Chapter 42: Tim
The next Monday after Hank moved in with me was Memorial Day. Mondays and Thursdays
were usually Hank's days off, but because our city had a parade and a festival in
the park at City Hall to celebrate Memorial Day, Hank had to work on Monday. He'd
get Tuesday off instead.
I went to the parade with Jeff and his girlfriend Jen and my parents, then we walked
down to the park. Dad insisted that I stick near them and not wander off by myself
because it was so busy. I was a little bit annoyed. After all, I'm 22 years old,
not 12. I understood why he was being cautious, but that didn't mean I had to like
We found Hank with his partner Sean doing crowd control near one of the parking
lots. I waved to him and he lifted his sunglasses and winked at me. Instead of wearing
his normal uniform hat, he had on a baseball cap style hat. He looked really hot
in his uniform. I loved the way it hugged his muscular body.
I took a few of pictures of him with my digital camera when he wasn't looking. I
looked through them and there was a really good one. He was standing tall, with
his legs spread shoulder width. His hands were looped around his utility belt and
he was looking off to the right. He looked really good. The uniform showed off his
athletic body perfectly and he had a nice bulge in the crotch of his uniform pants.
I also found his uniform boots a turn on. Hank knows that I think he is sexy in
his uniform, but I have never told him how hot it really gets me. I have a fantasy
about him taking me while wearing his uniform, but I'm too embarrassed to ask him.
Hank pointed at his watch and held up two fingers. I looked at the time on my phone.
It was 12:15. I nodded that I understood he was telling me to come back at 2:00.
I followed Mom and Dad to the food booths. Dad got a cup of beer and he and I both
got a steak sandwich and Mom had a turkey wrap. We wandered around the park as we
ate. I made them go back to the where Hank was before 2:00.
We ran into Mr. Ballatori on the way. He was on duty as well, dressed in his uniform.
He was a little bit heavier than Hank, but he filled out his uniform pretty well.
For an older guy, Mr. Ballatori was kind of a stud. It pleased me to know that Hank
would probably age as well as his dad.
"Hey, Tim," Mr. Ballatori greeted me as he clapped me on the back. He then shook
hands with Dad and Mom and then continued on his way.
When we arrived to Hank's previous position, another pair of officers was there
in their place. I looked around until I spotted Hank. He and Sean were over in the
corner of the lot having a smoke break.
I pulled out my camera and snapped a few pictures as I approached.
"Hey, Timmy," Hank said as he exhaled the last of his smoke and stomped the butt
out on the pavement.
Hank squeezed the back of my neck and then let his hand slide down my back and graze
my butt before moving his arm away. That was his usual way of being discreet and
showing me affection in public.
"Hi, Sean," I greeted Hank's partner.
"Can you take our picture? I don't have picture of the two of us with Hank in uniform."
Hank rolled his eyes and Sean chuckled and replied, "Sure, kid. Why don't you guys
move over to that tree there?"
We walked over and stood in front of a large elm tree. Sean snapped a few pictures
of the two of us in a few different poses. Hank tried to look official in his uniform
at first, but finally took his sunglasses off and put his arm around my shoulders
and we both smiled.
We flipped through the pictures and I was really happy when I saw that last one
because it turned out great.
Hank put his shades back on and he chatted with Mom and Dad for a while. When his
break was over, he and Sean were going to patrol the park, so we had to say goodbye
so they could do their job.
We got some more drinks and then browsed some of the booths and finally made our
way to where the high school marching band was playing and joined back up with Jeff
and Jen. Mr. White was still the band director, but I was surprised at how old he
was starting to look.
I saw Hank and Sean not far from where we were, so I turned and headed towards them.
I pushed my way through the crowd.
"Hank!" I shouted and waved my hand.
He stopped and looked around, but didn't see me.
I tried to get around a big guy in my way, but I was jerked backwards. I felt hot
breath on my ear and a deep voice growled, "Where ya goin' in such a hurry, boy?"
I gasped. Pete!
I heard the sound of metal and saw the flash of the sun being reflected off a butterfly
knife as he poked it into my side.
