Page 7 of Private Exhibit
They lay like that for several minutes, staring up at the plain, white ceiling in silence. Devon could just hear Oliver breathing, plus the softwhirof their ancient computers over on the dining table, but the apartment was otherwise silent.
“What do you need?” Oliver eventually asked. “Give me a list.”
Devon almost smiled. Thanks to their time living together, Oliver knew him too well. Still, he had to think about it, trying to decide what was most pressing. “I need a shower,” he decided, growing increasingly desperate to get out of the wet diaper. “And I need my shoes off. And I'm hungry again.”
Oliver chuckled. “No surprise there.” He sat up and unlaced Devon's shoes, then pried them off and set them on the mat, making sure they were lined up straight. “Socks?”
Devon grimaced. “Yes, please.” Oliver yanked off Devon's socks, and Devon felt a wave of relief wash through his body. He wriggled and fanned out his toes, his whole body seeming less confined.
“You sure you don't need help in the shower?”
Devon tested his right arm, but it still wouldn't budge. He shook his head with a sigh. “I'll manage.”
“Right-o. I'll reheat that chicken casserole while you're in there.”
“Thanks, Oli.”
Oliver nodded. “Ready?”
“Yep.” Devon hesitated, then slowly got up off the floor. Oliver moved with him, looking braced to catch him at any moment.
But Devon managed to regain his feet without incident once again. He gave Oliver a nod, grabbed his socks, and headed to the washroom. Devon closed the door and awkwardly stripped out of his clothes, dumping them in the hamper. The diaper felt even more uncomfortable now, being the only thing touching his body. Devon wriggled out of it and flung it into the tub to wash, then cranked on the hot water and stepped in after it.
He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, standing still under the spray. The heat felt good on his skin, rushing down his body and washing away all the icky, lingering sensations. He slipped a hand between his legs, helping to clean off the urine.
Devon gasped.
He wasn't just wet. He waswet. A shudder of pleasure ran through his body, and he immediately started thinking of the hot guy at the club.
Gods. He'd never seen anyone sexier in his life. There was something familiar about the man, but Devon couldn't place him. Usually, when that happened, it was someone he'd taken an interest in and been rejected. But this man certainly hadn't rejected him.
Devon could picture him so easily. Thick, brown hair. A short, scruffy beard. A white tank top that showed off the man'sbroad shoulders and just a hint of chest hair. Tight jeans that highlighted strong thighs and an impressive ass.
And that cock. Holy hells. Straight. Thick. Uncut. Devon licked his lips, just thinking about it. He'd never gotten to touch a cock in his life, let alone have one inside him. Hells, he didn't even have one of his own, having been born with female genitalia. But just getting toseethat one was like a dream come true. Especially the way the man had handled himself. Devon bit back a moan, picturing it. Those strong, sexy, confident hands stroking up and down, dragging the foreskin back and forth, fondling those huge balls.
Devon slapped a hand over his mouth as he came.
He gasped for breath.Holy shit. Devon snatched down the soap and quickly washed himself, feeling guilty for wasting the hot water. He never indulged in shower masturbation. That was something he reserved for the privacy of his bedroom, and sometimes not even there. When his entire body could go paralyzed at any moment, it was simply too awkward to think about having Oliver catch him while his hand was stuck uselessly down his underwear.
Then again, Oliver had wiped his ass for him more times than he could count, and it didn't get much more awkward than that.
Devon shuddered and grabbed the showerhead to rinse himself off, then paused when he realized he'd used his right hand. He breathed a laugh. Just like that, the attack was over. His right arm wasn't useless anymore.
Once his diaper was washed out and hung up to dry, Devon got out of the shower. He quickly dried off and padded into his bedroom. Just in case, he pulled on a clean diaper even though regular underwear sounded so much more comfortable, then got dressed in his pajamas. The soft fabric, thin and worn though it was, felt soothing on his skin. He closed his eyes and let himselfexperience it for a few minutes before he went to hang up his towel and rejoin Oliver at the dining table.
Devon sat down in his chair, thanked Oliver for the steaming bowl resting on the table, and reached for his keyboard.
“Nope,” Oliver teased. “Food first.”
Devon's fingers paused halfway through typing in his credentials for the Gentleman Hackers chatroom. He grumbled under his breath, but Oliver was right.One thing at a time. Devon took a bite, chewed, and swallowed, then said, “You know me too well.”
Oliver chuckled.
Devon ate a few more bites, waiting until the food began to settle his system, leaving him more clearheaded and calm, then finished logging in. He couldn't help smiling as the chatroom loaded. This really was his second home. The one and only place where he felt even slightly wanted. The only family he'd ever known.
Which was weird, considering he didn't know a damned thing about any of the members. They were all complete strangers. Utterly anonymous.
Except for Oliver, of course.
