I told Josh before that I needed him as much as he needed me. He always said I saved him, but in reality, we simply saved ourselves.
When Josh returned, I was on my hands and knees with a cushion beneath for support, wriggling my ass at him.
“You sure took your time,” I said in a bratty tone.
He laughed, rubbing my left ass cheek, and the sound of his unexpected joy jolted me. It’s been ages since I’ve heard him laugh. My thoughts devolved elsewhere when I hear the cap of the lube turn. Josh applied a generous amount of cold lube over my hole and his wet finger began caressing my slit.
“Did you touch yourself while I was gone, Johnny?” Josh asked, slipping just one finger up to the knuckle.
He was a damn tease. Just one finger was driving me mad. I ached to feel more of him inside me, and when I thrust my bottom to him, I was rewarded with a warning slap on my bottom.
“Fuck, Josh. What the hell was that?”
“Tell me how bad you want it, Johnny.” He slid his finger all the way in, and then another.
“Feels so good,” I moaned, wanting him so much I easily gave in. “Put that cock inside me, Josh. I want you so badly. I wanted you since the night of the party. Please, fuck me.”
“I’ve wanted you too, Johnny,” Josh whispered.
I heard the foil of the condom being opened and I couldn’t wait for Josh to slip it on and finally slide inside me. His cock head nudged between my cheeks, and I sighed in relief.
“Touch yourself, Johnny. Spread your legs wider.”
I obeyed, and then reached down for my cock, finding it already at half-mast. Gripping my hip with his good hand, Josh applied more lube and began to nudge his cock head into the tight ring of muscle.
“Breathe, Johnny. Let me in,” He coaxed.
The sound of his voice helped me relax. Once the head was past the ring, I sighed in relief.
“Good. Now comes the best part.”
The slight burn quickly faded away when Josh began to move. He slid deep inside me in one sudden stroke, completely filling me and making me gasp.
“Feel me inside you, baby.”
I did. Josh felt like a warm steel rod between my legs, like a glowing inferno eager to spill into the rest of me. I groaned, pumping my prick faster.
“Josh, please.”
Josh moved, thrusting out of me only to hammer back in. He seemed to go deeper and deeper with each thrust, as if he was seeking to hit my core.
“God, Josh. You feel so good.” I groaned loudly. My entire body rippled when Josh changed his angle and finally hit my sweet spot.
“Like that, baby?” Josh didn’t give time for me to answer.
Gripping me hard, he drove into the same spot over and over again. My entire body hummed with tension, and my own shaft was throbbing and begging for release in my hand.
Feeling Josh’s hand over my member, I let it go. The feel of his rough fingers was enough to push me to the edge.
“Come for me, Johnny. I want to feel you come all over my hand,” Josh commanded, diving into me deep.
Just a pinch at the balls was enough to hurtle me into oblivion. The fire burning inside me spilled over, making every muscle in my body sing as pleasure flooded all my senses.
Josh let out a final groan and after two lingering deep thrusts, emptied himself inside me. I collapsed over the cushion, feeling blissful and content.
I heard Josh’s footsteps fading away and the sound of the water being turned on in the bathroom.
“Come on, Johnny.”
I opened my eyes to half-slits as Josh cleaned me up with a washcloth. I protested slightly when he lifted me from the cushion and yelped when Josh tossed me over his broad shoulder with just one hand.
“W-what are you doing? Put me down. I’m not a sack of flour.”
Josh chuckled, not saying anything until we were in the bathroom. He helped me into the tub and all my protests died the instant my skin sunk into the warm water. I blinked when Josh joined me.
“Move over,” he said.
“You think we can both fit here, you big-muscled lug?”
That earned another chuckle from him. Damn. I made a mental note to make it my life’s mission to keep him laughing. I scurried away and he easily positioned me so I could lean my chest against his, my legs spread on either side of him. Neither of us seemed to care about the water sloshing over the sides of the tub.
I wrapped my hands around his neck. “For a one-armed cripple you sure know how to make your way around.”
