He sat when the backs of his knees reached the mattress. I knelt between his thighs on the rug.
I pushed his hoodie up. He raised his arms, and I pulled it off over his head.
I ran my fingers over his ribs and along his good thigh, around to the inside of the leg that had been wrapped in white gauze from groin to knee for two weeks.
The scar was still purple-pink along the entry and pale along the exit. I’d touched it a dozen times in a dozen ways. Tonight I kissed it.
Dane made a small sound. It wasn’t pain.
I worked his belt open. He helped with the jeans, lifting his hips enough for me to pull them off. His boxer briefs went the same way. The thigh was bare in the lamp light.
Pushing him back, I kissed his stomach and worked my way down.
He was quiet at first. He was always quiet at first. I had learned to wait for the moment when he broke. The best way to reach that point was to slow down. It worked every time.
I kissed the upper side of his already stiff cock and started to lick slowly.
His hand came down on the back of my head, resting there. His fingers raked slowly through my hair.
“Blaise.”
“Mm.”
“In bed with me.”
I stood and stripped out of my clothes. He pushed up the mattress in a careful motion, and I joined him on the bed.
We took our time. I knew where his hand would go before it went there. He knew where I’d kiss and lick his body.
Lube was in the drawer. Condoms in the same drawer. I had moved both six weeks ago from a different drawer because Dane had asked me if I was going to make him reach across his bad side to get to them.
I used my fingers and prepped him slowly. He watched my face the entire time.
When I pushed inside, his breath caught the way it always did. A louder sound erupted from deep in his throat. He was starting to break.
The rhythm was slow enough that I could feel my own heartbeat in my chest.
The thigh had healed enough that he could lift it and spread his legs the way he needed to.
“Blaise,” he said. “I want what you said in the SUV.”
My breath hitched. I didn’t break the rhythm.
“Which part,” I said.
He grunted. “All of it. The shared apartment. The whole thing.”
“Okay.” A moan followed the word.
“Okay?”
“Yeah, babe. Okay.”
He reached around to the small of my back, and he exhaled into my shoulder. I didn’t stop. We finished slow, mouth to mouth, and when he came his fingers spread wide across my back.
I came a minute later with his hand still on me.
After, we lay on our sides facing each other. His hand was on my hip. My hand was on the side of his face.