by Andria Large
Tucker drags his mouth down to Dennis’s neck, one of his hands going to cup Dennis through his jeans. Shit, should I let them know I’m here? Or watch like a fucking pervert? Dennis sucks in a sharp breath and a jolt of—something—shoots straight to my dick.
Dennis thunks his head back against the wall as Tucker drops to his knees. Oh. My. God! My eyes widen as I watch my best friend unbutton another dude’s jeans. I swallow hard, my mouth now as dry as cotton. I’m stuck here. I want to leave. I want to turn away, but I can’t. Because I want to see what it is these two have found.
Dennis yanks his shirt off before sifting his fingers through Tucker’s hair. Tucker pulls Dennis’s jeans and boxer briefs down to the middle of his thighs, freeing his erection. He hums his appreciation as he rubs his hands up and down Dennis’s thighs and hips.
I have to admit, Dennis is built really fucking nice. He’s tall, about the same height I am, but where I’m bulkier in muscle mass, he has more of an athletic build. Long and lean and cut. And okay, he’s pretty good-looking too. As is Tucker. Those piercing blue eyes are stunning.
“Fuck, babe, don’t tease me,” Dennis rasps, his eyes locked on to Tucker’s.
I can only see the side of Tucker’s face, but I can tell he’s grinning because I catch a flash of white from his teeth. The next thing he does has me biting my tongue to keep quiet; he drags his tongue up the length of Dennis’s cock. Dennis moans long and low and… fuck, I want to moan right along with him, which shocks the hell out of me.
My pants have become uncomfortably tight as my cock swells from the erotic show going on a few feet from me. I fight the urge to touch myself. I’m not ready to go there just yet. That would be taking this to a whole new level.
I watch with rapt fascination as Dennis’s cock disappears into Tucker’s mouth. Dennis hisses out a breath, baring his teeth as he grips Tucker’s hair tighter. Tucker bobs his head while Dennis’s hips buck. They’ve obviously done this many times and know what each other likes. Tucker wraps his right hand around Dennis’s shaft and pumps, synchronizing easily into the rhythm they’ve set. Tuck’s left hand snakes up Dennis’s stomach to pinch his nipple. Dennis groans.
My cock pulses. Good Lord, I never knew watching two guys get off would turn me on like it has. Dennis’s chest heaves as his breathing grows more frantic, as do his movements. He’s obviously close to coming. He drops his head back against the wall, his eyes heavy-lidded, his lips parted slightly. He looks like he’s in fucking heaven. I want to be in heaven.
“Oh God…,” he breathes.
He tightens his grip on Tucker’s hair again as he shoves himself deep into Tucker’s throat, a grunt escaping from between his lips. That’s when his eyes lift and lock on to mine. I can tell he’s in the midst of coming down my best friend’s throat, but I can’t look away. A barrage of emotions flit across his face, ecstasy winning out as Tucker continues to suck him dry. But it seems as though Dennis is also having trouble tearing his eyes away from me, because he’s still staring at me. Finally, he rips his gaze away from me and looks down at Tucker. Tucker pushes to his feet and gives Dennis a languid kiss.
I WAKE with a start and an oof when Dennis’s elbow connects with my ribs.
“Dude, get your wood out of my asscrack,” he grumbles.
That’s when I realize I’m completely pressed up against Dennis’s back, my erection tucked snuggly between his underwear-clad asscheeks. I gasp in mortification and scramble to get away. In my panicked efforts to move, I get tangled up in the covers and fall off the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thud. I groan and cover my face with my hands.
“You okay?” Dennis asks, amusement in his tone.
“I need to get laid.” I sigh.
I peek out from between my fingers to see Dennis leaning over the edge of the bed, watching me with a big grin.
“You were moaning in your sleep.” Dennis snickers.
“I was having a very vivid dream,” I croak.
“I guessed as much.” His grin widens.
I push up into a sitting position and glance over at the clock. It’s 5:04 a.m. Only an hour before Tucker needs to get up and get ready to go to the hospital.
“I think I’m going to go take a shower,” I mutter and climb to my feet.
