Kit’s a music producer who used to do the singing himself. He was quite the star, actually, until an accident in his tour bus took whipped out nearly his entire band. Kit didn’t come out it unscathed, though. Along with emotional scars, he lost both legs and hasn’t sung a note since.
Tyler’s more concerned with how Kit makes him feel than whether or not the man has artificial limbs, and he pursues Kit eagerly. Can Tyler help Kit to believe in love again?
Originally published in the Bus Stories anthology and as a stand alone by a different publisher.
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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.
Sean
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