Page 32 of Digging Deeper

Aiden hums, then follows Drix’s trek into the kitchen.

Drix seems to be in a bit of a weird mood for the rest of the night, but I chalk it up to being tired and maybe wanting to be left alone in his home since he hasn’t really been alone in months. We still have a nice time, and I have to admit that having Drix hang out with us is really nice, it feels more complete somehow.

After Holds, Jameson, and Aiden leave for the night, I say, “I’m heading to bed. Do you need anything?” I almost ask if he needs help getting into bed, but I refrain. If he wasn’t able to do simple tasks like getting from his chair to his bed, they never would’ve released him. But that won’t stop me from waiting up until he’s in his room so I can peek inside and make sure he made it okay.

He surprises me by asking, “Do you want to watch a movie?”

I thought for sure he wanted to be alone, but I guess not. “Sure.”

He nods and smiles—just a little—then goes into the living room and pulls himself out of his chair and onto the new couch. Once he’s settled with Nana lying beside him, he smiles wider at me. “This really is comfortable.”

I grin. “Glad you think so.” Then I find the remote and toss it at him before getting comfortable in the opposite corner with Brutus half on my lap.

He picks a movie and it’s surprisingly comfortable sitting there on the couch with him. It really feels like home. I’d been worried I’d feel like an intruder once he was here with me.

When I wake up with a start, I find the TV off, the living room empty—minus Brutus and me—and a blanket over my body. I must’ve fallen asleep during the movie, and Drix must’ve covered me with the blanket. That’s… unexpected. And sweet. It makes my chest warm in an unfamiliar way. I can’t believe the sweet gesture coming from the guy I thought was so mean a few weeks ago.

Rubbing my eyes, I stand and mutter, “Come on, Brut,” and make my way to my room. I pause outside my new roommate’s bedroom and crack the door open. Drix is fast asleep in bed with Nana beside him. The light from the hall illuminates his face, and I can’t help but smile at his relaxed features, relieved he made it to bed okay and touched that he’d thought to cover me up before he did.

With one last smile at my best friend’s brother, I close the door and head to my room with Brutus right behind me, happy that at least one of my pups decides to sleep with me. The warm feeling lingers in my chest as I fall asleep with a smile on my face. Maybe this whole living with Drix thing will turn out okay…maybe.

13

Hendrix

After covering Gavin up and leaving him asleep on the couch, I make it slowly into my room. The last week has been amazing. Whoever thought taking baby steps could taste like sweet victory? Then to be able to come home? Life finally feels like it’s on my side instead of kicking me while I’m down. Rolling up next to my bed, I grin. I’ve been anticipating sleeping in it all day. Of course, that’s not the only thing I’ve been looking forward to today. Stripping down to nothing, I double check that I shut the door and pull out lube and tissues from the bedside table, getting them handy before heaving myself up into my bed and lying back. It’s been forever since I could get off in privacy, and I’ve really needed a good old-fashioned masturbation session. Not that the man currently sleeping on my couch has anything to do with that. It’s because I have a healthy sex drive, and it’s been months since I had an orgasm.

My dick is definitely on board with this plan and is already half-hard before I squirt lube into the palm of my hand and give myself a nice firm squeeze. Closing my eyes, ready to visualize the perfect ass, I bite back a groan as Gavin bent over to put the dog on the leash plays through my mind, and my cock immediately swells. I quickly open my eyes and adjust my body on my bed, squirming around for a second while I try to make myself conjure up a picture of another butt, anyone’s will do from the multitude of women I’ve been with in the past. Once Hilary’s fine ass is firmly in place on the back of my eyelids, because her countless hours in the gym doing squats have elevated her glutes to a thing of beauty, I settle back again to the business at hand—getting off.

Gah! I let my legs fall open as I slowly stroke myself. Another thing I took for granted, the solitude to be out in the open, dick in hand, thinking about those round, delectable cheeks. They look like two big, fat melons on his—fuck!I’m thinking about Gavin again. Okay, admittedly I’m an ass man, but maybe I need to focus on a different body part. Maybe Gloria’s boobs, yeah, that’ll do. Those babies were big, high, and firm. Okay, I got this… but it takes all of two seconds and I’m already wondering what Gavin’s luscious cheeks looks like under those scrubs. As much as I want to stop, my hand tightens and speeds up picturing how pale his ass must be under his clothes—and soft. If they feel anything like the brief brushes I’ve had with his hands and arms, it’s probably silky smooth. Biteable.