"Don't yell or make any sudden moves, or I'll fucking spill your guts right here."
Tears welled up in my eyes and Pete grabbed my arm so tight it hurt.
"We got some unfinished business," he said as he began dragging me through the crowd.
"Please, Pete, let me go," I begged. "I won't tell anyone about you. I promise."
Pete jerked my arm and pushed through the crowd.
"It's too late for that. You don't think I know what you've been doing? You and
that god damn cop made a fool out of me, fucking you behind my back. You couldn't
wait long enough for me to be gone before he moved in, you fucking little cocksucking
"Pete, let go of me," I cried.
"After I'm done with you, I'm gonna take care of that fucking cop and then your
dad is next."
"Don't you hurt them!"
"Shut your motherfucking mouth, bitch," he growled.
Pete tightened his grip on my arm as we neared the parking lot. I heard a commotion
behind us and Pete looked back over his shoulder.
"Hey, fuck-face!" Hank shouted from behind us.
Pete swung me around I saw Hank and Sean. Mom, Dad and Jeff were standing behind
them. Mom had a terrified look on her face as Dad moved to hold her. Pete pulled
out the knife and pulled me in front of him.
I knew then that I was going to die. I could either die like a wimp, or I could
die trying to get away.
I elbowed Pete as hard as I could and pushed him and tried to run. He grabbed my
wrist and punched me hard in the face. I heard some people scream as I stumbled.
Pete jerked me up to my feet and pulled me back to his chest, with the knife at
"Back the fuck up!" Pete yelled.
I squeezed my eyes shut as the tears fell down my cheeks.
Pete started walking us backwards. I opened my eyes and saw more cops arriving.
They held back the crowds and surrounded us. Mr. Ballatori put his arm around Mom
and pulled her back. Hank and Sean moved closer, out from the crowd, and followed
"Let him go," Hank demanded.
"Fucking back off or I'll fucking kill him!" Pete shouted as he pressed the knife
harder against my throat.
Hank stepped closer.
Pete stepped back and his foot stumbled on the curb. In a split second, Hank was
in front of us and his fist flew past my head and punched Pete in the nose. I fell
to the ground and Sean pulled me forward and up to my feet and away from Pete.
I looked up to see Pete swinging the knife at Hank. Hank grabbed Pete's wrist with
his left hand and punched him in the gut with his right. The knife dropped to the
ground and Hank kicked it away and then clocked Pete under the chin.
Then in one smooth motion, Hank turned and kicked Pete's feet out from under him.
Pete flew onto his back and slammed onto the ground with a loud thud. Hank stomped
his boot hard onto Pete's chest, pinning him to the ground. He pulled out his Glock
and aimed it at Pete's head.
"Give me a reason to pull the trigger, you piece of shit," Hank growled.
I stood there in shock with my jaw hanging open.
"Oorah!" Jeff shouted, breaking the silence.
I felt Mom's arms around me as I watched in stunned silence. The crowd started applauding
as Sean and Mr. Ballatori pulled Pete to his feet and cuffed his hands behind his
back. Hank holstered his weapon and turned, frantically searching the crowd for
me. When his eyes locked onto me, I ran to him and threw my arms around him and
cried into his chest as he held me tight.
I pulled away from Hank and we both wiped the tears from our faces. Dad then grabbed
me and hugged me tight. I watched the other cops and some of the crowd clap Hank
on the back or shake his hand.
Mr. Ballatori patted Hank on the back and smiled at him proudly. "Good work, son."
Mr. Ballatori and two of the cops then dragged Pete away and the others started
breaking up the crowd.
Dad shook Hank's hand and then pulled him into a hug. "Thank you, son," Dad quietly
said to Hank. "You're a real hero. I'm so proud of you. Thank you."
A tear fell down Dad's cheek and he quickly wiped it away, then cleared his throat
and turned his back to us so that we wouldn't see. Mom hugged Hank tight and thanked
him over and over while weeping on his shoulder. She finally gave him a kiss on
the cheek before pulling away.
