“Han, come sit next to me.”
I can’t stop my eyes from catching Stone’s gaze.
I know it’s ridiculous, but spending two hours in the same room, unable to touch him or look at him, sounds torturous. He must feel the same way because his head whips toward me.
My mom chuckles. “You two can make itonemovie without each other. I have to admit, I didn’t expect to see you so attached at the hip, but it makes my heart so happy.”
I cringe.
We’redefinitelyclose now.
Although right this second, we could stand to be closer.
“Yeah, it’s been nice reconnecting,” Stone says, gluing his eyes back to the TV as I begrudgingly settle onto the loveseat next to my mother.
I’m not a huge guy, but I’m not small either, and the loveseat doesn’t have recliners. Once the movie starts, I make it about twenty minutes before I’m shifting uncomfortably every few minutes. My back aches from the muscle spasms yesterday, and I have to sit up at an angle to see the movie, which means I can’t relax.
I’m never going to make it two hours like this, but I don’t want to hurt my mom’s feelings.
I shift twice more when Stone’s voice rings out above the action on the screen.
“Hanlon, get over here and take the recliner. You’re annoying the shit out of me by constantly moving.”
“Stone,” James barks immediately. He doesn’t know that Stone just did me the biggest favor and that he’s just being a dick to keep up appearances.
“Dad, it’s fine. He’s right,” I say, immediately coming to Stone’s defense. “Can you hand me the blanket?” I ask Stone as I get settled in next to him, already feeling better.
As I drape the oversized fleece blanket over my legs and pull it up to my chest, I know I’m fucked. I’m inwaytoo deep. I’m totally playing with fire here. I can’t even stay away from himin front of our parents.Forone week.I couldn’t even make it two hours. In the short time I’ve been living withStone, I’ve grown accustomed to constantly being in his presence.
And I fucking love it.
The sun has set, and the only light in the living room is coming from the glow of the TV and the fireplace. James took my spot on the loveseat after I jumped ship, and a quick glance tells me he and Mom are content, as well as fully engrossed in the movie.
Slowly, so as not to be obvious, I stretch my hand out under the blanket, reaching for Stone. I get my pinky to his thigh and rub lightly. A second later, his hand finds mine, and he laces our fingers together.
Fully satisfied, surrounded by my family, with Stone’s hand in mine, and with the fire’s warmth seeping into my muscles, I fall asleep to the familiar sounds of gunfire along with an Aston Martin revving its engine.
Chapter 33
Stone
Five days into our parents’ eight-day stay, I’m going crazy. Thank God, Hanlon and I are sleeping in the same bed because otherwise I’d be on a rampage. We’re around people at work—people who are starting to ask questions about Logan’s desire to switch teams after working with me for several years. We’re around people at the gym—including Micah, who pays a littletoo muchattention to Hanlon’s form and movements if you ask me. And when we get home, yep, there are people here, too.
“I’m going fucking crazy, you know that, right?” I tell him as we turn onto our road. We’ve been driving to work together this week because it’s the only time outside of bed that we have a chance to talk or touch each other without being seen or overheard.
“You aren’t the only one,” Hanlon says from the passenger seat of my Tahoe as the heel of his hand scrubs back and forth across my rapidly growing erection. “Let me suck you off,” he pleads.
“God, I want to, but I can’t handle road head while navigatingthis crap,” I say, bringing my hand to the windshield, indicating the shitshow outside. The snowfall has been relentless this week, but a weird front has brought warmer weather, turning our roads to a dangerous, deep slush over the last twenty-four hours.
It’s also not good for the snowpack, and we’ve blasted every day this week.
“We have to come up with an excuse. I fuckingneedyou, Stone. It’s hard enough as it is at work, pretending everything between us is nothing more than student and teacher. But now, at home, I’ve got to go back to acting like we’re brothers. All the while, I want to pump you full of my cum and watch it drip from your fucking asshole.”
I skid on a patch of black ice covered in slush.
“Jesus Christ,Hanlon. Think you could be a little less descriptive while I’m driving?” The fucker laughs, but I hear the need in it, and I take giving Hanlon what he needs very seriously. “Tonight, okay? We’ll figure something out. We’ll fuck on the floor if we have to, so the bed frame doesn’t give us away.”
“Stone, you have hardwood floors. No one’s fucking on that floor,” he points out. “Our knees and spines would be bruised for two weeks.”
