Donny blinked back impending tears and replied honestly. “The world.”
Roland slid his hand across the top of the table and flipped it palm up in invitation. Donny was still trembling, and didn’t trust himself— wasn’t sure if he trusted Roland. But Roland waggled his fingers and smiled, and it was so sincere, Donny took the risk and lifted his hand from his lap and placed it inside Roland’s.
Roland curled his fingers one by one around the cold skin on Donny’s hand and squeezed it.
“So do you,” Roland said. He tugged Donny’s hand, and Donny stood reluctantly and walked around the table to Roland’s chair. He pulled him onto his lap and pressed their foreheads together. Donny chewed his lip between his teeth, but instinctively lifted his hands to slide them around Roland’s shoulders. He felt the rise and fall of Roland’s breathing under his fingers, and he closed his eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” Roland whispered. His breath smelled like coffee as it floated under Donny’s nose. Donny bit his lip harder but nodded, and Roland reached up and tugged Donny’s lip free before leaning in and pressing their mouths together.
Donny’s entire body shuddered and he parted his lips with a gasp. Roland slowly slid his tongue into Donny’s mouth, as if he knew how shaky the ground they were on truly was, and Donny licked his own tentative way into Roland’s mouth, as if approving the kiss. Roland cradled Donny’s head in his hands and slanted his mouth to deepen the kiss. Donny moaned and tightened his fingers around Roland’s shoulders, pulling their bodies closer together.
The kiss heated, and Donny followed his instinct, shifting his body so he was straddling Roland. His cock was hardening, and it poked against Roland’s stomach as they kissed. Roland groaned into his mouth and slid his hands down Donny’s body until his fingers were firmly wrapped around his waist.
Donny felt Roland’s cock jutting upward underneath him, and he moved back, and pulled it free from his briefs. Logic and common sense be damned. Donny was overwhelmed with fire when he was with Roland—this morning being no different—and it was something he had no interest in fighting. He could worry about his heart when they were done. Maybe things would be clearer after an orgasm.
Donny tugged his own briefs down and wrapped his hand round both their cocks, sliding his palm across the tips to collect their precum, then he squeezed and jerked them both. Roland gasped into his mouth and clamped his teeth down on Donny’s lip, fucking up into his hand.
Roland wrapped a hand around their cocks as well, his fingers pressing into Donny’s skin and he mimicked the movements. Their mouths never parted— not when Donny’s hold faltered, and he cried out into Roland’s mouth and came all over their hands, and not when Roland used his free hand to grip the back of Donny’s head, completely sealing their mouths together as he groaned through his own orgasm.
After they both came, Donny lowered his head to Roland’s shoulder and Roland slowly eased his hold on his head.
“Okay,” Donny conceded softly.
“Okay?” Roland sounded confused, but he stroked lazy circles up Donny’s spine anyway.
He nodded. “You can have another chance.Wecan have another chance.”
Roland slid an arm under Donny’s knees and picked him up, then walked them both into the bathroom. He placed Donny on the closed toilet lid, then turned the shower on, stripping all the way out of his soiled briefs. He pulled Donny up and kissed the top of his head, then pushed his own underwear down to the ground.
“Let’s get cleaned up, then I’ll head out.” Roland pulled the shower curtain back for Donny who stepped inside then turned to look at him.
“Where would you go?”
Roland stepped in behind him and adjusted the shower head so it wasn’t in his face.
“Home.”
Donny’s shoulders tensed, surprised with that answer. Roland slicked his wet hands through Donny’s hair and leaned down to kiss his shoulder.
“Home,” he repeated. “I don’t have my pills, and I need to feed Elliot.”
Donny closed his eyes as Roland squirted shampoo into his hand and massaged his scalp.
“Who is Elliot?” he murmured.
“My cat.”
Donny turned sharply and looked up at Roland. “You got a cat?”
Roland nodded. “I missed Pete.” He turned Donny back around and tipped his head to rinse the shampoo out. Donny closed his eyes until Roland was done.
“Can I see you tomorrow then? Maybe lunch?” Donny asked. “Can I meet Elliot?”
“Hmn, not lunch. But yes, and yes.”
“Why not lunch?”
“I have an appointment with my therapist at eleven-thirty.”
