Showers, Kisses, and Cuddles
A few days ago, Vinny had his surgery. I have been taking care of him and keeping him company since then, and I plan to spend the summer with him. We haven’t had sex since the surgery, but we’ve taken showers together, made out, and cuddled.
We were sitting on the couch, Vinny was resting his head on my shoulder, my arm around him, running my hand through his hair. I noticed he was deep in thought, because he was blankly staring across the room. Being careful, I pulled Vinny into my lap and kissed him lightly.
“Hey, you okay?” I asked him, lacing out hands together.
He turned, burying his head in the crook of my neck. He started silently crying, and then he was shaking. I wrapped my arms around his body, resting my cheek against him. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it worked. I kissed his cheek, then his forehead, then his nose, and last his lips. I could feel my shirt getting damp, but I didn’t mind.
“Hey Vinny, what’s wrong?” I asked.
“Everything,” he cried.
“Shh. What’s going on?”
“I’m useless,” he mumbled.
“What? No you’re not!” I argued.
“I can’t shower by myself, and I feel like I’m not helping you. I’m so sorry Marty.”
“I love showering with you, hurt or not. I don’t mind taking care of you. I love you Vinny,” I concluded, locking eyes with my lover.
“I love you too, Marty. I love you too.” A few more tears slipped down hiss cheeks and I reached up to wipe them away. I kissed him lightly, him deepening the kiss. I slid my arms around his waist and ran my hands along his lower back.
“Come on. Let’s go take a shower and then we’ll watch a movie,” I said.
We stood up and walked to the master bathroom. I grabbed two sets of towels on the way up. When I walked into the bathroom I saw Vinny already in the shower, standing under the water. I shed my clothes and got in after him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his shoulder gently. He turned around, capturing my lips. We stood kissing for a few minutes. When I pulled away, I grabbed a shower poof and squirted some soap onto it, making it foamy. I started washing him slowly. He sat on the built in shower seat for me to wash his hair without getting soap in his eyes. I rinsed his hair and started on myself. Vinny was still sitting on the shower seat. I closed my eyes to rinse out the shampoo, and when I opened them, I saw Vinny watching me.
“What’s on your mind, love?” I asked him, kneeling in front of him, holding his hands.
“I’m sorry I can’t have sex with you,” he whispered.
“Vinny, it’s okay. Our relationship isn’t just about sex. I love spending time with you, no matter what,” I replied, leaning up to kiss him.
“I know.”
I kissed him once more and started leaving a trail of kisses down his body. I kissed the head of his dick.
“Ah, Marty. Babe, you don’t have to do this,” he moaned.
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” I informed him.
I took his penis in my hand and stroked the length of it. I took one of his balls in my mouth, licking and sucking on it. I could tell he was ready to cum, so I took him in my mouth just as he exploded, drinking in and swallowing everything he gave me.
“That was amazing,” Vinny mumbled as we stepped out of the shower, drying each other off. We both put on shorts and t-shirts.
“Hey, I have an idea!” Vinny shouted.
“Shocking,” I laughed, which got me a somewhat playful punch in the arm.
“As I was saying,” he started. “Let’s go to the beach. We had an early dinner, so let’s go get dessert and go to the beach.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I laughed, taking his hand in mine and leaning up for a kiss before grabbing the keys to my Porsche. We stopped and got a container of ice cream and two spoons before heading to the beach. When we got to the beach, we laid out a blanket and started feeding each other the ice cream. We finished the small container and laid down watching the sun set. My head was on his good arm and we lay cuddling. No one else was there so we weren’t likely to get caught. We were talking about everything before we got up to leave. The whole way home, we held hands, listening to music. I heard Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey come on and smiled.
“It’s our song,” Vinny giggled and I squeezed his hand.
“I know, and I love it!” I laughed along with him.
We pulled into our driveway, got out, and went upstairs to our bedroom. We got changed into our sleep wear. When I emerged from the bathroom after brushing my teeth, I slipped under the covers next to my best friend and boyfriend.
“I love you, Vinny,” I whispered, pulling him into a hug and kiss. When he deepened the kiss, I knew he felt the same way too.
“I love you too, Marty.” With that being said, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.