Naughty:

New Legs, New Year: a Hammer Story

By Sean Michael

Jeremy looked at Evan. "I don't like them. They make

me hurt."

Evan stared right back. "They're new. They're lighter.

The old prosthetics were hurting your back."

"I don't like you." That wasn't true, exactly, but it felt

good to growl it. "Aren't we supposed to be on therapy
vacation?" Christmas was only just over. Only just.

Evan snorted. "There is never therapy vacation."
The front door opened and Simon came in along with

a blast of cold air, his arms full of bags; Jeremy would
bet money the man already had ninety percent of next
year's Christmas shopping done.

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"Hey, Beautiful. Tell this sorry son of a bitch to go

away and bring me my old legs back."

"No. You have to get used to the new ones, Jeremy.

Doctor's orders."

"Hi, Evan." Simon smiled at the man and then gave

him a wink. "You should have come shopping with me."

"Yeah. No shit. I'm not doing this again until next

year. Take these things and bring me my old legs." He
didn't want to get growly, but shit. He knew Dr.
Whitehead worried about a slipped disc or something,
but he liked the old ones. These were too light, too
different, rubbing. He didn't feel as stable.

Simon frowned. "Jeremy. Stop snapping at the poor

man. You'll get used to them. And I can keep you busy
from fretting until you do." The words were so prim, but
he could see the heat in Simon's eyes.

He met Simon's eyes, eyebrow cocking. "You're

supposed to be on my side. We're supposed to go out on
New Year's Eve."

"Then you have something to work toward." Simon

came up to him, put a hand on his shoulder and met his
eyes head on. "You want to tell me what's really
wrong?"

"No." He tried not to sound shocked, but he was.

Evan was here.

One of Simon's eyebrows went up. "Maybe later,

hmm?"

"Look, Jeremy, I know you're sore. I know you'd just

gotten used to the other pair, but your back, man. You
need it." Evan squeezed his shoulder. "I'll call you
tomorrow, see how you're feeling."

"I'll be sore and pissy."
Simon smiled. "He'll be sore, but not pissy."
Evan nodded. "Have a good week. If you need, I can

come the day after tomorrow..."

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"I won't." Jeremy growled and spun off, heading for

the kitchen and a beer. Maybe two beers.

"Thank you for coming, Evan. He'll call if he needs

you." The front door closed and a moment later he felt
Simon's eyes on him.

Jeremy finished his first beer, grabbed a second,

before acknowledging Simon's presence. "You want
one?"

"No." Simon came over and touched his chest. "I

want to know what's wrong."

"I don't like the new legs. I want my old ones back."
"What else?"
"What else what? Jesus. How was shopping?"
"Shopping was fun. I got some excellent bargains.

And now, I want my kiss hello."

Jeremy put his half-drunk beer down, locked his

brakes and pushed up to kiss Simon. "Hey, Beautiful."

"Hey." Simon brought their lips back together again,

tongue sliding into his mouth.

He kissed Simon before backing off, taking a deep

breath.

"Where are you going?" Simon asked, fingers sliding

through his hair.

"I'm just going to make a ham sandwich or

something."

Simon shook his head. "No, love. I think we need a

bath."

"A bath?" He looked up at Simon, just a little

confused, even though the sound of soaking in the new,
huge tub sounded amazing and somehow just perfect.
"Now?"

"Yes, now."
He finished his beer. "Tell me about your day." If he

got Simon talking, he could chill out.

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One of Simon's eyebrows went up. "In the tub. You

know the more you push me away the more I'll push
back."

"I know." He reached out and squeezed Simon's

hand. "I just... shit, love. I'm not sure where my head is.”
He just knew he was pissed.

Simon squeezed back. "Then let's go have a bath,

work you over a little and find out where your head is,
hmm?"

"A bath sounds nice," he admitted, grudgingly. It

really did. He ached.

"Then come on, my stubborn boy."
He rolled himself past the stairs, into the new master

suite. It had taken over a year for all the renovations, but
the house had actually been done for Christmas.

