STATION TO STATION | ROMANCE
The Last Station
The past week had been a muddled nightmare that she was finally just waking up from now. With Adam in her arms.
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Before you read this, please check out Agent Ranch Hand’s Stations of the Cross and the previous stories where Adam and Sloane’s relationship develops.
Sunday, March 26th, 1989
Sloane walked the seven blocks from the diner where she worked back to her house. It had been a hectic breakfast/brunch shift with a ton of people out to eat before and after church. Or instead. She had been on her feet for hours and looked forward to sitting down for a bit before she had to change and go over to her grandmother’s for Easter dinner. Her dad and her sister would have already left, she knew. They tended to make the day of it.
She dug in her purse for her house keys as she approached the house and only looked up when at the bottom of the front steps. She immediately took a step backward, her breath catching in her chest and her hand gripping the keys tightly.
“What are you doing here?” The words came out shaky as she avoided direct eye contact with Jack, who sat on her front stoop. His face was still a total mess, over a week later, with stitches and bruises creating an ugly patchwork on it. His head had been shaved, no doubt to make suturing his scalp easier. Fuck, Adam had really done a number on him with that bat.
“I just wanted to talk to you a minute.” Jack stood up and Sloane took another step back from him. The ugliness of his face paired with the height of him, especially several steps above her, felt intimidating. She snuck a quick glance up and down the street and toward Adam’s house before returning her gaze to the general vicinity of Jack. There were people around, passersby in the street, Mr. Greeley diligently sweeping the sidewalk in front of his corner store down the block.
“Talk,” she told him. The keys instinctively rearranged themselves in her hand, ready to be jabbed into the lock.
“Sloane, I’m really sorry,” he sighed. He came down the steps towards her but kept his distance. His shoulders drooped while his hands stayed in the pockets of his leather jacket. “I fucked up and I admit it and… you know, I dropped the charges against that guy.”
“Right.” She nodded, feeling relief at his calm demeanor and his apology. She didn’t want to forgive him though, she didn’t want to give him that. “Ok.”
“I just didn’t want you to like…” He ran a hand over his head, rubbing it over the fuzz that was growing back there. “Be scared, you know. To like avoid places or people or whatever because of me. I’m not holding a grudge. I don’t want to hurt you.” He sighed, looking away. “Or him.”
“Alright, good. Thanks,” that last word may have come out a bit sarcastically. Shouldn’t she have been the one saying whether or not she’d hold a grudge against him?! But she held her tongue. She just wanted him to go away, to not see him again.
“I’m really sorry about that,” he pointed at her wrist, still bound in the cast. His face seemed pained, as if he really meant it. He hadn’t always been a bad guy, Sloane tried to remind herself. There had been good moments in there, the moments that made her stay.
“Thanks. I’ll be ok,” she replied to him curtly.
“Ok.” He nodded, then took a step back. “Take care, Sloane.” He turned away and she watched him go until he was down the block and had turned the corner.
She let out a sigh of relief before climbing the steps to her front door and unlocking it. She collapsed on the sofa in the living room, still wearing her work clothes, a stretchy black pencil skirt that came down to her knees, and a white button-down blouse. She kicked off the Keds and put her feet up on the coffee table tipping her head back against the backrest.
The doorbell rang and Sloane sighed heavily, feeling too tired to get back up to get it. She highly doubted it was Jack coming back and continued to sit silently, not making a sound, waiting for the visitor to either ring again or go away.
They rang again, persistently, then knocked on the door. Sloane heaved a heavy sigh before getting up and moving sluggishly to the entryway. Once the door was open, he almost knocked her over with his embrace. She staggered back with him, Adam’s arms wrapped around her in a tight hug, while his lips smashed against hers. He kicked the door shut behind him and lifted her off the floor, surprising her.
They didn’t kiss when they saw each other yesterday. It was a rather awkward dinner at his mother’s house through which his mom kept bursting into tears and getting up to hug Adam’s head to her chest. They talked for some time on the stoop outside right after, but she had to get to bed with that early shift at the diner in the morning.
He had stood up for her, defended her honor, in a way that no one else had ever done before. How could she not return his tight squeeze? He seemed like he was taller now, his shoulders broader, his arms thicker. The way he held her sent goosebumps through her body. The bit of stubble on his face rubbed against her smooth skin while their lips moved together. Her exhaustion seemed to dissipate while she was in his arms and when he set her back down on the floor, she blew out a long breath.
“Damn Sloan, I’m just so glad to see you.” He held onto her while staring at her face, his gaze searing through her.
“Me too,” she grinned up at him.
He re-engaged, his tongue pressing into her mouth and she reciprocated without a second thought. They maneuvered in a way that felt almost like a dance through the apartment to her room until the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed and they toppled over together. The weight of him against her body was absolutely perfect. Her fingers slipped into his hair, tugging the strands with a light and playful touch. She hadn’t realized how much she missed this.
The past week had been a muddled nightmare that she was finally just waking up from now. With Adam in her arms.
“God, I had missed you so much,” he confessed. She’s never heard these words from him before.
“I missed you too,” she nodded, her heart racing. Amongst the pain and anger with the situation they had ended up in, with Adam in jail and her in stitches and a cast, there was always regret and longing.
She blamed herself for going to that party, she blamed herself for hooking up with Jack, she blamed the trouble that Adam ended up in on the fact that she didn’t stay home with him and watch Star Trek that night. He tried to reassure her that none of what had happened was her fault, but how could she believe it?! Having him here, now, in her arms, in her bed, felt more reassuring than any words had been.
