That’s all I could say. I just wanted to enjoy the moment. The affection Luca gave me was unique. As if I were completely parched, my body craved it. Even when he brushed over the scar on my neck, a tingling sensation ran through me. And when he kissed me on the forehead, I drifted off to sleep.
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Luca
I sat on one of the two chairs and watched the doctor examine Juri’s wrist. She seemed pleased and mentioned that the sprain was already healing very well, but all I could think about was how Juri and I had sex. Though I still held onto the belief that I preferred to be a top rather than a bottom, Juri managed to make me enjoy lovemaking to the fullest every time.
Is it because he works as a callboy?
That made him a professional, yet I couldn’t let the fact sink in that he must have had sex with hundreds of men because of it. Well, I never asked him for an exact number, but from what I understood, he had been doing the job almost full-time for five or six years now.
I was just one of many. Nothing special, I guess.
It’s like with Matteo. We spend some time together and have a bit of fun, and once my project is finished, our paths will separate again.
Somehow, I was looking forward to the time afterward. Juri’s all-around care pushed me to my limits. At least sex came in handy. But secretly, I also liked having Juri around. It had become almost normal.
It had been almost a week since our first sex. An exciting time with New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day in between. Unfortunately, I had to work on New Year’s Eve, but at least Juri didn’t miss out on celebrating a bit. While I was in training, he had a visit from Noé, who didn’t stay long. Later in the evening, Clé, Sandro, and Kevin came over. It seemed like they had a blast because when I came home early in the morning, there were plenty of empty beer and soda bottles in the kitchen, as well as an empty bottle of Ballantine’s.
After sleeping through New Year’s Day, the last two days had been all the more intense. As if we had a lot to catch up on, we had sex at least four times. We didn’t make love. It was raw and really rough sex.
The mere thought of how Juri had taken me on the couch yesterday caused my cock to twitch. He was like an animal. Insatiable and greedy. And me? I was just the same. To be honest, I couldn’t get enough of him. The guy was so sexy!
“Your foot is also well on its way to recovery,” the doctor said as she examined Juri’s ankle. “Have you tried to put weight on it yet?”
“Just a little,” Juri replied.
Our eyes met, and I had to smirk. Yes, he had made an effort not to put weight on the foot.
“I’ll give you the walking boot today. I’m confident that you’ll be back on your feet very quickly. But take it slow. Your foot needs to get used to it again and build up muscles.”
“Okay,” Juri said, sounding suspicious. “But can I do everything again?”
The doctor retrieved the walking splint from the cabinet and put it on him. “You’ll quickly notice where your limits are. Running could be difficult. And you should also be careful with stair climbing in the first few days.”
I observed the shock on his face. His complexion paled as if all the blood had drained from his head in an instant. He swallowed hard, a clear sign that he wanted to leave. He yearned to return to his normal life, away from the confines of my apartment. The doctor, sensing his discomfort, attempted to offer reassurance.
“Move around. Climb a few stairs every day. You’ll notice the progress right away. But give your body the time it needs. If circumstances allow, I advise you to stay where you are for atleast another week. You’re not mobile enough yet to live alone on the fourth floor.”
Juri pressed his lips together and nodded reluctantly.
“Alright,” the doctor said, stepping away from the examination table. “Then go ahead and stand up.”
Juri cautiously slid off the table onto his feet and assumed an upright posture as he shifted his weight onto both legs. When he put weight on the left foot, he grimaced.
“Do you have any pain?”
“No. It’s just unfamiliar. I feel like I’m lacking strength.”
“I’m not giving you crutches,” the doctor said as she sat back at her desk and typed something into the computer. “The sooner you start walking again on your own, the better. You’ll be fine.”
As we exited the hospital, Juri remained unusually silent. Though he initially declined my assistance, he halted at the top of the first step leading to the street. His eyes briefly flickered toward the wheelchair ramp, but he dismissed it with an irritated snort, opting for the stairs instead. I stood ready to support him; I had witnessed the considerable effort it took for him to walk even a few steps. While it took me only three minutes to exit, it had taken him a full ten minutes.
At least he wasn’t too proud to hold onto me this time. He slowly descended the three steps, becoming breathless just from that.
“This is …” Before I could praise him, he cut me off.