A Decision for Jarren - 23. Chapter 23

Jarren’s body covered Nash’s from lips to groin. Nash still had his lower legs dangling off the bed so Jarren slid off of him, even though he was disinclined to do so and stood up.

“Strip for me, Jarren. Slowly.” Nash commanded as he scooted the rest of his body up the bed until his head was propped on the pillows. His pants bulged indecently and he made sure he drew Jarren’s gaze directly there as he moved his hand along his torso until it rested just above the button of his pants.

Jarren was finding it difficult to breathe. His mouth actually watered at the sight of Nash’s pants swelling obscenely. He painstakingly drew the hem of his shirt out from where it had been tucked into his pants. He wanted to drive Nash crazy. He wanted Nash to take charge and drive him to new heights. He wanted everything Nash had to give.

Nash’s mind was spinning with all of the things he wanted to do to Jarren. Holy fuck, that man had no clue how absolutely fucking sexy he was. Nash watched, his own breathing uneven as Jarren ever so slowly drew his shirt over his head. Every inch of skin that was revealed challenged Nash’s control. Despite the recent lack of exercise Jarren’s abs were still taut, ridges well defined across his stomach. He had the cutest innie belly button and Nash had an overwhelming urge to lick it. He could feel his groin tighten even further.

As Jarren started to unbutton his pants, Nash was trying to decide what he wanted to see first, Jarren’s bare ass or his cock. The room was quiet, the only sounds were their combined increased breathing and now the soft ‘snick’ of each tooth of Jarren’s zipper as it was set free.

“Turn around. Keep going.” Nash instructed as he made a snap decision to view Jarren’s ass first.

Jarren slowly turned around and continued lowering his zipper, tooth by tooth until the slider reached the bottom stop. He could hear Nash’s breathing get just slightly harsher as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of both pants and his boxer briefs and let them glide down smoothly over his hips. The soft material brushed along his hard shaft, wicking up the moisture as it made its tortuous journey towards his thighs.

Jarren somehow managed to kick of his shoes before bending forward slightly as he continued to divest himself of clothing. The movement gave Nash the barest hint of what lay between those firm cheeks. Once the pants had been tossed to the side, Jarren balanced carefully on one foot and then the other as he peeled his socks off.

When he was completely naked he remained standing at the end of the bed with his back to Nash. He could almost feel the heat from Nash’s stare as it took in the glorious expanse of smooth, hard muscle in front of him.

Jarren barely heard it when Nash whispered, “Two steps forward, then turn and face me.”

Jarren took the two steps forward and then languidly turned, wanting to prolong the anticipation that he knew Nash must be feeling.

Nash looked at Jarren with an expression that was predatory, almost feral. His eyes were bright with need and want. Still fully clothed, his body was tense with desire. He took in the sight of Jarren, so gloriously naked in front of him. Jarren still wore the cock ring that he had put on earlier and Nash just knew that without it Jarren would have already blown. He was having immense difficulty keeping himself in check. The cock ring encircled the base of Jarren’s shaft and balls snugly, with just enough grip to slow the blood flow, not cut it off. The result was Jarren’s dick was flushed a beautiful shade of deep pink, the head shiny with moisture.

Needing to move things forward, Nash instructed Jarren, “Undress me.”

Jarren let out a sexy little moan and licked his bottom lip. Nash doubted he even knew that he did it. He pulled Nash’s shoe off of his foot and then the sock quickly followed. He struggled for only a brief moment with the compression sock that covered Nash’s stump. He crawled up onto the bed, hands zooming in on the button and zipper of the pants that were straining over the large bulge demanding to be set free. He got the button undone and the zipper down much more quickly than his own. Nash pulled up his good foot and braced it on the mattress, lifting up his hips so Jarren could pull the pants down.

Nash chuckled when Jarren’s eyes widened at the sight of Nash wearing a sexy black jockstrap, which just barely contained his cock. The material was wet with precum, straining as the hard shaft pushed up against the fabric.

“Holy. Shit.” Jarren breathed. He couldn’t drag his eyes off of the sight. He couldn’t decide if it was more sexy because Nash’s shirt was still on or not. There was only one way to find out. Jarren’s hands were shaking as he clutched the bottom of Nash’s shirt and pulled slightly. Nash complied with the unspoken request and Jarren watched his abs flex as he lifted his torso up so the shirt could be removed. The shirt was dropped over the side of the bed, forgotten as Jarren made up his mind. Ten times sexier with the shirt off.

