I was still a little preoccupied with how well I could maneuver my new leg, and I was bouncing up and down when he asked me that question. When I realized he was waiting for an answer, I looked up and gave him a big smile. “Sorry, I’m just so amazed by the way this leg feels.”
“No need to apologize. I’m really happy that it feel so much better. I’m sure the poor fit had an effect on the way you felt.”
“Yeah, probably,” I said, then remembered what Dr. Livingston had asked me. “I saw the therapist twice this week. I guess I’m gonna keep going. I like talking to him.”
“I think that’s a great idea. You really do seem to be in much better spirits.”
“Well, to be honest, I wasn’t before I came in here. I think it really has to do with this leg. It feels so much better.”
“Yes, I can imagine how frustrating it must have been to have a device that didn’t function properly or fit well. I’m sure that had a great effect on your mental health and attitude. But was there anything in particular that happened today that put you in a bad mood?” he asked. “I’m here for you to talk to, just like the therapist. If there’s anything you ever feel like getting off your chest, I want you feel like you can come to me.”
“Well, yeah, something did happen.” I walked across the room and sat down in an empty chair. I really did feel like I could trust Dr. Livingston. It felt good having an older omega to confide in. “I was over at a friend’s house earlier today, and we …”
“I’m assuming this is someone who’s more than just a friend,” he said.
I smiled. He totally got why I stopped talking. It was a little embarrassing, I guess. I’d never really had a sex talk with my parents and I wasn’t sure what words were okay to use. “Yeah, were more than friends. We were … fooling around, if you know what I mean?”
“Yes, I know,” he said with a smile.
“And, I don’t know, it just felt wrong. Not what we were doing, but me. My leg.”
“Well, that’s totally understandable. He’s the first person you’ve been with since you lost your leg, correct?”
“Yeah, and he’s also a really old friend too. Someone I’ve liked for a long time. I guess I’d built everything up in my mind so much, and, I don’t know, I wanted it to be perfect our first time. But it wasn’t.”
“Well, that’s a lot of pressure to put on yourself or anyone else. Besides, perfect is pretty subjective. What did your friend think?”
“He said he had a good time and that he didn’t see me any differently, but …”
“But you didn’t believe him?”
“I guess not. I don’t know. Part of me is okay with being different. I’ve always found people who are different and unique more fun to be around. But ever since the accident, all I’ve wished is that I was like everyone else again.”
“Well, it sounds to me like your friend is sensitive to your new situation.”
“Yeah, he is. He’s awesome.”
“He can only tell you how he’s feeling, Nate, and it’s up to you to decide for yourself how you feel. Maybe if the two of you take things slowly—“
“But that’s just the thing,” I said, interrupting him. “I don’t want to go slow. I mean, we’ve known each other our whole lives. I know what I want. I want to be with Brian. But I’m just afraid …”
“You’re afraid that this person you’ve known your whole life is lying to you when they tell you that they enjoyed having sex with you?”
I looked up at Dr. Livingston and rolled my eyes. “Well, when you put it that way …”
“That doesn’t make much sense, Nate,” he said with a laugh. “It’s understandable that you would be scared, especially of new experiences like this. But, I think you need to give your friend the benefit of the doubt. Maybe try to imagine how it would feel to truly believe what he was telling you, then see which feels better to you. And I’m pretty sure you already know which one it’s going to be.”
What Dr. Livingston said made sense. Brian wouldn’t have said he was into the sex if he hadn’t been, but I was still too embarrassed to talk to him. I was still having such a hard time finding a middle ground between accepting my own reality and completely freaking out over it. I was tired of hiding from the world, from Brian, and from my problems.
So, the next day, I decided to call him.
“Hey,” I said sheepishly into the phone. “How’s it going?”
“Good. How are you?”
I let out a sigh of relief because I really thought that Brian would be completely fed up with me. But he sounded genuinely interested in talking. “Better. Brian, I really want to apologize—“
“Don’t,” Brian said, cutting me off. “Nate, I can’t even imagine what you’ve been through in the last year. I had no idea about any of it. I wish you’d told me, but I also understand that you need to do things in your own time. But I want you to know that you can always come to me … for anything … whenever you’re comfortable.”
“But I’m more comfortable with you than with anyone in the world, Brian.”
“Then what is it? Why did you leave the other day?”
“I guess … I don’t know, I thought you’d be getting the bum end of the deal. You know, a brand-new toy out of the box, but without all the parts.”
“Okay, Nate, that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” Brian said with a laugh.
“Yeah, I know. I think my mind has been kinda messed up for a while. I haven’t really talked to anyone about any of this until recently, and I think that’s been part of my problem. I started seeing a therapist here at the clinic. I’ve only been there a couple times, but I think it’s already helping.”
“I’m really glad to hear that. You know, don’t you, that I want to hang out with you no matter what. I can’t believe you compared yourself to a toy, although I have to admit it’s kind of funny. It reminds me of the toy soldiers we use to play with. Remember that?”
