Family Dinner #2
I choke up at that. Both of her sons. No one’s ever treated me like a son before.
Alex reaches a hand out to grab mine as I drop my gaze to the table, feeling embarrassed.
I let him hold onto me and absorb the comfort he’s offering as I look around the table at everyone sitting here tonight, heart happy that this hotel that was once the cause of so much of my pain is now a place I can find comfort in.
“Thank you,” I say quietly.
After dinner, Sasha and Seth help Alex clear the table and clean up the kitchen.
Brandon’s gone out front for a smoke, and Kayla scurried off with Frankie after one last failed bid for my attention.
I sit with Debbie and Tom in the empty dining hall, not knowing exactly what to say, but feeling at ease in their presence in a way I never was with my actual parents.
“Well, son, you and Alex have really outdone yourselves with this place, I tell ya,” Tom says, looking around the room. The walls are papered in a faded red pattern, and the chandelier is a gaudy, solid gold monstrosity that somehow manages to fit the space.
“Thank you, sir. We’ve just gotten started, but it’s been great bringing the hotel back to life. My parents never cared enough to actually put any effort into it. Alex is the one who’s done all the heavy lifting.” I look down again. “I owe him everything, I guess.”
“Don’t call me sir, son,” Tom says gently.
I look up in surprise, and nod.
“As far as we’re concerned, you’re family now. You make my kid the happiest I’ve ever seen him, and I can’t tell you how grateful I am for that. All we’ve ever wanted was for him to be happy, and you’ve given him a place here.”
“I love him,” I say.
Tom nods his head. “That’s good. Once Alex has decided something is his, there’s no getting away. He’ll attach himself like a barnacle.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, that’s pretty much what happened. I wouldn’t have it any other way though.”
Debbie looks thoughtful. “Do we need to have the birds and the bees talk? I know you’re adults, but you should be practicing safe sex. Can ghosts get pregnant?” she muses.
I feel blood run to my cheeks. “I’m not going to get him pregnant.
” As soon as I realize what I just said, I bury my face in my hands.
“Oh my god, that’s not—I just mean, I’m always careful with him.
Always. I never want to hurt him that way.
” I look up to see them studying me intently, and I wish something would crawl out of the woodwork to kill me again.
“We know you wouldn’t, sweetheart,” Debbie says kindly.
Alex comes back in from the kitchen and plops down in my lap. “What are you guys talking about? I hope you’re not terrorizing my boyfriend too much.”
“We were trying to give him the sex talk honey, but it sounds like you’ve got things covered,” Debbie says.
Alex squawks. “Oh my god, mom! You guys are so embarrassing.”
I wrap my arms around him and chuckle into his hair as they continue chatting. I’m not paying any attention though, I’m too focused on the feel of Alex in my arms.
Eventually, we say our goodnights and head to our room for the night. Alex looks up at me with heat in his eyes and waggles his eyebrows. “You want to get frisky?”
I laugh and shake my head. “I don’t know if I can get it up after that conversation with your parents. All I can think about right now is getting you pregnant.”
“Sounds hot. I don’t know if that’s possible, but you’re welcome to try.”
I walk up to him and grab his hips. “Why don’t you get on your knees for me, brat, and get me ready. I can’t knock you up if I’m not hard.”
He swats my ass. “Hey, I’m the Dom here, remember? Take your cock out,” he commands, and I obey. I cradle his face in my hands and lean my forehead against his while he strokes me.
“You make me feel so good,” I say, and feel him smile against me.
“I’m glad. I love making you feel good.” He continues his stroking for a few moments.
“I want you to fuck me again. If you want to, that is.” I pull back and study his face, gauging his reaction.
“You want all of this up in you, huh?” he says with a roll of his hips. It’s so absurd that I can’t help but laugh. “I’d love to, baby.”
“Never mind, I think my cock just died,” I tease and step back from him, zipping my pants up. “I think I’ll just go to bed.”
He gasps in outrage. “No! Please, I want to fuck you. I’ll be so good for you, I promise,” he pouts.
