by Ari McKay
“No,” he said at last. “I want to get undressed. I need to know it’s going to be okay, and the longer I wait, the more time I’ll have to get anxious.”
Devin hesitated, searching Paul’s face as though to make certain Paul really meant it. Then he nodded and sat back on his heels. “If that’s what you want,” he said. “I promise you, it will be okay.”
“It’s what I want,” Paul said with a decisive nod. He was still apprehensive, but he was ready to move past the fear that had kept him in a stranglehold for over a year.
“All right.” Devin stood up and then sat down next to Paul. He slid his arm around Paul’s shoulders, holding him for a moment, and pressed his lips to Paul’s cheek. “Let me know what you want me to do.”
“I’ll need to take my leg off myself,” Paul said, leaning against Devin and drawing comfort from the embrace. “But you could help with everything else, if you’re interested.”
“I’m definitely interested in getting you naked,” Devin replied, then nipped Paul’s earlobe playfully. He slid his free hand down and stroked Paul’s cock through his clothes. “It’ll make it easier to drive you out of your mind with pleasure.”
Apparently, Paul’s cock wasn’t interested in the angst either, because it stirred and hardened beneath Devin’s palm, and Paul whimpered softly.
“I like that plan,” Paul said as he leaned over to remove his sneakers and socks.
Devin used the opportunity to nuzzle the back of Paul’s neck, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin at his nape, then grazing it with his teeth. “You’ll have to tell me what you like. And what you don’t.”
A shiver rippled through Paul, and his skin prickled with the heat of arousal at the feel of Devin’s lips and teeth on his neck. “I like that,” he said, reluctant to sit up straight again even after he’d taken off his shoes and socks.
“That’s a good start.” Devin kissed Paul’s shoulder, and Paul felt Devin’s fingers at the button of his khakis. “How should I help? I’ve been told I have clever fingers.”
“You could prove it by helping with my pants,” Paul said.
“It would be my pleasure.”
Devin easily dealt with the button, then drew down the zipper. He slipped his hand inside Paul’s pants and cupped his palm over Paul’s cock. “My, my. Is this all for me?”
Paul sucked in a hissing breath, his arousal ramping up even more. It had been so long since he’d been touched by any hand but his own, and he’d almost forgotten how good it felt. “All yours. You can do whatever you want.”
“Then let’s get these pants off you. Lift up, and I’ll pull them down, okay?”
Paul leaned back on his hands and lifted his hips off the bed, gnawing on his bottom lip now that the moment of truth had arrived. He was about to reveal everything, and he could only hope Devin hadn’t overestimated himself and his ability to handle the sight.
With gentle care, Devin eased Paul’s pants off his hips, then pulled them down until they fell to Paul’s ankles. Devin’s smile never wavered as he glanced over Paul’s scars and prosthesis, and then he looked back up again.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said. “I’m sorry for the pain you’ve suffered and the uncertainty it’s caused you. But the scars on your body don’t make you any less beautiful in my eyes.”
Paul searched Devin’s face and eyes for any sign of dissembling, repressed dismay, or even disgust, but he saw nothing but kind acceptance. He looked down at the ropy scars on his legs and hips, some from the accident and some from surgery afterward, and he couldn’t see them as beautiful—couldn’t see himself as beautiful—but it was enough to know Devin wasn’t turned off by the sight.
“I’m glad you’re okay with it,” he said at last as he bent to strip off his pants, and he tossed them in the pile with his shirt and socks.
“Hey.” Devin lifted a hand, cradling Paul’s chin and urging Paul to meet his eyes. “I mean it. When I look at you, I see the man I’ve wanted as a lover almost since the moment I laid eyes on him. I see someone who is brave enough to do what scares him most because he hasn’t given up on life. I see a strong man who has given me the gift of trust. Do you know how special that is? Falling into bed with some muscle-bound guy might be easy in one sense, but you’re giving me more than just the opportunity for a quick fuck. This is special, because you’re special, and I want you more than I think I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.”
Paul’s heart surged as if it were trying to break out of his chest, and his eyelids burned as he struggled to hold himself together. He never thought anyone would say such things about him again, and he could scarcely believe he was hearing them now.
