Not Gay - Chapter 28

When Jay wakes the next morning, the sun hasn't fully risen yet. Darren's breath is still deep and uniform, his body peaceful. Not for the first time, Jay wonders about the fact that Darren's disability most of the time isn't visible when he sleeps, while it's undeniable from his features alone when he's awake. Now his brows are even, his eyes are comfortably closed, and his lips slightly parted; there's no twitch of a muscle or jerk of his head that would betray his condition. Jay watches Darren's chest unfailingly rising and falling for a while, until the light changes from murky blue to slightly orange. Knowing Darren isn't always granted a long night of sleep due to occasional spasms, he takes utmost care not to disturb him as he carefully untangles himself from the bedding and tiptoes out of the room.

After a cup of strong coffee, Jay takes a hot shower in the cubicle in the kitchen. When he moved in, he hadn't given much thought to having a shower in the kitchen. All he knew was that it lowered the rent considerably compared to other apartments in this area. Then he'd discovered the true selling point. His girlfriends would take insanely long showers in the morning while he prepared breakfast, which would then get cold when they took things directly back to the bedroom. Watching their naked forms move behind the milky glass, hot and moist waves scented with flowery shampoo emanating from the cubicle, would get him every time, and it wasn't made better by the fact that he knew they knew about it.

The only thing to complain about was his water bill at that time.

Now, as Jay opens the door of the shower stall, angling for a towel, he hears a familiar whirring sound.

"Looking for this?" Jay's towel dangles from Darren's unsteady grip.

Blushing, Jay steps out of the shower cubicle and reaches for the offered towel, wrapping it around his torso. "You're um... up," he states, unnecessarily.

"I am," Darren confirms, a twinkle in his eyes. He's still wearing his oversized tee and trunks, his bare feet placed crookedly on the footrests. "Good morning, gorgeous."

Shivering slightly in the cool air, Jay quickly towels off, hyper-aware of Darren's gaze on him the entire time. The other man is clearly enjoying the view, smirking with his left hand loosely placed around the controls of his chair, his right forming a fist in his lap. As Jay dries his dripping hair, he wonders if it's possible to blush all over one's body. Even more so since most of his blood seems to have rushed to his groin region by now, his erection bobbing between his legs.

"God, I thought I'd come here for breakfast but..." With a jolt, Darren's wheelchair moves forward, and Jay instinctively steps back until his back bumps into the kitchen counter next to the coffee machine.

"Uh... coffee?" Jay asks, making a weak gesture, but Darren doesn't reply. The wheelchair stops shortly before hitting Jay's shins, and Jay swallows as he looks into Darren's dark eyes. Darren's left hand lifts from the joystick, knuckles brushing up along the side of Jay's thighs, making Jay's mouth run dry. The towel slides out of his grasp and pools to his feet.

"Hop up there." Darren nods to the counter behind Jay.

Letting out a surprised sound, Jay complies. The smooth surface is cool against his heated skin, goosebumps rising all along his legs.

The wheelchair hits the counter with a muffled clunk, and Darren's body trembles with the effort it takes to scoot forward in his seat. He doesn't move to stand though. "Perfect height," he growls, and Jay wants to ask what he means—perfect height for what?—as Darren leans forward, bracing himself with his left fist on the counter's edge, and closes his lips around the head of Jay's erect cock.

"Ah!" It's like an electric current sizzles through Jay's body. His back arches and he scrambles for something to hold onto, something to ground him against the heat of desire. Darren's mouth is perfect around him, and Darren starts sucking him without granting Jay time to settle in, bringing him to a state of near insanity in an instant. Fisting his hands in Darren's hair, Jay groans as Darren doesn't pause, doesn't relent, working Jay until his breath comes in erratic gasps and his moans propel themselves into embarrassing heights.

But it isn't enough, not yet; Jay squirms and whines, his hands roam over Darren's shoulders, feeling them quiver from the strain Darren puts on them. And sure enough, Darren's movements become slower, barely noticeable at first, but to Jay it's clear as lightning; even his tongue appears slightly sloppier as the position takes its toll on Darren's body.

"Darren..."

The fingers of Darren's left hand tighten around the counter's edge, white-knuckled, while his legs tremble with the force of sustaining part of his body's weight leaning forward. Jay can feel desperation build within himself at the impending loss of sensation, the ever-receding friction on his throbbing member, and his hips jerk forward, trying to make up for it.

