Tangled - Part Eighteen

We lay in each-other’s arms and slowly our breathing returned to normal. I was still steely hard inside him and at the feel of it, he started to move his hips against me again. Our momentum built again until finally, I felt my groin tighten, ready to explode once more. I pushed myself up onto my outstretched arms and looked down between our bodies. His cock, covered in his juices, throbbed rhythmically and then he suddenly let loose stream after stream of milky semen. It splattered up our bodies and onto his face, strings of it landing on the bandages covering his eyes. I moaned and shot my own load deep within him again.

Later, we lay facing each-other, stroking each-other’s bodies softly.
“Thank you.” He whispered. “I needed that.”
“It was pretty intense.” I replied softly. “You’re quite amazing.”

And then I started to giggle.
“What?” He asked. “What’s so funny?”
I looked at his bandaged face and laughed harder.
“Davey, for God’s sake, stop laughing and tell me what’s so fucking hilarious.” He said a little peeved.

I calmed myself, with difficulty.
“Well.” I gasped between diminishing giggles. “I have to wonder what the nurse at the hospital is going to think of the yellow stains on your bandages when she changes them tomorrow.”
“Oh!” He said and started to laugh. “Oh I see.”

“We’ll just have to tell her that . . oh God, I don’t know what we’ll tell her if she asks.” I said and started to giggle again.
“Well, I’ll tell her the truth. That my boyfriend’s so hot that he made me come on my own face when he fucked me!” He snorted.
“You can’t!” I said aghast. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Watch me!” He said. “I’m not shy and I’m not going to lie.”
“Lee, you can’t be telling strange women such things.” I said.
“I can and I will.” He said. “If she asks of course, which I doubt very much.”

I knew that he meant what he said. He had the gall to do it. I could only hope that the nurse wouldn’t comment on it at all.

*****FIFTY : SEEING IS BELIEVING.

It was during the next week that our house on the beach was finally finished. I left Lee in Kevin’s care for a couple of hours and drove out to see the final result. It was beautiful and I mentally congratulated Derek and all those who had had a hand in it.
I hadn’t said anything about it to Lee because I wanted it to be a surprise. As far as he knew, work had stopped on it just after the accident. He did mention it once a couple of days before his bandages were removed.

“Davey, I feel so guilty about your house.” He told me. “Maybe once things are back to normal, I can finish it for you.”
I told him that it didn’t matter and that we had plenty of time to get to things like that.

Finally, bandage day dawned and Lee was up and pacing the room naked at five in the morning. I looked up at him groggily and told him to come back to bed.
“For God’s sake, it’s five a.m.” I said sleepily. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” He said. “Get up! I want to go out for breakfast.”
“Lee, it’s still too early, even for breakfast.” I berated him.

He sat on the end of the bed and sighed heavily.
“Sorry Davey.” He said. “It’s just that I’m so excited. I never slept a wink.”
“Lee, sweetie; your appointment with Dr. Keen is at ten a.m. That’s five hours from now. If you don’t calm down a little, you’re going to be impossible by then.” I said.
“I know, I know.” He said. “I can’t help it.”

I pulled myself out of the bed and started to dress.
“Alright.” I said. “Get dressed and I’ll make us a nice big breakfast, okay?”
“Okay.” He said and fumbled for his jeans.
“Then maybe we can take a walk through the park, have coffee at that nice shop on Baker Street and then take a slow long walk to the hospital to rid you of some of that energy.” I said.

“A good fuck would help.” He grinned evilly. “You up for it?”
“Lee, I couldn’t get it up right now if I tried!” I said. “We fucked like rabbits last night. You were an animal and I lost count after the third time. My dick is sore, my ass is sore and from where I’m standing, yours doesn’t look too healthy this morning either.”
“I guess you’re right. It does feel a little tender” He agreed. “But hell, it was worth it.”

So, we made and ate a big leisurely breakfast. Then we left the apartment and took a slow languid walk through the park. We stopped and fed the squirrels just as we had on that day so long ago and then we made our way out of the other end of the park onto Baker Street. It was in the park that he started with the ‘what’s the time’ thing. It nearly drove me insane.

We were walking along slowly when he asked me what the time was. I glanced at my watch and told him. Not five minutes later he asked me again. I patiently told him the time and we continued on our walk. Then he asked me again and again; every ten to fifteen minutes after that. Finally, I’d had enough.

“Will you stop asking me the time already.” I said, maybe a little too harshly. “You’re driving me crazy!”
“Sorry.” He said contritely. “I just don’t want to miss it, that’s all.”
I stopped, grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to face me.
“Sweetie!” I began. “I’ll make sure you don’t miss it, alright? I’ll make sure you’re there in plenty of time so please, rest easy.”

