Commitment Collection, page 16
part #1 of Commitment Series
He takes the straps and pulls himself out of the chair until he’s standing on one leg before releasing himself back down. “See, it’s OK. A kind of HIIT class in slow motion.”
I walk around to the front of him and bend so we’re eye level. “Just leave it. I’ll get one of the trainers from the factory to come over tomorrow to give you some proper advice, OK? If you’re going to heal, then you need to do it properly and they’re the experts. Not freaking YouTube.” Seriously. YouTube! At least he’s not letting this setback defeat him; I have that to be thankful for.
He smiles and his face comes alive. His white teeth glint in the harsh lighting of the cold room, his full lips contrasting against them. I lean forward, pressing my paler ones against his.
“I love being around you Kyle Beaumont.”
His lips move under mine as they widen, “I love being around you too, El.”
“Ooh, El, a pet name? I guess we’re serious now.”
“Well, Elliott is a bit of a mouthful.”
“But you like a mouthful.”
“Oh, you’re more than a mouthful and you know it.” He slaps my hand.
“Hey, I have you captive in that chair. You can’t get away from me.”
“You think?” He backs away, wheels bumping into the boxing bag behind him as he turns and scoots out of the door toward the kitchen. “Oh, fuck!” he curses as he exits the doorway. “Been doing that all day.” He shakes his fingers out to ease the bite of smashing them against wood.
“Don’t make excuses. I can catch you.”
“Sure you can.” He whoops as I grab him by his shoulders and draw him to a shuddering halt. I jab the brakes on and rush round to the front of him. As I’m doing that, he releases the brakes again and takes off through the kitchen.
“You’ve got the hang of that machine now, haven’t you?” I shout after him as I slip on the tiled floor.
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it.”
I catch him as we arrive in the living room, “Come on, let’s get you out and onto the sofa where you’re a little less mobile.”
He grins, “I could get used to this you know. Be careful what you offer.” He winks and takes off again.
Kyle
I’d love to say Elliott throws me onto the sofa and jumps on top of me. The practicalities don’t facilitate it being quite that simple. Plus, we’re messing about way too much for this to be any kind of sexy. I was not however prepared for being tipped out of my chair in such a dramatic fashion.
He was pushing me, at a very fast speed I may add, and we’re whooping and screaming like kids as we race around his house when we hit a step.
It was like a slow motion comedy act. One minute we were careening around his downstairs like a two-man bob sled team. The next, I was upended and on all fours. Don’t forget I have one leg in a cast from waist to ankle so it was not an elegant fall.
Elliott dove around and grabbed me, full of concern, for about two seconds before he erupted into fits of laughter. There I was stranded on the floor waiting for him to compose himself long enough to collect me. That process did not do much for my ego, as this super fit, superhuman took three attempts to heave me back into my wheelchair.
“Should I worry for my life?” I ask when I’m planted back in safe and sound.
“No, why?” He cranes his head around to the front of the chair.
“Well, first you knock me over with your car and then you upend me out of the chair before I’m fully recovered. Once can be an accident you know, a second time, and people will ask questions.” I nod my head, acting all serious.
“Ah, now I wondered when that was going to come back to bite me on the ass. I guess I should be pleased it took for me to tip you out of your chair before you brought it up.” He thumps the back of my shoulder and continues pushing, at a much steadier pace, wheeling me with grace over to the sofa. Once he’s manhandled me out of my wheels and I’m lying legs up on the couch in a reasonably comfortable state, he finally straddles me.
It’s the best we can do under the circumstances.
“Now, what shall I do with you?” He grins. It’s a Cheshire Cat grin from one of his gorgeous ears to the other.
“Well, I did have something in mind.” I reach my head up and peck his chin.
“Do tell. But remember the doc said you have to restrain.” He wags his finger, loving the tease.
“I have to watch my blood pressure. But there’s nothing wrong with my hand.”
