Page 119 of Out of the Storm

Jeff’s cock was still pulsing when suddenly, something very cold touched the tip of his penis, causing him to jump.

“Fuck! What the fuck!”

“Shoot! I’m sorry!” Gary sputtered, removing whatever-the-fuck that was. “I reached for the paper towel! I forgot there was ice in it!”

Jeff and Gary locked eyes again, and then they both completely lost their heads to laughter.

“Didn’t you feel that it was cold?!” Jeff asked, still cackling.

“I was frazzled! You were erupting everywhere!”

“Jesus Christ, Gare! What the fuck!”

“Come on, I can barely see!” Gary covered his face with his hands, though he was still laughing plenty. “Oh my God, I ruined everything. You finally let me touch you and I tried to freeze your penis off!”

Grabbing both of Gary’s wrists, Jeff pulled Gary’s hands away from his face.

“Gare. I loved it.”

“Yeah?” Gary asked with an uncertain smile.

“Yeah,” Jeff said, tipping their foreheads together again. “You made me feel so safe.” Jeff snorted. “Well, up until the end there.”

“Was the rest of it really okay? Was it... sexy enough?”

“Yes. Very.”

“Did you ever feel—”

“No. I would have told you. Like I promised.”

“Do we still have to take that hiatus on spending time together in person?”

“No, but, Gare, sometimes I might not be able to... to finish like that. I mean, I can’t really tell when something will bother me. Not before it happens.”

“I know. I’m fine with that, Jeffrey, really.” Gary went to nuzzle Jeff’s nose with his own, but the moment they touched, Gary recoiled in pain. “Ow.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Geez.”

Gary fumbled to find the ice again, but the moment he did, Jeff took it from him and lifted it to Gary’s nose.

Gary sighed and said, “I’m sure I’ll mess up once in a while. Clearly, I have trouble even remembering my own impairments sometimes. Will you be mad when I mess up? I promise I would never ever mean to hurt you.”

“No. Never.”

“Do you think your therapist will hate my idea? What we’re trying, I mean.”

“Nah. Or, maybe. But I’ll tell her, and we’ll see what she says. No matter what, Gare, I want us to keep trying, though. Together. We’ll try whatever she says we should try. Even breathing tricks or whatever I said.”

“Counting sheep?” Gary teased.

“Yeah,” Jeff said, smiling. “Or that.”

“Jeffrey?”

“Mm?”

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