Nash was laid out on the bed, hands above his head, resting against the headboard. His body giving off waves of heat, chest hair beckoning in the soft light. His left leg, the one with the missing foot, was bent slightly outward, and his right leg was pulled up, foot resting near his butt cheeks. Nash had let the right knee fall outward so that his jock strap covered package was prominently displayed. All Jarren could do was stare, so that is exactly what he did.

Nash allowed it for all of two minutes, then he pulled himself to a sitting position, shifted to the side and ordered Jarren to lie face down on the bed. Knowing how much he had enjoyed being blindfolded, Nash opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out several things. Maneuvering on his knees he tied a blindfold over Jarren’s eyes. Then he had Jarren get himself comfortable on his stomach, making sure his cock pointed downward so Nash could see it. He secured both of Jarren’s hands to the headboard with soft cuffs on each wrist. With every move, he made sure Jarren was OK.

Next he took things a little further. Earlier he had made sure that the legs at the foot of his bed had eye hooks installed on the inner part of the wooden support, out of sight. He had sent a text to Lex while Jarren was occupied earlier in the day asking for help setting the stage. It had been a little awkward asking Ian and Lex to do this for him, but he wanted to surprise Jarren and the guys were willing to help him out. They had stopped by while Jarren and Nash had been having lunch. He didn’t have to tell them why, but they were both smart and had probably guessed. He also didn’t miss the look that had passed between the two other men at dinner. Nash had a feeling that their bed might undergo some minor alterations when they returned home.

Nash spread Jarren’s legs apart so that he was spreadeagle and fastened a padded cuff to each of Jarren’s ankles. Next, he hooked the cuff to a short, stretchy cord that he then clipped onto the eye hook. Jarren would be able to move his legs, but the movement would be limited. There was no way that he would be able to bring his legs together unless Nash unhooked him.

Nash was kneeling at the foot of the bed admiring his handiwork. Jarren was whimpering, soft needy sounds venting from within. Jarren lifted his hips up slightly, trying to give himself a little more room. Nash allowed it. He knew that even that little bit of extra space wasn’t enough to be truly comfortable, after all, Jarren’s cock was still trapped beneath him.

“Everything good? No pain?” Nash asked.

“N-nn-no.” Jarren stammered.

The hinges on Jarren’s control were severely loosened and Nash knew what he was about to do might cause his lover to fall apart so he issued the ultimate command, “Don’t you even think about coming until I say you can. Tell me you understand.”

“I-I-I uh-understand,” Jarren replied through gritted teeth.

Nash smiled and sat back on his one heel. He gave Jarren a minute to get himself centered and focused. There was already a large spot of precum on the sheet beneath Jarren. He should have asked Lex to throw a towel down when he turned down the bed. Too late now. Oh well, sheets could be changed, it wasn’t a big deal. The moment that Nash had given Jarren to settle down, also allowed himself to rein in his libido and he no longer felt as though his cock was going to explode.

Nash reached over Jarren’s outstretched leg and took one more item out of his drawer. He grinned as he gave a quick spin to the Wartenberg wheel that had been delivered while he was in the hospital. This one made a slight clicking sound as the wheel spun around. He saw Jarren tilt his head to the side as he tried to figure out what the sound was. The poky spikes weren’t super sharp, but they would definitely stimulate nerve endings. That is what the original purpose of the medical tool had been, to test nerve reactions. Naughty creatures that humans were, it didn’t take long to discover its use as a sex toy.

Nash decided to start on the sensitive skin on the back of Jarren’s thigh, right above his knee. Jarren‘s reaction as he gently pushed down on the wheel and rolled it upward towards his ass was priceless. Both hands pulled sharply at the rope tethering them. Jarren’s legs tried to bend at the knees, but the short leash they were on didn’t allow it.

“Nash!” was the one word that he managed to utter with a gutteral exhalation as the air was forced from his lungs.

Nash’s cock jerked at both the sound and the sight of a huge glob of precum that lurched from the tip of Jarren’s dick, soaking the sheet. The back of Jarren’s leg now sported a faint pink line. Nash continued to roll the wheel along random parts of Jarren’s skin, each time making Jarren whimper with need.

Jarren was writhing and undulating on the bed and Nash was having more and more difficulty holding it together. He didn’t think he could be any more awed by Jarren’s responsiveness. It didn’t matter what Nash did. In addition to the sharp bite of the Wartenberg wheel he had also added in a few quick little nips with his teeth here and there, onto skin that was now hypersensitive. He never nipped hard enough to break the skin, but one particular harsh nip at Jarren’s left ass cheek did leave a nice little mark that lasted several minutes.