“You’re special too,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re giving me more than I thought possible.”
“I’m glad.” Devin kissed Paul gently on the lips before pulling back. “So can we get you naked now?”
Paul gave a shaky laugh, grateful to have the tension broken a little. “I feel like I’ve already gotten naked, but I guess these are still in the way of the fun stuff,” he said, nudging down the waistband of his plain white cotton boxers.
“A bit.” Devin chuckled as he slid his fingers under the elastic. “Up and off, and then I get my taste.”
Paul leaned back and lifted his hips again, his spirit lighter now that the dread of rejection had dissipated. “Far be it from me to deny you any longer.”
“Yeah, you might force me to ravish you.” Devin waggled his eyebrows with a smirk as he eased the boxers down and off. He didn’t straighten up again, choosing instead to wrap his fingers around Paul’s cock as he leaned in to take Paul into the wet heat of his mouth.
Paul curled his fingers in the quilt and struggled to hold still when the shock of pleasure made him want to levitate off the bed. Sweat beaded at his temples, and his skin grew flushed and hot as his need rose.
“So good!”
Devin’s reply was a satisfied hum. He took Paul in deep, then slowly pulled back, swirling his tongue around the head before repeating the process. He seemed in no hurry, slowing even further to keep Paul away from the edge, prolonging the pleasure. Paul tightened his fists in the quilt and tried not to squirm. His breath turned into ragged panting as he watched, the sight of Devin’s rosy lips on his cock almost as arousing as the feel of wet heat surrounding him.
After a time Devin released him with a little lick, raising his head and looking at Paul with banked heat in his gaze. He licked his lips. “You taste good,” he said. “I’d be happy to get you off like this, if you want me to. If not, well, I’m flexible. If you want to fuck me or want me to fuck you, I’m game. Anything you want, Paul. Anything.”
What Paul wanted was to give to Devin as Devin had given so freely to him. Devin had shown him a level of acceptance that Jack never had and had helped Paul’s shaken self-confidence begin to heal at last.
“Let me take this off,” he said, rapping his prosthetic with his knuckles. “Then I’d like you to fuck me. You’ve given me so much tonight already, and I’d like to give you everything.”
“We’ll give to each other,” Devin replied. He gave Paul’s cock a teasing stroke, then sat back. “Maybe next time you can fuck me.”
“Next time, I will,” Paul promised.
He unfastened the prosthetic and eased it off his residual leg, which stopped just below the knee. He leaned the prosthetic against the nightstand, treating it with more care than he had his clothes, and then he scooted back until he could lean against the pillows and swung his legs onto the bed. Part of him could scarcely process that he was naked and in bed with a man instead of nursing another rejection, but the rest of him was eager to have Devin in his arms.
“I’m all yours,” he said, reaching for Devin.
“And I’m all yours,” Devin replied. He moved into Paul’s embrace and settled against him with care. Outside, the sun had lowered enough that the room was growing dim, but the steel drums still played. “Y
ou feel good. I want to make you feel even better.”
“I want to do the same for you,” Paul said as he wound his arms around Devin, savoring the perfect alignment of Devin’s long, lean body against his. “Especially since you’ve already made me feel so good.”
“I’m only just getting started.” Devin pressed his lips to Paul’s forehead. “I want to kiss you everywhere.” He kissed Paul’s nose playfully. “And caress you. And make you scream.”
“How thick are these walls?” Paul raised one eyebrow as he slid one hand along the length of Devin’s back, enjoying the feel of warm skin beneath his palm.
“I have no idea, but if there are any complaints, I’ll handle them.” Devin arched into the stroking, then kissed his way from Paul’s cheek to the side of his neck, taking his time about it and paying particular attention to places where Paul seemed most sensitive.
Paul tilted his head, offering better access, but he wasn’t content to lie back and passively receive Devin’s attentions. He raked his nails up and down Devin’s back, testing to see if Devin liked it as much as he did. If the hiss that escaped him and the heated look he was given were any indication, Devin most definitely did.
