Learning to Walk, a City Hospital Novel (18 page)

“I love you,” Kit said fondly. “Even when your brain goes offline.”

He melted in place. “You love me?”

“Well, sure.” Kit nodded, smiling. “You didn’t know that?”

He shook his head. He knew Kit cared about him. But not how much exactly.

“Well, now you do.” Kit gave him a crooked smile. “So there.”

He smiled and slid their lips together. He was beginning to believe it, to believe in it. That this wasn’t because of their patient/therapist relationship at all. That had only brought them together.

“I love you, too,” he said softly. He had for a while now, he thought.

“Oh, thank God.” Kit held him close and Neil could feel Kit’s heart pound. “That makes it so much better.”

“It does.” And he needed to get his act together and help Kit out -- he could feel Kit’s prick, hard and insistent, poking at his hip.

“Know what’s even better?” Kit asked, like he had a big secret to share.

“What?”

“Sex.” Kit whimpered. “Help me out here. Just a little.”

Neil thumped Kit in the arm. “It’s your own fault, you know.”

“How is that even possible?” Kit said, laughing. “You’re the one who jumped to the end!”

“You’re the one who touched me. I kind of lose my mind when you do that.”

“Aw. That’s sweet.” Kit kissed him. “If I promise not to touch, do you think you can help me out, then?”

“No, I came, so now you can touch me and I won’t totally lose it.” He wrapped his hand around Kit’s cock. “This good? Or you want me to taste?”

“It’s all good.” Kit licked his lower lip. “All of it. But I want to fuck.”

“Let me do this first.” Because even just thinking about fucking could derail him again. And then he’d be two up on Kit, and that wouldn’t be fair.

“Are you keeping track in your head again?”

“It isn’t fair if I get all the orgasms.”

Kit laughed weakly. “Okay, then. If you say so. Can I have one?”

“That’s what I’m trying to do -- just don’t mention fucking again until you’ve had your turn, okay?” He started sliding his hand along Kit’s prick, enjoying the heat of it on his palm, the weight of it.

“But there’s going to be f... that? Right?” Kit’s hips shifted, and his voice caught at the end of the final word.

Neil groaned, ignoring the way his cock rubbed against Kit’s hip. “I hope so. If you want. Are you ready?” The thoughts popped out of him, as if he was too busy concentrating on how good Kit’s cock felt to monitor his mouth. He started wriggling down Kit’s body; he knew how to shut himself up.

“I’ve been ready for ages.” Kit was panting, and his hands were restless on Neil’s shoulders.

Neil left kisses on Kit’s body as he moved down, lips touching one sweet little pink nipple, then Kit’s navel.

“You’re going to drive me completely insane,” Kit whispered. “Then we’ll have to start a whole new kind of therapy.”

Neil giggled. “I’m not qualified for that kind, so we’re good.”

He turned his head down, looking Kit’s prick right in the eye, so to speak, then bent enough to lick the tip.

“Neil.” Kit growled the name, and his cock lifted on its own. “Don’t tease, please.”

“I’m not teasing, I’m tasting.”

Kit huffed out a laugh. “You’re going to be tasting a lot in a couple of minutes, if you’d only hurry up!”

He took his time, despite Kit’s urging him to speed things along. He wanted to take his time, to explore Kit’s dick. So that’s what he did.

Kit whined. At least, he made a lot of noises, a lot of them clearly exasperated. There were happy noises, too, and a lot that sounded like Neil’s name. When Kit pulled Neil’s hair, he said he was sorry, though he didn’t sound very sincere. Neil blew a raspberry against Kit’s balls at that point.

“Hey!” Kit yelled, laughing. After a pause he said, “Do that again.”

Now Neil was the one laughing. He did it again but against the base of Kit’s prick this time.

“That is so weird!” Kit’s hips rocked. “But it feels really neat.”

“Weirdo,” Neil accused fondly. Then he took the head of Kit’s cock into his mouth, sucking gently.

“Oh. Oh, yeah. That’s...” Kit’s voice trailed off into a happy moan.

Neil took a bit more in, using his hand to jack the bottom half as he softly sucked on the top.

Kit’s hips lifted in tiny little rocking motions, like he was worried to move too much or thrust too deeply. “Yes, please. Just like that.”

A part of Neil admired the movements for their own sake -- that Kit had enough control to do that at all. Then he went back to full concentration on what he was doing, pulling at Kit’s cock.

“Oh. Oh!” Kit’s hands were grasping at the bedspread. “So close. Oh.”

