Jameson
“You sure you want to do this?” Garrison kisses my bare shoulder as he sits behind me in the motel bed. And let me tell you, this bed sucks. It’s lumpy as hell, but I still don’t regret my decision at all.
I got a job working for Oakley’s dad, landscaping, and so did Garrison. That was always his plan, but not mine. It’s good work though. I like being outside, and even though I’m exhausted every damn night when we get finished, it’s the good kind.
Exhaustion from a job I chose to work. One I don’t have to devote my life to. It’s just a job. A way to make money, not my life. And that’s exactly what I want.
“Yeah. I need to try.” He kisses down my spine, taking so much time to hit every notch and I shiver, wanting to stay in bed with him. “I have to go get ready.”
“We could get ready together.” I look over my shoulder at him, and he waggles his brows in an exaggerated fashion that makes me laugh.
“Come on.”
I grab his hand and drag him to the way too small shower. We’re both already naked, so we get under the spray as soon as I turn it on, and we both yelp from the cold water that hasn’t heated up.
“Holy fuck, we need a better place,” he says, his teeth chattering, and I agree, thankful when the water finally heats up.
“You know it’s not gonna last long.”
“That’s fine.” He drops to his knees and immediately takes my hardening cock into his mouth, sucking and licking, teasing the tip and making me gasp before he pops off the head and looks up at me. “You won’t need long.” He winks and then goes back to worshipping my cock with his full, sinful lips.
He’s getting really good at taking me all the way into the back of his throat as he massages my balls with one hand and holds my ass with the other, keeping me in place with him.
The tension slides from my body as he owns me, sucking my cock until I cry out and shoot into the back of his throat. He swallows my release before we switch places, and I do the same for him, making him come even faster than he did me.
Not that it’s a competition or anything.
Still. I won.
I smile about that fact as we soap up and rinse off as fast as we can, not escaping the cold water before we dry off and get dressed. I head out to my dad’s place. Garrison goes back to his place for now.
His dad hasn’t said much to him, but according to Dixon, he hasn’t been unpleasant either. When I get home, my mom and Adam are cleaning up from breakfast, and she walks excitedly over to me. “Well, Jameson. Where on earth have you been? You haven’t been home for five days!”
She sounds like she’s actually curious, so that confirms my dad didn’t tell her anything. He rounds the corner in his worn jeans and black t-shirt, his voice stern and cold. “I told you he was just celebrating graduation and that he’d come back.”
My mom is beaming at that and nods her head at my father. “Well, I suppose you were right.” She looks at me. “Would you like some breakfast?”
“No, thank you,” I say to her and then turn to my father. “I was hoping we could take a walk together. Talk.”
He eyes me angrily, but not so much that my mother picks up on it. He just grunts in the direction of the back door, and I follow him out onto the property.
Land he loves. Land he conditioned me to love too but failed.
“That’s yours, you know.” He points to the plot of land he’s always said would be mine someday. “Or it can be.”
“Right,” I say as we walk toward it. “It’s a good spot to build a house.” I play along, waiting for him to acknowledge what happened the other day at my graduation party.
“It is.” He points again. “You could build a great two-story home. Three bedrooms. One for you and your wife and two for your children.”
“Sure sounds like your life, Dad,” I say, stopping myself from walking anywhere closer to his dream for me.
“And what’s wrong with that? Was it so damn bad, Jameson?”
I shake my head because it wasn’t a bad childhood. I have a lot of fond memories. I love my family. “No. But is it so damn bad to want something different?”
He rakes his fingers through his hair, looking older in this moment, the wrinkles around his eyes more profound and the black circles under his eyes prominent. “I never understood you. You always had your damn head in the clouds, always wanted to play around instead of work. I don’t get it.”
I nearly laugh at that because that’s not how most people would describe me. To everyone else, I’m too serious, but to my dad, I’m carefree. “I don’t want this life. I was afraid to tell you and should have told you sooner, but I don’t want it. Adam—he might. But I don’t.”
“You’re the oldest son. You need to marry a nice girl, have kids, and take over the farm. That’s the plan. That’s tradition in our family.”
“Maybe traditions should be broken sometimes, Dad. I don’t want to disappoint you, but I need to find my own way. I need to build my own life and not live yours.”
He looks saddened by the thought as he looks out over the land. “I suppose the house doesn’t have to have a wife.”
I look back at the land. “What about a husband?”
He pales, his eyes going wide. “Did you get married?”
“No,” I say carefully and watch the relief wash over him, but then, he actually laughs.
I mean a full-on laugh, like I’m not sure I’d ever heard from him. “Good. Your mother would kill me if you ran off and got married and she didn’t get to plan a wedding.”
I stare at him dumbly for a moment, certain this is a trap. “But maybe I’ll want to someday. I don’t know . . . Garrison and I are new.”
He nods his head slowly at that, seemingly processing. “I love you, Jameson. I’m sorry I was hotheaded and stupid the other day. You’re always welcome here, and so is”—he pauses for a moment, having some trouble, it’s clear—”your boyfriend.”
I don’t smile, but my lips tick with the effort to do so. “You mean that?”
He nods his head. “I do. I don’t understand it, and I’m not saying I won’t mess up and say something stupid, but I do love you. I want to know the real man you are, and I’ll do what I can to make sure I don’t lose you.”
This is the most my father and I have ever talked. He just doesn’t do it often, and neither do I.
“Well, we’ll start planning for your house then.”
That shocks the hell out of me. And I should probably argue, but it feels like I had a big win today, so I don’t push it. I just nod my head and agree.
Maybe living here wouldn’t be so bad.