"Hank!" Sean called back.
"I gotta go," Hank said to us.
"Can I stay with you for a bit longer?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah, come on," Hank said before turning to my parents. "We'll catch up to you
in a bit."
He put his hand on the small of my back and he led me over to the parking lot where
some of the other cops were gathered. I saw Pete in the back of one of the black
and white cruisers. He glared at me and I held my chin up and met his gaze. The
car pulled out of the parking lot and I let out a deep breath. I was so relieved
that he was gone and hopefully being locked up for good.
I stood nearby, next to Sean, while Hank gave his report to another cop.
"That's the Chief," Sean said quietly to me.
"Hank's not in trouble is he?" I whispered to Sean.
"No. Don't worry about it."
The Chief motioned to Sean. "Officer Ferguson?"
Sean joined Hank and the Chief.
The big African-American cop that came by my house when the window was broken walked
up to me. "You okay, kid?"
"That was some show Ballatori put on."
"I've never seen him do anything like that before," I said.
"You were really brave back there. It looks like he nailed you in the eye."
I adjusted my glasses and pressed under my left eye, which felt a little tender.
"Yeah. Just as the last black eye was going away, I'm gonna have another one, huh?"
"Nah, it doesn't look that bad. Maybe just a little bruise. You'll be fine."
He squeezed my shoulder and I thanked him again.
The police chief walked up to me and introduced himself.
"Hi, Tim. I'm Chief Baxley."
I shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you, sir."
"I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I'm fine, thank you, sir."
"It was good to meet you, Tim. I'm sure I will see you around."
The Chief left to talk with some of the other cops and Hank returned to my side.
"Is everything okay?" I asked him.
"Yeah. Everything's fine. I'm pretty sure Pete's gonna have an attempted kidnapping
charge added, plus he violated the restraining order. That charge will guarantee
him a long stay behind bars."
I let out a sigh of relief.
"Hank, you were amazing back there. I've never seen anything like it. It was like
you were in 'The Matrix' or something!"
Hank laughed. "I think you might be exaggerating."
"Well, maybe, but it was awesome. You saved me again."
Hank put his arm around me and we walked over to a group of cops.
"Hey guys?" Hank said. "This is Tim Matthews. Tim is my partner."
The guys all greeted me and shook my hand. I smiled and looked at Hank who stood
there with his arms folded across his chest, obviously pleased.
They talked for a few moments, mostly about Hank, until they had to get back to
work. The guys all moved apart and headed back to their duties. I walked with Sean
and Hank through the park. I noticed some people staring at us and whispering, but
I didn't care. Hank saved my life. He protected me just like he said he would. He
introduced me to his co-workers as his partner. I was on cloud nine. I didn't care
what anyone else thought.
When I had to leave Hank so he could finish his shift, I hugged him and whispered
in his ear, "You are so getting lucky tonight."
He laughed really hard and loud and I smiled devilishly as I waved and joined my
When Hank got home after he got off duty, I greeted him at the door wearing only
a pair of tight black boxer briefs.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned.
I shut the door behind him and grabbed the waistband of his uniform pants and pulled
him into the living room. I dropped down to my knees and looked up at him as I unbuckled
his belt and unzipped his pants. I pulled his pants and boxers down enough to get
at his half-hard dick. I grabbed the base and looked up into Hank's eyes and lapped
the head into my mouth with my tongue. My lips pushed his foreskin back and I took
him deep into my mouth.
I looked up at him and he started to unbutton his shirt. I pulled off his dick and
grabbed his hand.
"No, keep it on," I said.
His mouth turned up in an arrogant grin and he put one hand on his hip and the other
on the back of my neck.
I hungrily slurped and sucked his dick while staring up into his eyes. The look
in his eyes as he stared down at me let me know how much he wanted me. I relaxed
my throat and took a deep breath. I pushed all the way down to the base of his dick,
swallowing on the way. I backed off quickly when I started to choke, but I repeated
it over and over until he gripped my shoulders and grunted loudly.
