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No secrets between besties.
They told her they didn’t want to upset me by asking more questions. They are so cute. I don’t mind talking about it, not anymore. Someday I will tell them more.
But not today.
Today we’re celebrating the fact Ryan’s getting stronger.
It’s a slow process. He gets tired easily. He’s still in pain, despite the painkillers. But he’s getting better, one day at a time, and his doctor is pleased with his progress.
That’s excellent cause for celebration. Every breath he takes, every single one of his heartbeats is cause for celebration.
Riddick, who cried in his sleep after seeing Ryan intubated and pale like a ghost on the hospital bed, winks at me. He scoots behind Ryan and nods.
I wink back, grinning from ear-to-ear. “Mission: Pleasuring Private Ryan” is under way.
But before we make our move, Secret Agent Fluff jumps between us, putting a small furry crimp in our plans.
Ryan snickers and pets Fluff who’s trying to climb on Riddick’s lap and stops to sniff his crotch. There’s a very substantial bulge there, and Fluff seems to take great interest in Riddick’s hard cock.
I can understand her fascination, but the way she presses her little nose to the length of his hard-on, making him curse, is so funny I start snickering, too.
Attempts to extract Fluff result in tiny, sharp claws digging partly into his hard-on—if Riddick’s yelp is anything to go by.
Eventually, I get up and carefully remove my cat from Riddick’s cock so that I can gain better access to it. I explain this to Fluff, who isn’t happy about sharing.
Ah well. She’ll get used to it, because she can’t have him. He’s mine.
I return to the living room to find Riddick stroking Ryan’s face and mouth, his eyes hooded, and I remember I’m also celebrating the fact Riddick’s back is better and he won’t need surgery, that he left his job and found another at the bookstore where his cousin Jethro works, and that his brother is in rehab.
All good things all around.
I’m celebrating finding love with these two amazing guys, with finding it reciprocated when I thought I was crazy for believing there was something between us. I’m celebrating being here, now.
Being happy.
‘Appreciate every moment.’ That had been my motto when I’d been sick as a child. I’d come close to forgetting that.
Not anymore.
Sinking down on the cushion next to Ryan, I lean in to kiss him. His lips open to me, and his tongue invades my mouth, twining and tangling with mine.
Riddick’s caress moves down Ryan’s neck, to the back of his head, petting the soft curling hair there. Then he strokes Ryan’s shoulder and moves down his chest.
“Fuck, ow.” Ryan jerks back, shoving at Riddick, his mouth tightening. He presses a hand to the middle of his chest. His eyes are wild.
Oh crap.
“Shit, did I hurt you?” Riddick looks stricken, his jawline tense and hard. “I didn’t think.”
Ryan shakes his head, looks away. “No. I panicked. Sorry.”
“Come here.” Riddick tugs him close, and gathers me with his other hand, cradling us both against his warm body. “Nothing to apologize for. I should have been more careful.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” Ryan says stubbornly. “But it doesn’t matter, because I can’t do it.”
“Can’t do what?”
“This!” Ryan waves at himself.
