Sweep Me Off My Feet Ch. 02

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."

"Oh yes," Brinxton agreed, "very cozy and quite moist."

Zayne grinned at him and threw his arms around Brinxton's neck, pulling him down into a long kiss before quietly demanding while clenching his ass around Brinxton's hard cock, "Move, and I can show you just how good it feels."

Brinxton smirked and wiggled his ass side-to-side. Zayne laughed through the moan that escaped his mouth at that. Brinxton smiled at his reaction and began to withdraw until just his head was still in Zayne, then he pushed forward again, still with agonizing slowness. Zayne couldn't even complain because it wasn't like Brinxton was going against what he asked for, and while torturous, it did feel amazing.

"You tease," Zayne managed to gasp out.

Brinxton began picking up speed slowly, keeping an eye on Zayne's expressions to make sure he was still enjoying himself. He was slightly disappointed that the position change had taken his hand off of Zayne's cock, but there would be time to focus on that later. Zayne ran his hands up Brinxton's arms before he clutched onto his shoulders, moaning out in pleasure each time Brinxton hit his prostate with his thrusting. He could feel the pleasure building up in his pelvis and his head fell back as he repositioned his legs so they were up a little higher, closer to Brinxton's elbows.

Brinxton made sure Zayne was comfortable and then started thrusting harder. His pelvis slapping against Zayne's ass, Brinxton was grunting rhythmically in time with his thrusts. Zayne was reduced to only being able to moan or swear out, as this position hit inside right where he needed it to.

Zayne was always unsure when he let other people top him, because he had been with a few people who weren't great at it, but Brinxton had a quiet confidence and skill that was sexy and perfect. He was so turned on that he was leaking clear pre-cum all over his abs. He started to quietly cry out Brinxton's name in his passion, every once in a while only managing to get out the first syllable, so he seemed to be chanting "Brinx".

Brinxton had a look of concentration on his face while he worked Zayne over. The repetition of his name seemed to excite him even more and he picked up speed and intensity. Zayne's nails dug into Brinxton's shoulders, unable to say anything but Brinxton's name. Zayne had kept his eyes on his lover the entire time, but his eyes finally fluttered shut as his head fell back and he cried out in his release as his untouched dick shot between them multiple times.

This was the signal Brinxton had been holding back for as he let himself explode at the same time, flooding the condom with his seed. Brinxton stopped moving as he came, then grasped the base of the condom as he eased out of Zayne. He quickly disposed of the used prophylactic and then laid back down beside Zayne, draping one arm across his chest.

Zayne grabbed a pack of wipes he kept on his night stand and cleaned himself up, throwing the wipe out in the trash next to the bed and turned toward Brinxton. He usually didn't jump into bed with people, but something told him that Brinxton wasn't going to judge him for it. Still, they should probably have a conversation about what they were doing going forward.

"It's been a while since I've met someone good enough to get me off hands free," Zayne admitted. "And obviously, I'd like this to happen again, but we should probably define what we're doing right now so we're on the same page, you know?"

"Well," Brinxton responded thoughtfully, "this part is typically called 'cuddling' or 'basking in the afterglow.'"

Zayne laughed at that and snuggled in closer to Brinxton. "I'm so glad you're here to spell that out for me or I may have never known that," Zayne teased.

"Happy to help!" Brinxton responded smugly.

"Are you looking to date and get serious, or are you looking for something more casual?" Zayne asked after a little bit of silence.

Brinxton gave that a few minutes of consideration, then answered, "I'm okay with something casual, maybe leading to something more over time, but my life is a little busy with work right now because we just took on a new client and they are in the stone age."