"Darren, please... I need..."

Jay's hands find purchase on the counter, and his scurrying naked feet land on Darren's armrest, giving him leverage enough to thrust up into Darren's mouth. First, Jay moves tentatively, but as Darren doesn't seem to mind, even leans back a little with relief, Jay gives his hips more reign, his cock disappearing faster and deeper between Darren's flushed, glistening lips.

"Oh god, oh god, fuck!"

As his pulse races and blood rushes in his ears, Jay wants to ask Darren if this is okay, at least warn him he's close, but he doesn't manage words, desperate moans falling from his lips instead. His muscles start trembling as well now, in tandem with Darren's, and Jay chokes out a groan as he feels the telltale curl of heat tightening behind his navel. Darren does something funny to his throat, his tongue flat in his mouth, and as Jay sinks deeper, he knows he's done for. His orgasm crashes over him in waves, each one stronger in pleasure than the one before, his hips driving forward like a piston, his body twitching and jerking as he spurts down Darren's throat. It seems like it isn't going to end, but as Jay finally comes down from it, trembling and gulping in air, he realizes he screamed Darren's name over and over, his voice growing hoarse.

"Darren..." Jay hiccups, realizing he's sliding off the counter. Darren's lap is a soft and warm landing place, and he draws up his legs and curls into a ball, snuggling against Darren's broad chest, breathing unevenly into the crook of his neck. Darren's old shirt smells comfortingly of sleep.

Only when the whirring and the slight vibrations stop does Jay realize that Darren transported him back to the bedroom. Blinking, Jay looks up at Darren, his brain stuffed with cotton wool. The larger man watches him with a tender expression, his left hand on Jay's thigh, fingers stroking haltingly.

"Well done, babe, so well done," Darren murmurs, and Jay shudders, warmth rising in his cheeks. He feels Darren's boner under him and tiredly wiggles back against it, making Darren groan.

"You can lie down if you want," Darren says, his left hand lifting to Jay's face, knuckles brushing against Jay's cheeks. Sighing contentedly, Jay leans forward a fraction, capturing Darren's lips in a chaste, salty kiss, then slides off his lap and slumps down on the mattress on his back, sprawling on it.

Out of the corners of his half-closed eyes, Jay can see Darren working himself further up. He's quick at freeing his hard cock from his trunks, and he gets a few erratic strokes done before his hand wanders off, his left lifting to his shoulder's height. Darren's knees jump, and he brings his bare feet on the ground in front of his wheelchair and his left hand back to his member, groaning satisfied as he makes contact again.

Feeling his spent cock twitch slightly, Jay scoots back a little until his head rests on the pillows, giving him a better view. Darren's face is impassive, his eyes directed at Jay but appearing not to see him. His movements are jerky, like always, a muscle in his jaw twitching from the effort of controlling his hand, though he seems to accomplish more than Jay has often seen him do before. And still... there's something...

"Would you like to fuck me?" Jay asks, one hand lazily tugging at his half-hard cock. His heart rate picks up a little, but otherwise he still feels warm and safe as before, bathing in the afterglow of his orgasm.

There's a pause so long Jay wonders if he did something wrong. It's a good thing his brain is as slow as if he'd smoked half of Chris's stock of weed because he's sure it would have tumbled into a frenzy of worry. Darren has stopped moving entirely, his face turned away and in shadows, and Jay can only hear his heavy breathing.

Then Darren lifts his head and stares at Jay, his features shortly distorted by spasms. "I'd..." Darren groans, waiting until it passes. "I'd like that." His voice is hoarse, and a pearl of translucent precome leaks from his cock between his legs as he changes position in the chair, his legs trembling slightly.

Nodding, Jay sits up a little. He knows what’s next and the motions have become almost routine to him now. As he lubes up and then carefully inserts first one finger then two, Darren watches him from within his wheelchair, his body jumping once in a while, wrought tight like a spring. His left hand clenches around the armrest like a lifeline; he doesn't need to bring it to action to remain hard.

Jay's own member stirs to life again, hardening as he inserts the third finger, hissing slightly at the stinging pain because he moved too fast, eager. He's watching Darren trying, and failing, to keep it together, and it's so hot he almost cries out from it. Darren's cock is dark and swollen, and huge like always, and Jay shudders a little thinking of it inside himself, and sets to spreading himself further, even though it makes his eyes water.

