Sex in the Sky

People had good days, and they had bad days. If a person were lucky, the good days would outweigh the bad days. Of course, there was no guarantee in life that said they would.

Over all, he felt his good days had been more numerous than his bad days. Of course, he partially felt responsible for that. He worked hard to make sure he had a good life and good relationships with his friends and family.

Yesterday was a perfect example of how capricious fate could be. Lady Luck had taken great pleasure in keeping him on his toes. The day had started well, turned bad, become great, and then gone so deeply south that there was just no way to recover from it.

Today, however, was another story. It could still turn into a good day. After all, it was only a little after 1:00 am. There was still almost 23 hours left in the day. Surely that was enough time to turn things around.

Of course, that could only happen if Dillon woke up. If he did, the day would become one of the best of Seth’s life. If he didn’t, Seth wasn’t sure what he would do.

He sat in the waiting room down the hall from the room where Dillon lay quiescently hooked up to machines and IVs. The chair he was using was actually more comfortable than he had expected. Maybe someone had finally wised up to the fact that people in hospital waiting rooms were going to be there quite a while and therefore deserved comfortable seating. Or, it could have just been an administrative mix-up with someone ordering the wrong furniture.

To his right, Eric was tilted back in his own chair, sleeping. Faint snores emanated from his open mouth every couple of minutes, but otherwise he was quiet. Sprite was curled up on the one couch in the waiting room, using her purse as a pillow. In a moment of random thought, Seth realized that he was impressed she had it with her. She was constantly forgetting it places. It wasn’t that she was forgetful, but rather that she was so enthusiastic to keep going, she never checked to make sure she left nothing behind.

Jeremy was the only other person of their little group that was still awake. He was pretending to read an old copy of the Wall Street Journal. Seth knew he wasn’t really seeing the words on the page because he hadn’t turned a page in over an hour. Still, it seemed to help Jeremy, so Seth couldn’t blame him for maintaining the illusion.

None of them had been allowed to see Dillon. Maybe that was the hardest part. It was bad enough knowing that he was lying in there, oblivious to the world around him, unable to reach out for help. Not being able to see him was even worse. But the head nurse of the floor was adamant about following the rules. If you weren’t a blood relative, you had no rights.

She couldn’t kick them out, however. They were friends of a patient and could spend as much time as they wanted in the waiting room. As long as they didn’t try to actually see Dillon, they were doing nothing wrong.

If Dillon woke up and asked to see them, then they’d be allow to go to his room during visiting hours. But not until he did so could they even get close enough to spot a glimpse of his face.

Once again Seth went back to praying that Dillon would wake up. They had just found each other, and here they were, separated again. Would the universe never be kind to them?

Glancing up, he saw that it was now 3:30 am. Time was slowly flowing by. He didn’t know if he should be grateful or upset. The longer Dillon failed to wake up, the less likely that he would. On the other hand, once a new shift of nurses was on duty, maybe he would be able to find someone sympathetic enough to allow him into Dillon’s room.

If only Dillon had family to call upon. They could give permission for him to see Dillon. But Seth knew very little about Dillon”s family other than the fact that they had kicked him out as soon as it was legal to do so.

Of course, that”s only his parents, Seth thought to himself. Other family could do something.

“Jeremy,” Seth spoke softly, not wanting to wake either Sprite or Eric. Once he had Jeremy”s attention, he continued. “Is there anyone we should call? I know Dillon doesn”t get along with his parents, but what about any aunts, uncles, or cousins?”

Jeremy sighed. “I honestly don”t think so. I”ve never heard him mention anyone, but then he won”t talk much about his past. He might have other relatives, I guess. Either way, they haven”t seemed interested in him if they are out there.”

Seth cursed. “He shouldn”t be alone. Not in his life and especially not now. Someone who loves him should be in there with him.”

Moving to squat down in front of Seth, Jeremy took his hand. “He”s not alone, you know. He has you and me. We love him and he knows it.”

* * *

The first thing he realized was that he was thirsty. His lips weren”t dry and cracked, so it hadn”t been an inordinately long time since he drank anything, but his mouth felt arid.

