Chapter Seventeen

Tyler

Tyler awoke to an empty, unfamiliar bed with sun streaming through the thin curtains and a pain engulfing most of his left almost-leg. He gasped, sitting up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. Yeah, he’d slept in his prosthesis after wearing it all day and now he was paying the price. “Fuck.” He gritted his teeth, hunched over against the pain.

“Hey. Are you okay?” Holden came walking into the room wearing a towel around his hips with his hair wet, his lovely lean body doing all kinds of things to Tyler.

“Yeah.”

“You don’t look okay. You’re white.”

“I have to go.”

“You’re not going anywhere, Mister. Do you need to take it off?”

Tyler clenched his jaw and rocked as though that would help.

“You shouldn’t have slept in it, should you? Please don’t tell me you kept it on because…” Holden trailed off. His face was pinched and unhappy. He bent down, hands on Tyler’s knees. “Take it off. I’ll run you a bath. Let me help you.”

Tyler’s breathing was coming more quickly. He felt humiliation and mortification. Where was the strong man who had carried Holden to bed last night and made him come his brains out? “I don’t need fucking mothering.” He pushed Holden back and stood, swaying on his feet.

“You are one stubborn bastard.” Holden blocked his way. “I hate to see you like this.”

“Hey.” Tyler grabbed him by the shoulder. “You want me to take it off so I can see the look in your eyes when you realized what you slept with last night?”

Holden’s dark eyes were hurt and liquid. “I know who I slept with and I’m sorry if you’ve ever thought that I…”

“What? That looking at my stump makes you sick?”

Holden shook his head. “Don’t. Please, sit down. Let me help you take it off.”

“I can’t,” Tyler said, but he slumped down anyway because he felt that he couldn’t hold his weight anymore.

Holden’s hands moved over the cup of the prosthesis. “Show me what to do.” He fiddled with the lock. “Like this?” And to Tyler’s surprise, he clicked it open easily and was sliding it off before Tyler could even stop him. Holden’s gaze took in the stump sock, the liner with the pin protruding. Then his hands were gently rolling the sock down and Tyler watched with his breath caught with something that felt a whole lot like shame.

Holden left the sock on the bed. Then he eased down the silicone liner, taking his time, never less than gentle. By which time Tyler was nearly crying. Holden slipped the liner free. He stood, cupping the stump with both hands. “Lie down.”

Tyler obeyed, twisting his body and settling his head on the pillow. Holden grabbed a cushion from the floor. He slid it under the stump, then he bent over Tyler, a hand stroking his disheveled hair back from his forehead. “I’m going to run a bath, then I’m going to help you get into it. If you need anything else, if you need me to call a doctor, please tell me. I’ll drive into town right now and come back with a doctor if you want me to. Or I’ll call an ambulance.”

Tyler said nothing. The pain had eased from unbearable to just below agony. He practiced his breathing technique while Holden was gone, with his eyes closed, willing his broken body away.

“Come on.” He hadn’t heard Holden approach. He wrapped an arm around Tyler’s shoulders. “Sit up.” He’d pulled on a robe. Once he’d got Tyler onto the edge of the bed, he stood on his left side, an arm around his back. “Put your arm around me and lean.”

Tyler hopped onto his right foot. He got his balance and held onto Holden, trying not to place all his weight upon him. Slowly, they navigated their way into the bathroom. Tyler let Holden strip him of his underwear. Then he sat on the edge of the bath and swung his good foot into it, dragging himself into the water with Holden supporting his stump.

The water was warm, but not too hot, immediately comforting. Tyler sank back. “I put some bath oil in,” Holden said, “for muscle aches and pains. I hope it’ll help.”

“Thanks.” The scents of rosemary and eucalyptus rose from the bath. Tyler closed his eyes.

“Can I bring you a drink?”

“Water, please.”

“Sure. Coming up.” Holden’s footsteps retreated from the bathroom.

Tyler breathed deep and slow. He let the calming scents bring him down from high anxiety and soothe his mind, while the warm water cradled his aching body. While the pain didn’t go, he felt better now the prosthesis was gone. After a couple of minutes, he opened his eyes to see Holden standing over him with a glass of water and two white pills. “Tylenol.”

“Thanks.” Tyler sat up, swallowed the pills and drank the water.

Holden knelt by the bath. “You’ve got some color back. I thought you were going to pass out.”

“Not exactly the romantic morning-after, is it?” Tyler asked.

Holden shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. My morning-afters consist of waking up lying in the wet patch.”

Tyler grimaced.

“I was going to make you breakfast though. As a romantic gesture.”