He took a little more in and increased his suction, wanting to make it really good.

“Neil!” Kit cried out and jerked up, his hips lifting and his abs curling as his shoulders came off the bed. He came in shudders that wracked his body, pushing into Neil’s mouth with hard thrusts.

Neil managed to swallow most of Kit’s come, the rest dripping from the corners of his mouth as he tried not to gag from too much in his mouth. He smiled when Kit was done, pulling off and wiping his face.

“Sorry,” Kit gasped. “Oh, wow.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. Flattering.”

Kit panted a little more, clearly working on getting his breath back. “Okay. Kiss me.” He reached for Neil, insistent.

“You’re so pushy.” Not that this was anything new, but Neil figured it bore repeating. He crawled back up to lie close, brushing their lips together briefly in a teasing kiss.

“I know. You’re a saint for putting up with me.” Kit kissed him back, his arms sliding around Neil to cuddle him close.

“I’m not sure I’d go so far as to say saint. Maybe just a minor one.” He put his head on Kit’s chest, listening to the beat of his lover’s heart.

“Do they having minor saints?” Kit’s fingers carded through Neil’s hair. “I’m glad you’re here.”

He shrugged, his body sliding along Kit’s. “Don’t know. Not Catholic. There’s minor deities, though, so why not saints? I can be the patron saint of pushy, recovering gay dudes.” He looked up and smiled at Kit. “And me too. Am glad, I mean. That we’re here together.”

Kit nodded and kissed the tip of Neil’s nose. “You feel good,” he whispered. “Against me. Warm.”

“You too.” He brushed their lips together again, before turning it into a deeper kiss, his tongue sliding slowly into Kit’s mouth.

Kit let him in and deepened the kiss. His hands were roaming over Neil’s skin again, petting and caressing, like he couldn’t get enough.

“Revving me up again.” Neil wasn’t quite sure if he meant it as a warning or a promise.

“Good.” Kit tweaked one of Neil’s nipples and soothed it with a soft hand. Then he did it again. “I want you.”

He jerked against Kit, gasping softly. Nodding, he rubbed his cock along Kit’s hip. “Who in who?”

“Whatever.” Kit reached down and touched him, tracing Neil’s cock with warm fingers. “Whatever you want. You can be the pushy one this time,” he teased.

“Then I want to do you.” He leaned down and whispered into Kit’s ear. “When you can walk on your own, you can fuck me through the mattress.”

He felt Kit shudder a tiny bit, just a jerk of his body that Kit clearly couldn’t control. “Yes,” Kit hissed, barely above a whisper. “I will. Now I want you in me.” He nodded.

“You have the slick stuff, right?” He half raised his head, looking in the general direction he thought he remembered Kit pointing out at the beginning of this encounter.

“Uh-huh.” Kit shifted and gestured to the nightstand. “In the drawer.” He ran his hand down Neil’s body and cupped his balls. “Can you reach?”

This needy little sound came out of him. God, Kit was sensual -- it was good. He hadn’t been touched like this in too long. “Not if you do that.”

“Are you sure?” Kit chuckled softly and then let him go. “How about now?”

“Yeah, I think I can get it now.” He stuck his tongue out at Kit and got off the bed, going to the little nightstand and pulling out the drawer. He grabbed the stuff they needed, noting that the bottle of lube was jumbo sized. Raising an eyebrow he turned to look at Kit, holding the bottle out.

“I am an optimist.”

He laughed and tossed the bottle at Kit. “Think fast.”

Kit’s hand flashed up and he caught it in a tight hand. “Like a ninja.”

“I thought ninjas were stealthy?” He moved back onto the bed and pushed at Kit, encouraging him to turn over onto his side.

“And fast! I was fast, see?” Kit rolled, laughing. “The stealthy part is beyond me.”

“And crazy. I think you’ve got that part covered, too.” He slid his hand over Kit’s ass cheeks.

“You like the crazy. And the pushy, but I won’t tell anyone about that part.” Kit shivered and pulled a pillow around for support.

“I like it all,” he admitted. Kit was definitely his own person, and Neil appreciated that. He pushed a finger between Kit’s cheeks, rubbing the wrinkled skin where Kit’s hole was. He was going to be inside there, inside Kit. The thought made him shiver in anticipation.

“Oh.” Kit sighed and shifted back a little, the small of his back arching.

“Let me get the lube -- I just wanted to feel for a second.”

“Feel away. I’m not going to complain.”