"Oh, shit! Timmy! Fuck!"
The first blast of come rocketed to the back of my throat, gagging me enough that
I had to pull off and cough. I somehow managed to keep stroking him with my hand
and the next three shots blasted across my face and chest. I clamped my mouth around
the head and was able to swallow the remainder as I coaxed his load out of his cock
with my mouth and hand.
I looked up into Hank's face. His head was thrown back and his body was shuddering
as he recovered from his orgasm. He opened his eyes and looked down at me.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Tim."
He used his dick to push the jizz on my face into my mouth and I licked and cleaned
it all up. I could still feel come on my face when Hank pulled me up to my feet
and kissed me hard and deep.
I gasped when Hank picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and carried me to
the bedroom. He threw me onto the bed. I watched him and practically drooled as
he slowly stripped off his uniform. I pulled my underwear off and tossed them onto
He moved between my legs and licked up the length of my dick. He kissed up my body
until he was laying on top of me. He straddled my lap and sat down on me. His blue
eyes stared down at me.
"I love you so fucking much, Tim."
"I love you, too, Hank."
Hank reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube. He moved back and lifted
my dick. He poured the lube on it and stroked my shaft slowly. I leaned my head
back and closed my eyes and enjoyed the hand job he was giving me.
"I wanna feel you inside me, Tim."
I opened my eyes and looked up at Hank in shock.
"What? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. I've never been the bottom, but I want to know what it's like. I want
to know what it's like with you."
"I've never done that before..."
"Then I guess we'll be each others' firsts. Again."
"Let me get you ready, Hank."
Hank moved onto his stomach next to me. I gave him a quick kiss and then moved between
his legs. I ran my hands over the muscular curves of his ass cheeks. They were lightly
covered in dark hair. I spread them and looked at Hank's hole. It was small and
brown and surrounded by a nest of black fur. I ran my finger over it. I then bent
down and darted my tongue over it.
Hank groaned and it encouraged me to do it again. I soon had my face buried in his
ass and I licked and kissed and sucked his sensitive ring. I felt resistance as
I pushed my tongue in and it finally gave way a little. When I pulled away and looked
down at him, I saw how wet the hairs were. His hole looked relaxed and it twitched
as I looked at it. I got a little bit nervous as I picked up the lube. I poured
some onto my fingers and I slowly circled the brown pucker.
"Ready?" I whispered.
"Yeah. Put your finger in me, Tim."
I slowly pushed my finger inside. Hank let out a little groan and his breathing
"You okay?" I asked.
I gently moved my finger in and out.
"How do I find your prostate?" I asked.
"Wiggle your finger towards my cock. Look for a lump."
I did as he said and I found the lump with the tip of my finger and pressed it.
Hank gasped and let out a moan. "Oh god..."
I rubbed circles around it and poked it a couple of times. My finger was too small
to really get at it, but I tried my best. I pulled out my finger and got some more
lube, then pushed in two fingers. I pumped them in and out of Hank's virgin ass
nice and slow.
"Feels good, Tim."
I twisted and turned my fingers to stretch him out, just like Hank does to me.
"I'm ready, baby. Put your dick in me. Make love to me, Tim."
I looked down at my dick. It was red and throbbing. I poured lube on my dick and
ran my hand up and down. I leaned over Hank and pressed the head against his hole.
I tried to push in, but it was too tight.
"It won't go in," I said.
"Give it a push, Tim. Harder."
I gave a firm push and the head pushed through the muscular ring and popped into
him. He was so tight, it felt like he was going to cut the head of my dick off.
"Oh, motherfucker," Hank said through clenched teeth. "Don't move, Tim."
I was scared that I was hurting him and I started to pull back.
"Don't you fucking pull out!" he said forcefully.
I froze and held myself still. I felt his hole finally start to relax.
"Okay, push in a little deeper," he said. "Go slow..."
I pushed my hips forward slowly and gently and I slipped into him all the way to
"Oh god," I quivered.
He felt so hot and tight around my dick. I leaned down over his big body on my arms.
