Page 55 of Don't Scare Me, My Love

I loved it when Jason talked dirty like that. What had surprised me the first time we made out was now something I couldn’t get enough of. Nobody but me knewthis sideof him, and…damn, it made me feel special.

“How about a deal?” I said. “I cum in you now, but you’ll cum in me in round two.”

The grin on his face was huge. “I like where this is going.” He leaned forward again, giving his ass to me. His hand worked on his dick as he let me take him as if he had never done anything else in his life.

I thrust in and out of him as if my entire existence depended on it. My jaw clenched as his moans mixed with my grunts. I wasn’t holding anything back anymore. I wasn’t trying to be gentle, and neither was he. The harder I went, the more he seemed to enjoy it.

I closed my eyes, letting the water run over my face. I went back to the image he had planted in my mind earlier.Us, in the dark forest, fucking in the rain.I opened my mouth wide and inhaled deeply as the first spurt of cum shot into his ass. Hismoans caressed my ears. I thrust again, shooting another spurt. And another.

As his muscles tightened around me, I opened my eyes and looked at his dick, watching him shoot his load as well. It only made me hornier. I thrust again, shooting the last of my cum into him, before I leaned against his back, holding him tight, as our chests rose in unison.

“Damn, Jason, I can see why you like to cum inside me so much,” I said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get your Jason dose today.” He pulled his ass forward and my dick out of him. He turned around and kissed me again, his hands rubbing over my body. “But let’s finish up here before we run out of hot water.”

ELEVEN

SCARED TO CLOSE MY EYES, SCARED TO OPEN THEM

JASON

The wall lightabove the mirror in our bathroom highlighted Nicholas’ abs. I watched his reflection as he dried himself off, his dick still half-hard. He turned around and rubbed the towel over his ass as if he wanted to show me what I would have to deal with in a few minutes. I could’ve stared at his butt cheeks for hours. Every time I saw them, I wanted to spread them apart and give Nicholas the good time he deserved.

Over the past year, we’d done so many things with each other, but showering together hadn’t been one of them. While he always went in the evening, I’d gotten used to going in the morning. It was convenient because we didn’t have to compete for bathroom time—not that it would have been a problem since ours had three showers next to each other. But somehow, that time had become the few minutes a day when it was okay for us to take a break from each other.

That was why I completely forgot what I wanted to do when I saw him rubbing the towel over his body. It was an unusual sight that was just too exciting.

I turned to face myself in the mirror. This was the one time of the year when I looked like everyone else. Two eyes stared back at me, though one of them couldn’t actually see that.

It may sound strange, but this view of myself that no one else would even notice if I just went along with it every day seemed unnatural to me. It wasn’t who I was.

I pulled apart my right eyelids and took out the prosthesis. I had left it in until now because I couldn’t shower with the patch on, and I didn’t want to irritate Nicholas with the hollow look of my socket.

With the prosthesis out, the uncomfortable pressure I was feeling was finally gone.

Looking at my reflection now, I couldn’t help but smile.Thiswas me. This was how I truly looked—not the guy who tried to hide it for the sake of others, so that no one would be bothered by the reminder in my face that we’re not indestructible, that this could happen to any of us. People don’t like to think about that, and they don’t like to be around others who constantly remind them of it.

Fortunately, this was also never a problem with the patch.Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.Once it was covered, people found it interesting and couldn’t stop asking questions. But going out with nothing to hide the empty socket? No chance.

I rinsed the eye with some of the unscented hand soap I had bought for this purpose.

A glance in the mirror revealed that Nicholas either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He squeezed some body lotion into his palms and rubbed it over his chest.

I put the prosthetic on a paper towel to air dry overnight and reached for the eye patch. Since he moved in, I had been wearing it all the time, except when I slept, even though I hadn’t done that before. I usually only wore it when I left the house. I wanted to spare people the sight, but now all of this made me think.

If I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, he would have to get used to seeing me without it.

“Nicholas?”

His gaze met mine through the mirror.

I kept my right eye closed for the moment. I wanted to talk to him about it, but… “Never mind.”

“What is it?”

“No, it’s stupid.”

“I highly doubt it, but okay.” He rubbed more lotion on his legs.

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