Jay backs the rental truck into the reserved space in front of the apartment building, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Even after multiple trips between apartments today, he still hasn't gotten used to the truck's unwieldy size. Therese, riding shotgun, watches his overcautious parking job, the look she shoots at him from under her black lashes conveying nothing but pity.
"Well, at least that's the last time I've had to witness this," she quips, hopping out and stretching her arms toward the sky, her black shirt rising up, exposing white skin.
Spring has freed the city from winter‘s icy grasp, with lush bright green emerging in every crack in the asphalt, and mild temperatures during the last days. It took several months for Darren and Jay to find a suitable new home, central enough in the city for both of their commutes to be smooth, with an elevator and rent they could both afford. Despite Darren's significantly higher salary, the additional costs for his personal care assistants had set a firm ceiling on their budget.
The new apartment is on the first floor of an old building with a new elevator, situated on a busy street. It has a bedroom large enough for the huge bed they bought on a joint shopping trip, though only the mattress has been delivered so far, which is going to be a challenge during the next few days, as Jay fears. The apartment already came with a kitchen they could take over from the previous tenant, now remodeled with a lowered, wheelchair-accessible sink. Most importantly, though, and hard enough to find, it has a bathroom spacious enough for Darren to maneuver inside with his electric wheelchair. He can access the sink and the shower easily, and Chris installed a shower bench and a few grab bars to make it all work seamlessly.
The days of peeing behind curtains, as Darren had put it, were definitely over.
As Jay exits the rental truck, Elmer emerges from the building's entrance, clipboard in hand. He's taken charge of the moving operation with surprising efficiency, treating it like one of his engineering projects. "Last haul?" he calls out.
"Should be all of them," Therese answers before Jay can open his mouth. "Labeled 'Darren's bedroom' and 'cellar,' whatever he kept in there."
"Perfect." Elmer makes a note, then waves Rhys and Julek over from where they've been sharing a cigarette by the building's bike racks. "Let's get these upstairs before we lose the daylight."
Together they move the last boxes from inside the truck to the elevator and then upstairs where Darren maneuvers his chair between stacked boxes with practiced precision.
"Khristina hasn't been back yet?" Jay asks Darren, his stomach growling audibly.
How long has it been? Jay had sent Khristina with her car to the nearest takeaway to get pizza for the entire starving group. With her being the most responsible person in the group, or so Jay had thought, he’d expected her to be back already. Maybe that’s just the hunger talking though.
Darren jerks his head in a no. The whole lot has been up since early morning, moving boxes into the truck and out, trudging up and down the stairs to catch up with the full elevator more times than Jay can count. While Darren has mostly stuck to the new apartment, directing traffic, he looks the most exhausted of all of them, even though he's trying not to show it. But Jay can see it in the way he winces as he moves, the fingers of his left hand curling tighter around the armrest, his lips pressing into a thin line.
Jay is not the only one quietly suffering here, he realizes.
"Why don't you sit on the couch and make sure Chris doesn't attempt to install bars on every patch of wall he finds?" Jay asks Darren and kisses him gently on the forehead. The fact that Darren doesn't call him out on the obvious ruse but turns the wheelchair around to head to the living room is final proof that Jay was right about his exhaustion.
When Khristina finally arrives with a tower of pizza boxes balanced in her arms, the apartment still looks far from homey, with boxes stacked against all walls, but Jay's couch is already at its designated place and Chris has almost finished assembling the coffee table. They gather around the slightly wobbly table, some sitting down on the couch like Darren, others perched on boxes. Chris sits cross-legged on the floor, looking perfectly comfortable. Elmer comes in last because he finished installing the lamps in the kitchen, as he proudly informs Jay.
Jay gives him a thumbs up, a little preoccupied with stuffing his face.
As they eat, Jay observes his friends, almost all of them assembled in Darren's and his new apartment. What an unlikely group they are, and still, just as with Darren and him, they seem to get along remarkably well. It makes a warm feeling spread in his chest watching them. Rhys and Julek are arguing over some football-related topic, but it seems more engaged than heated. Rhys throws his head back laughing at a remark by Julek, the glitter in his fake eyelashes catching the light, and Julek smiles with satisfaction at him, his piece of pizza momentarily forgotten in his hand. Elmer and Khristina talk shop about electrical installations, both of them wolfing down cheese-crusted pizza like they haven't eaten in days. Chris peppers Darren with questions about future modifications of the bathroom, and it turns out Darren dreams of somehow incorporating a bathtub. Jay can see the gears turning in Chris's brain already and he reaches out instinctively to steady Darren's plate on his lap, which starts to slide down as Darren's legs quiver beneath it. Their eyes meet, and Jay catches Darren's brief smile before it vanishes beneath a spasm's grip.
"Thanks for helping out, you guys," Jay says not much later, seeing everyone out by himself while Darren said his goodbyes from the couch already, too exhausted to transfer under too many watchful eyes. Jay expresses their heartfelt gratitude while trying to keep things brief so that Darren can finally get some rest.
"We count on you for hosting the next gaming session," Elmer laughs, clapping Jay's back warmly.
Jay nods. "You're all invited," he says, meeting Therese's eyes at that who shrugs but looks secretly pleased by the inclusion.
Julek exchanges telephone numbers with Rhys and promises to keep everyone updated once he's back in Poland in a few weeks.
"Give my greetings to Chelsea," Jay tells Julek. Chelsea had to attend a family event today, but she had sent a bunch of bright yellow tulips through Julek, now sitting in a vase on Darren's and Jay's new kitchen table.
Julek hints at the possibility of coming back for a job once he's graduated, and Jay notices Rhys's hand brushing down the side of Julek's arm as they both turn to go, together. He says goodbye to Chris last, sending him off with a bag of leftover pizzas and a genuine smile. As he closes the door to a suddenly quiet and unfamiliar apartment, the reality hits him.
This is it. Though far from finished, this space is designed specifically for their life together—waking up in the same bed in the morning, going to sleep together in the evening. They'll host parties here, play video games on their couch, argue about a new color in the bedroom and try to cook a breakfast in the kitchen that rivals Chelsea's honeymoon treatment.
Darren's substantial form is slightly sunken in the couch, his head lifting tiredly as Jay steps back into the room. His wheelchair is parked what seems like miles away, completely unreachable for him, and Jay automatically goes to retrieve it for Darren.
"Jay..."
Darren's voice is barely above a hoarse whisper, and his hand on his knee merely twitches, but Jay catches on immediately, placing his own hand above it to quell the spasm. Warm and soft. With a sigh he sinks onto the couch next to Darren.
"How are you?" Jay asks, and knows it's unnecessary when Darren grunts, his eyebrows furrowed, the lines in his face outlined sharply by the harsh light from the naked lightbulb in the middle of the room.
Darren's throat works laboriously. "How are you?" he finally manages, his tongue slow around the words, his head unsteady as he turns to look at Jay, his dark eyes unnervingly focused despite his fatigue.
"Um..." Jay kneads Darren's hand. There’s so much he can’t fathom, can’t control. His head’s swimming with everything that changes now, for both of them, everything that still needs to be done, everything that could or may happen in this apartment, in the next days or months or years to come, and how they'll cope with it, good or bad. He opens his mouth but no words come out and he follows Darren's weak tug at his hand to his lips, sinking into their warmth and Darren's calm breath and the feeling of his fingers twitching against his back, until there's something unraveling within him, a shuddering breath escaping.
