Page 89 of Night By Night
Chapter Twenty-One
It was a Friday night, and Maddox felt a little guilty that they were ditching JJ for the whole weekend, but that feeling quickly evaporated when she hugged and kissed them good-bye before happily taking off with the other kids to go play video games in the living room.
He’d been married to Hank for almost a month now, and June had invited JJ to spend the weekend with them. It wouldn’t just be her, but also a couple of other kids of various ages who were also children of their “friends in common,” and giving their respective parents a child-free weekend.
In other words, the first “honeymoon” the men had actually had.
And at JJ’s doctor appointment yesterday, the doctor had been pleased with how her maintenance was going and wasn’t going to make any tweaks to her medication right now. They’d see her in a month for a check-up. If she continued to do well, they’d move the check-ups to every two months, and then every three months.
June smiled. “Enjoy your weekend, boys,” she said before hugging them. “We got this.”
Poor Hank.He looked worried, terrified, even. “Don’t hesitate to call us, even in the middle of the night,” Hank said.
“I will,Dad.” She grinned. “One of my daughters’ friends when they were growing up had type 1. We’ll also have an appropriate menu, I swear. Plus we’ve got a couple of kids at the gym who have it. If I have any questions or concerns, I’ll call.” She dropped her voice. “Your Sir already went over all the details with me and signed off on everything.”
Maddox clapped him on the shoulder and squeezed. “Let’s go, buddy.”
As Maddox drove them home, he already knew he’d have to drop Hank hard and fast into subspace to take his mind off JJ for a little while.
Theyneededthis time alone. They hadn’t had a long courtship, not really. They needed to explore, to relax.
To be able to let loose with grunts or spankings or any other noises they wanted to make.
Maddox wanted to fuck Hank on the couch, put him on his knees in the kitchen for a morning blowjob while he sipped his coffee, have him run around the house dressed in nothing but his wedding ring and collar.
Wanted to hand-feed him and lick the crumbs from his body.
At that thought he had to reach down and adjust his cock as it started thickening and pressing uncomfortably against his zipper. Then he had another thought.
He grabbed Hank’s left hand and pressed it into his crotch, squeezing his hand around Hank’s.
“Yeah, buddy,” Maddox said.
Hank smiled. “I have a feeling I know where that’s going tonight, Sir.” Hank took over massaging his cock through his shorts and Maddox put both hands on the wheel again.
“Ooooh, I’d be willing to bet your feeling is correct.”
When he stopped for a red light, he looked and still found Hank’s blue gaze heavy on him, his smile looking slightly devious as he leaned in for a kiss. He nipped Maddox’s lower lip before sitting back again when the light turned green.
Fuuuuuck.
It was getting easier to ignore the voice in his brain wanting to guilt him over this, wanting to hammer him for it, wanting to convince him he was wrong and taking advantage of the situation for his own gain.
“I should say, IhopeI know where that’s going, Sir.”
Maddox glanced at him again, his cock twitching now more because of the direct, heated way Hank’s gaze never broke from his than the feel of Hank’s hand still massaging his cock. Swallowing hard, he nodded.
Hank’s fingers trailed lower. When Maddox shifted in his seat and spread his thighs as wide as he could, Hank lightly raked his nails over Maddox’s balls.
“Fuuuuck, buddy,” he groaned. “You’re going to make me come in my shorts.”
Hank grinned. “That wasn’t an order to stop, was it, Sir?”
“No, it wasn’t.”
Although, truth be told, Maddox was thinking about doing something else that weekend that they hadn’t done yet.
Severalsomethings.
