around Kadin’s shoulders. Kadin carried him to the bed, with his tongue buried deeply
inside his mouth the entire time. When they reached the side of the bed, Kadin lowered him to the mattress. He
placed him in the middle of the bed and reached for the jar of Vaseline on the nightstand.
“Grease yourself,” he said, “while I get out of these clothes.”
He undressed fast, watching Gregory lift his legs so he could lather petroleum
jelly all over his bottom. When he was naked and Gregory’s hole was slick and ready for
him, he climbed up on the bed and lifted Gregory’s legs as high as they would go. He
held his calves and spread them wide. Gregory closed his eyes and threw his arms over
his head.
When he inserted the head of his penis into Gregory’s hole, his heart was
pounding and his chest was heaving. He plunged inside fast and went deep, without
taking time to open him up and prepare him for the intrusion. Gregory’s body jerked and
he clenched his fists. Then he looked up at Kadin and smiled. He said, “Yes…ah, yes. I
love you so much.”
After that, Kadin shoved a pillow under Gregory’s back so his ass would be
higher, and he fucked him. He pressed down on the back of Gregory’s thighs and pinned
his knees to his shoulders. The bed rocked with such force, and the headboard banged the
wall behind them so hard, that a small picture actually fell off the wall. When Kadin went
deep, his heavy balls smacked the bottom of his ass. He didn’t stop fucking this way until
they both came at the same time. Gregory jerked and shot all over the headboard; his toes
curled and his tongue stuck out from the side of his mouth. Kadin came with such a
powerful orgasm, his entire face contorted and turned red. It was so intense that his balls
jumped up and he had to reach down and press them back into his scrotum. Kadin pulled out and fell on top of Gregory’s body. Then he put his arms around
him and kissed him on the mouth. “When I’m on top of you like this,” he said, “I never
want to let you go.” Their song was still playing down in the living room. Suddenly,
Kadin was filled with a sense of elation. He wanted to turn him around and fuck him all
over again. But he knew he’d have to wait at least a half hour.
Gregory ran his hands up and down his strong back and said, “I just wish I’d been
able to read all of your letters,” he said. “You’re the only man I’ve ever loved.”
Kadin reached down between his legs and cupped the soft skin of his buttocks in
his palm. “I’ll write more for you, I promise. We have the rest of our lives.”
Chapter Eighteen
Kadin closed the laptop and sat back in his chair. They were the only two left in
the sunroom that night. It was well past eight, but because it was Thanksgiving, the
nurses had decided to let Kadin read to Gregory longer than usual.
“And that’s the end of the story,” Kadin said, folding his arms across his chest.
His head was tilted to the side and he smiled. He knew the nurse would be there soon to
take Gregory to his room, where they would medicate him and put him to bed.
Gregory stared down at his lap for a moment, then asked, “Did they stay
together?”
“Oh, yes,” Kadin said, “for the rest of their lives. Those two guys were
inseparable. And they had wonderful lives, too.” The sunroom doors were open and the
hallway was silent. It was his favorite time of day. Even for a discreet gay man like
Kadin, being surrounded by so many straight people all the time wasn’t always easy. The
cultural differences alone often left him shaking his head more than once. There had been
many times when he’d wished for an all-gay nursing home. Everyone here meant well;
they all thought they understood because they’d seen TV shows like
Will and Grace
and
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy
, but none really had a clue. It was like giving birth to a
child. Unless you’ve actually done it, you have no idea what it’s like.
“How did that song go?” Gregory asked. “The one in the story,
Take Me Always
.”
He was looking at the ceiling, tapping his lips with his index finger, as if trying to
remember the words. Kadin cleared his throat and sang a few bars. He wasn’t much of a singer, but he
knew all the words by heart. And at night, when he was alone in his room, the simple
melody would often repeat in his head.
“It sounds so familiar,” Gregory said. “I know I’ve heard that song before. Sing it
again, please.”
