Beginning to Believe (5 page)

He didn’t know how to make Ty understand him. Hell, he didn’t know how to understand himself, and he’d spent enough fucking time working on that, hadn’t he?

Oh, but the kisses were enough to make him tingle and the touches -- oh, fuck. It had been so long, and he still wasn’t sure he could do it, could show his stumps to another man and keep it up.

But the kisses. He sure liked those.

Still, one way or the other, good or bad, he kept driving, didn’t he? Leading Tyler home. Kit pulled into the drive and punched in the code for the gate, watching it swing open. They meandered down to the house, a sprawling one-story made of stone, recording studio on one end, his home on the other. The pups came barreling around the house, huge and hairy and happy as hell to have him home. He parked and killed the engine, opening the door with a grin. “Lester! Lindy! Hey babies!”

Ty’s van pulled up behind him and the man came out cautiously.

The Saint Bernards turned -- Lindy barking, Lester tail-wagging. “Hey, these are my babies. Lester, Lindy -- this here’s Tyler.”

“Hey Lester. Hey Lindy.” Ty grinned and came forward, making a fist and holding it out about muzzle height.

Lester bounced up, licking and wagging, while Lindy trailed behind, watching. Kit reached down, scratching Lindy’s ears. “It’s okay, girl. He’s a white hat, honest.”

Ty chuckled and gave Lester a good petting. “I bet I have one back home somewhere. Might even be a cowboy hat.”

That tickled Kit and he nodded. “Oh, I reckon there’s one in here to fit. Come on inside.”

He led Tyler into his house. It was decorated in light woods and deep reds and blues, all the way through. The whole set up was wide, airy, giving him plenty of room to move about in his chair.

“This is really nice, Kit. Warm, but not close, if you know what I mean.”

Kit nodded, grinning wide. “I love this house. Had it all built exactly as I needed it. Tell you what, you give me ten minutes to get my legs off and into my chair, and I’ll give you the grand tour.”

“If I can have a kiss first, you’ve got a deal.” Ty gave him an easy smile. “And if there’s anything I can do to help?”

Oh. Okay. Yeah.

He stepped up, looking down so he didn’t step on Tyler’s toes. “I’ve never kissed anyone standing on these legs. Don’t let me fall?”

Tyler’s hands slid around him, one at his shoulders, the other at his waist. “I’ve got you.”

He wrapped his arms around Tyler’s waist, trembling inside. Tyler was his height, or damned near, and it was so easy, to lean in, rest his mouth against those open, soft lips, and take a taste.

Ty moaned a little, tongue sliding out to meet his, stroking. Oh, Lord, that was nice. He hummed, eyes closing as the kiss deepened, bit-by-bit, Tyler’s flavor warm on his tongue.

It was Ty who finally pulled away, licking at his lips. “We’d better get you all set up.”

“Yeah. Come on back to the bedroom. You can keep me company.” Kit blushed a bit, but met Tyler’s eyes.

Tyler just smiled at him and nodded. “Cool.”

He walked Tyler through the house, pointing out the rec room and the kitchen, the dining room, the guest rooms. His bedroom was messier than the rest of the house, less decorated and more goofy cowboy, the low-resting mattress covered in multiple comforters, the TV on low from this afternoon and the armchairs covered in magazines and discarded jeans.

“Oh, good, I can relax now,” Ty told him with a grin. “In here I won’t have to worry about knocking something over.”

Blushing, he laughed. “My cleaning lady would be so ashamed I brought you in here. It’s the one room she’s not allowed to mess with.” He picked a mess of crap off of one chair. “Have a seat.”

He found his chair and unfastened his jeans, pushing them past his more than decent undershorts before he plopped down in it. At Tyler’s look, he shrugged. “In case I need to take my legs off in public. Can’t go around being indecent.”

“Ah. And here I thought I was gonna get a peek.” Ty gave him a wink, sprawled easily in his chair.

“Oh, that would be damned rude of me.” He chuckled and worked the pants down, peeking every now and again at Tyler’s face. His right prosthesis was longer, had a knee on it and he had to release the vacuum, using the pressure sock to pull his stump out.

“That’s quite the rigmarole,” Ty noted. “How long does it take to put on?”