Josh grinned. “You think so? I managed so far with the help of a certain stubborn, short-tempered man.”
I was suddenly aware of his prick, pressed close to my belly, thickening and hardening.
“This job your CO told you about, it’s on the base? You’ll be coming back home every day like any normal job?” I asked.
Josh lifted one eyebrow. “So, you were actually listening to me for once?”
I grunted, shifting slightly when I felt his fingers teasing my slit. “Of course, I was. I always listen, even though sometimes it doesn’t seem like I am. Well? Aren’t you going to answer my question?”
“You’re always so demanding, Johnny.”
Josh silenced me with a deep and bruising kiss. He was rough, but that’s the way I like him. He bit down on my bottom lip, wrangling a moan from me.
“Stop distracting me.” Of course, I’m lying. With the water all round us, it wouldn’t be difficult for Josh to hammer into me. Fuck. It was barely an hour ago we had sex and I already ached for him to fill me again.
“Alright.” A more serious and solemn look replaced his teasing one. “I’ll be working as an assistant training instructor for new troops and I’ll be permanently stationed at the base, so don’t worry your little head off, Johnny. You’ll still see me every night. I know you can’t live without me.”
I punched his shoulder, feigning anger, but I’m terribly happy. What an odd sensation it was, when I thought happiness was an emotion I was beyond feeling. He’s not going anywhere. Josh is going to come home to me each day.
“Okay, baby. Enough chat.” Josh slipped his fingers into me again, scissoring his way to prepare me for his access.
“Sex is all you think about, huh?” I gasped when he pressed his tip into my waiting hole and suddenly glided his way in. I moaned, pressing my slick, soaked body against the solid wall of his chest.
“Sex with you is all I’ve thought about during these past few months. Tell me how you like it, Johnny,” Josh whispered in my ear.
“Ride me rough, Josh. Please.” I clung to him as he hammered deep inside of me.
We moved and rocked against each other, panting and gasping. I sought Josh’s mouth and loved his heat against mine. I caved into him, letting his prodding tongue in as I moaned and rubbed my cock against him.
He firmly held me while my hand slid to fist my thickening cock. In moments, Josh hurtled us both toward the edge. The joint orgasm crested over me like a deep wave, sending my senses reeling. I laid against Josh, shuddering, liking the feel of his hand stroking my back.
“Now we need another shower,” Josh said in a chastising voice, looking at me gravely.
I snorted. “Whose fault is that, bastard?”
Showering with Josh felt amazing. We helped scrub each other’s bodies and Josh didn’t comment when I brushed the soap against his stump.
Much later, when we’re both snuggled in my tiny single bed, Josh quietly said, “We’re going to be alright, aren’t we, Johnny?”
It wasn’t a question, but a statement. A strange, deep calm began to fill me, perhaps a sort of peace. It enveloped both of us in a bubble. The room fell away, leaving only the warm press of our bodies and Josh’s heart beating steadily against mine.
“When I was a kid, Eli bought me a bucket of those green plastic soldiers. When I first saw you at the party, I thought you looked just like the one-armed soldier Eli couldn’t put back together,” I said, t
railing my fingers down his chest. “I was so angry at the unfairness of it. The only way I could deal with Eli’s death was to blame you.”
“I know, baby. I was counting on your anger. I wanted you to hate me, but instead you comforted me. That took a lot of guts.” Josh’s gaze settled on mine. “There I was, hoping my best friend’s little kid brother would blame me, but he became the bigger man. It fucking shamed me. It also occurred to me you weren’t a kid anymore. That was the first time I saw you as a man capable of holding his own.”
I felt my cheeks heating up, but Josh only placed a gentle kiss at the corner of my mouth. “Let’s visit him tomorrow. Do you think you’re ready?”
The last time I visited Eli was during his funeral. It was just too painful to see my brother’s tombstone. Seeing it would only affirm the fact he was truly dead. I closed my hand over Josh’s wrist and nodded.
“It’s time for us to stop clinging to the past and move on. Let’s go tell Eli we’re okay.”
The End
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