“That is a very fair point.” He nods, clearly very impressed by my ingenuity, although I’d be willing to put money on him having imagined this exact scenario all day. With no further prompting, he slips down his sweat pants. It’s been too long and I see him with fresh eyes. Obviously he’s wearing no underwear because this is Elliott and he thrives on showing off, so here he is, hard and ready in my face, begging for action.
I laugh. “Seriously, is that it? You’re just going to wait for me to service you?”
“Would you like me to pay you, to make it worth your while?” He asks, a smirk making this suggestion hotter than it should be.
“That might not be such a bad idea.” I place my finger to my pursed lips, feigning contemplation. “What is your service preference and we’ll see if we can agree on terms.”
He kisses me. “I’d like you to hold me in your hand while I ride into you. You don’t need to exert yourself, just grip your hand steady. What do you think? Could you do that?”
“For the right price I could. Now, let me see…” I turn away, pretending to consider my pricing structure.
He waits, jabbing his stiff cock in my face, tapping it on my nose, trying to move the situation along.
“OK, OK, you’re impatient.” I grin.
“What can I say? You’re hot. And it’s been a ages, Kyle. Get on with it. A man can get desperate, you know.”
“My price for holding your rather large dick in my hand while you help me jerk you off is dinner. You have to cook for me one night. Something nice.”
He pauses, considering how this fits into his healthy eating schedule that governs his race periods. “I think that can be arranged.” Without further ado, he slaps his dick on my chest. “Come on then, get your hand ready.” Before planting a long hard kiss on my lips.
Elliott
I drive into his lubed hand like a fiend. It’s been too long, and this is actually really horny. His face is so near to the end of my cock as I thrust that I could almost touch his mouth with my weeping tip. I don’t. I refrain. I do not want to be the cause of anymore issues by pushing him too far before he has sign off from the doctor.
The dark look in his eyes is sinful. His lips swell and they’re parted, displaying his perfect white teeth, which are also parted. In any other situation I’d be ready to ram my cock between them, and the restraint in allowing myself only sensible pleasures makes my head almost combust.
Kyle may have slept in a coma for two weeks but he’s still been without sex for as long as I, and it shows. He moves under me, a gentle arc up and down, but I can feel his rhythm matching mine as I push against him, the solid ache pulses into my groin, between my legs and up into my balls.
The energy between us crackles, sparks igniting a passion tenderized by circumstance, embarking on a new discovery. His grip around the base of my length is firm, almost painful, and the relief is immense. I can’t think of anything other than how my orgasm is building. The wave is taking hold, pushing my body forward. I close my eyes, open them again, I want to focus on his beautiful face as he gives to me what he can’t have himself. The ecstasy of being adored by this gorgeous man sparking tension.
My dick slaps into the lube, it sounds like a blow job and the thought of those lovely parted lips taking my cock inside them is just about the end of me. My balls tighten and then the world dissolves into pleasure as lightning strikes a white light across my vision and fireworks explode. I scrunch them up as the shattering release take a hold and my body contracts as I scream out, “Fuck Kyle.”
I’m still jerking from the aftershock as I open my eyes, catching my breath and seeing his dark pools, full of love for me. I bend into the sticky mess I’ve just discharged and kiss him.
“I love you, Kyle Beaumont.” He wraps his arms around me, tugging me close, burying his face into my neck.
“I love you too, Elliott Judd.”
G-Force
Commitment 2
Elliott
It’s safe to say that Kyle loves those chains in the gym more than I do. They’ve become the bane of my existence. Clank, clank, clank in the morning. The pattern is routine now, but it still drives me crazy.
The gym used to be my sanctuary. Not anymore. Not since Kyle took over.
Talk about rehabilitation. The man is on a mission, although to prove what I’m not sure.
It’s been just over six months since we got together and five since Kyle’s accident. And he has not stopped working out. He’s bigger and fitter than he ever was. His target to return to work after the summer break would have been surpassed had it not been for the company being too afraid of being sued at having him return so quickly after such serious injuries. His recovery has been remarkable.