Dennis nods, then turns to snuggle against Tucker’s back. Fuck, if they only knew what my dream was about, I’d never be able to look them in the eyes again. I really do need to find a woman. Not one to fall in love with, though. Just a fuck buddy or something.
Chapter Sixteen
TUCKER
I’M WAITING nervously for the nurse to come and take me back for surgery. I’m in a prep room, in a hospital gown, IV already hooked up and ready to go. It’s an outpatient surgery. Dennis is waiting patiently in a chair in the corner. He looks deep in thought, his dark eyebrows furrowed as he stares at the floor.
“Hey,” I murmur.
Dennis lifts his green eyes to meet mine. “Yeah?” his lips say.
“You okay?” I ask.
He gives me a small smile. “Yeah, I’m good. Just anxious.”
I nod. “Me too.”
“I can’t wait to see if it works.” He smirks.
I smile. “I know, me too.”
Just then, the nurse returns. She gives me a warm smile. “Okay, Tucker, are you ready?” she asks, making sure she’s looking at me so I can read her lips.
My heart jumps into my throat. “Yes, ma’am.”
She takes my IV stand as I get to my feet. Dennis stands also. He gives me a quick hug and a hopeful smile. I squeeze his hand before following the nurse down the hall to the operating room. I take a few deep breaths to try to calm myself. I swear my heart is trying to pound its way out of my chest. In the operating room, the nurse has me lie down on the table. Dr. Sterling comes and stands next to me as the anesthesiologist administers the drugs. The last thing I see before falling asleep is Dr. Sterling smile and wink.
I SLOWLY come back to reality. I drag my heavy eyelids open and try to look around. The light is low, and I’m not exactly sure where I am. A warm hand lands on my arm, and I try to focus on who’s attached to it. I glance up into the familiar face of Dr. Sterling.
“Tucker,” he says softly. “Can you hear me?”
My eyes widen, because yes! I heard him! I heard him! It was slightly muffled, but I understood him clearly.
“Yes. I can hear you,” I say and jerk in surprise when I hear my own voice.
I haven’t heard my own voice for four long years. Holy fucking shit! I forgot how I sounded.
“Wonderful!” Dr. Sterling replies happily.
“Dennis! I need to see Dennis!” I tell him urgently.
He nods. “I’ll go get him.”
“Don’t tell him, though.”
Dr. Sterling smiles. “I won’t.”
He disappears through the curtains, and my nurse from earlier enters to take my vitals. She smiles gleefully.
“It worked?” she whispers. I guess she heard me talking to the doctor about not letting Dennis know yet.
“Yes,” I answer with the biggest smile I think has ever crossed my face.
“How do you feel?” she asks.
“Incredible.” I sigh.
She chuckles. “That’s great, but I mean, do you feel nauseous or dizzy? Are you in pain? Anything like that?”
“Oh.” I laugh. “My ears are a bit achy, and I’m still sleepy.”
“I’ll get you some pain medication to take before you leave,” she says. Her voice sounds young and sweet.
“Okay.”
She leaves me to go and get the meds. I lie there, taking in the sounds of the recovery area: other voices talking, machines making noise, footsteps walking down the hallway. It’s insane. Utterly insane that the surgery worked; that I am one of the 40 percent it worked for. I was so afraid to hope. So afraid to be disappointed.
“The surgery went really well. I didn’t run into any problems,” I hear
Dr. Sterling say outside the curtain closing off my little recovery room.
“So can he hear or not?” a deep, raspy voice, tinged with a hint of a New York accent, asks.
Dennis.
Tears immediately blur my vision. That’s Dennis’s voice. I’ve wondered for years what he sounds like, and now I know.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” Dr. Sterling replies, his tone amused.
The curtain whips to the side, and Dennis appears, his eyes wide and frantic. “Tuck?” he asks, and it’s like fucking music to my ears.
I can’t stop the tears from spilling over. I drop my face into my hands and just cry.
“Tucker, can you hear me?” he asks, knowing I can’t see him to read his lips.
