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“John? Let’s just forgetabout everything else for a little while, okay? Never mind thebefore or the after—let’s have now.”
“Also wise.”
“Good. So what do you wantto do with the now? What do you truly want?”
John didn’t hesitate. “I want you.”
Chapter Thirteen
In an odd way, the realization brought asense of joy. That walk in the park hadn’t been just a sad littlemeander. It was, rather, the very first time John had gone for astroll, the first time he looked up at trees and touched grass. Howmany people were lucky enough to remember their firsts sovividly?
And that kiss Harry had given him. That wasJohn’s first too, just as Harry was his first friend and now mightbecome his first lover. How wonderful! John wasn’t an amnesiacdesperate to resurrect old recollections. He was quite literally anew man accumulating a wealth of fresh experiences.
And Harry had made him understand this.
John wanted to show his gratitude, but Harrywouldn’t even let him out of the tub right away. He insisted, infact, on rubbing a soapy cloth over John’s body, treating him withutmost tenderness. This wasn’t the first bath Harry had given him,but John had been too weak to appreciate the first time. Now heatpooled low in his belly, his skin tingled deliciously… and his cockhardened. He looked down at it, surprised and pleased.
Harry was grinning. “We’re off to a goodstart, I guess.”
“I wasn’t sure I could….I’ve never been aroused before. I didn’t know if I was physicallycapable.”
“Never?” Harry’s eyes werewide.
John shook his head.
“Jesus. Okay. We’ll just…take this slow. Make it good.”
He was true to his word. He took his timewith the bathing, lavishing caresses on every inch of John, noteven hesitating over the scars. His attentions made John feeldesirable. And when Harry ran out of skin to clean, he shampooedJohn’s scalp instead. His fingers massaged the suds in, eliciting alow groan of pleasure from John.
Harry laughed. “If you think that feelsgood, just wait.”
John didn’t want to wait. He felt suddenlyvoracious for contact. It took all his will to be patient whileHarry rinsed him, helped him out of the tub, and dried him with alarge towel. It didn’t help that Harry’s excitement was evidentthrough the thin fabric of his underwear—it was heady for John tohave his effect on Harry confirmed.
He thought Harry might lead him into thebedroom right away, so he was surprised when he was maneuveredinstead to face the mirror. After wiping the steamy glass clearwith the towel, Harry stood slightly behind John and peered overhim, hands on John’s shoulders. “Look at yourself,” he ordered.
“I did. That’s how Irealized—”
“No. Look.”
While John gazed at his reflection, Harrylicked his neck—a long streak of damp heat—and then sucked lightlyat the juncture of neck and shoulder. Before John could fullyprocess that sensation, Harry pressed the front of his body againstJohn’s back and slid his hands from John’s shoulders slowly downhis arms, over his hips, and then to his belly and groin. One handcaressed his abdomen, scar and all, while the other gently cradledhis balls. So many things to feel at once. Harry’s hands werecalloused, his lips smooth and slick, his body hard. His darkerskin contrasted nicely with John’s paleness.
Moaning, John allowed Harry to bear some ofhis weight. His legs might have given out otherwise.
“Look at yourself,” Harrywhispered in his ear. “This is you now. You’re a marvel, a miracle.I’ve never wanted anyone so much.”
“Not even… Cary Grant?”John asked between gasps.
Harry’s laughter echoed in the bathroom.“Not even. He was just a movie star—dime a dozen. There’s nobodyelse like you.”
John’s arms, pinned lightly in place byHarry’s embrace, hung useless at his sides. He wanted to touch too,but he couldn’t make his mouth work properly to ask for that. WhenHarry released his balls and began a slow stroke of John’s shaftinstead, everything else ceased to matter.
It was strange. He had hated his priorconstant weakness, but right now he was as weak and defenseless ashe’d ever been, yet it felt delicious. His thin store of knowledgehadn’t informed him how magnificent it could be to willingly giveyourself over to someone else’s power.
“H-Harry….”
“Gettingclose?”
“I don’t… I d-don’t….”Maybe.Somethingwas building within him, and he didn’t want it tostop.
