“Saying good-bye?” Drew asked, and Ash peered up at Drew from his position on the floor.
He wet his finger and played around Drew’s puckered opening, smiling at the shiver rippling through Drew and how he slid forward to push himself onto Ash’s hand. The tight heat clutching at his finger when he sank inside gave him a hard-on, but tonight it was all about Drew. He pumped his finger in and out, watching lust take control of his husband.
“Baby, I love you no matter what.” He pulled out his finger and swirled his tongue over Drew’s hole, teasing at the sensitive rim while Drew shook and sighed above him. His tongue pushed in and withdrew, making love to the nerve-rich circle; then he placed his lips over the opening and sucked.
“Ahh, Ash, Ash.” Drew grabbed his cock and began to jerk off, watching Ash with dark, hungry intensity. “Please.”
After stripping off the rest of his clothes, Ash grabbed a little bottle of lube from the side table by the couch and poured a generous amount on his engorged cock. He fisted it a few times, closing his eyes and concentrating on not blowing his load the minute he entered Drew.
“Ready?” He sat on the sofa and Drew straddled his hips. “I love watching you come apart on top of me.” He teased the rim of Drew’s slackened hole with the head of his cock and then breached the opening. He pushed past the muscled ring, and Drew moaned as he sank down on his cock.
Drew bottomed out, the smooth globes of his ass resting on Ash’s thighs. He leaned forward, clutching Ash’s shoulders, his eyes bright with desire, mouth open. Ash slid his hands into Drew’s silky curls and pulled him close, locking their lips together. Drew rode him, his slim body rising and falling on Ash’s rigid cock. That hot, velvety smooth passage gripped him, and Ash matched his thrusts to Drew’s slide, driving in deep.
He gripped Drew’s cock with one hand, his thumb playing over the wet, sticky head while he rubbed up and down. He’d never gone bare before Drew, and that made their skin-to-skin connection even more intimate. Drew’s naked flesh grew slippery with sweat, and Ash lost himself in the pale blur of his husband as he moved faster above him. He tweaked Drew’s nipples and Drew convulsed, spilling hot streams between his fingers that dripped onto Ash’s stomach. Drew tightened around him, and that was enough to drive Ash over the edge. He dug his fingers into Drew’s hips and thrust up, once, twice, three times, until he exploded, his heart thundering in his ears.
They lay together until their frenzied heartbeats returned to a normal rhythm. Drew lay on top of him and wriggled. “Ouch. You can let go of me now.”
Ash blinked and loosened his hold on Drew’s hips. “Damn. Sorry, baby. I hope you don’t get bruises.” He smoothed his hands down the expanse of Drew’s strong back.
Drew murmured. “I don’t mind. I like them. They make me feel even more like I’m yours.” Gingerly, he moved and Ash slipped out of him. “I need to go to the bathroom and clean up.”
Ash held out his hand. “Let me help.”
For as much as Drew would allow, Ash was intent on being by Drew’s side and doing whatever he could to ease his fears these next few days.
Chapter Six
Drew liked RabbiFine’s kind eyes and found him easy to talk to. They discovered they had some mutual acquaintances, and Drew had once brought in food to the clinic from the catering store the Rabbi’s husband owned.
“Tell me what brings you here. You’re not a member, are you? I know I’d have recognized you.”
“No, but of course I’m happy to make a donation.” His cheeks grew warm and he cursed his propensity to blush.
Fortunately, Rabbi Fine—“Jonah, please. Otherwise I feel like I’m my father”—wasn’t interested in getting him to join. He was, as he said, simply there for Drew. An ear to listen.
And Drew let go and voiced his fears. “What if I become impotent? Ash says he doesn’t care, but he’s got a very healthy sexual appetite. I’m afraid I’m not going to be one of those considerate spouses and give him the freedom to have an affair. Plus I know the chemo will make me too sick to think about sex.” The prospect of being alone, of losing Ash, terrified him and once again he was that young boy, afraid and lonely.
“But you don’t know what the exact diagnosis is yet, do you?” Jonah shifted his chair closer to take Drew’s hand and give it a comforting squeeze. “I know our minds always go to the worst outcome, but I’m going to be the optimist here. What’s the best result of all the tests?”
“Surgery and no follow-up treatment other than checkups every three to six months.”
“Is that a possibility?”
“Yes. I don’t know why I’d rather think negatively than be positive. But knowing that I have cancer inside me, I naturally think it can’t go that easily.”
“I don’t blame you. But let’s try and be more confident. Your doctor hasn’t given you any indication he thinks it’s spread, right?”
“No.”
“So, what’s really going on, Drew?”
“I’m worried about my grandmother. She’s going to be ninety-five, and we’re throwing her a big party.”
“Mazel tov. That’s quite an accomplishment for her. You’re obviously close.”
“Very. She raised my sister and me after our parents died. And I can’t tell her any of this because I know how fragile she is. I’m just so scared. Ash thinks I should tell her because families shouldn’t keep secrets.”
Jonah stroked his short beard. “It’s definitely a conundrum. But my advice is, I think you should wait until you have a more definitive prognosis. I’m sure your grandmother will understand. Your main concern right now should be your appointment with the urologist and getting that definitive diagnosis and treatment. Then you’ll be in a better position to speak.”
