Re: [Treatment Facility: Dami & Misha]
Misha, he found having something to look forward to, it helped. The beach sounded real nice, and he could picture Damian fussing 'bout the sand 'neath the sun. Too, Damian was always real happy in the water, and he liked thinking the water in the Carolinas would be blue as could be, warm too, and real nice for the other boy.
Course, the bedroom took all thoughts of beaches, and Misha wasn't expecting Damian to stop him. He went when he was pulled, course he did, but he was still surprised by it. It wasn't that he hadn't noticed his own fingers shaking, on account of he had, but it was eagerness and not nothing bad that caused it. But, and he felt awful admitting this, the petting, which he allowed real willing, felt plenty nice. He let himself feel it for a few seconds, enjoy it, and then Damian was talking 'bout lying down, and Misha pulled himself together. It was a real slow dawning, the fact that Damian was shaken, but the dawning came, and Misha climbed off the boy and sat next to Damian on the bed.
There, he reached for Damian's hand and pulled. "You come here," he said, hoping Damian would oblige this time. "I'm fine. I was just real eager and impatient and frenetic some to get into your pants," he said, real honest and not lying any. "I'm sorry I made you feel poorly. There ain't nothing wrong," he repeated, and he wanted Damian to understand that, that his, Misha's, reactions here weren't bad. "It's just been a while is all." Misha, his eyes were dry, and he wasn't shaken none. He wasn't going to take off his damn pants, but he wasn't stressed over this any. Damian, he usually went where he was led sexually, and Misha had wanted to lead him somewhere plenty specific.
"We can lie down and rest," he added, in case that was really what Damian needed to do just now, but he wasn't real sure how he'd turned this situation 'round so quick without intending.