Chapter 31 Stone
Stone
It’s weird having my parents in my living room with Hanlon down the hall, naked in my bed. It’s even weirder that I want nothing more than to strip down and crawl into bed next to him, pulling him tightly into my body and feel his breathing even out as he falls asleep.
But the reality of just how fucked up that is hits me squarely in the chest with our parents right in front of me.
Hearing him call my father Dad sits in my stomach like a lead weight as I drop onto the sofa.
Lana has already found a bottle of red wine and helped herself to a glass as she curls up on the end of the couch.
I have a TV, but it’s rarely ever on, and it remains off now, even though the background noise would be helpful.
I’m not playing this cool, not acting casual, and not doing a good job of hiding the fact that I want nothing more than to follow Hanlon to bed.
But it’s only eight forty-five.
By the time I reset the tone with our parents, play catch-up, visit, and help them get settled in the guest room, it’s ten-fifteen.
Lana hugs me first after placing her wineglass in the dishwasher.
“Stone, it’s so good to see you, honey. Thank you for taking such good care of Hanny tonight. Get some rest.”
I hug her back. “You too.”
My dad is next. “It’s been too long, son. That’s on us. I look forward to ringing in the New Year with you boys tomorrow night.”
“Yeah, me too, Dad. Goodnight.”
I think I’m in the clear until Lana turns back around. “Stone, are you sure it won’t be weird sharing a bed with Hanlon? I’m happy to sleep in there with him if you’d rather stay with your dad? I know you boys aren’t boys anymore.”
Considering I know for a fact that Hanlon is already naked in my sheets, that’s a hard no.
“It’s fine, Lana. I have a king-sized bed. I won’t even know he’s there.” I damn near choke on the words because my not knowing where Hanlon is every second of every day isn’t a thing anymore.
“Okay then. Goodnight, sweetie.”
Finally.
I have to stop myself from sprinting down the hall, but as soon as I push my door open, I know Hanlon is out like a light. His even breaths bring me peace as I strip down, brush my teeth, and crawl into bed beside him.
I don’t want to wake him, but I can’t stay away.
Just as I suspected, Hanlon’s naked body greets me as I scoot forward to mold myself to him.
“Took you long enough,” he mutters, making me chuckle.
“I thought you were asleep,” I whisper into his neck.
“I was, but it’s impossible to stay that way with your dick wedged between my ass cheeks.”
“You need to rest,” I remind him.
“Sounds like you’re trying to get out of making me come,” he says on a yawn.
“Baby, I’ll make you scream my fucking name if that’s what you want,” I tell him, my hand trailing over his hip to find his cock, which is still soft against his thigh.
He’s completely unbothered by it.
“We’ve had sex exactly three times, and now you’re ready to make me scream?” he taunts sleepily. “I’d like to see you try.”
I shouldn’t take the bait because the truth is, I still don’t really know what the hell I’m doing…but I do know Hanlon, and I can’t resist.
I move out of the way so I can roll him onto his back as I straddle his thighs. At least in this position, he doesn’t have to do a single thing and can stay completely relaxed.
Leaning forward, I tease his dick with mine—which is now hard and eager—as I whisper in his ear.
“You really want me to make you scream with our parents right above us? They’ll probably think I’m in here smothering you with a pillow and come running.
What do you think they’d say if they opened that door to find me swallowing your cock? ”
“Oh, fuck,” Hanlon breathes, his dick coming to life with every dirty word and stroke of my hand.
Knowing I can turn him on, even in this state and under these circumstances, is a heady feeling…and I want more. I want it all.
If he wants to come, then I want to make him.
“What is it you like best, baby? The dirty, taboo sin of fucking your brother? Or doing it while our parents are under the same roof, hmm?”
“Both,” he manages to grind out.
“Why, Hanlon, you’re not the prim and proper golden boy everyone thinks, are you?” I tease as his cock leaks precum all over my hand and my shaft, where it’s pressed against his.
Of course, Hanlon is still the golden boy. He’s fucking radiant. He’s the entire goddamn sun.
But he has some tarnish underneath his shine, and it excites the hell out of me.
I coat our shafts in spit so I can jack them properly, choosing to forgo the lube because I want to provide everything he needs tonight.
Hanlon’s hips begin thrusting, forcing his cock in and out of my fist.
“Harder,” he moans, wrapping his hand around mine.
“Han, shhh,” I warn. I’m full of pride for making him this needy, but I actually don’t want our parents to start asking questions. Not yet. Families are complicated, but I still love mine. And if something were to happen between Hanlon and me, I have no doubt Dad and Lana would blame me.
“So fucking good, though,” Hanlon whines beneath my touch.
He’s not wrong.
