Touch Me by Chris Scully Read Free Book Online

applying a steady, relentless rhythm that had the older man squirming, but not in pain.
    Suddenly, Allan cried out in surprise as his body convulsed in unexpected orgasm. Tremors ripped through him. He bucked on the table. If Erik hadn’t been holding on to him, he might have toppled straight off, but Erik just tightened his arms around the man’s torso and let him ride it out.
    Minutes went by as Allan’s muscles continued to contract and spasm. Finally, he sagged limply against Erik, breathing raggedly. Overcome. Beneath his palm, Allan’s heart thundered. Tears leaked from beneath his closed eyes and ran down his cheeks. Cindy rose from her knees, gently stroking Allan’s legs, his chest, the love between them thick and palpable. She took her husband’s hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. Her eyes were wet too as she smiled gratefully at Erik.
    Allan stirred. He gazed at his wife, softly stroking the side of her face. “I love you, baby,” she whispered. “We can make it.” Erik blinked back his own tears. He gently removed the massager.
    “Gonna have to get one of those,” Allan said, a little shaky. He held his still-soft penis cautiously, like a man just learning himself. When he saw the dribble of semen on his thigh, a hoarse sob tore from Allan’s throat. Erik hoped it was relief.
    As soon as he was sure Allan wasn’t going to fall over, Erik loosened his hold and let the man lean into his wife’s embrace.
    “I’ll leave you two alone for a minute,” he whispered. “Take your time.” He laid a towel on the table and left the couple on their own while he went to gain control of his own raging emotions.
    In the corridor outside the room, Erik listened to their hushed murmurs through the closed door. He slid down the wall until his butt hit the floor, the ache in his chest heavy and all-encompassing.
    He had felt so close to George in there. Closer than he’d felt in a long time. And yet the hole in his heart kept widening.
    It had felt like he was saying goodbye.
    “Hey, baby. I heard you had a rough day.” A short time later, Erik leaned over the hospital bed that now dominated the main floor guest bedroom and pressed a kiss to George’s temple. He combed his fingers through the thick, silver hair, freshly washed by Luce. Over the top of the oxygen mask, George smiled with his clear, gray eyes. It was the only thing he was capable of doing now.
    Erik gave his scalp a gentle scratch. George might not be able move his muscles anymore, but he could still feel, and he loved being touched. Erik knew that look in his eyes.
    The man he loved was still there, just trapped by his own body.
    George blinked five times in rapid succession. Their own brand of Morse code. Five times meant “what’s wrong?” or “how are you?” depending on the situation.
    Erik put a smile on his face. He hadn’t realized he’d been so transparent, but he supposed that after nearly three decades together, George knew him well. Tonight’s session had left him sad and empty and very aware how little time they had left. Soon the portable breathing ventilator wouldn’t be enough, and George would likely go into palliative care. They both knew it.
    He wanted to tell George he couldn’t play their game anymore—he didn’t feel the least bit turned on—but here was his man, bright-eyed, eager and alert. Expectant. Erik couldn’t bear to let him down. Didn’t George deserve what little comfort he could get, if only so that he could momentarily forget about the prison his body had become? This might be their last time.
    Erik undressed slowly, making a show of it for George, even though there was a yawning pit in his stomach. His thoughts turned to Jeremy, sweet Jeremy who still emailed him at least once a week, and he felt his cock respond. George’s eyes glittered above the face mask.
    Erik gathered up his supplies from the nightstand, lowered the side railing of the bed and crawled in next to George. He slipped a hand