Now the bedroom and the huge bath were downstairs,

along with a room for therapy and working out. They'd
made alterations to the kitchen, making the upstairs less
necessary. Hell, he only went up there once every few
weeks.

Simon started the bath, testing the water and putting

in a little oil. It supposedly did dual duty of
aromatherapy and helped his skin, especially for his
stumps.

He started stripping, and then maneuvered to lift

himself into the tub. Simon came over to spot him. It
had only taken one time of slipping and ending up with
a rash of bruises that looked like death. Simon helped
now.

Whether he wanted it or not.
Once he was in, Simon stripped quickly, revealing

the slender, toned body. He smiled at the sight, still so in
love it hurt.

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Simon looked up and caught his gaze, returned his

smile. One hand reached out, cupped his cheek. "Look at
you."

He flexed his pecs, winked. "Come on in. The water's

fine."

Simon's prick jerked as he flexed. "Sexy man." Then

Simon climbed in, straddling his waist and smiling at
him.

"So, tell me about your day." Jeremy let his hands

wander, loving on his man.

"I found some amazing bargains and our Christmas

shopping for next year is almost complete." Simon
looked very smug over that.

"Impressive. You're organized enough not to lose

them, either."

Simon laughed softly. "There was one year where I

did, long ago."

Their lips met, clung softly and Simon moved on

him, a soft roll. "And how was your day?"

"Shitty. Better now."
"Mmm. Of course it's better now. Naked in the tub --

it doesn't get much better than this." Simon rubbed their
noses, hands sliding over his pecks. "So tell me about
the shitty part."

"I don't like the new legs. Evan won't bring my old

ones back."

"There's a reason for that, though. Besides, you've

bitched every time they've been changed. It's just a
matter of getting used to them, you know that."

"I want the old ones back." They were his fucking

legs, damn it.

"Weren't the old ones a danger to your back?"
"Yeah."
"Then it seems to me that you're going to have to get

used to the new ones."

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"I want the old ones back, damn it." He was tired of

this shit, and he was going to keep saying it until
someone listened. "Turn on the jets?"

Simon leaned over and turned on the jets and then

cupped his face. "What else is bothering you?"

"Why does something else have to be bothering me?"

He just barely kept the growl out of his voice.

"Because you're being all growly and pissy. I know

you, Jeremy -- you can't hide from me."

"Just let me enjoy your good mood. I don't want to

get all thoughtful and shit."

Simon leaned their foreheads together. "You keep

trying to distract me from the question of what's got you
so pissed off."

"Yes." Absolutely.
"You know I'm more stubborn than you are."
"Only sometimes." Jeremy set his jaw.
"I cheat, though." Simon tweaked his nipple, hard.
"Hey!" He grabbed Simon's wrists. "We're having a

bath, now."

"An interroga-bath." Simon turned his hands, sliding

their fingers together.

"An interroga-bath?" Jeremy looked at Simon, then

started laughing, deep and hard, body rocking with it.
Simon laughed with him, eyes twinkling at him.

They settled together, and Jeremy held Simon, hands

moving randomly.

"Mmm. Now this is the holidays," murmured Simon.

"Just you and me and a hot bath."

"Yeah, no crappy legs, no worrying. Just floating."
"And what were you worrying about?" Simon asked.
"Subtle." Jeremy sighed. "I don't like the new legs,

Simon. I don't want new ones."

"But the old ones are going to hurt your back -- you

could wind up worse off than now."

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"Don't say that," he snapped.
"Is that what this is about? You're worried about

getting worse?" Simon's voice was gentle.

"Just don't. Okay. Just drop it. We're having a bath."
"If I drop it, it's going to fester and make you crazy."

Simon growled softly. "Talk to me."

"Oh, for Chrissake, I just. I'm fucking trying, man.

