Page 55 of Bassist With Benefits
“You just wanted to get me all riled up and make me beg. I’ll beg. I have no shame. Please. Jerk me off. Jerk my cock.” Jeremy gave Alan a pathetic frown and pleading eyes. “Look at this thing.”
Alan slowly shook his head, but the smile was still on his lips. “You can barely walk, Jeremy.”
“I walked down the hall and back.”
“Yeah. With me practically carrying you.”
Jeremy leaned on his good arm. The other was useless above the elbow, thanks to the bullet hole in his torso. He slid down on the bed and pulled at the sheet. “I’m going to lie perfectly still. All I want you to do is kiss me.”
“Kiss you? That’s it?”
Jeremy closed his eyes. “Yes. Kiss me. Just kiss me.” He waited, his pulse steadily quickening while he longed for his lover. He felt Alan’s breath hover over his mouth for a second, but Alan was hesitant because they both knew what the kiss would lead to. Soft, gentle lips brushed Jeremy’s and bore down ever so slightly. When Alan tried to pull back, Jeremy grabbed the sleeve of Alan’s shirt and held him close. There was a slight tug in Jeremy’s side, even though he was using the arm on the opposite side of his wound, but he pushed through the pain. There was no better elixir, no cure as magical as Alan’s kiss. Hungry and greedy, he pushed his tongue between Alan’s lips, and a small whimper left his throat. Never had he wanted Alan more. The man he had loved since he was a teenager, the best friend that he couldn’t live without, the man who completed every facet of his life, loved him back. He felt like a fever dream had him caught in a blissful spell. His head was spinning. His world was spiraling with happiness. And nothing felt as euphoric.
Jeremy’s body responded to the touch of his lover’s lips. The tender kiss already had his cock so fucking hard that he thought it would snap off. The small exertion of hanging onto Alan’s shirt left his arm weak, so he dropped it to the bed. “I love you so much,” he whispered against Alan’s lips. “For so long.” He would have gladly taken a bullet years ago if it meant that Alan would reciprocate his love.
“Lie still,” Alan whispered, while his hand made a descent under the sheet.
Jeremy couldn’t move if he wanted to. Filled with joy and happiness, it took all of his strength to keep his emotions in check.
Skipping Jeremy’s bandaged torso, Alan’s hand settled on Jeremy’s thigh. It sent a tingle down the length of Jeremy’s body. His cock jumped, hitting the dressing gown and sending another layer of sensations through him. He was as sensitive as a teen about to lose his virginity. Alan lifted the flimsy hospital gown and his meaty hand gently wrapped around Jeremy’s shaft, pausing when Jeremy took in a gust of breath.
The soft stroke of Alan’s hand sliding up and down Jeremy’s cock filled him with an emotional high. With his arms straight by his side, Jeremy bunched the sheet between his fingers. All he could think about, besides the rush of sensations that coursed through his body, was that Alan loved him. He silently repeated it to himself, otherwise he wouldn’t believe it. “Tell me again.”
“Tell you what?”
“That you love me.”
Alan smiled against Jeremy’s neck and brought his mouth close to Jeremy’s ear. “I love you, Jeremy Kagan. I think I’ve always loved you. I just didn’t know it until you touched me. You set me free that night. Opened my eyes. Brought me to life.”
Jeremy’s eyes watered at the heartfelt words. His emotions were colliding and rolling. He wanted to cry and moan at the same time. He managed to pull one hand from the mattress and touched Alan’s arm. “I’m so happy that you love me.” A tear streamed down Jeremy’s cheek and a sob escaped him, just as the most intense orgasm of his life ripped through him.
Overcome with inner reflection, and still shell shocked about everything that happened, he was half crying and half moaning from ecstasy. He clenched onto the hem of Alan’s shirt and buried his face in the crook of Alan’s neck. Still coming, the orgasm held him prisoner. His lower half trembled, and he suppressed a full-body shudder. His cock retched, ejaculating every drop inside him. His balls tensed so tightly they ached. Every fiber in his body reacted. It was as if he was floating above the bed, encased in a cloud of stimulants, and he never wanted to come down.
Soft kisses covered Jeremy’s face. That’s when he realized his cheeks were stained with tears, and he found himself in a suffocating hug. “I love you, Alan,” he said in a raspy voice.
Alan squeezed him tighter, and there was a prominent waiver to Alan’s voice when he spoke. “I love you, too, Jeremy.”
Jeremy let out a quivering breath and wiped his face the best he could. The heat of embarrassment warmed his cheeks. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I’m crying. I came harder than I did in my life. And I barely broke a stitch.”
The emotion twisting Alan’s face disappeared and fear made his eyes balloon. “What? Please tell me you’re kidding.” His eyes dropped to the bandage around Jeremy’s waist.
Jeremy gave Alan a weak smile. “Of course I’m kidding.”
“Don’t do that to me.” Alan clutched his chest and let out a deep breath.
“I’m sorry. I’m just losing my fucking mind right now.”
“You’re allowed.” Alan gave Jeremy a smile that almost knocked him off the bed.
“You’re my fucking hero, Jeremy. You saved my life. Thank you.”
Heat tinged Jeremy’s cheeks. “Stop thanking me. You’d do the same thing if the situation was reversed.”
“Damn fucking right I would.” Alan looked at his sticky hand and at the mess across Jeremy’s gown. “It looks like you need a sponge bath.”
Jeremy waited while Alan went into the private bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth and a towel. He even had a clean dressing gown in his hand. “Well, hello there.” Jeremy gave Alan a provocative wiggle of his eyebrows. “You must be the hot male nurse I requested.”
“You bet your sweet ass I am.”
