his mouth. Ian ran his tongue up the shaft and licked the
perfectly shaped head, tasting the precum which leaked
from the slit.
Ian was rewarded with the sounds of Bily’s
moans as he caressed the hair on the back of Ian’s
head. Ian slowly ran his lips up and down the length of
Bily’s cock and felt it sweling with each stroke. Ian
alowed Bily’s cock to slip out of his mouth as he
whispered, “Are you okay?”
“Perfect,” Bily responded. “You feel so good.
Can’t hold on much longer.”
“Go for it,” Ian said.
Bily paused. “I’d like us to come together, if
that’s okay? I want to jerk you off while I’m kissing you
and looking into your eyes.”
“Oh yeah,” Ian replied. He eased up to join Bily
and reached over to open the drawer to his bedside
table. Retrieving a bottle of lube, he flipped open the
top and squeezed a dime-sized amount into both their
hands.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Ian asked again.
Bily only nodded, but Ian got the message.
They were glistening with sweat, and the air
seemed charged with electricity. Bily knew he was
going to come at any moment and slowly moved his
hand up and down Ian’s rock-hard cock. His mouth
covered Ian’s with long, deep, passionate kisses, but
never once did he break the gaze into Ian’s green eyes.
In that moment, looking into Ian’s eyes was like seeing
everything: the sun, the stars, the universe, past the
universe.
Bily broke the kiss for just long enough to say,
“God, Ian.” He came in a great rushing wave; it moved
through him pulse after pulse, forcing his load into Ian’s
hand.
Stil trying to catch his breath, Bily laid his head
on Ian’s shoulder and licked the sweet sweat that had
accumulated there. He began to move his hand faster
and faster, and when he lifted his head to look at Ian,
Ian’s head was back with eyes shut and mouth open.
Gorgeous, Bily thought. He leaned forward to
suck on Ian’s neck and moaned softly. Then Ian tilted
his head down and kissed Bily. Ian’s tongue pushed
into his mouth, and when it slid over Bily’s tongue,
Ian’s dick pulsed in his grasp, and Ian moaned into
Bily’s mouth. His come was warm on Bily’s hand, and
Ian was panting heavily when he puled out of the kiss.
They lay there against each other for several
minutes, not sure of what to say, not even sure if any
words were adequate to express what they were
feeling. The room was dark except for the embers from
what was left of the fire and the candles as the flames
danced on the ceiling. The air smeled of sex, lingering
around them like a fog, and the silence between them
was somehow comforting.
Bily finaly broke the silence. “You’re realy
something.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“How’s your ankle?”
“What ankle?” Ian replied with a grin.
“Let me take a look,” Bily said. He reached over
to the bedside table and turned on the lamp and was
shocked at the size of Ian’s ankle. It had swolen to the
point where it looked like Ian’s skin would pop at any
minute.
“Damn,” Bily said. “This doesn’t look good at al.
Stay put.” Bily leaped out of the bed, stopping for a
moment to stoke the fire before he headed for the
bathroom.
When Bily found the bathroom light switch and
flipped it on, bright lights flooded the room, and he
immediately shut his eyes against the intrusion. After a
second he slowly opened them and they gradualy
adjusted.
He stood in the middle of the large bathroom,
staring at an oblong sunken whirlpool tub in the center
of the room. Beyond the tub was yet another massive
stone fireplace. On either side of the fireplace were
floor to ceiling paladium windows with frosted glass
panes, framed by heavy gold velvet draperies drawn
back with black rope tiebacks. He quickly scanned the
room. To the right was a long mahogany vanity with
double sinks and a closed door that, he assumed, led to
the toilet. To his left, running the width of the room, was
a large glass-enclosed natural stone shower, with dual
shower heads on either end and a large rain
showerhead in the center. Bily grabbed a washcloth
from the towel rack near the shower and approached
one of the sinks. He turned on the hot water and waited
for it to heat up.
Ian heard water running, and in a couple of
minutes, Bily appeared beside him with a hot
washcloth. Ian felt a warm, wet sensation touching his
thigh and eventualy his hand as Bily wiped away the
thin layer of sticky come.
“Thanks,” Ian said.
“My pleasure,” replied Bily.
Bily puled the comforter up over Ian, and in a
flash he was gone again. Ian heard him bouncing down
the stairs and, within minutes, climbing them again. This
time he had a fresh icepack in one hand and a bowl of
ice in the other. He puled down the comforter, paused
to look at Ian’s naked body, and positioned the
icepack again on Ian’s ankle.
“If I remember correctly,” Bily said, “at this stage
of a sprain, we should be alternating hot and cold
compresses.”
Ian just looked at Bily in amazement.
In the blink of an eye, Bily was in the bathroom
again. Ian once again heard water running, this time with
a heavier flow, and instantly knew that Bily was
drawing him a hot bath.
Ian thought, Bily doesn’t know it yet, but I won’t
be alone in that bathtub.
Bily turned the water on in the bathtub and
adjusted the temperature. He grabbed a large bath
towel from the rack near the shower and placed it
alongside the sunken tub. Noticing that the fireplace had
permanent logs which he assumed were gas logs, he
looked for a way to turn them on. At the base of the
fireplace, built into the hearth, was an on-off switch. He
flipped the switch into the “on” position, and with a
whoosh, blue flames shot out from beneath the logs.