When Jarren started panting rapidly, Nash toned it down. He wanted to heighten his man’s senses, not torture him. Well, maybe just a little torture. He figured Jarren had had enough. He couldn’t help himself though and with one hand he quickly spread those firm butt cheeks apart and with the other he zipped the wheel across the skin in a flash, making sure it hit the tightly puckered hole.

Jarren screamed.

Nash chuckled as he undid the cuffs attached to Jarren’s hands and feet. He left the blindfold on for now. Nash covered Jarren’s body with his own, letting their heated skin fuse together. He adjusted his own weeping member so that it was nestled in the crack of Jarren’s ass. He gave them a few moments to get their bodies under control. Nash honestly couldn’t make up his mind whether or not he wanted to fuck Jarren or if he wanted Jarren to fuck him. Rolling over, he made a decision.

He loosened the blindfold and instructed Jarren. “Fuck me.” he said. “I need you to fuck me hard and fast. Then I’m going to fuck you, slowly, until you come again.” Nash hoisted himself up so that he was on his hands and knees. He was still in control and he had a perverse need to deny Jarren the ability to see his face as he was plowing into his ass.

Jarren grinned as he received his instructions. His body was shaking with the need to get off. He knew Nash would torture him once his cock was buried in his greedy ass and he was looking forward to it. But right now he needed to get inside of Nash. Bye-bye sexy jockstrap, hello naked Nash.

By unspoken agreement both men knew they didn’t need condoms any longer. They had been tested for everything under the sun when they had first been admitted to the hospital and were both squeaky clean. Jarren grabbed the lube that was conveniently placed and quickly flipped the cap up and coated his fingers and drizzled some along Nash’s hole which seemed to be mocking his impatience as it twitched impatiently.

Jarren ran his finger along the puckered skin and without warning pushed the tip of his index finger with one smooth motion until it was all the way in to the hilt. Nash wheezed out a hissing sound at the slight burn. Jarren was impatient, but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Nash. His cock, however had other ideas and as Jarren slowly added his middle finger to the tight heat, Nash bucked forward and then pushed back suddenly so that both of Jarren’s fingers were engulfed all the way to the base. He scissored them back and forth for a few minutes until Nash demanded, “Fuck me now Jarren, pound my ass until you explode."

Jarren didn’t need an engraved invitation. He pulled his fingers out like he had been shocked and the second the tip of his dripping cock touched Nash’s ass, Nash pushed back at the same time Jarren pushed forward. Both men cried out, Jarren at the sudden searing heat that totally engulfed him and Nash at the sudden burn of penetration. He had known it was going to sting, but holy shit, it felt like he sat on a hornet’s nest. Thankfully Jarren didn’t move and the burning sting quickly faded as Nash’s ass stretched to accommodate the intruding prick.

Pleasant warmth replace the burn and Nash tightened his ass muscles and demanded, “Move, Jarren, make it fast. You’re not going to last long. My cock needs your ass. You think I threw you off of the highest mountain before? Get ready to hit the upper atmosphere before you hurtle back to earth.”

Jarren pulled back slightly and then pushed forward quickly, his cock reaching for the furthest depths within Nash. He pulled back again and started slamming his throbbing cock in and out of Nash’s molten chute. Nash was right. It was only a few minutes before Jarren was shouting Nash’s name and shooting cum deep inside. Jarren shook with the intensity of his pent up orgasm. He definitely reaffirmed the fact that he was a volume shooter. Cum leaked out before Jarren was finished with his last thrusts. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He almost wished he had a camera to capture the sight of his cock buried in Nash’s ass, cum oozing out all around.

Jarren collapsed over Nash’s back and just let the other man’s heat soothe his aftershocks. He drew in a ragged breath, trying to get his heartbeat under control. He didn’t want to break the connection, but his muscles were protesting having to hold him up. He slowly pulled his softening dick out of Nash and was rewarded with the sight of creamy, white jizz flowing out of the well fucked hole. His dick was covered with the stuff as well. Nash had collapsed onto his stomach so Jarren bit the bullet and got up. He shuffled to the bathroom on shaky legs and quickly wiped himself off with a towel. He ran one end of the towel under warm water and went back to Nash, cleaning the sticky mess that he had created. When he was done, Nash grabbed the soiled towel and threw it to the side. He rolled over and pulled Jarren into his arms. He was nowhere near done.