I nod. “I can hear you, Dennis,” I cry as the emotions overwhelm me.
“Oh my God,” he breathes.
He’s at my side in a second, wrapping his arms around me and tucking his face against mine.
“I can hear,” I sob into my hands.
“I can’t believe it,” he whispers, his lips brushing my face.
I shake my head. “Me neither.”
“So? Do I sound sexy?” Dennis teases.
He pulls back as I start to laugh. I wipe the tears away with the back of my hand. “Yeah, you do, actually.”
Dennis grins. “Nice.”
“Tucker, I’m going to get your discharge papers and aftercare instructions printed out. I’ll be back,” Dr. Sterling says and leaves us alone.
Dennis cups my face with his large hands, love and adoration shining out of his eyes. “I love you, baby,” he says softly.
“I love you too.” I smile.
I let my eyes drift closed as he leans in and brushes his lips over mine. I sigh contently as he presses more firmly. All too soon, he pulls back and takes his phone out of his pocket. He hands it to me.
“Call Duke,” he says.
I laugh and take the phone from him. I pull up Duke’s number and hit the Call button.
“Hey, man, how did the surgery go?” Duke asks, thinking Dennis is calling him.
“It went really well, actually,” I say.
The line is so silent I have to look at the screen to make sure the call didn’t drop.
“Duke?”
“Tucker?”
“Yeah, man.” I grin.
“Soo, did it work?” he says, deadpan.
“You ass.” I laugh.
He laughs too. “This is fucking great, Tucker! I’m so happy for you! And I’m so freaking glad you can hear again.”
“Me too, Duke. Me too. Only problem now is that I have to listen to all of your bullshit again.”
“Oh, fuck you. Fuck you in your goddamn ears.”
DENNIS
I’M OVER the moon right now. Tucker can fucking hear! It’s a miracle. It’s incredible. And I thank the powers that be for making it so.
We get back to Duke’s house, and Tucker makes his way upstairs to take a nap. He’s still really sleepy from the anesthesia and pain meds. Duke is working on a case, so he isn’t home yet. I’m pretty much alone. I go into the kitchen and find all the makings for a sandwich. After I eat, I go upstairs. I kind of need to be in the same room as Tucker right now. I want to be close to him.
I open the door and see him startle in the bed, his eyes flipping open and his body tensing. When he sees it’s me, he relaxes. “Fuck, man. I’m obviously not used to hearing shit. The noise from the door opening frightened me.”
“I’m sure it’s going to take some getting used to,” I reply quietly and shut the door, then lock it.
Tucker raises an eyebrow at me. “What are you locking the door for?”
I shrug. “Just in case.”
“In case of what?” He grins.
“In case Duke decides to come home early.” I smile.
I kick off my shoes, then climb into bed next to him.
“I’m loving your voice. It’s seriously sexy as hell,” Tucker murmurs as he reaches for me.
I hum my approval as I end up on top of him. I start kissing his neck. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” I rasp against it.
Tucker shudders under me. “Yes.”
“Want me to talk dirty?” I smirk before nipping at his earlobe.
“Fuck yes,” Tucker breathes as he thrusts his already-hard cock against mine.
I nudge Tucker’s legs farther apart so I can settle my hips against his. He moans and shoves his hands into my hair. I drag my mouth along his stubbled jaw before capturing his lips. He tightens his fingers in my hair as our tongues glide along each other’s.
“I’m going to fuck you so good,” I murmur against his lips.
“Christ,” Tucker breathes and pulls me back into a heated kiss.
We quickly remove our clothes, and I grab the lube from the nightstand. We stashed it there when we got here. I pour a generous amount of the slick liquid into my hand, then rub it over our cocks before fisting them together for a few leisurely tugs.
Tucker rubs his hands up and down the fronts of my thighs. As much as I want to see his eyes when I fuck him, the desire to take him from behind is too much to ignore. I release our cocks and give Tuck’s outer thigh a smack.
“Get on all fours,” I tell him.
