This is the sequel to Sleek Night! I'm soooo excited!! This is only part one, so I am going to need some reviews to put up the rest!! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own "Here (In Your Arms)" By: Hellogoodbye
Rated M: Incest, Sexual Content, Language.
Sleek Paradise
Joe's POV
I felt the sun on my face, the warmth of the sheets making me completely content as I came into consciousness. I squinted as I opened my eyes. The sun was shining threw the white window shades, making me cringe. I buried my face into my pillow and then I realized that my arm was wrapped around his waist. A smile spread across my lips as I turned my face to look at him. But that smile soon left my lips, as the blood drained from my face. My arm was draped over a white pillow that had a note folded over top of it. I pushed myself into a sitting position and hesitantly grabbed the note from the pillow. My heart skipped a beat as I read the first line,
My Dearest Joseph,
I apologize for leaving you like this. I felt that it was all I could do. I didn't tell you I was leaving because I knew you would never let me go. Tommy and I are staying at friend of mine's in Arizona. I think we need a break from 'us' for a little while. Don't worry, I will call you every day, but please don't come looking for me. I think that a little separation will be good for us, make us stronger. I know you may not understand why I had to do this but, I promise I will be back soon. I love you more than air.
Always and Forever,
Nicholas
As I read the last few sentences I felt like I was going to be sick. Nick was gone. He promised he would come back, but I was still incredibly confused. I didn't know how long I would be able to handle this. It would be just me and this boring apartment complex. I threw myself across the bed and retrieved my cell phone from the nightstand. I quickly dialed Nick's number, having a little trouble because my hands were shaking. He picked up after the second ring. "Hello?"
"Nick!" I shouted with relief.
"Hi, Baby."
"Where are you?" I asked, anxiously.
"Arizona." he sighed.
"Why?" I asked, leaning against the headboard.
"Did you get my note?"
"Yes, but I don't understand. Why did you have to go so far?"
"I was having second thoughts." he said, causing my breath to hitch in my throat.
"Second thoughts?" I gulped. "You don't love me anymore?"
"NO! Of course I love you. Did you read the letter carefully?" he said, sounding worried.
"You said, this would make us stronger."
"And," he pushed.
"Y-you love me more than air?" I guessed.
"Yes Joe." he sighed.
"Well, then come back if you love me so much. I have separation anxiety." I pleaded.
"Joe," he chuckled. "I can't, not yet."
"Why not?" I whined.
"I just got here. I promised you I would come back, didn't I?"
"Well yeah but,"
"But…I'm going to come back, Baby." he interrupted.
"But what am I supposed to do? You and Tommy are both gone."
"Joe, you have friends, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"Well there you go. I'm down here visiting Gavin and Jacob for a little while and this will give you more time to focus on work." he explained.
"I work at a restaurant." I scoffed.
"And?"
"And, I can only take so much of Larry Costello."
"You'll live." he laughed.
"I miss you." I said, sadly.
"I miss you too." he sighed. "That's why I stole your NYU sweatshirt."
"Hey! That's my favorite one!"
"Exactly."
"But you're in Arizona, you don't need a sweatshirt."
"So? You're here in spirit." I could here the smile in his tone. I gripped at the comforter, feeling the tears coming. Nick wasn't compromising when I needed him.
"I have to go, Baby." he sighed.
"What? No, not yet." I said, urgently.
"I'm sorry. I promise I will call you later, Kay?"
"Kay. I love you."
"I love you too, Joe." he said, then the line went dead. I sighed and looked out the window. What was I to do?
I never realized how dependant I was of Nick, until I could think of nothing to do. All day I cleaned laundry, watched the news and just stared blankly into space. A very productive day, right?
When I pulled a load of laundry out of the washer, I hit my hand on the shelf above, causing me to drop most of the clothing into the sink between the washer and dryer. I rubbed my hand self-consciously and then I spotted something off. I moved a few laundry detergent bottles and there it sat, covered in dust and it's previous deep romantic red had turned into a wilting mahogany. The beautiful rose I had given Nick as a gift was now wilting away, like my spirit. I didn't think I would be able to survive without Nick here. I shouldn't be so attached to him but it's hard. I love him so much, I never want to live a day without him.
The next few days were agony. I did nothing productive, except clean every piece of clothing that we own. Now I had nothing to do. I made myself a bagel and I spread cream cheese on it as slow as possible, hoping to pass a good amount of time. Once the bagel was perfectly covered in cream cheese I ate it carefully and slowly.
My next activity was skimming through the contacts on my cell phone, hoping to find someone I could hang out with so I could get my mind off of Nick.
Austin…out of town.
Abbey…haven't spoken to in years
Bill…who the hell is that?
Cindy…probably screwing Kevin
Gavin…keeping Nick away from me
Jacob…having a good time with Nick
Kevin…HA! Not going to happen
Larry Costello…Ewe no.
Maurice…most likely busy
Mom…yeah right!
Nick…*sniff*
Rob…working
Sam…maybe
Steven…out of town
Tanya…
Victoria…creepy ex-girlfriend
I scanned my contacts twice before I found only one person I could call, Sam. So I dialed her number and it went to her voice mail, so I left a message.
