Since Jay is present throughout the weekend, he learns a thing or two about Darren’s routines. One Saturday morning, after vacating the couch in the living room where he usually sleeps, Jay barges into Darren’s room to find Darren lying flat on his back in bed, clothed in a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, with Julek kneeling over him, holding one of Darren’s legs in a bent position, gently pressing the knee in the direction of Darren’s shoulder.
Darren’s head turns on the mattress to face Jay. The pillows and blanket are shoved to the other side, providing space. “Hey,” Darren greets, his teeth clenched but his eyes not unkind.
Julek nods briefly in greeting, concentrating on the task at hand.
“Uh, hi-i…” Jay is a little taken aback, an empty bag of coffee beans crackling in his hands. “Um… uh good morning. Uh…”
For a second, Jay considers leaving the two alone, but then he notices neither Darren nor Julek seems to be bothered by his presence; their attention is already shifted away from him. So Jay stays and observes Julek slowly tilting Darren’s bent leg until the knee points outward, holding it steady with both hands, Darren’s foot resting against Julek’s shoulder.
It takes some time for Jay to understand what he’s looking at. Darren told him about his stretching sessions with Julek, but Jay has never been present for one before.
If he is honest, the view definitely does a number on Jay. He always wondered what stretching entailed for Darren and how it was done. Though he’s learning more about his attraction to Darren each passing day, Jay never imagined seeing Darren like this would make him sweat and his heartbeat race in his chest.
“Um…” Jay knows he should be more eloquent but somehow can’t bring himself to remember why he came to Darren’s room in the first place.
“Coffee beans empty?” Darren asks, his face contorting a little as Julek changes position of Darren’s leg, attempting to straighten it out.
“Uh, yeah, uh…” Jay looks at the bag in his hands as if he’s seeing it for the first time. Right. That’s why he’s here. “I uh wanted to ask where—”
“Somewhere in the higher cupboards,” Julek says without looking at Jay. “Chelsea knows,” he adds, gently pressing down on Darren’s knee and flexing Darren’s foot, holding the position for a few seconds. Both Julek’s arms and Darren’s leg tremble as if fighting an invisible war. Then Julek releases his hold, Darren’s knee lifting back off the mattress immediately like a retreating spring, and Jay hears Darren exhale in a sigh.
Jay mumbles a thanks and finally slips back out the door, determined to find the coffee beans himself and get some air or cold water in his face.
Later, as the two of them are having breakfast, Darren smirks at Jay. “You enjoyed watching, didn’t you?” he says bluntly.
Jay immediately blushes. “Uh huh…” he admits and evades Darren’s gaze. He brewed the coffee after he found the beans stashed on a high shelf and proudly placed the steaming cups in front of them.
It’s not only the fact that Jay is turned on by seeing Darren stretch. Darren lying on his back, at the mercy of Julek’s sure hands manipulating his limbs, is definitely a scene he’d never seen his boyfriend in before. Vulnerable on one hand, trusting on the other. There’s an intimacy between the two that Jay didn’t expect to find.
With a surprised jolt in his stomach, Jay realizes he’s a bit jealous.
“If you want…” Darren hesitates for a second, or maybe he’s just concentrating on bringing his spoon down next to his empty cereal bowl. “Julek can show you a few basic moves.”
Jay lifts his head. “Really?” He catches Darren’s gaze and smoothes out his features. Is he so easy to read? “Um… I’d like that. Is it hard to learn?”
Shrugging, Darren leans forward to empty his coffee cup. “It isn’t rocket science. My physiotherapist showed him what to do. Nothing special, of course.”
Jay smiles. “Okay then…” He swirls the milk around in his bowl, cornflakes dancing happily. Darren usually isn’t this straightforward with all things concerning his disability. He keeps a strict line between small everyday tasks like opening doors and everything else that even faintly smells of caregiving, insisting that his flatmates are paid to help. So, this is a new development.
And enormously exciting.
“Awesome,” Jay says, blowing into his cup of coffee even though it isn’t at all hot anymore, trying to appear undisturbed and like his cock isn’t stirring in his pants. Jesus, what’s wrong with him?
Darren’s grin remains throughout breakfast, irking Jay.
A few weeks later, Julek surprises Jay by waking him up one early morning as he’s sleeping on Darren’s couch.
“Darren says you want to learn,” he explains, making kneading motions with his hands.
Jay blinks bleary eyes and nods. “Um… can I… I’ll be ready in a minute, okay?” He flees into the bathroom, hoping he can keep it together while Julek is there.
