Learning to Walk, a City Hospital Novel

by Zachary, Drew

  “Maybe there’s different levels of whoop?” Kit suggested with a grin.

  Neil laughed. “You’re a nut. You know that, right?”

  “Ah, but I’m your nut.” Kit kissed him. “Are you feeling more relaxed now?”

  “I wasn’t uptight to start with, but yes, nothing melts bones better than sex.” Neil took a soft kiss. “What about you? I think you’re not relaxed at all.”

  “Well, now that you mention it.” Kit shifted his weight. “I’m happy, though. But not relaxed.”

  Neil shook his head. “I owe you one.”

  “Are we keeping track? I can get us a little notebook,” Kit teased.

  “That could be fun.”

  “You know what else could be fun?”

  Neil’s hands wandered slowly over him, warm through his clothes. “What?”

  “Oh, that. You’re getting close.” Kit nodded encouragingly.

  “I told you I owed you one. I won’t leave you... uh... hanging.”

  “I know you won’t.” Kit wiggled. “But, please don’t forget it’s been months and months and months. Months, even.”

  Neil’s lips twitched. “Are you telling me you’re going to go off like a firecracker?”

  “Oh, yes.” Kit nodded seriously. “But I’ll be great for round two.”

  “After supper. You need your energy.” Neil’s hands kept wandering, definitely heading southward as they did so.

  “Oh, yes. After supper.” Kit’s eyes drifted closed. “Please,” he whispered. “Neil, please.”

  “Please what?” Neil’s whisper slid across his cheek “This?” As he said the word, Neil’s hand rubbed against his cock.

  “Yes.” Kit hissed the word out, his hips lifting. “Yes, that. Please.”

  Neil’s hand turned, cupped him through his pants.

  Kit kept his eyes closed and pushed up into Neil’s palm, soaking up the heat from his skin. “More?” Kit whispered.

  “I let you set the pace before -- it’s my turn now.”

  Kit whimpered. He couldn’t really do anything else. His capacity for rational thought was long gone, and all that was left came out as gasps and whimpers.

  Neil managed to get a hand down into his pants so it was skin on skin. So hot.

  “Nice,” Kit whispered. “So nice. Better.” Better than he’d imagined, better than he’d dared think about.

  Neil got his free hand around Kit’s head and tugged him down into a kiss, hand tight and working him with long strokes. Kit moaned into the kiss, one of his hands holding onto the couch and the other grasping at whatever he could reach. His hips rose and fell, powered by abdominals he’d been working for months, and his sounds became more and more frantic as he neared orgasm.

  Neil got a hold of his tongue and sucked hard on it. Kit curled up, his cock throbbing as he shot, his free hand keeping Neil to him as he jerked in his lover’s arms. Neil kept stroking him, pulling him through to the other side.

  “Oh God. Oh God.” Kit was almost shaking as aftershocks rolled through him. “Kiss me,” he demanded, one hand on Neil’s face.

  Neil was laughing as their mouths met. The words “so pushy” might have been swallowed up by his mouth.

  Kit knew he was pushy and challenging and competitive. He also knew that Neil could match him, which was why it was so much fun. He kissed Neil again and whispered, “That was awesome. I can’t wait for after-dinner cuddling.”

  Neil was still laughing, face easy and happy. “Let’s enjoy this cuddling first.”

  “Oh, I am.” He totally was. He turned slightly to snuggle up. “I really am.” He kissed Neil again, almost purring.

  “Was it worth the wait?” Neil asked softly, hand stroking him.

  “Of course. I knew it would be. It’s you.”

  Neil cupped his cheek and looked into his eyes. “Thank you, Kit.”

  “Thank you,” Kit said, giving him another kiss. “For believing me when I said I want you.”

  “I’m glad it hasn’t worn off.” Neil’s cheeks pinked. “I think it was already too late to guard my heart.”

  “I’ll take very, very good care of it,” Kit promised.

