Ian’s
hand.
Stil trying to catch his breath, Bily laid his head
on Ian’s shoulder and licked the sweet sweat that had
accumulated there. He began to move his hand faster
and faster, and when he lifted his head to look at Ian,
Ian’s head was back with eyes shut and mouth open.
Gorgeous, Bily thought. He leaned forward to
suck on Ian’s neck and moaned softly. Then Ian tilted
his head down and kissed Bily. Ian’s tongue pushed
into his mouth, and when it slid over Bily’s tongue,
Ian’s dick pulsed in his grasp, and Ian moaned into
Bily’s mouth. His come was warm on Bily’s hand, and
Ian was panting heavily when he puled out of the kiss.
They lay there against each other for several
minutes, not sure of what to say, not even sure if any
words were adequate to express what they were
feeling. The room was dark except for the embers from
what was left of the fire and the candles as the flames
danced on the ceiling. The air smeled of sex, lingering
around them like a fog, and the silence between them
was somehow comforting.
Bily finaly broke the silence. “You’re realy
something.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“How’s your ankle?”
“What ankle?” Ian replied with a grin.
“Let me take a look,” Bily said. He reached over
to the bedside table and turned on the lamp and was
shocked at the size of Ian’s ankle. It had swolen to the
point where it looked like Ian’s skin would pop at any
minute.
“Damn,” Bily said. “This doesn’t look good at al.
Stay put.” Bily leaped out of the bed, stopping for a
moment to stoke the fire before he headed for the
bathroom.
When Bily found the bathroom light switch and
flipped it on, bright lights flooded the room, and he
immediately shut his eyes against the intrusion. After a
second he slowly opened them and they gradualy
adjusted.
He stood in the middle of the large bathroom,
staring at an oblong sunken whirlpool tub in the center
of the room. Beyond the tub was yet another massive
stone fireplace. On either side of the fireplace were
floor to ceiling paladium windows with frosted glass
panes, framed by heavy gold velvet draperies drawn
back with black rope tiebacks. He quickly scanned the
room. To the right was a long mahogany vanity with
double sinks and a closed door that, he assumed, led to
the toilet. To his left, running the width of the room, was
a large glass-enclosed natural stone shower, with dual
shower heads on either end and a large rain
showerhead in the center. Bily grabbed a washcloth
from the towel rack near the shower and approached
one of the sinks. He turned on the hot water and waited
for it to heat up.
Ian heard water running, and in a couple of
minutes, Bily appeared beside him with a hot
washcloth. Ian felt a warm, wet sensation touching his
thigh and eventualy his hand as Bily wiped away the
thin layer of sticky come.
“Thanks,” Ian said.
“My pleasure,” replied Bily.
Bily puled the comforter up over Ian, and in a
flash he was gone again. Ian heard him bouncing down
the stairs and, within minutes, climbing them again. This
time he had a fresh icepack in one hand and a bowl of
ice in the other. He puled down the comforter, paused
to look at Ian’s naked body, and positioned the
icepack again on Ian’s ankle.
“If I remember correctly,” Bily said, “at this stage
of a sprain, we should be alternating hot and cold
compresses.”
Ian just looked at Bily in amazement.
In the blink of an eye, Bily was in the bathroom
again. Ian once again heard water running, this time with
a heavier flow, and instantly knew that Bily was
drawing him a hot bath.
Ian thought, Bily doesn’t know it yet, but I won’t
be alone in that bathtub.
Bily turned the water on in the bathtub and
adjusted the temperature. He grabbed a large bath
towel from the rack near the shower and placed it
alongside the sunken tub. Noticing that the fireplace had
permanent logs which
hand.
Stil trying to catch his breath, Bily laid his head
on Ian’s shoulder and licked the sweet sweat that had
accumulated there. He began to move his hand faster
and faster, and when he lifted his head to look at Ian,
Ian’s head was back with eyes shut and mouth open.
Gorgeous, Bily thought. He leaned forward to
suck on Ian’s neck and moaned softly. Then Ian tilted
his head down and kissed Bily. Ian’s tongue pushed
into his mouth, and when it slid over Bily’s tongue,
Ian’s dick pulsed in his grasp, and Ian moaned into
Bily’s mouth. His come was warm on Bily’s hand, and
Ian was panting heavily when he puled out of the kiss.
They lay there against each other for several
minutes, not sure of what to say, not even sure if any
words were adequate to express what they were
feeling. The room was dark except for the embers from
what was left of the fire and the candles as the flames
danced on the ceiling. The air smeled of sex, lingering
around them like a fog, and the silence between them
was somehow comforting.
Bily finaly broke the silence. “You’re realy
something.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“How’s your ankle?”
“What ankle?” Ian replied with a grin.
“Let me take a look,” Bily said. He reached over
to the bedside table and turned on the lamp and was
shocked at the size of Ian’s ankle. It had swolen to the
point where it looked like Ian’s skin would pop at any
minute.
“Damn,” Bily said. “This doesn’t look good at al.
Stay put.” Bily leaped out of the bed, stopping for a
moment to stoke the fire before he headed for the
bathroom.
When Bily found the bathroom light switch and
flipped it on, bright lights flooded the room, and he
immediately shut his eyes against the intrusion. After a
second he slowly opened them and they gradualy
adjusted.
He stood in the middle of the large bathroom,
staring at an oblong sunken whirlpool tub in the center
of the room. Beyond the tub was yet another massive
stone fireplace. On either side of the fireplace were
floor to ceiling paladium windows with frosted glass
panes, framed by heavy gold velvet draperies drawn
back with black rope tiebacks. He quickly scanned the
room. To the right was a long mahogany vanity with
double sinks and a closed door that, he assumed, led to
the toilet. To his left, running the width of the room, was
a large glass-enclosed natural stone shower, with dual
shower heads on either end and a large rain
showerhead in the center. Bily grabbed a washcloth
from the towel rack near the shower and approached
one of the sinks. He turned on the hot water and waited
for it to heat up.
Ian heard water running, and in a couple of
minutes, Bily appeared beside him with a hot
washcloth. Ian felt a warm, wet sensation touching his
thigh and eventualy his hand as Bily wiped away the
thin layer of sticky come.
“Thanks,” Ian said.
“My pleasure,” replied Bily.
Bily puled the comforter up over Ian, and in a
flash he was gone again. Ian heard him bouncing down
the stairs and, within minutes, climbing them again. This
time he had a fresh icepack in one hand and a bowl of
ice in the other. He puled down the comforter, paused
to look at Ian’s naked body, and positioned the
icepack again on Ian’s ankle.
“If I remember correctly,” Bily said, “at this stage
of a sprain, we should be alternating hot and cold
compresses.”
Ian just looked at Bily in amazement.
In the blink of an eye, Bily was in the bathroom
again. Ian once again heard water running, this time with
a heavier flow, and instantly knew that Bily was
drawing him a hot bath.
Ian thought, Bily doesn’t know it yet, but I won’t
be alone in that bathtub.
Bily turned the water on in the bathtub and
adjusted the temperature. He grabbed a large bath
towel from the rack near the shower and placed it
alongside the sunken tub. Noticing that the fireplace had
permanent logs which
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