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Clay lifted his legs and wrapped them around Logan’s hips.

No words could describe the emotions surging through him as he and Clay made love. Each touch, each pant of breath on his skin, enhanced the pleasure tenfold. Logan was sure weird animalistic grunts and moans escaped from him with every thrust of his cock deep inside Clay’s body. Part of him mourned the fact that he couldn't hear Clay's sounds, but touch spoke a thousand words, and Clay enunciated each one that their meaning was unmistakable.

With each drive of Logan’s body inside Clay, they moved further up the bed. Clay braced his hands on the padded leather insert of his headboard. He used the leverage to meet each of Logan’s plunges.

Logan bent his head and captured Clay’s nipple between his lips, sucking on the hardened nub until vibrations of Clay's cries tickled his lips. A hot spot, maybe? Logan would have to explore that in the future. A lot.

His balls pulled up tight against his body. The beginning of his climax brewed in his lower back. Clay reached for his cock, but his head came dangerously close to colliding with the headboard. Logan wrapped his fist around Clay’s cock and pulled. The added stimulus was all Clay needed, and with only a few tugs, jets of come shot from him. Logan's climax roared through his body. Wave after wave of sensation pummeled through him. His cock erupted so violently it nearly hurt, but the pain was delicious as he finally, after years of fantasizing, screamed Clay's name when he came.

Chapter Eight

The lines on the highway raced past Logan as he stared out the window from the passenger seat. Miles of road stretched before them as he and Clay drove south towards West Haven, Connecticut. He was required to go there or New York City for the implant services.

His mind raced with disjointed thoughts of what would happen in the coming days. His initial euphoria and excitement at the news of his approval for the implants now morphed into trepidation. What if the surgery didn’t work? What if, after they sliced his head open, they found out the electrodes wouldn’t thread through his cochlea like they should? What if he went through all this and still couldn’t hear? What if there was a side effect of the surgery like his taste got affected or the ringing got worse?

The past month had comprised visit after visit to the VA hospital. Test after test. The neurotologists and audiologists had dissected every little neuron of his auditory system. If he hadto sit in one more soundproof booth and strain to hear non-existent beeps, he would go mad. They’d scanned his head and flipped him back and forth so many times he’d tossed his cookies on more than one occasion. God, his vertigo had loved that little session. He’d survived lip-reading tests and countless hours in counseling to discuss realistic expectations. In a way, those counseling sessions were so much harder than the physical tests.

He’d been so high at the prospect of being able to hear again, but watching the audiologists tell him everything that might or might not improve had almost sucked the joy out of the experience. He understood they had to say those things. Realistic goals were crucial, but come on, give a guy a bone.

Now, the time had come. Tomorrow at oh-six-hundred, he would check into the hospital, and the real adventure would begin.

Logan felt Clay thread his fingers through his, giving them a squeeze. He looked across the interior of the car and saw Clay glance at him, while trying to maintain attention on the road. Logan smiled back and returned the squeeze.

He knew Clay would be there with him every step of the way in the coming months, and that helped keep the anxiety from consuming him.

God, he loved this man sitting next to him. Day after day, test after test, Clay had stood beside him. He’d even come to a couple of Logan’s sessions with Matt.

When they were young men, he’d thought he knew what it meant to desire Clay, to love Clay, but he’d had no idea. On the days when all he wanted to do was scream, Clay calmed him. On days he wanted to curl up and cry, Clay held him. And at night, when the nightmares came, Clay consumed him with passion.

He’d moved into Clay’s bedroom immediately, following their first time together. The nights spent in each other’s arms gave him more strength to face the next day than all the training theArmy could throw at him. Clay could make his body shiver with a single look from those stormy gray eyes, and his body would burn with one touch of a finger.

The lovers of his past had not prepared him for what it would be like in Clay’s bed. One night, after a particularly rough day, Clay had licked every inch of his body, over and over, until Logan had begged and pleaded. His lover held him in suspension for what seemed like an eternity, and when Clay filled Logan with his cock, the sensation had sent Logan spiraling into an orgasmic black hole that sucked every ounce of ecstasy from the very marrow of his bones. Thinking about that night made him hard, and he squirmed in the car's seat as he felt his body temperature rise.

Clay’s hand captured Logan’s chin and turned his head so they faced each other. “What are you thinking about over there?”

Logan looked down at his crotch and tried to adjust himself into a more comfortable position. “That night.”

Clay smiled. “It was amazing. The sounds you made, the feel of your skin beneath my tongue and your body wrapped around my cock. I convinced myself I’d found nirvana.

Clay’s words fired up his blood, and his pulse raced. His mind screamed that this play was dangerous. They were driving down an interstate highway, for fuck’s sake, but his body refused to listen. Logan’s cock pushed against his jeans. The thick material trapped the flesh in a cage of desire. He wanted to free the beast and succumb to Clay’s incendiary images.

“How long before we get there?” Logan asked.

“Another twenty minutes.”

“Fuck.”

“Yes, we will.”

Clay turned back to face the road and pushed a little harder on the gas pedal. He’d been watching Logan out of the corner of his eye the whole trip. He knew Logan was nervous about the next couple of days. Not so much the surgery itself, but what would happen afterward.

Logan had held up so well, given the rollercoaster of demands and feelings during the past month. Clay never wanted Logan to know, but he’d had his own fears about what it would mean should the implants not perform the way Logan prayed. The sessions he’d attended with Matt, both with Logan and on his own, had been very beneficial to teaching Clay how to be as supportive of Logan as possible. One thing he’d learned was that sometimes Logan still needed his space. Clay didn’t want his attempts at being supportive to be perceived by Logan as him hovering.

Clay sometimes returned from the precinct to find Logan staring at the ceiling in his old room; his hearing aids lay on the nightstand. It was almost as if Logan used the silence he’d loathed as a peaceful escape.

Clay pulled into the parking lot for their hotel. They’d reserved a room for a week. Tomorrow's procedure would be outpatient, assuming everything went according to plan. Logan was getting simultaneous bilateral implants, which was atypical, but given the risk of bone growth in Logan's inner ear because of the fractures he sustained in the head injury the surgeon sought approval for doing both implants at the same time instead of waiting to do the second surgery. If the bony growth, which the surgeon had called a long name with multiple syllables, got too thick, a second implant may not be as successful or even possible down the road. The VA hospital had also offered Logan the option of doing early activation of his processors. That meant instead of waiting for the standard two weeks after surgery, Logan would hear sound through the implants four days after waking up from anesthesia.

Despite the wandering of his mind, Clay’s arousal hadn’t abated in the last twenty minutes. Taunting Logan a little while ago might not have been the most thought out plan. He didn’t look forward to sauntering into the hotel lobby sporting a raging hard-on. He grimaced, then heard a soft chuckle from the seat next to him. When he looked over at Logan, he saw a smirk on the beautiful man’s face.

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