I'm trying to be cool with everything and not be all 'I got
no friggin' legs' all the time, but as soon as I get settled,
there's something else. Every time." And it was his back.
His back. He already had to have this whole special
house.

"Oh, love." Simon kissed him, hard.
He kissed Simon, then backed off, still frustrated.

"Do you get it? That I want the comfortable legs back?"

"I get it, love. You want the changes to stop. They

aren't going to, though." Simon looked him in the eye.
"Things are going to keep changing. Hopefully mostly
for the best."

"Just lie to me. Tell me the shit from the accident is

over." He'd lost his legs and he knew that he was being a
twat, because, really, he had money and he was strong
and healthy and young.

"I don't lie to you, boy. Which means you should

believe me when I tell you that you'll get used to the
new legs and they will make your life better."

"I want the old ones back." He was getting petulant.

That pissed him off.

"No. Don't make me spank you."
One of his eyebrows went up. "I'm too big to spank."
"You're not too big to tie up, and that means you're

not too big to spank." Simon grabbed the soap, rubbing
it between his hands, and then began to slide those
hands over his skin.

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"I liked how the old ones worked." He shifted,

wincing as he bumped his left leg, the stump bruised and
aching.

"I know, but you'll get used to these ones and then

they'll be so much better than the old ones." Simon's
hand slid down his legs under the water, gentle on his
stumps, soothing.

"I'm hurting."
"I know." Simon kissed him again. "I hate that the

changes, even the good ones, often bring pain with
them. When we get out I'll rub some of that cream into
them. And then I'll make you forget all about the new
legs and anything else that's got you out of sorts."

"Yeah? You swear? Because I tell you what, man, I

could use a little of that." He wasn't ashamed to ask for
what he wanted, that was for sure.

"I'm going to give you a whole lot of that." Simon

sealed the promise with a kiss, one that took his mouth
and made it Simon's.

Jeremy hummed, cupped Simon's head and kissed the

beautiful son of a bitch back, making his hot stud of a
lover fight for it, just a little bit. Simon did, not quite
growling into the kiss, giving back everything Jeremy
gave and more. Oh, hell yeah. He was more than willing
to give it up a little bit, to let Simon prove that he was
the Top.

Simon rose to his knees in the tub, giving him one

kiss after another. The man's cock was hard against him,
and hotter than the water. He wrapped one hand around
that pretty prick, jacking nice and steady, the way Simon
liked it.

Sweet sounds began to push into his mouth, Simon

rocking against him.

"Yeah, yeah. Got you. Gonna make you feel good."
"And then I'm going to make you fly."

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"Mmmhmm." He hoped so. He hoped Simon took

him so far out of his fucking body he couldn't bear it.

Simon kissed him again, moving with him, fucking

his hand like there was no tomorrow.

"Come for me, so hot, beautiful."
"Jeremy!" Simon called out to him, hands hard on his

shoulders, and then heat spread over his fingers, washed
away immediately by the tub.

He couldn't stop his smile. Shit, he already felt better.
Simon kissed him, rubbed their cheeks together,

panting softly. "Love..."

"Yeah." He nodded, held Simon against his chest.
"Mmm. Let me catch my breath, and then it's your

turn."

"I can hold you forever."
"I'll hold you to that, love."

***

They got out of the tub and into the bed, Jeremy's

pillows under his legs, the cream soothing his stumps
and poor, abused skin.

"Mmm... so what should I do now?"
"One of the best parts of being the sub is that I don't

have to worry on that too hard. That's your job." Jeremy
winked at him, obviously trying so hard to stay relaxed,
easy.

He laughed softly. "That's right. I get to do anything I

want to you." He waggled his eyebrows at Jeremy.

"So long as you still want to."
Simon frowned, sat next to Jeremy, hand on the

ripped belly. "What do you mean?"

"What?"
"So long as I still want to -- do you really think I

wouldn't?"

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"I... No. No, I mean." Jeremy frowned. "No, I just..."
He touched Jeremy's abs, tracing the amazing

muscles. "You just what, love? Talk to me."