As it turns out, helping Darren with stretching is mostly hard work, physically as well as mentally. Julek walks Jay through half a dozen routines before Jay admits he already forgot the first few. On Darren’s suggestion, Jay and Julek change positions, giving Jay a direct hands-on experience while Julek explains and places Jay’s hands. For the first time ever, Jay truly realizes just how large Darren’s body is. And how uncooperative his muscles are. Within minutes, sweat breaks out on his forehead. Not from arousal, but from the effort it takes to so much as hold Darren’s lower leg up.
“Not as easy as it looks, huh?” Julek jokes and grins for the first time since Jay has known him.
Jay nods and the distraction is enough to cause Darren’s leg to slip through his fingers and land heavily on the bed.
“Damn it!”
Darren and Julek laugh, and after taking a few seconds to scowl at them, Jay joins in.
When they are finished, Jay feels sore and drained, but he feels hopeful. Julek smiles again and nods approvingly, before leaving to do some grocery shopping, as he announces.
“At least it’s exercise for both of us,” Darren jabs playfully, an unusual twinkle in his eyes. “That’s something.”
Jay rolls his shoulders that are still burning from the strain. “I’m sure Khristina will disagree when I can’t even lift my arms tomorrow,” he says gravely but grins back at Darren.
Darren moves to sit up, swaying a little without much support, then leans back against the head of the bed. “Well, that’s too bad for her. I enjoy seeing you break a sweat, though.”
Jay blushes, and Darren tries and fails at reaching for him. He sighs. “Come here.”
Jay crawls over the bed to lean into Darren’s one-armed embrace.
“You did well,” Darren says in a rumbling whisper.
“Did I?” Jay frowns. He isn’t particularly sure about that.
Darren chuckles into Jay’s hair. “Don’t think Julek was any better when he started. It’s all a matter of experience and learning to use every leverage you can get.”
In that way, Jay thinks, helping Darren with stretching is a lot like dancing.
“Hmm…” Jay makes a noise, grinning as Darren nips at his earlobe, then presses gentle kisses along the side of his neck. The soft touch sends shivers down Jay’s spine, making him squirm slightly. “Is this payback?” he asks.
“Uh huh,” Darren replies, his voice low and rumbling. “You get a gold star for being a good boy. Off,” he orders, weakly tugging at Jay’s shirt. Jay shimmies out of it and straightens a little, giving Darren access to torture his nipples with his tongue. Jay moans at the exquisite sensation, his body craving Darren’s touch.
That’s how quickly everything Julek taught him makes way for buzzing arousal, Jay thinks, before succumbing to it when Darren slides even lower, peppering Jay’s hipbone with kisses.
“Please, please…” Jay chants in a half-whisper, his hands tugging at Darren’s hair, running over his muscled neck, his wide shoulders. Unstoppable, Jay’s hips buck, his cock straining against its confinement.
Darren struggles into a more comfortable position, half-sitting with his head supported by a pillow, his legs quivering. He doesn’t need to speak a word; a jerk of his shoulder is enough for Jay to get completely naked and kneel over him. Darren directs him further up, and Jay takes his erect cock in hand, steadying it. His breathing quickens with anticipation.
Without preamble, Darren licks along the underside of Jay’s cock.
“Oh, fuck!”
Jay starts trembling as Darren continues his deliberate exploration of his cock, kissing and licking along its length. His tongue swirls around the tip, teasing him. Jay squeezes the base, willing this to last longer than he usually manages. As Darren’s tongue flicks across the slit, Jay’s breath hitches, his unoccupied hand gripping Darren’s hair.
“Darren…” Jay doesn’t really know what he wants to say. All he can do is stare at Darren’s lips, alluring, unreachable, below him. “Please…” His own voice doesn’t sound like his, high-pitched and needy.
Darren locks eyes with Jay and then swallows him, the softness and slickness and heat around Jay unbelievably blissful.
“Darren… oh god, yes,” Jay cries out, his head falling back, eyes fluttering shut.
Darren’s head doesn’t move; his tongue traces lazy patterns, driving Jay up the wall with feverish desire. He longs to thrust into Darren’s mouth, sinking as deep into the moist warmth as possible. With all conscious effort, Jay manages to rein himself in. He forces his hips to stay still, only squeezes his trembling fingers harder around himself.
“Darren… please, just… can you… oh fuck…” Jay opens his eyes again and stares at Darren underneath him, his shoulders jumping occasionally, his right hand twisting at his side, his left clenching into the sheets.
