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not to me. Never to me. You’re my best friend.” Jase patted his cheek. “Look at me.”
    Carey raised his gaze. Jase cupped his cheeks in his hands and looked straight into Carey’s tear-filled eyes. His voice was low but firm.
    “You’ll never shake me, buddy. Nothing you could do or say will ever make me leave. And we’ll get through this. I will help you get through this, one day at a time. Don’t think about anything else but getting through each day as it comes, okay? There’s no next week, day after tomorrow, or even tomorrow. There’s just today, Carey. Let’s get through today.”
    Carey closed his eyes again, moving his hand up to grip the nape of Jase’s neck. Jase pressed their foreheads together, then started to pull back. Before Carey thought about what he was doing, he turned his head slightly so their lips grazed. Carey’s eyes were still closed, but he heard Jase catch his breath. Jase hesitated, then kissed him again lightly, almost casually, and started once again to sit back. Carey tightened his grip around Jase’s neck and pulled him closer, seeking Jase’s mouth with his. Jase settled his mouth over Carey’s, his lips slightly parted, warm and moist.
    “Carey,” Jase rasped against Carey’s lips. “I don’t—”
    Carey was caught in the grip of something he didn’t understand either, something he didn’t want to analyze. All he wanted was to be touched, to feel something other than pain, than anguish. He was mindless with the need for comfort. He linked his arms around Jase’s neck, pressing closer, and dimly heard him groan deep in his chest. Jase kissed him more firmly then, gliding his tongue along Carey’s bottom lip and nipping it with his teeth until Carey gasped, his mouth opening under Jase’s. They kissed deeply, Jase stroking Carey’s tongue with his own, his stubble rasping along Carey’s cheeks.
    “Jase,” Carey moaned, out of his depth but at the same time not quite willing to break away. Jase pulled back, looking into Carey’s eyes, his lips shiny with moisture, red and full. Carey felt lust surge through him at the sight. Dammit, he just wanted to feel good, to feel something , to feel alive.
    “Help me to forget for a little while, man,” Carey pleaded. “I don’t care. Please, Jase.”
    Jase tried again, his eyes troubled. “You’re upset, Carey. You’ve taken some strong medication. Do you even know what you’re—”
    “I need—I need something, Jase. Please help me.” Carey grabbed Jase’s hand and brought it between his legs, over his athletic shorts, letting Jase feel the erection that strained against the fabric, the first one he’d had since before the injury. It throbbed, and it felt so normal. His cock didn’t care his leg was missing. Carey was mindless with need, and it didn’t matter that it was another man’s hand on his dick; he just wanted to feel good.
    Jase groaned again, the sound almost tortured, and his hand tightened around Carey’s erection, finding the head with his thumb and rubbing it through the fabric of pants and underwear. Carey caught his breath, moving his leg to the side to give Jase room to move.
    “Please, Jase!”
    Jase very carefully helped Carey lie down on the couch on his back. He hooked Carey’s leg over the back of the couch cushions, gently easing his body down, being cautious of Carey’s stump, encased in its protective bandage.
    Carey arched up under Jase’s body, the sensation of hard muscle instead of soft fleshy warmth against him startling, and so foreign.
    Jase was murmuring in his ear, making Carey shiver. “Are you sure about this, Carey? If you want to feel good, I can make you feel good. I can make you feel so good.”
    Carey responded to that whispered promise, wrapping his leg around Jase’s hips, his body arching up again, seeking.
    Finally Jase, his eyes still troubled, took Carey’s mouth again with a groan of surrender. He pressed Carey back into the couch, coming down on