“Uh, yeah. They’re gaining a granddaughter and a son-in-law. I’m pretty sure they’ll be happy about it. I mean, not about her diagnosis, but about having her to spoil rotten in the first place. They always loved you.”
Once they’d parted ways, and he knew Hank had headed to work, Maddox took a slight detour. The jewelry store was in a small shopping plaza and he saw it nearly every day on his way to and from work.
It didn’t take him long to buy two plain bands, not the least expensive they had, but close to it. He had to guess at Hank’s ring size because he wanted this to be a surprise, so he used his middle finger as a size guide and went a little larger than that. They assured him he could swap it out if it didn’t fit.
He wanted his guy to have a ring on their wedding day.
Hisring.
Back in the car, he sat there and stared at the two bands in the ring box and realized this was…real.
This washappening.
I get the guy, and the sweet kid. I get perfection.
Now all he had to do was not fuck things up.
* * * *
Thursday and Friday had the men busy with a bunch of appointments for JJ, and an intro class for managing JJ’s health, and learning how to check her blood sugar and give JJ her medicine. Eventually she’d be doing it herself, but they needed to do it for her for right now, until they had her medicine levels worked out and stabilized.
And at night, once JJ was safely asleep, the men locked their bedroom door and Hank learned what it meant to give himself to a Dominant.
To hand over all control.
Still not doing anything besides oral and handjobs, though. Not that Hank was complaining about that, because…
Daaaaamn.
Hank wasn’t sure if Dox was taking things slow in the sex department because he worried about Hank freaking out, but he didn’t question it. He’d agreed to this and, frankly?
He didn’t have any complaints about the sex he was getting. For starters, it was a lot more frequently than he’d been getting it in years.
Secondly, Dox wasdamnedgood at it.
Third…he realized he wasabsolutelyenjoying bringing Dox pleasure. He loved the noises and faces Dox made as he got him close to the edge. He wanted to learn how to be as good at giving a blowjob as Dox was.
He loved stroking the man’s cock and watching his face as he blew cum into Hank’s hand, the way he shuddered at the end and gasped with pleasure.
He wanted it all, and more.
Then there was snuggling in bed with Dox.
As in, Hank loved doing it. After so many years alone, it was nice to have someone to cuddle up with and go to sleep next to. It honestly wasn’t awkward like he’d thought it might be, because it wasn’t much different than what they’d already been doing. Except now Hank knew he could snuggle against the man and it wouldn’t be a problem.
Saturday morning, Hank grumbled when his cell phone rang a little after eight o’clock in the morning. He’d been comfortably spooned around Dox, who now also grumbled.
“What the hell?” Dox muttered.
Hank reached behind him and blindly fumbled for the phone and dragged it to his ear. “Hello?”
“Hey, did I wake you up?” a woman asked.
“Eliza?”
“Ain’t the tooth fairy. Listen, what are you boys’ plans for the day?”
He wasn’t evenawakeyet. “I don’t know, I—”
