“Please don’t talk like that,” my mother whispers from the corner with Dad’s arm around her. I haven’t heard them say much, but they’re here, so that’s something.
I spend the next hour getting caught up on the events of that night. I text Chase, telling him thank you for staying with me in the ICU, and telling him I owe him a redo. I also text Logan to thank him for risking his life to help me get to Stone.
The team helps me crawl back into bed when my body demands that I lie flat again, and I fall asleep quickly.
“If they don’t go home soon,I’m going to lose my goddamn mind,” I whisper into Stone’s neck as we lie on the couch, nestled under a blanket. My hand is stroking his cock because I’m fucking desperate for it.
We’ve been home from the hospital for three weeks, and our parents have been here just as long. It’s the beginning of Spring and I’ve been completing coursework remotely. Of course, I’ll have to go backat some point for final exams and graduation, but I plan to fly back to Vermont for a total of two weeks, pack my shit, and get back to Montana as quickly as possible.
My mobility suffered a pretty big hit from all the brain swelling, and I have to wear ankle braces again, like I did when I was a kid. For longer stints out and about, I have to rely on additional devices to help support my weight, but I’ll fight to regain as much of my independence as I can.
Stone is still under touchdown weight-bearing orders from the orthopedic surgeon, and he, too, has to use assistive devices to get around. Regular crutches are out because he has another three weeks in the cast on his arm, so he has to navigate using a forearm crutch that matches mine. Thankfully, the fractures to his vertebrae aren’t severe, and he only has another week left in the cervical collar.
Needless to say, if we thought our parents hovered before, they’re on a mission to outdo themselves now withboth of usbeing down and out. They also cockblock at every turn, like there’s some unspoken rule that we’re to neglect our dicks while they’re within a ten-mile radius.
As if she can sense I’m groping him under the blanket, my mother pops back into the living room with hot tea for us both and Advil for Stone, right as his cock starts to get hard in my hand.
“Here you go, boys. How are you feeling after your nap?” she asks in an annoying singsong voice.
“Like I need to get laid,” I grumble into Stone’s chest, making him chuckle.
“What was that, honey?” she asks.
“Nothing.”
“Hey, Lana?” Stone starts, trying to turn his head to look at my mom.
“Yes?”
“Since Hanlon and I are just going to stay here on thiscouch for a couple more hours, do you think you and Dad could do me a huge favor and run something over to Ricochet?”
James comes into the living room at the sound of his name and says, “I can take it, Stone. Lana can stay here in case you boys need anything. What is it?”
“It’s a going away gift for a friend of mine.”
I look up at Stone quizzically.
“I had the team take a photo in front of Logan’s helicopter. Thought it might be nice for him to take it with him…especially since I’m not in it. I had it framed and matted, and they called yesterday to tell me it’s ready.”
“I can handle that on my own,” Dad says, but Stone is relentless.
“The frame, maybe, but I need it wrapped, and no offense, Dad, but I’ve seen your work. I’d actually like this to look nice. Please? The frame shop is on the way to the ski resort. It won’t take more than an hour. Han and I are good. We’ll be in this exact spot when you get back.”
I smile because the urgency in Stone’s voice matches how I’m feeling.
Our parents share a look, and finally, Dad shrugs, and Mom rolls her eyes, knowing exactly what’s happening.
“Fine,” she relents. “But you two better not have moved a single muscle by the time we get back,” she says, pointing a finger at us. “I mean it.”
Stone salutes her with a relieved smile, knowing I’m going to fall face-first on his dick as soon as they’re gone. “Yes, ma’am.” His arm is draped across my back, and I’m draped across his chest carefully. I always take the inside of the couch since I have fewer precautions when I move.
Stone rubs my back with his uninjured arm and wraps his casted wrist around me, too. Signs of our physical affection still make our parents uncomfortable, and I know Stone’sdoing it to light a fire under their asses and get them out of the house faster.
“One hour,” my mom says as she turns toward the guest room.
“Got it,” I yell back before looking at Stone and whispering. “Think you can come three times in an hour?”
“Are you kidding? I can probably come three times in fifteen minutes at this point,” Stone replies.
