“Boys, come on. I’m still standing right here,” James says, scrubbing a hand down his face. He’s been slightly more tolerant than my mom, but only because he stays silent instead of voicing his opinion.
“Oops, sorry,” I say sheepishly.
“No, you’re not.” He moves into the kitchen and then comes back, tossing a roll of paper towels at us. “Here. Just do me a favor and don’t get up for cleanup, okay? Your mother will have a coronary.”
“Would you mind grabbing the lube, too?” Stone manages to ask with a straight face.
“Too far, son,” our dad says, walking down the hallway after my mom.
Five minutes later, they’re out the door. The relief I feel at being left alone with Stone for the first time since the night we almost died is overwhelming. Part of me just wants to feel him breathe.
We’ve talked about that night a couple of times in bed, under the cover of darkness, our voices kept low as we spilled our lingering fears and anxieties, but neither of us has fully processed it. Maybe we never will.
But a larger part of me needs to feel just how alive he is. I need to hear his moans of pleasure instead of pain.
Despite working with occupational therapy three times a week and doing my exercises without fail, my dexterity stillisn’t great since my physical symptoms stem from neurological deficits, but I manage to pull Stone’s cock free from his pajama pants and wrap my hand around his smooth shaft.
His hips thrust forward, but when they do, the movement drives his heels into the couch, which puts pressure on his shin.
“Ow, fuck.”
Okay, so this won’t work. I carefully climb over him and help him sit upright instead of lounging back against the arm of the couch. Once he’s comfortable, I sink to my knees in front of him.
“OhGod,yes,” he moans. “I’ve missed this mouth so fucking much.”
The fingers of Stone’s non-casted hand thread through my hair as I happily bob on his cock. It doesn’t take long before he’s swelling in my mouth, leaking precum onto my taste buds.
This is the first chance we’ve had to be together like this, not only because of our parents, but healing is exhausting. Eating, bathing, and simply moving from the couch to the bed take a massive effort, and our bodies haven’t had enough energy to respond to intimate touches like normal…until today.
Until right now.
“Hanlon…” Stone pants above me.
“Mmm?” I hum with my mouth full.
“I fucking love you, and I’m about to come already.”
I appreciate his body’s responsiveness because breathing can still be a bit of a challenge for me. Well, drawingdeepbreaths anyway, and it’s made even harder when his dick is in my mouth.
I stroke his shaft with my hand to help push him over the edge. When his body tenses as he comes, he cries my name.
His flavor is just what I needed. The reminder that his heart still beats, his lungsstill fill with air, and his cock still craves my touch. I swallow half and hold half in my mouth while I check in with him with a raised brow.
“Yeah, baby. I’m great. I just wish I could return the favor,” he says. Because he injured damn near every part of his body, it’ll be a while before he can fully engage, but I have a solution for that.
Quickly removing my pants, I straddle his hips very carefully, making sure to keep my full body weight off him.
My dick is hard and throbbing between us, and he wastes no time wrapping his uninjured hand around it, smearing precum around my head. It’s not enough for a handjob though, so I open my mouth, and we watch as I spit out his cum. It lands on my dick with a satisfying sound and he immediately gets to work. Wrapping my fingers over his, we pump my shaft together.
“Fuck, I needed this,” I tell him. “Neededyou.”
My phone starts ringing with the robotic sound of a FaceTime call.
My mom.
Ignoring it, I return my attention to the sight in front of me and the way my release feels as it builds under Stone’s hand.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, gently thrusting into his hand. “I’m gonna come,” I announce in warning. “I’m…” I trail off in a series of grunts and pants.
