Page 58 of Help Me Remember

He stopped, turning toward me, and in a flash of understanding, I saw he wasn’t wearing any underwear. The barest amount of blond hair poked out from his jeans as he frowned at me. “Right, almost forgot, stay put.”

“Uh, right,” I said, itching to reach out and open the rest of his zipper so the pants would fall.

“Might as well undress while you’re waiting,” he said with a smirk as he stepped away from me. I watched as he tugged at his pants to open them further before walking away. The lighting might not have been great, but it was good enough to see his jeans slip down and reveal the top of his ass.

Mouth dry, I worked at first getting my shirt off, which proved to be a task. I wasn’t nearly as stiff and rigid as I had been the first night at his apartment, but my injured side didn’t appreciate me stretching to remove the shirt. Most of the work had to be done with one hand, and I tossed the shirt aside. I had just started undoing my jeans when Eric reappeared, having completely shed all his clothing.

“Jesus,” I muttered as I looked him over. His shoulders were nearly as broad as mine, but his body tapered far more than mine as it approached his waist. There was the faintest hint of definition on his chest and stomach and only the barest wisps of blond hair in a thin line leading down from his navel. His cock dangled before him as he approached me, and I wondered how to get him to turn around.

“Hold still there, muscle man,” he said. It was meant as a joke, but I felt myself begin to harden at the hint of heat in his voice. He stepped forward with a plastic bag and what looked like duct tape and quickly began to cover my bandages. “Sorry, but I don’t have a whole lot of bandages left right now, and with the way things have gone lately, I wasn’t sure if we’d get a chance to get more. So I’m going to seal this up. Thank God you’re not hairy…well, for your sake anyway.”

I said nothing as he got to work sealing the bag around the wound, inspecting it carefully before setting the roll of tape aside. The look in his eyes was the same one he’d had whenever he examined my wounds or went into medic mode, as I was coming to think of it. That look quickly changed when I reached to slide a hand over his hip and around to cup his ass.

Eric leaned over, pulling open the shower door and fiddling with the dials, the whole time with my hand on his ass. Once he had water flowing, he settled himself in front of me again, reaching down and unzipping my pants. He had to hook his fingers into them, shoving them down so they dropped to the ground. His eyes never left mine as he traced the outline of my growing cock, letting out a low whistle that I took to be appreciation.

I let him remove my underwear until they were low enough to kick off. Eric’s eyes swept over my body with a hunger I shared in my gut, and I gently pulled him into the shower. Warm water spread over me, and I pulled him under the spray, letting it coat us as I kissed him, bringing our bodies closer.

We took our time exploring one another’s bodies under the pretext of washing. I found myself eager to run my hands down his back, over the curve of his ass, and back up again. He seemed positively thrilled to squeeze my uninjured side, run his fingers through the dark hair on my chest, and up along my neck to my jaw.

At some point, long after we gave up the pretense of trying to bathe, he reached down and wrapped his fingers around my cock. I bent my head to groan into his neck as I felt his fingers slide against my shaft. He was patient but intent as he wrapped his other arm around my waist to hold me tight as he stroked me, kissing my chest as he worked.

“Eric,” I breathed into his neck, nipping at it. Pleasure and anticipation were building inside me, and I thought I might explode unless something happened soon.

“I want you inside me,” he said softly.

I blinked. “What? But we don’t—”

“Oh, I do,” he said with a chuckle. “When I stopped to get what few bandages I could find along with the food, I also grabbed, uh, stuff we’d need. Call it intuition, but I had this feeling that somehow we’d find ourselves here.”

“You really did think of everything,” I said softly.

“So, is that okay with you?”

“Well, I’m not sure what good I’ll be with this hip not liking if I move it too much at the moment.”

Eric chuckled, kissing me. “There’s more than one way to skin a cat or to have sex with someone. C’mon.”

I spared a thought in amusement at how in control he was now, the way he was whenever an emergency happened. True, I could take the reins when danger threatened, and we needed to get out, but Eric wasn’t shy or hesitant when push came to shove. It was a little embarrassing to realize I’d treated him with kid gloves when clearly he was far more capable and tougher than I’d been willing to give him credit for.

Back in the bedroom, with only moonlight to see by, he brought me back to the bed and made me lay down. I snorted at the soft command but did as I was told, suspecting I knew what was coming.

Once I was comfortable on the bed, he appeared with a condom in gold foil and a small bottle of lube. Eric kept eye contact with me as he opened the wrapper and spread a little lube over my thick length. The condom slid on easily, and I realized it fit perfectly, just the right amount of snug without squeezing.

“Someone was paying attention in the police station,” I said as he tossed the foil wrapper aside casually.

“Didn’t take much attention to know your average condom wasn’t going to work,” he chuckled, eyeing my dick.

A shiver ran through me when I realized the preparation on my end was all but finished. Eric inched forward, careful to make sure his leg didn’t push against my injury as he positioned himself above me. I licked my lips in anticipation, gaze switching between what he was doing and his face.

“Hope you’re the patient sort,” he said, and I grunted when I felt his hand wrap around the base of my cock, “because it’s been a little while since I’ve done this.”

“I’m in no rush,” I mumbled.

As he steadied himself, I reached up and took hold of his thighs, both to feel the strength of his legs and to cover the shake of my fingers. When I felt the head of my dick connect with him, I looked up to meet his eyes. I could feel the straining of his legs as he allowed himself to press downward, trying to coax me inside him.

Just when I was prepared to talk him into doing more than just hasty prep work, I felt a sudden tight heat wrap around the head of my cock. Eric sucked in a sharp breath and let it out slowly. I could tell from his face he’d certainly felt the intrusion, but that didn’t stop him from lowering himself a little further before stopping.

“Fuck,” I said, feeling the intense heat of his insides despite the insulating layer of latex between our bodies.

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