Page 40 of Missing in Action

“Is that okay?”

“Yes.” Holden’s hands felt so good. They were so tender, so gentle, and yet they used the right amount of pressure to knead his trauma and pain away. Holden kept up the steady pace. He seemed in no rush to stop. In fact, he was at it so long, Tyler opened his eyes to look at him. Holden’s gaze was on the stump. He had a serious expression of concentration on his face that relaxed when he saw Tyler looking.

“Okay?”

“Yes.” Since his injury, he had never imagined anyone wanting to do this to him. He had never expected anyone would ever want to touch the remaining part of his leg.

Holden bit his lip before he spoke. “It’s beautiful. Like you.”

Tyler felt sudden tears dew his eyes and cursed himself. He averted his gaze and watched Holden’s hands move up over his thigh, stroking, one sliding as far as his hip before stopping.

“You know you have to get on all fours to let me wash your ass, right?”

Tyler gave him a smile. “Is that what you want?”

“You’re damn right it is.”

“All right.” Tyler shifted. He did as he was told, presenting his ass, holding himself on his arms with his cock thickening. Holden lathered up both palms. He slid them over Tyler’s buttocks before sliding fingers into his crack, finding his entrance and soaping it. Tyler swayed in place, head dipped. Holden wet a washcloth next. He rinsed Tyler off, lingering on his hole. Then he smoothed his hands over Tyler’s ass and spread him open. Tyler tensed and tried not to groan.

“How many men have fucked you?” Holden asked, the arousal in his voice palpable.

“A couple,” Tyler said, with his cock jutting out in front of him.

“Suck.” Holden presented a finger to his mouth and Tyler did as he was told. Holden touched his hole, massaging it with saliva, slicking it and pressing until his finger slid inside. Tyler shifted in the water with a groan. “You like that?” Holden asked.

“Yes.” Tyler closed his eyes, his cock starting to throb. Holden removed the finger. Tyler sensed him lean closer before he felt a wet tongue slide down his cleft and flick over his hole. “Oh my God,” he said.

Holden laughed softly. “I’ve wanted to do this since I met you.”

Tyler shivered. He groaned as Holden licked. His tongue was so wet, so soft, so slippery, like a velvet caress on his most intimate area. He hung his head down, his arms shaking, starting to pant. Holden stabbed his tongue inside with darting jabs and Tyler cursed before Holden left a wet line down his perineum to suck each ball before he squeezed them gently.

“Let’s get you out,” he said. “I don’t want you kneeling like that for long.”

Tyler agreed with him even though he wanted more tongue. It had been a while since he’d had a rimjob and he’d love it if Holden brought him all the way to climax that way. He turned over for Holden to help him out of the bath. They did it by Tyler sitting on the edge of the bath and swinging both legs over. He rested with his ass on the bath for a moment as Holden grabbed a towel and draped it around his shoulders, rubbing. He noticed the hard-on tenting Holden’s robe, and he reached up, hands on Holden’s hips.

Holden slowed. He looked down at Tyler with his pupils dilating in his dark eyes so the iris looked almost black. “Wait there,” he said before he turned and left the room. Tyler steadied himself on the bath. The room was warm and the water evaporating on his skin felt nice. While his leg still hurt, it was a muted pain he could deal with.

Holden returned. In his hands he held a condom and the bottle of lube. Tyler said nothing but his heart rate increased. He followed Holden’s figure with his eyes as he shed the robe and approached the bath. Holden smiled. He squirted some lube onto his fingers. Then he slicked it down Tyler’s hard shaft. Tyler caught his breath. Holden turned around. Then he started to slowly gyrate his lovely ass like he was giving Tyler a lap dance, backing up until he was rubbing over Tyler’s cock, letting it slide down his ass crack.

Tyler swore. He gripped his dick, holding it steady. Holden had his hands on his knees, bent over. The head of Tyler’s cock slipped between his cheeks, leaving a smear of lube and Tyler saw his opening, nestling tiny and puckered and gritted his teeth, helpless to stop himself bucking. Holden pumped more lube onto his hand. He reached behind to lube himself up and Tyler groaned as Holden slipped a finger inside himself. Holy fuck, that was hot. He gripped Holden’s hips, watching his cock, looking at the pre-cum oozing from the slit, watching Holden’s asshole and his fingers and needing to bury himself as deep as he could go.

Holden pushed the condom into his hand. Tyler tore it hurriedly and rolled it on. He didn’t care that he was sitting on the hard bath with no prosthesis. The sexiest thing in forever was going to back himself onto his cock and Tyler wasn’t going to turn that down. Which was exactly what Holden did. He backed himself onto Tyler’s dick with a groan and Tyler pulled him, jerking up, giving Holden every inch. Tyler watched his cock disappearing into Holden’s ass and thought he was going to come instantly.

Holden gasped. “Fuck me,” he said. “Oh God, fuck me.”

Tyler growled. He thrust up, holding Holden’s hips hard. Holden’s thighs shook and he cried out. Tyler pulled him back and held him, sitting right on his lap and Holden squirmed, panting and gasping. He moved up, got in that hunched over position again, offering his ass to be plundered by Tyler. Tyler thrust into him again, the slick slide and the deep penetration and the visual of Holden bent over like this so unbearably erotic. He slid a hand around Holden and gripped his dick. “Come on,” he said, as he had the night before and used the pre-cum leaking from Holden’s cock to jerk him with as he fucked Holden.

Holden tightened around him. His cock swelled harder and he fell back against Tyler’s chest where Tyler could hold him tight and kiss his neck as he jerked Holden right over the finish line. Holden let out loud cries. He panted for breath, his dick erupting over Tyler’s fingers. Tyler managed another couple of jerks of his hips before he let go. The orgasm swept him away for long moments before he came back to his body and found his arms around Holden, still holding him hard. Holden was slumped, chest heaving, trying to take some of his own weight, but placing most of it on Tyler.

“That was some work out.” Tyler moved his hand slowly up and down Holden’s spent dick, spreading his cum and making his partner shiver and groan.

“Yeah, those are not the sort of squats I usually do.” They both laughed. Tyler had never had anyone sit him on a bath before and back onto his dick. It would be one for the spank bank. When Holden eased off him, he caught his condom and tied it in a knot. Holden took it from him and discarded it in a small trash can in the unit under the sink. Then he shrugged his robe back on and slid an arm around Tyler, helping him stand.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he said. “I could have at least got you to the bed before I attacked you.”

Tyler shook his head. He hopped by Holden’s side, taking the pace slow.

“Selfish of me,” Holden murmured.

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