He hums his approval and rolls over, pushing up to his hands and knees before glancing over his shoulder at me. Fuck, he’s so sexy. Those blue bedroom eyes of his get me every fucking time. I lather up his hole with more lube and use a couple of fingers to get him ready. Tucker moans loudly and presses back against my fingers. Good thing Duke isn’t home or he’d be getting an earful.
“Come on, Denny,” Tucker demands.
“You want my cock, baby?” I ask, slowly removing my fingers.
“Oh my God! If you keep talking, I’m gonna come before you even fuck me,” he rasps.
I chuckle low and fist my cock. I rub the tip over his puckered hole a few times before pressing forward and gliding in all the way to the hilt with a moan.
“Damn, you’re so hot and tight, I fucking love it,” I grunt.
I pull back before snapping my hips forward.
“Fuck, yes!” Tucker cries, his hands fisting the sheets.
I grab his hips as I repeatedly shove my cock deep inside his ass.
TUCKER
DENNIS IS panting and moaning behind me, and it’s the most erotic thing ever. I’m in pure ecstasy with being able to hear his pleasure. I know the second I touch myself, it’s all going to be over. And I don’t want it to be over yet. It feels too good. Dennis’s hands creep up my back to hold on to my shoulders as his hips move faster and harder.
“Shit, babe, I’m getting close already,” Dennis huffs.
Then Dennis pulls me up so my back presses against his chest. I arch a bit against him, and it feels fucking fantastic. One of his hands wraps around the front of my neck while the other goes for my erection. I reach back and hang on to the backs of his thighs.
Dennis’s already-slick hand fists me tightly and strokes in time with his thrusts. I don’t even know what the hell is coming out of my mouth, but it’s basically gibberish.
“I wanna feel you come, love. Make that hole of yours squeeze my cock,” Dennis whispers in my ear, and that’s my undoing.
A guttural shout rips up my throat as I come hard. Dennis cries out too, shoves himself inside me, and holds himself there as he comes along with me. Goddamn, that’s hot.
Dennis slowly pulls out, and we both collapse onto the bed on our stomachs. We turn our heads so we’re facing each other and smile.
“That was so great.” I sigh contentedly.
Dennis grunts his agreement as his eyes drift closed.
“It was definitely more intense for me now that I can hear you.”
He smiles. Keeping his eyes closed, he reaches over blindly until his fingers find my hair. “It was more intense for me too,” his deep voice murmurs, sending shivers down my spine.
“I love yo
ur voice,” I say softly.
Dennis grins. “I love you.”
I chuckle. “I love you too, baby.”
AFTER WE find the strength to clean up, we take a little nap wrapped in each other’s arms. When we wake up and make our way downstairs, Duke is in the kitchen cooking dinner. He’s become so domestic. When Duke sees me, his face lights up, and the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on him spreads across his face.
He crosses the room and envelops me in his arms. “Holy shit, Tucker. I can’t believe it,” he murmurs.
I hug him tight. “I know. I didn’t want to get my hopes up because the chances of it working were slim.”
He lets me go but only to grab my shoulders. “How do you feel? What are some of the side effects?”
“I’m feeling okay right now. My ears are slightly achy, but that’s most likely because I’m due for more medication. The doctor said I could have some dizziness and pain. Not too much else. I have to take it easy for a couple of weeks. No lifting anything heavy for a month.”
Duke nods and claps me on the shoulder. “Good.”
“Do you need any help with making dinner?” Dennis asks.
“Nah, I’m good. Why don’t you guys have a seat and an iced tea or something?” Duke says with a soft smile before turning back toward the stove.
Dennis motions for me to sit while he goes to grab a couple of glasses out of the cabinet. I start toward the table and have just pulled out a chair when there’s a loud crash. Suddenly I’m back in Iraq, surrounded by explosions. I scream for everyone to get down as I tackle whoever is closest to me. I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing at any moment I’m most likely going to be hit by a bullet or shrapnel or pieces of a falling building.
I can hear my name being called, but it sounds distant and muffled. Strong hands grab my shoulders and yank me off the guy I’m covering. I land on my ass, and then Duke’s face is in mine.