The second thing that hit him was a sense of déjà vu. The sound of a beeping monitor reminded him that he had enacted this scene before. He knew exactly where he was, even though he could see nothing. The sounds of a hospital full of patients being woken up for the day mingled with the cloying smell of sickness that never went away, no matter how much antiseptic was poured upon it.

He wasn”t sure why he was in the hospital this time. He didn”t remember anything that would have led to a hospital stay, but then, he didn”t remember the car accident that had changed his life, either.

What was the last thing he remembered? He scanned his memory, smiling as the interlude with Seth came to mind. Yes, he definitely recalled that.

Afterward they had gone to sleep. He had slept well, sated and secure. But then, he”d awoken for some reason. Seth was just leaving. Where had he gone? Dillon couldn”t remember.

“Seth?” Dillon called out tentatively. He couldn”t imagine that Seth wouldn”t be nearby, but he wasn”t sure if he would disturb another patient. “Seth,” he called out a bit louder.

There was no reply. Dillon tried to sit up, wanting to get out of bed. The IV in his hand and the wires leading to his chest and nose all pulled him back down.

He waited for a nurse to notice he was awake or for a machine to signal a change and send someone to check on him. Nothing. No one appeared to take his blood pressure or shoot anything into his IV. He heard people walking past in the corridor outside his room, their soft-soled shoes squeaking against the floor. He tried to call out to them, but his mouth was still so dry that he couldn”t manage much in the way of volume.

Dillon decided to get someone”s attention. He wanted up out of this bed and he wanted his boyfriend NOW and he wasn”t willing to wait any longer. He reached up and ripped off one of the electrodes pasted over his heart, hissing at the pain of the glue taking off some of his skin and hair.

Immediately an alarm started going off from a machine to his right. It was loud and insistent. Footsteps out in the corridor hurried toward his direction and there were voices calling to each other.

Pulling another wire away from his chest, Dillon struggled to sit up even as he heard people rushing into his room. The IV in his hand sent a twinge of pain up his arm, but he ignored it.

A cart being rolled down the hall made a loud sound. A liquid voice called out, “Forget the crash cart! He”s awake and making it known!”

“What is going on?” Dillon demanded, pulling a third wire away. “Why am I in the hospital and hooked up to every machine in the damn building like some science experiment?”

“First, let”s just calm down,” the woman said in a soothing voice.

Dillon swallowed, attempting to wet his mouth before speaking again. “You can calm down,” Dillon replied. “I want to know what”s going on and why Seth isn”t here.”

“Is Seth a relative that we can call?” the woman asked, still trying to soothe Dillon. She was lightly stroking her fingertips over his right arm.

“No, he”s not a relative, he”s my boyfriend,” Dillon didn”t hesitate to reveal. He only had one thought, and that was to see the man he loved, no matter who he had to yell at to make it happen.

“Oh, well that explains why he”s not here,” she responded. “Only relatives are allowed to see a patient when he or she is unconscious.”

“What kind of stupid rule is that?” Dillon demanded. He knew he was being short-tempered and rude, but he still didn”t know why he was here or where Seth was. Seth was all he had to cling to at the moment, and clinging was what he was doing.

“I”m sorry, it”s just the rule of most hospitals. Would your Seth be nearby?”

“Is there a waiting room anywhere around here?” Dillon asked. “He”ll be there.”

“Well, then, I”ll go ahead and examine you, ask you a few questions, and then I”ll send someone to the waiting room. If Seth is there, we”ll have him brought in.”

* * *

Seth was fighting exhaustion with everything in him. His eyes badly wanted to shut and his head to drop back onto the chair behind him.

He knew part of it was physical exhaustion, but the larger component was emotional exhaustion. He and Dillon had been through so many ups and downs during the time they had known each other. It was like riding a roller coaster. It could be exhilarating at first, but after too long a run, you just wanted off.

That wasn”t to say he wanted out of his relationship with Dillon. Far from it. He just realized he wanted a more normal, everyday sort of life. The kind where they did little things for each other, fought over who was going to fold the laundry, and fell asleep in each other”s arms every night.

