“Drop the crutches,” Sledge said, “I’ll catch you if you fall.”
“How corny.”
“No, I mean it; my right arm is still good, plus my left can move a little.”
“Okay.” Leaning more on his better leg, Corey dropped the crutches, almost falling over.
Sledge steadied him with his right hand. Corey went to yank off his hoodie.
Sledge grabbed the bottom of it. “Slowly or it’s not sexy.” He let go.
Trying to keep his balance on his better leg, he slowly lifted the hoodie and his shirt over his head. He tossed it at Sledge’s face, who whipped it away, his eyes locked on Corey’s torso.
“Turn around,” Sledge said, holding out his good arm. “I wanna see your arse when you pull your pants down.”
Corey used Sledge’s arm to hobble around. Facing away from Sledge, he took hold of the top of his sweatpants and slowly pulled them over the curve of his arse.
“You’ve got no undies on,” Sledge said, smacking Corey’s arse.
Corey yelled out and hopped to the side, almost falling over, his sweatpants slipping down his legs. “You promised not to smack my arse!”
Sledge smiled. “No I didn’t, but I’ll be happy to kiss it better, so get your cute arse over ’ere.”
Wanting Sledge to kiss his arse, Corey moved closer. Grinning, he bent over in front of him, imagining all the jokes he could use against Sledge once he’d kissed it. Another smack landed on his arse, making him yell out again. Before he could move away, Sledge grabbed him and yanked him onto his lap. Corey swore at him, and tried to get up, but Sledge tightened his grip.
“Yeah, babe,” Sledge said. “Keep wriggling that arse, you’re makin’ me hard.” He lowered his hand to Corey’s cock, murmuring, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy when you get mad.”
Groaning, Corey leaned his head against Sledge’s shoulder, enjoying what Sledge was doing. He turned his head and kissed Sledge, slipping his tongue inside Sledge’s mouth, the smacks all but forgotten. Sledge kissed him back, not letting up on rubbing Corey’s cock, making him hard within seconds.
Before Corey could blink, Sledge broke the kiss and yanked Corey onto the bed, pushing him onto his front. Corey rolled over and looked up at Sledge, who was struggling out of his shirt, his left hand hindering him. Corey pushed up and helped him slip it off, throwing the shirt to the floor. He ran a hand down Sledge’s stomach, his boyfriend’s six-pack not as defined as it had been before the shooting, but still there, turning Corey on no end. He leaned forward and kissed it, loving Sledge’s toned body. Sledge placed his hand at the back of Corey’s head, moaning as Corey took his nipple into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. He then peppered kisses down Sledge’s stomach, stopping above his pants.
“Get my cock out,” Sledge said, breathing heavily.
Corey unbuttoned Sledge’s shorts and pulled out his huge hard-on. Corey ran both hands up and down it, licking his lips at the sight, Sledge’s knob slick with pre-cum.
“Oh God, Corey, you’re so fuckin’ hot.”
Corey looked up at Sledge’s face, surprised to see Sledge staring at him with uninhibited lust. Corey stopped stroking Sledge’s cock, taken aback. It was usually him who pushed for sex, well, before Sledge’s accident it was. He’d had a feeling Sledge found him attractive back then, but never to this degree. Maybe Sledge had always lusted after him, just his homophobic restraints had held him back, not allowing him to be true to his feelings, and now Sledge’s inhibitions had been stripped away, he was finally owning up to how he really felt. Cory hoped so, because the way Sledge was looking at him left him breathless.
Sledge shoved him onto his back and pulled off Corey’s moon boot, removing his bunched-up sweatpants as well. Chucking them aside, he grabbed Corey’s arse and pulled him closer. With his cock jutting out of his shorts, he started rubbing it against Corey’s, his big hand wrapped around both their cocks, masturbating them both at the same time. Corey groaned and writhed on the bed, thinking he was in heaven. Sledge let go and ran a finger between Corey’s arse cheeks, making him jolt.
Sledge smiled at him. “Don’t worry; I’ll be careful, sexy.”
Corey smiled at the word sexy.
Sledge pushed a finger inside of him slowly.
Corey stiffened. “It’s too dry, need lube.”
Sledge removed his finger and spat on it.
