Exposure (9 page)

Chapter Eleven

Perspective

I drove Jeremy home to pack a bag and let his roommates know of his intentions.

When we got to his room he threw a duffle bag on the bed and said, "I'll pick, you pack, okay?"

He opened his drawers and started throwing stuff onto the bed, which I proceeded to pack carefully in the duffle bag; a couple of shirts, a pair of sweatpants, two pairs of jeans. An image flashed in my head of Jeremy's ass in those jeans. I felt my cock harden; four pairs of boxer briefs--okay, even harder--then a funny looking red leather hoop with beads on it.

"What is--" I looked up to see him watching me with a funny half smile on his face.

"It's a cock ring, Martin."

"Oh." I blushed, immediately picturing it wrapped tightly around Jeremy's gorgeous cock. "Jesus."

Then he threw something else on the bed; a long, copper colored silicone string with bumps along its length that started small and gradually increased in size. "Are those--?"

"Anal beads," he said with a molten look. "They're for you."

I stared at him, my cock a steel rod in my pants now.

"And last but not least." He threw a pair of black leather wrist cuffs onto the pile.

I stared at them, my breathing quickening. "Those are for you, right?"

He limped over to where I stood by the bed, staring down at the toys. He reached out the hand that wasn't holding the cane and rubbed my straining hard-on through my jeans. I whimpered and grabbed his hand, pressing it firmly against me and closing my eyes.

"That depends," he said breathlessly.

"On what?" I asked, my eyes still closed.

"On how well you can follow instructions," he whispered, leaning in and licking my neck.

On the way home we stopped at his pharmacy to pick up his medication. While we awaited our turn I grabbed a box of condoms off the shelf.

"I'm running low for some reason." I smiled.

"Don't buy more," he said.

"What?"

"I hate condoms. I know I don't have anything and I'm not worried about you."

I stared at him. "Are you sure?" Jesus, he was getting me worked up in the goddamn pharmacy.

He nodded. I put the condoms back.

When it was his turn the pharmacist got a blue cardboard box from the fridge and placed it in front of us. "That's one fifty-two, forty-seven."

Jeremy handed over his Visa.

"I thought your mom's insurance covered it."

"Well, it covers ninety percent. She wrote me a check for the rest."

"Oh. Good."

The pharmacist put it in a bag and handed it to Jeremy. "Thank you. Make sure you keep it refrigerated."

On the way home, Jeremy had explained that the company that made the drug was going to send a nurse to teach him how to do the injections. "They're different from the ones I was doing before. It should be easier and hopefully less painful. But I have to do it every day, which kind of sucks."

When we got to my place he called the drug company, telling them he had the medication. Twenty minutes later, the nurse called and told him she would be here in two hours.

"Crap, that was fast," I said.

The nurse arrived right on time. She was a pretty little thing with black curly hair, green eyes, and a friendly smile.

"Hi there. Which one of you is Jeremy?"

He smirked and pointed at me.

"Very funny," I said. "That's Jeremy." I nodded at him and shook her hand. "I'm Martin."

"Nice to meet you, Martin." She shook Jeremy's hand. "Hi Jeremy. I'm Kelly."

"Hi, Kelly."

She took off her coat and boots and we went upstairs.

"Can I get you a coffee or anything, Kelly?" I asked.

"No thanks. I'm good." She smiled and placed her bag by the sofa in the living room.

I started to move away and they both looked at me. "Where are you going?" Jeremy asked.

Kelly said, "You should probably watch, Martin, in case he ever needs help with this."

"Okay." I sat down nearby.

"Have you ever given yourself an injection before?" She asked Jeremy.

He nodded. "I was taking the intramuscular shot for awhile."

"The once-a-week one? And why did you stop?"

"Well, it hurt like hell and I felt like I had the flu for the whole day after."

"Usually those side effects diminish after a few months."

He shrugged. "Yeah, well, they didn't."

She smiled. "Well, this is subcutaneous, so it won't hurt as much. It
will
sting though, especially at first. But you won't get those flu-like symptoms. There
is
a very small chance of an immediate post-injection reaction."

"Yeah, I read that. What exactly happens?"

"Right after some people have the shot, they get tightness in their chest, heart palpitations, sweating, dizziness. It can be frightening but it generally only lasts for ten or fifteen minutes. It only happens to about ten percent of people and it doesn't happen after every shot. It never happens with the first shot--usually about three or four months in for some reason."

"Okay."

"After the intramuscular injections, this should be a piece of cake." She smiled. "Did you take one of the needles out of the fridge when I called?"

He nodded.

"You'll probably want to take five at a time and put them in the travel case in your cupboard. Then you'll always have a needle ready to inject. Never inject one right from the fridge. The medication needs to be at room temperature."

"Okay."