"I just, I want you to want me. It's important. For me.

That you want to drive me crazy." Jeremy's hands slid
over those sore legs.

"Love...." He shook his head. "I want you. All the

time. There isn't a moment of the day that I don't want to
tie you to the bed and make you absolutely insane." He
took Jeremy's hands in his and moved them up over his
lover's head.

"I know."
Simon could see the tension beginning to ease and he

thought, maybe, Jeremy didn't know. He grabbed the
cuffs from the bedside table and slid one around
Jeremy's wrist, then looped them through the headboard
before cuffing Jeremy's other hand. "Do you?"

"Course I do."
"Hmmm." He slid his hands down along Jeremy's

arms, "We'll just have to make sure."

Those huge muscles bulged, rippled for him. Simon

moaned, let Jeremy hear how much the man turned him
on, made him want. He brought their mouths together
for a kiss, taking Jeremy's mouth.

Sometimes he forgot that Jeremy couldn't really see

his own hotness. "You are so beautiful, love. You set me
on fire. Every day."

"Hush. I see you."
Simon had to smile. How had he deserved this? To

have Jeremy look at him like he was the hottest man
alive.

"And I see you and you turn me on and you make me

want. All the time." He slid his fingers over Jeremy's
belly again, moved them down to slide on his lover's
thighs.

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Jeremy spread wide. "All the time, huh?"
"All the time." He went up on his knees, letting

Jeremy see his hard prick, see how much he wanted,
despite having already come in the tub.

Jeremy reached for him, the new, stronger headboard

not moving at all.

He grinned. "No, you're at my mercy, love."
"Evil tease." Jeremy grinned back, playing with him.
"Very evil." He moved in to rub his prick along

Jeremy's side, letting that fine skin feel him.

"Mean." Jeremy twisted, legs sliding on his cushions

that took the pressure off those scarred stumps, the
lower back that Simon knew was killing his lover.

"Meaner than a junkyard dog." He took hold of

Jeremy's prick and pushed his thumb into the hot little
slit.

He saw Jeremy's lips part, and he stopped any words

with a little bit of pressure, loving how Jeremy arched
for him. He rolled his thumb, knowing Jeremy loved the
sting.

"Shit." Jeremy grunted, bared his teeth.
He loved it when he made Jeremy lose control. "My

fine love." He leaned down, kissed Jeremy's ballsac.
Then he moved lower, licking at Jeremy's hole.

"Simon. Sir." That was a great sound, that need.
He licked again, then pointed his tongue and pushed

in.

"Hungry. Want you to fill me up."
"Going to." He nodded, licked again. "Going to fill

your cock and then take you."

Jeremy moaned, thighs jumping, as he twisted under

Simon's tongue.

His love tasted good, right and Simon pushed his

tongue in deeper, hands sliding on Jeremy's skin. That
tight, tiny hole squeezed his tongue while Jeremy

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moaned, twisted for him. Humming, he rolled the tip of
Jeremy's cock between his fingers..

"Gonna..."
"Oh, no. Not yet." Simon grabbed Jeremy's balls and

tugged lightly. Jeremy's groan sounded so good, so
right.

Reaching with his free hand, Simon got the lube and

the sound kit from the drawer, putting them both on
Jeremy's belly. Jeremy's eyes rolled, then closed.

"I want you to watch, love. I want you to see as I

push the sound into your prick." He always wanted that,
and he always would. That was the submission, not the
sound itself, which Jeremy craved. "Open your eyes,
love."

Those happy, hungry eyes slowly opened, for him.
"Mmm. There you are. I need you to watch."
"Why?" Jeremy licked his lips.
"Because you need to." He flicked his thumb back

and forth across Jeremy's slit. Jeremy's quads bunched,
thighs actually leaving the cushion. His Jeremy loved
that, loved slit play so much.

He grabbed the lube from Jeremy's belly and opened

it one-handed. The other was still wrapped around
Jeremy's prick, holding the slit open.