“Mmm,” I moan softly, throwing caution to the wind and fully indulging in the fantasy of Gavin stripped down and kneeling on my bed, standing behind him and palming those plump butt cheeks between my hands. I’d squeeze them and massage them, turning him into a whimpering mess before running my thumbs up his crease to part him. I turn my head into my pillow, just in case he wakes up, I don’t want him to hear the harsh breaths I can’t contain as I picture pulling them apart so I can see his hole.

“Ahh…” I know Gavin’s hole is as pretty as the rest of him. I know it is, and I can’t help it. I don’t care if he’s my brother’s best friend or my roommate now, this is my fantasy and I have to taste him. As I visualize leaning forward to lick over his hole, heat goes up my spine and my hard length fills more. My hand is flying over my cock, the precum flowing down mixing with the lube to make it wetter, hotter. He’s so demonstrative that I can hear the breathy moans he’d make as I torture him, circling my tongue around his hole, his whole body jerking with pleasure. And right as I visualize spearing my tongue into him, pleasure ricochets through my whole body. “Ohh…” My hips jerk up off of the bed as my dick erupts, coating me with cum. “Fuck I needed that,” I say with a moan.

I press my head even further into the pillow to muffle my panting. As my body relaxes, I turn my head to stare down at my mutinous dick and the evidence pooled on my stomach that I just got off to thoughts of Gavin—of touching him, tasting him. What the hell is wrong with me? This is worse than the temper tantrum I was trying—unsuccessfully—to not throw at dinner about how close Gavin’s gotten to Aiden. What is that about? What have I missed being stuck in the hospital? Frustration races through me, making me feel uncomfortable in my own skin. They’re both my friends. Them being together would be awesome. They’d make a great couple. They’re both nice guys and deserve someone. So why does the thought make me want to throw up?

Before I can get any more lost in my internal argument, I hear a low whine at the door, followed by scratching noises. I could ignore it—they’re not my dogs after all, they’re Gavin’s—but instead I call out, “I’m coming,” then wipe my guilt off with a tissue, pull myself into my wheelchair, and go to the door.

Nana plants her front paws on my legs as soon as I open it, licks my face as I bend down to pet her, but then dodges around me to hop up onto my bed. “You’re sleeping with me I guess, huh?” She tilts her head on the blanket and whines again, a low, pathetic noise that I’d have to be a total dick to ignore. I shut the door, and before getting back into bed, I pull my boxers on. “No offense, girl, but sleeping with you while I’m in the buff kinda skeeves me out.” Her only response is to paw at the bed, then plop her full body back down. Once I’m lying there, I’m glad she invaded my bed. The closer she scoots into me, the happier I am with her presence; not only is she distracting me from what I just did, but my bed feels a little less lonely than it’s been in a very, very long time.

* * *

“No,Mom, what are you doing? Stop!” The setting is the same, but the scene is off, different. I shake my head in confusion, eyes darting between the two people in a standoff in the front yard. Why would my mom and brother be out on call with me and Jameson? I whip my head around to get my partner to help me, but he’s nowhere. I turn back, and yell, “Mom, stop. How are you even here? You’re dead.”

She says in a low voice, “It’s the only way, Drix. I… I have to do this. Then no one can ever hurt him. Hurt you. You’ll see. This is for the best.” I watch in horror as my mom clicks off the safety on the gun that she has pointed at Holden’s chest.

“Holds, run. Move. Don’t just stand there!” I scream. But it’s like he can’t hear me. He stands in the yard of my and Jameson’s last call with tears streaming down his face, otherwise motionless.

Hearing the creak of a door, I look up to see the man and his wife who live here. We’ve been called out here before on disturbance complaints, so I recognize them right away. The woman’s red-rimmed eyes meet mine, fear contorting her face. Her husband, though, smirks at me. “Just be happy it isn’t you this time.”

“Yes, that’s right. It’s supposed to be me.” I refocus on my mom. “You can’t shoot Holds, Mom. This is my job. I’m supposed to be here. Not Holds. Point the gun at me.”

Holds snorts, finally acknowledging what’s going on. “You? Why would she point it at you?” he sneers. “You’re her precious child. Her favorite. We both know that.”

“No, it’s not true.” Frantically, I turn toward my mother. “Mom, tell him. Tell him the truth so he knows. He needs to understand. Please.”

“Drix, you shouldn’t even know that. Your father has a big mouth. No, this is for the best. Then Holds won’t ever have any pain,” she says, lowering the gun just a tad as she glances at me.

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