My hips continue to piston back and forth, matching his rhythm as I tighten my grip. He plants his hands on my thighs, his eyes glued to our cocks. Briefly letting mine go, I swipe my thumb up to rub over the barbell that looks so fucking pretty adorning his cock, and he shudders beneath me.
“Do that with the head of your dick,” he says, lowering the volume of his voice.
I oblige, and the sensation draws a moan from us both.
Hanlon is a writhing mess beneath me. His hips are moving, his dick is leaking, and his mouth is hanging open.
He’s the fucking picture of perfection.
Staring at him now, it’s hard to believe I ever lived a day of my life afraid that I would never find this, never be attracted to someone, never have the desire to bring them pleasure, or the confidence to seek my own.
And while it feels fast, we have a lifetime of shared memories and experiences that serve as a foundation for what this is turning into.
Hanlon Winchester has always been mine. The only difference is now I know it…Well, that and I get his body along with his heart and his mind.
Suddenly needing to be closer, I drop our cocks and scoot back on the bed carefully, making sure the bed frame doesn’t squeak.
“Where are you going?” he protests, grabbing my arms.
“I want to taste you, and I’m dying to know how that barbell feels against my tongue.”
“You’re sure?” he asks, knowing I’ve never had a dick in my mouth. His voice is tight, and I know it’s not from his earlier episode.
He wants this as much as I do.
“I’m sure.”
My cock is throbbing, but I ignore it as I lie on my stomach and wedge myself between Hanlon’s legs.
“Hang on a second,” he says, twisting for something on his nightstand. “I want to make sure I can see this,” he says, slipping his glasses on and turning on the light.
I’m learning a lot about myself with Hanlon, including the fact that, apparently, I have a glasses kink.
“Why are those so fucking hot?” I groan, kissing my way up his thigh.
“I’m glad you like them, considering I can’t see shit without them, but they don’t hold a candle to how you look right now.”
I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, stopping just shy of that barbell, teasing him. “Give me a second, and I’ll look even hotter with my lips wrapped around your cock.”
Hanlon whimpers and drives his hands into my hair, pushing my face toward his erection ever so slightly.
I flick the barbell with my tongue, and his hands tighten in my hair.
“Again,” he moans hoarsely. I do it two more times before taking the entire head of his dick into my mouth, letting my bottom teeth gently scrape the metal. “Fuck!” he yells, causing me to go still.
“Hanlon!” I whisper-yell.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, “I’ll be quiet. Just please, please put my dick back in your mouth. I need to come so fucking badly.”
I give it a few more seconds, listening for a creaking floorboard or any other sign that my stepbrother just gave us away, but I hear nothing, so I dive back onto his cock face-first.
It feels good in my mouth. Sucking dick is actually pretty fun, especially when his body continues to talk to me even after his mouth finally shuts up.
Wanting to explore more, I grasp his balls, tugging on them and squeezing gently like I do my own. I quickly discover that I need my other hand to stroke his shaft because I’m obsessed with this fucking barbell and want to focus my attention there.
The position is a little awkward, but I stay on my stomach, desperate for the friction of grinding my cock into the mattress as I simultaneously cup his balls, stroke his shaft, and suck his crown while my tongue lavishes praise against the jewelry.
“Stone, I’m gonna come,” Hanlon warns, making a low hum reverberate in my throat. “Stone,” he says again.
Does he expect me to move? Because that isn’t happening.
I suck harder, stroke faster, and squeeze a little tighter until I actually feel the head of his cock swell in my mouth and his cum lands on my tongue.
I spread my knees a little wider on the bed, punching my hips forward, reveling in the feel of my bare dick dragging along the sheets as Hanlon paints my throat.
Unable to hold back, I blow my load all over the bed, grunting around his cock as I do.
Hanlon’s groans above me are the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard, and I milk him for all he’s worth until his hands are pushing my head away instead of pulling me closer.
When we finally slow down to catch our breath, he looks where my head is resting on his thigh.
“Did you just…”
“Come from dry humping the mattress? Yep.”
“Dude, that was my side of the bed. I have to sleep in the wet spot now.”
I jerk upright, prepared to change the sheets because, honestly, I didn’t even think about him sleeping in my release when a smile stretches across his face.
“Relax. I’m kidding. It’ll be dry in two minutes anyway. Now, get up here,” he says, reaching for me. I crawl up his body before landing beside him. “You’re sure that was your first blowjob?” he asks.
“I’m sure,” I confirm.
“Well, I don’t know that there’s much room for improvement, but I’m looking forward to trying anyway.”
I huff a laugh and prop myself up on an elbow to look down at Hanlon. He looks totally blissed out; just like I’d hoped. I remove his glasses, placing them on my nightstand before turning off the light and tucking him into my side.
“Goodnight, Han.”
“G’night, Stone.”