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was, he wasn t even back to fucking his boyfriend. For a moment, he forgot about
everything except how wrong that was and started working Sully s shorts off. He d
missed Sully s body so much: the strong, freckled shoulders, the flat belly, the tight
ass, the lanky legs, the dick that made him crazy.
Sully stopped kissing him just long enough to stand up and shuck his shorts, briefs
going with them. Naked, he knelt down beside the couch and kissed Denny again, hot
and hard, working Denny s shorts open with both hands. Denny was so focused, he
plumb forgot to be careful of his leg. He had a hand full of Sully s cock and was
remembering how good it felt inside him when he instinctively lifted his hips to let
Sully pull down his shorts, digging his heels into the couch.
Motherfucker! He ripped his mouth away from Sully s and only a whole lot of love
reminded him to let the hell go of Sully s dick before he arched in pain.
Sully pulled back right quick and sat up. What happened? Shit. You okay, sugar?
Denny sagged back onto the couch, all interest gone. Right. What the fuck was he
doing feeling sexy and good when he was, no kidding, a wreck? Yeah, I m fine, he
snapped, struggling to regain a little dignity. Just. Fucking. Perfect.
He pushed himself up and tried not to whimper at the pain in his leg. How the hell
was he supposed to tell Sully that if he d come home for sex, he shouldn t even bother
unpacking?
You got anything you can take for it? Sully asked.
I already did. This is me on the pills. Denny covered his face with his hands. This
is why I wanted you to just stay out there on the circuit. So you wouldn t have to
bother with this shit.
Sully folded his arms across his chest, glaring down at Denny. Yeah? You sent me
off to hustle for some dumb motherfucker who can t find his ass with both hands an a
flashlight, much less the goddamn gas pedal, while you were back here poppin in and
out of the hospital, cause you didn t want me to have to bother with fuckin you
while you were hurtin ?
Well, when you put it that way, it sounds like a damn good idea, don t it? Denny
would have thrown a pillow at Sully, but he couldn t spare one. God damn it, why did
Sully have to argue while he was naked? The sight of Sully was making Denny all
messed up in the head, leaving him half-angry and half-hard in spite of all the pain.
No, it damn well does not! Sully turned around, stalking off toward the kitchen.
Well, you explain to me how you playin my momma is gonna pay our goddamn
mortgage, Denny shouted after him. My insurance only goes so fucking far, Sully,
and last thing I need anyway is reminding every day that I fucked things up for us.
He grabbed for his crutches because he was sure as hell done talking to Sully and not
sticking around for a fight that wouldn't be happening if Sully'd just stayed where he
belonged: far away from Denny's problems.
Your momma s prettier n me by half, Sully ground out, an I m gonna punch you
in the goddamn face, if you don t shut the hell up about that crash bein your fault.
What d you want for dinner?
I m not hungry. The medicine made Denny feel sick; fighting with Sully made it
worse. Crashing was my fault. He levered himself up off the couch. Whole point
of driving is not fucking crashing. He leaned heavily on the crutches, making for the
stairs -- so many damn stairs -- so he could go wash. Not like he could have a shower.
It hadn t even been that bad a crash. Sure, Denny had been kind of crunched up in the
car for a bit with his legs pinned tight, twisted up at a funny angle until the rescue
team cut him out. But then he d slid free and waved off the paramedics. Sully had
been right there, reaching for him, and it had taken everything Denny could muster
right then to keep from kissing Sully on the mouth, he d been so glad to be out of the
car with all his pieces intact. He d leaned on Sully and they d walked off the field
together. They d even had a laugh in the ER, and the world had seemed pretty fine
when they d left to go find a bar.
Denny hitched himself toward the stairs. He was never going to forget what came
after. Sure, he d hurt all over. It had been bad, but Denny could take pain. He d
thought he could. Two beers in, he d started to shake. Then he d puked everywhere.
By the time the ambulance showed up, he d been screaming. Screaming that hadn t
stopped until they knocked him out so they could cut him open from knee to ankle,
trying to save his leg. Denny stopped at the bottom of the stairs, leaning on his
crutches, and tried to muster up the nerve to go up. He was so out of nerve, anymore.
Sully sidled up next to him, but now he had his shorts back on. Hey, sugar. You
goin t clean up?
Yep. Denny took a breath and put his good foot on the step, ignoring the way the
healing skin on his thigh tugged. PT makes me sweat. Made his eyes tear up and his
head hurt, too, but he wasn t admitting to that. He wanted a shower so bad, something
to soothe the pain in his shoulders and neck.
Clenching his jaw, he made it up the first step. According to the doctors, he was
supposed to do this on his ass, but he d be damned if he was going to let Sully see him
hooching around the house like a baby. There was only so much indignity Denny
could take.
Let me help? Sully sounded like Denny s pain was hurting him.
I m okay. Denny tried to make himself look like it hurt less. He even gave Sully a
smile over his shoulder. It s got a lot better since I got out. You wanna help, you
could get back to walking around in the all-together.
Not gonna let me carry you on up like a brand new bride? Sully got himself up in
front of Denny and gave him a smile. Promise I ll give you a damn good weddin
night.
Lord, but Sully just about broke Denny s heart some days; there wasn't enough room
in Denny's chest for loving Sully so hard and feeling so lucky all at once.
If I could keep my half of that rightly, I d say yes. Denny leaned on his crutches,
trying not to crumple under the regret he was feeling. But I can t, so I think you best
go wait for your dinner to get here. I have to do this on my own the rest of the time,
anyhow.
Sully sighed and nodded, slipping past Denny to head back down the stairs.
Upstairs in the bathroom, Denny did his best to make himself stink a little less. He
still smelled of blood and struggling flesh and disinfectants, no matter what he did. It
had only been a few weeks and already he was going soft, his skin starting to sag a
little over his ribs, showing them too much and thickening below them at his waist.
Twenty-five and already washed right the hell up. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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