come of it. It’s permission, if not an actual endorsement.
I give Kellan two droppers full and after that, he sleeps.
He wakes up early afternoon on the official “rest day,” and blinks at the ceiling. I can tell he’s high, and not from Morphine or one of its derivatives, but from good ole fashioned reefer.
His face is looser. He’s more apt to smile. Like when he sees the origami sparrows shivering over us.
“Birds,” he whispers. “Lot of birds.” He blinks at me, a silly little smirk on his face. “Get up,” he whispers. “I want to... get up.”
I help him out of bed without too much trouble, and we walk to the window. I can feel him trembling. He’s weak and tired. He should be sitting down.
“You want to try to get a shower?” He nods, taking a handful of my hair and looking down at it. I giggle. “High Kellan. Sit here in this desk chair first and let me change the sheets again.”
I put on the Batman sheets I bought him, just for silly fun, and then we get into the shower. He holds onto my shoulder, and I bathe him carefully. By the time we’re ready to get out, his dick is pressed against my thigh. His eyes are dark with desire.
He takes my hand as we walk to the bed. He hands a condom to me—one of the flavored ones I bought—and I smile. “Yeah?”
He nods, and tugs his pants down.
“God, you’re perfect. If you want this, I can’t wait to give it to you.”
I roll the rubber over him and suck him deep into my mouth. After a few thrusts, a few heartfelt moans, he stops me.
“Not feeling well?”
He shakes his head and puts a hand on my arm. “I don’t want to come,” he whispers. “I don’t want to fall asleep.”
“Why don’t want to? Sleep is good.”
He shakes his head and pulls me down beside him on the mattress. “I don’t like it…because I can’t feel you there.”
THE MARIJUANA TINCTURE IS A GAME-CHANGER. After a good night’s sleep, Kellan wakes up feeling good. He seems so comfortable and happy when the doctors do their morning rounds, Willard decides to cut back sharply on the IV painkillers. After a pancake breakfast he attacks with comical enthusiasm, Kellan nods off in the recliner, thumbing through The Wall Street Journal. I use the quiet time to sit on the love seat near the window and have a text chat with my sister.
Around lunch time, I move over to the bed and bring my laptop out. I’m combing through my list of favorite quotes when Kellan’s eyes flip open.
“Cleo, fuck. My dick…” He blinks around the room, looking dizzy. His gaze smashes into mine. “Is this a wean?”
“A what?” I slide down off the bed and stand over his chair.
“Check this out.” He reaches for my hand and brings it down to his cock, which even through the cotton of his pants, is so hard I can almost feel his pulse in it. “Dilaudid,” he rasps. “When they cut it back... I get these crazy fucking boners. I want to be inside you…now.”
His eyes are still a little dazed from all the tincture I’ve been giving him. I grab a condom and urge him over to the bed, where he splays out and I crawl underneath the covers. I take the head of him into my mouth and he thrusts down my throat.
“Oh fuckkkk...” His legs tremble. I feel him throb. I run my hand along the seam of his balls and he explodes.
He fingers my pussy expertly, stopping to pant... and then I reach for him and feel how hard his cock is. I find my own release as I close my hand around it.
Afterward, it’s still half hard. I laugh. “Are you serious?”
“I told you.” His eyes are wide, and brighter than I’ve seen them in days. “All day. Tomorrow too I bet. Is tomorrow the rest day?”
“Tomorrow is your first day after transplant, baby.”
“Fuck. So that’s today.”
“Too stoned to keep track of the days,” I tease him. “It’s okay. I’ve been taking my pre-donation meds, and I feel fine. I’m all ready. In fact, I think I’m supposed to get a shower.”
He’s quiet as we walk into the bathroom. I start the water, strip my clothes off, and pretend not to lust after his massive, hard cock as he drops his pants. I catch him looking in the mirror before I help him remove his shirt,