Jeremy's eyes burned at him, the anticipation sweet.

"Which one are you going to use?"

"Well, it's been awhile, so not the biggest one." He

pushed some lube into the slit.

"The biggest one is obscene."
"You love the biggest one. But like I said, it's been a

while. The smallest one will just be a tease, though." He
was going with the third one down from the largest.
More than the middle one but manageable without
working up to it.

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Smiling, he pushed more lube into Jeremy's slit. He

knew it was cold, knew that Jeremy could really feel it,
but he knew it was the anticipation of the sound to come
that really had Jeremy going.

Jeremy's ass slipped on the sheets, rocked back.

Bending, he kissed one nut in its sac, then the other.

"Sir." The honorific was offered, soft, sure.
He smiled and hummed, grabbing the sound he

wanted with his free hand. That sweet, fat prick was
eager, swollen, ready for him.

"Are you watching, love?" He glanced up.
Jeremy's eyes were open, unfocused, staring.
"You're not watching," he accused softly.
"Uh-huh..." Jeremy licked his lips.
"Focus boy. On your cock and the sound going into

it."

"Oh, shit. Simon..." Jeremy's eyes locked on his face.
"Not on me. On your cock. On the sound." He started

at Jeremy, waiting to be obeyed.

"No talking." Jeremy didn't look away.
"Until you watch the sound go into your cock, I don't

have anything to do but talk..." He would out-stubborn
Jeremy. It wasn't by any means an easy task, but he'd
done it before and he'd do it again as needed.

"Turkey." Jeremy was struggling with something,

deep inside, and Simon would just have to wait it out.

"No, just as stubborn as my dear lover." He slid his

thumb across Jeremy's slit. That got him a soft moan,
Jeremy's eyes dropping to his hand. "Mmm. That's
better."

He brought the sound to Jeremy's hole. He traced the

'o' of the slit with the tip of the sound, making Jeremy
groan for it. The he placed the tip into Jeremy's hole,
looking up to make sure his lover was still watching.

Those pretty eyes burned for him.

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"Here we go, love. Filling you up." He slowly slid the

sound in.

Jeremy's moan floated up, so soft, so peaceful. He

nodded as he kept pushing the metal into Jeremy's slit.
He loved doing this, loved watching the long rod
disappear into Jeremy's cock. It was beautifully obscene.

"Fuck. Fuck, that's full." Jeremy grunted, hips trying

to move.

"And you love it." He put his free hand on Jeremy's

left thigh, holding him in place as the sound continued
to sink in.

"Yes. God, yes. So fucking right." No shame there.

None.

He was so proud of his Jeremy. So very proud. He let

the sound slip the rest of the way in.

"Sir!" Jeremy groaned, hips pumping, fucking the air

restlessly.

"Look at that -- look at you." He stroked Jeremy's

thighs, the hair tickling his palms.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh, shit."
"I'm going to. God, you're sexy like this, love." He

smiled and touched the ball at the top of the sound,
wiggled it a little.

"Simon. Need you. Oh, fuck. Yours."
"You are. You're all mine." He lubed up his fingers

and slipped two into Jeremy's ass.

"Yes. All of me. Please."
"And I'm yours, love. All of me." He pushed another

finger into Jeremy, opening his lover up for his cock.

Jeremy's cock bounced on his belly, and Simon rolled

the ball at the top of the sound again. A string of vicious,
desperate curses flew from Jeremy's lips.

"Are you watching, love?" He looked away from the

visual feast in front of him, up into Jeremy's face.

Jeremy's eyes were closed, lips parted as he panted.

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Simon stilled. "You stopped looking, love."
"Huh?" Jeremy looked at him, obviously dazed.
He smiled, stroked Jeremy's cheek. "You're supposed

to be watching what's going on."

