Page 80 of A Long Way Back
By the time Tay reached the bedroom, Ink had taken off his boots and was barefoot.
“Want to play naked Twister?” Ink asked.
“Yes, but no. I’m feeling battered and youwerebattered. Another time. Okay?”
“Let’s shower.” Ink took Tay’s crutches from him, then knelt to remove his shoes.
Tay put his hands on Ink’s shoulders so he didn’t fall as Ink pulled his shoes off. He found himself stroking Ink’s neck, his hands cupping the curve of his throat and caressing the delicate skin with his fingers. Ink peeled him out of his trousers and stood up. Tay’s cock was a hard length under his shorts. Ink stared at it, the tip of his tongue sliding across his lip, before he stepped back. Tay took off his T-shirt and tossed it aside.
Ink took off his jeans, and Tay winced when he saw the bruises, particularly the boot print on his thigh.Fucking Lennie.But when Ink’s T-shirt was off, Tay’s breathing faltered.
“Oh God,” he whispered.
Ink’s chest and hip were a mess, painted with long, painful-looking stripes of brown and red bruises.
“Christ. Look what that bastarddid to you.” Tayandhis cock were horrified. His erection began to wilt.
“Not all of me is messed up,” Ink said.
“What—? Oh.”
Ink stepped closer. He ran his fingers over the plane of Tay’s stomach, slid the other hand around the nape of Tay’s neck and he felt ripples roll through him as if a stone had been thrown into a pond. The sensation went on and on, trickling down to his fingers and toes. Ink held Tay’s face in his hands, kissed him, and time did something weird. It slowed, stretched, then faded as the kiss continued and the world disappeared.
Wanthadinvaded every cell of Tay’s body.Neednipping at its heels. He held Ink’s waist and hoped he was holding him somewhere that didn’t hurt, but hehadto hold him. Then their erections touched through their shorts and they gasped against each other’s mouths. Ink groaned, pulled back, stared at Tay, then smiled. The intensity of his gaze kept Tay motionless while inside the ripples kept going until he worried his legs would give way.
“Now what do we do?” Tay asked.
Ink laughed and took his hand. “Shower while we can still stand upright.”
Tay went slowly without his crutches, one hand in Ink’s, one brushing the wall in the hallway. Inside the bathroom, Ink tossed their towels onto the floor by the shower and turned it on.
“We going to fit?” Tay swallowed hard.
“Tight and perfect.” Ink peeled off his shorts and kicked them aside.
Tay stared. How could he not? Once or twice, he’d caught a glimpse of Jonty’s cock when they’d been changing to go surfing but… Ink was uncut, hairless, long and hard and…Oh fuck.That will never fit.
Chapter Eleven
INK HAD TALKED HIMSELF INTO doing this, then talked himself out, and now he was back in again. Well, not quite. Despite his claim to have an optimistic outlook, little in his life made him happy, so when he had a chance for pleasure, why turn it down? He should.But not this time.They both wanted this and Ink wasn’t sure which of them was more desperate.
Tay tugged his shorts over his hips, let them fall, and stepped out of them. He looked nervous but determined.Just like me.
“You’re gorgeous,” Ink whispered.
Tay let out a strangled groan. “If you say nice things to me, I’ve had it.”
“Really gorgeous.”
Tay laughed.
Ink helped him into the shower. Tay tipped his head back to let the water hit his face, and closed his eyes. Hewasgorgeous.No Olympic gymnast’s sculptured muscles, no gym bunny’s six pack and he was probably underweight, but Tay’s flat stomach, angular hip bones, dark treasure trail and rock-hard cock were a big turn on.
“You going to be okay about touching?” Ink asked. “We’re in a tight space here. If you freak out, it could get painful.”
“I’m going to freak out if you don’t touch me. I’m fucking cured. I’d suggest you set up a business offering help to people who don’t like to be touched, but I don’t want you touching anyone but me.”
Ink watched realisation of what he’d just said move across Tay’s face.