"Better?" Darren whispers against Jay's lips, his eyes still resting on Jay, and Jay swallows, nodding. "Good," Darren says. "Let's go to bed."
Jay retrieves the wheelchair then, helping Darren transfer, supporting more of his weight than usual without comment. As they lay on the mattress on the floor, Darren having managed to get down ungracefully after quite some negotiations with his uncooperative limbs, Jay places his head on Darren's chest, feeling his body quiver underneath him, and has fallen asleep before Darren can summon the focus required to say good night.
"Well, at least that's the last time I've had to witness this," she quips, hopping out and stretching her arms toward the sky, her black shirt rising up, exposing white skin.
Spring has freed the city from winter‘s icy grasp, with lush bright green emerging in every crack in the asphalt, and mild temperatures during the last days. It took several months for Darren and Jay to find a suitable new home, central enough in the city for both of their commutes to be smooth, with an elevator and rent they could both afford. Despite Darren's significantly higher salary, the additional costs for his personal care assistants had set a firm ceiling on their budget.
The new apartment is on the first floor of an old building with a new elevator, situated on a busy street. It has a bedroom large enough for the huge bed they bought on a joint shopping trip, though only the mattress has been delivered so far, which is going to be a challenge during the next few days, as Jay fears. The apartment already came with a kitchen they could take over from the previous tenant, now remodeled with a lowered, wheelchair-accessible sink. Most importantly, though, and hard enough to find, it has a bathroom spacious enough for Darren to maneuver inside with his electric wheelchair. He can access the sink and the shower easily, and Chris installed a shower bench and a few grab bars to make it all work seamlessly.
The days of peeing behind curtains, as Darren had put it, were definitely over.
As Jay exits the rental truck, Elmer emerges from the building's entrance, clipboard in hand. He's taken charge of the moving operation with surprising efficiency, treating it like one of his engineering projects. "Last haul?" he calls out.
"Should be all of them," Therese answers before Jay can open his mouth. "Labeled 'Darren's bedroom' and 'cellar,' whatever he kept in there."
"Perfect." Elmer makes a note, then waves Rhys and Julek over from where they've been sharing a cigarette by the building's bike racks. "Let's get these upstairs before we lose the daylight."
Together they move the last boxes from inside the truck to the elevator and then upstairs where Darren maneuvers his chair between stacked boxes with practiced precision.
"Khristina hasn't been back yet?" Jay asks Darren, his stomach growling audibly.
How long has it been? Jay had sent Khristina with her car to the nearest takeaway to get pizza for the entire starving group. With her being the most responsible person in the group, or so Jay had thought, he’d expected her to be back already. Maybe that’s just the hunger talking though.
Darren jerks his head in a no. The whole lot has been up since early morning, moving boxes into the truck and out, trudging up and down the stairs to catch up with the full elevator more times than Jay can count. While Darren has mostly stuck to the new apartment, directing traffic, he looks the most exhausted of all of them, even though he's trying not to show it. But Jay can see it in the way he winces as he moves, the fingers of his left hand curling tighter around the armrest, his lips pressing into a thin line.
Jay is not the only one quietly suffering here, he realizes.
"Why don't you sit on the couch and make sure Chris doesn't attempt to install bars on every patch of wall he finds?" Jay asks Darren and kisses him gently on the forehead. The fact that Darren doesn't call him out on the obvious ruse but turns the wheelchair around to head to the living room is final proof that Jay was right about his exhaustion.
When Khristina finally arrives with a tower of pizza boxes balanced in her arms, the apartment still looks far from homey, with boxes stacked against all walls, but Jay's couch is already at its designated place and Chris has almost finished assembling the coffee table. They gather around the slightly wobbly table, some sitting down on the couch like Darren, others perched on boxes. Chris sits cross-legged on the floor, looking perfectly comfortable. Elmer comes in last because he finished installing the lamps in the kitchen, as he proudly informs Jay.
Jay gives him a thumbs up, a little preoccupied with stuffing his face.
As they eat, Jay observes his friends, almost all of them assembled in Darren's and his new apartment. What an unlikely group they are, and still, just as with Darren and him, they seem to get along remarkably well. It makes a warm feeling spread in his chest watching them. Rhys and Julek are arguing over some football-related topic, but it seems more engaged than heated. Rhys throws his head back laughing at a remark by Julek, the glitter in his fake eyelashes catching the light, and Julek smiles with satisfaction at him, his piece of pizza momentarily forgotten in his hand. Elmer and Khristina talk shop about electrical installations, both of them wolfing down cheese-crusted pizza like they haven't eaten in days. Chris peppers Darren with questions about future modifications of the bathroom, and it turns out Darren dreams of somehow incorporating a bathtub. Jay can see the gears turning in Chris's brain already and he reaches out instinctively to steady Darren's plate on his lap, which starts to slide down as Darren's legs quiver beneath it. Their eyes meet, and Jay catches Darren's brief smile before it vanishes beneath a spasm's grip.
"Thanks for helping out, you guys," Jay says not much later, seeing everyone out by himself while Darren said his goodbyes from the couch already, too exhausted to transfer under too many watchful eyes. Jay expresses their heartfelt gratitude while trying to keep things brief so that Darren can finally get some rest.
"We count on you for hosting the next gaming session," Elmer laughs, clapping Jay's back warmly.
Jay nods. "You're all invited," he says, meeting Therese's eyes at that who shrugs but looks secretly pleased by the inclusion.
Julek exchanges telephone numbers with Rhys and promises to keep everyone updated once he's back in Poland in a few weeks.
"Give my greetings to Chelsea," Jay tells Julek. Chelsea had to attend a family event today, but she had sent a bunch of bright yellow tulips through Julek, now sitting in a vase on Darren's and Jay's new kitchen table.
Julek hints at the possibility of coming back for a job once he's graduated, and Jay notices Rhys's hand brushing down the side of Julek's arm as they both turn to go, together. He says goodbye to Chris last, sending him off with a bag of leftover pizzas and a genuine smile. As he closes the door to a suddenly quiet and unfamiliar apartment, the reality hits him.
This is it. Though far from finished, this space is designed specifically for their life together—waking up in the same bed in the morning, going to sleep together in the evening. They'll host parties here, play video games on their couch, argue about a new color in the bedroom and try to cook a breakfast in the kitchen that rivals Chelsea's honeymoon treatment.
Darren's substantial form is slightly sunken in the couch, his head lifting tiredly as Jay steps back into the room. His wheelchair is parked what seems like miles away, completely unreachable for him, and Jay automatically goes to retrieve it for Darren.
"Jay..."
Darren's voice is barely above a hoarse whisper, and his hand on his knee merely twitches, but Jay catches on immediately, placing his own hand above it to quell the spasm. Warm and soft. With a sigh he sinks onto the couch next to Darren.
"How are you?" Jay asks, and knows it's unnecessary when Darren grunts, his eyebrows furrowed, the lines in his face outlined sharply by the harsh light from the naked lightbulb in the middle of the room.
Darren's throat works laboriously. "How are you?" he finally manages, his tongue slow around the words, his head unsteady as he turns to look at Jay, his dark eyes unnervingly focused despite his fatigue.