Jeremy turned, lips capturing his fingers, the suction

fast, hard, sudden. His balls ached from the sudden
onslaught and he moaned. Hungry man. Jeremy groaned
and pulled, tongue curled around his fingers. He fucked
Jeremy's mouth and ass with the same rhythm, both
hands moving. He loved how he could feel Jeremy's
moans, all around his fingers.

"God, I love you."
He felt Jeremy's answer around his fingers.
Pulling his fingers out of Jeremy's ass, he shifted,

lined up his cock. He wanted to bury himself inside
Jeremy, lose himself in his lover.

"Please. Fill me up. I need to feel you."
"Right here, love. Right where I'll always be." He

made the promise as he slowly pushed into Jeremy's
tight, welcoming hole.

"Right here." Jeremy moaned, lips open.
"Yes." He pushed and pushed until he was all the

way in, his hips snug up against Jeremy's ass. He could
feel Jeremy's body, rippling, working his cock, good and
hard. He had to close his eyes for a moment and steady
himself or he'd be coming before he was able to give
Jeremy what his lover needed.

"Feel you, so deep. In me." Jeremy muttered

restlessly, moaning for him.

"Inside you. Yes." He started to move, to fill Jeremy

over and over. Jeremy met him, every thrust slapping
their bodies together.

He reached for Jeremy's cock, playing with the

sound, pulling it out an inch or so before letting it drop
back into place.

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"Shit." Jeremy bared his teeth, growled.
"You love it." He pushed in hard, hitting Jeremy's

gland.

"Yes. Love you. Oh, fuck. Been so long."
Simon grunted an agreement and thrust harder,

moved the sound faster, up and down along Jeremy's
slit.

"Fuck!" Jeremy rattled the chains. "Sir!"
"Yes! My Jeremy. Mine."
Jeremy nodded, cheeks dark red, eyes squeezed

closed.

"Look at me, love." He wanted to see Jeremy's eyes.
"Simon..."
He stilled -- it took everything he was, but he stilled.
Jeremy tossed his head, body milking his prick.
"I said look at me!"
Jeremy's eyes popped open, his boy right there,

focused. "Master."

"Yes."
He started thrusting again, hips pushing his prick

deep into Jeremy. A low keening left his lover, the
pressure between them near unbearable. He slid the
sound up and down a few more times, until he couldn't
hold back any longer. With a quick, smooth motion, he
pulled the sound right out of Jeremy's body.

Jeremy's grunt was almost pained, as spunk sprayed

between them, covering Jeremy's chest. Each spurt had a
corresponding squeeze around his own prick and Simon
moaned harshly as his own orgasm was pulled out of
him.

Collapsing onto Jeremy, he panted, lips parted,

staying close because he knew his lover. This was where
Jeremy was able to talk to him.

"Love you. Love you, Jeremy."

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"Love." Jeremy nodded, moaned low. "Stay here for

a minute."

"I'm not going anywhere." He stroked Jeremy's pecs;

he would wait all day for his lover to talk.

"Okay. Okay, cool. Thank you."
He stayed right there, lying on his human mattress.
Jeremy's wrists twisted in the cuffs. "I still don't want

the new legs. They bother me."

"Why do they bother you so much?" It had to be

more than just being uncomfortable -- Jeremy pushed
through pain all the time.

"Because I like the other ones. Because they're too

light. Because... I'm tired. I'm fucking tired of learning
how to walk, over and over."

"But if it makes things easier in the long run, isn't it

worth it?"

"It won't be." Jeremy sighed. "What am I going to do

with my back? I mean, at least I can walk now, work.
But they keep looking at my back."

Ah now they were getting somewhere. "That's what

they're trying to fix, to keep good, right?"

"It's not supposed to get bad. I'd be worthless to you."

Jeremy wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Love." He took Jeremy's chin in his hands and

turned it to face him. He waited until Jeremy actually
met his eyes. "You are far more than a pair of legs to
me, you know that."

"Well, thank God for that. I don't have a full pair any

more."

