Learning to Walk, a City Hospital Novel (19 page)

Neil kept pushing in, nice and slowly, working his way in inch by inch. Kit was tight and oh my god hot and it was better than anything he’d done with anyone in a very long time.

“Neil.” Kit was back to whispering. “God, yes. So much yes.”

He pushed in until his hips were snugged up against Kit’s ass, the position seeming even more intimate because of the way their legs were tangled together. He rested his head against Kit’s shoulder.

“Why are you stopping?” Kit whispered. “This is the moving part. I remember moving.”

“Just giving you a minute to get used to it.” A minute to be here on the cusp of fucking, to enjoy just this, being buried deep inside his lover for the first time. “Shh.” Neil hushed Kit when he heard his lover take a breath and open his mouth.

“Pushy,” Kit whispered.

He giggled, his cock shifting inside Kit.

“Oh God.” Kit groaned. “That. Do that again. Just a little.”

“Shh.” He said it more insistently this time and circled his hips.

Kit shushed. At least he stopped talking; the sounds kept coming, though, low and almost growly. Neil could see one of Kit’s hands flexing and relaxing, and flexing again as he held onto the bed covers.

It felt so good, Neil kept doing it. He’d start thrusting soon, he was pretty sure he’d have to, but for now, he kept circling, feeling Kit all around his cock.

“Uhn.” Kit’s hand stopped grasping and went flat on the bed. He squeezed around Neil, his ass going even tighter, and he shifted his hips back, clearly trying to make Neil move.

Neil leaned down to give Kit a hard kiss. “I’m running the show here.”

“I’m trying not to!” Kit protested. “But my ass is full of a very hard of cock, and it’s been a long time, and my body wants to just go.”

“We’re being in the moment, enjoying your ass and my cock.”

Kit made a frustrated sound, but he stopped trying to move. “When I’m in you, I won’t tease so much.” His tone didn’t make it clear if that was a threat or a promise.

“I’m not teasing. I’m making it last.” He did give in, though, to Kit and to his own body’s needs. He started to pull out, moving slowly and stopping with only the head of his cock inside Kit’s body. Then he pushed slowly in again. This low groan was pulled out of his body, the sound full of his need.

“Yes,” Kit whispered. “Oh, yes.” He reached back and held onto Neil’s hip.

Neil kissed Kit’s shoulder and kept moving, slowly, but still moving. Back and forth, he pushed into Kit’s body. The hand on his hip dug in, but didn’t guide; it was like Kit needed to have the bit of connection for a while. When he started to breathe harder, though, Kit let go and took hold of his own erection instead. Neil reached around and twined his fingers with Kit’s, sharing the job of stroking Kit’s cock.

Kit’s breathing grew closer to gasps with each movement and his head fell back on Neil. “I don’t know if I can make it last for very long,” he confessed.

“It doesn’t matter. Just enjoy it while it does.” He pushed a little harder but not a lot. He wanted Kit to feel every second.

“I am. I really am.” Kit nodded and Neil could feel Kit’s fingers tighten a bit. “Oh, God. Neil. You feel so good.”

“You too.” Like really, really.

He slid his hand with Kit’s, moving them a little faster as he pushed up against Kit’s ass cheeks again and again.

With another long, rough noise, Kit managed to drag his knee up a few inches, opening himself wider. It was an effort, that much was clear, but when he’d done it his hand almost flew along his cock, pulling Neil’s with it. “There,” Kit said, his voice tight. “Oh, God. Harder, Neil. Harder.”

He moved faster, began to pound into Kit, his own orgasm building in the small of his back, in his balls. Every time he thrust deep, Kit grunted in response and arched his back. When the grunt turned into a cry, Kit’s hand stilled on his erection and Kit gave a long shudder, all over. “Yes,” he said, dragging the word out as he started to come, going tight-tight-tight around Neil.

Neil kept pushing in, trying to keep hitting Kit’s gland so the orgasm would be even better.

Kit came in hard bursts, his back curling down and then up as he shot. He was noisy, which Neil was beginning to know was just Kit, and then he went limp. His hand was sticky, he was making contented sounds, and his body was still open for Neil.

Smiling, Neil rested his chin on Kit’s shoulder and gave a number of quick, shallow thrusts, so close to following Kit over into orgasm.

“Come on,” Kit coaxed, sounding drowsy. “Come in me. I want to feel it.”

“Oh God.” With that, Neil came, filling up the condom.