“No, Sledge! That’s gross!”
Sledge planted his lips against Corey’s, cutting off his complaint. He pushed his finger back inside of Corey, this time sliding it in easily. As Sledge kissed him, he moved his finger in and out of Corey. A moment later, he added a second finger, making Corey inhale sharply into Sledge’s kiss. Sledge continued what he was doing, curving his finger, widening Corey. He added a third finger.
Corey cried out, breaking the kiss. “Sledge!”
Sledge removed his fingers, replacing them with his cockhead.
“Oh God,” Corey said, feeling the huge head push in. He started panting, not sure he could do it without lube. “You’re too big, you need lube.”
Sledge pulled back a bit, looking like he was going to...
“Stop!” Corey yelled.
Sledge went still. “What?”
“Don’t you dare spit on your cock. Get lube, you dirty bugger.”
“Where from?”
Corey grimaced. “It’s in my room.”
“Will Vaseline do?” Sledge asked.
“Yeah!”
“Cool, I spotted some yesterday.” Sledge leaned over and pulled open the bedside drawer, removing a tub of Vaseline, almost squashing Corey in the process.
“My foot!” Corey yelled out.
Sledge pulled back. “Sorry, you’re so tiny.”
“I’m not tiny!”
Sledge smiled. “You’re so cute when you get mad.” He reached up and touched Corey’s beanie. “Has your hair grown back yet?”
Corey grabbed his beanie. “No. The doc said it’ll take a while longer.”
“Doesn’t matter, I like you with a beanie, it makes you look even cuter.”
“Stop calling me cute, I prefer sexy.”
Smiling, Sledge leaned down and kissed Corey, making Corey forget about being mad. The sound of a lid popped open, then he felt cold Vaseline touch him below. He jerked as Sledge slicked up his hole.
Sledge moved his lips to Corey’s ear. “I’ll take it slow.” He placed the tip of his cock to Corey’s opening. Corey inhaled sharply as Sledge pushed inside, the girth hurting him.
“Slower, slower, slower,” Corey panted out.
Sledge pulled out and rolled over, lying next to Corey.
“What are you doin’?” Corey said. “I didn’t say stop, I said slower.”
Sledge yanked Corey onto his side. “My left side wuz makin’ it hard to stay up. I’ll take you from behind instead.”
“Cool!” Corey faced away from Sledge, lifting his leg up.
Sledge pushed back inside, slower this time, making it not hurt as much. Sledge started leisurely moving inside of him, loosening him, making Corey groan, Sledge’s cock touching Corey’s prostate. He leaned his head back against Sledge’s shoulder and started wanking himself as Sledged took him from behind.
Sledge knocked Corey’s hand out of the way and grabbed his cock. He took over wanking it, amping up Corey’s excitement, Sledge’s big hand totally eclipsing Corey’s cock, working his balls at the same time.
The orgasm hit him before he had time to warn Sledge. Cum shot out, Corey not caring that he’d scored Sledge’s hand. Behind him, Sledge picked up speed fucking him, slamming so hard Corey knew he was going to be sore afterwards, but he didn’t care, too caught up with his orgasm.
Sledge grunted behind him, his cock pumping inside of Corey, his body shaking from the strain. Several seconds later, Sledge pulled out. Corey rolled over to face Sledge, who was red-faced and breathing heavily, his eyes half-mast. Corey looked down at Sledge’s cock, realising for
the first time he wasn’t wearing a condom.
“Shit, Sledge, you didn’t rubber up.”
“So?”
“Safe sex.”
“It is safe. It’s with you. You’re clean, I’m clean, and it’s not like we’re gonna fuck anyone else, well, you better not or I’ll kill them.”
Corey smiled. “Am I yours for good?”
“You bet you are.”
“You don’t know how happy that makes me.”
“I’m happy you’re happy.” Sledge leaned forward, giving him a kiss.
Corey grinned into it. “I’ll be even happier if I get to fuck you.”
Sledge pulled back. “You can do it next time.”
Corey’s grin dropped. “What?”
“I said you can fuck me next time.”
“But you wouldn’t lemme do it before.”
“Well, I’m lettin’ ya now.”
