“I’m not medicating you. I just drove you here. You went to the doctor, you showed me the prescription, you got in the car with me to come here, and now it’s your turn.” He pointed toward the pharmacist who was gesturing for him to step forward. Roland glared at Donny and then exhaled dramatically before approaching the counter.
Donny rolled his eyes at the back of Roland’s head and made his way down the aisle with the condoms, tossing a box inside his basket. He was running his finger over the fronts of the lube bottles when Roland walked up behind him and squeezed his waist. He jumped and spun around, slamming into Roland’s chest.
“You scared the shit out of me. What was that?” Donny steadied himself with a hand on Roland’s chest.
“What was what?”
“I don’t think you’ve ever touched me first.” Donny chuckled a bit, then bit his lip and quieted. The reality of his comment was heavier on his shoulders than he would have liked.
“I just saw you over here with the lube, and it got my mind working.”
“You’re a giant slut, aren’t you, Roland? Just a giant cock slut, dying to be let out of your little self-imposed prison, aren’t you?” Donny had started off joking, but Roland closed his eyes and let out a breath when he called him a cock slut, and he was pretty sure Roland was really into it. “Oh, you are. I saw the way your body trembled just now.” Donny reached down discreetly and palmed Roland’s cock through his pants. It moved under his touch, hardening and lengthening with every pass of his hand. “Roland, do you like when my cock is in your ass?”
Roland’s cock jumped and Donny let out a low laugh.
“You’re an ass,” Roland muttered, stepping backward.
Donny reached his fingers forward for one last touch before Roland shoved his hand down his pants and re-adjusted himself. Donny smiled and licked his lips, securing his hand back around the handle of the basket he carried.
“Let’s get you some food,” Donny said, spinning on his heel and walking off toward the refrigerated section.
Roland caught up to him in front of the lunch meat. Donny had his hands around a package of honey roasted turkey, his favorite. But he dropped it back onto the hook. They weren’t shopping for him. Today was for Roland.
“What’s your favorite kind of sandwich?” Donny asked.
“Roast beef and cheddar.”
“Good choice.” Donny held the basket toward Roland, who dumped a package of roast beef and one of cheddar cheese on top of the condoms Donny had collected earlier. Donny was dropping the cart back to his side when Roland’s hand shot out and grabbed the honey roasted turkey, quickly dropping it into the basket.
It was a simple thing, but it felt like Donny had been punched in the chest. But a good punch, like a tentatively happy punch. He swallowed and looked at the turkey, then up at Roland. He just blinked at Donny, with a leisurely look that Donny couldn’t read, then walked down the aisle.
Donny shook his head and followed behind, holding the basket out when Roland found something he wanted to get. So far, Donny had learned what sort of lunch meat Roland liked, what chips he preferred (sour cream and onion), if he liked pickles (he did—dill), and also that Roland had a huge sweet tooth. The basket was nearly overflowing with bags of chocolate and cookies by the time they were done. Donny was struggling to carry it, and Roland leaned down and easily snatched it away from him.
“Thanks,” Donny offered, smiling and shaking the tension from his wrist.
“Thank you,” Roland whispered, so low Donny barely heard it. He opened his mouth to reply, but Roland was off toward the pet section before Donny could formulate his thoughts.
He jogged to catch up and took his place beside Roland, facing the cat toys.
“What do you think Pete would like?” Roland asked, his face far more serious than Donny thought necessary for the task at hand.
“Pete likes any kind of attention. His brother and sister don’t like to play with him,” Donny lamented the fact that Jack and Jill were inseparable. Watching the trio of siblings interact was perplexing, since the two of them always acted like Pete didn’t even exist. Donny imagined when he was at work that Jack and Jill played and cuddled and caused trouble all day, while Pete sat alone and debated the merits of eating off his bandage.
Roland picked up a long plastic stick that had glittery fish attached to the end of it and swirled it around in the air.
“Is this too girly for him?”
Donny laughed, “He’s a cat.”
“He’s ahe.” Roland countered.
“I think he’d like it fine. He took the fish toy from Roland and shoved it on top of the basket. “And here’s the litter.” Donny grabbed a bag from the shelf.
“Food,” Roland helpfully reminded.
“Yes!” Donny exclaimed, tossing a couple cans of wet cat food into the basket. “I have a ton of dry food for them at home. I’ll bring some over for you.”
“That’s it then. Ready to go?” Roland asked, looking at everything they’d accumulated.