“The below knee one takes me five minutes or so. The above knee about ten. It all depends on how sore I am, how late I am.” He unlocked the liner on his left leg, sliding free of the socket. Once he put the legs and jeans aside, he unrolled the pressure socks and wiped his stumps off with a baby wipe.

Ty got up and came over to him, kneeling next to the chair.

“May I?” Tyler asked, hand hovering above his legs.

Kit stomach wrenched, the look of those hands near his skin so hot, so unexpected. “Yeah. Yes.”

Ty touched the stumps, fingers tracing the heavy scars. “Can you feel this? Where does it hurt?”

“I... Yes. I can. I... It aches inside -- just from having stood on them.” His voice was husky, eyes fastened on those hands. Oh, God. God.

The light touches became firmer, massaging gently. “Does this help?” Ty asked, looking up at him.

“Uh-huh.” He shivered, almost gasping. He was going to die. Right here. Right now. And it would be worth it.

“Good. It’s the least I can do, seeing as it’s my fault you were out making them ache in the first place.” Tyler just kept massaging his stumps, eyes smiling up at him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Oh... Ty...” Kit leaned forward, brushing a soft kiss against those lips, shaking.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Ty asked, one hand leaving its massage to stroke across his cheek.

“No. Oh God, no. I just... It feels so good, so... real.” He was fighting tears, fighting the wave of need that poured over him.

“It is real, Kit.” Ty leaned forward, the hand on his cheek guiding his head down. “I want to kiss you again.”

“Please.” He whispered the word against Ty’s lips, watching those amazing eyes.

Ty’s tongue licked his lips, parting them just enough for that tongue to slide in as their mouths pressed together. His eyes closed, a single tear escaping as he melted, moaning into the kiss. Tyler’s hand was still on one of his stumps, fingers just stroking now as one kiss slid into another and then another.

So good, so sweet. Kit whimpered, hands sliding into Ty’s hair, thumbs rubbing Ty’s cheeks. Ty tilted his head slightly, turning the kisses deeper.

He fell into the kisses, body thrumming, need coursing through him. Oh, if they didn’t stop, he was going to come. Right here. Ty just kept on kissing him, tongue stroking and playing with his own, one hand still on his leg, caressing from the top of his thigh on down to his stump, over and over again.

His balls tightened and Kit pulled back, forehead resting on Tyler’s. “You... you’re going to make me come, Ty. I’m sorry. It’s just... It’s been a long time.”

“Oh, man, it must have been if you’re ready to come from a few kisses.” Those eyes watched him as the hand on his leg slid up to cup his erection through his shorts. “Let me help take the edge off...”

Kit whimpered, body jerking, hips shifting toward the touch. Oh, dear God. Please. Good.

Ty brought their lips back together again, tongue sliding into his mouth as that warm hand pushed past the waistband of his shorts and wrapped around his prick. He cried out into Ty’s lips, body moving instinctively, hungry for sensation, wanting this so badly. Ty hummed into his mouth, hand hot and tight around his cock, finding a quick pace.

It didn’t take any time, none at all, but it was sweeter than honeycomb, lights bright and sparkling behind his eyes as he came.

Ty kept kissing him, hand moving slow and sweet now, drawing the sensations out. Kit started shaking, overwhelmed, stunned.

“Oh, Kit. S’okay, man, you’re good, you’re doing good.”

Ty’s lips slid over his cheeks, his jaw, hand sliding away from his cock as Ty’s arms slid around his back, just holding him.

“I’m sorry.” The words were husky, just whispered. “I’m not being a stud here at all. I... I’m not usually so big a dork.”

Ty chuckled. “Hey, I’m not complaining -- this way I get to be the stud.”

Kit started laughing, just to keep from crying. “Ride ‘em, cowboy!”

Ty shook his head. “I can’t believe it’s been so long, Kit. You’re a hell of a good-looking man. You’ve got that sexy smile working for you, those eyes, the whole cowboy thing.” Ty kissed him. “So... are you interested in moving to the bed? Getting things going again?”

“I...” He nodded. He was. It might be perverse and wanton and stupid, but it was the best offer he’d had in years. “I am.”

Ty smiled. “Cool.”

Then he was being kissed again, Ty eager and warm.