“Nice.” Kit’s sticky hand rested on Neil’s leg. “So nice.” He was almost purring.

Neil panted, resting his head against Kit’s shoulder. “Uh-huh. Whoop even.”

Kit laughed, his body shaking. “Whoop, indeed. Why don’t you stay the night? If you can tolerate seeing my dad across the breakfast table, anyway.”

Neil nodded without thinking about it. “I’d like that.”

“Me, too.” Kit looked pleased. “Good.” After a moment he added, “Though we should probably shower tonight, if only so we can sleep without sticking to each other.”

Neil laughed, his cock sliding out of Kit as he did. He dealt with the condom and snuggled back in. “In a few.”

“Not yet,” Kit agreed, drawing Neil’s arms tighter.

Neil lay there quietly, just enjoying the afterglow. Enjoying Kit.

This had been the best date yet.

Chapter Thirteen

It was a beautiful sunny day with crisp air and the fresh smell that only comes after a rain. Kit was enjoying the hell out of it as he and Neil strolled along with no real destination in mind. They were out for a walk just because Kit could.

They did a lot of that, just wandering around for the joy of it. Kit knew that Neil didn’t mind, at least not much. They went into stores and got treats for meals, or rented movies, or lingered in book stores.

This time they were walking on the sidewalk next to a park. On one side they had green, and children, and happy sounds of playing. On the other was parked cars, presumably belonging to some of the people in the park. “I like that green Impala,” Kit said, pointing. “The color of it, I mean.”

“I bet it’s a gas guzzler.” Neil gave him a grin. “But the color’s okay.”

“There’s a gas guzzler.’s a gasd Kit pointed to a big, rangy-looking SUV with huge tires. “Not like that.” “That” was a sleek and long street motorcycle, built primarily to look sexy as far as Kit was concerned. “Ducati.”

“Bless you?”

Kit was startled for a moment and then grinned. “The bike. It’s a Ducati. Streetfighter, I think.” Kit headed to the bike, wanting to take a better look.

“Ah. Of course. Streetfighter? That sounds... more dangerous than the usual.”

“It’s just a name.” Kit squeezed his fingers and looked the bike over. It was well kept and nicely polished, all gleaming black with red. “It sure is pretty.” He let go of Neil’s hand and circled the bike. “Someone loves it.”

“Does it make you want to get one?”

Kit shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know about that. I can’t see owning a bike again, I don’t think. I’ll ride, but it’ll be like taking someone else’s out for a spin once in a while. Maybe. I’ll have to see what happens the first time I try it.” He could have a massive panic attack. He knew Neil wasn’t a fan, and Kit didn’t want to worry him, either.

“I don’t think I want to know if you do. It would make me crazy with worry.”

That totally didn’t surprise Kit. He gave Neil a smile and stepped away from the bike. “Can I tell you after? Or should I not mention it at all?”

“No, you should tell me after. I don’t want it to be like you’re hiding it from me. I just don’t want to have to worry about it.”

Kit nodded. “Okay. I can do that. I don’t want you to worry. I really don’t. But I think this might be something I need to find out about myself, at some point. Not right now, though. Not this month.”

“Good. In my mind it’ll be never, and that way I don’t have to think about it.” Neil gave a small shrug. “It’s just something that I can’t reconcile.”

“I know, honey.” He did. He wouldn’t want Neil to do something that had led to great injury, either. But for Kit it wasn’t that simple, not really. The bike hadn’t hurt him, the drunk had. The bike had just not been very good protection against a bigger object. “I won’t do anything that will put myself in danger.”

Neil reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezed it once before letting go again. “Thanks.” Then he got a grin. “Have I mentioned lately how cool it is that we can walk together like this?”

Kit laughed. “It is, isn’t it?” He wasn’t sure he’d ever get past how cool it was to just put one foot ahead of the other and propel his body.

“Yes. It is.” Neil rolled his eyes. “Your mind is still on that bike, though.”

“A little,” he had to admit. He turned to look at it again. “It sure is pretty. Way prettier than mine was.”

A hot looking guy in biking leathers strolled up to the bike, giving them a nod. “You admiring my baby?”

Kit nodded back and grinned. “I am. He’s not too sure. It’s really nice looking. How does she ride?”

“Like a dream.” The guy looked him up and down. “You wanna go for a spin?”

