Page 21 of Sight Unseen

Jon’s tone was cold when he eventually spoke. “Really, Nate, we’re not having a pissing contest over you. I care about you, that’s all. I’m sorry if you don’t see it that way.”

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” I whispered past the lump in my throat. “I don’t see.”

Cody gave a soft exclamation of distress and gripped my arm. “Nate, I’m so sorry—”

I shook my head, holding back hot tears of frustration. I was about to break down and I didn’t want him seeing me lose it.

I turned toward Cody. “It’s okay. Maybe you should go though. Thanks for coming by. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got somewhere else to be.”

It was difficult to make a grand exit from the room, given the circumstances, but I liked to think I managed it with some dignity. Apart from once again knocking a picture off the wall. Obviously, Jon had not moved all of them.

I went into my room, and closed the door firmly behind me, disrobed down to my boxers, pulled back the covers, and crawled under them, shutting the whole world out.

Let it go on without me for a while. I need to think.

***

I didn’t hear Jon come to bed that night and I wasn’t even sure he had. When I woke, his side of the bed was cold. The house seemed empty. A frisson of fear swept through me.

Jesus, maybe he’s left and I’m all alone.

How the hell would I know? I groaned, swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. I needed to take a piss so I stumbled to the bathroom and reacquainted myself with the toilet seat, ensuring the lid was up. I aimed and fired. The sound of my pee hitting the water in the bowl was a welcome sound, rather than have it splash back on me as had been the case more than a few times in the hospital.

The shower wasn’t such an ordeal today. The soap was where it should be and all was right with the world. I was busy washing my hair, lathering shampoo into a sudsy mess, when there was a knock on the shower door. I started, getting shampoo in my eyes, and yelped in pain.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Maybe I need a bell or something. Like a cat.” Jon’s voice sounded wry and I turned toward him in relief that he was still there.

“It’s okay. No real harm done.”

“Listen, about last night.” There was the sound of the toilet lid being put down and I imagined Jon sitting down on it. “I’m sorry if you got upset. I didn’t mean to do that, it’s all so damn difficult for m—us, and sometimes maybe I mess up.”

I shrugged. “It’s fine. Didn’t you come to bed?”

“I slept on the couch. Thought we both needed the space.”

I washed the shampoo from my hair. I was glad he didn’t sound pissed at me for the whole dramatic exit thing. I wondered what, if anything, he and Cody said to each other after I left. That was a phone call I’d need to make. Cody didn’t hold grudges, and he’d been there for me and fought my corner. I wanted to make sure he knew I appreciated that, even though I’d gone off in a huff.

The shower door opened and I drew in a breath as a warm and naked body pressed itself against my back. It had been too damn long and my cock went from zero to hero in one second flat.

“Let me show you how sorry I am,” Jon whispered as his hands encircled my cock and stroked. His balls pushed against the back of my thighs, the tip of his cock in my crease. “Maybe this will release some tension in us both.”

I was both relieved and surprised. Like sex in cars, togetherness showers weren’t Jon’s thing.

Jon pulled me around to face him and I moaned as his hand stroked faster. Greedy fingers grasped me, stroking me to a point I knew wouldn’t take long to reach.

Oh God, that feels good. It’s been too long since I’ve had his hands on me like this.

I reached out to pull his head closer, to reach his lips. This time there was no resistance and Jon’s mouth covered mine wantonly. I sighed into it as he jacked me off, water running down my body, the sensation of still being wanted flooding me like warm syrup.

From the hard cock prodding my own, Jon was as turned on as I was. He must still want me.

Water trickled into my mouth while sucking on Jon’s tongue. His gasp of pleasure sent a shockwave to my already fluttering stomach. I groaned loudly, the heat from our bodies combined with the wet, slick skin rubbing against mine, making my body tingle.

Jon’s hands on my cock grew fiercer, his thumb pressing into my slit. His thrusts between my cheeks grew erratic and stronger as he frotted against my willing body. The velvet sweep of his fingers over my hole was torture, and when I found my voice, I was going to beg him to fuck me.

Jon gasped against my ear, his thrusts getting weaker, and warm liquid flooded my belly.

I moaned in disappointment, knowing he’d come already.