This time, there was no talking. No sorting out of feelings or rehashing of events. They just peeled off each other’s clothes, trying as much as possible to maintain contact with their lips. His fingers worked in frenzied haste to undo all the buttons on her blouse, but he was careful with pulling the sleeve down over the cast that still hugged her wrist.
How long has it been since she’s been naked with Adam? She couldn’t pinpoint it now, but it didn’t matter. They were naked now and her hand wrapped around his cock. She finally disconnected her lips from Adam’s to slide down the bed and lower them over his erection instead. Her tongue swirled around before she sank her mouth down over it. This wasn’t exclusively for him, it was for her too. She enjoyed the feel of his taut skin between her lips and the power of making this man groan. She could suck harder and faster and make it more difficult for him to hold back his orgasm, or she could torture him with slow, light licks.
“Move your ass up over here,” he pulled at her hips and Sloane smiled around the cock in her mouth at his request.
She scooted around, feeling his hands slip from her hips to her thighs and between her legs. She hadn’t been touched like that in weeks, not since Jack manhandled her at that party. But the way that Adam touched her now was entirely different. There was confidence and determination in the way his fingers thrust inside her and the way he grasped her leg to swing it over his face. And at the same time, his intentions were clearly her pleasure rather than his own. His fingers worked in tandem with his mouth as Adam pulled her down towards his face and sucked on her wet folds.
“Fuck!” she cried out, popping off his cock. Her thighs trembled as he effortlessly made her come. Her back arched as she absorbed the climax Adam just delivered.
“Yeah, that sounds like a damn good idea,” Adam lifted Sloane’s ass away from his face and gave her a light slap, surprising her. “Let’s do that.”
She smiled to herself, spinning around to face him and sitting herself down on his waiting cock, still wet from her mouth. Sloane leaned over his chest while sliding up and down his length. She leaned her weight onto her good arm while grinding down into him and leaning in to kiss Adam’s jaw and neck. He caught her face in his hands and locked her in a deep kiss while pushing up from below to meet her every move.
Was it always like this between them? Or was this something new? This desperate heat that seemed to flow through them at this moment. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her to him tightly, and rolled her, landing himself on top without pulling out. She bent her knees, bringing them up on either side of Adam’s hips as he slammed into her. Skin slapped against wet skin. The fingers of her good hand tangled in his hair. He felt more hers right then than he ever had before.
“You don’t know how fucking good you feel,” he told her, his breathing ragged. She couldn’t help but smirk at that, smug to have that sort of effect on Adam.
He lowered his mouth down to her breast, sucking in her hard pink nipple and swirling his tongue around it. His pounding slowed but grew deeper, impaling her with every thrust. She moaned through each one, her eyes falling closed, relishing the pleasure. And then she was coming again — a slow, rumbling orgasm that spread out through her body, to the tips of her fingers.
He pulled out suddenly, kneeling between her legs, his cock in his hands, and let the streams of cum shoot out onto her belly. His brow was furrowed in concentration while he unloaded and Sloane watched with amusement as his cum slid down into her bellybutton.
“Sorry,” he grumbled as he finished. “I just… wasn’t sure… if it would be a good idea…” He ran his fingers through his hair, causing it to stand on end instead of lying down.
“It’s ok,” Sloane assured him, slipping a finger through the pooled cum and bringing it back to her lips to taste. He watched her, his chest still rising and falling sharply with his labored breathing.
Adam rolled off the bed and handed her a box of tissues. He seemed a little awkward suddenly, after how confident and sure of himself he had been when he burst in. He watched her wipe his cum off her belly and once she had disposed of the soaked tissues, he grasped her face in his hands again. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips, her chin and she felt herself melting into her sheets.
“I hate to… fuck and run,” he sighed, “But ma’s gonna kill me if I’m not there for Easter dinner. I just really needed to see you.”
“See me, uh-huh,” Sloane smirked, giving him a playful slap on his cheek.
“Come with me. Ma would love to have you there. I think she likes you way more than me right now.” He got to his feet, pulling on his clothes.
“I can’t. I gotta get down to my grandma’s for dinner.”
He thought for a moment while pulling on his shirt and sat down on the bed to lace his boots. Sloane finished cleaning herself up and search the floor for her panties.
“How about you come with me and then I’ll borrow Ma’s car and drive you over to your grandma’s? It will save you some time, you won’t have to take the train,” Adam proposed. It sounded tempting.
“Maybe.”
“Your grandma’s all the way down in Bay Ridge, right?”
“Yeah, last stop on the R train.”
“I’ll take you if you want.”
“And come in with me?”
They looked at each other for a moment, Sloane still only half-dressed. She really wanted to take him up on the offer, to go with him to his house for dinner, and to bring him back to her grandmother’s house after for dessert. It sounded like the perfect, relationshipy thing, the next step, this confirmation that they were both equally in it now. He wasn’t just her oblivious crush, the boy next door who had no idea she was into him.
“Yeah, sure, of course,” Adam replied.
“Let’s do that, then.”
“Could be the start of a new tradition — dinners with my ma, desserts with your fam.”
That brought a huge grin to Sloane’s face, making her flush. An uncharacteristic giggle escaped her too.
“Yeah, that’d be cool, Super Nerd.”
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