Then Darren suddenly pops off, and Jay feels his world shatter. “No, no, no, don’t… why…?”
Muscles twitch in Darren’s jaw, pulling his lips into ridiculous shapes, and he rests his head back against the pillow, groaning slightly. He mumbles something Jay doesn’t understand, but Jay grasps that Darren needs a break.
The air is cold on Jay’s aching, wet cock, causing Jay to gasp and curl his toes in the sheets. He moans at the sight of Darren riding out the spasms and stealthily moves his hand, taking the edge off ever so slightly because he feels he’ll lose his mind otherwise. Sweat trickles into his eyes, and he wipes them on his sleeve, gasping for air like he’s running up some goddamn hill.
A lopsided grin dawns on Darren’s face as he watches Jay falling apart above him. “Hm… doing so well, babe,” he praises Jay, and the other mewls. “Show me how good you can be.”
Darren’s head is momentarily jerked back in a stronger spasm, a grimace crossing his face.
“Darren!” Jay’s hand falters from the sheer force of arousal crashing into him. His moans grow desperate, interspersed with little cries as he brings himself to the brink with practiced motions.
“Good.” Darren’s slightly strained voice comes from somewhere far away. “Now stop that.”
Jay whimpers and doesn’t know where he finds the strength to steady his hand again, not to give in and stroke himself to completion with a few quick, precise movements.
So close.
Another bead of precome leaks out of the tip of Jay’s cock, and he hiccups, his whole body shaking. “Please, please…”
“You want my mouth?” Darren manages to ask, pushing himself upright with his left hand on the mattress. He slowly regains composure.
“Yes, yes, I do, Darren, whatever you… please…”
And finally, with a small groan as Darren straightens to reach, Darren closes his lips around Jay’s member again. His tongue flutters against Jay and his head moves in a ragged, uneven rhythm that Jay tries to copy. He doesn’t allow his hips to buck up with all their force, never takes over from Darren but aids him, follows his lead, anticipating the build-up. Jay’s world narrows to the sensation of Darren’s mouth around him, the warmth and suction driving him to the brink.
“Darren, I’m gonna…” Jay’s voice is barely a whisper, trying to warn Darren that he’s close. He gasps, unable to add more, his vision fraying at the edges.
With a flick of his tongue, Darren sends Jay spiraling. As he climaxes, Jay’s body convulses, a hoarse cry ripping from his throat. Jay’s hips stutter helplessly, and he spurts in Darren’s mouth, his hands desperately clutching at Darren.
“Fuck, oh, oh, fuck…”
Darren doesn’t let up, his mouth continuing to milk every last drop of pleasure from Jay’s body. He swallows, his throat working around Jay’s cock in a way that prolongs the ecstasy, drawing out the last, shuddering waves of his orgasm.
Finally, as the aftershocks subside, Jay collapses forward with an embarrassing whimper, his softening cock slipping out from between Darren’s unrelenting lips. He steadies himself on Darren’s shoulders, heaving in air, unable to speak, and looks down at Darren, who licks his lips, panting as well.
A short smile flickers over Darren’s face. “Look at you…” he murmurs in a husky voice. “Perfect.”
Jay mumbles something incoherent, his cheeks heating up even more, which seems impossible. Carefully, he climbs off Darren, his arms and legs aching from exhaustion. “Holy shit,” he breathes, lying down next to Darren. He feels like he absolutely won’t be able to get up ever again. Turning lazily, Jay kisses Darren, tasting himself on his lips, and flops back down on the mattress.
He’ll definitely need a minute.
Darren chuckles dryly. His left fist pushes into the mattress, and his legs jerk as he attempts to sit up higher. Jay rearranges the pillows to make it easier for him without moving too excessively.
“Um… Just out of curiosity, how often do you need to stretch?” Jay asks when his breathing has somewhat normalized after a while, perking an eyebrow at Darren from his low position stretched out flat. He can’t hold back a dopey grin. “It’s like… once a day? Twice?”
“God…” Darren retorts, the bed swaying as he laughs quietly. He looks down at Jay, grinning. “My physiotherapist will be so damn happy.”
Darren’s head turns on the mattress to face Jay. The pillows and blanket are shoved to the other side, providing space. “Hey,” Darren greets, his teeth clenched but his eyes not unkind.
Julek nods briefly in greeting, concentrating on the task at hand.
