Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Cove
Dear Diary,
I’m not sure what to write here. I’ve never had to do something like this before, but my therapist thinks this will help me. I sort of don’t want to write in you since Langston bought you, and you’re so gorgeous, but I know I need to do this.
I’m really hoping this helps.
Today marks one month since I’ve started therapy.
Langston has been so supportive, and even when we’re apart because he’s in class or one of us is at work, he’s constantly checking in on me and texting me when he can’t call.
I wasn’t sure what I was jumping into with him when he came banging on my door that night a month ago, but I’m so glad now that I opened the door to him.
I believe him when he says he’s not going anywhere. It hadn’t been easy to believe that at first, but now, I know Langston is the one person in this world I can trust. He’s changed so much from high school, and despite our shaky, troubled past together, I’m so glad to have him in my life now.
He makes the dawn of a new day easier to bear.
It’s still a struggle to get out of bed some days, but my therapist has faith that things will get better once we figure out a medication combination that will help my anxiety and my depression.
We talked about my parents today. I had a panic attack in her office, but she helped me breathe through it using one of the grounding techniques she taught me.
It was then I realized that I didn’t feel safe when they were brought up.
Because my parents were supposed to be a safe space for me, and when I came out to them, home was, in some ways, even worse than school.
My therapist’s office is a safe place for me, and bringing them up in there felt like they were intruding on that space, ripping it away from me just like they’d done almost everything else in my life.
I paused, setting my pen down as I stared down at my diary. It was purple, my favorite color, and Langston had glued sparkles all over it before giving it to me. It glittered in the light, and he made me a purple, sparkly pen to match.
Tears pricked my eyes. Writing about my parents made me feel unsafe, just like talking about them did. I was tainting my beautiful journal with their hatred.
“Baby boy,” Langston said quietly, taking a seat beside me, his hand resting on my upper back, “look at me.”
I sucked in a sharp, shaky breath and turned my head to face him, our eyes connecting.
He tenderly smiled at me as he reached up and brushed a tear from the corner of my eye.
He was still in his work clothes—a pair of old, dark jeans and a plain black t-shirt.
The only reason they weren’t grease-stained was because he always wore coveralls at work to protect his clothes.
He’d gotten a job a couple of weeks ago, saying he needed the extra money. Some days, it was really lonely without him, but life didn’t stop just because I was having a bad day.
I’d gone into the shop to have lunch with him one day last week, and needless to say, Langston spent most of the time in his car with my prick in his mouth as he got me off over and over. He was sinfully hot when he was sweaty and covered in grease.
“You okay?”
I nodded. “Writing—like my therapist suggested,” I said softly. I reached over and flipped it closed, though I knew Langston wouldn’t read it. I breathed a little easier once it was closed, my parents’ evil no longer permeating the room, suffocating me.
Langston grabbed my hand in his before reaching into his pocket with his other hand, pulling out a red, folded piece of paper. He grimaced as he unfolded it before handing it to me. Frowning, I grabbed it from him, reading the notice he’d been given.
EVICTION NOTICE
You are hereby notified that your lease has been terminated by the apartment leasee, and you have three days to vacate the premises.
The locks will be changed on the fourth day, and anything left in the apartment will be either taken to the nearby dump, which will be billed to you, or it will be donated to a local charity of our choosing.
Thank you,
Castle Creek Apartments
“I found it posted on my front door this morning,” he said quietly. He swallowed thickly. “And I had to catch a bus back here. Um, my car is gone.”
I jerked my head up to stare at him, my eyes widening in horror. “Your car is gone?”
He grimaced. “I, um…” He blew out a soft breath.
“I kind of hid something from you, Cove.” My stomach twisted with anxiety.
My fingers crinkled the edges of his eviction notice when I tightened my hand.
“Your first day of therapy, I figured if you were being brave enough to do something like that, I should finally be brave enough to come out to my parents.”
My eyes widened in horror. No—not Langston. This couldn’t have happened to him.
I tightened my hand around his, wishing I could do more to comfort him.
He swallowed thickly. “Dad has refused to pay for my schooling any further once this semester is finished, and he broke the lease on my apartment. He also had my car towed back to him.” He shrugged helplessly.
“So, I’m now homeless, carless, and if I don’t figure something out, I’m going to be jobless, too. ”
I shook my head at him. “It’s not the end, Langston. We’ll figure this out together, I promise.”
