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Tripp’s a little jumpy when he gets home, darting back and forth between the kitchen and living room to grab me a drink, himself a drink, clean up, and who knows what else.
“Bad day?” I ask.
“No, why?” Tripp starts to sit, pats his pockets and looks toward the kitchen with a frown before bolting in that direction for his phone.
“You’re making me dizzy with all this up and down. Just sit and relax,” I tell him.
He sits at the opposite end of the couch, but rather than slouch into it like he usually does his spine is ramrod straight, eyes darting around the room. “Where are you crutches?”
For the last several days, I’ve used them to take a little of the burden off my ankle while walking, but I’ve finally made enough progress to ditch them completely. “The therapist said as long as it wasn’t uncomfortable, I could walk without them.”
“Hmm.” Tripp nods. “So, you’re better?”
“Getting there. They aren’t ready to let me try skating yet, but I have the green light for standing and walking.”
“You probably don’t need me to help you out anymore then.”
Fuck. I didn’t see that coming, even though it’s a logical assessment. Truthfully, I think we both know I never needed him to take care of me, we just went along with that ruse since it was a convenient excuse to have him stay. I could be honest and tell him I like having him around, though I think that would be worse than admitting I can take care of myself.
“Who would rub my ankle when it’s sore?” I ask with mock seriousness, hoping my flirty tone implies there’s a legitimate reason for him to be here.
“Doesn’t your physical therapist do that?”
“It doesn’t have the same results.” I take a page out of his playbook and look pointedly at my crotch. Even though it feels deceitful to use sex to get him to stay, my gut tells me he’ll respond to that, buying me time until he’s ready to hear the truth about my feelings.
A wicked gleam flashes over his eyes. “Are you saying sex is crucial to your recovery?”
“I mean, it can’t hurt. Right?”
“As long as you’re not fucking me up against the wall on that ankle, which is all I can picture now, dammit.” Whatever was on his mind earlier is clearly a thing of the past as he practically vibrates in his seat.
“Or you could fuck me up against the wall.” I hold my breath as I wait for his response.
“You evil bastard,” he whispers, shaking his head slowly back and forth.
My shoulders slump. “You don’t like that idea?”
“I fucking love that idea. I’ve wanted your virgin hole for so long. You know I’d never turn down a chance to get inside that beautiful round ass of yours.” His eyes are so hooded with lust they’re barely more than little slits, which makes my cock swell visibly inside my shorts.
Pulling a packet of lube from my pocket, I toss it to him and arch my brow suggestively.
“Now who’s the boy scout?” he smirks.
“I learned from the best.”
“Get naked,” he demands, and I damn near rip my shorts trying to get them off. “Lie back and put one foot on the floor. The other over the back of the couch.”
Doing as he says, I find myself spread wide open, my thick cock resting against my stomach, rising and falling with each anxious breath. Tripp scoots between my legs and rubs his palm up my thigh, between my pecs, and over my stomach. His finger grazes my shaft in the process and it lurches at the slight touch. Aside from a tiny grin, Tripp doesn’t acknowledge the effect he has on me. He just keeps rubbing his hand over my heated skin, like he’s savoring every contour, committing it to memory.
His touch isn’t overtly sexual, but it makes me tingle everywhere. It wakes up my senses, coaxing me into a state of heightened arousal. And while I’m sure the gentle touch is for my physical comfort, it soothes my heart at the same time.
Whether he intends to or not, he’s caressing me like a lover would, like he cherishes me and wants to take care of me. He’d be mortified to realize the emotions he’s creating inside my soul, but I can’t bring myself to be the bigger man and call this off before I fall for him irrevocably. Even if it leaves me heartbroken in the end, I want to experience this moment with him.
Gradually, he inches lower, fingers grazing over my taint, between my crack. My ass clenches involuntarily, both eager for and leery of the coming intrusion. As usual, Tripp seems to sense how I feel.
“Relax,” he says as he opens the packet of lube and spreads some over his fingers. “This will feel strange at first, maybe even a little uncomfortable. Don’t fight it. I promise it’ll get better, and you’ll love it.”
I gasp as the cool gel on his fingers comes into contact with my skin, exhaling slowly as he draws circles around my puckered hole. It’s not entirely unpleasant actually. There's a faint quiver deep inside my groin, which makes a bit of precum seep from my slit.