"Fuck..." Darren's chest punches the word out, his legs jumping as if he'd spooked himself, causing him to slide forward on the wheelchair's seat. He catches himself on the armrest, pushing upright again with his lips pressed together, breathing hard. "I wish I could..." He fights through a nasty spasm that twists his head around. "I wish I could be the one... doing that to you."

Moaning, Jay continues pushing his fingers deeper, his cock leaking now as well, sweat dripping from his thighs. His fingers make an obscene squelching sound as he pulls them slightly out and in again; he went all in on the lube like Darren taught him to.

Jay's stomach twists at Darren's words. "I suppose..." he says, his throat dry. He clears it, wetting his lips. "You can make it up to me... pretty soon." He's hard, or as hard as he'll get so short after ejaculation, and he scissors his fingers inside of himself, gasping. Although he tries to avoid hitting his prostate dead on, he's on the brink already, trembling with anticipation. God, he needs more. "Darren?"

Darren's gaze sharpens, his hand gripping tighter around the armrest. "Tell me," he rasps.

Jay whimpers again, feeling full but not full enough. "I need you—" He swallows, his heart beating so fast in his chest it makes him dizzy. "Need you inside of me," he manages, voice unsteady.

"Hmm..."

Darren's deep voice reverberates in Jay's chest, warm like a blanket. He watches Darren cover himself again then adjust the position of the electric wheelchair, making sure he's as close as possible to the mattress. His left arm trembles as he braces himself on the mattress, leaning forward, and Jay notices how he steels himself before attempting the transfer. He aborts twice, legs jumping and face twisted, his brows drawn together in concentration. Jay is frozen, caught between admiration and the urge to help, fearing he'll ruin the moment with the wrong move. Then Darren manages to slide his butt over, his right fist turned in and pressed against his chest, and he pushes off from the ground to sit more stable.

"As much as I like the view..." Darren manages between heaving breaths, "Care to make some space there?"

Blushing, Jay removes his fingers from within himself, suppressing a sound at the sudden feeling of emptiness, and scrambles to scoot over. He didn't expect Darren to be on top, not really. He tried to play it through in his head, and all he could come up with was that probably Darren had to lie down somehow; and still he forgot to make some room for him.

Darren's chest heaves as he pauses, then he wills his legs and arm to cooperate one last time until he's on his back next to Jay. "Hey..." he whispers, his eyes locking with Jay's as he rests his head on the pillows. "You ok?"

Swallowing again, Jay nods, not trusting his voice. Darren's left hand latches onto his, completely engulfing it, gripping hard. It brings Jay back to the present.

"Y-Yeah," he whispers. "I'm... I don't know..." It may seem incoherent, but it's the truth. He simply doesn't know what to do next, and with Darren lying next to him, something seems off. What if Jay is rubbish at this? What if he hurts Darren? Hurts himself? What if it turns out he isn't gay, or, well, simply not into this?

"Jay." Darren's voice is low, and still Jay's head snaps back up to look at him.

"Sit up," Darren orders, his hand pulling weakly at Jay's. Jay does so, his own cock now definitely softening between his legs. Darren's hard-on tents his trunks. Dreamlike, Jay's hand lifts on its own accord, a finger trailing along Darren's clothed length, who shudders at the touch. A wet spot spreads through the fabric at the front.

"Help me pull them off," Darren says, and Jay pulls the trunks down his stiff leg, although he's sure Darren could have done it himself. Then he looks back up at Darren, waiting.

"Good. Now, condoms."

Right. Jay reaches over and locates some in his drawer. He prepared for this and bought extra large ones. It takes forever to locate them, but he couldn't care less that the bed is littered with condom packages by the time he finds the right one. Darren nods as Jay rips open the package and rolls it down his boyfriend's enormous length, his mouth drying.

"Lube me up."

Darren's voice is hoarse now. The condom comes already moistened, but Jay understands they need more. He locates the bottle of lube somewhere between the ruffled sheets and stray condom packages, squeezing a healthy amount of it in his hand.

"Good lord..." Darren's body tenses, and the heels of his feet dig into the mattress.

Immediately, Jay retreats his hand that was just wrapped around Darren's cock. "Sorry, did I...?"

Shaking his head, Darren breathes through his nose, then returns his gaze to Jay. "No, don't worry. You did perfectly. Just... give me a minute."

Waiting with bated breath, Jay hovers next to Darren until the other nods, then lubes him up with quick motions.

