the other hand around the nape of Tay’s neck and he felt ripples roll through him as if a stone had been thrown into a pond. The sensation went on and on, trickling down to his fingers and toes. Ink held Tay’s face in his hands, kissed him, and time did something weird. It slowed, stretched, then faded as the kiss continued and the world disappeared.
Want had invaded every cell of Tay’s body. Need nipping at its heels. He held Ink’s waist and hoped he was holding him somewhere that didn’t hurt, but he had to hold him. Then their erections touched through their shorts and they gasped against each other’s mouths. Ink groaned, pulled back, stared at Tay, then smiled. The intensity of his gaze kept Tay motionless while inside the ripples kept going until he worried his legs would give way.
“Now what do we do?” Tay asked.
Ink laughed and took his hand. “Shower while we can still stand upright.”
Tay went slowly without his crutches, one hand in Ink’s, one brushing the wall in the hallway. Inside the bathroom, Ink tossed their towels onto the floor by the shower and turned it on.
“We going to fit?” Tay swallowed hard.
“Tight and perfect.” Ink peeled off his shorts and kicked them aside.
Tay stared. How could he not? Once or twice, he’d caught a glimpse of Jonty’s cock when they’d been changing to go surfing but… Ink was uncut, hairless, long and hard and…Oh fuck. That will never fit.
Chapter Eleven
INK HAD TALKED HIMSELF INTO doing this, then talked himself out, and now he was back in again. Well, not quite. Despite his claim to have an optimistic outlook, little in his life made him happy, so when he had a chance for pleasure, why turn it down? He should. But not this time. They both wanted this and Ink wasn’t sure which of them was more desperate.
Tay tugged his shorts over his hips, let them fall, and stepped out of them. He looked nervous but determined. Just like me.
“You’re gorgeous,” Ink whispered.
Tay let out a strangled groan. “If you say nice things to me, I’ve had it.”
“Really gorgeous.”
Tay laughed.
Ink helped him into the shower. Tay tipped his head back to let the water hit his face, and closed his eyes. He was gorgeous. No Olympic gymnast’s sculptured muscles, no gym bunny’s six pack and he was probably underweight, but Tay’s flat stomach, angular hip bones, dark treasure trail and rock-hard cock were a big turn on.
“You going to be okay about touching?” Ink asked. “We’re in a tight space here. If you freak out, it could get painful.”
“I’m going to freak out if you don’t touch me. I’m fucking cured. I’d suggest you set up a business offering help to people who don’t like to be touched, but I don’t want you touching anyone but me.”
Ink watched realisation of what he’d just said move across Tay’s face.
“Apart from Dog,” Tay added.
Ink chuckled. He filled his palm with shower gel, watched Tay’s face carefully for any sign that he was going to resist, then gently stroked his shoulders. Tay let out a long tremulous sigh. Ink worked his way over Tay’s chest, his hands sliding over silken skin. Tay braced his arms on the walls of the shower as his breathing quickened, but he kept his eyes shut.
“Open your eyes,” Ink said.
“If I open my eyes and look at you, this will be over in seconds.”
Ink’s fingers were moving of their own accord, drifting along the ridge of Tay’s collarbone, over the gentle curve of his shoulders to his shoulder blades, under his arms, around his nipples. Tay trembled as Ink touched him and Ink shook in response. The pleasure in knowing he was the first to do this to Tay warmed his damaged heart. Trust was rare in Ink’s life. He leaned forward, pressed his mouth against the hollow in Tay’s neck and fluttered his tongue there.
“Oh fuck.” Tay gasped then tensed.
Ink licked down from his throat to suck on a nipple, and Tay cried out.
“Don’t plan to take ages over this.” Tay’s breathing was thick and heavy.
“Will the hot water run out?”
Tay did open his eyes then and laughed. “I’m a fingertip away from falling off the cliff.”
“Want me to help you hold on?”
Hesitation followed by a nod. Ink slid his hand to Tay’s cock, wrapped his fingers tightly around the base and pushed down on his balls with the heel of his hand.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Tay