I was silent for a moment. I couldn’t believe Brian remembered that game. I don’t even remember whose idea it was, but we would always have one of our soldiers hold another one prisoner, and it was understood that the prisoner had to do whatever his captor wanted. We never talked about what the soldiers would do together, but I always had the feeling that we both secretly knew. “I’ll be over in a bit.”
Chapter 6
Brian
I pulled the door open before Nate even rang the doorbell. “Hey,” I said as he came into the house. “That was fast! You seem different, Nate. You’re not limping like you were the other day.”
“Oh, yeah. I got a new leg,” Nate said with a big smile. “They fitted me for it last week and it came in yesterday.”
“That’s really awesome,” I said as I shut the door and moved closer to Nate. “Does it feel a lot better? You seem, I don’t know, happier.”
“Yeah, between the new leg and talking to Dr. Livingston and my therapist, I just feel better in general. I can even show it to you if you want.”
“Sure. Do you want to go upstairs?”
Nate gave me a big smile and started up the stairs without a word. I was right behind him and I was amazed by how different he seemed. So much more at ease. A little more like the Nate I remembered when we were kids.
We got inside my bedroom and I shut the door, and before I knew it Nate had kicked off his shoes and was sitting on the end of the bed. He pulled off his socks and rolled up his right pant leg.
“Wow, this thing is awesome,” I said, checking out all of the hardware that made up the joint between the leg and the foot. “It looks super high-tech.”
“It is. They got me pretty much the top of the line. It has a remote control to start up the vacuum inside it and everything. I couldn’t believe it. And it makes such a huge difference with the way I move and balance and everything.”
“Do you want to take it off … or leave it on?” I asked.
“Whatever,” Nate said, holding his eyes
on mine and smiling. “What are we gonna do?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Hang out … or whatever you want.”
“I want to finish what we started the other day,” Nate said, his eyes still not wavering from mine. “And for the record, it wasn’t lame at all.”
“Okay,” I said, smiling and looking down. “I didn’t think so either, and that’s the truth.” I looked back up at Nate and saw the relief in his eyes.
I’d been wanting this for so long and it finally felt like Nate might be as excited as I was. I knelt down in front of him on the floor and held his leg in my hands. “So what do I do?”
“You just roll down this silicone sleeve and the vacuum seal is broken.”
I did that and gave the lower part a little tug and it came right off. “Wow. So what’s this?” I asked, running my hand up what felt like the sleeve I’d just taken off.
“It’s called the liner. It’s a tight layer goes right up against my skin. It’s what attaches to the leg.”
“Do you want to take that off too?” I asked.
“Sure, I guess.” Nate pulled his pant leg up even higher and started to roll down the flesh colored liner. When it got to the end, it popped off and his bare leg that had been cut off below the knee was right in front of me.
I didn’t know what was okay with him, so I asked. “Can I touch it?”
“Yeah, you can touch it if you want.”
I ran my fingers around the end of Nate’s leg. “What does it feel like?” I asked.
“Like nothing, really. When I had my other leg socket I had sores where my leg fit inside, but they’re starting to heal. It just feels like my leg, I guess. So, this doesn’t freak you out?” Nate asked.
“No, of course not,” I said, looking up into his eyes. “I’m excited to try and understand what this is like for you. I want to know everything. There’s not a single thing about you that could ever freak me out.”
“Really?” Nate asked with a sweet smile, then started giggling. “Hey, that kinda tickles!” We both looked down and I was touching the very end. “Wow. I guess it does feel a little weird. No one’s ever touched me there before, except for the doctors.”
“Does it feel good? Like, would you want me to touch it while we’re … you know …”
“What?” Nate asked with a smile. “Playing kidnapped soldier?”
I laughed out loud at what Nate said. I couldn’t believe how different he was. “Yeah, I guess that’s what I meant.”
“Well, I don’t particularly want you to make love to my stump, but you can touch it anytime you want.”
I stared up at Nate for a long moment. I thought what he said was funny but I wasn’t sure if it was a joke or not. Then, when he fell back on the bed and started giggling again I knew he was being silly, just like the old Nate. I crawled up on top of him and started to tickle his sides. “If you don’t watch out, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”
Nate looked up into my eyes and stopped laughing, but the smile stayed on his face. “That’s the first time I’ve ever made a joke about my leg.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah, and I never thought I’d be able to do that. It feels really good.”
“I’m glad,” I said as I lowered my lips to his. “You deserve to feel good, Nate.”
I pulled his T-shirt up over his head and threw it on the floor. The look in his eyes as he gazed up at me was everything I’d been hoping for since he came back. It was just the way he looked that night before he moved away. When we were seconds from kissing, but were too scared to admit it. When our childhood friendship officially turned into love without either one of us saying it out loud.
All this time I thought of my feelings as a crush, something that was fun to think about but would never really amount to anything. But now, as I looked into Nate’s eyes, I knew the feelings I had for him had been stronger than anything I’ve ever felt for anyone in my life. And now that I finally had the chance to do something about it, there was no way in hell I was gonna let him get away again.
Our lips met again, more passionately this time. My alpha hormones were going crazy, driving me to mate with him, but I wanted to take it slow. I wanted to experience everything about Nate. Every inch of his body, every scent, every sound, every breath.