To his surprise, he wanted a husband. And not just any husband. He wanted Dillon for his husband. For them to commit to each other, to declare before everyone that they would be together for the rest of their lives.

He”d found a sympathetic nurse who had revealed that Dillon”s vital signs were improving, but he still hadn”t been allowed to see him. Each moment gone by, not knowing what was going on and not being able to see it for himself, was sheer tortured.

“Is there a Seth Evans here?” Seth”s head jerked up at the sound of his name.

“I”m Seth Evans,” he replied, pushing himself quickly from his chair, and then sitting back down just as quickly as a wave of dizziness overtook him. He was still a bit weak from his own hospital stay and thirty-six hours without sleep and no real food was taking its toll.

The nurse who had called his name moved forward. She was a tall black woman with exotic features. Her body was lean and she moved with a grace that you saw in few people.

“You look like you need to be in here just as much as your partner, Mr. Evans,” she said in a voice that reminded him of café au lait. He shook his head. How could a voice be like coffee? He really was punch drunk. “In fact, I think Dillon looks more rested than you do.”

“Is he okay?” Seth asked.

“Other than the fact that he”s royally teed that you”re not in his room, holding his hand, he”s good,” she said. Eric reached over and squeezed his hand, while Sprite clapped hers in joy. Jeremy just sank back into his chair, silent tears of relief slipping down his face. “So, I”ve come to lead you back.”

Once again Seth stood up, but being more careful this time. He never glanced at the others with him, he just moved forward. Everyone else was forgotten in the realization that Dillon was okay and soon they”d be together again.

The room was as good as private. There were no other patients in the two other beds. Not that they would have mattered. Seth only had eyes for Dillon.

Dillon”s head moved toward the door the moment Seth stepped over the threshold. Somehow, Dillon had sensed him, even though Seth had been unaware of making any noise.

“Hey, Babe, where ya been?” Dillon asked, holding out his arm in Seth”s direction.

Seth stepped forward and took Dillon”s hand, raising it to press Dillon”s palm against his mouth. He closed his eyes and just held for a moment.

“I”ve been to Hell and back,” he said. “But that”s okay, because I”m in Heaven now.”

* * * EPILOGUE

“Where are we going?” Dillon asked, angling himself toward Seth in his seat.

“I have a friend that has an Ayurveda Wellness Spa,” Seth replied. “We”re headed there.”

“What on earth is iyaved?” Dillon asked, knowing he looked confused.

“Ayurveda is an ancient Indian medical tradition,” Seth explained as he took the ramp onto the expressway. “My friend, Rick, is a great believer in it. It helped him after he was involved in an awful explosion.”

“How did it do that?”

Dillon heard Seth sigh. There was silence between them for a moment, the only sound that of other cars passing them or being passed as they sped along to various destinations.

“I was Rick”s therapist,” Seth began. “His injury was very nearly fatal. He had third degree burns covering the majority of his body, and second degree burns covering the rest. He was transferred here because the burn unit at Crestwick Sinai is one of the best in the country.

“But I could only do so much for him. I really was pleased with his progress, the fact that he had learned to walk and function again, but I knew there was little chance of him ever doing it comfortably.

“Then someone mentioned Ayurveda and that it”s supposed to have amazing healing properties. Rick figured he had nothing else going on in his life and little to lose, so he might as well check it out. He went to an Ayurveda Wellness Spa up in Canada, not too far from Toronto. When he came back a week later, the change was remarkable. He still had pain, but he was moving better, and the pain wasn”t as severe.

“Rick spent three years going up there once a month. Finally, he decided to look into building a spa down here. The rest, as they say, is history.”

“That”s amazing,” Dillon responded. “Is that why we”re going? You thing this iyaved stuff will help me somehow?”

Another sigh. “I wish I did Dillon. The truth is you are blind, and there”s nothing that can be done about it. Modern medical science and your dedication to your therapy regimen have done everything to restore your former mobility and strength to you. Jeremy even says you”re in better shape now than you were before your accident. No, we”re headed to Rick”s place because there”s a treatment I think you”ll definitely enjoy, and after the difficult times we”ve had, I think we both deserve some rest and relaxation.”

