Page 98 of Our Own Light

When Floyd was finally finished, he called Ollie over. Ollie started to undress himself, but Floyd could tell that moving so much was bothering his shoulder, and so, Floyd worked to unfasten the rest of Ollie’s shirt buttons himself. After Ollie’s button-down shirt was off, Floyd worked to undress himself, too. Soon, they were both in their work pants, which Floyd then started to remove, his heart pitter-pattering from excitement the entire time.

Once they were both only wearing their undergarments and Floyd could see the outline of Ollie’s half-hard cock beneath the silk fabric, he realized that he was finally ready for something more.

“Can I take these off?” Floyd asked, tugging on the front button.

“Yeah?”

“Only if you want me to.”

“Of course I want you to.”

Working the first button, Floyd could see that Ollie’s cock had already begun to stiffen some more. His own cotton undergarments were becoming tighter, too. As soon as Floyd unfastened the final button, Ollie’s cock sprang free. Floyd stared at it for a while, forgetting to breathe.

“I, uh, I hope it’s... satisfactory?” Ollie said, probably because Floyd was being so quiet.

For some reason, Floyd couldn’t think of what to say. He just kept staring in wonderment at the beautiful sight before him. After a few more seconds of wordless staring, he had the sense to force himself to find a compliment, though Floyd thought that whatever he said would never really be enough.

“You have a real handsome cock, Ollie.”

Ollie laughed. “Really?”

“Yeah. I’d touch you, but I ain’t clean yet.”

“Well, then, we better wash up.”

Floyd reached for the cloth, but Ollie stopped him.

“What about you?” Ollie asked, moving his hand to the buttons on Floyd’s one-piece undergarment. “Not that you have to, of course. It’s perfectly fine if you aren’t ready for that yet.”

“I am. Just forgot, is all.”

As Floyd unfastened the buttons, his stomach started to roll all over the place. Even though Ollie had touched him a couple of times, Ollie still hadn’t seen him. All of a sudden, Floyd felt worried for some reason. Ollie’s cock was pretty, like the rest of him was pretty. His own cock had never seemed very pretty to him. He hoped Ollie would like it.

As soon as Floyd’s cock was visible, he looked up to see Ollie’s reaction, only to be met with what he thought were the hungriest, most lustful looking eyes he had ever seen.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” Ollie said, the corner of his mouth curling up into the most adorable half-smile. “Is that really for me?”

“All for you,” Floyd said, his stomach flip-flopping when he said it.

Floyd was still wriggling out of his undergarments when one of Ollie’s hands came up to snake around his neck. Ollie’s mouth claimed his with a kiss. Lips still locked with Ollie’s, Floyd fumbled for the washing cloth. Once he found it, he plunged his hand into the water and then broke their kiss so that he could wring it out properly.

He touched the cloth to Ollie’s shoulder, coaxing forth a thankful-sounding moan.

“Thank you for suggesting this,” Ollie said. “God, that feels so nice.”

Floyd sighed. “I’m sorry you were hurt today. I ought to have protected you.”

“From my own clumsiness?”

“It was wrong for me to send you away like that,” Floyd said, removing the cloth to reveal a smattering of black and blue and purple. Leaning forward, he lightly touched his lips to the newly formed bruise. “I hope I ain’t hurting you now.”

“Not at all.”

Floyd kissed Ollie’s shoulder once more and then submerged the cloth in the water.

Over the next few minutes, Floyd slowly ran the cloth over Ollie’s body, feeling like he was not only cleaning away the sweat and the coal dust, but everything that was bad about the last week. After Floyd finished cleaning Ollie’s body, Ollie took the rag from him and cleaned Floyd’s. He moved real slow, probably because of his shoulder, but Floyd wondered if maybe Ollie was trying to savor this time together, too.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” Ollie said in the kindest, most tender voice.

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