Love Means_. Freedom - Andrew Grey

heard a hard swallow--"inside you?"
"Very much."
"But won't it hurt?" Preston knew Stone was remembering his earlier experience, and he pulled him into a soft kiss.
"You won't hurt me, Stone. I promise."
"Then what do I do?"
    "Use your fingers and lots of lube." Preston heard a drawer open and close, then cool fingers slid over his skin and he shivered, not from the cold, but from that soft, tentative touch that sent shivers through him. Fingers that told him that this was truly Stone's first time. They fluttered over his skin before sliding between his cheeks.
    The way those fingers teased and played had Preston writhing on the bed. Then a long, sleek finger circled the skin of his opening, and he moaned softly as it slipped inside him. "Is this okay?" Stone curled his finger, and Preston's eyes crossed as the zing shot through him. "Where'd you learn to do that?" Preston whimpered as Stone massaged the spot deep within him. He thought Stone answered him, but he couldn't hear it through the haze of pleasure that surrounded him as one finger became two, scissoring within him. God, Stone was a fast learner, and Preston gave himself over to his ministrations.
    The fingers slipped away and the tear of a wrapper signaled that Stone was ready. Then his lover sank slowly into him, and Preston willed himself to relax. He was entering a little fast, but Preston didn't want to say anything. Then he felt Stone deep within him, and the pleasure returned. Stone's weight on top of him, his cock filling him--it all felt so unbelievably good.
    "Start slow," Preston whispered, and Stone began to move. And it wasn't long until Stone was driving into him, sending Preston on a pleasurable trip to the moon.

    "Stone!" Preston cried out, unable to control his errant body, and he spilled himself on the sheets under him as he felt Stone throb deep within him, making an indecipherable noise as he came. Then his body stilled, and Preston felt a warm weight settle on top of him.
    "You feel so good, I don't want to move." Stone's voice in his ear made Preston smile, and he twisted his head and their lips met in a sloppy kiss. Then he felt Stone slip from his body, and Preston couldn't hold back a groan. Stone settled on the bed next to him, and Preston rolled onto his side and was drawn against Stone. "Thank you."
    Preston pulled back to look in Stone's eyes. "What are you thanking me for?" He felt Stone's hand stroke his cheek, and he settled against his younger lover. "You were magnificent."
    Stone stifled a yawn, and they kissed again. Stone put out the lights and climbed back into the bed, curling next to Preston. The house was quiet, the sounds of the farm surreptitiously entering the room like a rural lullaby, and soon Preston heard Stone's breathing even out and he began to snore softly against Preston's ear. Slowly, he turned, careful not to wake Stone as he watched the man sleep. With his eyes closed, lips parted just a little, he looked like an angel lying still next to him.
    What could this incredible creature see in him? He was so young. Preston watched him sleep, wondering if he really had what it took to keep Stone happy. He couldn't walk, and while he was getting stronger, there were no guarantees that he'd ever be able to walk normally again.
    How could he saddle Stone with a cripple? He felt his throat tighten. He was falling in love with Stone, he knew it, and that scared him too. All his previous relationships had been a shambles; just look at what he'd had with Kent. Deep in his heart, he knew Kent was only interested in him for his money, or more importantly, his father's money. He'd known where he stood, and that he could deal with. But what he felt for Stone was so different, Preston didn't know how to deal with it; he only knew he needed it. The fluttery feeling in his stomach whenever Stone was near, the longing when he was away from him--he knew it meant he loved him.
    Stone rolled over and scooted closer, his butt against Preston's hips, and he put his arm around him like he had on Christmas Eve, the scent of Stone's hair and skin filling his nose.
    Preston knew he'd give anything to have Stone in his bed and his life for years to come, but that was unlikely. Stone was just nineteen and had a lot of living to do, and a lot of things to discover about himself and the world. Preston stroked Stone's hair with his cheek. Boyfriends had come and gone, but if Stone left, Preston knew he would take a part of his heart with