Dillon smiled to himself. Seth might not be taking him there to be helped physically, but Dillon knew the truth. This was a treatment for him; it was just for his spirit rather than his body. It seemed that Seth”s love for him showed in every word, every action, and Dillon carefully noted each instance and held it close to his heart.

The sound of the car tires crunching over gravel aroused Dillon from his reverie. They must have arrived at the spa. Even while still within the car, the atmosphere of the area seemed very peaceful.

Birds sang out from their roosts high in the trees. There was a light breeze and somewhere near by there was a brook that actually babbled as it flowed over its rocky bottom. They weren”t far from the city geographically, but they could have been out in untouched country.

The door next to Dillon was pulled open and an unfamiliar voice urged him to step out. The minute he did, Seth was there to lead him away from the car and into the Spa.

Their footsteps rang on the wooden floors as they crossed an open area. Seth then stopped and a female voice with a heavy Indian accent said, “Welcome to Wellbeings, how may I help you?”

“We”re Seth Evans and Dillon Marshall, and we have a reservation.” Seth responded.

“Ah, yes, Mr. Evans, Rick has been most eagerly awaiting your arrival. I promised to let him know the moment you got here.” There was a sound that Dillon took to be the dialing of a phone, and a moment later a murmured conference took place before the receiver was hung up. “Rick is on his way to greet you. Would you mind filling out this registration form while you wait?”

Dillon stood quietly next to Seth. He inhaled deeply. There was a fresh, pleasant scent to the place. He had half expected the scents of saffron and curry, like in an Indian restaurant. There were definitely spices in this scent, but none he could recognize.

“Seth!” a deep voice with a Southern accent drawled out. “It”s so good to see you again. It”s been way too long.”

“Rick, look at you,” Seth responded, a note of pleasant surprise in his voice. “You”re moving without any limp or anything.” There was the sound of the two men hugging each other, slapping each other”s backs.

“I”m telling you, Ayurveda works. You did amazing things for me, but you could only take me so far. Ayurveda has taken me the rest of the way.”

“I”m glad,” Seth replied. “Rick, I”d like you to meet my boyfriend, Dillon. Dillon, this is Rick Masters.”

Dillon extended his hand, hoping he was doing so in the correct direction. Soon, it was grasped by another. Rick”s hand was thick with scar tissue, the skin unnaturally smooth against Dillon”s fingertips.

“It”s good to meet you Rick,” Dillon said.

“Good, hell,” Rick responded. “It”s great to meet you. It”s about time this here guy found someone good for him.

“Now, I”m going to let the two of you skip the tour. Seth, you”ve been here before, and Dillon, I doubt you”ll be going anywhere without Seth.”

Dillon smiled. Rick was perfectly right. He wouldn”t be wandering off on his own, and it wasn”t because he was blind. He just didn”t want to ever be separated from Seth again if he could help it.

“Sandhya will take you to your rooms. Your bags should already by there. Go ahead and change into the robe and slippers provided before coming back down. I took the liberty of scheduling the two of you for a warm stone massage together, my treat. After that, Dillon you have a body wrap, just as Seth requested.”

With that, Rick was gone and the woman from the desk led them off. They quickly changed and moved back down to the main room, which is where they would be fetched for their treatments.

They had sat only a moment when someone came to summon them. They were led down into what the masseuse called the grotto, where another masseuse waited.

There was a small waterfall nearby. Dillon could hear and smell it. Soft music played and the setting seemed perfect for relaxation.

Their tables were close enough together that Dillon could hear the soft sound of Seth breathing. The massage was incredible, the warm stones heavy on their bodies as they melted away tension.

Afterward, they donned their robes again and went back up the main room. While drinking from cups of green tea, they chatted quietly, speaking of nothing in particular.

“What is this body wrap I”m supposed to have?” Dillon finally asked.