Slowly Devin worked his way down Paul’s body, caressing with his hands, licking and biting his way over every inch of Paul’s skin. He teased Paul’s nipples, nibbled his way along each rib, dipped his tongue into Paul’s navel, chuckling when he found places where Paul was ticklish.
When Devin reached the scars that marred Paul’s skin, he slowed, his touch becoming gentle. “Do they hurt?” he asked, raising his eyes to look up the length of Paul’s body. “I don’t want to cause you any pain.”
“The scars? No.” Paul sat up enough that he could run his fingers over the end of his leg. “This part can get a little tender sometimes if I’ve been standing or walking a long time because of pressure spots, but you won’t hurt me just from touching.”
“Good—I don’t want to hurt you,” Devin replied. Then he kissed Paul’s scarred skin with tenderness, as though wanting to bring pleasure to the blemishes that had given Paul so much pain.
Paul watched, mesmerized and overwhelmed, and this time, he couldn’t blink back the tears. He’d never expected to find someone so accepting of his imperfections, not after the revulsion he’d seen in other men’s eyes. But Devin looked at him—all of him—with desire rather than trying to ignore the parts he didn’t like, and Paul’s defenses were crumbling rapidly.
“Come up here,” he said hoarsely, holding out his arms. “I need to kiss you.”
Devin crawled back upward, settling against Paul and pressing his lips to the dampness on Paul’s cheeks. “Hey, are you okay?”
“I’m more than okay.” Paul captured Devin’s face between his hands and drew him into a deep kiss, desperate to pour all the gratitude and connection and affection he felt into it.
For several long moments they were both lost in the kiss, which grew more heated as it went on. Paul could feel the way Devin’s heart was beating, hard and fast, before Devin raised his head. “I want you so much, Paul. Now.”
“Then fuck me,” Paul said, his voice rough with a raw hunger he hadn’t felt since before the accident. He needed, and only Devin could satisfy him.
With a feral smile, Devin grabbed the bottle of lube and the condoms and dropped them on the mattress. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t know where you end and I begin.”
Devin knelt between Paul’s legs and picked up the lube, popped the top, and coated his fingers. “I’ll go slow, since it’s been a while for you, right?”
“Yeah.” Paul shifted to stretch out beneath Devin more comfortably, and he reached out to stroke Devin’s thigh, wanting to maintain contact.
Devin capped the bottle and put it aside before rubbing his hands together to coat his fingers with lube. He encircled Paul’s cock with hand, giving him a teasing stroke, then pressed the fingers of his other hand gently against Paul’s opening.
“It’s been a while for me too.” Devin winked playfully. “But I’m picky. I was waiting for some really hot guy to come on the ship, and then there you were.”
The teasing made Paul gasp, but he relaxed as Devin prepared him, wanting to enjoy the process as well as the anticipation of Devin fucking him at last.
“I’m glad I meet your exacting standards,” he said, accepting the compliment for once rather than deflecting it. He knew Devin meant it, and that made all the difference.
“You definitely do,” Devin replied. He slowly pressed one finger into Paul, his dark eyes intense as he watched Paul’s expression. “I think you’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and that includes the buff cowboys I grew up with.”
“I beat out tight jeans and shit-kicking boots? High praise indeed,” Paul said, still caressing Devin’s thigh. He tilted his hips, offering better access, and gave a quiet hum of pleasure. “I’d better make sure I live up to it.”
“Trust me, I never knew I had a thing for the ‘conservative suit and tie’ thing until you showed up in the lounge that first night.” Devin grinned, easing his finger in and out, and he gave Paul’s cock another stroke. “I fantasized about you wearing some naughty silk boxers under those perfectly creased trousers.”
Paul squirmed, his face growing flushed as Devin teased him. “I used to,” he admitted. “In fact, I’ve gone commando a few times to enact a few office sex fantasies.”
Devin’s eyes gleamed, and he eased another finger into Paul’s body. “I like that idea. And I wouldn’t mind us playing ‘bartender and sexy patron’ sometime either.”
A slight burn accompanied the stretching this time, but Paul welcomed it. He’d missed this—missed the intimacy and pleasure of being prepared—and he didn’t bother trying to hold back a soft moan as his need spiked.