Neil almost pointed out that Kit had whined when he’d taken his time exploring during the blow job, but decided not to. He kind of liked the complaining -- it was just another part of who Kit was.

Kit’s back arched again, and his ass moved, almost rocking. He made a pleased sound and looked back at Neil with a smile. Neil smiled back and got his fingers all slick -- a little more slick than he’d planned, really, but it was hard to just get a bit of lube out of the giant-sized bottle. Then he reached for Kit’s ass again, sliding his fingers over the puckered little hole, getting it wet.

Kit made a soft sound and nodded, then curled around the pillow. “Yes,” he whispered. “Feels good so far. Slow is good.”

“What was your favorite thing? Before the accident, I mean?” He pushed his index finger against Kit’s hole, then across it, then just barely in, then across, then in, and across.

“Sex, you mean? Oh, man. Hard to think.” Kit gave a short laugh. “Uh, rubbing off until I was almost shooting, then getting a mouth on me. And fucking on the couch, ‘cause moving to the bed would take too long.”

“Have you done this a lot?” He slid his finger into Kit, the heat and tightness incredible. And the softness. It amazed him how soft Kit felt inside.

“Not lately.” Kit moaned quietly. “Oh man.”

“You have done this, though, right?” Maybe Kit didn’t switch hit like he did after all.

“Yes.” A laugh burbled up out of Kit and then another moan. “Yes, I’m fine. It’s good. I like it. Keep doing that.”

“Okay, good. Good.” He pushed his finger in deep and slid it almost out before pushing it in again. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on doing Kit with his finger.

Kit almost purred. The sounds he was making all curled together into a low hum of approval that gave out all the right signals. Neil worked in a second finger and started rocking with Kit, his cock rubbing against Kit’s back.

“Yeah,” Kit whispered, his hips moving back to meet Neil. “Neil. Yes. More, honey.”

“Yes. Another finger, okay?” He knew the prep was the most important thing. If they got this right, the rest would flow.

“Ready.” Kit’s ass flexed around his fingers and relaxed a little more.

He pulled all his fingers out, added more lube, and then pushed all three in. Kit’s hole opened for him.

“Oh God, yes.” Kit pushed back, not even waiting for him. “Good.”

Neil laughed, the sound husky because he was also close to moaning.

“Don’t stop. Okay? Don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping, oh pushy one.” He wriggled his fingers around inside Kit, and then began sliding them in and out.

“You like pushy,” Kit gasped out. He braced his hands on the bed and started moving, riding Neil’s fingers.

“I do. I didn’t think I did, but you changed my mind.” Neil let Kit do most of the work, and focused on opening and closing his fingers.

Kit made more noises, some of them really, really good and loud. When those happened, Kit would stop and enjoy what was going on before moving again. For a man who’d spent so long being relatively still, he was getting fairly athletic about things. Finally he looked back, his face flushed. “Neil. Please?”

Neil nodded. Between the way his cock was rubbing on Kit’s skin and the noises Kit was making, he was pretty damn hard himself, and he could feel the need to rut in his balls. He slipped his fingers out and grabbed the condom, wishing he’d thought to open it before his fingers had become all slippery.

Kit whimpered. It might not have technically been a whimper, but it was certainly a whine. “Need help? I can help.”

He handed over the stupid package. “My fingers are too slippery.” It would be fine for putting it on, but not so fine for actually opening the little packet.

Kit unceremoniously tore the wrapper open and passed the rubber back. The wrapper got tossed into the corner, and Kit flopped down, pushing his butt back. “Ready!”

Neil found himself laughing again and decided that he liked it -- it made sex that much better to be laughing with your partner. He smoothed down the condom and couldn’t resist teasing. “Are you sure?”

“Fuck me!” Kit yelled, starting to giggle. “I’m reasonably sure I’m ready.”

“Yeah, and I’m reasonably sure that if I don’t do you soon you’re going to explode.” He giggled, too, lining up and rubbing the head of his cock against Kit’s tiny hole.

“In me,” Kit said, drawing out the “me” to be “meeeeeeeeee.” He wiggled back impatiently.

“No, here I get to be pushy. You be patient.” He wanted to feel this.

Kit made a noise that may have been a grunt or even a snort. “I’ll try.”

“You don’t have a choice.” He got a hold of Kit’s hip and pushed his leg between Kit’s. That gave him the leverage he needed to slowly push in.

Kit gasped and went still under him, though his hips seemed to twitch a tiny bit, like he was trying not to push back. “Oh, man.”