"I have a whack of stuff here for you..." she took some leaflets out of her bag, what looked like a placemat, an ice pack, a couple of small blue cases, and a funny looking square rubber thing with straps on it.

"That's so you can practice first. I have a needle with saline in it that we can use." She showed us. "Jeremy, attach that thing around your thigh so the square bit's on top."

He did.

"Okay, so you want to pinch a bit of skin between your thumb and forefinger, about an inch." She demonstrated. "And then in one smooth, firm motion sink the needle in quickly." She did so.

"Ow," Jeremy said.

She looked at him like he was crazy.

"Kidding."

"Smart ass," I muttered.

He stuck his tongue out at me. I just shook my head.

"Then release the skin and depress the plunger in an even motion." She finished. "Okay, Jeremy. Your turn."

He took the needle from her and repeated her actions.

"Good. Martin?"

I moved closer and took the needle she offered me. I sat beside Jeremy and took the fake skin of the practice injection site between my fingers.

"Oh, baby..." Jeremy murmured and I glanced quickly at Kelly. She seemed to be trying not to laugh.

I glared at Jeremy. "Knock it off. I'm trying to concentrate."

"Just stick it in, Martin," he said innocently, looking at me with his big brown eyes.

I jabbed the needle into the practice rubber and he said, "Oh, yeah." and I wanted to deck him. But now I was trying not to laugh.

"Good," Kelly said. "You can take that off and get me your needle."

He took off the pseudo injection site and gave it back to Kelly.

"Oh, wait, I forgot." She looked at her list. "I have to go over injection sites with you first. And I need to check your skin." She glanced at me, then back at Jeremy. "We can do it in private..."

"He's seen it all before."

Kelly grinned.

"Nice," I muttered, settling back on the sofa.

"You'll need to take your pants and shirt off, Jeremy."

He quickly stripped to his black boxer briefs and I'm pretty sure Nurse Kelly enjoyed the show as much as I did, although she pretended not to look. Her cheeks flushed and she cleared her throat when he sat back down next to her.

"It's very important, since this is a daily injection, that you rotate sites. Otherwise you can get hard masses under your skin or dimpling on the surface."

He nodded.

"There are seven sites, one for each day of the week. That gives each site a full week to recover before the next injection. And within each site there are different areas. Make sure you rotate sites each day and areas each week." She turned to Jeremy. "So, upper arms, from here to here," She showed us. "Upper thighs, here to here." She moved the cotton of his boxer briefs up to show how far up the injections could go. Jeremy and I exchanged looks. "Belly..." she touched the skin around his navel. "Not too close to your belly button but you can go all around here." She glanced up at him and smiled. "You don't have much fat here, or anywhere for that matter. Might make it a bit tricky. But you have great skin."

"Thanks." He looked at me. "Martin, I have great skin."

"I know."

"Could you please stand up, Jeremy?"

He did. She stood behind him and lowered the waistband of his briefs to expose the tops of his buttocks. "And here and here." She touched the area on his hips just above. "Where most people have saddle bags. You're in great shape, Jeremy. Which is great, but a bit of extra fat helps with the injections."

"Is that permission to eat more steak?"

"Absolutely." She laughed. "Okay, ready to do your first shot?"

"Sure." He went to the kitchen and brought Kelly the needle. "Where should I do it?"

"It doesn't matter. Thighs are probably the easiest to self inject." She went through the pile of handouts and lifted up a DVD. "This is a great teaching tool. It shows you techniques for self-injecting the more difficult areas. Or Martin could do those."

Jeremy nodded and sat down on the sofa.

"There are alcohol pads like this with your needles." She ripped the packet open. "Clean the area first. Make sure you have a cotton ball for after." She held one up.

I paid close attention as Jeremy removed the needle from the package.

"Okay so pinch about an inch of skin between your fingers..."

He did so, and before she said anything else he jabbed the needle in perfectly.

"Good, now release the skin and get that good stuff into you."

"Expensive stuff," he muttered as he depressed the plunger.

"I'm sure you're worth it," she said quietly. "Withdraw the needle and apply the cotton ball for a few moments."

He did as instructed.

"Is it stinging?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"That's normal. You'll want to put an ice pack on it for five or ten minutes."

"I'll get one." I went into the kitchen and brought one wrapped in a tea towel to him. He and Kelly were looking at the injection site, which had begun to redden and swell slightly.

"That's normal," she said. "Hold the ice pack on it for awhile and it'll feel better."

"Feels like a bee sting."

"Mmm hmm." She looked at him. "Oh, geez, you can put your shirt back on now."

He shrugged and I swear to God he winked at the poor woman. "I'm not cold."

She cleared her throat again. "Okay, well, I need to hang around and check you in about twenty minutes. Is there a washroom I can use?"

While Kelly was using the washroom I sat beside Jeremy and kissed his bare shoulder. "So?"

"Piece of cake." He grinned.