“Uh, hi-i…” Jay is a little taken aback, an empty bag of coffee beans crackling in his hands. “Um… uh good morning. Uh…”
For a second, Jay considers leaving the two alone, but then he notices neither Darren nor Julek seems to be bothered by his presence; their attention is already shifted away from him. So Jay stays and observes Julek slowly tilting Darren’s bent leg until the knee points outward, holding it steady with both hands, Darren’s foot resting against Julek’s shoulder.
It takes some time for Jay to understand what he’s looking at. Darren told him about his stretching sessions with Julek, but Jay has never been present for one before.
If he is honest, the view definitely does a number on Jay. He always wondered what stretching entailed for Darren and how it was done. Though he’s learning more about his attraction to Darren each passing day, Jay never imagined seeing Darren like this would make him sweat and his heartbeat race in his chest.
“Um…” Jay knows he should be more eloquent but somehow can’t bring himself to remember why he came to Darren’s room in the first place.
“Coffee beans empty?” Darren asks, his face contorting a little as Julek changes position of Darren’s leg, attempting to straighten it out.
“Uh, yeah, uh…” Jay looks at the bag in his hands as if he’s seeing it for the first time. Right. That’s why he’s here. “I uh wanted to ask where—”
“Somewhere in the higher cupboards,” Julek says without looking at Jay. “Chelsea knows,” he adds, gently pressing down on Darren’s knee and flexing Darren’s foot, holding the position for a few seconds. Both Julek’s arms and Darren’s leg tremble as if fighting an invisible war. Then Julek releases his hold, Darren’s knee lifting back off the mattress immediately like a retreating spring, and Jay hears Darren exhale in a sigh.
Jay mumbles a thanks and finally slips back out the door, determined to find the coffee beans himself and get some air or cold water in his face.
Later, as the two of them are having breakfast, Darren smirks at Jay. “You enjoyed watching, didn’t you?” he says bluntly.
Jay immediately blushes. “Uh huh…” he admits and evades Darren’s gaze. He brewed the coffee after he found the beans stashed on a high shelf and proudly placed the steaming cups in front of them.
It’s not only the fact that Jay is turned on by seeing Darren stretch. Darren lying on his back, at the mercy of Julek’s sure hands manipulating his limbs, is definitely a scene he’d never seen his boyfriend in before. Vulnerable on one hand, trusting on the other. There’s an intimacy between the two that Jay didn’t expect to find.
With a surprised jolt in his stomach, Jay realizes he’s a bit jealous.
“If you want…” Darren hesitates for a second, or maybe he’s just concentrating on bringing his spoon down next to his empty cereal bowl. “Julek can show you a few basic moves.”
Jay lifts his head. “Really?” He catches Darren’s gaze and smoothes out his features. Is he so easy to read? “Um… I’d like that. Is it hard to learn?”
Shrugging, Darren leans forward to empty his coffee cup. “It isn’t rocket science. My physiotherapist showed him what to do. Nothing special, of course.”
Jay smiles. “Okay then…” He swirls the milk around in his bowl, cornflakes dancing happily. Darren usually isn’t this straightforward with all things concerning his disability. He keeps a strict line between small everyday tasks like opening doors and everything else that even faintly smells of caregiving, insisting that his flatmates are paid to help. So, this is a new development.
And enormously exciting.
“Awesome,” Jay says, blowing into his cup of coffee even though it isn’t at all hot anymore, trying to appear undisturbed and like his cock isn’t stirring in his pants. Jesus, what’s wrong with him?
Darren’s grin remains throughout breakfast, irking Jay.
A few weeks later, Julek surprises Jay by waking him up one early morning as he’s sleeping on Darren’s couch.
“Darren says you want to learn,” he explains, making kneading motions with his hands.
Jay blinks bleary eyes and nods. “Um… can I… I’ll be ready in a minute, okay?” He flees into the bathroom, hoping he can keep it together while Julek is there.
As it turns out, helping Darren with stretching is mostly hard work, physically as well as mentally. Julek walks Jay through half a dozen routines before Jay admits he already forgot the first few. On Darren’s suggestion, Jay and Julek change positions, giving Jay a direct hands-on experience while Julek explains and places Jay’s hands. For the first time ever, Jay truly realizes just how large Darren’s body is. And how uncooperative his muscles are. Within minutes, sweat breaks out on his forehead. Not from arousal, but from the effort it takes to so much as hold Darren’s lower leg up.
“Not as easy as it looks, huh?” Julek jokes and grins for the first time since Jay has known him.
Jay nods and the distraction is enough to cause Darren’s leg to slip through his fingers and land heavily on the bed.