I looked down at his broad muscular V-shaped back. I couldn't believe my little
dick was buried inside his muscular bubble butt.
I pulled back and then slowly pushed back in.
"Oh, Hank," I moaned.
"Fuck me, Tim."
I laid down on top of his big beefy body and moved my hips, pushing in and out of
him. I kissed his back and shoulders.
"It's so hot and so tight... I don't think I can hold back. Hank... I'm gonna come...
Oh my god..."
"Shoot it inside me, baby."
"Oh god, I'm coming! Oh! Hank!"
My body jerked and spasmed and I pushed into Hank and shuddered as I shot spurt
after spurt of my warm come inside his tight ass.
I let my weight rest on Hank's back and I wrapped my arms around him. My dick softened
and slipped out of his ass and rested in his crack.
"Sorry I couldn't last longer," I whispered in his ear.
"You were perfect, you little stud."
I giggled and rolled over onto my side next to him. I looked in his eyes and I knew
that he was telling me the truth.
"Thank you, Hank. Thank you for sharing yourself with me."
"Anytime you want it, baby."
He rolled onto his side and took me into his arms. His hard dick pressed into my
belly as he kissed me passionately. I was glad to know that he was hard while I
made love to him.
He pushed me onto my back and moved between my legs and looked down at me. As much
as I enjoyed being inside Hank, I knew now that I much preferred being on bottom.
I loved the feeling of him on top of me and inside me.
"Is it okay if I'm on the bottom most of the time? I loved being with you, but I
really like it the other way better."
Hank let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, yeah. I'm definitely a top. Not that I didn't enjoy you making love to me,
baby. If you ever want to, don't ever be afraid to ask."
"I won't. I think I might like it every once in a while."
Hank kissed down my jawline and began nibbling on my neck.
"I think I might want you inside me right now."
Hank growled and rolled onto his back. He pulled me on top of him so that I was
straddling him. I grabbed the lube and poured it onto his dick, and poured a little
in my hand. I reached behind me and pushed some lube into me. Hank held his dick
up by the base and I lowered myself onto him. I didn't stop until he was buried
completely inside me.
Hank grabbed my hips and I began moving up and down on him while he thrust up into
me. I could tell he wasn't going to last very long since he was so turned on, so
I braced myself on his abs and rode him as hard and fast as I could. I stared down
at him, watching him grunt and groan while his face contorted in pleasure.
"Oh fuck," he grunted through clenched teeth. "I'm gonna come!"
I slammed down on him as he bucked up into me. With a loud shout of my name, he
unloaded into me. I fell down onto his chest and he held me tight. We fell asleep
in each others arms.
The next few months went by quickly. Both Hank and I had to testify at Pete's trial.
There wasn't any contest. He was convicted on all charges and was sentenced to 10
to 15 years in prison. With that behind us, I felt completely relieved. I knew that
he would never both me again. A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders that I didn't
even realize I was carrying. Hank and I could get on with our lives.
Christmas was approaching and Hank wanted to get something nice for his mother.
On the Sunday after Thanksgiving, we made a special trip to Grand Rapids to spend
the day shopping. We did really well in a short amount of time. We took care of
almost all of our relatives, then went to a jewelry store for Hank's mother's gift.
While Hank looked around, I looked around for something for my mom.
I looked up and Hank motioned for me to come over and join him. I walked up and
looked down at the case he was standing in front of.
"What do you think of this?" he asked me.
I looked at the pendant necklace he was pointing at.
"It's beautiful. I think she'd love it."
"Yeah. It's not too expensive. I think she'd like it. Lemme keep looking to see
if I find something better."
I wandered off while he continued looking. I was squatting down in front of a display
case admiring a diamond tennis bracelet when Hank called me again. "Tim."
I got up and walked over to him.
"What do you think of this?" he asked.
He took my hand and turned it palm up and placed a ring on my palm. I looked down
at the platinum band. My hand started to shake. I looked up at Hank. He swallowed
"So... what do you think?" he asked quietly.
"It's beautiful," I managed to whisper.
