Page 23 of Capturing Perfection

Clay was smug when he saw it was Logan’s turn to blush. He knew they’d better watch the banter, but was happy to see the vitality in Logan’s cheeks. They were watching a rerun of Bones when the doctor came in to check on Logan.

“How are you doing?” he asked, looking into Logan’s eyes.

“Good.”

“And the dizziness?”

“Better.”

Dr. Cleary looked through the nurse’s notes from overnight. He glanced over at the iPad with the caption app running. “Well, everything looks good. I'm clearing you for early activation and I’ll tell the nurses to get your discharge papers ready. I look forward to seeing their reports on your progress. I'll see you in one month for a follow-up visit.”

“Thank you, Dr. Cleary, for everything.”

Cleary nodded. He picked up the dry erase board and scribbled.“It’s my pleasure, Logan. I wish you the best of luck. It looks like you have a good partner here. I’m sure he’ll be with you each step of the way. Your world is about to open up again. Cherish it and each other.”

Clay read the doctor’s note over Logan’s shoulder, and his eyes went wide. His head flew up and caught the doctor’s wink before the message was erased and the man walked out.

He turned to see Logan’s eyes just as wide and fixed on the empty door. Their gazes met. “I’ll be damned.”

“Yeah.” Logan picked up the now clear message board. “You think he’ll say anything?”

Clay shook his head and picked up the marker.“No, he seemed happy for us. I bet that’s why he wrote it in erasable marker versus speaking. No evidence. Are you ready to go back to the hotel?”

Logan nodded his head enthusiastically.

A few hours later, they had Logan’s discharge documents. Clay wheeled Logan out of the hospital and gingerly transferred his love to the front seat of their car. Logan was still a little unsteady on his feet but overall doing well, considering the man’s head had been drilled into the day before. Clay thanked the nurses and ran to the driver's side of the car, eager to have Logan all to himself again.

Chapter Ten

For the next couple of days, they hold up in the hotel suite. With the healing incisions behind his ears, Logan didn't even want to put his hearing aids on, so he was back to a world of complete silence. Whereas before the silence was a source of pure anxiety, now Logan almost seemed peaceful. Was it because they had a scheduled time where the silence would end, or was it because Logan had worked so hard with Matt and was in a better place mentally?

They carried their smart-phones on them at all times and sent countless text messages back and forth. Everything from what they wanted for dinner to ‘hand me the remote’.

One advantage was that the time allowed Logan to concentrate on improving his lip reading skills. Clay sat with him at night and did exercises to strengthen the ability, so when activation day came, Logan would have every tool available to ease his transition back into a world of sound.

A calender alert popped on his phone and Clay showed it to Logan. In the morning, they would head back to the VA clinic for Logan’s appointment with the audiologist.

Only in moments of solitude would Clay admit he was just as anxious as Logan. Although he tried, he knew there was no way he could really understand what it was like for Logan. The silence, the isolation, the fervent hope he lived with hour after hour that this would work. Logan had a teletherapy appointment with Matt today, and the pair had made use of the chat function for their discussion. Clay had gone down to the pool to burn off some restless energy while they met.

Clay dumped the steaming microwave popcorn in a bowl and picked up the remote control. Tonight was a night for relaxation. Logan lounged on the couch, intently looking at the screen of his e-reader.

Clay froze as Logan’s hand snaked beneath his sweats and massaged his cock, which filled out the material in a mouth-watering display. What was Logan reading? And could Clay join him?

Clay slinked his way to the end of the couch, kneeling on the floor beside the armrest. He looked over Logan’s shoulder and blinked at the words on the glowing screen. Descriptions of two men engaged in hot, erotic, explicit sex burned into his brain. He continued to read as Logan pushed the button to turn the page. Each line was devoured faster than the previous. He felt as if he were there. The author had managed with only a few paragraphs to transport him into the world of the characters in the story.

His cock filled and throbbed in his sleep pants. His hands tingled, and his heart sped up at the visions in his head of him and Logan trading places with the characters. When the man in the story kissed his partner’s neck, Clay did the same to Logan. When he twisted the hard nipples of the man in front of him,Clay snaked his hands beneath Logan’s T-shirt and mimicked the action.

Logan’s head fell back on the headrest, and the e-reader fell forgotten into his lap. Clay saw that the slick head of Logan’s cock peeking out from the band of his sweats. He kept one hand stimulating Logan’s nipples, and the other skimmed down his washboard abs to snake beneath the elastic band. Logan had made regular use of the local gym in the last few months, and his body bore the efforts.

He wrapped his hand around Logan’s heated flesh, caressing it. Hot, velvety skin moved over a core of steel as he increased his strokes. His lips skimmed Logan’s neck, his tongue licked the strong column. Little whimpers escaped from Logan as he nuzzled his cheek into the biceps of Clay’s arm wrapped around him. Lithe hips arched up, begging for more. Logan shoved his pants down over his ass, and Clay had more room to work.

The swollen flesh in his hand steadily leaked Logan’s pearly essence from the slit. Silky liquid trickled over his fingers and eased the way as Clay increased the pace of his hand. The fingers of his other hand twisted the pointed nipple he’d been playing with. The bite of pain fueled Logan’s desire as his hips snapped up in demand.

Clay stood, releasing Logan’s nipple, and smoothed his hand down the feverish skin of Logan’s stomach. He cupped the tightly lifted balls and rolled them in the palm of his hand. His head descended over one of Logan’s shoulders, and his lips attached around the nipple he’d been playing with.

One hand stripped Logan’s cock, as the other stimulated the heavy orbs waiting to release their offering.

Logan’s hand speared into Clay’s hair, holding him in place. Clay bit down, and Logan cried out at the same time as the cock in Clay’s hand erupted. Hot, creamy semen coated Clay’s fingers as he milked Logan through his orgasm.

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