"Um..." Jay kneads Darren's hand. There’s so much he can’t fathom, can’t control. His head’s swimming with everything that changes now, for both of them, everything that still needs to be done, everything that could or may happen in this apartment, in the next days or months or years to come, and how they'll cope with it, good or bad. He opens his mouth but no words come out and he follows Darren's weak tug at his hand to his lips, sinking into their warmth and Darren's calm breath and the feeling of his fingers twitching against his back, until there's something unraveling within him, a shuddering breath escaping.
"Better?" Darren whispers against Jay's lips, his eyes still resting on Jay, and Jay swallows, nodding. "Good," Darren says. "Let's go to bed."
Jay retrieves the wheelchair then, helping Darren transfer, supporting more of his weight than usual without comment. As they lay on the mattress on the floor, Darren having managed to get down ungracefully after quite some negotiations with his uncooperative limbs, Jay places his head on Darren's chest, feeling his body quiver underneath him, and has fallen asleep before Darren can summon the focus required to say good night.
***
The next morning, Jay hums softly as he searches through boxes placed in the kitchen, trying to find their plates, cups, and perhaps a skillet to fry some eggs—which seems increasingly hopeless. He's opened several boxes, placing their contents on the counter in no particular order.
The growing state of clutter isn't exactly helping, yet Jay can't help but feel elated.
It had been their first night in their new home, and as such, it had been utterly uneventful. Jay had slept like a stone, and after the exhausting day before, Darren had too—at least as far as Jay can tell.
But they are in their shared apartment, and Jay feels like he couldn't possibly be any happier.
Morning sunlight streams through the uncurtained windows, and Jay squints as he surveys the chaos, sighing slightly. The hum of Darren's wheelchair motor joins, and Jay glances over his shoulder, grinning when he sees Darren maneuvering toward him.
"Need help with something?" Darren asks, his voice still rough from sleep, his left hand hovering unsteadily over the joystick.
Jay chuckles, shaking his head. "Not unless you've got a hidden talent for sniffing out the coffee machine from these boxes."
Darren parks himself near the counter, his sharp gaze wandering over the tumultuous space, calmly assessing. "You know," he says thoughtfully, tapping one finger on his armrest, "I think this is the perfect day to eat out." The corners of his lips twitch.
Jay laughs and bends down to kiss Darren. "You're probably right," he mumbles against Darren's lips.
Darren hums approvingly and leans in to deepen their kiss. His left arm hooks around Jay's waist and pulls him closer until Jay is straddling him in the chair.
"Slept well?" Jay asks, carding his fingers through Darren's hair, his forehead resting against Darren's as he lightly scrapes his scalp.
He breathes in everything that is Darren—familiar, steady.
"Did you manage alright this morning?" Jay adds after a beat, thinking about the missing bedframe and the mattress on the floor from which Darren had to transfer to his wheelchair.
Darren's answer is a shrug with closed eyes, clearly having put all of this behind him already. He growls with satisfaction as Jay nips at his lower lip. He shifts to kiss Jay deeply, his lips firm yet warm, and Jay feels his body melt further into Darren's lap, soft little moans escaping as Darren's tongue traces the roof of his mouth.
Darren pulls back slightly, breath quickened. "Very hungry?" he asks, eyes dark.
Not anymore.
With a shake of his head, Jay pulls off the shirt he slept in and leans closer, letting Darren lick and suck at his nipples until they're red and erect. He gasps when Darren lightly bites them, breathing hot against Jay's skin.
"Hold on." The wheelchair gives a jerk as Darren returns his hand to the joystick. Jay grabs the headrest with one hand, the other curling around the back of Darren's neck. The journey is brief; Jay feels the edge of their new kitchen table pressing against his back as they resume kissing.
Darren pulls back to catch his breath once more. "Get up, turn around," he rasps, words clipped both due to heated impatience and increased spasticity.
Jay complies immediately. He feels Darren's unsteady hand grapple at his back, attempting to pull down his boxer shorts, and aids him from the front until they pool at his ankles. The cool morning air raises goosebumps along his legs, and his knees tremble with anticipation.
"You're incredibly hot, you know," Darren murmurs behind him, his left hand shivering up Jay's thigh before coming to rest on Jay's left buttock, squeezing slightly. Jay shudders, moving to touch his already erect cock, but only once—Darren makes a warning sound in the back of his throat, and it's enough for Jay's arm to fall back to his side.
There's the sound of Darren grunting and his chair squeaking as he adjusts in his seat. The next time Darren speaks, he's much closer, having moved to the edge of his seat, his left arm slinging around Jay with the back of his hand resting against Jay's stomach.
"So perfect. Gonna make you feel so good, babe." Darren peppers Jay's back with kisses between words, his beard tickling softly against Jay's skin, his lips warm. His mouth leaves scorching trails along Jay's spine that make Jay mewl and squirm. Jay's hands wrap around the table's edge, squeezing.
How Jay longs to move back against Darren, hungry for more contact.
He gasps, exasperated, when Darren's hand and lips withdraw.
"Bend forward," Darren requests, more softly, his tone almost questioning.
The kitchen table's surface is cold against Jay's naked skin, a contrast to his hard cock, but it barely registers in Jay's mind. He's focused on Darren's warm breath behind him, the soft kisses wandering down his back, and the hand squeezing his buttock.
More.
"You okay?" Darren asks hoarsely during a short pause. Jay momentarily forgets he's required to speak so Darren can understand him, nodding his head quickly, his cheek squeaking against the table's surface.
He swallows. "Yes, yes. Please, Darren..."
Chuckling, Darren braces himself against the edge of the table and moves further south. His kisses and licks circle Jay's entrance with slick hotness, and Jay bites the inside of his cheeks to keep from crying out with want, his cock dripping onto the table beneath him.
"Please, Darren, please..."
Then the tip of Darren's tongue plunges right in—wet, warm, and so soft. Jay gasps and shudders, his fingers scraping the table's surface for something to hold onto, fighting the urge to press back against Darren's tongue as it moves in and out rhythmically. Ragged moans fall from his lips; his eyes are closed, all senses directed to where Darren's tongue works its magic.
Nothing Jay had ever felt compared to this. He feels exhilarated, hot and cold, eager and impatient.
"Oh god, Darren... Fuck, how... Holy shit, don't stop!" Jay blabbers, his cock pulsing slowly between his body and the table, his legs quivering. He reaches back with one hand to hold himself open, giving Darren easier access. "So good, fuck!"
Darren's chuckle as he pulls away sends electric shocks through Jay's sensitive, wet entrance and up his entire spine. He howls in pleasure and loss simultaneously. "Darren, please..."
"I'm afraid..." Strained, breathless. "You gotta continue without me for a bit." Darren utters a poorly suppressed grunt, and Jay turns around in time to see him slump back against the wheelchair's backrest. Darren grimaces in pain as spasms run through him, his legs trembling as he tries to push himself back into a more supported position. He looks haggard, drawn out from leaning forward for so long, breathing quickly with the jolts running through his body. His right arm clenches at his side, but when Jay faces him, a wicked grin flickers across his face.