“Damn it!”
Darren and Julek laugh, and after taking a few seconds to scowl at them, Jay joins in.
When they are finished, Jay feels sore and drained, but he feels hopeful. Julek smiles again and nods approvingly, before leaving to do some grocery shopping, as he announces.
“At least it’s exercise for both of us,” Darren jabs playfully, an unusual twinkle in his eyes. “That’s something.”
Jay rolls his shoulders that are still burning from the strain. “I’m sure Khristina will disagree when I can’t even lift my arms tomorrow,” he says gravely but grins back at Darren.
Darren moves to sit up, swaying a little without much support, then leans back against the head of the bed. “Well, that’s too bad for her. I enjoy seeing you break a sweat, though.”
Jay blushes, and Darren tries and fails at reaching for him. He sighs. “Come here.”
Jay crawls over the bed to lean into Darren’s one-armed embrace.
“You did well,” Darren says in a rumbling whisper.
“Did I?” Jay frowns. He isn’t particularly sure about that.
Darren chuckles into Jay’s hair. “Don’t think Julek was any better when he started. It’s all a matter of experience and learning to use every leverage you can get.”
In that way, Jay thinks, helping Darren with stretching is a lot like dancing.
“Hmm…” Jay makes a noise, grinning as Darren nips at his earlobe, then presses gentle kisses along the side of his neck. The soft touch sends shivers down Jay’s spine, making him squirm slightly. “Is this payback?” he asks.
“Uh huh,” Darren replies, his voice low and rumbling. “You get a gold star for being a good boy. Off,” he orders, weakly tugging at Jay’s shirt. Jay shimmies out of it and straightens a little, giving Darren access to torture his nipples with his tongue. Jay moans at the exquisite sensation, his body craving Darren’s touch.
That’s how quickly everything Julek taught him makes way for buzzing arousal, Jay thinks, before succumbing to it when Darren slides even lower, peppering Jay’s hipbone with kisses.
“Please, please…” Jay chants in a half-whisper, his hands tugging at Darren’s hair, running over his muscled neck, his wide shoulders. Unstoppable, Jay’s hips buck, his cock straining against its confinement.
Darren struggles into a more comfortable position, half-sitting with his head supported by a pillow, his legs quivering. He doesn’t need to speak a word; a jerk of his shoulder is enough for Jay to get completely naked and kneel over him. Darren directs him further up, and Jay takes his erect cock in hand, steadying it. His breathing quickens with anticipation.
Without preamble, Darren licks along the underside of Jay’s cock.
“Oh, fuck!”
Jay starts trembling as Darren continues his deliberate exploration of his cock, kissing and licking along its length. His tongue swirls around the tip, teasing him. Jay squeezes the base, willing this to last longer than he usually manages. As Darren’s tongue flicks across the slit, Jay’s breath hitches, his unoccupied hand gripping Darren’s hair.
“Darren…” Jay doesn’t really know what he wants to say. All he can do is stare at Darren’s lips, alluring, unreachable, below him. “Please…” His own voice doesn’t sound like his, high-pitched and needy.
Darren locks eyes with Jay and then swallows him, the softness and slickness and heat around Jay unbelievably blissful.
“Darren… oh god, yes,” Jay cries out, his head falling back, eyes fluttering shut.
Darren’s head doesn’t move; his tongue traces lazy patterns, driving Jay up the wall with feverish desire. He longs to thrust into Darren’s mouth, sinking as deep into the moist warmth as possible. With all conscious effort, Jay manages to rein himself in. He forces his hips to stay still, only squeezes his trembling fingers harder around himself.
“Darren… please, just… can you… oh fuck…” Jay opens his eyes again and stares at Darren underneath him, his shoulders jumping occasionally, his right hand twisting at his side, his left clenching into the sheets.
Then Darren suddenly pops off, and Jay feels his world shatter. “No, no, no, don’t… why…?”
Muscles twitch in Darren’s jaw, pulling his lips into ridiculous shapes, and he rests his head back against the pillow, groaning slightly. He mumbles something Jay doesn’t understand, but Jay grasps that Darren needs a break.
The air is cold on Jay’s aching, wet cock, causing Jay to gasp and curl his toes in the sheets. He moans at the sight of Darren riding out the spasms and stealthily moves his hand, taking the edge off ever so slightly because he feels he’ll lose his mind otherwise. Sweat trickles into his eyes, and he wipes them on his sleeve, gasping for air like he’s running up some goddamn hill.