However, today is the first day of summer break and I imagined us having a well-earned lazy morning in bed. Perhaps some croissants as I finally have a two week slot where I can indulge in whatever food and drink I desire before having to pick the reigns back up in preparation for the next race in September. I’m not ashamed to say I’d even imagined us working off the calories from the croissants with the odd nuzzle here, the flick of a tongue there and for sure, resulting in an intoxicating liquid crescendo.
But, sadly, it’s not to be. Kyle is up and down in that gym before I’ve had the chance to rub sleep from my eyes, clanking those chains in pursuit of perfection. As if he weren’t perfect enough before.
I sigh, considering what might have been, his powerful chest crushing down on me first thing in the morning whilst his taut ass, well rounded from all his gymming pumps away.
“Hmm.”
But, it’s not to be so I haul my ass out of bed and pull on my running shoes. I’m going for a run in the woods. I’m about to head out of the door and leave the noise behind when I realize what kind of trouble I’ll be in if I don’t invite him along.
I poke my nose around the door of the sweaty room.
“Want to go for a run?” My palms turn clammy at the sight of his awesomeness.
Perspiration drips down his face and plops on the cushioned floor under his head. A sheen covers his back, glistening in the morning sun. The way it highlights the contour of his muscles reminds me what a powerhouse he is. He's been exhaustively trained to perform at his peak physically and mentally, and it shows. He looks up, grunts, finishes his HIIT set, and switches his timer to pause. He stands tall and turns his naked chest toward me, planting a sweaty kiss on my lips.
“Morning gorgeous. I didn’t wake you did I?”
My heart flutters. How can I complain when he’s bare chested and wearing the tiniest gym shorts over his tight ass? “It’s OK. I don’t mind. It will all be worth it when I get to enjoy the fruits of your labor.”
“You do, and I may just reward you with some of those pleasures if you play your cards right, Mr. Judd.”
“I have to play my cards right now, do I?” I pull him in again so my body is sealed against his heat and place another quick kiss on his wet lips before tasting his saltiness. I back off, but he has other ideas.
He tugs my top into his chest and I melt against the fever of his body in the cold room. “Of course I’ll come with you. Should we run round the lake?”
I lightly touch my lips to his and leave them to linger for a second, breathing him in before I reply, “Sure. Why not?”
He pulls me, hard, pressing the outline of his burgeoning arousal against me, inhaling my hair. “Come on, otherwise we’ll never get you out.” He steps back and pushes me away with a sigh, leaving his hands on my shoulders as he eyes me. My gaze floats down to his crotch and I grin at the emerging peak in his skimpy shorts.
“Come on lover boy.” I wink and tow him toward the door.
He doesn’t take much persuasion, immediately jogging along behind, laughing as he pushes me off my stride.
“Don’t you want your top? It’s still early and cold,” I check.
“Hey, when you’re around, a man can’t stay cold for long; plus I’ve already done a half hour session. I’m warmed up.” He twitches an eyebrow with a lurid smirk, making a lecherous laugh escape my throat.
“Come on. Let’s get this done so we can get you in the shower.” I poke him and he laughs back and my soul soars at that sound I adore.
“Oh, now you’re talking. I’ll race you, the sooner we finish, the sooner I’ll meet you in that shower.” Another raise of his eyebrow, but this time he accompanies it with a wink.
And that’s it. We’re off and battling for position just like any other race. We jog along the narrow path into the woods at the bottom of my Japanese gardens. My foot skids on a raised root and I slip, losing my footing. Rather than helping me and showing a modicum of concern, Kyle hoots in joyous laughter, using the opportunity to jockey ahead.
Once we’re at the lake he turns right. “You go left. Let’s see who gets furthest around before we meet,” he shouts over his shoulder.