Kadin leaned forward and sat on the end of his seat. He smiled and his eyes grew
wide. Then he took Gregory’s soft hand and held it in his palm. When he sang the song
again this time, he looked directly into his eyes.
After a few bars, while Kadin was still holding his hand, Gregory’s eyebrows
went up and he said, “I remember. The story was about us, wasn’t it?”
He took a deep breath and smiled, then he held his hand tighter and said, “Yes,
babe. It was us.”
“Kadin,” he said, “I remember that night, and the letter you wrote. I remember our
song, and the movie we saw the first time we heard it. It was your birthday, but you
didn’t tell me until weeks later.”
Kadin’s eyes became watery, but he was still smiling. “I knew you would,” he
said. “I knew if I read you the story, you’d remember.”
“I want to hold on,” Gregory said, “I want to keep remembering. Don’t let go of
my hand. I love you so much. Don’t let me forget.” His hand started to tremble and his
voice rose to a higher pitch.
“Don’t get too excited,” Kadin said, “You’re fine now. I’m here with you, and
I’ll always be here with you.” Then he placed his other hand on his knee and squeezed it
a few times. “I love you, Kadin,” he said. He spoke fast, as if he wasn’t sure he’d have enough
time to get the words out of his mouth.
Kadin looked at the doors to make sure no one was coming into the room, then
leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth.
And in an instant, Gregory pulled back with a dramatic jerk. He looked down at
his knee, then at his hand. “Why are you touching me like this? What’s wrong with you?”
Kadin’s shoulders dropped and the corners of his mouth went down. “It’s me,
babe,” he said. “It’s Kadin. Don’t let go. Just hold on a little longer.” He’d waited so long
for this moment.
But Gregory jumped up from the table and pulled away from him. When he
knocked over a chair, it caused a loud crash. He backed into a window. His hands began
to tremble and his eyes bulged with fear. “Don’t touch me. I don’t know you. I want to go
home now. I don’t live here.”
A second later, two nurses and the staff doctor came running into the room. They
cornered him in front of the window and held his arms down at his sides. Kadin tried to
help, but when he stood up, Gregory only became worse. He was hunched over and his
entire body began to tremble.
The doctor gave him an injection and said, “You’re fine now. Just calm down.”
He gave Kadin a knowing look.
Tears rolled down Kadin’s face. “He came back,” he said. “He remembered
everything. It wasn’t for long, but he knew me. He called me by my name.” The doctor took a deep breath and sighed. “We’re going to take him to his room
now and let him get some rest. It’s been a long day.” His voice was patronizing. He
didn’t believe Kadin.
The tranquilizer had already begun to work. Gregory’s head was bent forward and
his arms were now limp. When one of the nurses placed her palm on his back and guided
him past the table, he began to shuffle with cautious paces. And as they walked him
across the sunroom, toward the exit, Kadin started to whistle the melody of
Take Me
Always
. He had to concentrate hard, because tears were still falling down his face and his
lips were still trembling.
Suddenly, Gregory stopped walking. The confused expression disappeared and he
straightened his back and squared his shoulders. He turned to the nurse on his right and
said, “If it’s all the same with you, I think I’d prefer to have Kadin walk me back to my
room now.”
Both nurses looked at the doctor. The doctor smiled at Kadin, then raised his
eyebrows and nodded yes to the nurses.
Kadin stopped whistling and stood from the chair faster than he’d stood up in
years. Then he crossed to the middle of the sunroom and looped his arm through
Gregory’s. They started walking and Kadin said, “I told you, babe, I’ll always be here for
you. I’ll get you situated in bed, and tomorrow morning I’ll start reading to you again.”
“Will you read the story about us?” Gregory asked. “I probably won’t remember
anything by then, but you never can tell.”
Kadin nodded and said, “Yes, babe. I’ll start the whole story again, fresh from the
beginning.” When they crossed through the door, Gregory looked back to see where the nurses
were. Then he leaned into Kadin’s shoulder and whispered, “We’ve been lucky, haven’t
we?”
Kadin smiled. “Babe, thanks to you, I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
THE END
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