"So, do you want to? I mean... What I meant to say... Shit..."
Hank took a deep breath and slowly let it out. He took my hand in his.
"Tim, will you marry me?"
I nodded my head and squeaked out a "Yes."
Hank pulled me into his arms and hugged me tight. When he pulled back, he cleared
his throat and wiped the tears off his cheeks. I did the same and we both let out
a nervous laugh.
"I love you, Hank Ballatori," I whispered.
"And I love you, Tim Matthews."
Hank motioned for the saleswoman and she returned and helped us size our fingers.
When we placed the rings on our fingers to try them out, we both held out our hands
and looked at them. I started to shake as I tried not to cry. I looked up at Hank
and he looked down at me and I could see that his eyes were watery too.
We took off the rings and the saleswoman rang them up for us. I paid for Hank's
ring and he paid for mine. She put both of them into a ring box together. They looked
cute sitting side by side in the box; one big one for Hank and one smaller one for
"Oh, wait," I said. "What about your mother's necklace?"
"Oh, I already got her something," he said.
I smiled to myself as I followed him out of the store.
The following Saturday night, we invited our families over to our house for dinner
so that we could announce our engagement and our wedding plans.
Everyone started to show up right on time: Mom and dad, Jeff and his girlfriend
Jen, Hank's parents and his older brother Vince and his fiancée, and his
little sister Marie. Gina couldn't make it. Lor and his family were invited, but
Since there were so many people, we had a casual dinner buffet. Once everyone had
their fill of food, Hank got everyone a glass of wine and gathered everyone in the
"Thanks everyone for coming," Hank said as he lifted his glass. "We really need
to have the family over more often. To our family. Cheers."
Everyone added 'cheers' and took a drink. Hank pulled me close to him and took my
hand in his.
"And speaking of family," Hank added before taking a deep breath. "Our families
are going to be officially joined together. I've asked Tim to marry me and he said
Everyone stared at us in shock. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I gave
Hank a nervous glance.
I added, "We're spending the week after Christmas in New Hampshire, where we'll
get married. You're all welcome to come..."
Mom burst into tears and ran up to me and hugged me tight. "I'm so happy for you,
Tim," she said as she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
There were lots of tears and hugs and congratulations from everyone.
Mom hugged Hank and wept on his shoulder, then kissed his cheek. Hank's mom then
did the same to me.
I was a little surprised when Hank's dad hugged me in a tight bear hug. He pulled
back and held my face in his hands. His eyes were filled with tears as he said,
"Welcome to the family, son."
"Thank you, Mr. Ballatori."
"Mr. Ballatori? Call me Dad. Or Pop."
"Um... thank you, Pop."
I sniffled and blinked away my tears and Pop then bent down and kissed my forehead,
then moved on to give Hank another hug.
Dad shook Hank's hand and then gave him a big strong hug. "I guess you can call
me 'Pop' too," he said with a chuckle and a pat on the back.
The ladies all wanted to see the rings, so Hank went and got the box and showed
them off. The simple platinum bands were beautiful but masculine and everyone seemed
Our parents decided that they would have a party at the Ballatori's house on New
Year's day after we returned to celebrate our wedding. All of our family and friends
would be invited.
Tim and I got married at a justice of the peace's office in Concord, New Hampshire.
We both wore matching black suits and Tim looked so handsome it brought tears to
my eyes. Not to brag, but I looked pretty damned good myself. Afterward, we kissed
and hugged and I'm not ashamed to admit that I cried, as did Tim. I then walked
out of that building with my head high, holding Tim's hand. We had a signed marriage
certificate and platinum bands on our ring fingers.
It was the best day of my life.
We then spent a week at a small cabin in the White Mountains. We did the tourist
stuff, like skiing and snowmobiling and hiking and taking in the beautiful scenery.
But most of the time we spent inside in the cabin.
One of those nights, we had just gone for a long walk in the snow. When we got back
to the cabin, we pulled off our coats and boots and I started a fire in the fireplace.
