USELESS?

5

I feel myself being lifted from the vehicle, and I reluctantly open my eyes. Half-awake, and finding myself in Anthony's arms, I wrap mine around his neck and let him carry me into a building I don't really see. He carries me into an elevator, and pushes a button. The doors silently slide closed, and the elevator moves gently.

He steps off the elevator and carries me down a long hallway, to a set of double doors at the end. Before he can reach for the doors, they open from within, and he steps into a bedroom. He places me gently on the bed, and removes my shoes, then reaches to unbutton my shirt.

"W-what are you doing?" I stutter, waking up a little more.

"Getting you comfortable for bed, my love," Anthony responds. "Or would you rather sleep in those uncomfortable clothes? I had some pajama pants and things brought in that should be about your size."

"Oh, ok" I mumble sleepily as I raise my arms to help with removing my shirt. Another, softer shirt smelling of Anthony replaces it, and I snuggle into it. My pants are gently removed, and a pair of lightweight flannels are pulled on. I smile sleepily and murmur a quiet "thank you."

I expect to hear the door close, but instead, I hear more clothing hitting the floor, and feel a weight press into the mattress. "Anthony?" I question, panic lacing the single word.

"Relax, my love. I just want to be near you. I won't even touch you if you don't want me to." He promises. It makes me frown.

"Hold me?" I ask.

"Of course, love"

I immediately feel his arms wrap around my waist as his legs tangle with mine. I link my fingers with his at my waist, and relax into his embrace, slipping back into a deep sleep. It was the best sleep I've had in three years.

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I wake, fully rested, and more comfortable than I've ever been before. I'm wrapped in warm, muscular arms that send tingles through my body, and for the first time in three years, I'm not in any pain. Sunlight warms my body as I turn to look at the man holding me, and I thank the Goddess it isn't Dale.

Anthony is so beautiful as he sleeps, and I'm reluctant to wake him, so I keep myself still and enjoy the unfamiliar feeling of the sunlight. Dale hated having the sun wake him up in the morning, as our room was on the East side of the pack house, so he had wooden shutters installed on the outside of the window, and kept curtains drawn on the inside. Only the front room of our suite saw sunlight, and I'd spend my days sitting in the windowsill, soaking it up.

Anthony's arms flex around me, and I watch as his eyes open, and he sees me looking at him. He smiles, kisses my forehead, and whispers, "Good morning, love."

Needing more, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his head back to mine as I stretch upwards to meet his lips with my own. I'm already addicted to the feel of his lips on mine. He rolls us over, gently laying me on my back as he deepens the kiss, running his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I grant. I moan at the unfamiliar feeling of his tongue exploring my mouth.

Anthony reluctantly pulls away, and I pout, making him smile and press a sweet, chaste kiss to my lips. We stay like that, wrapped in each other's arms, until a strange noise comes from my stomach, making me blush. Anthony chuckles and asks, "Hungry, love?" And I nod, realizing that I truly am starving. I haven't eaten since Dale left our suite yesterday morning, which isn't all that surprising...or unusual.

Getting up from the bed, Anthony goes to a dresser, pulling out clothing and bringing it to me. "There's a bathroom through there," he says, pointing to a white door that I didn't notice last night. "Why don't you take a shower and get dressed, and we'll go get breakfast?" I nod my head slowly and get out of bed.

I take the pile of clothes from his hands as he kisses my forehead again, and make my way into the bathroom. The first thing I see is a mirror. Curious, I step in front of it, and see myself for the first time. Deep-set, midnight blue eyes stare at me from a heart-shaped face, and my silvery blond hair falls to my shoulders. I remove my pajamas, and look at my body. It's painfully thin, my ribs easily visible, but I'm glad to see no bruises or scars.

I turn on the water of the shower, adjusting the temperature to as hot as is comfortable before climbing in. As the water runs down my body, the door opens, and Anthony steps in. I watch him warily, wondering what he's going to do.

"May I join you?" He asks. I consider the request, and nod slowly.

Anthony removes his clothes slowly as I watch. He opens the shower door and steps in behind me. I turn to face him, letting the water run down my back as I admire his naked body. A smoldering heat suffuses my body as he looks at me, and I feel myself stiffen from the look in his eyes. He sees my growing erection, and a pleased smile pulls at the corner of his mouth.

Meeting my eyes with his, he slowly gets on his knees. "May I?" He asks, his voice husky with desire. Confused, I tilt my head to the side, wondering what he is asking for. I trust him, so again, I slowly nod my head.

He presses kisses to my hipbones, making me whimper. He then kisses down the faint line of hair from my navel to my member, placing a kiss to the tip. My knees go weak, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me up, before taking me in his mouth. I gasp at the unfamiliar feeling, and his lips move gently up and down my cock as he applies gentle suction.

My hands wrap themselves in his hair as my eyes lock with his. He keeps a slow steady pace as he sucks me, driving me crazy with need. "Anthony, please," I beg, though I'm not sure what for.

Anthony seems to know what I am asking for, and he starts bobbing his head faster, increasing the pressure of his lips around my member. An unfamiliar feeling builds in the pit of my stomach, a curling finger of fire, building to an inferno that has me gasping for breath. My back arches, and I dig my fingers into Anthony's scalp and cry out as I release into his mouth. He swallows every drop, releasing my member with an audible pop, and licking the remnants of cum from my tip.

He gets back to his feet, and kisses me deeply. I taste myself on his lips, and I'm instantly hard again. He laughs, and says "later, love. Let me wash your beautiful body."

We enjoy a long, leisurely shower, exploring each other's bodies with gentle hands. He brings me to release again as he massages every inch of my skin with body wash, and I've never felt so cherished. We rinse off, and step out of the shower. Anthony gently towels me dry before wrapping the towel around his waist and helping me dress.

We return to the bedroom, where Anthony pulls on a pair of boxers, a tan shirt, and black slacks before taking my hand and leading me from the room.