  “Thank you,” Neil said again, tugging him down for another kiss.

  Kit went with it, happily. Supper could wait.

  Chapter Twelve

  Neil escorted Kit up his walk, admiring the way the man moved on his crutches. Kit was coming along great.

  So was their relationship.

  The other night had been... awesome. Two orgasms each. Tonight they’d gone to a dinner and a movie, and now he was bringing Kit home. He had to admit, he was hoping to be invited in, but was steeling himself in case he wasn’t.

  “My dad’s car isn’t here,” Kit said as they made their way up the ramp. “Interesting.”

  Neil chuckled. “Did you arrange for him to be gone when you got home?” He wouldn’t put it past Kit. The man was pushy. Not that Neil was really complaining.

  “No, but I’m sure not complaining.” Kit grinned at him. “Coming in? Maybe he left a note.”

  “I do have to make sure you get in okay.”

  “Exactly.” Kit nodded at him and then winked. He got the door unlocked, and light from the kitchen spilled out as it opened. “At least he didn’t leave us in the dark. Come on in.”

  Neil followed Kit in, admiring the man’s ass. Kit was very fit from all the working out he did, and it showed.

  “Okay, here we go.” Kit tossed his keys on the counter and carefully made his way to the table. “Yep, a note.” He held it up. “We have the house until late. Why do I feel like I’m seventeen? At least he didn’t tell me to be good.”

  “Did he leave condoms under the note?”

  “No, damn him. We’ll have to actually go all the way to my bedroom for that.” Kit looked around. “One of these days I’m going to move, I promise. It won’t be like dating a high school student.”

  Neil laughed. “I live alone,” he pointed out.

  “You’re in college, clearly.” Kit grinned at him. “Want a drink? Or should we just sneak off to my room and be naughty?”

  “Your room. See? Teenager, too.”

  Kit leered. “I like it. Okay, come on. I’ll lead you down the hall with my sexy and seductive crutches.”

  “You forget what I do for a living -- I happen to find the crutches very sexy and seductive. Puts a unique wiggle in your walk.” Not to mention, he was just pretty happy he’d been invited in for nooky.

  “You just get turned on by the fact that I walk.” Kit laughed and started moving toward his room. “Of course, I do too, when I know you’re at the end of the walk. God, I hope I remembered to make my bed today.”

  “I promise not to mock if you didn’t. I really just want to touch you, not inspect the linens.”

  It might have been his imagination, but Kit seemed to hurry up.

  Thankfully, the hall was short, and in mere moments Kit was turning on the light in his room and going in, saying, “It’s made. Let’s unmake it.”

  Neil laughed. “Seems like you went to too much effort -- making it, worrying that you had -- considering we’re just going to mess it up.” A lot, he hoped.

  “Welcome to me.” Kit grinned at him and leaned his crutches against the wall by his bed. He stood there, balanced and apparently strong, then gestured for Neil to come closer. “Really. Welcome to me. Come here so I can kiss you.”

  “Should we get on the bed first?” He moved forward before Kit could answer, though.

  “We’ll get there.” Kit slid his arms around Neil’s shoulders and kissed him, not at all shy about it. “Thank you for a great evening.”

  Neil didn’t mention that he’d been worried about Kit and standing and kissing at the same time, or for any length of time; he didn’t want to kill the mood. “No, thank you for a great evening.” He kissed Kit back.

  Kit curled his fingers in Neil’s hair, his knuckles rubbing at the back of Neil’s neck. “I thou
ght it would get easier to sit next to you in public as time went on, but all I can think about it getting you alone.”

  He grinned. “You’re just horny all the time.” He shifted from side to side, their cocks bumping together beneath their pants.

  “It does seem that way.” Kit nodded seriously. “It’s just something you’re going to have to cope with, I’m afraid.”

  “I think I might be able to manage.” He slid their lips together, tongue poking at Kit’s.

