he assumed were gas logs, he
looked for a way to turn them on. At the base of the
fireplace, built into the hearth, was an on-off switch. He
flipped the switch into the “on” position, and with a
whoosh, blue flames shot out from beneath the logs.
Near the bathtub faucet was a footed silver tray holding
a grouping of glass bottles and jars, an assortment of
candles, and a book of matches. Bily knelt down next
to the tray and read the labels, seeing that the bottles
contained bath salts and oils, which he knew would
make for a nice bath. He chose a bottle of bubble bath
and poured an ample amount into the quickly filing tub,
and immediately, bubbles started to appear. He lit a
couple of candles, stood, took a quick look at his
handiwork, and as he was exiting the bathroom,
adjusted the lights for the perfect ambience.
Ian had propped himself up on a couple of
pilows exactly where Bily had left him, shivering a little
from the icepack, but he seemed to be relaxed and in
pretty good condition, considering. Bily puled the
comforter down, gently removed the icepack, and for
the fourth time in one day, scooped Ian up and carried
him into the bathroom.
“Bily?” Ian said as they entered the bathroom.
“Yes, Ian?”
“I need to pee.”
“Okay.” Bily changed direction and walked
toward the toilet. “I’l stand you up at the toilet, but no
weight on that foot, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” Ian replied.
Bily balanced Ian on one foot while he took care
of business. When Ian was through, he shifted his
weight over to Bily, who helped him over to sit at the
side of the sunken tub, letting his legs hang over into the
welcoming, hot bubble bath. Bily got into the tub and
then helped Ian step in and lower himself to a sitting
position. Bily stood to get out of the tub, and Ian
grabbed his hand.
“Not so fast,” Ian said. “Sit.”
“Nope, I don’t want to chance hitting your ankle.
You need to be stil, and if I get in this tub with you, al
bets are off,” Bily replied.
“Sit,” Ian said again. “Please.”
The look in Ian’s eyes told Bily he realy had no
choice. Besides, he wanted to be as close to Ian as he
could be. He eased back down into the water across
from Ian and placed Ian’s foot in his lap to secure it. Ian
simply smiled in victory and leaned, looking at Bily.
Ian relaxed in the warm water. The security of his
ankle in Bily’s lap and Bily’s legs on each side of him
made him feel oddly content. How can this man, a
man I’ve known for such a short time, make me feel
this way?
He unconsciously reached for Bily’s right leg,
placed his right hand under the heel of Bily’s foot, and
with his left hand, began to massage his calf. Ian
worked his way up and down Bily’s leg, massaging
intently. He continued his way down over his ankle and.
with his thumbs. began to massage the bal of Bily’s
foot. Ian watched as Bily closed his eyes, laid his head
back, and relaxed into the pleasure.
As Ian gently rubbed Bily’s foot, he, too, relaxed
and closed his eyes. His mind instantly went to this man,
this sweet, sensitive man across from him. Bily had
been so attentive to his every need. He’d taken care of
him al day and continued to do so into the night, with a
gentle and genuine touch to which Ian was not
accustomed.
Ian tried to get lost in the moment, to simply enjoy
what was happening, but his mind wouldn’t alow it.
The same thought came rushing back to him over and
over again. Can’t love and can’t trust.
He had long ago decided that he could never
totaly give his heart to another man, never totaly trust
anyone again. The risk of loving, trusting, and possibly
losing was far too great. The stakes were too high, and
his heart, even after so much time had passed, was stil
too sensitive to chance it.
Anyway, why was he thinking about this? They
had just met. But for some reason this man had affected
him, touched him in a way that
looked for a way to turn them on. At the base of the
fireplace, built into the hearth, was an on-off switch. He
flipped the switch into the “on” position, and with a
whoosh, blue flames shot out from beneath the logs.
Near the bathtub faucet was a footed silver tray holding
a grouping of glass bottles and jars, an assortment of
candles, and a book of matches. Bily knelt down next
to the tray and read the labels, seeing that the bottles
contained bath salts and oils, which he knew would
make for a nice bath. He chose a bottle of bubble bath
and poured an ample amount into the quickly filing tub,
and immediately, bubbles started to appear. He lit a
couple of candles, stood, took a quick look at his
handiwork, and as he was exiting the bathroom,
adjusted the lights for the perfect ambience.
Ian had propped himself up on a couple of
pilows exactly where Bily had left him, shivering a little
from the icepack, but he seemed to be relaxed and in
pretty good condition, considering. Bily puled the
comforter down, gently removed the icepack, and for
the fourth time in one day, scooped Ian up and carried
him into the bathroom.
“Bily?” Ian said as they entered the bathroom.
“Yes, Ian?”
“I need to pee.”
“Okay.” Bily changed direction and walked
toward the toilet. “I’l stand you up at the toilet, but no
weight on that foot, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” Ian replied.
Bily balanced Ian on one foot while he took care
of business. When Ian was through, he shifted his
weight over to Bily, who helped him over to sit at the
side of the sunken tub, letting his legs hang over into the
welcoming, hot bubble bath. Bily got into the tub and
then helped Ian step in and lower himself to a sitting
position. Bily stood to get out of the tub, and Ian
grabbed his hand.
“Not so fast,” Ian said. “Sit.”
“Nope, I don’t want to chance hitting your ankle.
You need to be stil, and if I get in this tub with you, al
bets are off,” Bily replied.
“Sit,” Ian said again. “Please.”
The look in Ian’s eyes told Bily he realy had no
choice. Besides, he wanted to be as close to Ian as he
could be. He eased back down into the water across
from Ian and placed Ian’s foot in his lap to secure it. Ian
simply smiled in victory and leaned, looking at Bily.
Ian relaxed in the warm water. The security of his
ankle in Bily’s lap and Bily’s legs on each side of him
made him feel oddly content. How can this man, a
man I’ve known for such a short time, make me feel
this way?
He unconsciously reached for Bily’s right leg,
placed his right hand under the heel of Bily’s foot, and
with his left hand, began to massage his calf. Ian
worked his way up and down Bily’s leg, massaging
intently. He continued his way down over his ankle and.
with his thumbs. began to massage the bal of Bily’s
foot. Ian watched as Bily closed his eyes, laid his head
back, and relaxed into the pleasure.
As Ian gently rubbed Bily’s foot, he, too, relaxed
and closed his eyes. His mind instantly went to this man,
this sweet, sensitive man across from him. Bily had
been so attentive to his every need. He’d taken care of
him al day and continued to do so into the night, with a
gentle and genuine touch to which Ian was not
accustomed.
Ian tried to get lost in the moment, to simply enjoy
what was happening, but his mind wouldn’t alow it.
The same thought came rushing back to him over and
over again. Can’t love and can’t trust.
He had long ago decided that he could never
totaly give his heart to another man, never totaly trust
anyone again. The risk of loving, trusting, and possibly
losing was far too great. The stakes were too high, and
his heart, even after so much time had passed, was stil
too sensitive to chance it.
Anyway, why was he thinking about this? They
had just met. But for some reason this man had affected
him, touched him in a way that
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