Page 51 of Handle with Care
“You didn’t,” Will gasps, laughing.
“I sure did. In my bag in the other room. Because a boy can always hope.”
“Condoms, lube, in the drawer.” He gestures and gives me a breathless smile. “Now.”
“I’m so happy we’re on the same page,” I joke, going to the drawer and finding what I need. As I efficiently put on a condom, Will slides out of his jeans, revealing all of him. He’s fucking glorious, hard, and toned with an enviable V-cut. And of course, his prosthetic leg, which looks impressive too, like the rest of him. As a onetime thing, I’m imprinting him in my memory to remember tomorrow. And the next day. And probably the day after that too.
“I’m, er, taking this off now.”
“Whatever makes you feel comfortable,” I encourage, sliding beside him on the covers, running my hands over his chest and lower till I tease his cock again. He shudders as he removes his prosthesis. Then we’re kissing and kissing. I tease Will’s opening with my fingers for a while, pausing long enough for lube and more teasing till he pulls me roughly onto him, and I rest on a forearm as I ease inside, then catch his face with a hand as he shudders and arches his back again, moaning.
“Like this? Tell me.”
“Yes… fuck… yes…” Will’s voice catches as he gasps. “Exactly.”
I grin against him, and then he can’t make any more coherent sounds as I slowly tease my way into him. Will feels incredible, taking me. And then I couldn’t say anything if I wanted to either, lost in the heat of us, the way he pulls me tight to his body, the movements we make together. The unevenness of his breath.
We’re a little clumsy at first, but our enthusiasm knows no limits, both too greedy right now to take our time. Skin to skin, it’s him and me and our incredible rhythm together. Nothing else matters.
And this is everything, right now. More than everything. More than wanting. Everything’s blissfully real as we press against each other. Way better than any daydream.
“Dylan, oh yes…”
In my arms, Will shudders hard as I thrust, his fingers digging into my shoulders, drowning in the throaty way he gasps my name against my ear. I’m trembling with want, encouraging him.
“Please, I can’t last—” Will’s voice is raw, his back arching under me.
“Yeah, come for me?—”
And Will comes hot against us with a cry before long in our urgency, and I let myself come with him too as euphoria consumes us. And then we collapse together, tight in each other’s arms, digging his fingers into my biceps.
Till I eventually need to deal with the condom and we at last roll apart. The suddenness of being apart is visceral. I waste no time curling up with Will once more, this time under the covers.
We’re both still trying to catch our breath.
And Will looks overwhelmed, and I murmur to him between breaths, “Alright, gorgeous?”
“More than. It’s… well, I don’t usually let things get to this point with anyone.”
“I’m starting to gather that,” I whisper, searching his eyes. “You tell me what you want or don’t want, okay? I don’t want to push you.”
“You’re not. I…”
“You’re fucking hot, you know that, right?” I tell him, catching his jaw. “All of you. Face, body, legs. Cock. Everything.”
And then he buries his face in my neck. At first, I think he laughs, with his shoulders shaking, but soon, I feel the dampness against my collarbone.
“I didn’t think I was that terrible. At least tolerable,” I tease him affectionately so he knows I’m very much joking. Which does the trick: he laughs and digs his fingers into my biceps. Then he lifts his damp face to mine. My heart catches at the sight of him. “Will…”
“I’m not used to feeling wanted quite like that. Like you do. The way you look at me. And touch me. Like I’m special. Fuck, I’m truly embarrassing myself.”
“No, you definitely aren’t embarrassing yourself. I know because I’m the actual king of embarrassing myself. And, by the way, you’re fucking amazing.”
Will smiles into my neck before shifting again. “Since the accident, I haven’t had sex with many people. It’s hard, being… vulnerable,” he confesses. “It’s not the same for me like it is for you.”
“I love that you trust me.” I trace his tears along the side of his face. And I’m curious to hear more about this accident, the first real reveal of what happened. But for now, I leave it. “I won’t let you down, I promise. Even if we decide this is a one-off.”
Will pulls me tight then. We shift till I’m on my back and he’s on his side, his leg over mine. His head rests against my shoulder and the pillows. We stay like that till we fall asleep, holding tight to each other like we might disappear into a mirage at midnight.