Darren's eyelids flutter shut. "Get up here," he growls, breathing flatly.

Cleaning his hands on the sheets, Jay carefully straddles Darren, feeling his cock twitch against his back. Darren watches him from under half-lidded eyes, a smirk playing around his lips. "God, you look so gorgeous," he murmurs, and Jay blushes. "Now... when you're ready, get a hold of m—"

He breaks off with a gasp as Jay reaches behind himself and tentatively presses Darren's tip against his entrance.

"Fuck..."

Darren's cock is warm and slick, and Jay pushes down onto it carefully. He feels the sting as Darren breaches him, and he flinches, freezing mid-motion.

"Good, very good," Darren coos from behind clenched teeth. His left hand around Jay's hip grips so hard it hurts, but Jay welcomes the pain. It distracts him from the turmoil in his head.

"Gonna make you feel so good, babe," Darren goes on, his eyes not leaving Jay's. "Take your time, babe, you'll need to adjust. Gonna fill you up just right."

Moaning, Jay sinks deeper onto Darren's cock, the pain glaring white and sharp for a second, then lessening with each passing moment. His breath comes in harsh gasps, and Darren continues talking, but the words don't really reach Jay's ears anymore. He takes Darren deeper, his thighs trembling, dimly noticing he's stretched impossibly, like he never has been before.

"Good, so very good." Darren's voice comes from a place far away. "Tell me what you feel like."

"Feel..." It takes ages to clear his head enough to speak. "Full." He pauses and Darren doesn't interrupt. "Feels good," Jay adds, an odd smile breaking on his face, because it does, it feels good. He's stretched and it aches but also feels quite alright.

Nodding, Darren hums approval. "Well done. How about this..." Jay notices Darren rocks his hips, trying to buck up into Jay, his legs trembling behind him. It's minute, but Jay notices the movement inside himself, and plants his hands on Darren's chest, a gasp escaping.

"Fuck, Darren..."

"Good, huh?" Darren's face is sweaty from the effort, and Jay realizes he doesn't need to just watch. Slowly, he moves, taking Darren as deep as he dares before tilting his hips away again, thrusting with care. The pressure inside of him intensifies and lessens with the rhythm they both set up. Darren groans, his head pressed back into the pillows, and Jay arches his back, experimenting with the angle when—

"Ah! Fuck..."

A grin flickers over Darren's face. "That the right spot?" If possible at all, he dials up his efforts, his hips snapping up to meet Jay who moans as Darren's cock continues to drive into his prostate, making heat coil in his stomach.

Darren's left hand creeps over Jay's thigh, crosses over to where Jay's cock is bouncing half-hard on Darren's stomach, giving it a few halting strokes.

"Darren, oh..." Jay races toward orgasm, the second one that day, eyes widening, unbelieving. This can't be happening, he's not ready, he's—

Darren's fingers twitch and Jay cries out, shooting a thin rope of come up Darren's chest as he orgasms. His hips stutter on Darren's cock as he rides out the waves of pleasure, the muscles in his ass tight as strings.

"Don't—" Darren groans, and when his hand falls away from Jay's cock, his face contorting with spasms, Jay knows what to do. He snaps his hips down again, pressing his hands into Darren's chest plates as he rides him, until he feels the other's body stiffening below him. Darren comes violently with a loud groan, his legs jerking, his cock pulsing buried deep within Jay, who feels like if he hadn't already come twice today, that might have been the moment.

"Holy shit!" With his last reserves, Jay shakily pulls off of Darren and slumps down on the mattress next to him. He feels himself clench around nothing, lube dribbling out of him and down his thighs.

They both take a while to catch their breaths, Jay snuggling up to Darren's chest, almost slipping away into sleep. Finally, Darren stirs under him.

"Gonna test your bathroom installations again," he murmurs. 

Jay stretches, helps Darren sit up, and collects the used condom to throw it away. 

Darren inches to the edge of the bed, maneuvering his legs down with gritted teeth. When he's finally seated in his wheelchair again, he adds, "And if the offer still stands, I wouldn't say no to some coffee."

Jay grins and throws Darren's trunks into Darren's lap. Then he goes into the kitchen to make some coffee and to take another shower. As the hot steam rises around him, it occurs to him that he hasn't found a way yet to make the shower accessible to Darren, and he doesn't really know how to solve that problem. But he's sure they'll figure something out.

 

 

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