“I don’t think that’s something you know how to do, brat.” I turn my back on him and pull down the covers on the bed, hiding my smile from him. He jumps up on my back and wraps his legs around my waist, arms gently circling my neck.
He whispers in my ear, “I’m going to be so good while I fuck you, and you’re going to be a good, obedient boy while I do it. Isn’t that right?” He squeezes his thighs around my hips, and I wrap my hand around his forearm, holding him back.
“Yes, sir,” I say, just because I know how much he loves our power struggle games. Secretly, so do I, not that I’ll ever admit it to him. He knows, though. He presses a kiss to my cheek and hops back onto the floor.
“Okay babe. I’m in control, and you’re going to do exactly what I say. Take your clothes off,” he commands, watching me closely. I strip out of my clothes, appreciating the look in his eyes as I do it.
“Have I ever told you how sexy you look with my padlock around your neck?”
“At least once,” I say as I instinctively reach up to touch it.
“What’s your color?”
“Green,” I say without hesitation. He breathes a sigh of relief.
“Good boy. Now, I want you to get on that bed on all fours. Arch your back for me, show me how much you want it.”
If anyone else in the world said those words to me, I’d have a panic attack, but I trust Alex with my life, and I love being able to share this intimacy with him.
He allows me to be vulnerable with him in a way that feels safe.
He would never hurt or take advantage of me.
I position myself on the bed and rest my forehead against the mattress.
He grabs the lube out of the nightstand and crawls onto the bed, running a hand down my back and over my ass.
“Gorgeous. God, I can’t believe you’re all mine.
” He spends a long time getting me ready with the lube before kneeling behind me.
I moan into the bedding and grip the sheets tight as he brushes a finger over my skin.
If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to melt into a puddle on this bed.
“Color?” he asks again. I know he won’t go any further until I give him permission.
“Green. Now fuck me before I have to do it myself.”
He smacks my ass hard and puts his hands around my hips. “Who’s in charge here, Jake?”
I chuckle, knowing when to admit defeat. “You are, brat. Now fuck me.”
He surges into me before stilling, giving me time to adjust as he places a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me further into the mattress, rubbing small, soothing circles into my skin.
I don’t like being held down, but I find comfort in his small weight against my back, grounding me into the moment. “You good?”
“Perfect,” I say as he begins to fuck me. This moment is so fucking perfect.
***
Alex
I flop down on top of Jake as I catch my breath, hugging him to me.
“Am I crushing you?” I ask against his chest.
“No, you don’t weigh enough to crush me. Feels nice,” he says and runs a hand through my hair. I try to make myself heavier on him, crush him to the mattress.
“What are you doing?” he laughs, tickling my side.
“I’m trying to be a weighted blanket. Clearly, I’m failing,” I sigh.
I climb off of him to search for my boxers. This is why you don’t throw them around the room, Alex. I’m still hunting for them when I realize Jake is reaching for my nightstand drawer to put the lube away.
“No!” I screech, but it’s too late. He holds up the book I’ve been reading in secret, an amused expression on his face.
“Domming for Dummies? I guess I know where you’ve been getting your talking points,” he laughs, and I smirk up at him.
“It’s my job to be prepared. Now put that back!”
“Yes, sir.” I hear his breath catch when he sees the book that was lying under it. He doesn’t pick it up; he just stares at it. It’s a book about how to safely be intimate after assault. I should’ve hidden it better.
I run a hand through my hair, nervous. “Listen, please don’t be offended. I just want to make sure I don’t accidentally hurt you.”
He looks at me, expression unreadable. “It’s okay. It’s… thoughtful. I just hate that you have to do this for me.” He quickly puts Domming for Dummies back and shuts the drawer before pulling on his boxers. “When do you have time to read all this stuff?”
“When you’re working in the gardens,” I say with a shrug. “And I don’t mind learning more about this stuff. I need to know how to best take care of you.”
He lays back down on the bed, hair fanned around his head, looking every bit an angel.
“Come lay back down with me,” he says, holding his arms open for me to crawl into, which I do without fuss, ending up as the little spoon again.