I loved watching the way I effected him. The way he trembled when I touched him, the way he moaned when I kissed the most sensitive parts of his skin. I moved my lips down Nate’s neck, pausing when I came to the spot where it met his shoulder. I could feel the way he curled against me, and the way his cock grew harder when I hit a particularly sensitive area.
I let my lips linger there, running my tongue back and forth across his shoulder as I kissed and bit. The sound of his moans sent shockwaves straight to my cock, and I wanted to bury it deep inside him. But I knew there would be plenty of time for that.
I moved my lips down until they were wrapped around Nate’s nipple. While I licked and sucked, I reached down and pushed my hand into Nate’s jeans. I heard him suck in his breath as I brushed past his cock, then moan loudly when my hand cupped his balls. Then I ran my hand back up, caressing his shaft and finally wrapping it around the head of his cock.
Nate’s body jerked and he sucked in a sharp breath. I could feel a bead of pre-come and I swirled around the tip of his cock with my thumb.
“Jesus,” Nate breathed. “That feels amazing, Brian. I don’t know how long I’m gonna last.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said as I moved my lips down Nate’s stomach. “I don’t need to be anywhere anytime soon, and I want to make you come more than once this time.”
As I kissed my way down to his bellybutton, I undid Nate’s jeans and eased them down so that the head of his cock was peeking out the top. Nate moaned and flexed his hips, pressing them toward me when my hot breath teased him. Then, all at once, I wrapped my lips around his head and sucked him into my mouth.
Then I backed off again, teasing him with my tongue, then licking and sucking on the ridge as I eased his jeans down even further. Nate’s cock flexed and rose in the air repeatedly as my tongue made circles around his sensitive head.
“Oh, God, Brian. What are you doing to me? It feels amazing.”
Nate’s hands were gripping the sheets and every muscle in his body tensed up as I swallowed his cock down my throat.
“Oh, fuck!” Nate yelled.
I looked up and watched Nate’s face as he came. It was amazing. Everything about him was different from how he had been the other day, and it made me feel so good that I could give him so much pleasure.
I waited until Nate’s cock was completely drained before I pulled his jeans all the way off. I got up and grabbed a condom from a drawer in my desk, then put it on. I went back to Nate and put my hands underneath him, wedging them under his ass. “Wrap your arms and legs around me.”
Nate did what I told him to do, and I picked him up off the bed. I walked over to a nearby wall and steadied Nate against it, then found his slick hole with the head of my cock. Then I let gravity do the work.
I lowered Nate’s body and watched the ecstasy on his face as my cock entered him. I held him firmly against the wall and moved my hips back and forth, thrusting into him slowly at first, but eventually picking up speed
After a few minutes I realized I wasn’t going to last very long myself. I had wanted this for so long and Nate felt so incredible. And between his scent, the sexy sounds that were coming from his throat, and the look on his face, I went to the point of no return.
I thrust into Nate faster and harder and saw that he was hard again. I wanted him to come again too. I wanted to feel his asshole grip my cock as we came together.
I set him down on a desk to our left and pushed Nate so that he was laying on his back. His eyes were on mine as I hovered over him and grabbed his cock in my hand. Then I slowly moved myself in and out of him while I ran my hand up and down his shaft, timing my movements so that they w
ere in sync.
“Oh, fuck, Brian. Oh, fuck, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” Nate moaned. I could feel the skin tighten around the head of his cock and I could feel his balls shrink as they got ready for release. Then I watched in amazement as Nate’s stream shot up into the air, then landed on his chest.
And when I felt the muscles inside him convulse around my cock, I lost it. I slammed into him a few more times as my come shot out, but managed to pick Nate up again before I slid out.
I carried him over to the bed and set him down as I crawled on top of him. We stayed there like that, with my cock inside of him, while we rested.
When I opened my eyes, Nate’s were already opened and he was looking at me and smiling. “Thanks,” he said.
“For what?” I asked.
“For saying legs.”
I laughed and kissed Nate on the lips. “Well, you do still have two legs, you know. Or am the I the only one that’s noticed that?”
“No, I noticed. But with everything that’s happened in the last year … I don’t know … I guess I just didn’t expect to feel normal again. Especially not during sex.”
“And did it? Feel normal?” Brian asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
I smiled and looked away. I almost felt like I was jinxing myself, but I had to tell him how amazing it was. “It felt perfect,” I said as my lips touched his.
Chapter 7
Nate
I felt so incredibly cozy and safe lying there in Brian’s arms—where I had wanted to be pretty much all my life. When we were younger we spent the night together so many times and laid next to each other whispering and talking and giggling, and back then I was always afraid if I told Brian how I felt about him I would ruin everything.
Even that night before my family moved away, I wasn’t convinced that Brian really wanted more. I swore I could see it in his eyes, but when he didn’t make a move I figured it must’ve all been in my head. Then I didn’t see him for years, and after the accident I was scared to even try to look him up. I was sure being around me the way I was now would just be a disappointment for him.
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