“Yeah, but—”
“What’s your issue? It’s only fair if I fuck you, you get to fuck me.”
“The Sledge I knew wouldn’t allow that. You told me that you would never do it.”
“Why are you gettin’ upset? You asked, I said yes. If you didn’t want it, don’t ask.”
“But you would never let me do it before.”
“Stop repeating yourself.”
“You don’t understand,” Corey said, feeling like crying, the man before him not the Sledge he’d fallen in love with. He was making decisions that the old Sledge would never have.
Unable to handle the situation, Corey pushed up to leave. Sledge grabbed him, yanking him back down. Corey cried out as his foot banged against the wall.
“Shit, you all right?” Sledge asked, pulling him closer.
“Don’t be so rough, my foot’s still sore, and lemme go.”
“No, you’re mad at me and I wanna know why.”
“You’re different, that’s why. You’re not the Sledge I fell in love with, you’re a totally different person.”
Sledge’s face dropped. “You don’t love me anymore?”
“No, I didn’t mean that, I’ll always love you, I just want the Sledge I know back. You’re confusing me, making me question everything you say. You’re like a totally different person, just with the old Sledge’s face and body.”
“I’m confusing you? You’re confusing me!” Sledge let him go. “I agree to sumpthin’ you want and you get all pissy, like some oversensitive li’l girl.”
“I’m not a li’l girl!”
“Then don’t act like one. For fuck’s sake, I almost died for you yet you can’t even gimme a break?” Sledge tapped the bullet wound on the side of his head. “I’m only like this cos I tried to keep you safe, and if you had been shot instead of me, changing like I have, I wouldn’t be making you feel like shit. I don’t deserve derision; I deserve love and understanding, like your mum said.”
Corey grimaced, knowing Sledge was right. “It’s just—”
“No, Corey, you either want me or you don’t. Don’t make me feel like shit cos I can’t think the same way as before. I’m still me.” Sledge hit his chest. “I still hurt when you reject me.”
“I didn’t reject you.”
“You did by sayin’ I wuz a different person. You made me feel like you don’t love me anymore, cos I’m a crippled retard.”
“No you’re not, your left side will heal fully.”
“I meant my brain; that will never get better.”
“You don’t know that, plus you’re remembering sumpthin’ new every day.”
“And there’ll also be a lot I won’t ever remember.” He brushed the back of his hand against Corey’s cheek. “I don’t remember meeting you, which I wanna remember more than anything. What were you like when we met?”
“Fat.”
“You’re definitely not fat now.” He ran his hand down Corey’s arm, sending a shiver up it. “You’re so fuckin’ hot now.”
Corey smiled.
“Yeah, that’s what I wanna see,” Sledge said, running his thumb over Corey’s lip.
Corey sucked it in, then jerked back, spitting and wiping his tongue. “What the hell, Sledge?! What wuz on your hand? It tasted awful.”
Sledge barked out a laugh. “I did tell ya your cum tasted real bad.”
Corey’s face dropped. “That wuz my cum?”
“Yeah.”
“Arsehole!” Corey pushed up.
Sledge yanked him back down.
Corey hit out at him. “Lemme go, you arsehole.” He wiped at his tongue again, absolutely grossed out.
“Calm down, I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“I can’t believe I tasted my own cum!” His face dropped further. “You had your fingers up my arse.”
“Chill, I didn’t put them in your mouth, only my thumb.”
“You still put my cum in my mouth! Lemme go; I wanna wash it out.”
“Cos it tastes awful or cos it wuz your cum?”
“Both! Your cum doesn’t taste like that. Oh God, I can’t believe I tasted my own cum.” Corey yanked free from Sledge’s grip and leaned over, grabbing his sweatpants. He pulled them on, along with his moon boot, then swiped up his crutches and pushed to his feet.
“Come back and get me after you gargle,” Sledge said. “I want you to bath me.”
“Cos you’re a dirty bastard.” Corey hobbled towards the door.
“I’m not the dirty one, you tasted your own cum,” Sledge sniggered.
“Well, your cock wuz up my arse,” Corey opened the door, “and without a condom.”
“You don’t eat enough to shit anything, and you still tasted your own cum.”
“Next time you cum, I’m gonna shove it in your mouth.”