  Kit let him in, his hand firm in Neil’s hair, tugging just a little bit. He swayed, rubbing them together and then broke away. “Down now would be good.”

  Neil managed not to say “I told you so,” but he had to press their lips together in another kiss to keep from doing so. Then he wrapped his arms around Kit’s waist and kind of... pushed.

  “Whoa!” Kit fell back, holding tight and pulling Neil with him. They landed on the bed, Neil on top, and Kit’s cry changed from an exclamation to a sound of approval. “Nice. Just where I want you.”

  “Yeah, I thought so.” He wriggled happily, groaning at the resulting friction.

  “Very, very nice. Getting nicer.” Kit’s hands went to Neil’s hips and guided him in a tight circle. “Oh, man.”

  “We need to be more naked.” Neil was pretty sure about that. Not that this wasn’t nice, but naked would be better and less messy in the long run.

  “You’re so smart.” Kit sounded genuinely pleased for the great suggestion, and his hands started tugging at Neil’s shirt instead of steering his hips. Leaning up, Neil helped, pulling the shirt up over his head before trying to get Kit’s removed without having to get up.

  “Just... pants.” Kit curled up enough to lift his shoulders and drag his own shirt off, possibly tearing it in the process. “Neil. Pants.”

  “Bossy.” Not that that was stopping him from tugging open Kit’s pants and dragging them down over his legs.

  “And yours.” Kit helped with the pants as best he could, bending his knees and looking delighted when they did what his brain told them to. He reached for the nightstand, too, clearly looking for supplies.

  Neil tossed the pants over his shoulder but gave up on being able to stay put while he got rid of the rest of his own clothes. He stood up and shimmied out of his jeans.

  Kit looked at him with hungry eyes and reached one hand out to him. “Perfect. You’re perfect.”

  He grinned. “Probably not, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

  “Perfect to me.” Kit nodded and made a “come here” gesture with his hand. “Bring yourself here so I can feel and make sure.”

  Neil laughed. God, Kit did make him happy. Like really. He climbed onto the bed, straddling Kit.

  “Now.” Kit looked up at him quite seriously, despite the fact that his fingers were teasing up the inside of Neil’s thighs. “Do we need a plan or are we just going to go for it like usual?”

  “I like the choice that includes going for it and then having a plan for doing it again.”

  “Brilliant.” Kit’s fingers found Neil’s balls and rolled them from side to side. His eyes closed, and he groaned, the sound almost a gasp. Kit did it again, his other hand curling around Neil’s cock and tugging. “Say that again.”

  “Huh?” What had he said? He couldn’t think when Kit did that.

  “Perfect.” Kit chuckled and stroked him again.

  He decided it didn’t matter and began moving, pushing into Kit’s hand. “More.”

  Kit gave him more -- a little tighter, a little faster. “Like this?” His thumb pressed at the slit for a moment on the upstroke.

  Neil made this incoherent noise that was an emphatic ‘yes, exactly like that.’

  Thankfully, Kit seemed to get the point. He did it again, his other hand sliding under Neil’s balls and doing all manner of good feeling things. It was hard to separate them all, but Kit was rolling, squeezing, playing. Neil just went with it, these noises coming out of his mouth as he moved on top of Kit.

  “That’s it,” Kit whispered. His hand squeezed a little more, spreading Neil’s own fluid around and making things slightly sticky.

  Everything else kind of disappeared, and Neil only had a second to feel bad for not making Kit feel good, too. Then that thought disappeared, his balls beginning to tighten up.

  “Come on, Neil.” Kit was still whispering at him. “I can see it in your face.” His hand sped up on Neil’s cock, just a little.

  “Oh God! Kit!” His whole body froze as he came, pumping come over Kit’s hand.

  Kit laughed, apparently delighted as he worked Neil through his orgasm. “God, you’re beautiful. Going to do it again for me?”

  He blinked down at Kit and managed another “huh?” He was still a little fuzzy from the orgasm.

  “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.