Adam
Last night was so goddamn perfect and this morning is even better as I wake up still totally naked and wrapped around Zach’s hard body.
I had planned for more. I even bought condoms and lube, but what we did…it was perfect.
There’s no other way to describe it. It was everything I could have hoped for our very first night spent totally alone.
The camper sucks. It’s old and musty. Really small. But I couldn’t resist buying it when I knew it would give us time to ourselves. I let my hand slide down over his hip and love the way my cock feels nestled between his firm cheeks.
“Mmmm. Now that’s the way to wake up.” He says, moving against my cock and making me gasp.
“Oh shit.”
I move my hand forward and grasp his very hard cock in my hand, letting my thumb sweep over the tip sticky with pre-cum. “Just like that.”
He says as I thrust forward, sliding my cock between his asscheeks, but not doing anything more than that as I stroke his dick.
It would be better with lube, but I can’t be bothered to move and he doesn’t seem to care.
I use as much of his pre-cum as I can to get him nice and slick and he turns his head, looking over his shoulder for me and I crash my mouth against his as I slide through his crease, sticky with my own pre-cum.
“Oh fuck.” He cries as his cock jerks in my hand and I feel his cum spill over. It’s all I need before I come too, my cum covering him in the most delicious way. I can’t help thinking about what it would be like inside of him.
Or having him inside of me.
Not something I ever thought would happed, but now that we’ve kissed, and admitted deeper feelings, I can’t stop thinking about.
“Okay.” He turns in my arms and rests his hand over my cheek. “That’s the way to wake a guy up.”
I chuckle and kiss him hard, not caring at all about morning breath or the sticky mess we made. But it all ends far too quickly when we both hear a buzzing noise that pulls us out of the happiness we shared.
“Shit. My phone.” He scrambles off the bed and grabs it out of his pocket. “Shit. Fuck. Shit!”
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I climb out of bed and grab a paper towel, wetting it so we can clean up. Because I already have a feeling we need to get moving.
“My sisters. Mary. Fuck!”
“Hey.” I walk over to him, trying to calm him and clean him up at the same time. Wiping away the mess on his lower back and between his cheeks. Nothing sexual about it. We need to get dressed. “Talk to me.”
He shoves his jeans on and I do the same as I listen. “I had my phone turned down. I always have it turned up. They fucking needed me and I didn’t have my goddamn phone.”
I wince because that was a fail on my part too. I know that. We always make sure his phone and mine are up loud and near us, but last night I was lost in ecstasy and I fell asleep before I could make sure we had our phones. “Shit. Are they okay?”
We pull on our shirts and hoodies and I grab my keys as we head out of the trailer. “No. Mary is hurt. They didn’t say what happened. Just I have missed calls and Anna asking me to come home. They aren’t supposed to be home. Why the hell are they home?”
“It’s going to be okay. I promise.” We hop in my truck and I know that I can’t really promise that, it feels like my heart is living in my throat right now, but I want to comfort him in any way I can.
We reach his house and he’s opening his door before I even get the truck into park. He flies toward the door and I shuffle after him. He opens the door and Mary is instantly in his arms. “Mary. What the hell happened?”
Anna is there and she looks like she’s been crying, but my eyes stay firmly on Elliot and thier mother. They both look worn and tired, Elliot looks pissed off and thier mom has been crying.
“What the fuck happened?” Zach barks at his mother and Elliot when he sees the bruise the same time I do. It’s a dark purple already and swollen, right there on her forehead. He makes a beeline to Elliot and grabs him by the collar before I can reach them. “What did you do?”
“Nothing.” He shoves at Zach, but he’s like a bull when he’s mad and right now he’s fucking livid. He doesn’t budge, shoving him against the wall still holding onto his collar. “She fell.”
“Bullshit.” He snarls, getting into his face and as badly as I want to watch Zach beat the living shit out of Elliot—and would like to help—I don’t want him going to jail.
“Zach.” I try to placate him.
