"Jay, I'm tired and want to go to bed, but first there's something I want to talk with you about."
"What's that, honey?"
"I want you to sleep with me tonight. I want to go to sleep in your arms and wake up with you next to me. I don't want you sleeping in the guest room tonight."
"I can't, Kyle. Doctor Foster says you're not ready to have sex with me yet." Jay responded, disappointment clouding his voice despite his best efforts.
"No, I don't mean have sex with me. I understand all that. I just want you lying next to me. I was never forced to suck his dick. So maybe I can suck you off, satisfy you that way, rather than you having to whack off in the bathroom."
Jay blushed, not realizing that Kyle knew how often he had to do that to take care of his needs. He felt guilty at not being able to satisfy Kyle's needs, but he was afraid to touch him in anything other than a platonic way. Kyle was finally able to snuggle up to him on the couch and share an occasional deep kiss, but he didn't want to push him for fear of undoing all the progress he had made. Their ordeal had shown him just what a precious gift Kyle was and he didn't want to take any chances on losing that gift.
"Okay, I'll sleep in the bed with you tonight, and I'll even hold you. I don't think that oral sex is such a good idea, though."
"But I want it so desperately. I want so bad to satisfy you that I can't stand it."
"But what if you freak out? It could undo all the progress you've made. Is it worth the risk?"
"To me, yes. Making love to you is definitely worth the risk."
"Okay, on one condition.''
''That if you start to feel the least bit uncomfortable, we stop, whether I've come or not. Deal?"
''On second thought, there's one other condition."
''I had a feeling there might be. What is it?"
"That I get to reciprocate.
Kyle thought about it for a few minutes. "But I thought you had been forced to blow him more than once? Wouldn't you have a problem with it?"
"Who said anything about blowing me?"
"Then what are you talking about?'' Kyle asked, confused.
"I'm talking about you fucking me."
''Kyle, I've kind of gotten accustomed to being fucked and I'd like to know what it feels like to be fucked by someone who really and truly loves me, not just someone who's only interested in fucking me in order to get their rocks off."
''But you're a top and I'm a bottom." Kyle replied, even more confused.
''You've never topped before?" Jay asked, incredulous.
''Haven't you ever wondered what it felt like to fuck a guy and come inside his hot, tight ass?"
"I'd be lying if I said no."
"Well then, tonight you're going to find out. You're going to shoot the biggest load of your life into my ass."
"But what if you decide you like getting fucked by me more than you like fucking me?"
"Not to worry. The most that will happen is that I will like getting fucked by you almost as much as I like fucking you. I will always want to fuck your brains out."
"Let's go to bed, then."
''Wow! That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had." Kyle exclaimed as he gently withdrew himself from the body of his lover.
''I take it that you enjoyed it?"
"More than I would have imagined I would." Kyle replied, surprise coloring his tone.
"Better than getting blown?"
"Well, I enjoyed it too."
"More than fucking me?" He asked, apprehensive.
"Would you be upset if I didn't?"
"Are you kidding? Getting fucked by you is the most awesome experience in the world. I can't get enough of you inside me. I just wish...." He faltered.
Jay gathered him into his arms. "What do you wish, baby?"
"I'm just afraid I'll lose you again. I wish we didn't have to use condoms. I also wish I could get pregnant and give you a child."
"You're not going to lose me. All I thought about while I was being held was you. Being separated from you has made me realize what a precious gift you are to me. I so wish I could make you believe how much I love you and how much I regret what happened."
Kyle kissed him deeply. "I do believe you, with all my heart."
Jay returned the kiss as his hands started to caress various parts of Kyle's body. "You are such an incredible person, so full of love, tenderness and compassion."
"My so-called tenderness and compassion weren't very evident That Day. I'm so very, VERY sorry I hit you. I was just so angry and hurt. I promise I will never, ever hit you again."
"Shhh, Baby. Don't worry about it. I probably would have done the same thing if I had walked in and found you being fucked by another guy." He kissed him gently. "Tell me what's been happening in your life since That Day. You never did tell me why you came home early, although I don't think you'll never fully understand how glad I was that you did."
"Well, I got a call earlier that day from the Mr. Jennings over at the art gallery, wanting to do an exhibit of my paintings."
"Kyle, that's fabulous. How many do you have in the exhibit?"
"I want to go see it tomorrow."
"You're not going to believe this, but twenty-three paintings have been sold. I've made over ten thousand dollars."
"Wow! What are you going to do with all that money?"
"How would you like to go on a trip to Hawaii?"
"No way! Hawaii? For real?"
"For real. When can you get some vacation time?"
"I'm on sixty days medical absence, so it doesn't really matter."
"Great. I still have a month of summer vacation left, so let's go to a travel agency and make plans. I've never been to Hawaii, but I've always wanted to go."
"Me too. The problem is, I may get over there and not want to come back."
"Well, after we talk with the travel agency, we can always stop by a realtor and see about putting the house up on the market."
"You're kidding, right?"
"Kind of, but not really. We could check things out. You could probably get a transfer, and I might be able to get a job. Who knows...I'm only a few credit hours short of my Doctorate. I could finish up my thesis before we move. 'Doctor Kyle Matthews-Williams, Physicist'. I like the sound of that."
"You would. However, I like the sound of 'Kyle Matthews-Williams, househusband, mother of my children." Jay teased.
"BITCH!" Kyle yelled, hitting Jay with a pillow which led to wrestling with Jay ending up laying on Kyle's back, his erection resting between Kyle's butt-cheeks. Kyle's frantic struggling made Jay realize where he was. He immediately rolled off of Kyle, who was out of bed like a shot, cowering in a corner, crying hysterically.
Jay was immediately by his side, trying to comfort him, but Kyle was so lost in panic and flashbacks that he didn't recognize Jay. Now look what you've done, you fucking asshole! He berated himself. Looking down and noticing his erection, he berated himself further for his lack of self-control. He grabbed his cell phone and called Doctor Foster, explaining what had happened.
"Dammit Jay! It's too soon. I'm coming with the ambulance. What's your address?"
"3947 Cedar Oak Drive."
"I'll be there in twenty minutes. Don't let him out of your sight, and make sure there are no sharp instruments or anything he can hurt himself with lying around."
"Doc, will he be alright?"
"I don't know. We have to wait and see. I imagine he had some pretty severe flashbacks, which is exactly what I was afraid would happen. Damn I wish you had waited until I told you it was okay to resume sexual relations."
"I know, but it wasn't something we had planned. It just happened."
"Well, we'll talk more about it after I've seen Kyle. I will need to know exactly what happened."
"Everything. It's the only way I can make an accurate assessment of the situation."
Jay sighed heavily. "Okay. Doctor Foster, I'm really, really sorry. You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt him. He's my entire world."
"I know, son. We'll do everything we can to help him. Hopefully we'll be able to bring him back to where he was quickly. I'll see you in a few minutes."
"Okay. Thanks, Doc."