Zayne gave a nod of his head and chuckled at the stone age comment. He knew what that meant from an IT standpoint. "Casual for now works," Zayne replied and kissed him again. He could work with this.

~~~

A little over a week later, Elias came home with an invitation to a dinner at the Weeks' home. Apparently Daniel wanted all of his family represented, which also meant the Lennoxes. Zach seemed like he didn't really want to go, but Zayne pointed out that they were trying to give Daniel a chance, and they could also spend some time with Brinxton by going, which got him whistles from his brother and friend.

That Saturday, they made their way by car to the Weeks' residence. Zayne brought a cane with him this time, since they would be seated at a table for most of the event. They were greeted as they came into the house, with Zach keeping his hand on Zayne's back as he walked just in case, and Elias leading Aspen in on his arm. Zayne's parents were behind him and handed their coats over before going over to greet the Williamsons.

"Zayne!" Daniel's younger brother, Garrett, cried as he came up to greet them. "Look at how well you're walking! I still remember when you couldn't manage on your own without the arm crutches or the walker."

"I still use them sometimes," Zayne admitted. "But sometimes I can blend in with the normies again."

"Well, you look great," Daniel's other brother, James, added.

"Yeah, your walking is looking almost like it did before," Daniel commented with a smile.

Zayne gave him a smile back and then noticed Brinxton behind him, and the smile grew a little bigger. Daniel looked back at Brinxton with his eyebrows furrowed, but didn't say anything. Brinxton greeted Zayne warmly and led him to a table to sit together and catch up. They hadn't seen each other as much as either would have liked because Brinxton's work had necessitated some abnormally long hours lately. Zayne's own work, which was running the technical side of the construction company, whether that be social media, the ledgers, or speaking to clients and contractors, had kept him busy too.

Marionette Weeks looked a little annoyed when everyone finally sat down, because her son had changed where he was supposed to be sitting and thus messed up what she felt was the perfect seating arrangement, but she wouldn't say anything in front of the group. Zayne, Zach, and Elias enjoyed having Brinxton sitting next to them, easily adding him into their conversations and explaining any inside jokes they made with each other.

Brielle seemed annoyed and silently thoughtful at how quickly her brother had blended into their group, which only added to Brinxton's enjoyment of being around them. Zayne kept catching a look on Daniel's face through the dinner, one that showed he didn't like how close he and Brinxton seemed to be getting, but he didn't mention anything out loud.

It was a little after dinner, when everyone was getting up to move to the living room for coffee and drinks, that Daniel caught Zayne as he came out of the bathroom and pulled him down the hallway a little. Zayne grabbed the wall to make sure he didn't fall over, but it didn't stop his legs from giving out from under him and Daniel seemed surprised when he fell to the ground.

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry, are you okay?" Daniel asked and went to help him get up.

Zayne pushed Daniel's hands away and used his cane and the wall to get standing again. His back was hurting but he ignored it. "What the hell is wrong with you tonight?"

"Are you dating my future brother-in-law?" Daniel asked him.

Zayne stared at him for a moment before laughing. "No, I don't think dating fits what we're doing right now. It's more casual than that."

"So you're fucking him?" Daniel demanded.

"What's it to you?" Zayne asked back, putting one of his hands on his hip. "We're here as a 'bring the families together for your wedding' event. Who I fuck has nothing to do with you."

"It does when it's my brother-in-law!" Daniel cried. "Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it would be to possibly be brother-in-law to my ex? My first love?"

"Oh, I can imagine," Zayne replied sarcastically. "I wouldn't be thrilled to call you that either, but you're getting ahead of yourself, don't you think? This could very well fizzle out eventually. We're just enjoying ourselves, and that's between me and Brinxton."

Daniel looked like he was about to say something but then stopped when he noticed Brinxton and Zach coming down the hallway to see where Zayne was. Neither said anything but Brinxton could tell Zayne was annoyed by whatever was going on before they walked up. He was leaning against the wall for support and had a grimace on his face.

"Hey Zayne, is this guy bothering you?" Brinxton asked good-naturedly.

Zayne couldn't help but smirk at that. "Something like that. I think he just needs to get back to his bride and mind his own business."

"You heard the man," Brinxton said to Daniel, "run along off to the missus! We have enough appetizers here."

Daniel looked annoyed but he pushed past Brinxton and Zach and walked down the hallway away from them. Zach turned and took in the stance Zayne was using against the wall and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I just fell," Zayne explained. "It hurts but nothing a muscle relaxer and ibuprofen can't fix later."

"How did you fall?" Zach asked.

Zayne just shook his head before mumbling, "I moved too fast and my legs couldn't handle it."

"He dragged you around the corner too fast, you mean," Brinxton corrected with a flash of anger in his eyes as he stared daggers at Daniel's retreating back.

Zayne watched Brinxton's body language, and despite the surprise at the fact that Brinxton must have seen what happened, he couldn't help but smile at the protectiveness in that anger Brinxton was showing now. Zayne had a flash in his mind, suddenly wanting Brinxton panting and moaning underneath him. It occurred to him for a moment that even if he wanted to stay away from Brinxton like Daniel had asked, he wasn't entirely sure he could now. For now, he settled with running his hand up Brinxton's arm to show that he was okay and grateful for Brinxton being upset.

"Daniel always seems to forget that anything happened if I'm not presenting as completely disabled," Zayne commented. "So, yeah, he pulled me around the corner too fast, and my legs gave out. I'm fine, though. I've done worse before, and no, Zach, he's not worth killing or beating up. And no, even if there's no body, they'll figure out you have a motive."

Zach pursed his lips, annoyed at how his twin always read his mind. "Fine, no murder, but that's not an excuse for casual ableism and you know it."

Brinxton looked like he was considering the finer points of motive himself but must have come to the logical conclusion that as the brother of the bride-to-be he was not above suspicion because he frowned furiously and crossed his arms.

Zayne looked between both of them with a look that Brinxton could imagine he used with problem clients for his dad's business. "I agree, but you can both, calmly, use your words. Daniel can be a selfish asshole, but there's good in there too. I distinctly remember it. He just might need some pushes to remember it, especially if he's spending all of his time with Brielle."

"I think they're two ableist peas in a pod, but fine, whatever," Zach grumbled.