After the twenty-minute check, Kelly seemed satisfied that he wasn't going to have an allergic reaction and gathered her things.

"Good luck, Jeremy. Martin."

"Bye, Kelly. Thank you," I said.

"You have very soft hands," Jeremy added and she almost dropped her bag.

"Okay, well, take care..." She blushed.
Oh, baby, I know
.

We burst out laughing after I closed the door.

"What a sweetheart," I said.

"She did have really soft hands."

"Go put your shirt on you little tease."

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Chapter Twelve

Alignment

After lunch, Jeremy went to lie down for a while. I put his bag in the bedroom.

"I'll make you some tea and a sandwich when you wake up."

"Careful, Martin. I may never leave."

"Perhaps that's the plan." I closed the door and left him to himself.

I decided to go downstairs and put together Jeremy's portfolio. I finished printing out the pictures and brought them upstairs to examine at leisure. I wanted to look it over again before I gave it to him; partly to check the professional quality of the prints, but mostly for selfish purposes. The knowledge of his disease gave me a different perspective.

He seemed even more beautiful in the pictures now. I suddenly had an image of him, standing before me with his cane, confident and so sexy. I wondered if I could show that in a photograph. I was sure I could. But I didn't know if he would like the idea or be pissed at me for suggesting it.

And, yes, looking at the photos still made me hard. But I had to leave him alone, at least for a while. He needed to rest. My thoughts wandered back to the toys he brought with him. They tempted me to no end, but I thought we should save the game playing for after he made a complete recovery.

I was just putting on another pot of coffee when I heard him calling me from the bedroom.
Crap!
I dropped the coffee scoop, spilling grounds everywhere, and rushed into the bedroom, terrified that he couldn't get out of bed or he had reacted to the shot.

"What's wrong?" I said, entering the bedroom.

When I saw the lazy grin and relaxed look on his face, I realized I overreacted.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry." He rolled onto his side and the sheet slid down, revealing his lack of clothing. "I just missed you."

"Jesus Christ, Jeremy. You almost gave me a heart attack."

"Come over here and stop being a pussy. I'm fine. "

"Don't you want some tea?"

He shook his head very slowly and stared at me. I could see that tea was the last thing on his mind.

"Come here," he said again, and there was no fucking way I could resist. His auburn hair was mussed from sleeping and his brown eyes were dark and full of mischief.

I peeled off my shirt, pushed my jeans down and stepped out of them, leaving on just my navy boxer briefs. My cock was already at attention. I crawled across the bed and put my lips to his. His mouth opened and I slipped my tongue inside.
God, his mouth!
His mouth could do things to me that no other man's mouth ever had. I mean, kissing, just kissing, another man had never, ever been like this. Call it chemistry or whatever, but his mouth on mine felt right, perfect. We pulled apart and stared at each other.

"Wow..." he whispered, and he seemed suddenly vulnerable and open and taken aback at this intensity between us that just kept getting stronger.

"I know," I said. I kissed him again and it was the same. His hands came up and wove into my hair, pulling me against him.

My body aligned with his. I reached my hand down beneath the sheet and felt him, hot and hard and wet for me. I groaned into his mouth and pressed my own erection against his hip. I pumped his cock with my fist a couple of times, making him groan. Then I moved down his body, kissing and licking him on the way. He ran his fingers through my hair, saying my name softly, his eyes closed and his mouth open in anticipation. I pulled the sheet aside and bent to kiss the tip of his cock, licking the moisture away and causing him to groan loudly.
God, I love that sound.
I licked and kissed all the way along his firm shaft until I had him shivering and begging.

"Please...Martin...stop...teasing..."

I laughed. I took him in my mouth, wrapping my lips around him and sucking, hard. He moaned and bucked up against me. "Oh, yeah...fuck!"

I moved up and down over him, one hand holding the base of his cock firmly, the other gripping his thigh. He took his hands off my head. When I looked up I saw that he had grabbed onto the bars of the headboard behind him. He watched me with excited eyes. "Oh God," he whimpered. "Fuck, don't stop."

He didn't have to worry about that. Seeing him like this, knowing that my actions caused him this pleasure, exhilarated and aroused me. I pressed my own cock into the mattress as I worked him with my mouth and tongue. He completely abandoned himself to my ministrations, groaning and writhing and thrusting up against me. I took his entire length into my mouth. When his tip hit my throat he cried out, "Jesus!" and moaned loudly, his breath coming in little pants.

I moved back up his length, swirled my tongue around the tip, and plunged back down, groaning deep in my throat. He must have felt the vibration; he thrust into me, panting my name. He was close and I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to taste him and swallow whatever he could give me. I took my mouth off him for a moment while I dribbled some spit onto my fingers. I knew what would send him over the edge. He saw this and inhaled a sudden breath. I resumed sucking him and carefully pushed two fingers slowly inside him.

