BlazeI'm bored without Trevor here, although I have to admit this is the first time I've been alone in his house since I came to stay with him weeks ago. I've gone back to my apartment a few times to pick up clothing, check the mail, and make sure no one has broken in, but since he got out of the hospital I've been here with him night and day. It's weird not to have him here, odd not to have him to take care of. I'm used to listening for him, trying to determine if he needs my help or if he's trying to be stubborn and do things on his own. This morning, when I watched him doing things more easily, it shot a pain through my chest. He's not going to need me much longer, especially when he gets the okay to bear weight. It'll be time for me to go back to my own home, and I have to admit, I'm scared. Will we go back to ignoring each other the way we were before or are we really going to try and make this work? Times of great stress tend to bring people closer together, and it's don

TankSitting in waiting rooms of doctors' offices has become my least favorite thing in the world, and today I'm all by myself. Blaze had to go and meet with her supervisor to get put back on rotation. She insisted on making sure she's available for me whenever I need her, but I'm hoping after today, I can become much more self-sufficient.That thought hits me in the gut, because I don't necessarily want her to go. I like having her around, love waking up to her every morning, and look forward to the breakfast she always has waiting for me after I drag my ass out of bed. Running a hand through my hair, I realize how much I depend on her – not to take care of me – but to be my partner. What if she decides she's done?"Trevor, you can come on back."I didn't even notice the nurse standing in front of me until she spoke. Blaze leaving my home, and possibly my life, is the scariest thing in the world for me right now. There is one thing I do know, and it's after what happened with

TrevorI've never ridden in the back of a limo before. Not even for my high school prom like so many have done. Blaze told me we would have a ride. Silly me, I figured it would be a friend or a family member picking us up. I never expected to see a stretch limo pull into my drive."When you said we'd have a ride, this wasn't exactly what I imagined," I take a drink of the beer I got out of the fully stocked bar.She takes a drink of her wine. "Yeah, well my family spares no expense - ever. Especially when they like to show me what I'm missing."The way she says the words makes me wonder if she does miss it. There's a catch in my gut. "Do you miss it? They can give you a lot of luxuries I'll never be able to give you."She's quiet for a heartbeat, and mine almost stops. "No, none of those things have ever been important to me. You know I don't touch the money in my trust unless there's something I really want. I've never missed this stuffy-as-fuck life. I mean look at me tonig

BlazeI'm waiting for the moment he makes his move. Every part of my body is on alert. My nipples push against the lace of my bra, my fingers clench against the wall in front of me, and between my legs I ache more than I've ever ached before. My breathing is labored as I wait, eyes closed, forehead leaning against the solid surface, dying to see what he does, where he touches me first. "You've never had another man in here? What about some horny teenage boy?" he breathes close to my ear. Trevor comes up so close behind me I can feel the heat pouring off his body. Flattening my palms, I push myself back far enough so we touch. It's a whisper of one, but it's enough for now. Tilting my head, I can feel the hair of his beard tickling against my neck. Tucking my chin down, I try to nuzzle against him. I shake my head. "No, never had a man before you, or a boy either. You're the first, the only.""Better fuckin' well be the last."I open my mouth to tell him he's it for me, but

Trevor"Sit right there and I'll bring you a drink."I kinda love how my mom still assumes I can't fend for myself. On the other hand, I'm a grown man who's lucky to still have the use of his body after everything I went through. "I got it, Mom.""Let me take care of you, Trevor," she leans in giving me a hug. "Let me enjoy the fact you're still with us."Hardly anything anyone else has said hit me the way these words from my mom hits me. I have to bite back the wave of emotion those simple words bring forth. I'm not even sure why this affects me more with such a punch in the gut. I watch as she goes into the kitchen before I turn my attention to my best friend, Renegade."How are you?" He looks up from where he's rocking the carrier my niece is sleeping in with his foot. Dark circles form half-moons under his eyes, and I'm pretty sure he hasn't seen a razor in a week. "Tired as fuck," he admits. "But I've never been happier in my life."I can tell, even with the haggard