Tyler managed a smile. Holden reached out, stroking the curve of his stubbled jaw. “You’re just as beautiful in the morning,” he said.

“Even with half a leg?”

“Especially with half a leg.”

Tyler lowered his gaze.

“You don’t believe me.”

Tyler said nothing.

“Maybe you’d like to check out the erection I have from looking at you naked in the bath.”

Tyler’s cock gave a little jump. He gave Holden another weak smile. Holden put his hand in the water and squeezed Tyler’s fingers. “Last night was great, and it was different,” he said in a murmur. “I woke up with the man who’d made love to me and he hadn’t hurt me, or used me. He was still there in my bed and it felt great.”

Tyler swallowed. “Apart from this.”

Holden heaved a sigh. “I don’t care.”

“It’s not the impression I got when you first saw me with my leg off that day in the café.”

“Come on.” Holden’s voice was soft. “It was just a shock. I haven’t known many people with amputations before. Please believe me when I say it’s nothing.”

Tyler regarded him. “Prove it.”

“What?”

“Take a bar of soap and wash me all over. Including my stump.”

Holden gave a slow smile. “That’ll only lead one way, Mister, you know that, right?”

“I should hope so,” Tyler replied smartly.

Holden reached for a bar of soap on the edge of the bath. “Sit forward.”

Tyler did as he was told. Holden lathered up the soap and washed his back and neck with slow strokes of his hand. Then he made his way down each arm and under them before spreading soapy fingers over his chest. Tyler settled back in the water and let Holden smooth his hand over his belly before he dipped below the water, using two hands on each thigh to wash. He slid down Tyler’s right leg, washing back and front, soaping his foot. Then he started on Tyler’s left knee, sliding down as far as he could. He stood, lifted Tyler’s stump free of the water and bent, washing and massaging with gentle hands, running his fingers over the edge of the knitted skin. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

“You’re not.” Tyler watched his face for any signs of revulsion. He saw only focus and concern and he felt the tension in his belly slide away into warmth.

Holden smiled at him. He lowered Tyler’s leg back to the water and massaged it beneath the surface. Tyler closed his eyes and let Holden’s hands take him away.

“Is that okay?”

“Yes.” Holden’s hands felt so good. They were so tender, so gentle, and yet they used the right amount of pressure to knead his trauma and pain away. Holden kept up the steady pace. He seemed in no rush to stop. In fact, he was at it so long, Tyler opened his eyes to look at him. Holden’s gaze was on the stump. He had a serious expression of concentration on his face that relaxed when he saw Tyler looking.

“Okay?”

“Yes.” Since his injury, he had never imagined anyone wanting to do this to him. He had never expected anyone would ever want to touch the remaining part of his leg.

Holden bit his lip before he spoke. “It’s beautiful. Like you.”

Tyler felt sudden tears dew his eyes and cursed himself. He averted his gaze and watched Holden’s hands move up over his thigh, stroking, one sliding as far as his hip before stopping.

“You know you have to get on all fours to let me wash your ass, right?”

Tyler gave him a smile. “Is that what you want?”

“You’re damn right it is.”

“All right.” Tyler shifted. He did as he was told, presenting his ass, holding himself on his arms with his cock thickening. Holden lathered up both palms. He slid them over Tyler’s buttocks before sliding fingers into his crack, finding his entrance and soaping it. Tyler swayed in place, head dipped. Holden wet a washcloth next. He rinsed Tyler off, lingering on his hole. Then he smoothed his hands over Tyler’s ass and spread him open. Tyler tensed and tried not to groan.

“How many men have fucked you?” Holden asked, the arousal in his voice palpable.

“A couple,” Tyler said, with his cock jutting out in front of him.

“Suck.” Holden presented a finger to his mouth and Tyler did as he was told. Holden touched his hole, massaging it with saliva, slicking it and pressing until his finger slid inside. Tyler shifted in the water with a groan. “You like that?” Holden asked.

“Yes.” Tyler closed his eyes, his cock starting to throb. Holden removed the finger. Tyler sensed him lean closer before he felt a wet tongue slide down his cleft and flick over his hole. “Oh my God,” he said.

Holden laughed softly. “I’ve wanted to do this since I met you.”

Tyler shivered. He groaned as Holden licked. His tongue was so wet, so soft, so slippery, like a velvet caress on his most intimate area. He hung his head down, his arms shaking, starting to pant. Holden stabbed his tongue inside with darting jabs and Tyler cursed before Holden left a wet line down his perineum to suck each ball before he squeezed them gently.

“Let’s get you out,” he said. “I don’t want you kneeling like that for long.”