His cock had softened during the rough fuck his ass had recieved, but as he held Jarren it started to perk up again. Damn thing had been neglected for too long and wasn’t going to be denied for much longer.

Jarren was still a languid pile of melted goo as Nash started to stroke the smooth skin and hard lines of his back. His hands wandered down to cleft where his ass crack started and Nash scraped the skin lightly with his short fingernails. That managed to pull a pleasant hum from Jarren. Nash knew it wouldn’t take too long for Jarren to get fired up again and proceeded to stoke the embers with soft kisses, gradually turning them into demanding ones.

His own cock was standing at full attention, and when Jarren’s returned to an almost fully hard state, Nash scooted down to lavish attention directly onto it. He covered all the based of a major blow job, kissing, licking, sucking, even lightly scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin, just to hear Jarren hiss. He deep-throated. He flicked his tongue across the crown. He rolled each ball around with his tongue, and not wanting to neglect the nether regions he licked, nipped and sucked all around Jarren’s taint and finally zeroed in on his hole.

Nash spent plenty of time rimming Jarren, adding his fingers in to battle with his tongue. Fingers, being naturally longer, won in the quest to hit the magic button. Nash pulled his head up and gave a satisfying chuckle when Jarren faltered beneath him. Jarren’s cock had started leaking again and at the sight Nash couldn’t wait any longer.

Jarren was lying flat on his back so Nash shifted on his knees and settled in between the legs that were separated, wide apart, needy hole on display. Coating his dick with lube he pulled Jarren’s legs further up so his ass was up against Nash’s thighs. Nash lined himself up and pushed in slowly, oh so, so slowly. Jarren’s tight heat was exquisite in its intensity. Oh, and the fucking sounds he made were almost enough to throw Nash over the edge of the precipice he tottered on. His prior idea to fuck Jarren slowly until he came again was good in theory, but he had no idea how he was going to accomplish it.

Pulling on every mental reserve he possessed, Nash continued his molasses-like pace until at long last he was fully seated, balls flush against those granite ass cheeks. He had to grit his teeth and stay all movement, even breathing, so that he wouldn’t detonate right then and there. It really didn’t help that Jarren had his head thrown back, a look of pure bliss on his face.

Nash somehow managed to hold off, resolving to order another cock ring for himself. Once he felt like he was under control, he started moving, drawing back slowly and then thrusting quickly. He managed to keep himself firmly on the border of that fine line, the one that existed right before you came. He was right there, only managing to persevere through sheer grit and determination. Jarren was going to come again, even if it destroyed him.

Jarren’s hair trigger reactiveness to the kind of stimulation that Nash was giving him had him whimpering and moaning, the sounds ever increasing in volume. Nash wasn’t sure he could last much longer and knew he had to speed things along. He grasped Jarren’s cock and using the liberal precum that was being produced, started stroking him with one purpose; Jarren needed to come so Nash could let loose as well.

It was working. Jarren was bucking beneath him, hips thrusting upward, seeking more contact. High pitched wails accompanied the thrashing of his head back and forth until Jarren screamed “NASH!” as his cock burst forth again. Nash let loose with his own cry “JARREN!’ as his dick burst with fusillade of ammunition, rapid firing deep into Jarren’s depths.

In that moment Nash knew with complete certainty Jarren was his. His vision went bright white as the core of who he was accepted Jarren into his heart completely. Shockwaves shook them both as their balls were utterly drained. Nash never considered himself a volume shooter, but damned if he didn’t fill Jarren to the brim.

Nash collapsed on top of Jarren once again, muscles having no clue how to function properly. Breathing harshly, they gradually came down from their endorphin-fueled high, slowing gaining control over their faculties, which had been blown to pieces.

It was in the moment when they both lay there, softly panting, thar they realized that what they just experienced went far beyond mere fucking. They had made love, hot, soul searing love. Nash felt more whole than he had since Julia died. Yes, there would always be a piece of him that was missing, but Jarren had inserted himself into that piece, not filling it completely, but enough to make Nash feel alive again. He had spent the past six years feeling as if he was just marking time, watching as the rest of the world moved on while he marched in place.

Jarren felt comfortable, truly comfortable with himself for the first time. He knew that Nash made him whole. He had no doubt whatsoever about who he was. He was the man who loved Nash with everything that he had and would move mountains for him. He was gay and he had just had the most awe-inspiring orgasm of his life and it was because of a man, his man.