“You’re right.” He said. “I’m just being silly again, aren’t I?”
“Yes you are.” I said. “But don’t worry, I wouldn’t let you miss that appointment for the world.”
“I know you won’t.” He said and leaned forward and kissed me. “I love you.”
“And I love you too.” I said. “Even though you’re being as difficult as all hell.”

“Sorry but I’m just so damn restless.” He said and then brightened. “I know, let’s go in the bushes and fuck.”
“No!” I said adamantly. “I told you, I’m too sore and I can’t right now.”
“Damn!” He sighed. “And I’m feeling so bloody horny.”
“Well curb it, lover.” I said with a laugh. “This boy’s on vacation.”

At last, after a slow walk along the streets and a marathon of patience on my part, we got to the hospital thirty minutes before his appointment. We sat in the same waiting room as before and like the last time, he fidgeted constantly. I jumped up at one point, told him to sit still and that I was going to the bathroom. I fled the waiting room and stood in the corridor for a few minutes. Malachi happened to come along just then and asked me what I was doing standing out there.

“He’s driving me nuts.” I whispered. “He’s been up since five this morning and he hasn’t let up for a single minute. The sooner those bandages come off the better. If anything, for my sanity.”
Malachi laughed.
“Yeah.” He said. “He can get like that. Trust me, I had to live with him when we were growing up.”
“Thank God it’s nearly over.” I whispered.

“Why don’t you go outside and get some air.” He smiled. “I’ll keep him company for a while. And don’t worry, I’ll tell him where you are.”
“Thanks Malachi.” I said and left him. I went outside and sat on a bench in the garden and took long deep breaths. It was pleasant and I hate to say it, quite a relief to get away from Lee for a few minutes.

At five minutes to ten, I made my way back to the waiting room. I met Malachi in the corridor.
“Dr. Keen’s with him now.” He said. “They’re having a friendly chat.”
“Thanks Malachi.” I replied.
“He started badgering me about you. Every two bloody minutes.” He said. “And the questions! ‘Where is he? How long does he need to get a breath of air? What’s taking him so damn long? Why the hell doesn’t he come back already?’ I nearly smacked him. Fortunately Dr.

 Keen pitched up and saved the day. Quite frankly, you’re welcome to him.”
I laughed and shrugged my shoulders.
“That’s Lee.” I said. “And I love him and I wouldn’t change him for the world.”
“Good for you!” He said. “Now get going or you’re going to miss the big event.”

“Aren’t you coming?” I asked.
“No, I don’t think so.” He said. “I’ll see you guys later. This is your moment; yours and Lee’s.”
I thanked him again and hurried back to Lee.

In the surgery, Dr. Keen sat Lee down in the arm chair and slowly began to remove the bandages. When they were off and there were just the pads covering his eyes, Dr. Keen asked me to close the blinds.
“We have to take it slowly.” He said. “Your eyes need to adjust. They haven’t had to work for a long time and it’s best to start them off in dim light. By the way, while I was doing the procedure, after I had removed the scar tissue, I was quite amazed by the color of your eyes. Very unusual and very, very rare.”

“Thank you.” Lee whispered. I could tell that he was extremely nervous.

I closed the blinds and came and knelt beside the arm of Lee’s chair. I gripped his hand tightly and he smiled.
“This is it, Davey.” He whispered. “Wish me luck, I’m pretty nervous”
“Good luck, sweetie.” I said. “And no matter what happens, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said softly and then he turned to Dr. Keen. “Okay Doc, go for it, I’m ready.”
Dr. Keen bent and slowly peeled the pads from Lee’s eyes.
“Keep your eyes closed.” He said softly and Lee did as he was told.

Dr. Keen dropped the pads into the waste basket and then bent over Lee again, facing him.
“Okay Lee.” He said. “Now slowly, I mean slowly open your eyes.”
Lee hesitated,
“I can’t.” He whispered. “I can’t . . I’m too scared.”
“It’s okay.” I said. “Do as he says.”

Lee slowly opened his eyes. I looked into them carefully. Even in the dim light, I could see the old familiar pure green of his irises.
“Okay Lee.” Dr. Keen said. “Now let them adjust and don’t panic if you can’t see anything at first. It will come.”

Lee slowly turned his head and let his eyes wander around the room.
“Nothing.” He whispered. “I can’t see anything.”
“It’ll come.” Dr. Keen said softly. “Give it a chance. Your optic nerves have to start firing again and it can take a moment for them to do so.”

Lee turned his head in my direction and I looked straight into his glorious eyes for the first time in many months.
“Davey?” He whispered. “It’s not working! I can’t see a . . !”

Then he gasped and his hand tightened on mine so hard that it hurt.

“What is it?” I asked. “Lee, what’s wrong?”
“Oh my God!” He breathed. “I see you Davey, I see you and you are so . . beautiful.”
“And I see you, my love.” I said and I started to cry. “I see only you!”

To be continued...