“It can’t taste as bad as yours.”
“Argh! I wanna hit you.”
“I’m sure I won’t feel it, girly puncher. Now, go wash out your cute li’l mouth, honey.”
“Honey?”
“Yeah, I said it to annoy you, sweet-cheeks.”
Corey grabbed one of Beth’s soft toys off the cabinet and threw it at Sledge. A second later it struck Corey that they’d just fucked on his sister’s old bed. A grin spread across his face, perking him up considerably.
“Why are you smiling?” Sledge asked, catching the stuffed toy.
Corey’s grin widened. “Wipe the toy on your dick, it’s Beth’s.”
Sledge wiped it over his dick.
Corey burst out laughing. “Classic! Anyway, I’ll be right back after a quick wash.”
“Just clean your mouth, we can have a proper wash together.”
“Not with my injured foot.”
Corey turned and headed out the door, closing it behind him. Noise from the other end of the house made him stop in his tracks. His eyes locked onto the doorway that led to the lounge, his heart now hammering in his chest. Praying it wasn’t his father, he hobbled down the passage and poked his head through the doorway. The lounge was empty, no one in sight.
His eyes moved to the kitchen doorway. “Mum?” he called out, hoping it was her.
The noise stopped.
Corey poked his head through the kitchen doorway, freezing at the sight before him. Tama Harris was holding the fridge door open, with a piece of ham hanging out of his mouth, his eyes on Corey. He was dressed in dirty clothes, his shirt and jeans ripped, looking like he hadn’t washed in ages, while his tattooed head was slick with sweat.
Terrified, Corey went to scream, but Tama lunged at him, grabbing hold of his mouth. He slammed Corey against the wall. Corey screamed into Tama’s hand and hit out, his crutches clattering to the lino floor.
Tama grabbed Corey’s throat with his other hand. “Stop fighting me or I’ll break your fuckin’ neck, you li’l faggot.”
Corey went still, although his heart continued to hammer in his chest.
Tama looked down at Corey’s body. “Fuck, you’re as skinny as a skanky bitch on meth, just without the tits.” He sniffed. “Why do you sti
nk? You smell like—” His eyes widened. He shot away from Corey and ran for the sink, washing his hands under the tap. “You disgusting li’l fag, you smell like cum.”
Corey turned and went for the passage door, yelling out, “Sledge!” He went to yell again, but got yanked back, a wet hand covering his mouth.
Sledge called out, “What?”
“Stop struggling, bitch,” Tama snapped. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I just wanna talk ’bout Sledge.”
Sledge called out again. “What?!”
“Tell him nuthin’,” Tama said, “unless you want me to break your scrawny neck. And don’t even think ’bout tricking me, cos there’s no way Sledge can get ’ere fast enough to save your chicken-shit arse.”
Tama lifted his hand off Corey’s mouth.
Corey cleared his throat, then called out, “Nuthin’. Sorry.”
“No probs,” Sledge yelled back. “Just get back ’ere, I wanna bath.”
“Tell him you’ll be a few minutes,” Tama whispered.
“Just wait,” Corey called out. “I hafta do sumpthin’ first.”
“Okay!” Sledge replied. “Not like I can go anywhere.”
Tama slapped Corey’s cheek softly. “Good bitch, looks like you’re not as stupid as I thought. Now, pick up your crutches and get your puny arse into the sitting room.”
Corey leaned down, using the wall as support. He grabbed his crutches and headed for the lounge, Tama following close behind.
“You really do look like a bitch from behind,” Tama said. “If we were in prison I’d sell your arse to the highest bidder.”
Corey turned to face him. “That’ll make you a hypocrite, since you hate gays.”
“No, it’ll make me rich,” Tama smiled, “and you useful for sumpthin’. Personally, I think it’ll be vile to fuck you. No way would I dirty my cock with you, fudge packer, and I still got sex in prison. There wuz this real hot female prison guard who dropped her knickers for my big cock.”
“You’re a fuckin’ liar. No chick would want your herpes infested dick.”
Tama dug his hand into his ripped jeans and pulled out a switchblade, flicking it open. “Now, say that again and see how well you breathe with a knife in your chest.”
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