"I'm sorry."
Luke patted the hand I had on his shoulder." "Don't be. Hopefully he'll serve time and find out what it feels like to be treated like a piece of inconsequential rubbish."
I leaned forward and ran my fingertips over the angry, purple bruises which covered his chest and noted the still healing scar from his surgery. How the man even stayed upright was a mystery to me. He needed rest and lots of it so he could heal fully.
I felt him shudder as my fingers explored every ridge and valley of hard muscle and our eyes remained locked on each other's.
"Excuse me, I have chores to do."
I was totally engrossed in Luke's gorgeous body and barely heard Wendy leave the room.
Luke spread his legs and pulled me between them, his hands then moved to the sides of my face and he drew my head down to his.
"Kyle…."
His lips descended on mine. The kiss soft, tentative at first. As heat rose between us, our kiss deepened, becoming almost desperate. My hands clutched at his biceps while my cock thickened, and balls filled. We swallowed each other's groans, parting only when we needed air. As I sucked down large gulps, I searched Luke's eyes for any sign of regret There was none. All I could see in his heated gaze was want, lust.
"Your father found out you were gay." It was a statement not a question.
Luke's eyes lowered, a tear rolled down his cheek and he nodded. My heart broke for him. I placed fingers under his chin, lifted his face, brushed away the tear and kissed him gently.
"It'll be okay, babe." I wondered if my father would react the same way, but as scared as I was to tell my family I was gay, I knew in my heart they would accept me.
He gave me a watery smile while my heart beat rapidly in my chest.
Luke Kelly was gay! My dreams were coming true.
CHAPTER SIX
LUKE
I’d kissed Kyle, actually kissed the man of my dreams. Found the courage to show him how I felt, and he hadn't seemed to mind, if his response was anything to go on. The rumors from school appeared to be true and I was as happy as a dog with two tails. "We need to talk about what just happened."
Kyle nodded. "Yeah, we do, but let me bandage you up first and we can move to where it's more comfortable."
Your bed? As much as I loved the prospect of fucking Kyle into next week, my body was nowhere near up to that kind of exertion.
Kyle reached for the bandage he'd placed on the bench, and I grabbed for his arm, his silence bothered me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes." The answer was short, clipped.
Panic seeped in, Kyle appeared to be distancing himself. Was he regretting what had just happened? I lifted my arms as he wrapped the bandage around me and winced with the pain of the pressure
"Too tight?"
"No, tender."
He didn't walk around as I'd expected when he'd asked me to sit on the stool, instead he stayed between my legs and reached behind me as he worked. Our bodies brushed, and when I lowered my eyes, it was to find his cock was every bit as aroused and hard as mine.
When I lifted my face he was staring at me, the heat radiating from his eyes made it obvious how he was feeling.
After securing the strapping, Kyle stepped back and offered me his hand. I slipped my palm against his and stood with our fingers entwined. Together we padded to the living room. I sat on the oversized couch but Kyle remained standing.
"I'll grab our coffees."
I nodded and watched the rise and fall of his arse as he left the room. I was eager to sink my cock into him but would have to be patient.
***
KYLE
My head spun with how happy, ecstatic, I felt. I couldn't wait to taste Luke. Although his injuries prevented anything too strenuous at this point, there were other ways I could savor the man.
Our coffee mugs sat on the bench where Wendy had placed them some time ago, and on testing, I found they were cold. I also noted Wendy's sat untouched as did the sandwiches she’d made. I emptied the contents of the mugs into the sink, boiled the kettle, and made a fresh brew. The mundane activity gave my hammering heart a chance to slow down and my eager cock the opportunity to soften. It also gave me an opportunity to think over what had happened to Luke at the hands of his father, a man who was supposed to love him unconditionally. I wanted to wring his fucking neck. How could a father inflict such terrible injuries on his own child?
It hurt knowing Luke, a man who dedicated his life to helping others had been beaten so brutally.