Autumn: A Crow City Side Story by Cole McCade

Author:Cole McCade [McCade, Cole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Cole McCade
Published: 2017-03-26T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

JOSEPH FOUND HE COULD WALK with his crutches, and managed to peel the IV from his inner arm, lever to his feet, and get himself into a steaming bath; the bath chased away the last of that strange floating sensation, heat soaking deep into his muscles and leaving him relaxed against the back of the tub. He closed his eyes, sank down deep into the water, and listened to the noise of Wally bustling about in the kitchen—dishes clanking, pots and pans rattling, and he thought he heard the hiss of the coffee pot but without the scent of fresh brew. Over it all was Wally’s singing; Joseph didn’t know the song, but he was pretty damned sure it was something Disney.

Goddammit.

That man.

He smiled faintly to himself and tilted his head back against the edge of the tub, idly tracing one hand over his chest just to feel the water droplets pattering over his skin. He didn’t know how he could feel both grateful and guilty at the same time, but it was very possible that even if Wally might not have saved his life, he’d saved him from a much longer, much more painful period of recovery.

And Wally had come to him.

Joseph had been too stubborn and stupid to reach out…and Wally had made the choice to ease the ache of separation and come to him.

How had he gotten so fucking twisted up that it hurt to be away from that damnable, whimsical, utterly unreal piece of magic that pretended to be a man?

He caught himself thinking of the shape of Wally’s lips. Of the way he tasted; of a certain way his upper lip always caught on Joseph’s when they kissed, dueling and lingering and melting into his until their mouths found that perfect lock and the tips of their tongues touched and he breathed Wally in like the vapors rising from alcohol, an absinthe liqueur that drugged him every time. And he couldn’t stop his fingers from drifting lower, as he remembered how Wally had arched when Joseph had stroked the supple lines of his back, how he’d gasped and that particular faint whimper of helplessness when Joseph caught him off guard and kissed him hard enough that his mouth gave, liquid as overripe fruit under Joseph’s, thin skin taut and ready to burst in a luscious wet flood.

Something sparked deep in the pit of his stomach, throbbed lower between his thighs. He groaned, nearly floating in the steam rising off the bath, lifting his hips as his hand traced down.

“Joseph?” Wally’s voice drifted down the hall. “Breakfast is ready, if you’d like to come out. Do you think you can manage?”

Joseph’s eyes snapped open. He flushed; his cock glistened wet and slick, the head rising from the surface of the bath, roused and hardened and straining so hotly its pulse echoed in his temples. Christ.

Of all the times for it to decide it wanted to work.

“Yeah,” he called back, and gripped the edge of the bathtub, pushing himself up.

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