Chapter 41 Stone
Stone
Because of the increased spasticity in Hanlon’s fingers, he gets creative on getting me ready. I know he wishes he were able to do it like he usually does, but I’m just so fucking glad we’re here together that I don’t mind one bit and am sure to tell him so.
“That’s so fucking good, Han.”
I relax my bent knee so it falls open, trying to give him better access.
When Hanlon helped me into bed, he stashed a pillow under my hips to make it easier to reach everything he wanted.
He also ensured that there was enough padding under my neck.
I can tell he’s holding himself back. His need to be inside me is as great as my need for him to consume me.
He slides the plug in and out, angling it until it presses on my prostate.
“You’ve gotta stop doing that if you want me to last until you’re inside me,” I warn again.
“God, I’ve missed turning you on,”Hanlon says, backing off and pulling the toy out of my ass. He repeats the process with another, longer, thicker toy until I’m damn near sobbing with need. I can’t even thrash around to try to get him to give in to me because of my stupid injuries.
Finally, I resort to begging.
“Need you. Please. Please. I can’t suffer a ruptured nut on top of everything else.”
Hanlon leans down, his mouth less than an inch from my balls as he smirks.
“Do you need me to relieve the pressure, baby?” he asks, pulling my fucking nuts into his mouth one at a time. “Or increase it by filling you up?”
“Hanlon, I swear to God, I’ve still got one decent hand. I’ll get myself off if you don’t hurry the fuck up.”
This motherfucker dips lower and swipes his tongue across my hole before he gasps in mock horror. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would,” I deadpan, reaching for my cock.
He bats my hand away. “Okay, okay. Just had to make sure you were ready because I don’t know how gentle I can be.”
Lathering his cock in copious amounts of lube, he checks in one more time before easing his way in.
“You doing okay?”
“Not my first rodeo, Skittles,” I remind him.
He halts his forward progress and purses his lips as he looks down at me.
“You’ve been taking my dick up your ass for like two months, Stone.
One of which you’ve been bedridden for and have gotten zero action, so while it might not be your first rodeo, you’re definitely still in your rookie season. Now, tell me you’re okay.”
“God, it’s fucking hot when you take control. Yes,” I finally confirm. “I’m okay.”
Thankfully, that satisfies him, and he begins thrusting in and out of me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I tell him for what feels like the hundredth time.
I can’t get enough, and rookie season or not, Hanlon fucking my ass is everything I’ve ever needed.
I’m blissed out of my mind and floating on cloud nine as he fucks into me.
I pump my shaft—because again, it’s going to be a while before Hanlon’s got the coordination for multiple things at one time—and it’s incredible, the way I can feel the head of his cock swell before he comes.
The lust in his eyes as he stares where our bodies are joined together sends lightning racing down my spine.
“Are you close?” he pants. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
I can’t even tell the poor man yes before I’m screaming his name.
“Hanlon! Fuck!”
“Oh God, baby. You’re squeezing me…so tight…oh fuuuuuck,” he groans as he releases his warm load inside me.
Despite just coming half an hour ago, his orgasm goes on and on and on. Eventually, Hanlon pulls out of my ass, and I hate the loss of him. I think he’s going to grab something to begin the cleanup process until he swipes the head of his dick over my asshole and fucks his cum back inside me.
“I’m pretty sure this will never get old,” he says, making my brows raise.
“Pretty sure?” I ask.
I’m rewarded with the cockiest grin I’ve ever seen him wear, and holy fuck, it does things to me. With his body on full display, the tenderness with which he just took care of us, the determination he shows every day in every aspect of his life, I know, without a doubt, I want Hanlon forever.
He rocks into me at a faster pace and…no fucking way—“Are you hard again?”
“It’s been a long three weeks,” he whines adorably. “Plus, my cum dripping out of you is really fucking hot.”
And so it goes until he screams my name this time.
Which is immediately followed by a pounding on our door and a deep voice.
“Are you two kidding us right now?” my dad yells through the door; a feminine gasp and the sound of retreating footsteps follows.