"Damn... you should see yourself," Darren rasps, his chest heaving. His left hand briefly twitches in his lap, but he seems to lack the energy to reach out. "God, you look beautiful... taken apart... like I've already done with you what I'd like to."
Swallowing, Jay feels himself blush even deeper. He brushes sweaty hair from his forehead and braces himself against Darren's armrest when a wave of sharp arousal makes him dizzy. "Whoa, what—what would that be?"
Chuckling weakly, Darren shakes his head. "You'll see. Maybe. Just... gotta preserve some energy, alright?"
Understanding dawns, and Jay sits back on the table, nodding. He gives Darren time, knowing he needs space to recuperate. When Darren's panting breaths have evened somewhat and he looks more at ease in his wheelchair—fingers no longer gripping the armrest white-knuckled—Jay places one naked foot on Darren's armrest and pushes back enough to reach down. He spits in his hand for lack of lube and continues where Darren left off, watching him as he does so, eyes half-lidded, quietly gasping at the sensation. Darren looks equal parts pained and smug, his left hand moving to press against his rising erection in his boxer briefs as he enjoys the spectacle before him.
"You're so damn gorgeous," Darren murmurs, his voice rasping with want. "Doing so well, babe. So proud of you."
Jay whimpers, feeling warm and loose, like he might soon melt into a puddle on the table. He doubles down on his efforts, feeling Darren's eyes on him the entire time, watching every shift, every catch of his breath.
"That's enough, well done," Darren growls after a while, when Jay has moved on to several fingers, moaning and quivering on the table's smooth surface. "Come here now." Darren tugs at the waistband of his boxer briefs and shifts in his chair, trying to free his erection.
After a moment of dazed hesitation, trying to catch up with reality and the feeling of emptiness, Jay reaches down to help Darren, whose left arm trembles with unsuccessful effort, his fingers gripping too weakly. Together they slip the fabric down enough, and Jay swallows at the sight of Darren's erect cock, his heart racing.
Damn. It still makes his mouth water every time.
Darren leans back slightly, his legs jumping faintly as he adjusts his position, his right arm clenching at his side. His eyes are hungry as they rest on Jay, though his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration.
Jay's lips quirk in a small smile, noting Darren's determination, his own excitement mingling with eagerness.
"Come here," Darren all but whispers, and as if he'd only been waiting for permission, Jay steps closer and turns around, backing up slowly until he's straddling Darren in the chair.
"Uh-huh, just like that," Darren murmurs as Jay reaches behind himself, aligning Darren's cock with his entrance. With a gasp, Jay sinks down, taking him in slowly, Darren stretching him perfectly.
So full.
Darren lets out a low groan, his legs spasming slightly as Jay begins moving, grinding back against him, hands braced on the armrests, the chair creaking beneath them. "Fuck, Jay... that's... you feel incredible."
They stay that way for a while, Darren's hand gripping Jay's hip as Jay moves, the pace slow and measured. But it isn't long before Darren growls softly, his hand tightening. "I need to be deeper. Need to be inside you properly."
Jay pauses, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Darren, his face flushed. "Yeah, okay, how—" Jay starts and falls silent as Darren's hand switches to grip his shoulder.
"Stand up with me. Slowly," Darren says, his eyes fixed firmly on Jay.
"Oh... okay..." Jay doesn't entirely manage to hide the hesitation in his voice.
They've sort of done this before, Jay remembers—Darren standing behind him, his hips moving more freely. Today, though, Darren is already exhausted; he's not at his best after the ordeal of moving. He's still trembling faintly with spasms; Jay can feel it just from sitting in his lap.
And Darren... Darren recoils at the tone in Jay's voice, his eyes flashing with steel.
By now, Jay knows what this means. It's not about Jay failing to perform properly, or being too slow or too dense to follow. This is about Darren.
Darren slips out as Jay scoots back to look into his boyfriend's eyes. "I really, really want this," Jay says, his fingers fiddling with Darren's shirt. "And I know you do too. At the same time, I want you to know that it's okay with me if it doesn't happen... Or... that it's alright if it doesn't work out exactly as planned. Maybe today it will, but not tomorrow..." He suddenly remembers what Darren told him about tiring more quickly, aging faster. What works now might not work for them in the future. "I'm okay with that, as long as you are. I need you to be comfortable."
A small smile plays around Darren's lips as he listens, then nods. "Noted," he says. "Are you finished?"
Jay shakes his head, and Darren cocks an eyebrow. Biting his lip, Jay continues: "And... and I want you to know that I trust you. So..." He quickly kisses a startled Darren, then turns his back to him again, gripping Darren's hand on his shoulder with his own. "On the count of three?"
They rise together, Jay making sure he moves slowly enough to give Darren's legs time to follow. Darren's arm trembles violently, but he doesn't lose his grip, and Jay reaches out instinctively as they stand, steadying Darren's hip, with Darren's chest pressed to Jay's back.
For a brief moment, Darren lets out a strained breath, his body swaying slightly before he stabilizes against Jay, then moves to brace himself on the sturdier table. "Thanks," Darren murmurs, his right arm clamping against Jay's side. "Perfect."
Reaching between them, Jay manages to guide Darren's tip to his entrance and gasps as Darren presses into him from behind. The table provides perfect support for both of them as Darren moves, his hips starting to snap forward in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Jay feels Darren's strength ebbing quickly, but his control makes each thrust count, drawing deep, shuddering moans from Jay.
Darren's breath comes in short, sharp bursts against the back of Jay's neck. His thrusts slow, his left hand gripping the counter so tightly that his knuckles turn white. Jay can feel the tension in Darren's body, the trembling in his legs as they bear his weight far longer than they're accustomed to.
"Darren," Jay whispers, worry creeping into his voice. He braces himself against the table, trying to shift his weight to ease the strain on Darren.
"Don't," Darren rasps, his voice rough but insistent. His right arm spasms at Jay's side, his hips bucking forward in shallow, uneven motions. "Almost there... just let me..."
Jay nods, his body arching instinctively to meet Darren's movements. The friction sends sparks up his spine, and he whimpers but stays relatively still, not wanting to throw Darren off balance or disrupt his carefully established rhythm.
With a strained groan, Darren's pace falters, then quickens again, growing erratic. His left hand slips briefly on the table before he catches himself, the tremor in his arm intensifying.
"Fuck... fuck, Jay," Darren growls, his voice breaking as he thrusts forward one last time, burying himself deep. His body shudders against Jay's, his hips jerking weakly as his orgasm overtakes him. A low, guttural groan escapes his lips, and Jay feels the heat of Darren's release inside him, the pulse of his climax radiating through both of them.
Darren sags against Jay's back, his chest heaving with effort, his left arm trembling so hard that Jay quickly reaches back to steady him. "Hey, it's alright," Jay murmurs softly, his own knees threatening to buckle under the weight. With his last strength, he guides Darren back down into his wheelchair, who lands in it like a wet and very heavy sack.
Sinking back onto the table, his head in his hands, Jay lets out a breathless laugh. Darren's lips curl into a lopsided grin, his head falling back against the headrest. "Holy shit," he says hoarsely, trying to settle in the wheelchair, his legs trembling incessantly. "That was something."
Jay looks up at him, his own body flushed. "Are you okay?" he asks, his hands hovering as if afraid to touch Darren too soon.