“Game on,” I holler back, already turning left and pressing my internal gas pedal to the floor. I know he’s doing the same and it pushes me to run as fast as my lungs allow. I imagine the effects of tonight’s planned indulgence sliding away as I push myself to the brink. My quads burn as I pump their rhythm, cycling them back round faster than they’re prepared for without warming up, relentless in my goal to beat my big guy. I concentrate on allowing my chest the flexibility to suck air in through my nose, imagine it converting into energy, and then pushing the waste out of my mouth. Its distraction is a comfort to my screaming limbs.
I spy him in the distance, his broad pecs bouncing under the weight of his feet slapping the hard mud. His bulging arms are splayed out in a V designed to deliver maximum speed as he forces them back and forth, demanding his legs keep pace. He’s approaching the bench that marks the half way point.
The jerk is going to beat me.
He may be hunkier than ever, but he’s also had the time and dedication to become lithe. His physiotherapist has turned into an obsession and I count the steps he’ll need his longer, toned legs to take before he’s in front of me.
I will not let him beat me.
I bite down, tensing my jaw, I just need to find one final burst of power from my reserves. I speed up, forcing my legs to work to a faster rhythm. I may be shorter, but I am quicker. I’m almost there, one final push.
I sprint toward the half way point. He sees me, does the same, shaking his head as he approaches, pushing beyond the boundaries of his body.
We collide at the bench, neither of us slowing, wrapping our arms around each other as we meet head on, both winners, or losers, whichever way you want to look at it. We laugh, collapsing onto the other, wheezing.
“I won,” I manage eventually.
He pushes me away. “You fucking liar. It was a draw.”
I smile. It was, but I’m not about to give him that. Instead I lean forward, rest my hands on my thighs and breathe.
He wraps his arms tight around the crook of my back, and drags me in to lean against his side. I stand, fitting perfectly against his chest, my head bent as my cheek rests on his shoulder. My cock wakes up again and prods his leg as I turn, allowing him to feel his effect on me.
“Someone is feeling it this morning then?” He kisses the top of my head, the beat of our hearts still not slowing although we’ve now recaptured our breaths.
I raise my eyes to meet his. “What can I say? You’re so fucking hot, Kyle. I can’t help myself around you.”
His hands move down to work my length through the fabric of my shorts and the ache which has been pulsing away in the background all morning beats with a raging resurgence, catching my breath.
“I’ve been thinking about this the whole time I’ve been working out this morning. You’re quite the motivation to getting fit again, you know.”
“What do you mean?” I want the emotional kick of having him work to exhaustion for my gain.
“Oh, you know how hard you make me work.” He kisses me again, slow and labored, our tongues enjoying a relaxed wrestle as my hands explore the warm skin of his back. I run my finger down the chiseled indentation of his spine, circling out just above the waistband of his shorts sending him into a quick shiver. His body quivers against me as our mouths continue to explore.
“I know exactly how hard you work.” I breathe into his mouth as my hand snakes between us, sliding up the gap in his shorts, reaching in and accessing his provocative length.
Kyle
“I’ll race you back.” I pull away from Elliott and dash off, laughing, in the direction he just came from before he has a chance to complain. In my haste I hadn’t considered the effect of running with my hard wedge between my legs which is now chafing on the inside of my shorts. Thankfully, it’s too uncomfortable to last long and the pain subsides along with my cock.
“What the?” He shouts at me, but rather than stand and argue and have more ground to make up, he trots off in the opposite direction, rearranging his pants, all the while hurling abuse at me. The noise fades out, partly because he’s drawing further away, but also, because I’m tuning him out.
My hip is aching. I don’t say anything, I don’t want anyone to know I’m not yet back to 100% fitness, but my joints aren’t what they were before my accident and all the physical therapy and hard exercise in the world doesn’t seem to be able to get me back to where it was. I am at the stage where I may have to accept that things will never be the same again, but I’ll be damned if I let on to anyone around work. And that includes Elliott, sure he knows it’s damaged, but he doesn’t need to know it’s still not fixed.