Near the bathtub faucet was a footed silver tray holding
a grouping of glass bottles and jars, an assortment of
candles, and a book of matches. Bily knelt down next
to the tray and read the labels, seeing that the bottles
contained bath salts and oils, which he knew would
make for a nice bath. He chose a bottle of bubble bath
and poured an ample amount into the quickly filing tub,
and immediately, bubbles started to appear. He lit a
couple of candles, stood, took a quick look at his
handiwork, and as he was exiting the bathroom,
adjusted the lights for the perfect ambience.
Ian had propped himself up on a couple of
pilows exactly where Bily had left him, shivering a little
from the icepack, but he seemed to be relaxed and in
pretty good condition, considering. Bily puled the
comforter down, gently removed the icepack, and for
the fourth time in one day, scooped Ian up and carried
him into the bathroom.
“Bily?” Ian said as they entered the bathroom.
“Yes, Ian?”
“I need to pee.”
“Okay.” Bily changed direction and walked
toward the toilet. “I’l stand you up at the toilet, but no
weight on that foot, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” Ian replied.
Bily balanced Ian on one foot while he took care
of business. When Ian was through, he shifted his
weight over to Bily, who helped him over to sit at the
side of the sunken tub, letting his legs hang over into the
welcoming, hot bubble bath. Bily got into the tub and
then helped Ian step in and lower himself to a sitting
position. Bily stood to get out of the tub, and Ian
grabbed his hand.
“Not so fast,” Ian said. “Sit.”
“Nope, I don’t want to chance hitting your ankle.
You need to be stil, and if I get in this tub with you, al
bets are off,” Bily replied.
“Sit,” Ian said again. “Please.”
The look in Ian’s eyes told Bily he realy had no
choice. Besides, he wanted to be as close to Ian as he
could be. He eased back down into the water across
from Ian and placed Ian’s foot in his lap to secure it. Ian
simply smiled in victory and leaned, looking at Bily.
Ian relaxed in the warm water. The security of his
ankle in Bily’s lap and Bily’s legs on each side of him
made him feel oddly content.
How can this man, a
man I’ve known for such a short time, make me feel
this way?
He unconsciously reached for Bily’s right leg,
placed his right hand under the heel of Bily’s foot, and
with his left hand, began to massage his calf. Ian
worked his way up and down Bily’s leg, massaging
intently. He continued his way down over his ankle and.
with his thumbs. began to massage the bal of Bily’s
foot. Ian watched as Bily closed his eyes, laid his head
back, and relaxed into the pleasure.
As Ian gently rubbed Bily’s foot, he, too, relaxed
and closed his eyes. His mind instantly went to this man,
this sweet, sensitive man across from him. Bily had
been so attentive to his every need. He’d taken care of
him al day and continued to do so into the night, with a
gentle and genuine touch to which Ian was not
accustomed.
Ian tried to get lost in the moment, to simply enjoy
what was happening, but his mind wouldn’t alow it.
The same thought came rushing back to him over and
over again.
Can’t love and can’t trust.
He had long ago decided that he could never
totaly give his heart to another man, never totaly trust
anyone again. The risk of loving, trusting, and possibly
losing was far too great. The stakes were too high, and
his heart, even after so much time had passed, was stil
too sensitive to chance it.
Anyway, why was he thinking about this? They
had just met. But for some reason this man had affected
him, touched him in a way that made him think about
things differently. It was way too soon to tel, but if Ian
were honest with himself, for the first time since Todd,
he felt optimistic about the future. Very scared, but
optimistic. Would he be able to make the leap?
Bily opened his eyes. He had dozed off and
didn’t know how long they had been in the tub, but
from the look of his fingers, it had been a while. Ian was
resting his head against the back of the tub with his eyes
closed. He couldn’t resist the urge to lightly pass his
hand over Ian’s ankle. Ian lazily opened his eyes, and
Bily, already wishing he hadn’t given into the impulse,
said, “I’m so sorry, Ian, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t,” Ian said. “I wasn’t sleeping, just
enjoying the moment, and besides, it actualy felt good.”
Looking at his hands and Ian’s toes, Bily said,
“We’re pretty shriveled. We better start thinking about
getting you out of here and get that ice back on your
ankle.”
“You’re the boss,” Ian said.
Bily gently moved Ian’s ankle from his lap and
stood. He took the towel he had placed by the tub and
dried his arms, back and chest, and then helped Ian to
his feet, never alowing any weight to be applied to his
ankle. With the same towel, Bily dried the top half of
Ian’s body, then stepped out of the tub. He finished
drying himself as Ian sat on the side of the tub once
again. Bily helped him stand and used the second towel
from the rack to dry Ian’s butt, crotch, legs, left foot,
and finaly, with great care, Ian’s bad ankle and foot.
Ian knew what was coming next and was totaly
prepared when Bily again lifted him with great ease and
walked back to the bedroom. He gently placed Ian on
the bed, propped up his head and back with the extra
pilows, and covered him with the comforter. After he
emptied the melted icepack in the bathroom sink and
refiled it with the extra ice he had brought up earlier,
Bily returned to Ian, puled the covers back, and softly
applied the last icepack of the night to the tender ankle.
He puled the covers back, kissed Ian on the lips, and
said, “Wel, this should hold you for a few hours. I’l be
right back.”
Thankful for the dimly lit room, Ian smiled at Bily
as he did the best he could to hold back the tear that
slid down his cheek. He silently watched as Bily
returned to the bathroom. Bily flipped the lever to