Darren nods, still catching his breath. "Better than okay," he says, his voice low and warm. "Geez... amazing, actually." His left arm quivers, and he sighs. "And a little wiped out."
Jay chuckles, leaning down to kiss Darren's glistening forehead. "Yeah? Can't think of a reason why," he mumbles, then rummages around in one of the boxes where he thinks he spotted some paper towels during his earlier search for coffee.
Darren's head tilts back, his chest still heaving. Jay crouches slightly to clean them both with a wad of paper towels, but his own arousal still thrums through his body, unfulfilled and insistent.
Darren's tired eyes flick to Jay's flushed face, then down to the still-hard cock twitching between his legs. A smirk tugs at Darren's lips, exhausted but undeniably knowing. "Don't think I haven't noticed," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with exhaustion yet laced with something else.
Jay's cheeks flush deeper. "I—don't worry about me," he stammers, though his hand brushes over himself reflexively, eliciting a shiver.
Darren grins. "I'm not worried at all." His left hand lifts weakly in an undefined gesture toward Jay. "I know you'll be just fine. Let me watch."
Jay hesitates for half a second, but the intensity of Darren's gaze kindles an insistent heat in his groin. Slowly, he leans back against the table and wraps his fingers around his length, mixing sweat and Darren's release as he begins to stroke himself.
Darren's grin widens slightly, his eyes gleaming despite the fatigue etched across his face, twitching with spasms. "God, so dirty," he murmurs, his voice low. "Good. Go slow. Let me see everything."
Jay bites his lip, the heat of Darren's attention igniting something molten in his core. He lets his hand glide over himself, spreading the slickness that still lingers on his skin, his hips arching slightly into his touch.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Darren breathes, his eyes tracking every movement. "Tighter grip, Jay. Yeah, just like that."
Jay's strokes quicken at the sound of Darren's encouragement, his head tipping back. The rhythm of his hand grows more desperate, his breaths coming in short gasps as his thighs tremble.
"Look at me," Darren rasps, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure clouding Jay's mind.
Jay's eyes snap open, meeting Darren's hungry gaze. The intensity there sends a fresh wave of arousal through him, and his core muscles tighten as he approaches the edge. "Close," he warns, his strangled voice sounding entirely foreign to him.
Darren shakes his head. "Not just yet..." he murmurs, his hand kneading his half-hard cock through his soiled pants. "Don't."
"Darren..." Jay's hand twitches as he clamps down at the base, stopping himself from coming. Frustration builds rapidly as he teeters on the edge. He's so close; he'd only need to hear Darren say the word, and he knows he'd come straight away, but Darren doesn’t seem to have that in mind. "Darren!"
"Hush... Doing so well," Darren coos, his voice tender. "Let me see you fall apart."
Shuddering, Jay pulls his hand away, afraid he can't comply otherwise, his breath coming in harsh gasps. His cock stands erect between his quivering thighs, the tip glistening with precome. "Please, Darren, please..."
"Yes, being such a good boy," Darren praises, and Jay whimpers, his head falling back. His cock jumps, but he doesn't come, and he digs his fists into his thighs to refrain from touching himself.
"Admit you liked it before, babe, me taking you on the table, with your ass presented to me so nicely."
Eyes wide, Jay stammers: "Yes, yes, I did."
Darren hums approvingly. "What a shame I can't really give it to you properly, huh?"
Jay shakes his head. "But you did, you did... You—"
Darren smirks, tipping the joystick with his fist, which makes the wheelchair jump forward, almost hitting Jay's shins. "Ah yes, I remember you like that as well... Me making an effort. Enjoyed seeing me struggle?"
Frowning, Jay stops his frantic head shake. "I don't think you did struggle. I think you were perfect. I like you being... strong, like that." He blushes and bites his lips, staring at Darren. "I like feeling your body over me, against me. I like the way you use it differently, I like the way you use me. I don't think of it as a struggle; I just think of it as... so hot." He blinks at Darren, who smiles now, so calmly it's slightly disconcerting.
"Very well. Thanks, babe," Darren whispers, his eyes darting away just for a fraction of a second before returning. "You've been a very good boy," he continues and shifts, his upper body leaning back slightly as he lifts his left arm with considerable effort, fingers stubbornly curled. Jay gasps as Darren's knuckles brush against his shaft—unrefined, halting.
The unexpected touch sends electric shocks through Jay's spine. He straightens up with a gasp, staring at Darren, not daring to continue speaking, his nerves singing.
Oh god he won’t last.
"Come for me now," Darren then orders softly, the back of his hand moving slightly against Jay's cock in what could be a caressing way. Jay's brain registers the movement of Darren's lips before deciphering their meaning.
With a strangled cry, Jay arches off the counter, pressing into Darren's trembling fist as his orgasm hits, his knuckles white around the table's edge. Hot streaks of come splash across his stomach and chest, and his legs nearly buckle beneath him as he rides out the waves of pleasure. His moans echo through the kitchen, blending with the low hum of Darren's satisfied laughter.
"Such a good boy," Darren murmurs, his tone soft but filled with pride, his fingers twitching over Jay's cock.
Jay punches out a laugh, realizing he's also crying only when he feels the wetness on his cheeks. He notices his legs giving out before he has a chance to react. He lands in Darren's lap, conveniently located right there, and buries his face against Darren's chest until his body stops shivering and goes slack.
"Are you alright?" Darren's low voice finally registers in Jay's brain, his fist continuing to rub imperfect circles between Jay's shoulder blades. Jay lifts his head, hesitates a second to assess if he really is, then nods and lets his cheek smudge back against Darren's chest.
“Just wiped out,” he mumbles, echoing Darren’s words from before.
Chuckling softly, Darren's hand lifts, and his fingers brush through Jay's damp hair, tousling it unintentionally.
"You know..." Darren says, his voice low and rumbling in Jay's ear. "I'm very glad you aren't gay."
"Hm...?" Jay doesn't even open his eyes.
"Yeah... I mean… there was a time I wished you were. Remember?"
Of course Jay remembers, clear as daylight. Their first jerk-off sessions in Jay's apartment, watching decidedly hetero porn from Jay's collection. How it had felt different from the start, with Darren next to him on the couch instead of Chris. And how it had dawned on Jay after a while that he was an idiot for not realizing earlier that his jerk-off buddy was gay as can be.
”It doesn’t matter now.” Darren muses, and kisses the top of Jay's head. "Because this is so much better anyway."
Jay grins.
The growing state of clutter isn't exactly helping, yet Jay can't help but feel elated.
It had been their first night in their new home, and as such, it had been utterly uneventful. Jay had slept like a stone, and after the exhausting day before, Darren had too—at least as far as Jay can tell.
But they are in their shared apartment, and Jay feels like he couldn't possibly be any happier.
Morning sunlight streams through the uncurtained windows, and Jay squints as he surveys the chaos, sighing slightly. The hum of Darren's wheelchair motor joins, and Jay glances over his shoulder, grinning when he sees Darren maneuvering toward him.
"Need help with something?" Darren asks, his voice still rough from sleep, his left hand hovering unsteadily over the joystick.
Jay chuckles, shaking his head. "Not unless you've got a hidden talent for sniffing out the coffee machine from these boxes."