“It”s heaven,” Seth replied. “That treatment is my main reason for coming here. First, you”re given a sea salt body scrub. Next, you”re slathered with mud that”s scented with aromatherapy and wrapped in heated blankets. While the minerals in the mud soak in, you”re treated to a scalp and foot massage. Then, you”re washed off under a seven-headed Vichy shower that is suspended over the table. Finally, moisturizer is massaged into your body.”

“It sounds wonderful,” Dillon replied. “But, I”m not so sure I like the idea of some stranger having his or her hands all over me.”

“You were fine during our massage just now,” Seth pointed out.

“Yes, but you were there with me. I knew that nothing bad would happen while you were around. Are you having the wrap at the same time as I am?”

Seth hesitated before responding. When he finally spoke, it was with a touch of embarrassment in his voice. “Actually, I”m going to be giving you your treatment. I wanted it to be a surprise for you. I know how much you have enjoyed the massages I”ve given you in the past, and I wanted to give you something really special.”

I poured more oil from the bottle directly onto his cock, making sure I covered its entire length, including the tapered cockhead, then led him over to the bedside where I knelt down facing away from him. I draped my upper body forward over the bed cover, with my muscular buttocks bent over facing him. My clean shaven asshole twitched, remembering the feel of his finger plunging in and out its tight ring. I spread my legs wide apart and invited him to join me.

“Why don’t you see if this does it for you?” I asked him. I turned back to look at him, smiled, and pulled him down to his knees.

He said, “Oh I think it’ll probably do for now. Let me take that asshole for a test ride and I’ll let you know what I think about it when I’m doing fucking it thoroughly.” His words made my cock stiffen and twitch up against my belly. Precum was already oozing again from the tip and onto the bed sheets.

“Well then hurry up you hot stud,” I told him. “I want you to pound my tight ass with that fuck pole of yours, ok?” I could hardly believe that I was hearing myself speak those words, but I was so horny now to feel his cock deep inside me I no longer cared.

No further words were exchanged as he maneuvered into position behind me, moving his knees up against the back of mine. I turned to face the wall and waited for his cock’s arrival at my ass. His arms reached forward; he grabbed both my wrists and moved his cockhead - no hands! - up against the still lubricated rim of my ass. At the feel of his probing cockhead I pushed back onto his pole, but he held me in place and gently, oh so gently, pushed his oiled cockhead slowly past my assring. His small, triangular shaped cockhead gave me waves of pleasure as he repeatedly pushed it in and out my slick asshole, just catching the rim of his cockhead on it each time.

“Ohhhhh,” I groaned. After a minute or two, he stopped the small thrusting and slowly pushed his stiff rod deeper and deeper into my expanding asshole. I felt my ass stretch wide to accomodate his seven inches as they got thicker the deeper he went. I arched my back to try to help his cock slide more directly up my anal chute. I wiggled my butt from side to side, willing my ass to suck that pole in as far as it would go. My throat was so tight from lust I could barely breathe. I heard him suck in his breath and hold it until his cock was in my anal canal all the way up to its hilt. He groaned at the sensation of my ass clenching and unclenching his fuck pole. I could feel his tuft of pubic hair brushing against my ass. I reached behind me and felt for his balls. They were dangling low against mine, and I gently squeezed and pulled down on both sets slowly. It felt as if all I’d really been waiting for all my life was to be fucked up the ass by a dirty talking stud like him.

“Whoa oh yeah tug on them yeah… man, your ass is so tight!” he said as I teased our balls back and forth, encouraging him to ease his cock slowly out my ass until it was all the way out, leaving my gaping hole waiting for more pounding.

“Gggghh, ahhhhh, mmmm, MMMM, oh yeah,” I replied as he pushed his cock all the way back into my hole, seeming to go even deeper. He grabbed hold of my shoulders and sped up his oil- and precum-slicked cock thrusts, taking it all the way out of my ass, waiting a second, then powering it all the way back in. His balls made slapping sounds as they swung between his legs and my own tightening scrotum. The feeling of fullness surging through me from my ass was unbelievable. His cockshaft was massaging my prostate with each thrust, and a warm glow spread from it all the way to the tip of my own cock.