“No, thank you.” Kit said with a smile. He didn’t even glance at Neil, and he didn’t respond to the once over other than with short burst of flattered amusement. “I don’t like to worry my boyfriend.”

“Well, that’s a damn shame.”

Neil snorted but didn’t say anything.

Kit grinned. “But thanks anyway. She looks like she goes like a bat out of hell.” He offered his hand to Neil. “Ready to keep walking?”

Neil’s hand slid into his. “Yeah. If you’re sure you don’t want to take a spin on the speedkiller thing.”

“Streetfighter,” Kit said mildly. He nodded to the biker with another smile. “Have fun.”

“If you change your mind…” The guy gave him a wink and put on his helmet, attention going back to his bike.

Kit shook his head and chuckled a s he started to walk away, taking Neil with him. “If I do ride, it won’t be like that,” he said quietly, just for Neil to hear. “I promise.”

“Yeah?” Neil looked happy at that.

“Yeah.” Kit nodded. “Not a bike like that, not a guy like that, and certainly not with a come on like that.” That part had been funny, really, but maybe not to Neil.

“So... no regrets that you ditched me as your therapist so we could do this?” Neil waved a hand in the air.

Kit snorted and shook his head. “No, of course not. You?”

“No, I’m glad you did it. I’m glad we didn’t have to wait any longer than we did.”

“If you recall, I didn’t think we had to wait even that long,” Kit said with a grin. “You held me off.”

“It was the right thing to do!”

“I was very frustrated,” Kit pointed out, teasing. “Exceedingly so. I spent a lot of time jerking off. It was all your fault.”

“There are worse things to be responsible for. Or doing.”

Kit laughed, delighted. “So true.” He looked around and tried to remember exactly where they’d left the car at the start of their wander. “I think this walk is just about over.”

“Of course it is.” Neil looked like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

Kit peered at him. “You got me hot on purpose.”

“Nope.” Neil grinned. “But the minute you start talking about sex, it’s time to go home.”

“True.” Kit laughed and headed them toward the car. “You know me so well.”

“I do.” Neil stopped and pulled on his hand, bringing him back to where his lover was standing. “I do.”

Kit looked at him. “So serious.”

“I am serious. I know you. And I love you, okay?”

“I’m glad.” Kit touched Neil’s cheek. “I love you, too. And I’m glad you know me.”

“Okay.” Neil grinned suddenly. “We can go now. I just needed to make sure you were paying attention to that.”

“I always pay attention to the most important parts.” Kit kissed him, not caring that they were in the middle of the sidewalk. Neil kissed him back, arms going around his waist, tongue sliding between his lips.

They were really going to have to get to somewhere else soon. Standing and walking were all well and good, but Neil made Kit’s knees weak and he didn’t want to fall -- it would make Neil worried and the sex would lose priority. He kissed Neil back, though, because not to was unthinkable.

A low wolf-whistle sounded and Neil pulled away, color high but eyes happy. “Come on. I’m taking you home before I forget how to drive.”

“Uh-huh.” Kit liked the sound of that. “Home is where the bed is. Let’s go.”

Laughing, Neil fell into step with him.

***

Kit kept his hands to himself while Neil drove them back to the apartment. He wasn’t sure when he’d started thinking of Neil’s place as the apartment rather than Neil’s, and he chose not to look too closely at that. It was, after all, not where he lived.

The keeping his hands to himself part of the ride was a given -- Neil would get very, very cranky if Kit caused him to break any traffic laws, and a cranky Neil wasn’t part of the goal.

The goal, of course, was a lot of kissing and loving. That was usually the goal, but it really was just then, after seeing that pretty bike and having some kind of breakthrough in their relationship. Kit really wanted to get a lot of loving in right then.

They made it there without any moving violations and even all the way into the apartment. Once there, however, Kit let restraint go and barely let Neil get his shoes off before backing him into the wall and kissing him, hard. Neil’s arms wrapped around him, his kiss somewhat -- but only a little -- marred by the way Neil was laughing at him.

“Stop that,” Kit admonished. “If you laugh, I’ll laugh, and then we’ll need to regroup.”

“You make me happy, Kit.” Neil rubbed their noses together. “Laughing is a good thing. And you being able to push me up against the wall as soon as we get in is a good thing, too.” Neil’s hands slid along his back, slowly up and down.

“So pushy is good now?” Kit grinned and pushed a little more firmly. He nuzzled into Neil’s neck and kissed there, teasing the skin with his tongue.