Darren parks himself near the counter, his sharp gaze wandering over the tumultuous space, calmly assessing. "You know," he says thoughtfully, tapping one finger on his armrest, "I think this is the perfect day to eat out." The corners of his lips twitch.
Jay laughs and bends down to kiss Darren. "You're probably right," he mumbles against Darren's lips.
Darren hums approvingly and leans in to deepen their kiss. His left arm hooks around Jay's waist and pulls him closer until Jay is straddling him in the chair.
"Slept well?" Jay asks, carding his fingers through Darren's hair, his forehead resting against Darren's as he lightly scrapes his scalp.
He breathes in everything that is Darren—familiar, steady.
"Did you manage alright this morning?" Jay adds after a beat, thinking about the missing bedframe and the mattress on the floor from which Darren had to transfer to his wheelchair.
Darren's answer is a shrug with closed eyes, clearly having put all of this behind him already. He growls with satisfaction as Jay nips at his lower lip. He shifts to kiss Jay deeply, his lips firm yet warm, and Jay feels his body melt further into Darren's lap, soft little moans escaping as Darren's tongue traces the roof of his mouth.
Darren pulls back slightly, breath quickened. "Very hungry?" he asks, eyes dark.
Not anymore.
With a shake of his head, Jay pulls off the shirt he slept in and leans closer, letting Darren lick and suck at his nipples until they're red and erect. He gasps when Darren lightly bites them, breathing hot against Jay's skin.
"Hold on." The wheelchair gives a jerk as Darren returns his hand to the joystick. Jay grabs the headrest with one hand, the other curling around the back of Darren's neck. The journey is brief; Jay feels the edge of their new kitchen table pressing against his back as they resume kissing.
Darren pulls back to catch his breath once more. "Get up, turn around," he rasps, words clipped both due to heated impatience and increased spasticity.
Jay complies immediately. He feels Darren's unsteady hand grapple at his back, attempting to pull down his boxer shorts, and aids him from the front until they pool at his ankles. The cool morning air raises goosebumps along his legs, and his knees tremble with anticipation.
"You're incredibly hot, you know," Darren murmurs behind him, his left hand shivering up Jay's thigh before coming to rest on Jay's left buttock, squeezing slightly. Jay shudders, moving to touch his already erect cock, but only once—Darren makes a warning sound in the back of his throat, and it's enough for Jay's arm to fall back to his side.
There's the sound of Darren grunting and his chair squeaking as he adjusts in his seat. The next time Darren speaks, he's much closer, having moved to the edge of his seat, his left arm slinging around Jay with the back of his hand resting against Jay's stomach.
"So perfect. Gonna make you feel so good, babe." Darren peppers Jay's back with kisses between words, his beard tickling softly against Jay's skin, his lips warm. His mouth leaves scorching trails along Jay's spine that make Jay mewl and squirm. Jay's hands wrap around the table's edge, squeezing.
How Jay longs to move back against Darren, hungry for more contact.
He gasps, exasperated, when Darren's hand and lips withdraw.
"Bend forward," Darren requests, more softly, his tone almost questioning.
The kitchen table's surface is cold against Jay's naked skin, a contrast to his hard cock, but it barely registers in Jay's mind. He's focused on Darren's warm breath behind him, the soft kisses wandering down his back, and the hand squeezing his buttock.
More.
"You okay?" Darren asks hoarsely during a short pause. Jay momentarily forgets he's required to speak so Darren can understand him, nodding his head quickly, his cheek squeaking against the table's surface.
He swallows. "Yes, yes. Please, Darren..."
Chuckling, Darren braces himself against the edge of the table and moves further south. His kisses and licks circle Jay's entrance with slick hotness, and Jay bites the inside of his cheeks to keep from crying out with want, his cock dripping onto the table beneath him.
"Please, Darren, please..."
Then the tip of Darren's tongue plunges right in—wet, warm, and so soft. Jay gasps and shudders, his fingers scraping the table's surface for something to hold onto, fighting the urge to press back against Darren's tongue as it moves in and out rhythmically. Ragged moans fall from his lips; his eyes are closed, all senses directed to where Darren's tongue works its magic.
Nothing Jay had ever felt compared to this. He feels exhilarated, hot and cold, eager and impatient.
"Oh god, Darren... Fuck, how... Holy shit, don't stop!" Jay blabbers, his cock pulsing slowly between his body and the table, his legs quivering. He reaches back with one hand to hold himself open, giving Darren easier access. "So good, fuck!"
Darren's chuckle as he pulls away sends electric shocks through Jay's sensitive, wet entrance and up his entire spine. He howls in pleasure and loss simultaneously. "Darren, please..."
"I'm afraid..." Strained, breathless. "You gotta continue without me for a bit." Darren utters a poorly suppressed grunt, and Jay turns around in time to see him slump back against the wheelchair's backrest. Darren grimaces in pain as spasms run through him, his legs trembling as he tries to push himself back into a more supported position. He looks haggard, drawn out from leaning forward for so long, breathing quickly with the jolts running through his body. His right arm clenches at his side, but when Jay faces him, a wicked grin flickers across his face.
"Damn... you should see yourself," Darren rasps, his chest heaving. His left hand briefly twitches in his lap, but he seems to lack the energy to reach out. "God, you look beautiful... taken apart... like I've already done with you what I'd like to."
Swallowing, Jay feels himself blush even deeper. He brushes sweaty hair from his forehead and braces himself against Darren's armrest when a wave of sharp arousal makes him dizzy. "Whoa, what—what would that be?"
Chuckling weakly, Darren shakes his head. "You'll see. Maybe. Just... gotta preserve some energy, alright?"
Understanding dawns, and Jay sits back on the table, nodding. He gives Darren time, knowing he needs space to recuperate. When Darren's panting breaths have evened somewhat and he looks more at ease in his wheelchair—fingers no longer gripping the armrest white-knuckled—Jay places one naked foot on Darren's armrest and pushes back enough to reach down. He spits in his hand for lack of lube and continues where Darren left off, watching him as he does so, eyes half-lidded, quietly gasping at the sensation. Darren looks equal parts pained and smug, his left hand moving to press against his rising erection in his boxer briefs as he enjoys the spectacle before him.
"You're so damn gorgeous," Darren murmurs, his voice rasping with want. "Doing so well, babe. So proud of you."
Jay whimpers, feeling warm and loose, like he might soon melt into a puddle on the table. He doubles down on his efforts, feeling Darren's eyes on him the entire time, watching every shift, every catch of his breath.
"That's enough, well done," Darren growls after a while, when Jay has moved on to several fingers, moaning and quivering on the table's smooth surface. "Come here now." Darren tugs at the waistband of his boxer briefs and shifts in his chair, trying to free his erection.
After a moment of dazed hesitation, trying to catch up with reality and the feeling of emptiness, Jay reaches down to help Darren, whose left arm trembles with unsuccessful effort, his fingers gripping too weakly. Together they slip the fabric down enough, and Jay swallows at the sight of Darren's erect cock, his heart racing.
Damn. It still makes his mouth water every time.
Darren leans back slightly, his legs jumping faintly as he adjusts his position, his right arm clenching at his side. His eyes are hungry as they rest on Jay, though his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration.
Jay's lips quirk in a small smile, noting Darren's determination, his own excitement mingling with eagerness.
