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Sight Unseen – Cody’s POV
Marty had been adamant I push Nate back into sculpting somehow. I’d got in touch with people and found out what the options were.
I held my breath, knowing how Nate felt about his art now he was blind. He didn’t believe he could do it. I knew he could. There wasn’t any argument.
“Cody, you know I love you. And I appreciate what you’re trying to do. I’m not sure I can do that, champ.”
Oh wow, did he say he loves me? My heart went pitter-patter. “Bullshit. Just because you can’t see doesn’t mean you can’t use your hands, man. You have to look at things differently, that’s all.” I sniggered. “Oh. I didn’t mean to say that.”
“Yeah, you did.” Nate’s tone was wry but he was perking up. “Christ, I don’t know what I’d do without you. You always make me feel better, not like such a freak. Thanks, buddy.”
I could make you feel so much better. We’d be awesome together, like a fine oil paint on a primed canvas. Or like one of your pieces. I’ll be your clay and you can mold me.
Memories of the movie ‘Ghost’ flitted through my mind and I shivered, thinking of Nate’s hands on my body, forming me into positions like those of a clay statue touching me, stroking me, pushing his fingers into me and….
My lustful thoughts were interrupted when Nate barked down the phone. “Cody, you still there?”
I pushed my rapidly rising cock down with one hand and tried to answer without sounding like a dirty breathless old man wheezing down the phone.
“Yeah,” I said brightly. “Just moved on for a minute, but I’m back now.”