I pulled Tim down to the floor and we sat with our backs against the sofa and our
feet in front of the fire. I put my right arm around Tim's shoulders and kissed
him. He laid his head on my shoulder and I reached over and took hold of his left
hand with mine and held it in my lap.
Tim turned his hand and looked down at it.
"Look at the way the rings shine in the light from the fire," he said quietly.
I looked down at our hands and the rings on our fingers reflected the firelight
Tim lifted his head and kissed the goatee on my chin as he was so fond of doing.
I moved my head and our lips pressed together. We kissed slowly and sensually for
a bit. Tim kissed down my neck and nuzzled his nose and lips against my neck.
"I love you, Hank."
"I love you, Timmy."
I bent my head down and kissed Tim again, harder and more passionately. I ran my
tongue along his lips and he parted his lips and his tongue flicked out against
mine. I groaned and slid my tongue around his. I guided his hand up my lap and pressed
it against my growing bulge.
Tim's hand rubbed and squeezed my dick and I leaned into him, pushing him onto his
back. He scooted away from the couch so that he was in front of the fire and pulled
me down on top of him.
I made love to Tim slowly and sensually in front of the fire. I had him on his side,
on all fours and finally on his back. He was nearly in tears begging to come by
the time I finally worked him over the edge. After I came, I collapsed on top of
him and we fell asleep in front of the fire, Tim pinned under me, my dick buried
inside him, still hard and twitching.
Once the plane took off back to Michigan, I raised the arm rest between us and cuddled
up to Hank. He put his arm around my shoulders and I laid my head on him. He kissed
the top of my head and whispered, "I love you, baby."
We sat quietly holding hands for a while. Hank used his thumb and middle finger
and spun my ring around back and forth on my finger. We were both so comfortable
and relaxed that we fell asleep for the entire duration of the flight.
Once we got to Detroit Metro, we made our way to the parking deck to Hank's truck
and got in and began the journey home.
Hank lit a smoke and appeared to be deep in thought as he drove, staring straight
ahead at the road. I realized that this was the first smoke Hank had since we left
to get married. I knew that something was on his mind and I sat quietly and waited
for him to tell me.
"Timmy?" Hank asked.
"We've talked about this before... but I was wondering how you felt about staring
"Well, you did your best to get me pregnant this week," I chuckled. "And I even
hard a turn at you. But seriously, you know that I want to have a family with you."
"I was thinking about this the other day. Ma and Dad were our age when they had
Lor. Would you want to adopt or use a surrogate or what?"
"Well, I don't know. I hadn't really thought about it. What are your thoughts?"
"I'd really like to use a surrogate with my DNA. At least for the first kid."
"I think that would be great, Hank. I would love that."
Hank let out a breath. "So when we get home, we can look into it? I mean, I'm ready
to do this now, Tim. I want us to start a family."
"I'm ready, too, Hank."
Hank leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. The smile on Hank's face told me that
he was really happy. I was glad that I could bring a smile to his face. We drove
the rest of the way in comfortable silence, holding hands.
When we pulled into the driveway, we got out of the truck and stretched our legs.
"Fuck, it's good to be home," Hank said.
"I'm so tired. I'm so ready to sleep in our bed again."
Hank unlocked the door and started to go in, but stopped and I bumped into his back.
"Oh. Wait," he said. "We have to do this right."
He turned around and squatted down and put his arms behind my back and my knees.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Carrying you across the threshold."
"You're not serious," I asked, giving him a skeptical stare.
"I'm dead serious," he said. His mouth curled into a smile before he added, "You
know you want me to."
"Okay," I said with a blush. "I guess that would be all right."
Hank laughed and picked me up and carried me into the house, then set me down on
my feet. He held me in his arms and kissed me.
"Welcome home, baby. I love you, Tim Matthews-Ballatori," he chuckled.
I giggled. "I love you too, Hank, my husband."
I don't know what the future holds for me and Hank, but I do know that we were starting
the next chapter of our lives together. We were soul mates, destined to be together
Thanks to everyone who stuck with "Tim and Hank" through the end. I've received a
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