“I’m sure we could come up with all kinds of fun games,” he said.
“Oh, yeah, I’m sure we could.” Devin scissored his fingers, adding to the burn. “Since we’re both flexible in our preferences, that gives us a lot of options, doesn’t it? Say, for instance, if I were to deliver a bottle of wine to your suite, and you pushed me up against the wall, pinning me and ravishing me right there… I think I like that one.”
Paul thought about fucking Devin against a wall or bending him over a chair, and he broke out in a full body flush as arousal swept over him, his skin prickling with heat and need. “I do too.”
“Yeah?” Devin leaned in closer as he added a third finger, then slowly rotated his hand, stroking inside Paul. “Tell me when I find that magic spot.”
Paul let out an involuntary yelp when Devin stroked the sweet spot, and his breathing grew shallow and ragged. “There! Right there.”
Devin smiled wickedly and stroked the spot and Paul’s cock at the same time. “God, you look so sexy like this, Paul. Flushed and needy.”
Pleasure tension wound tighter and tighter with each stroke until Paul could do nothing but throw his head back on the pillow and writhe helplessly. “I need you!”
“I need you too.” Devin reached for a tissue from the box on the nightstand. He wiped his fingers, which were trembling, before picking up one of the condoms. He ripped the package open and rolled the condom on, then picked up the lube again and applied more to his cock.
Devin braced himself on one arm and bent to kiss Paul firmly as he positioned himself and then slowly, slowly eased into Paul, filling him with hard heat. Paul parted his lips and moaned into the kiss as he surrendered to the welcome invasion. He slid his arms around Devin’s shoulders, holding him close, and he rocked his hips up to seat Devin even deeper. It had been so long, and he’d forgotten the exquisite pleasure of being fucked and filled, of bearing the weight of a warm, solid body atop his.
Devin moved slowly at first, as though giving Paul time to adjust. But Paul could feel Devin’s heart pounding and hear Devin echoing his moan. He nipped Paul’s lower lip and claimed Paul’s body
with deep thrusts. Then Devin reached between their bodies to wrap his fingers around Paul’s cock, stroking him firmly and teasing the head of Paul’s cock with his thumb.
Paul cried out, no longer concerned about the thinness of the walls, and clamped his fingers on Devin’s shoulders, clinging desperately. He felt as if his chest were cracking open a little more with each thrust until his heart was bare and vulnerable. Still Devin moved, taking him faster and harder, driving him higher.
Devin drew back and stared down at Paul, eyes dark and intense, his face flushed with hunger. “Come for me, Paul. I want to see you.”
The encouragement was all Paul needed, and he held nothing back, wanting Devin to see the full measure of his desire, to see how much pleasure he was giving Paul. Need swept Paul to the edge of release, and Paul let himself fall, chanting Devin’s name like a litany.
“That’s it….” Devin’s voice was low and ragged, and the rocking of his hips slowed. He stroked Paul through his release, as though determined to wring every bit of pleasure from him. “God, you’re beautiful.”
Panting, Paul sprawled beneath Devin, his body limp with satiation. But he wanted to give Devin pleasure as well and to see Devin’s face suffused with ecstasy. He slid his hands down Devin’s back and clamped his hands on Devin’s ass, urging him on.
“Your turn,” he said, hooking his right leg around Devin’s hip. “I want to see you too.”
“You do, eh?” Devin lifted his hand to his lips and licked his fingers. “Mm… tastes good.” Leaning down, he kissed Paul again as he began thrusting slow and deep.
Paul hummed into the kiss as he moved with Devin, his body relaxed and pliant. In that moment, he was willing to surrender anything Devin wanted to take.
It didn’t take long for Devin to speed up the movement of his hips, and he pulled back from the kiss, looking down at Paul, letting Paul see his desire and pleasure. Then his smooth movements became more desperate, until with a ragged cry he buried himself deep, throwing back his head as he shattered in Paul’s arms. A pleased little smile curved Paul’s lips as he rocked with Devin throughout his release, and he tightened his arms around Devin.