He blew out a soft breath. “How am I meant to take care of you, baby boy, when my entire world is flipped upside down like this? I can’t possibly give you everything you need.”
I set aside his eviction notice and grabbed his other hand in mine, my heart squeezing at the pain in his eyes.
“All I need, Langston, is for you to be here for me. I just need you to continue holding me at night time and when the days are hard. You can go see financial aid in the morning before class. I’m off, so I can drive you.
And you can get financial aid sorted for next semester.
We’ll move your things in here, get rid of the rest you don’t need, and then we can focus on saving money so you can get a car. ”
He tugged me forward so I was straddling his lap, and he pressed his lips to mine, our tongues touching and dancing together for a brief moment before he pulled back, cupping my face in his hands.
My cheeks were warm, just as they always were when he touched me like this.
I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get used to how affectionate he was, and I never wanted to.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Cove. I’ll never deserve how sweet and giving you are.”
“I love you,” I blurted. My eyes widened, my cheeks so red now, I could feel the heat radiating between us. I quickly covered my face.
I couldn’t believe I just blurted that out loud!
“Baby,” Langston rasped, his thick, long fingers circling my wrists. “Baby boy, let me see your face, please,” he begged.
I slowly unlocked my arms, letting him pull them down from my face. Langston swallowed thickly. “Do you mean that, baby boy?”
Licking my lips, nervous as hell, I slowly nodded my head. He gripped the side of my neck and pulled my lips to his, kissing me with a hunger and passion that was unrivaled by anything else. I moaned into his kiss, grinding against him, needing him so badly now that it hurt.
“You’re my entire fucking world, Cove,” Langston growled against my lips before diving back in. I whimpered, clutching at his tight t-shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine. “I love you so goddamn much, baby boy.”
He laid me back on the couch and peeled my shirt over my head before licking and kissing his way down my chest, sucking at sensitive spots that drove me wild for him. I bucked beneath him, tugging at his shirt, wanting it off.
“You want me naked, baby boy? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” Langston asked me.
Whimpering, I nodded at him, tugging at his shirt again. “Off.”
He leaned up, and gripping the back of his shirt, he pulled it over his head, tossing it to the floor with mine before he unsnapped his jeans and tugged them down his legs, baring all of himself to me for my eyes to feast on.
I reached for him. Langston laid his body over mine, one elbow braced beside my head to hold his weight up a little, his other hand between us as he worked on unsnapping my jeans. “I’m here, baby.”
I sighed in contentment, running my hands over his smooth back, his muscles flexing beneath my touch. Once my jeans were undone, he moved away from me again and peeled them down my legs, leaving me bare for him.
“So, so fucking beautiful, baby boy.” He reached over into the drawer on the coffee table and pulled out a bottle of lube, winking at me, a wicked smirk tilting his lips.
“Why is that there?” I whispered, my cheeks heating.
“I wanted to be prepared, baby boy. You’re so needy. I’ve got to make sure I can easily take care of you.”
I slapped my hands over my face, and he huskily laughed before pulling my arms down. “Don’t hide from me, Cove. I love how needy you are for me. Just let me take care of you.”
He gently pushed my knees up and apart. Shyly, I reached up and hooked my arms around the back of my knees, holding myself open for him so he had easier access to the most intimate part of me.
Langston had been prepping me for the past month with butt plugs, toys, his fingers, his tongue. But now, he was finally going to give me what we’d both been dying for. And since we’d both been tested and had come back clean, there was nothing stopping us from finally being together like this.
“You think you’re ready for me now?” Langston asked as he prepped me with his fingers, scissoring them apart. I whimpered, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, nodding my head. Langston smiled at me. “I’m so ready to be inside of you, Cove,” he rasped.
I watched as he slicked himself up before he gripped the base of his cock, lining himself up with my rim.
I swallowed thickly, so nervous but still needing him so badly.
Langston reached forward and gripped the side of my neck, locking our eyes together as he began to push against the tight ring of muscle.
“I love you, baby boy. You’re fucking everything to me.”
I cried out as he slid inside me, our bodies fitting together so perfectly that tears began to fall from my eyes.
I reached for him, my ankles locking around him.
He laid his body over me, and we held each other as he rocked into me, making love to me all while he whispered how I’d forever be the only man for him and that I’d forever be his sweet baby boy.