“Jesus Christ! Can we get some goddamn privacy?” I yell back.
“You know how Lana feels about this. The least you could do is wait until we’re gone.”
“WE DID!” I yell louder. Looking at Hanlon, I can see the shame settling in his eyes. Grabbing his chin with one hand, I force him to look at me. “This shit ends now. Help me get dressed. I’m going to set them straight, and I’m going to do it with your cum still leaking out of me.”
It takes close to ten minutes for us both to manage our clothes and get back to the living room. When we get there, Lana is in the kitchen making dinner, clearly prepared to pretend that nothing happened.
But that just doesn’t work for me.
“Can you two come in here, please?” I ask, but my tone is clipped. “This conversation is past due.”
Through the doorway, I see Lana look over her shoulder to where I assume my dad is sitting at the kitchen table. Hanlon and I are standing, too fired up to take a seat for this, even if the stance loses some of its power thanks to my fucking crutch.
I look at Lana first, but suddenly, her jeans are very interesting to her, and she keeps her gaze down.
“Look,” I say to Lana, hobbling into the kitchen since they can’t seem to move their asses to the living room.
“I know our relationship is atypical, and it makes you uncomfortable. But seeing you with my dad after my mom left was also uncomfortable, but I never treated you like you were doing something shameful.” It’s not exactly what I meant to say, but when her eyes snap to mine, I know I’m getting somewhere.
“Hanlon and I can’t help how we met. We can’t help that you two found each other before we did, but what if the roles were reversed?
Would you want us trying to keep you apart simply because we fell in love first? ”
“Stone,” my father interjects. “You know it’s different. You grew up together.”
“So do a lot of couples,” I point out before narrowing my eyes. “Is it because Hanlon and I are both guys? Like, it’s fine for Hanlon to fuck around with men, but not me?”
Hanlon puts his arm around my waist, a silent plea for me to calm down.
“Of course not,” my dad argues. “You two are still so young. What happens if it doesn’t work out?
How will you handle it if Hanlon brings someone home for the holidays?
” A low growl reverberates in my chest, causing my dad to narrow his eyes.
“You’re proving my point, Stone. Lana and I have worked hard to make this family just that—a family.
If you two get involved and then break up, what does that mean for us? ”
Instead of answering with words, I give him an alternative outcome and throw the question back in his face.
“What if it does work out? What if Lana,”—I swing my eyes to my stepmother—“finally gets to take on another maternal role for me as my mother-in-law? What if it works out and I get to keep Hanlon by my side every day for the rest of my life? Think about your future then…our family vacations, your grandkids, the wedding. No in-laws to try to get to know. Nobody coming in and trying to replace anybody. Just the four of us, the way it’s always been.
” Turning to face my boyfriend, I place my cast on the side of his cheek while my other hand grips my crutch and lean in to brush a kiss across his lips before turning back to face our parents.
“Can you honestly imagine anyone better for either of us? It feels like you’re so angry because you don’t think I’m good enough for him, and while I’m inclined to agree with you, you haven’t even given me a chance to try. ”
This time, it’s Lana who speaks.
“Stone, honey, I’m sorry for making you feel that way.
That’s not it. It’s…it’s hard to explain.
I’ve done everything in my power to protect Hanlon since he was a baby.
Especially since I knew he would face challenges because of his diagnosis.
” She looks unsure as she starts the next part and casts a nervous look at my dad.
“Might as well get it all out in the open. Secrets won’t do anyone any good at this point,” my dad says, moving toward the counter. “Stone, bourbon still in the cabinet to the left?”
“Yeah, Dad.”
He throws a hand of acknowledgement into the air as Lana clears her throat.
“Your dad and I forced you together so much when you were younger because we hoped the proximity and shared memories would help create a bond, but then you left, and to be honest, Stone, that broke Hanlon’s heart, and I’m afraid of what will happen if you leave him again.”
I look at Hanlon, whose eyes are wide.
