Danny knew how to do that, with little effort. Yes, this impromptu blowjob was exciting and fun and felt amazing after a long work night, but what did it for me was the fact he cared enough to know I was exhausted and needed a little pick-me-up. It was over quicker than I’d wanted, but that proved how totally into him I was if I couldn’t last longer than a few seconds.
He crawled back up my body with a self-satisfied laugh and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. He settled next to me, resting his cheek against his fist. I made a move to reach for his cock, but he caught my wandering hand and laced our fingers together.
“I never said thank you,” he whispered, his gaze brushing across my face like a loving touch. “For dropping everything to be here with me and helping me through the most difficult things I’ve ever had to endure.”
“And you won’t have to. I’d doanythingfor you, Danny.”
He nodded, his fingers playing with mine. There was something on his mind and he started talking before I could ask. “I’ve realized something that was quite obvious, but I suppose I didn’t want to accept it.”
“What’s that?” I inquired, bringing his hand to my lips, and kissing the pads of his fingers.
He offered me a rueful smile. “I lost something important and irreplaceable. I thought myself to be a realist, but I’ve discovered I am an idealist. I believed the world to be this big, amazing place full of wondrous things and beautiful experiences, but I was shown the darkness that hides in cracks of wishful thinking by the ones that assaulted me. I lost my innocence to them.”
He was in tears, the little beads of moisture pooling in the corner of his eyes and reflecting the light in the closet. My heart hurt with every beat, and I pulled him into me, clawing at him, desperate to keep him close and terrified he’d disappear.
“You didn’t lose it, Danny. It was stolen from you.”
“You’re so smart,” he said through his tears and sniffled into my neck.
We talked until the early hours of the morning, until the birds started to sing, and his mom got up to go to work, and every other word was a yawn. It was such a simple thing to do, reminiscing about our friendship and our teenage years, while holding each other. But that was what made this so amazing. We were friendsfirst.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Danny
I loved my mother a bunch, but I wished she would leave instead of fussing over me.
“Okay, well, I better get going before I’m late,” she said, looking at me sitting by the kitchen table as if she were considering calling in sick.
The last headache that hit me had been particularly bad, and I suspected induced by the stress of accepting my stolen innocence, but I was glad it had abated in the evening. The shadow of that memory, of the pain and the general feeling I might be dying, was a dull thump underneath my scar, that was manageable.
“Yes, you should. I’m good, Mom. Promise. Jere takes excellent care of me.”
All she needed was a little reassurance and the opportunity to kiss my cheek for the tenth time, and she was out the door. I listened to the engine of her car come on and the squeak of the brakes as she pulled it out of the driveway. I did a few mental math calculations to pass the time and when I was sure she was gone, I smiled the biggest Grinch-grin of my life. Jere and I finally had somealonetime.
I got to my feet gingerly and gave my brain a moment to orient itself. When I was ready, I used the clinic-issued cane to help steady myself at the base of the staircase. I counted the steps, stared up at the incline of Mount Staircase, and decided I didn’t want to attempt them just yet. Not by myself, anyway. Stairs were an issue for me. On two feet, I could balance okay, but on one foot, my brain freaked out and forgot how to balance.
I yelled, “She’s gone.”
“Aight’,” Jere called back.
He appeared a moment later in nothing but his boxer briefs and an expression that shared my enthusiasm for the day’s activities. He barreled down the stairs like a kid on Christmas morning, his eyes shining with excitement. His hair was an adorable cowlick that made me want to push my fingers into his soft locks and tame the tangle.
We’d carefully planned this day. He’d lined up a day off on the same day both my mother and Ronnie would be busy at work so no one would bother us.
When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he pecked my lips then ran his fingers over my scar. “How are you feeling?”
“Horny,” I said. The blood audibly pumped through my body, flushing every corner with awareness and my balls were tight as if they knew what was going on.
“I mean about your headache.” He rubbed little circles over my temple with his thumb as he’d done last night and the day before when the migraine had been at its worst.
“I went away last night. I’m not letting anything ruin this day,” I said adamantly.
A smile tugged at his lips. “You’re looking forward to having my cock in your ass, huh?”
It was hard not blushing despite all the stuff we’d done so far. “I’m not wasting the time we have but I do want to take a shower before anything happens.”
“Okay. Want me to whip up some breakfast?”
