Chapter 1 #2
When we’d graduated from AIT, I agreed to be there for him so he could finally explain to his family that he was bisexual.
By that time, we were in a serious relationship, and he wanted to break the news to them that he was in love with a man.
When they first opened the door to us, they had assumed that I was just a friend.
Once we sat down in their formal living room and began to explain our relationship, it all devolved from there.
Ryu’s mother began crying hysterically, but his father got violently angry.
Any attempt I made to diffuse the situation was met with even more anger.
When his father laid his hands on Ryu, I drew the line.
I would never stand up to his parents out of respect, but I had no such problems after he had punched my boyfriend.
I grabbed Mr. Nakamura by the collar and jerked him off his feet, holding him until we were face-to-face.
“You will never lay a hand on your son again,” I snarled into his face that was red from anger and was slowly turning purple from loss of oxygen. “You’re supposed to love them and protect your children, not treat them like this. And for what?” I demanded. “Because of who he loves?”
Even then, his father had twisted his face in disgust at my words and spat in my face.
As I let the saliva roll down my cheek, I let him see the darkness that lived in my soul, the darkness that had always been there.
I leaned in and spoke softly so only he could hear.
With deadly intent, I said, “This is the last time,” I promised.
Louder, I said, “You don’t deserve him, either of you.
” I glanced at his mom, who was still standing there with tears running down her face and her hands twisted in worry for her husband, but not for her son.
Ry was already sporting a bruise and a swollen jaw.
“Neither one of you,” I reiterated. “We’re done here.
” I tossed the smaller man to the ground, not even watching to see as he fell and crumbled onto the floor.
I grabbed Ry’s hands and linked our fingers together, and pulled him towards the door with me.
We both ignored the threats that rang out behind us.
Then his father had declared loudly that Ryu was no longer his son and wasn’t welcome in his home.
I stopped at the doorway and glanced back. I saw Ry look at his mother, waiting for her, for any indication that she would support him instead of his dad, but she remained silent. With tears misting his eyes, he shook his head once, looked down at the floor, and then glanced back up at his parents.
“All right, Mr. and Mrs. Nakamura,” he said softly. “I won’t bother you anymore.” And with those parting words, he closed the door behind us. We stepped out onto the porch together, our hands linked. I was proud of him as I watched Ry square his shoulders and lift his chin.
After that, I took him to my home, where we were greeted in a completely opposite way.
I had already told him about my two dads and my mother, but I didn’t think that he quite understood until we sat there together in my parents’ living room.
As my mother cried happy tears at seeing that I’d finally found someone who could break down my walls, my dad, Ethan, held her hand.
My dad, Brent, had his arm around both of them, holding them together as one unit.
There was no denying the love that they all felt for each other and the cohesiveness of their relationship.
Growing up, never once had I ever seen any type of jealousy between the three of them.
If my dads spent time alone together, my mother was happy for them, just as they were happy for each other when they each spent bonding time alone with my mother.
There were always the three of them. They would always come back together as one unit and never had any worry that that unit could be broken.
A part of me had always wanted that, though I could never see myself finding another person who fit me as well as Ry did.
I opened the pool gate, stepped through, and walked to the edge of the pool.
I stood there, staring out over the water, and admired his lithe body, lit up by the underwater lighting.
He was swimming naked as he usually did.
Just watching the muscles in his back ripple with every stroke of his arms had my cock hardening in my sweats.
It had been a good five minutes that I stood there silently watching, before he slowed, then came to the edge of the pool where I was waiting.
“Hey,” he said, swiping back his dripping hair from his eyes.
He folded his arms against the edge of the pool and lay his head on them.
His face was turned so he could stare up at me.
The smirk I loved crossed his lips as he took in the state of my cock. His gaze met mine. “You okay, babe?”
I grunted then squatted, bringing myself closer to the only man who’d ever broken through my walls and managed to sear himself onto my heart. “Yeah, same old shit.” I reached out and swiped the water droplets from his bottom lip. “What about you? How long have you been out here?”
Ry stuck his tongue out and used it to pull my thumb between his plush lips. Drawing deep, he sucked hard, making my breath catch. Once he was satisfied that I was suitably affected, he let go. “I don’t know, long enough for a few laps.” He shrugged.
I snorted and shook my head. “A few. Right.” I stood up and held out my hand.
He took it without hesitation, letting me help him out of the warm water.
Once he was standing in front of me, I yanked him against my chest. Feeling his hardness rubbing against my own had my blood heating.
Lowering my mouth to his, I breathed against his lips. “Let’s go take a shower.”
Ry leaned in the last fraction of distance and bit my bottom lip, then let his tongue soothe the small sting. “Only if you wash my… back.” His hand found mine as I chuckled, and I allowed him to pull me through the pool gates and back into the house.