"Come here," Darren all but whispers, and as if he'd only been waiting for permission, Jay steps closer and turns around, backing up slowly until he's straddling Darren in the chair.
"Uh-huh, just like that," Darren murmurs as Jay reaches behind himself, aligning Darren's cock with his entrance. With a gasp, Jay sinks down, taking him in slowly, Darren stretching him perfectly.
So full.
Darren lets out a low groan, his legs spasming slightly as Jay begins moving, grinding back against him, hands braced on the armrests, the chair creaking beneath them. "Fuck, Jay... that's... you feel incredible."
They stay that way for a while, Darren's hand gripping Jay's hip as Jay moves, the pace slow and measured. But it isn't long before Darren growls softly, his hand tightening. "I need to be deeper. Need to be inside you properly."
Jay pauses, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Darren, his face flushed. "Yeah, okay, how—" Jay starts and falls silent as Darren's hand switches to grip his shoulder.
"Stand up with me. Slowly," Darren says, his eyes fixed firmly on Jay.
"Oh... okay..." Jay doesn't entirely manage to hide the hesitation in his voice.
They've sort of done this before, Jay remembers—Darren standing behind him, his hips moving more freely. Today, though, Darren is already exhausted; he's not at his best after the ordeal of moving. He's still trembling faintly with spasms; Jay can feel it just from sitting in his lap.
And Darren... Darren recoils at the tone in Jay's voice, his eyes flashing with steel.
By now, Jay knows what this means. It's not about Jay failing to perform properly, or being too slow or too dense to follow. This is about Darren.
Darren slips out as Jay scoots back to look into his boyfriend's eyes. "I really, really want this," Jay says, his fingers fiddling with Darren's shirt. "And I know you do too. At the same time, I want you to know that it's okay with me if it doesn't happen... Or... that it's alright if it doesn't work out exactly as planned. Maybe today it will, but not tomorrow..." He suddenly remembers what Darren told him about tiring more quickly, aging faster. What works now might not work for them in the future. "I'm okay with that, as long as you are. I need you to be comfortable."
A small smile plays around Darren's lips as he listens, then nods. "Noted," he says. "Are you finished?"
Jay shakes his head, and Darren cocks an eyebrow. Biting his lip, Jay continues: "And... and I want you to know that I trust you. So..." He quickly kisses a startled Darren, then turns his back to him again, gripping Darren's hand on his shoulder with his own. "On the count of three?"
They rise together, Jay making sure he moves slowly enough to give Darren's legs time to follow. Darren's arm trembles violently, but he doesn't lose his grip, and Jay reaches out instinctively as they stand, steadying Darren's hip, with Darren's chest pressed to Jay's back.
For a brief moment, Darren lets out a strained breath, his body swaying slightly before he stabilizes against Jay, then moves to brace himself on the sturdier table. "Thanks," Darren murmurs, his right arm clamping against Jay's side. "Perfect."
Reaching between them, Jay manages to guide Darren's tip to his entrance and gasps as Darren presses into him from behind. The table provides perfect support for both of them as Darren moves, his hips starting to snap forward in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Jay feels Darren's strength ebbing quickly, but his control makes each thrust count, drawing deep, shuddering moans from Jay.
Darren's breath comes in short, sharp bursts against the back of Jay's neck. His thrusts slow, his left hand gripping the counter so tightly that his knuckles turn white. Jay can feel the tension in Darren's body, the trembling in his legs as they bear his weight far longer than they're accustomed to.
"Darren," Jay whispers, worry creeping into his voice. He braces himself against the table, trying to shift his weight to ease the strain on Darren.
"Don't," Darren rasps, his voice rough but insistent. His right arm spasms at Jay's side, his hips bucking forward in shallow, uneven motions. "Almost there... just let me..."
Jay nods, his body arching instinctively to meet Darren's movements. The friction sends sparks up his spine, and he whimpers but stays relatively still, not wanting to throw Darren off balance or disrupt his carefully established rhythm.
With a strained groan, Darren's pace falters, then quickens again, growing erratic. His left hand slips briefly on the table before he catches himself, the tremor in his arm intensifying.
"Fuck... fuck, Jay," Darren growls, his voice breaking as he thrusts forward one last time, burying himself deep. His body shudders against Jay's, his hips jerking weakly as his orgasm overtakes him. A low, guttural groan escapes his lips, and Jay feels the heat of Darren's release inside him, the pulse of his climax radiating through both of them.
Darren sags against Jay's back, his chest heaving with effort, his left arm trembling so hard that Jay quickly reaches back to steady him. "Hey, it's alright," Jay murmurs softly, his own knees threatening to buckle under the weight. With his last strength, he guides Darren back down into his wheelchair, who lands in it like a wet and very heavy sack.
Sinking back onto the table, his head in his hands, Jay lets out a breathless laugh. Darren's lips curl into a lopsided grin, his head falling back against the headrest. "Holy shit," he says hoarsely, trying to settle in the wheelchair, his legs trembling incessantly. "That was something."
Jay looks up at him, his own body flushed. "Are you okay?" he asks, his hands hovering as if afraid to touch Darren too soon.
Darren nods, still catching his breath. "Better than okay," he says, his voice low and warm. "Geez... amazing, actually." His left arm quivers, and he sighs. "And a little wiped out."
Jay chuckles, leaning down to kiss Darren's glistening forehead. "Yeah? Can't think of a reason why," he mumbles, then rummages around in one of the boxes where he thinks he spotted some paper towels during his earlier search for coffee.
Darren's head tilts back, his chest still heaving. Jay crouches slightly to clean them both with a wad of paper towels, but his own arousal still thrums through his body, unfulfilled and insistent.
Darren's tired eyes flick to Jay's flushed face, then down to the still-hard cock twitching between his legs. A smirk tugs at Darren's lips, exhausted but undeniably knowing. "Don't think I haven't noticed," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with exhaustion yet laced with something else.
Jay's cheeks flush deeper. "I—don't worry about me," he stammers, though his hand brushes over himself reflexively, eliciting a shiver.
Darren grins. "I'm not worried at all." His left hand lifts weakly in an undefined gesture toward Jay. "I know you'll be just fine. Let me watch."
Jay hesitates for half a second, but the intensity of Darren's gaze kindles an insistent heat in his groin. Slowly, he leans back against the table and wraps his fingers around his length, mixing sweat and Darren's release as he begins to stroke himself.
Darren's grin widens slightly, his eyes gleaming despite the fatigue etched across his face, twitching with spasms. "God, so dirty," he murmurs, his voice low. "Good. Go slow. Let me see everything."
Jay bites his lip, the heat of Darren's attention igniting something molten in his core. He lets his hand glide over himself, spreading the slickness that still lingers on his skin, his hips arching slightly into his touch.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Darren breathes, his eyes tracking every movement. "Tighter grip, Jay. Yeah, just like that."
Jay's strokes quicken at the sound of Darren's encouragement, his head tipping back. The rhythm of his hand grows more desperate, his breaths coming in short gasps as his thighs tremble.
"Look at me," Darren rasps, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure clouding Jay's mind.
Jay's eyes snap open, meeting Darren's hungry gaze. The intensity there sends a fresh wave of arousal through him, and his core muscles tighten as he approaches the edge. "Close," he warns, his strangled voice sounding entirely foreign to him.