Tyler agreed with him even though he wanted more tongue. It had been a while since he’d had a rimjob and he’d love it if Holden brought him all the way to climax that way. He turned over for Holden to help him out of the bath. They did it by Tyler sitting on the edge of the bath and swinging both legs over. He rested with his ass on the bath for a moment as Holden grabbed a towel and draped it around his shoulders, rubbing. He noticed the hard-on tenting Holden’s robe, and he reached up, hands on Holden’s hips.

Holden slowed. He looked down at Tyler with his pupils dilating in his dark eyes so the iris looked almost black. “Wait there,” he said before he turned and left the room. Tyler steadied himself on the bath. The room was warm and the water evaporating on his skin felt nice. While his leg still hurt, it was a muted pain he could deal with.

Holden returned. In his hands he held a condom and the bottle of lube. Tyler said nothing but his heart rate increased. He followed Holden’s figure with his eyes as he shed the robe and approached the bath. Holden smiled. He squirted some lube onto his fingers. Then he slicked it down Tyler’s hard shaft. Tyler caught his breath. Holden turned around. Then he started to slowly gyrate his lovely ass like he was giving Tyler a lap dance, backing up until he was rubbing over Tyler’s cock, letting it slide down his ass crack.

Tyler swore. He gripped his dick, holding it steady. Holden had his hands on his knees, bent over. The head of Tyler’s cock slipped between his cheeks, leaving a smear of lube and Tyler saw his opening, nestling tiny and puckered and gritted his teeth, helpless to stop himself bucking. Holden pumped more lube onto his hand. He reached behind to lube himself up and Tyler groaned as Holden slipped a finger inside himself. Holy fuck, that was hot. He gripped Holden’s hips, watching his cock, looking at the pre-cum oozing from the slit, watching Holden’s asshole and his fingers and needing to bury himself as deep as he could go.

Holden pushed the condom into his hand. Tyler tore it hurriedly and rolled it on. He didn’t care that he was sitting on the hard bath with no prosthesis. The sexiest thing in forever was going to back himself onto his cock and Tyler wasn’t going to turn that down. Which was exactly what Holden did. He backed himself onto Tyler’s dick with a groan and Tyler pulled him, jerking up, giving Holden every inch. Tyler watched his cock disappearing into Holden’s ass and thought he was going to come instantly.

Holden gasped. “Fuck me,” he said. “Oh God, fuck me.”

Tyler growled. He thrust up, holding Holden’s hips hard. Holden’s thighs shook and he cried out. Tyler pulled him back and held him, sitting right on his lap and Holden squirmed, panting and gasping. He moved up, got in that hunched over position again, offering his ass to be plundered by Tyler. Tyler thrust into him again, the slick slide and the deep penetration and the visual of Holden bent over like this so unbearably erotic. He slid a hand around Holden and gripped his dick. “Come on,” he said, as he had the night before and used the pre-cum leaking from Holden’s cock to jerk him with as he fucked Holden.

Holden tightened around him. His cock swelled harder and he fell back against Tyler’s chest where Tyler could hold him tight and kiss his neck as he jerked Holden right over the finish line. Holden let out loud cries. He panted for breath, his dick erupting over Tyler’s fingers. Tyler managed another couple of jerks of his hips before he let go. The orgasm swept him away for long moments before he came back to his body and found his arms around Holden, still holding him hard. Holden was slumped, chest heaving, trying to take some of his own weight, but placing most of it on Tyler.

“That was some work out.” Tyler moved his hand slowly up and down Holden’s spent dick, spreading his cum and making his partner shiver and groan.

“Yeah, those are not the sort of squats I usually do.” They both laughed. Tyler had never had anyone sit him on a bath before and back onto his dick. It would be one for the spank bank. When Holden eased off him, he caught his condom and tied it in a knot. Holden took it from him and discarded it in a small trash can in the unit under the sink. Then he shrugged his robe back on and slid an arm around Tyler, helping him stand.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he said. “I could have at least got you to the bed before I attacked you.”

Tyler shook his head. He hopped by Holden’s side, taking the pace slow.

“Selfish of me,” Holden murmured.

“I said it’s fine. You don’t really think I have any complaints about that, do you?”

Holden said nothing. He eased Tyler onto the mattress and put a pillow under his stump. “Now why don’t I make you that breakfast?”

Tyler smiled. He lay back and closed his eyes as he heard Holden’s footsteps retreating. The pain was still there, of course it was, but the warm water and the massage had helped. So had the sex. He felt himself drifting on a tide of relaxation with the afterglow still soothing him.