The next day, Zayne spent close to two hours in the pool, starting with basic exercises to warm up in the buoyancy of the water before he took to taking laps. His physical therapist had got him into pool workouts because it took the pressure off his legs to hold him up while giving him a good workout at the same time.
Afterward, he took a shower in the locker room and put his shorts and swim shirt into the small tumble dryer they kept in there to get all of the extra water out. He dressed in dark jeans and a soft tank top with a dark blue sweater on the top and headed home. He pulled up to his driveway in his own car, which was a smaller sedan that had been altered to take out the back seat so he could put his wheelchair there. Brinxton was already there, leaning against his car waiting for Zayne.
Zayne smiled at him as he got out of his car. Brinxton could see what Zayne meant about his gait, as he walked as if something was wrong with his back. He seemed to be limping, though he didn't seem to be in pain if his face was anything to go by. Zayne came around the car and opened the back to pull his wheelchair out and onto the pavement of the garage floor, getting it back into place before he sat down in it and motioned for Brinxton to follow him inside. There was a ramp in front of the house, as well as a ramp in the garage that led into the house.
The inside had larger hallways so he could fit his wheelchair through, and the doorway into Zayne's room was larger, as was the doorway to the garage. Zayne's room had walls that were painted in a beautiful aqua color and were covered in various artwork while his bed was covered with a dark blue comforter and a rainbow crocheted blanket over the top. There were photos of Zayne with his brother and friend on one wall, both from before and after the accident. One photo showed Zayne flying through the air in a snowboard jump, and another still showed him in the hospital bed with a back brace on with one of his doctors.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Zayne said.
"I like the color!" Brinxton said, gesturing at the walls as he was looking with interest at the photos and giving himself a tour of the room. The room was understandably bare of clutter and remarkably clean, which made sense to Brinxton as any messes might impede Zayne's movement around the room and make any walking more hazardous.
"It was a choice I made because we were told it's a relaxing color," Zayne replied. "I like it though. The whole room and bathroom were made for my comfort and ease." He motioned to the few bars on the wall meant to help him walk around, and Brinxton could see that inside the bathroom was the same. There were bars along the wall of the tub and the shower, as well as by the sink and to either side of the toilet.
Brinxton turned back toward Zayne and smiled, obviously interested but seemingly unsure about how to get started. Zayne backed his wheelchair up into a corner not far from the bed and locked the wheels before he carefully got out and moved toward Brinxton. Zayne ran his fingers along Brinxton's jawline once he was standing right in front of him.
"Don't worry, I don't break easily," Zayne murmured before he pulled Brinxton into a passionate kiss.
"Is that a challenge?" Brinxton asked when they came up for air.
Zayne grinned at that and moved backwards until his knees hit the bed and he sat down, pulling off his sweater so he was only in his tank top and jeans now, and looked at Brinxton enticingly. "You're always welcome to try. I don't mind a little rough housing with my sex."
Brinxton smiled and pulled his own shirt off. His chest was moderately hairy and well-defined. He may not work out regularly but he definitely kept active enough. Zayne raked his eyes over Brinxton, biting his lip in anticipation. He took in every indent and every mole. Brinxton could see a peak of lightly scattered red chest hair through the tank top Zayne was wearing. It was looser in the front and thin, so it made it easy to see his nipples through the light blue fabric.
Brinxton helped Zayne pull his tank top off, brushing the backs of his fingers along Zayne's ribs as he did so. Zayne let out a shuddering sigh at the touch as it had been so long since he had anyone strip him like this. Zayne ran his hands along the outside of Brinxton's thighs and up to his hips before Zayne started to unbuckle Brinxton's belt. He undid the button and pulled the zipper down, then pulled his pants down around his ankles, holding onto Brinxton's hips to let him step out of them.
Zayne was gratified to see the growing bulge under Brinxton's boxers. He leaned forward and began to suck Brinxton through the thin fabric, taking in the taste of both the fabric and the precum that was leaking there. Brinxton moaned quietly and laid his head back slightly with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensations coursing through his body from his member.
Zayne hooked his fingers into the waistband of Brinxton's boxers and pulled them down finally, letting Brinxton's erection spring free in front of his face. He was around six to seven inches long and thick, with heavy looking balls that looked hairless, and the hair at the base of his dick was cut incredibly short so as to barely be there.
Zayne stroked it to get it up to full hardness, and he licked along the slit when another bead of precum started to drip out. He started out teasingly slow, going down to lick along Brinxton's balls as he took in his musky scent. He moved up, licking up along the entire length until he reached the slit again and then opened up his mouth to take the head in. He slowly worked his way down, moving up and down to take another inch each time he went back down until his nose hit Brinxton's trimmed pubes, loving the moans he was drawing out of Brinxton.
Finally he pulled back and looked up at Brinxton, his gray eyes darker in his desire. "Do you prefer to bottom or top?"
Brinxton seemed to think about that for a moment. "I am versatile, but I tend to top a lot," he responded.
That was true of Zayne too, though part of that reason was because he was self-conscious about having his naked back to someone. Zayne bit his lip in thought, because both positions with this man who just seemed like walking sex could be amazing. Finally, he seemed to make a decision, and said, "Then show me what you've got, and next time I'll return the favor."
Zayne backed up on the bed until he was closer to the headboard and then reached over to his nightstand so he could pull out the bottom drawer. He grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube, and Brinxton could see the peak of scarring on Zayne's back at the top of his jeans as he bent over the bed to retrieve those. Brinxton accepted the condom and opened the package, expertly rolling it onto himself while Zayne got himself out of his pants and boxer briefs.
Brinxton took the lube next and worked on gently preparing Zayne's hole for him. He started slowly, one finger at a time, using his other hand to stroke Zayne's cock while opening his ass. He took the time to add more lube as needed and before long he was lubing up his condom-covered dick as his left hand kept up a fairly good stroking speed on Zayne's now hard cock.
Zayne's face, neck, and chest were flushed now from pleasure and desire as he moaned and whined while Brinxton worked him open. It had been a while since Zayne had been with anyone, as Zach had been so happy to point out, but he kept toys around to take care of his needs so it didn't hurt very much. It was just a feeling of being full and pleasure, and wanting more.
"Fuck me," Zayne begged, his eyes dark with lust and his hair messily falling over his eyes.
Brinxton smiled and edged forward on his knees, the head of his cock coming to rest against Zayne's waiting opening. Zayne wrapped his legs around Brinxton's waist, settling his heels on Brinxton's solid ass, urging him forward. He complied with a smirk, easing himself into Zayne slowly, watching the expression on his face for signs of distress. Zayne gave a slight hiss in the beginning, but after that the burn calmed down and just became part of the overall full feeling inside of him.
Once Brinxton had bottomed out in him, Zayne panted out, "See? I told you the interior was even better."