A lopsided grin dawns on Darren’s face as he watches Jay falling apart above him. “Hm… doing so well, babe,” he praises Jay, and the other mewls. “Show me how good you can be.”
Darren’s head is momentarily jerked back in a stronger spasm, a grimace crossing his face.
“Darren!” Jay’s hand falters from the sheer force of arousal crashing into him. His moans grow desperate, interspersed with little cries as he brings himself to the brink with practiced motions.
“Good.” Darren’s slightly strained voice comes from somewhere far away. “Now stop that.”
Jay whimpers and doesn’t know where he finds the strength to steady his hand again, not to give in and stroke himself to completion with a few quick, precise movements.
So close.
Another bead of precome leaks out of the tip of Jay’s cock, and he hiccups, his whole body shaking. “Please, please…”
“You want my mouth?” Darren manages to ask, pushing himself upright with his left hand on the mattress. He slowly regains composure.
“Yes, yes, I do, Darren, whatever you… please…”
And finally, with a small groan as Darren straightens to reach, Darren closes his lips around Jay’s member again. His tongue flutters against Jay and his head moves in a ragged, uneven rhythm that Jay tries to copy. He doesn’t allow his hips to buck up with all their force, never takes over from Darren but aids him, follows his lead, anticipating the build-up. Jay’s world narrows to the sensation of Darren’s mouth around him, the warmth and suction driving him to the brink.
“Darren, I’m gonna…” Jay’s voice is barely a whisper, trying to warn Darren that he’s close. He gasps, unable to add more, his vision fraying at the edges.
With a flick of his tongue, Darren sends Jay spiraling. As he climaxes, Jay’s body convulses, a hoarse cry ripping from his throat. Jay’s hips stutter helplessly, and he spurts in Darren’s mouth, his hands desperately clutching at Darren.
“Fuck, oh, oh, fuck…”
Darren doesn’t let up, his mouth continuing to milk every last drop of pleasure from Jay’s body. He swallows, his throat working around Jay’s cock in a way that prolongs the ecstasy, drawing out the last, shuddering waves of his orgasm.
Finally, as the aftershocks subside, Jay collapses forward with an embarrassing whimper, his softening cock slipping out from between Darren’s unrelenting lips. He steadies himself on Darren’s shoulders, heaving in air, unable to speak, and looks down at Darren, who licks his lips, panting as well.
A short smile flickers over Darren’s face. “Look at you…” he murmurs in a husky voice. “Perfect.”
Jay mumbles something incoherent, his cheeks heating up even more, which seems impossible. Carefully, he climbs off Darren, his arms and legs aching from exhaustion. “Holy shit,” he breathes, lying down next to Darren. He feels like he absolutely won’t be able to get up ever again. Turning lazily, Jay kisses Darren, tasting himself on his lips, and flops back down on the mattress.
He’ll definitely need a minute.
Darren chuckles dryly. His left fist pushes into the mattress, and his legs jerk as he attempts to sit up higher. Jay rearranges the pillows to make it easier for him without moving too excessively.
“Um… Just out of curiosity, how often do you need to stretch?” Jay asks when his breathing has somewhat normalized after a while, perking an eyebrow at Darren from his low position stretched out flat. He can’t hold back a dopey grin. “It’s like… once a day? Twice?”
“God…” Darren retorts, the bed swaying as he laughs quietly. He looks down at Jay, grinning. “My physiotherapist will be so damn happy.”
So hot!
ReplyDeleteWell, thank you!
DeleteThanks Lovis for the update! Darren always shows so remarkable insight, incredible. The two are so good for each other! Take care
ReplyDeleteThanks for leaving such a lovely comment! You are right, they go so well together.
DeleteAhhhh so happy to see this updating regularly again!! Thank you! Such a hot and intimate chapter, and not just the steamy bits. The emotional and physical intimacy of the stretching and of Jay’s submission is just *chef kiss*. Thank you for returning this story to us on here!!!
ReplyDeleteAwww, thanks! Your comment makes me so happy. I love writing this story. Yes, definitely, Darren makes an effort to open up more. I think he starts trusting Jay. And Jay is coming to terms with his sexuality, bit by bit.
Delete(Same anon as above, back for a second read). The humor in the last line is just perfect. I love how Darren’s this grumpy, crotchety, stern guy but he’s got this amazing sense of humour (and wonder?) for Jay too. Such a perfect balance.
ReplyDelete:))) Aww yes, Jay successfully wiggled his way into Darren's not-quite-that-cold heart <3
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