Will pulled the brochure out and showed Corbin so they could plan their vacation.
“I want to see the coral and the fish,” he said, grinning as he pointed at the picture in the brochure to the all-inclusive gay resort.
Immediately, Corbin relaxed.
The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint Will if he brought up sex. Oh, he’d try, but there was no way he could pull it off.
Corbin was better, but not back.
“And look,” Will said. “There’s a moonlight dinner on the water. We can go, have dinner, and maybe take a walk on the beach.”
When Corbin’s face had some tension, Will knew why.
“I’m not trying to get into your pants, Corby. You can breathe. I wanted to look for seashells so that we can bring them home and put them in a bowl so we can remember this first vacation together. We can do all the couple-y things, and not have sex.”
He touched Will’s face, and rested his forehead against his.
“You know I still want to get back to that, right?” he asked.
Will nodded.
“Corbin, I’m not thinking about it. I was thinking about parasailing. Can we do that too?” he asked. “I’d love to see the water from above.”
Yeah, he had a good man.
That was for sure.
Oh, they could.
Softly, Will kissed him on the lips.
“I meant what I said, Corbin. Sex is nice, but being here with you to do all the fun things is just as good. I’m not going to pressure you. When you’re ready, we’ll go back there.”
He needed to know.
“And if I’m not ready ever again?” he asked, worried about the worst-case scenario.
Will stared into his blue eyes. In them, he saw their future together as a couple.
But…
He also saw his worry.
“Then, you’re not ready. What happened to you is devastating. Losing you would have been a nightmare for me. If I need to cum, I have a hand, Babe. I can service my own needs for sex, and then enjoy all the fun we can have as a couple.”
Corbin hoped that was the case. Only, that sounded like being single. For him, in his head, he wasn’t willing to question it because it might mean losing Will, and then, he’d have absolutely nothing.
What wouldn’t he give to have his libido back?
He couldn’t even muster the thoughts to want to touch his own dick.
PERIOD.
When he took a piss, that was as far as he could go. Because of what happened, he was still in pieces.
He just didn’t want to lose Will.
What he’d learned over the last four weeks was that the man was holding him together. His compassion was overwhelming, and he needed him to get through this.
