Page 26 of Social Sinners

“You asked where I’d want to go to get away for a few days. The answer’s Hawaii.”

“Hawaii it is then,” I mumbled.

“For?”

“When you get out of here, I’d like for us to go on a trip. Brett’s still working on the house. He said it should be done in a week or two. I thought it would be nice if we went somewhere and chilled for a while. What do you think?”

“I think anything that includes you, me, the beach, and lots of naked time, sounds like heaven,” he replied, handing my phone back. “Turn off the light, please.”

“Will do. I’ll ask Sal to have the travel agent plan something special for us.”

“D?” he whined, grinding his erection against my hip.

“Babe, we don’t have any supplies here.”

“Ugh, we do but I don’t want to get up,” he protested. “I. Need. You,” he muttered a word with each hip thrust.

“You have me. Here, scoot up a bit.” Once we were hip to hip, I wrapped my hand around both our cocks and began stroking them. I also didn’t feel like moving to grab the supplies, just being with Easton like this, was more than enough for me. “How’s this?” I asked, capturing his lips before he could respond.

“Ungh,” he moaned, sticking his tongue in my mouth which I sucked in conjunction with the strokes. It’d been several weeks since we’d been together so I knew it wouldn’t be long before we both brought this to a blissful end.

“How does it feel?” I whispered in his ear before sinking my teeth into his neck.

“Oh, God, fucking fantastic. I’ve missed this so much, God how I’ve missed you.”

“Right back at ‘cha babe,” I tightened my grip, increased the strokes and twisted just below the overly sensitive heads with each pull. That tugged on my ring just right, sending chills down my spine. “Fuck East,” our hips pumped into my fist, adding to the friction. I reached behind him, locating what I was looking for and pushed the tip of my finger into his hole.

“Oh my God, D!” he yelled, throwing his head back and bucking his hips as he came.

“That’s my boy,” I commended him.

A couple more pumps was all it took for me to reach that point as I growled his name, “East.” My release joined his, coating my fist. “Let me catch my breath, and I’ll clean us up.”

“Mmm hmm,” he mumbled. When I returned a few minutes later, the look of content on his face told me all I needed to know. Easton was relaxed enough to sleep, which I hoped would finally be nightmare free. After wrapping my weary limbs around him, I dozed right off, feeling the stress of our separation leave my body. I don’t remember anything after that until he woke me the next morning.

“Diamond?” he said, kissing my cheek, my neck, then my nose before landing on my lips.

I grabbed him, flipped him over, and ground my morning wood against his pelvis. “Morning.” Then it dawned on me that it was the next morning and not only had I slept through the night, but I’d not been woken by him thrashing around beside me. Not something I’d done much of in… I don’t know how long. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than I have for a while. If I dreamed, I don’t remember it. I wonder what that means?”

“No clue, but it makes me happy to hear. We need to get some food in us before meeting with the doc. Maybe she can decipher the meaning of that for you.”

“Good call,” he slipped out of my arms but couldn’t get away fast enough before I landed a good smack on his ass. He squealed as he sprinted into the bathroom. This was the happier side of Easton I’d missed, the side I hoped to see more of.How I fucking pray the hypnosis worked.

I sure as hell hope last night wasn’t a one-off and the nightmares return, I thought while raking a hand over the scruff that had taken up residence on my face. I hadn’t been much in the mood to shave as of late. “Hey babe,” I yelled. He came out of the bathroom with the toothbrush hanging from his mouth, “do you think I should shave?”

He shrugged, “Up to you.” He spoke through a mouthful of toothpaste.

“Nice,” I grinned, walking into the bathroom to piss.

He laughed at me, shaking his head, “Right back at you, big guy.”

“What? A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.”

We had a light breakfast before heading down to the first floor where the doctor’s offices and meeting rooms were located. By light breakfast I mean he snacked on a bagel while I inhaled plates of eggs, bacon and hash browns that had been delivered.

Easton tensed up as we reached Dr. Linden’s office, “Hey,” I nudged him, “it’s gonna be alright.”

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