Kit met the kiss eagerly, with a hunger he hadn’t let himself enjoy in so long. “Bed, Ty. I... I’d like to touch you.”

“Oh man, yeah, that would be great.” Ty smiled and stood up, moving toward the bed. “You need any help?”

“Nope. I got it.” He threw the brakes and moved toward the bed, more sure in his chair than with the prostheses. He hauled himself onto the mattress, sure and comfortable, knowing that his upper body looked strong, looked good.

Ty stripped off his jeans, so he was wearing nothing but briefs and a t-shirt. “Now we’re even. I’ll take off the rest of mine, if you take off the rest of yours.”

“You’ve seen the worst of me and I’ve been wanting to see that tattoo.” He pulled off his t-shirt, the pattern of scars on his left side just visible, almost like a spider web on his skin.

“Oh-ho, so that did intrigue you. I was hoping.” Ty winked and took his skivvies off first, followed by the t-shirt. Turning around, Ty let him get a good look at his back. The tattoo continued across Ty’s shoulders and down his back in the same swirling pattern, the ink following the lines of muscles and curling over one ass cheek. The very bottom of it kissed the top of Ty’s thigh.

“Oh, that’s something else.” Kit moved closer, reaching out, fingers tracing the patterns slow and easy. “Sexy as fuck.”

Ty’s back rippled beneath his touch. “Mm... feels good.”

Kit grinned. Yeah. He had good hands, real good. He didn’t answer, just kept touching, kept finding the spot here or place there that made Ty shake.

“Oh man, I need to sit down, Kit.”

Kit backed up, patted the bed. “Come on, then. There’s plenty of room.”

Oh, oh, that made him feel... Oh. Ty turned and climbed onto the bed. Ty’s cock was hard, the red tip moist, a light flush covering the tanned skin. Kit shifted, pulling off his shorts, leaving himself bare, hoping to hell Ty wasn’t finding him too lacking.

If Ty’s smile was anything to go by, he was doing all right. The man slid close and brought their mouths together again, fingers stroking over his shoulders. His own hands slid down Ty’s belly, stroking and petting, tickling through the mass of curls crowning the hot shaft. Oh, soft. He smiled into their kiss. Sweet.

“You have incredible hands, Kit,” Ty murmured, licking at his smile.

“Years of playing guitar. They’re smart.” He traced a line up the center of that flat stomach, then followed the curve of a rib. Ty made a sweet noise and arched into his touches. He let himself relax, let himself play and touch and feel. Let himself want.

Ty’s lips slid down to his neck, exploring.

That made him chuckle, made him moan. “Damn, Ty. ‘s fucking sweet.”

“Fucking should be sweet. Or hot. Or fun. Or,” Ty laughed, licking at his earlobe. “All of the above.”

“I’ll take D, thanks.” His laughter mixed with Ty’s, his hands tilting that long face for another kiss.

Ty was smiling as they kissed, pulling him down onto the mattress so they were lying side by side. Long fingers explored his body, slid over his skin, making him feel like the center of Ty’s universe. He could handle that, even when Ty’s hand cupped his ass and slid down the back of his leg. His knee rubbed against Ty’s leg and he moaned, tongue sliding along Ty’s smile.

“You got any lube, cowboy? I’ve got condoms but no lube and I want to ride you.” Ty kissed him between words.

“Ride...” He leaned back, looking into Ty’s eyes. He... He’d never moved so fast. Never. “Are you sure? I... It’ll be hard to push up into you like that.”

“You just lie back and let me do all the work.” Ty gave him an easy smile. “I’ll take you to heaven, cowboy.”

“But will you get there with me?” The question was important. No pity fucks. Never.

Ty took his hand and brought it down to the hot, hard cock jutting from Ty’s body. “I’m counting on you taking me with you.”

He grinned, cheeks heating. Him. He did that. Damn. He stretched up, feeling sexy for the first time in years and reached for the lube.

Ty moaned softly, hand sliding along the muscles of his chest. “Very nice.”

The sound that came from him was almost a hum, body arching into the touch. “Believe it or not, I used to be skinny.”

“Yeah?” Ty chuckled, both hands sliding over his chest now, fingers tracing his muscles. “You’re not skinny now.” One hand danced down over his abs. “This is one very sexy six-pack. And I know my six-packs.”