“How do you know that?” he asks, clearly thinking he hid it better than he actually had.
“Hanny, you moped around the house for months after Stone left. We hadn’t given you a cell phone yet, and you asked your dad and me every night for three weeks straight if Stone had called.
” Looking back at me, Lana drives a knife into my chest with her next sentence. “And the answer was always no.”
Leaning into Hanlon again, I bury my face in his neck.
“Jesus Christ, baby. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, Stone. I was never your burden to bear,” he says, turning his head to kiss me.
“Hanlon, you aren’t a burden at all, son,” Dad says, resuming his seat at the table, looking a little more peaceful now as he cradles the liquor.
“No,” Hanlon answers, not letting go of me.
“But it does seem like, looking back, Stone’s identity went from only child to Hanlon’s caretaker overnight.
He was ten, for crying out loud, and he was suddenly expected to take me everywhere, introduce me to all his friends, and share all his stuff.
I can see how the resentment would grow and how he’d need space as he got older.
But he and I have already hashed out our past. We were kids then, stepbrothers, and just like you, we did the best we could.
But now we’re men—grown adults with the ability to choose for ourselves.
And we choose each other. I was willing to die for him.
If that’s not proof of our commitment, I don’t know what to tell you. ”
I’ve never felt more loved than when Hanlon is by my side. This strong, brave, intelligent man loves me, wants me, and is willing to risk everything for me.
“I love you so fucking much,” I tell him, not caring if our parents have anything to say about it.
Hanlon turns to fully face me. “I love you, too.” That cocky grin is back, and this time it’s accompanied by a playful, wicked glint in his eye, and I know, without a doubt, what he’s about to say.
“Too soon, Han,” I warn.
“Come on, big brother, let’s grab dinner so I can take you back to bed.”
“Hanlon Jacob Winchester!” Lana yells and covers her ears with her hands…but she’s smiling, so we’ll call it a win.
Hanlon’s contagious laugh is enough to have us all laughing a second later, and suddenly, Lana grips my shoulders.
“Stone, I want you to know, Hanlon’s always known his own mind better than anyone. Even as a kid, he always knew what he wanted and went after it with every fiber of his being. So, if he says you’re it for him, then I couldn’t be happier because I know no one will take better care of him than you.”
“Thanks, Lana.” I reach in and give my stepmom an awkward one-armed hug. When we pull back, she’s wiping her eyes.
“Oh, and um, you mentioned grandkids earlier…”
My dad swats her on the ass. “I think we’ve had enough talk of the future for one night. Why don’t we eat and let these two enjoy the rest of their evening while we enjoy ours?”
He winks at her, and I wrinkle my nose, but bite my tongue because…touché.
We finish with hugs, and finally, it feels like my life is stabilizing as we all sit down together for dinner, just like we used to.
In this moment, I’m hit with so many different emotions, I could never name them all. I sit in silence, watching the love of my life eat dinner and talk happily with our parents, all while keeping his hand on some part of my body throughout the entire meal.
“Oh, Hanlon, before we forget,” my dad says.
“While we were dropping off the photo for Logan, Stone’s boss caught us.
He asked how you all were doing, and told us he’d be reaching out with a formal job offer in the next few days.
Asked us to mention it so you could have time to think it over before he called.
Of course, you’d start in the summer. He knows you still haven’t graduated yet. ”
Hanlon looks at me with a smile. “Looks like you’re stuck with me now.”
“And I couldn’t be happier about it,” I reply sincerely.
By the time Hanlon and I climb into bed, we’re both physically and emotionally drained from the day, despite it ending well.
“Hanlon, I can’t promise I’ll be perfect, but I want you to know I’m in this for the long haul. I never saw this coming. You showing up here, looking at me the way you do, me falling for you…it all took me by surprise and flipped my whole world upside down.”
Hanlon’s cheeky grin is back.
“Kind of like an avalanche?”
I groan at his terrible joke, but give him what he wants.
“Yeah, Skittles. You’re my avalanche.”