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Iblinked, thenIdragged my gaze up toMalcolm’sface. “What?Whatare you talking about?”
“Myleg.You’restaring at it.”
Ifrowned down atMalcolm’sright leg. “Oh.”Nowsmiling,Imet his eyes again and winked. “That’snotwhatIwas staring at.”
Malcolmchoked and shifted his body. “Ah.”
Icrawled onto the bed untilIwas next to him to his right. “Sinceit’s bothering you,I’mgoing to look at your leg now.Upclose.”Malcolmflinched. “ThenI’mgoing to suck your magnificent cock, andI’llcap off tonight’s experience by rubbing mine against yours.Okay?”
“Okay.”Malcolmsounded like he was gritting his teeth.
Therewas enough light from the candles to see the scars.Ireached out but paused. “CanItouch?”
Malcolmclosed his eyes and swallowed.Hegave a jerky nod.Lookingback down,Isaw his erection had softened significantly.Fuck.Icouldn’t screw this up.
Dueto the loss of muscle, his right leg had a slightly withered appearance.He’dbeen injured on the front of both his thigh and his shin.Ineach area there was a long surgical scar with a puckered area near the center.
Iwasn’t a fool.Thesewere gunshot wounds, and he’d had to have surgery, probably to repair the damage to his femur and his tibia, not to mention all the associated muscles.
Butthat was a topic for another time, assumingMalcolmeventually chose to share it with me.Rightnow, the topic was sex.
StartingatMalcolm’sright ankle,Iused both of my hands to knead gently into his muscles.Keepingthe motion steady,Imoved slowly up his leg, easing the tension.Malcolmmade a soft sound whenIfocused on his scar tissue.Imade a mental note to buy some massage oil.Withhaving to lean on his cane all the time, no doubt he could benefit from a full body massage.
WhenIreached his hip,Ilet my hand slide insideMalcolm’sthigh, pushing a little so he’d spread his legs apart. “Mmmm, yes,”Ipraised him.Icupped his balls gently, rolling them in my fingers.Malcolm’scock was back to being rock-hard.Ileaned down to put my nose into his unmanicured curls.Iloved his musky scent.
“Felix.”Malcolm’svoice had regained some of its earlier confidence.Toreward him,Ilicked a stripe up the side of his cock, pausing at the top to meetMalcolm’seyes whileIsuckled his tip.
Takinga last swipe with my tongue,Iraised my eyebrows innocently and asked, “Yes?”
Malcolmbarked out a laugh and grabbed my bicep to urge me upwards. “Comehere.”Hecurled his upper body to meet me in a hot kiss.Idragged my skin along his, straddling his hips and slotting our cocks together.Thatfirst damp velvet slide made my toes curl and drove a long groan from my throat.
Malcolm’shand patted the mattress, looking for the bottle of lube.Hekept patting way longer than it should’ve taken him, soIhad to break our kiss to help find it.AtlastIpoured some into his palm, thenIclosed the cap and tossed the bottle aside again.
OnceIresumed my position on top ofMalcolm, his slick hand closed around our cocks, andIarched my back at the pleasure.
“Holyheck.”Irutted into the circle of his hand.Malcolm’sgrip was just this side of too tight, and he gave a little twist at the top which pressed our cockheads together.Afteran embarrassingly small number of strokes, my balls drew up andIerupted, coveringMalcolm’sabs and chest with my cum.
Inthe next heartbeat,Malcolmcame too.Heloosened his grip, andIshuddered and collapsed onto his body.
Fora few minutes, all we did was breathe and clutch each other.Ihad to be crushing the poor man, soIreluctantly slid to the side.Igrimaced at the jizz covering our torsos.Ididn’t like sleeping in dried cum.
“Hangon.I’llget a towel or something.”Ieased off the bed, tottering a bit untilIwas steady on my feet.
“Grabone of the hand towels on the rack.”
Igrunted in acknowledgement.Crap, was grunting contagious?Iwent into the bathroom, automatically flipping the light switch, then flipping it off again whenIremembered the power was out.
ButasIwas returning from the bathroom with the damp towel, the lights came back on.Malcolm’sbedroom light had been off, so at least we weren’t blinded, but the hallway light was on.I’dalready wiped myself down, soItossed the towel toMalcolmand went to flip the hall switch.
“Hey,Ithink the rain’s stopped.”Malcolm’sbedroom window faced his backyard.Thelight overMalcolm’sback porch was off, but enough ambient light came from the neighboring houses thatIcould see water was dripping from the trees, but not from the sky any longer.
Malcolmtossed the towel on the floor. “Blowout the candles, will you?”
“Um.”ShouldIleave?Wasthat some sort of hint hewantedme to leave?
Malcolmpropped himself up on one elbow. “What’sthe matter?Doyou want some boxers or something to sleep in?Idon’t have any pajama pants, but if you don’t like your junk flopping around while you sleepIcan find some sweats or something.”
Smilingin relief,Isaid, “No,I’mfine.Iwas just thinkingIshould set an alarm.”Ifumbled around for my pants and pulled out my phone.Itstill had a decent charge, soIset the alarm and left it on the nightstand.
