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I opened the cabinet door. There was a basket with a neat row of plastic packages. I took the one from the front of the stack. Next to the basket was a box of blue gloves.

"Do I need gloves?"

"Yes." Jamal sighed. "Are you sure you're all right with this? I can wake Meera."

"I'm in love with you." I stepped closer to him, and he leaned into my touch as I brushed the back of my fingers down his cheek. "I want to be here for you … whatever it is you need."

Jamal grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. "Okay. Put on some gloves. And put one on my hand too." I struggled to get my big hands into the gloves but eventually managed. It was comical trying to get Jamal's on, but at least his hand was the right size for the glove.

"Carefully open the package and hand me the catheter. Don't let it touch anything. Then rip open the packet of lube." He took the plastic tubing from me and let it hang in the air.

I moved on to the lube.

"Do you want me to coat the tubing?"

"Yeah. Just up to where my fingers are."

I squirted the full packet of lube onto my fingers and coated the supple plastic with it.

Jamal hesitated.

"Jamal, this is only going to make us stronger. What do I do next?"

"I need you to hold my penis steady so I can feed this in." He jerked his head in the direction of the back of the toilet. "Grab that urinal first and put the funnel end of the tubing in it."

I did as instructed with the urinal and propped it against his feet, squatted, then used my other hand to lift his cock from where it was resting on his balls and held it gently.

I almost looked away when Jamal started feeding the tubing into it, but curiosity won out. I wondered how many times a day he had to do this. His technique was fluid.

I knew he reached his bladder when the tubing turned yellow. I released his dick and then double-checked to ensure the other end of the tubing was in the urinal.

"Not sure I'd classify this as a bonding moment," Jamal teased as he peered down at me, a tiny smile lighting up his face. It was the first time I'd seen him smile in far too long.

I lifted off my heels enough to come even with his lips.

"I love you," I whispered and kissed him—soft and brief.

"I love you right back." His words and breath tickled my lips. I wanted to chase them again, but he looked down into his lap. "I'm done."

Right. We were doing something.

"What's next?"

"I pull it out." And he did so, then tossed the tubing in a garbage pail beside his toilet. The urinal was heavier than expected as I lifted it and dumped it into the toilet.

"You didn't have to do that," Jamal said. "I could have."

I smirked at him. "It's just pee."

"Hm." He kissed the tip of my nose. "Take my glove off, please."

I removed his and then mine and tossed them into the garbage pail. I kissed Jamal's forehead, and he ran his fingers into my hair and plucked the elastic away, releasing the full compliment of blond strands onto my shoulders. "I love you with your hair down."

"Then I'm never wearing it up again."

His eyes dipped closed and then popped open. "I need to go to bed."

"On it."

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