He chuckled like he knew Jeremy had been going for

and then he kissed his lover gently. "With the way
technology is progressing, things are changing fast --
you get a new phone every couple of years, your
computer is obsolete almost as soon as you buy it. Why
wouldn't the same be true for the technology used for

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your legs? They'll keep coming up with better and better
models that are easier to use, easier on your body..."

"I'm falling apart."
He snorted. "Now you're being dramatic."
"I'm allowed to be dramatic sometimes." Jeremy

looked at him. "It's not reserved for the twinks."

Simon bit his bottom lip, hard, but he couldn't contain

his laughter at that. His lover laughed with him, body
shaking around his cock. God, that was fine.

"Drama or no drama, you are the strongest man I

know, love."

"I'm just scared, man. I just got good at this, working

and walking and managing. I don't want to be worthless
to you; hell, I don't want to be worthless to me."

"You know being able to walk doesn't set your worth.

You are so much more than your ability to walk."

Jeremy nodded. "But..."
"But what, love? You can tell me anything."
"But I want to be someone you want next to you."

Jeremy sighed, the sound soft. "What if I can't keep
working? What am I going to do then?"

"I will always want you next to me." The words flew

from him, fiercely, almost furiously. "I don't 'let' you
stay here because you bring in a salary. I love you.
You're my LIFE partner."

"I know. I know that, but... I need my work. You

know that. I need it."

"Yes, but if you can't do the metalwork, you can do

something else. You're a smart man as well as a strong
one."

"No." Jeremy tried to sit up, pulling at the cuffs.

"You don't understand. I love what I do. I love creating.
I love the work. It's part of who I am. I don't want to
lose that."

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"Then you'll fight for it as long as you can. You'll

take the new legs they give you, every time they give
them to you, and you'll make it work for as long as you
can."

"And when it doesn't?" There was a sick, worried

look in Jeremy's eyes.

"Then we'll figure out a way for you to still be

creative, to work on something you love."

"You promise?"
"I swear it to you, Jeremy. More than anything I want

you to be happy, fulfilled in every aspect of your life." It
was what loving someone was all about.

"Okay." Jeremy sighed. "Enough drama."
"It's not like there's drama very often." Simon kissed

Jeremy softly. "Sometimes you need to get all the
worries out, hmm? To know that you don't have to deal
with them by yourself."

"Does that mean you're not going to go get my old

legs back?"

"That's right, I'm not. And neither are you. You'll be

used to these new legs before you know it and you'll be
moving better than ever. In fact, I bet you're used to
them by New Year's Eve." He really believed that; of
course, he believed Jeremy could do anything he set his
mind to.

"Pushy asshole." Jeremy's body squeezed his

softening cock.

He would have chuckled, but he was already

moaning softly. "I'm supposed to be."

"I know." Jeremy hummed softly. "If you come in me

again..."

"I would be the luckiest man in the world." He

grinned, knowing what Jeremy wanted. Knowing that
Jeremy craved the plug, filling him up. "Make me come
again so we can keep me inside you until morning."

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"Simon." Jeremy groaned, lips open and hungry.
He kissed Jeremy, his tongue slipping into the heat of

Jeremy's mouth as he started to circle his hips, moving
his cock inside Jeremy's body.

The tension had faded, the fury gone now that Jeremy

had given him that worry, that stress. Now his hot sub
could luxuriate in their pleasure. Which meant he could,
too. He moved slowly, every inch of his prick caressed
by Jeremy's body.

Jeremy hummed into their kiss, tongue exploring his

mouth. Everything was more when Jeremy's full focus
was on him, on bringing him pleasure. Simon shifted to
find Jeremy's gland, determined to give Jeremy just as
much. He felt it, all around his cock, when he found it.
Jeremy rippled, those muscles working him, rocking
him.

"Yes!" He growled a little from the pleasure and

began thrusting harder, hitting Jeremy's gland as he did.

"There. There. Oh, fuck. Want it so much."
And he was going to give it to Jeremy. Over and

over. He grabbed one asscheek in his hand, pulled
Jeremy in faster, closer.