But it’s like he doesn’t hear me. “What did you do to her you piece of shit?”
“Zachary please.” His mom pleads.
His eyes remain on Elliot while I look at their mom. “Why are you guys home? You’re supposed to be out of town.”
“You’re damn right we were.” Elliot spits and I glare at him. “But Mary just couldn’t let us have one damn night to ourselves.”
“She’s sick you asshole.” Anna screams, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Zach looks over at his sisters, “You’re sick? Why didn’t you call me?” Mary shrinks into herself and Zach looks pale. “Oh God. You tried to call me and I didn’t answer.”
“It was really early. I threw up. Grandma said she was going to take me home and I called you but you….” She’s crying now and Zach releases Elliot, shoving him back into the wall as he goes to Mary and kneels down in front of her. “Grandma called mom and Elliot.”
“I’m so sorry.” He hugs her and my heart shatters. God damn it. The phones. We know better. We know shit like this can happen. I’m mentally kicking myself when Elliot has the nerve to speak again.
“She doesn’t seem sick to me. She was running around like a little hellion and tripped.”
“Bullshit.” Zach says, hugging Mary again and standing up to face Elliot. “You motherfucker. If she tells me you laid one hand on her, you’re dead.”
“Zach no.” Mary cries. “I just want to leave. I want to go to Adam. I want Mrs. Bates.”
“Honey, she’s not your mom.” Thier mom corrects her and I bite my tongue even though I want to shake this woman. Scream at her for letting her kids down so damn badly.
I know she’s had so much bad shit happen to her, but these are her babies. She’s supposed to protect them. She’s supposed to put them first. And she does none of that. Instead she’s now pleading with Zach not to take them when he tells the girls to pack a bag and get their coats.
They listen to him and Zach walks closer to Elliot and his mom. “They aren’t staying here any more. It’s not happening.”
“Zach.” His mother reaches out to touch his arm, but he pulls away and sends her a death glare.
“No. I’m taking them.”
Elliot scoffs loudly, “You’re eighteen. You’re in high school. You don’t have anywhere to go. You can’t provide for them.”
“You’re not going anywhere near my sisters ever again.” Zach says, determination on his face.
“Honey, you can’t take them. We’re their parents.” His mother’s tone is so damn patronizing I want to strangle her. They aren’t parents.
“I can. I’m eighteen. I’ll figure it out. I’ll get a job and I’ll find us a place.”
“You take them from here I’ll call the cops and have your ass arrested.” Elliot says and I hear myself growl.
“You go right ahead and call the cops you goddamn coward. You explain that bruise on her head with that whiskey breath.”
“Stay out of this, Adam.” Elliot glares. “You think they’ll believe you two? Kids fall. All the damn time.”
“And some kids are pushed by their asshole stepfathers. You call the cops,” Zach steps closer to them, “You dare go near them and I’ll tell them everything.
Every drunken night where you shoved me.
When you pushed me around and left me bruised.
When you tripped me on purpose and I fell head first into the corner of the coffee table. ”
God damn it. I knew Elliot had something to do with Zach needed four stitches that day, but he wouldn’t admit it.
Elliot pales but only slightly and his mother sobs like a moron. I feel no sympathy for her whatsoever I realize. She should have been there.
“Fine. Take the brats.” Elliot says with a snarl.
“What? No.” Their mother says, but Zach isn’t listening as we walk over to the front door meeting Mary and Anna who both have their bags packed and their coats on.
“You choose. Right now.” Zach addresses his mother. “It’s him. Or it’s us. But if you choose him, prepare for a goddamn battle because these girls aren’t ever living under his roof again.”
“Zachary…” She cries.
“No.” His tone is calm and in control as he pushes the door open already knowing her choice.
I follow them out as the girls hop into his truck that’s still parked here and I get into mine.
Zach drives off and I follow. We don’t need words to know that we’re heading to my folks. I hope they know what the hell to do because I have no clue.
All I know is I have Zach’s back no matter what.