“Oh god that’s so deep oh god yeah!” I moaned. I spread my arms way out in front of me on the bed and gripped the sheets in my hands as the force of his thrusting pushed and pulled my body back and forth against the bed. The bed frame started thumping against the cinder block wall. I wondered if my neighbours would hear it and figure out exactly was going on in my room. Would they be shocked to hear only male voices in the throes of sexual passion? If so, maybe all the better… my secret life as a kinky bottom fuck toy would finally be out.

“Take it like a muscle man, you cock whore!” he said, jamming his cock even harder into me, his thighs and pubic bone making slapping sounds against my sweaty butt cheeks and dangling scrotum. My cock was being rubbed harder, caught between my stomach and the bed sheets, and it was only a matter of time before I’d have my second cum explosion of the afternoon. I reached with both hands behind him, pulling his ass cheeks apart and towards me, then pushing his hips away from me in time as his cock plunged in and out of my gripping ass. I couldn’t reach back far enough to shove a finger in him. I tried to arch my back up and down to get his cockshaft to apply more pressure on my prostate, forcing a stream of clear juice out the tip of my cock.

“I love it, I love your cock sooooo deeep inside me,” I told him. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me you hot muscle stud ohhh ohhh ohhhh!” He let go of my hips with his right hand and reached down to grab my dripping cock. He yanked it down hard, making me clench my ass even tighter around his wildly thrusting cock shaft. “Ow oh yeah ow pull on my cock, yeah, pull on it!”

“I’ll milk your cock dry and pump your ass full of sperm, you fuckwhore,” he called me. This hot stud knew exactly how and when to humiliate me, and his words were so hot I knew he was the kinky fuck partner I’d been looking for all this time. “Arch that little girly back more so that I can spray your girly cum all over your bed, bitch!”

“Oh god oh god yeah oh fuck me fuck me … fuck me… oh Oh OH!” I yelled as jets of sperm exploded out of my tortured cock over the bed and onto the wall. His cock was ravaging my ass, carving it out, reaming me so deeply I felt his cum was going to gush up my throat and spray out my mouth. “OH FUCK YEAH RIDE ME YOU STUD MAN!” I shouted. He let go of my still spurting cock and grabbed my hips with both hands, and pounded his pud into my gripping, twitching hole.

“You bitch I’m cumming … oh … oh … take my cum, bitch! Take it all up your reamed out ass! Unh, Unh, oh UNH UNH UNH!” he yelled as his cock began to gush juice up my ass. The gushing quickly turned to spurt after spurt after spurt of hot cum, filling my anal cavity and spraying out my asshole around his still pounding cockshaft. My cock twitched some more and to my surprise I began to cum again, only this time the orgasmic waves were accompanied only by an oozing of cum from my raw red cock. My ass gripped his cock even more tightly, milking the final drops of sperm out of his rock hard pole.

He fell forward on my back, his hot sweaty chest resting on my sticky back, his warm breath blowing into my ear. He felt around for my cock and pulled on it until it began to soften. “Wow… I can’t believe there’s yet more sperm left inside you… except for what I just pumped into you!” he laughed. “You are such a hot bottom, you could make a great living doing this, you know?”

“Oh I think you’re a bit biased now,” I replied. “But maybe we can practice some more - what do you say?”

“Hmm, yeah, maybe… why, you have an open slot in your schedule?” he joked back. “Or maybe you have something else open that you need to have filled?” We laughed. His softening cock finally slid out of my ass and I felt some of his sperm run down the back of my legs. A sexy musky smell filled the room. I clenched my asshole shut to try to keep as much of his juice as possible up my ass. My own cum had covered the front of my legs and had left a large wet patch on the sheets and on the carpet.

“Or maybe YOU have something you need filled, and maybe I can help you do that!” I replied, chuckling. At that, I felt his cock stiffen up against my ass cheek, and I knew we were in for a long night. I had a lot of things in mind for us to do, in a variety of positions too. This bottom boy wanted to ride his newfound cowboy.