"Mine. My love." He thrust harder.
"Yes. Yes, Sir. Fuck, Simon. So good."
He nodded in total agreement. Fuck, that was sweet,

the pressure, the heat, the way Jeremy's body worked
him. He got his hand around Jeremy's prick, fingers
sliding on it as he pumped into the tight heat. This was
it, what he needed. What he lived for: fucking his lover.
They were both going to be able to make it last, too,
having already come.

Leaning in, he took Jeremy's mouth. Jeremy hummed

for him, keeping him close. His tongue and his hips
moved together, his tugging of Jeremy's cock a
counterpoint to the fucking. Their eyes met, and Simon

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moaned, the love between them like a drug. He moved
faster, harder, driving them higher and higher together.
Jeremy cried out, ass gripping his prick.

"Show me, love. Show me."
"Yours." Jeremy sobbed the word out, come shooting

from his lover.

"Yes! Yes, mine!" He cried out, hips jerking into

Jeremy through his lover's orgasm. It took only seconds
after Jeremy came before he found his own pleasure.

He collapsed back onto Jeremy, sweaty and sticky

and in love.

"Undo me. I need to hold you."
"And I need to be held." He quickly undid the ties

that bound Jeremy, fingers rubbing his lover's muscles.

Jeremy's arms wrapped around him, fingers rubbing

his back. "Tell me about your day, now."

He chuckled, reached for the drawer with their toys,

the fat, heavy plug. "You don't want to hear about my
shopping." He pulled out the plug, making sure Jeremy
could see it.

Jeremy groaned, eyes rolling back in his head for a

moment. "Do too."

"You want to hear about the new ornaments I bought

for the tree and the holiday hot chocolate I got?" He
slicked the plug up.

"Hot..." Jeremy licked his lips. "You got more hot

chocolate?"

He laughed softly. "You want me to make you hot

chocolate when we're done here, love?"

"I thought we had lots." Jeremy's eyes were on the

plug.

"This is special hot chocolate." He kept stroking the

plug, spreading the lube over and over it.

"Special." Jeremy groaned low.

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"Uh-huh. There's gingerbread hot chocolate and

candy cane hot chocolate and vanilla hot chocolate." He
kissed Jeremy, then slid down between his lover's legs.

"Uhn." Jeremy lifted his stumps, spreading wide.
"My eager, hungry man." He rubbed the tip of the

plug against Jeremy's hole.

"Uh-huh." Jeremy tried to take it in.
He shook his head, smiling up at Jeremy. "At my

speed."

"So mean." Jeremy loved it.
It made him laugh softly, made him gaze up, feeling

all the love he had for this man inside him. He twisted
the plug as he pushed it slowly in a little farther.

"Uhn." That was a satisfied little sound.
He pushed the plug in some more, watching as the

thickest part of it slowly stretch Jeremy's hole. He let his
fingers stroke the stretched hole, spread it. "So hot." His
lover was so hot, sexy.

"Yours." Jeremy hummed softly.
"Yes. Yes, mine." He pushed the plug in all the way,

looking to nudge Jeremy's gland with it before it was
finally seated.

"Sir..." Jeremy's abs rolled and went tight.
"Oh yes. Right here, hmm?" He nudged the plug

forward again, then once more.

"Y...yes. Fuck. Yes. Okay, yes."
He kissed the tip of Jeremy's prick, nudged that spot

one last time, and set the plug inside Jeremy's body.
Perfect.

Jeremy grabbed him, pulled him in for another

breathless kiss. He moaned into it, his hands sliding on
Jeremy's skin, loving the strong muscles beneath him.
Maybe he'd keep Jeremy here until New Years. Start the
year out as he intended live it.

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It sounded like a good plan to him; he was willing to

bet he'd get no disagreements from Jeremy. And if he
did, he could just beat them out of the man.

End.

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New Legs, New Year
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