“Are they now?” Hank chuckled against Finn’s neck.
“You know you saynowa lot, Hank?”
“I do?” Did he?
“Yeah,” Finn laughed. “Like all the fucking time, Hank.”
“Huh.”
“Tell me more,Daddyyyy,” the damn brat purred impatiently. That was new.Daddy. Finn had hinted at it occasionally that Hank had a so-called Daddy vibe going on, but it was the first time that Finn actually called him that. Unsure how to feel about it, he sucked in a shallow breath before continuing.
“He’d started working freelance forFootprints. They were doin’ a series of travel guides of North America. He’d come to Nebraska and South Dakota to take photographs of the grasslands. He was headin’ toward Buffalo Gap when his car broke down five miles outside of Hayley’s.”
They’d often talked about it over the years. How lucky they’d been that Eugene’s old Citroën DS 19 had decided to break down closer to Hayley’s than to Whitney. ‘Who in their right mind goes on a road trip in a French car?’Hank had often joked. ‘Aren’t you glad I did, though?’Eugene had batted his eyelashes, a pretend pout curling along his lips. ‘Yeah, sweetheart. Mightyhappy.’Just like he was happy Finn had decided to huddle up in Colton’s shelter, of all places.
“And he just stayed?”
“Yep. Couldn’t get rid of him,” Hank chuckled. “Like someone else I know.” Finn froze in his arms, his limbs suddenly stiff. Alert. “Hey now,” he cooed. “What’s wrong?”
“You’d… You’d tell me if you wanted me to leave. Right, Hank? I mean, before spring.”Jesus.
“Now, why would I want ya gone?” He wrapped his arm around Finn’s waist and turned him around. As he rose, sitting up on the couch, he pulled Finn with him into his lap. Finn avoided his gaze, the moths spreading their wings restlessly across the translucent skin beneath his eyes, teeth worrying his bottom lip. Pinching Finn’s chin between his thumb and index finger, Hank tipped his head up. “Look at me,” he coaxed. “Look at me, kid.” Opening his eyes slowly, Finn blinked up at him, the muddy brown all moist and wary.
“You know I like havin’ you around, right? It ain’t gonna be easy for me to let you go come spring.”Shit, it was the first time that he’d admitted to Finn—hell, to himself even—that he wasn’t looking forward to saying goodbye to Finn. For all he cared, winter could go on forever.
“It won’t?” Finn’s voice trembled, and that hint of uncertainty was back with an edge of… hope.
“’Course not,” Hank smiled, brushing his lips against Finn’s, tasting his sweetness and his sadness, too. Finn nodded slowly, leaning closer, chasing Hank’s lips.
“So, you’re not tired of me yet?” There was a neediness in those seven words that nearly made Hank’s heart burst from his chest.Yet.At that moment, it was the loneliest, saddest word in the English language. An entire world of pain contained in what was hardly a word, more like a sound.Yet.
“Now, will ya stop with that nonsense?” he said. “You’re good company, kid. Besides, where would I find a top-tier cockwarmer like this?” He pushed his thumb inside Finn’s mouth, prying it open, pushing against Finn’s tongue. Finn moaned, sucking it into the wet heat of his mouth, his eyelashes fluttering closed. His hips searched for Hank’s blindly, his length pushing against Hank’s stomach. “Best damn cockwarmer this side of the Missouri River,” Hank gritted against Finn’s ear as he pushed two fat fingers into Finn’s gaping hole. “Best damn hole, too,” he spat.
“Mhhmmm,” Finn protested against Hank’s thumb, his hole on the other hand trying to suck Hank’s entire hand inside if he wasn’t careful.
“What, sweetheart?” Hank hummed. “You tryin’ to tell me somethin’?” Pulling his saliva-covered thumb from Finn’s mouth, he eyed the younger guy, his eyes blinking open, an—offended?—frown on his freckled face.
“Just this side?” Finn pouted, his brown eyes beckoning.
“Hmmm, let me think?”
“Hank!” Finn whined.
“I guess I gotta test it again. You know, bein’ an old man ‘n all. My memory ain’t that good no more,” he winked.
“You’re such an ass,” Finn laughed, slapping his hand halfheartedly at Hank’s chest. “I don’t think I like you anymore,” he pushed out his bottom lip, eyes fiery.
“Awww, you like me just fine, kid.”
“Maybe,” Finn shrugged as he started moving down Hank’s body. “Maybe.”
“One day, I want your entire hand in there,” Finn spoke sleepily, sated, burying his nose against the hair surrounding Hank’s flaccid cock. He’d almost thought Finn had fallen asleep, suckling on his dick, small content moans and sighs sending waves of pleasure through the rest of Hank’s body.
“What?” Hank blurted, pushing his fingers slowly in and out of Finn’s well-fucked hole. He must’ve misheard the kid. His entire hand? He threw a quick glance at his other rough hand, splayed across Finn’s shoulders.Ouch.He couldn’t possibly have meant that.
“Your fist. Inside me.” Finn licked at his balls languidly, pushing insistently against Hank’s fingers buried deep in his hole. So, he hadn’t misheard him.
“Jesus, Finn. I can’t fit my whole hand inside ya. I’ll split you in half, kid.” He winced at the image. As gaping as Finn’s hole was right now, he couldn’t imagine a whole fist going in there.
