Chapter 12

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"Help?" Paul called.

"On it!" John opened the bathroom door, suddenly skidding to a stop. "What."

"I need help getting it on." He held up the jockstrap harness, packer already in it.

"Er, okay." He helped him wrap the straps around his waist, then adjusted them so it was a perfect fit. "There you go."

"Th-th-thanks," Paul stuttered, turning a dark shade of red.

"No problem. Anything for me Paulie Pie."

"Eheh." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, pulling his boxers up. "You probably think I'm mad."

"No way, you're just fine." John ran his fingers through his raven hair, smiling fondly.

"I love you." Paul leaned into his touch, accidentally going back to his real voice.

"I know you do." He picked him up bridal-style, carrying him to his bed. "And I love you."

"Even if I'm a broken boy?"

"Even if you were, but you aren't. You're perfect, inside and out. I don't care if you have tits or not, or a dick. You're a bloke in my eyes." John touched his forehead to his.

"I'll never be able to thank you enough, Johnny." Paul pulled his borrowed sweatshirt over his head to take off the binder. "Never."

"You don't have to thank me for anything, Paulie Pie." He tossed the binder aside. "You being here with me is thanks enough."

"That's cheesy."

"I know." He cupped his cheek. "I have a surprise for you."

"Surprise?" Paul tilted his head.

"Yes, I've been saving up money for your top surgery." John nodded to the nightstand where his wallet was.

"I...oh my god!" He choked out a sob, burying his face into his neck. "I can't believe this, you're amazing!"

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