your messy hand!”
John laughed, just because he couldn’t not . More than a fucking year since he’d had any kind of release. ‘Bout damn time.
“Was she hot?”
“Ha! Well, she had nice tits, I remember that.” He tried to remember the dream he had. “Totally don’t remember her face though.”
Chad snorted. “Of course not. Well, I’m happy for you. Maybe now that your body has remembered what to do it’ll be easier next time.”
If John believed in a higher power, he’d pray for it to be so. “We’ll see. So, what’s up?”
They talked about inconsequential things for solid half an hour before they hung up. John was in a euphoric mood, and he knew he probably sounded downright giddy compared to his normal tone. His body felt more satisfied and relaxed than it had for a long time. He knew it was completely psychological, but he didn’t feel like a freaking eunuch.
Dressing himself in shorts and a t-shirt, he headed to the gym to take advantage of his burst of testosterone. He was actually excited to get on the machines. For the past six months he’d gotten disenchanted with even trying to look decent up top.
A woman on one of the stationary bikes looked up when he rolled in and gave him a smile. John was taken a little off guard because for more than a year, he’d been a hurdle for people to work around. Ignored. Most even avoided eye contact. Had his demeanor actually changed that much with just that one orgasm? Hell, he didn’t know. But when she drifted over to watch him do flies with the free weights, he talked to her. And relished feeling like a somebody again.
Leaving the gym an hour later, he marveled at how much his life had changed in the past few hours. And it changed yet again when he rounded the corner to his ground floor apartment. Duncan Wilde leaned against the door jamb to his place, a slender black cane at his side.
John jerked to a stop, shocked to see his old roommate on his feet. For months he’d laid in the bed beside his own, recovering. John had never actually seen him vertical. Hearing it on the phone and seeing it were two completely different things.
Duncan smiled, obviously relishing the surprise.
John couldn’t help but laugh. Today, for some reason, fate had given him bounties beyond what he’d ever had before. As he coasted to his door, he looked Duncan up and down. “Didn’t realize you were such a tall fucker.”
Duncan slapped him on the back and went so far as to lean down and give him a manly hug. He picked up a carry-out bag from the floor. “I brought Chinese and beer. Open the door.”
John unlocked the door and glided inside, cringing at the sight of his unkempt apartment. He certainly hadn’t expected company. Shoving clothes off the couch and clearing trash from the coffee table, he wheeled one-handed from mess to mess, cleaning as much as he could. Duncan stepped in behind him and placed the bags on the coffee-table, then sank to the couch with a sigh. “You weren’t exactly easy to find.”
John glanced at him as he parked opposite the couch. “Yeah. I wasn’t wild about the apartment they tried to get me into. They wouldn’t approve this one, so I left the program. If I’d realized you’d be looking for me I’d have given you my address.”
Duncan made a face. “No biggie. I got it from Chad. He said his mom likes to send you cookies.”
Embarrassment heated the tips of his ears. “It’s the only actual cooking I ever get.”
“Well, how about some more take-out?”
He unpacked the bags, lining up cartons in the middle of the table. John retrieved clean utensils from the kitchen and they dug in. It was only late morning, but for some reason the food tasted phenomenal. Or maybe it was the company. John was man enough to admit he’d missed his buddies. Phone calls were fine, but there was so much that wasn’t easy to talk about on the phone.
Duncan cracked a beer and handed him one. “Come on, Palmer. You have to drink
John laughed, just because he couldn’t not . More than a fucking year since he’d had any kind of release. ‘Bout damn time.
“Was she hot?”
“Ha! Well, she had nice tits, I remember that.” He tried to remember the dream he had. “Totally don’t remember her face though.”
Chad snorted. “Of course not. Well, I’m happy for you. Maybe now that your body has remembered what to do it’ll be easier next time.”
If John believed in a higher power, he’d pray for it to be so. “We’ll see. So, what’s up?”
They talked about inconsequential things for solid half an hour before they hung up. John was in a euphoric mood, and he knew he probably sounded downright giddy compared to his normal tone. His body felt more satisfied and relaxed than it had for a long time. He knew it was completely psychological, but he didn’t feel like a freaking eunuch.
Dressing himself in shorts and a t-shirt, he headed to the gym to take advantage of his burst of testosterone. He was actually excited to get on the machines. For the past six months he’d gotten disenchanted with even trying to look decent up top.
A woman on one of the stationary bikes looked up when he rolled in and gave him a smile. John was taken a little off guard because for more than a year, he’d been a hurdle for people to work around. Ignored. Most even avoided eye contact. Had his demeanor actually changed that much with just that one orgasm? Hell, he didn’t know. But when she drifted over to watch him do flies with the free weights, he talked to her. And relished feeling like a somebody again.
Leaving the gym an hour later, he marveled at how much his life had changed in the past few hours. And it changed yet again when he rounded the corner to his ground floor apartment. Duncan Wilde leaned against the door jamb to his place, a slender black cane at his side.
John jerked to a stop, shocked to see his old roommate on his feet. For months he’d laid in the bed beside his own, recovering. John had never actually seen him vertical. Hearing it on the phone and seeing it were two completely different things.
Duncan smiled, obviously relishing the surprise.
John couldn’t help but laugh. Today, for some reason, fate had given him bounties beyond what he’d ever had before. As he coasted to his door, he looked Duncan up and down. “Didn’t realize you were such a tall fucker.”
Duncan slapped him on the back and went so far as to lean down and give him a manly hug. He picked up a carry-out bag from the floor. “I brought Chinese and beer. Open the door.”
John unlocked the door and glided inside, cringing at the sight of his unkempt apartment. He certainly hadn’t expected company. Shoving clothes off the couch and clearing trash from the coffee table, he wheeled one-handed from mess to mess, cleaning as much as he could. Duncan stepped in behind him and placed the bags on the coffee-table, then sank to the couch with a sigh. “You weren’t exactly easy to find.”
John glanced at him as he parked opposite the couch. “Yeah. I wasn’t wild about the apartment they tried to get me into. They wouldn’t approve this one, so I left the program. If I’d realized you’d be looking for me I’d have given you my address.”
Duncan made a face. “No biggie. I got it from Chad. He said his mom likes to send you cookies.”
Embarrassment heated the tips of his ears. “It’s the only actual cooking I ever get.”
“Well, how about some more take-out?”
He unpacked the bags, lining up cartons in the middle of the table. John retrieved clean utensils from the kitchen and they dug in. It was only late morning, but for some reason the food tasted phenomenal. Or maybe it was the company. John was man enough to admit he’d missed his buddies. Phone calls were fine, but there was so much that wasn’t easy to talk about on the phone.
Duncan cracked a beer and handed him one. “Come on, Palmer. You have to drink
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