Me: I'M GETTING TOP SURGERY!
The group thread exploded, responses coming in one right on top of the other.
He got cheers and congratulations. Questions about who was doing the surgery. And when. And where. Offers to help withanything he or John needed. Endless streams of advice from the other boys who had gone through the procedure.
Do everything the doctor says.
Don't lift anything!
Set up your space ahead of time.
Button-front shirts only for a few days. Absolutely no t-shirts! Trust me, don't even try it!
Plan to sleep a lot.
Plan to sleep sitting up at first.
Expect to feel numb for a long time.
It'll look ugly at first, but it'll get better!
The messages went on and on all afternoon while Adam roamed his apartment, wanting to get everything set up now. It was so much easier without all the clutter that had been removed. He felt like he could see things so clearly.
Late that evening, just as Adam was finishing dinner while watching a movie, his phone beeped with yet another incoming message. This one from Skylar. Adam snatched up the remote to pause the movie, then picked up his phone.
Skylar: Congrats!!! It's about damned time.
Me: I know, right?
Skylar: How are you feeling? Nervous? Excited?
Me: BOTH
Skylar: HAHA I feel that!!! I bet John's excited, too, huh? Probably can't wait to get his hands on you afterwards.
Adam squeezed his legs together.Oh, fuck. He thought of that dream he'd had a few weeks ago, the one with John rubbing his cock all over Adam's chest. Adam's very flat, very naked chest.Shit. That sounded so hot. He couldn't wait to feel John touch him there for the first time. With his hands. His mouth. Anything. Everything.
He'd finally get to be truly naked with John. Finally take a shower with him. Finally be able to fall asleep in the man's armswithout having to worry about whether John might accidentally graze his chest in the middle of the night, since he couldn't sleep with his binder on. That garment felt suddenly tighter than usual. He couldn't wait to be free of the damned things for good!
And considering how long it had been since he and John last had sex, he was even more desperate now.
Me: Fuck. It can't come soon enough!
Skylar: I bet. I'm assuming John's gonna take care of you afterwards?
Me: Yeah. He's supposed to be arranging time off work.
Skylar: Okay, good. I was gonna say if you needed help, I'd try to find a way to come down, but my schedule has been crazy lately, and the boss HATES it when I cancel appointments with clients.
Adam winced as he wrote out a reply.
Me: I've been inundated with offers of help, but thank you. :) But you're still totally welcome here anytime! I've even got the apartment all cleaned out and decluttered now. I was almost going to get rid of the furniture in Haven's old room, too, but I thought I'd keep it. Just in case you changed your mind.
Skylar's reply was a long time in coming. Adam waited, hoping the boy might cave and actually sayyes.
Skylar: I appreciate that. I really do. But I have to finish this. I need a clean break between chapters of my life, if that makes sense. I don't want to leave the city until I'm certain I can afford the surgery and can fully leave this part of my life behind me.
Me: Okay. I get it. Just know the offer still stands in case anything changes.
