Chapter 9 #2
“No.” The word escaped me before I could stop myself. Everyone’s eyes were on me now, except Jonah’s. But I could tell I had his full attention.
“What the fuck do you mean, no? Who even is this guy,” the one called Ford demanded.
Jonah sighed. “Alexio Zeki. He plays for the Glaciers. And he and his brother have been apparently taking care of my dad before I found everything out. I guess he wants to continue to be a dickhead—”
“Can we speak again?” I said.
“Christ, dude. Are you serious?”
I walked up near the couch and set my hand on the back, not close enough to touch him, but close enough I could. “Yes. I’m serious. And I don’t want a bunch of people listening in.”
“Um, fuck you?” Ford said, standing up. It was then that I noticed he had a prosthetic leg sticking out of the bottom of his shorts. I wondered if he was on Boden’s team, but he didn’t look familiar. “You don’t get to decide what we do and don’t hear.”
I wasn’t going to let this go. I didn’t know much about Alzheimer’s or anything like that. At least, not until I’d met Peter. Then I fell down the YouTube rabbit hole and learned as much as I could in a single weekend.
And I knew that this whole thing—this circus—couldn’t happen. It would make things so much worse for Peter, and in turn, it would make it worse for Jonah.
“It’s important,” I finally said.
Jonah groaned. “Fine. Everyone, fuck off for twenty minutes. I’m going to talk to Zeki alone.”
Vanya sucked in a breath to protest, but I held up my hand. “You too, Vanny. Please.”
He met my gaze, then nodded. “Is okay. There is amazing bakery down the street. We go and buy some treats. I think we all deserve after today, yes?”
None of the guys protested, though they did take their time shuffling out of the room. When the door closed, there was a single moment of silence, and then Jonah turned.
“Are you still here?”
“I am.” I walked over and sat near him. “And all I really want to say is that you can’t have a bunch of people coming in and out of the apartment to watch him.”
Jonah scoffed. “Really?”
“Yes, really. He’s already struggling with what he should know. You can’t give him different faces several times a day. You obviously have a rough relationship with him, and I’ll try not to judge that—”
“Yeah, because you’ve done a stellar job at that so far,” Jonah snarled.
I deserved that. But I wasn’t going to admit it.
“My brother and I were going to call Adult Protective Services when we thought it was medical neglect. I get that it isn’t what’s happening, but having all your hockey buddies, who definitely are not trained professionals, try and take care of him is not a good idea. ”
He looked like he wanted to cry. Or maybe headbutt me again.
“What the fuck do you want me to do, Zeki? It takes a hundred fucking years for the bus to get to this side of town, and my ride services don’t cover dozens of random trips to some apartment that has nothing to do with hockey.
I don’t have a fucking chauffeur, and my dad very obviously doesn’t have family willing to help. ”
Bowing my head, I took a breath. “Nikos and I will keep doing it until you can find someone. Or a place for him. But you might need to look outside of Boston.”
He clenched his jaw so hard I could see his temples bulging. “God, this is so none of your fucking business—”
“You keep saying that, but I’m the only one being rational around here.”
“I fucking hate you.”
“Great. I don’t care. You can choke on my dick and make me come while hating me, and I’m still going to say that every decision you’ve tried to make so far is fucking ridiculous.”
He stood up, the fury obvious in his eyes. “Why don’t you choke on my dick.”
It was an option. Hell, maybe an orgasm would be good for him. I took him by the front of the shirt and started backing him up. “Was that a real invitation?”
“No. Fuck. Yes. Maybe.” He sounded like he was losing his mind, and the front of his pants was bulging. “I—where are we going?”
“Guest room,” I told him. “I don’t want to traumatize your dad if he wakes up.”
“Oh Jesus. We can’t do this in my dad’s house,” he gasped as I palmed his dick and walked him down the short hall and into the first room.
“We’ll just have to keep each other quiet, then.”
“What?” he murmured. “What do you mean?”
“Let me show you.” I wasn’t going to choke on his dick here. But I was going to take some of the edge off because I was horny, and he was horny, and he was wound up as fuck. We both needed this.
Lifting his wrist, I pressed two of his fingers against my lips, and then I parted them and sucked them inside.
“Oh, holy shit,” he gasped.
I pressed my other hand to his mouth, and his eyes widened, and he frantically shook his head. I immediately let go.
“Sorry, I—no. I can’t. I can’t.”
I sucked around his fingers, then pulled off. “That’s fine. Focus on me instead.”
“What are you—oh god,” he groaned as I unzipped him and got his dick out. It was hard—just as small as I remembered, but fat and leaking against my palm. Pulling my dick out, I pressed my hips against his and slid the head of my cock up his short length. “I-is that…”
I brought his free hand to where we were pressed together. “Yeah. See it?”
“Fuck. Fuck…” He clamped his lips shut, and I took two of his fingers to the back of my throat, swirling my tongue around them as he choked on his groans.
Keeping one hand on his hip, I used the other to curl around us, and I squeezed, stroking upward, rocking my hips, and I felt his reaction. It was a whole-body shudder, his skin going hot with a flush.
I couldn’t see him very well in the dim light, but I could see the shadow of his parted lips on a choked-off moan.
“Mm,” I hummed around him.
He began to pump his fingers in and out of my mouth in time with my strokes, and his hips began to meet mine with heavy, rolling thrusts. “Fuck, you are too good at this,” he rasped. “You’re so goddamn thirsty for me.”
“Mm,” I answered.
His head thudded against the wall, eyes closed now as his body moved like he was dancing.
Fuck, he was gorgeous. “I love the way you take me apart. You know that no one has done that before? Shit, shit.” I felt him thicken against my palm.
He was going to come, so I dropped my hand away from his hip and cupped his balls.
“God, yeah. Like that. Fuck, you are perfect. If you weren’t such an asshole, you’d be—ohhhh shit shit shit. ”
He was coming. His dick pulsed, and come shot out, hitting my cock and my lower stomach. It only took me seconds and three more thrusts before I followed him over the edge, my spill joining his.
He sagged forward, his face buried in the side of my neck as his fingers slid from my mouth, and his hot breath ghosted over the bottom of my jaw. “Jesus, that was…” He didn’t finish, probably because there were no words for what we’d just done.
He lifted his face, and in that moment, I wanted to kiss him more than anything in the world. I touched his jaw.
“Don’t be foolish,” he murmured. “Don’t make this something it isn’t.”
I swallowed and took my hand away. “Don’t worry, Adams. I won’t kiss you. Not unless you fucking beg for it.”
“That,” he said with a sniff, “will never happen.”
In that moment, I believed him. Letting him go, I stepped back to zip up, and he did the same, but he looked a little panicked.
“Can you not leave me here? I can find my way, but I don’t like it when I don’t know where I am.”
“I’m not a monster,” I told him.
He swallowed heavily, then sighed. “I know. Sorry. Just…this has been a lot. Too fucking much, and I don’t know how to dig myself out of this hole.”
“You’ll figure it out,” I said as I offered him my elbow. He took it, and I guided him back to the living room.
The moment his ass hit the cushion, a voice called from the other room. “Caleb!”
Jonah sighed. “That’s my brother.”
“Do you want to call him? See if he’ll come by?”
His expression darkened, and he shook his head. “He won’t. Micah won’t either. All he’s got is me, and I think he likes me the least.”
I didn’t know if I should disagree with him. Or, if I was honest, that I shouldn’t. Peter never asked for Jonah. Not after that first night Jonah took him home. I had no idea why, but I hated that for him.
“Maybe I should go check on him.”
Jonah let out another soft breath and shrugged. “Probably better you than me.”
I hated that he was right.