Darren shakes his head. "Not just yet..." he murmurs, his hand kneading his half-hard cock through his soiled pants. "Don't."
"Darren..." Jay's hand twitches as he clamps down at the base, stopping himself from coming. Frustration builds rapidly as he teeters on the edge. He's so close; he'd only need to hear Darren say the word, and he knows he'd come straight away, but Darren doesn’t seem to have that in mind. "Darren!"
"Hush... Doing so well," Darren coos, his voice tender. "Let me see you fall apart."
Shuddering, Jay pulls his hand away, afraid he can't comply otherwise, his breath coming in harsh gasps. His cock stands erect between his quivering thighs, the tip glistening with precome. "Please, Darren, please..."
"Yes, being such a good boy," Darren praises, and Jay whimpers, his head falling back. His cock jumps, but he doesn't come, and he digs his fists into his thighs to refrain from touching himself.
"Admit you liked it before, babe, me taking you on the table, with your ass presented to me so nicely."
Eyes wide, Jay stammers: "Yes, yes, I did."
Darren hums approvingly. "What a shame I can't really give it to you properly, huh?"
Jay shakes his head. "But you did, you did... You—"
Darren smirks, tipping the joystick with his fist, which makes the wheelchair jump forward, almost hitting Jay's shins. "Ah yes, I remember you like that as well... Me making an effort. Enjoyed seeing me struggle?"
Frowning, Jay stops his frantic head shake. "I don't think you did struggle. I think you were perfect. I like you being... strong, like that." He blushes and bites his lips, staring at Darren. "I like feeling your body over me, against me. I like the way you use it differently, I like the way you use me. I don't think of it as a struggle; I just think of it as... so hot." He blinks at Darren, who smiles now, so calmly it's slightly disconcerting.
"Very well. Thanks, babe," Darren whispers, his eyes darting away just for a fraction of a second before returning. "You've been a very good boy," he continues and shifts, his upper body leaning back slightly as he lifts his left arm with considerable effort, fingers stubbornly curled. Jay gasps as Darren's knuckles brush against his shaft—unrefined, halting.
The unexpected touch sends electric shocks through Jay's spine. He straightens up with a gasp, staring at Darren, not daring to continue speaking, his nerves singing.
Oh god he won’t last.
"Come for me now," Darren then orders softly, the back of his hand moving slightly against Jay's cock in what could be a caressing way. Jay's brain registers the movement of Darren's lips before deciphering their meaning.
With a strangled cry, Jay arches off the counter, pressing into Darren's trembling fist as his orgasm hits, his knuckles white around the table's edge. Hot streaks of come splash across his stomach and chest, and his legs nearly buckle beneath him as he rides out the waves of pleasure. His moans echo through the kitchen, blending with the low hum of Darren's satisfied laughter.
"Such a good boy," Darren murmurs, his tone soft but filled with pride, his fingers twitching over Jay's cock.
Jay punches out a laugh, realizing he's also crying only when he feels the wetness on his cheeks. He notices his legs giving out before he has a chance to react. He lands in Darren's lap, conveniently located right there, and buries his face against Darren's chest until his body stops shivering and goes slack.
"Are you alright?" Darren's low voice finally registers in Jay's brain, his fist continuing to rub imperfect circles between Jay's shoulder blades. Jay lifts his head, hesitates a second to assess if he really is, then nods and lets his cheek smudge back against Darren's chest.
“Just wiped out,” he mumbles, echoing Darren’s words from before.
Chuckling softly, Darren's hand lifts, and his fingers brush through Jay's damp hair, tousling it unintentionally.
"You know..." Darren says, his voice low and rumbling in Jay's ear. "I'm very glad you aren't gay."
"Hm...?" Jay doesn't even open his eyes.
"Yeah... I mean… there was a time I wished you were. Remember?"
Of course Jay remembers, clear as daylight. Their first jerk-off sessions in Jay's apartment, watching decidedly hetero porn from Jay's collection. How it had felt different from the start, with Darren next to him on the couch instead of Chris. And how it had dawned on Jay after a while that he was an idiot for not realizing earlier that his jerk-off buddy was gay as can be.
”It doesn’t matter now.” Darren muses, and kisses the top of Jay's head. "Because this is so much better anyway."
Jay grins.
***
Later, after showering together, with Chris' grab bars and other equipment proving to be just perfect, Jay helps Darren into fresh clothes. Not because Darren can't do it alone, just because Jay happens to be nearby since their clothes are in the same room now.
And Darren only blinks at him and doesn’t argue.
“All set?” Jay asks once he’s extricated Darren’s right arm from the sleeve of his hoodie and placed it back in Darren’s lap.
Darren jerks his head into a nod and moves his left hand toward the controls of the chair. But he doesn’t engage the motor. “How do you feel about all this?” he asks instead.
Although Darren is eyeing the messy room with the boxes and the mattress on the floor, Jay knows Darren’s question encompasses more than the current disarray and how they handled the move.
Exhaling softly, Jay sinks down on Darren’s armrest, the only sitting surface readily available. “I kinda think it will be alright,” he says, one hand playing with the short hair at Darren’s nape. “You?”
Shrugging minutely, Darren is silent for a beat, before he turns his head to face Jay. “Hm… I think it’ll be even better than that. A notch.” His eyes twinkle mischievously.
Returning his gaze to the room, Darren sighs dejectedly and continues in a different tone: “Don’t worry about unpacking my clothes. I’ll have someone over tomorrow to help me with that.”
Surveying the chaos as well, Jay smirks. “My clothes too?”
Darren‘s shoulders jump as he chuckles and tilts his head. “Hm… maybe?” His left hand manages to catch Jay’s, lifting Jay’s fingers to his lips. “If you behave.”
Biting his lips, Jay watches his fingers in Darren’s twitching grasp, and moans a little as Darren’s lips graze his knuckles. “Will we be skipping lunch too?”
Darren considers this for a moment. “Sushi?”
“Huh?”
“Our first delivery to this place. And it won’t get cold if we aren’t… finished by the time it arrives.”
“Yeah, right…” Jay’s senses are already clouding over as Darren starts sucking at one of his fingers. In order to eat later they need to make a phone call or at least order online now, on some level he knows, but on another he can’t help but slip his free hand down the back of Darren’s hoodie, feeling the plates of muscles shift under his palm. “Excellent idea,” he mumbles and leans down for a kiss.
THE END
Thank you Lovis, this was a perfect ending for the long story. I really enjoyed reading it over the months and years and was always looking forward to what would happen next. Thank you for ending this and not letting us down, as always! Take care and I hope to read from you again not too far away!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words! Means a ton to me! <3 Oh yes, Not Gay is the first story that I published here on the blog while writing it at the same time, with just a few chapters of backlog. I’m happy it worked out, I guess it’s always a bet :)
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DeleteI’m devastated it’s come to an end but wow, what a journey it’s been. I can’t thank you enough for keeping on posting this. I’m in love with these two, and the way you wrote their love story is something that will stay with me for a long, long time. Take care, and I hope to see another story from you on here in the future maybe
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the kind comment! I miss writing and publishing this story already :) There will be other stories, I’m already working on it. As long as you guys read them, I’ll write them, I guess.
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