“I love you Nash.” whispered Jarren.

“I love you Jarren,” whispered Nash at the same time.

It was an eternity that slipped by, or so it seemed, before Nash felt himself slip from Jarren’s backside. Sweat was cooling, lending a slight chill to his skin that normally was warm. In the bliss that had encompassed him, Nash rolled off of Jarren and went to stand up, completely forgetting that he had no foot.

He managed, in the most ungraceful way known to mankind, to twist around so that he actually richocheted off of the side of the mattress before hitting the floor in an undignified tangle of limbs and bedding that he had grabbed at trying to break his fall.

Jarren had been in the middle of rolling over and had tried to warn Nash while lunging for him at the same time. The end result was Jarren getting tangled in the sheets that Nash had grabbed and hauled down with him, landing half on, half off the bed, his head and right arm dangling over the side while his legs were wrapped up in the remnants of blankets and sheets still on the bed.

“Are you OK?” Jarren asked.

“Yep, just embarrassed as all hell. Who the fuck forgets that they don’t have a foot?” he answered.

Jarren started giggling and offered his opinion, “Someone who just had the best orgasm of his life?”

All it took was one glance, Jarren at Nash lying in a tangled heap, and Nash at Jarren, hanging off the side of the bed almost upside down and the giggles hit like a freight train. Soon they were laughing and couldn’t stop. They didn’t even bother to try, they just let go. All of the worry and anxiety that they had been experiencing since the accident, all of the uncertainty hovering around the decision to try to foster and adopt Liam was dispelled through those squeals and barks of laughter. Every snort, every guffaw, every snicker and every full blown belly laugh freed their souls just a little bit more.

When their wits returned to them, Jarren managed to free himself from the knotted sheets and blankets and unwound them from Nash’s limbs as well. He let Nash get himself into a seated position on the floor, then helped him stand up. All while they were still naked. Nash managed to sit down on the side of the bed while Jarren grabbed his crutches for him, then followed him into the bathroom for a much needed shower. Somehow or other they managed to get cleaned and dried off with minimal regression into laughter. Once dried off Nash steadied himself with his hands on Jarren’s shoulders, while Jarren wrangled a clean pair of boxer briefs up his still damp thighs.

Jarren stepped back into the bedroom, with Nash following. It looked like a tornado had hit the bed. Jarren heard the distinct clunk of Nash’s crutches as he made his way over to his closet. Balancing himself carefully, Nash reached up to the shelf above his clothes and grabbed another set of sheets and a blanket. He only had the one comforter, but he didn’t think that they would need one. The nights were mild and he knew his internal furnace would kick in as soon as Jarren was snuggled up against him. He also snagged his extra mattress pad, knowing the one that he had on there was wet in more than one place. Nash could feel himself blush remembering the amount of Jarren’s cum that had leaked out of his ass.

Jarren already had the bed stripped down to the bare mattress. He gathered all the soiled bedding and half dragged, half carried it to the little alcove where the washer and dryer were located. Nash had followed him and nudging him out of the way with one crutch said “I’ll take care of getting this started. Can you make the bed up? I don’t think I can get the sheets on while trying to balance on these things,” indicating his crutches.

Jarren leaned over and gave him a kiss before replying “I think I can manage.”

In short order Jarren had the bed looking presentable again, hospital corners and all. Nash had the first load going with the sheets and blanket. His bed was a queen and the washer was a top loader that had a large barrel tub with no agitator in the middle so he could fit those things in without the chance of the machine becoming unbalanced and making an unholy racket. The comforter would have to wait until morning.

The guys climbed back into bed and arranged themselves comfortably, Nash on his back, head and shoulders propped up on two pillows. Jarren was on his left side, pressed against Nash’s heat with his head resting on Nash’s shoulder. They fell into the familiar intimate pattern that had become second nature to them. Jarren sifting his fingers through the light pelt of dark hair that covered Nash’s chest and belly, and Nash nonchalantly tracing random patterns along the hills and valleys of Jarren’s back muscles.

They talked about everything, they talked about nothing. Periods of comfortable silence were scattered amongst the random ideas and thoughts that they voiced. Hopes and dreams were shared, fears and apprehensions were vanquished with reassurances and soft kisses.

Eventually the occasions of silence overtook the periods of conversation and it was well past midnight when the only sounds became the soft even breathing of both men as they fell asleep, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s arms.