Cant handle the truth

Chapter 9

To say that Hopper had a rough night was an understatement. Bob's threat sat like a lead weight on his mind. What the hell did he mean? What was he planning? Hopper honestly didn't know. And that worried him.

He wasn't worried for himself. He could take whatever Bob threw at him, but what about Joyce and the boys? They were still getting over the events of last year, and struggling with it, especially Will. He'd always liked Bob, trusted him. God knows what all this had done to him?

Jonathan put a brave face on things, but he was a sensitive kid. He worried for his mother and brother. He'd never really taken to Bob. But that didn't mean today's events didn't hurt him.

Joyce was tougher than people gave her credit for. She'd been fearless today, standing up to Harker and Bob. But she'd cared about Bob, let him into her life, into her children's lives. And he'd turned out to have a darker side than anyone could have predicted. What would that do to her?

These thoughts went round and round Hopper's brain as he lay in bed. When he did finally drifted off, his dreams were full of Joyce. Dreams that had him waking up in a sweat, hard as a rock and aching for her. He tried to ignore it, hoped his cock would go down on it's own. Just as he realised this wasn't going to happen and taken it in his hand, ready to bring himself relief, there was a scream.

Eleven had a nightmare. The usual one, where she was back in that cell, undergoing all those experiments and torture at the hands of that monster Brenner. Whenever she had this nightmare Hopper had to stay in the room with her, sleeping in the chair, while she held his hand in a deathgrip. It was not comfortable, but that was fatherhood.

Needless to say, the next morning he was tired, frustrated and very cranky. Flo recognised the signs and was smart enough not to say anything to provoke him.

"Any messages?" he demanded

"Jack Harker called" she replied. "He says if you want to press charges against Bob he's more than happy to fill out the paperwork"

Hopper passed a hand over his eyes. While making Bob pay for his lies was tempting, Hopper knew that the people who would end up really paying were Joyce and the boys. He didn't want to be responsible for anymore of their suffering.

"Tell him, thanks but no thanks. I'd rather just forget all about it. Any other messages?" he added trying and failing to sound casual.

"Joyce called" Flo replied with a smile. "She's working until noon. So you can go see her anytime after 1pm."

"Yeah, whatever" he mumbled heading to his office and slamming the door.

Flo's smile got even wider. The chief really had it bad for Joyce Byers. And from what Flo had seen over the past few months, and especially yesterday, Joyce was just as crazy about him. They were just too afraid to admit it. Maybe this situation with Bob would force their true feelings out into the open.

Inside his office Hopper leaned agains the door with a groan. Why was it that people being nice to him made him want to cry? Especially people who were usually sullen and snarky with him.

He knew that Flo hadn't given him all the messages. He just knew it. The day he didn't get a call about cow tipping and kids hanging round someone's front, would be the day the world ended.

God! He was tired. He'd never been this tired, even when he spent his nights drinking and screwing. He'd better take a quick nap. He needed a clear head for talking to Joyce later. They had a lot to figure out. Locking the door he made himself as comfortable as possible in his office chair, putting his feet up on his desk he want to sleep.

Joyce came to him in his dreams. All smooth skin, soft hair and passionate kisses. Her pussy was hot and tight, fitting him like a glove when she slid onto his hard cock. They moved together in perfect sync, bringing each other to the edge in record time.

"Hopper" she gasped, bouncing on his lap. "I'm gonna..I'm gonna"

She froze, arching her back, nails digging into his shoulders, her legs wrapping round his waist. Her pussy held him in a near death grip. His cock swelled, ready to fill her with his cum.

THUD!

Hopper landed hard on the floor

"Shit!" he cursed, feeling stupid.

The last remnants of his dream faded. Unfortunately, his erection didn't fade with it. His dick was still very hard, and very painful. He'd had enough. He needed relief.

He'd never done this before, but his feelings had never been so out of control before. Settling himself back in his chair, he pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his pants and out of the way. He pulled his pants and boxers down a little, releasing his hard cock. It was swollen, the head red and angry, a thick vein stood out along the side, pre-cum leaked out of the tip.

He was so hard and frustrated it wouldn't take long. Closing his eyes, picturing Joyce, Hopper took hold of his cock and started to move, gasping at the contact. His hand was no substitute for the wet, heat between Joyce's thighs, but it would do. His breathing started getting faster, his hips moving. His hand was practically a blur in his lap. His balls getting tighter, and tighter.

"Joyce!"

He came, hard, so hard he blacked out for a minute. He regained consciousness to find his hand still gripping his cock, his semen running down the from the tip, over his hand and all over his stomach. Thank God, he'd moved his shirt out of the way.

He grabbed some tissues and cleaned himself up. Once he'd zipped up his pants and tucked his shirt in he hoped he looked more normal, and not like someone who'd just jerked off like a teenager hitting puberty. He just hoped that he'd now have a clear head when he went to see Joyce later. Although he seriously doubted it.