He gasped and couldn't keep still. "Oh, fuck, oh, yeah...Jesus...Jesus...Jesus..."

I looked up. His head was thrown back, his hands gripping the headboard so hard his knuckles were white.

I took him all the way in, moaning so my throat would vibrate against him, and I pushed my fingers deep, rubbing his prostate again and again. He yelled out loudly and exploded in my throat. His cock pulsed and twitched, shooting his warm liquid into me. I swallowed it all, moaning and keeping his orgasm going for as long as I could. It was so unbelievably hot, his giving and my taking. When he rode out the pleasure he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up to kiss me with gratitude and awe. I kissed him back fiercely, my own passion barely contained.

"Mmm, you taste like sperm," he said against my lips. "Jesus Christ, coming in your pretty mouth is...beyond incredible." He reached down and slipped his hand under the waistband of my now wet boxers, making me gasp. "Looks like you enjoyed it too." He wrapped his hand around me and pumped my cock a few times.

"Keep doing that..." I said. He grinned and rubbed the copious pre-cum along my length, stroking me. This wouldn't take long. I braced myself on my arms over him and closed my eyes, thrusting gently into his hand.

"Jesus, you're gonna come so hard in a minute," he said, the words and the tenor of his voice so erotic. "I can feel it. You're almost there, aren't you?" I whimpered and nodded. His hand felt so good on my cock, slippery and warm and moving a little faster now.

"Fuck...Jeremy..." I moaned. One, only two more strokes and I came. I opened my eyes and stared into his beautiful brown gaze as I groaned and quivered in his hand, releasing over and over into his firm grip. He pulled the orgasm out of me, staring at me, watching me come like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. When I finished and he let go, I whimpered at the loss of his touch.

"Jeremy," I murmured. "I think I love your hand as much as your mouth."

He laughed and pulled me into a tight embrace. "Just wait until you feel my cock in your ass..." he said in my ear. I trembled as my dick gave a little twitch.

"Oh fuck," I said.

After we cleaned up, I made a pot of tea. We sat at my little dining table, drinking tea and enjoying the companionable silence. Then Jeremy said in a quiet and sincere voice, "Thank you, Martin."

I looked at him curiously. "For what?"

"For letting me stay here. It's so quiet and calm and...I don't know. I just feel comfortable here."

I smiled. "I'm glad. I like having you here."

"Really?" He looked as though he didn't believe me. "Sometimes, people who've lived alone for awhile prefer being alone."

"I like having you here," I repeated.

He smiled.

After lunch, he sat on the sofa and got out his notebook. I finished reading the newspaper and then realized I'd never given him his portfolio. I went and got it and sat down beside him. He looked up from his writing.

"I finished this." I held it out to him.

He put down his notebook and took the folder from me. He opened it and started going through the photos. About midway through, a wide smile emerged on his handsome face. He looked up at me.

"These are fantastic. I picked the right photographer."

I nodded, embarrassed. "Thanks. Why
did
you pick me?"

He smiled. "I liked your name."

"Really?"

He nodded. "Also, your studio is close to where I work. Speaking of which, I need to call them and get my shifts switched around again. If I can take a few more days off, I'll be able to really rest up." He pulled his cell phone out of his messenger bag and started pressing buttons.

I got up and left him alone, taking my laptop into the bedroom. But I left the door open. I spent some time looking over some pictures I took in the Gatineau Hills a few weeks earlier when the fall leaves were at their peak. Nature photography was my hobby and joy; I indulged in it whenever possible. After a little while, I heard footsteps and the light thump of Jeremy's cane. He peeked into the bedroom.

"Looking at porn?"

I rolled my eyes. "Not unless it's tree porn."

"Okay, this I've gotta see." He came in the room, leaned his cane against the wall and crawled onto the bed, sitting close beside me. We seemed unable to bear having any distance between us. We were physically drawn into each other's orbit and couldn't, didn't want to, fight it.

"Did you take those?" he asked, examining the photos on the screen.

I nodded.

"They're beautiful."

"Thank you."

"You really have an eye for beauty, don't you?"

I looked him over from head to foot, deliberately obvious, and nodded. "Mm hmm."

"Fuck. Me." He whispered, his eyes widening.

I laughed. "Jeremy, I'm not making a pass at you. But I do think you're beautiful."

He looked confused. "Why aren't you making a pass at me?"

I stared at him. "Jeremy. You need to rest. You said so yourself."

"I had a two hour nap."

"Jeremy."

"Okay, okay. I won't jump you till after supper. Anyway, I want to do some more writing."

I watched as he grabbed his cane and started to leave. My eyes drifted to his perfect ass as I asked, "What are you writing?"

He stopped and looked back at me. "Erotic poetry. About you."

He turned and left me sitting there with my mouth open and my cock hardening in my pants. Again.

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