“Park? What are you doing here? How…?”
It seemed like an eternity had passed before those words were spoken, but it was enough for Parker to make the few steps from the door to the bed where Cody was sitting.
“Cody! Finally…” He threw himself at his man, sobbing like a baby. Cody put his arms around Parker and held him tight, crying, too.
They remained like that for some time, until Parker’s back started hurting, and his tears had dried up.
“What are you doing here? How…?”
“Shhhhh! Please, don’t say anything. I’m here, and I’m staying. I’ll never leave you again, Cody. Never. I love you too much.”
“God, I missed you. You have no idea how many times I’ve lived to regret my decision back in Honolulu. Did Grandpa talk?”
Parker sat up, and dried the tears from Cody’s face, caressing the silky soft skin he’d missed so much. “Yes, Marc made him confess. He felt miserable about lying to me. But he also couldn’t refuse you. I guess somewhere deep inside him, he thought he was doing us both a favor. I think he saw himself in you when he helped you get away. I think he was thinking about Marc and what may be in store for them if Grandpa ever gets ill.”
“How are they? Are they okay?”
“Yeah, they’re okay. But the entire family has been miserable because of me. I’ve been moping about, feeling sorry for myself ever since we got back from Honolulu, and I took it out on everybody, particularly Grandpa and Marc. They’ve been the recipients of most of my rage. But enough about me. How are you?”
“Oh, just like you. Loads of anger and rage. I’ve tried to channel some of it into my rehab, but without a reason to live, progress has been slow. I missed you so much.”
“So you’re sorry you left me?”
“Yes! Oh my god, I felt your presence the second you opened that door. I knew it was you, and my heart jumped up into my throat with joy. I can’t deny it, Park. I love you, I need you. If you’ll still have me?”
“What a silly thing to say. Of course I’ll have you. Why do you think I’m here? To personally deliver a Dear John letter? But we need to talk. Seriously.”
Cody got worried. “About what?”
“No more stunts, no more secrets, and I don’t want you to ever, ever believe that you will be better off alone, or that I might be better off on my own.”
Cody wasn’t convinced. “Get up for a second.”
“Why, what?” Parker complied, but he was confused.
Cody threw back the sheet and blanket on his body, exposing not only his hospital gown, but also the stumps of what were once two beautiful, strong, muscular legs.
“Are you sure you can love this?” With a snarl, Cody pointed at his body, or what was left after the accident. Parker realized that the Cody who was once proud of his body, and who never saw his blindness as a handicap, was the same Cody who now hated his body and despised his inability to walk, or to be independent again.
“Cody Thomas…” Parker began, kicking off his own shoes. He climbed up on the bed and lay down next to Cody, pulling the sheet and blanket up again, covering the two of them. “Here’s the deal. I don’t care about your legs. Yes, I loved them, I loved what you could do with them, but I never fell in love with your legs. I fell in love with you, your heart, your mind, your soul, your character, your personality. All those things are still there.”
“But—” Cody tried.
“No buts. Yes, it’ll take some getting used to the new you, I won’t lie. But I love you—not just part of you, all of you. If I’d been a shallow person, falling in love with the beautiful body of Cody Thomas, do you really think I’d have been able to see past the fact that you’re blind? Wouldn’t I have wanted for you to see me? Marvel at my body? With those beautiful honey-colored eyes of yours?
“Instead you saw something that most other people never see in me, my character, my personality. You saw the real me, the real Parker, simply because my body didn’t get in the way. And now it’s time for me to let you know that I feel exactly the same about you. I am blind to your body.”
“But how can we be intimate if you don’t see my body?”
Parker laughed and put his head on Cody’s shoulder. “I think there’s still plenty of Cody left for me to love and be intimate with.”
Parker’s left hand moved down over Cody’s torso, toward his crotch, finding and fondling it gently. Cody reacted to the touch and moaned.
“See? Seems to me you’re still alive, and fully functional.” He took Cody’s cock in his hand and began to slowly move his hand up and down, eliciting the sweetest sighs from him.
“I think making love to you will always work. We just have to be inventive and creative. I see no reason why I couldn’t ride you right here, right now…”
Cody was horrified. “Are you crazy? Someone could walk in here any second. What if Mom—”
Parker laughed. “I didn’t say we should. But you seem to be getting my idea. And I could penetrate you, if you lay on your side, so even that’s feasible. Legs are fun, but they aren’t necessary for you and I to love each other. Our hearts, that’s the important thing, and yours is beating strongly right now.” He let go of Cody’s cock and placed his hand on Cody’s chest, letting his hand feel the thump of the heart inside.
Cody was almost convinced. “Are you sure about this?”
Parker kissed him—something he’d missed terribly in the past few weeks. “I am. Are you?”
“I can’t argue against you, Parker Dunn, you know I can’t. I’m yours, for better or worse, and we’ve already had so much of the latter that it can only get better from here on in.”
They kissed again, and Parker finally said, “Seems you and I have a wedding to plan…”
“Did I just hear the word wedding?” Cody’s mom stood at the door. “Am I interrupting you two lovebirds?”
“Yes!” they both replied, laughing.
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