Page 64 of Free Heart
I can feel his smile without needing to take my eyes from the road.
“Hell yeah, Doc. Anything you want. You name it.”
“I’m thinking maybe I’d like to ride your fist again. If you want…”
The air in the car gets very hot, or so it seems, because I’m suddenly sweating, and my heart is pounding. I feel like I did the first time I stepped into his van, a little like I’ve got carbonationin my bloodstream, and like what I’m doing is a little bit wild, a little bit dangerous.
“It’ll be my pleasure,” Dan says.
I grin.
Dan sighs. “There’s that smile.”
“Happy to see it?”
“You have no idea.”
*
Dan
My leg isaching like hell by the time we’re through, but I’m also exhausted, pleased, and completely satisfied. I fall back down on the bed following the ordeal of our post-sex shower. At least I don’t need to cover my leg with plastic anymore.
Sejin seems just as exhausted, and for good reason. He’s the one who first took my fingers, then my fist, and then my dick. He’s entirely fucked out. I’m considering calling in sick for him so that he doesn’t have to go into Papa Bear tomorrow, but I also know he’ll kill me if I prevent him from earning money. He’s obsessed with our finances lately.
I watch him sleep for a few minutes, expecting to pass out myself soon, but I don’t. Instead, my mind starts whirring with plans. I’m one step closer to getting back on the wall.
The “special arrangements” that I’ve made regarding physical therapy are nothing more than a self-designed regimen I’ve put together from various YouTube channels I’ve found. Despite his better judgment, Sejin agreed to let me design it all myself, especially if Rye and Lowell sign off on it, and also if they come over to help me from time to time.
I reach for my phone to start putting together an immediate plan of action. Starting tomorrow, I can finally make some progress—
Sejin makes a snuffling sound next to me. I smile at how adorable he is all curled up on his side, covers up to his chin. Impulsively, I turn on the phone’s camera and start recording.
“Hi,” I whisper. “It’s me, Dan McBride, climbed El Capitan and fell off, etc, etc. This is my boyfriend, Sejin.” I let the video roll on a few more seconds, and then say, “Sweetest ass I’ve ever had.”
“You can’t post that,” Sejin murmurs.
“I can.”
He shifts sleepily. “Fine, but at least give it some context.”
“I’ve had about—” I count quickly. “—eighty-three asses, and his is absolutely the best.”
“Dan…”
“We’re monogamous,” I brag. “So, eat your heart out.”
Sejin snorts, cracks open his eyes. “I meant context like that you love me, and I’m a great guy, and—”
I zoom in on the little curve at the corner of his lip, and then pull back to show his whole mouth. “I love him. He’s a great guy.”
Sejin smiles—not his best smile, but a pretty one. “Wow, so convincing.”
“I was pretty convincing half an hour ago when you were screaming my name and—”
Sejin swats at the phone. “Hush!”
“I might marry him one day.”