"Hey Sam, this is Joe. I hope I'm not calling at a bad time. I was wondering if you have any plans today. Nick and Tommy went on vacation, so I'm here alone. Let me know if you can hang out. Bye." I ended the call and sat down in the recliner in the living room.
I grabbed the remote from the side table and turned on the television. I had no desire to watch T.V. but it was all I could do. I flipped through a few channels and then turned off the television. I stared out the window for I don't know how long until my phone rang. I flipped open the screen and the name Sam, flashed on the screen. I hit the talk button and Sam said hello before I had a chance to.
"Hi Sam, thanks for calling back." I said.
"Oh, no problem. So what are we going to do today?" she asked.
"Really? You're not busy?" I asked, excitedly.
"No, actually I'm really happy you called. I have nothing to do." she sighed.
"Yeah, me either."
"So, what were you planning on doing?"
"Uh…well I hadn't really thought about that. Is there something you want to do?"
"Anything."
"Um…"
"How about a movie?" she asked, saving me.
"Sure, how about I meet you there and we can decide what we want to see then." I suggested.
"O.k. See you there." she answered.
"Bye." I said, but she had already hung up. I raced into my bedroom, slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans and a purple dress shirt. I pulled on a pair of black converse, grabbed my keys from my dresser and ran out the door.
Nick's POV
Arizona. It's so different from New York. It's definitely warmer here, dryer, and boring. Gavin lives about 2 hours outside of Phoenix and there is absolutely nothing to do.
I used to go to school with Gavin and he was one of my best friends. But, his parents had to move out to Arizona for work. We have kept in touch and our friendship hasn't changed. One thing has changed about Gavin, that in my case is a good thing. He's gay. His boyfriend, Jacob, lives with him and Jacob has also become one of my closest friends.
Gavin is my one and only friend who knows about my life. He knows about Tanya and her death. He knows about Rick and what he did to my family. He is also the only person, besides Kevin, who knows about my relationship with Joe. He took the situation a lot differently than Kevin did. He is very supportive and he says exactly what Joe tells me everyday, Love is Infinite.
I was sitting on Gavin's deck, enjoying the sun, when Tommy jumped into my lap.
"Daddy," he whined. "I miss Joey."
"I miss Joey, too." I sighed.
"I want to go home." he frowned.
"I know, Buddy. But we can't for a few weeks."
"How long is that?" he asked.
"A long time." I said, repositioning him in my lap, so I could hold him.
"But, I want Joey, now."
"Me too, Buddy." I sighed, pulling him closer.
We sat in silence for about ten minutes before I could feel the heat closing my eyelids. I looked down at Tommy and he was already asleep, one of his little hands gripping my shirt. I leaned my head back and let my muscles relax, closing my eyes.
"Nick?" someone asked, nudging my shoulder. I forced my eyelids open and looked up to see Gavin smiling down at me.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Do you want to come in for dinner?" he asked.
"Dinner? What happened to lunch?"
"You slept through lunch." he laughed.
"Are you serious? How long have I been asleep?" I asked, worried.
"About six hours."
"SIX HOURS!" I shouted, sitting up.
"Hey that's what Arizona does to you." he shrugged. I stood up and Gavin escorted me back into his condo. Jacob and Tommy were already sitting down at the round table in the kitchen, waiting to eat. I sat down next to Tommy and Gavin sat next to Jacob, who kissed him on the cheek. Gavin's long blonde hair didn't hide the fact that he blushed when Jacob did so. I watched them interlace their fingers, resting their conjoined hands on the table. I guess they caught me staring because they quickly released their hands.
"Sorry." Jacob apologized, with a worried tone.
"Oh no. Please go ahead, I just miss Joe." I admitted.
"Oh." Gavin sighed, as he reconnected his hand with Jacob's.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Jacob asked.
"Not right now." I sighed.
"Maybe later?" he asked.
"Sure." I said, picking up my fork and stabbing a piece of chicken.
I zoned out during dinner, only thinking about Joe and how much I missed him. I didn't realize how bad of an idea this was until now. We obviously both needed each other more than we thought. I was beginning to have that separation anxiety that Joe claimed he had this morning.
"Nick?" I heard a muffled voice speak.
"NICK!" Jacob yelled.
"Huh?" I snapped my head up and stared at him.
"Are you alright? I have been calling your name." he asked and I realized that the table was empty, except for my plate.
"Oh," I gasped, looking at the table.
"Are you o.k.?" he asked, sitting down across from me.
"Not really." I sighed.
"Can we talk about it?"
"I'm worried." I started.
"About what?" he asked, leaning towards me.
"Me and Joe."
"Why? Are you worried it's not working?"
"Absolutely not! I don't think we have ever been closer."
"Well then what's bothering you?"
"I have been having this dream lately. You know…the kind where you wake up sweating and breathing like you just ran a marathon."
"Sure,"
"Well, it's me and Joe in New York. At first it's fine and then everyone we know is there and chasing us, like a big mob chasing rabid vampires or something."
"O.k." he chuckled.
"I'm worried that is going to happen. That people are going to find out about us and want to kill us." I cringed.
"No one is going to kill you, Nick."
"Not me, but at the end of my…nightmare, Joe gets killed." I said, feeling my forehead mold into deep creases.
"That won't happen, Nick."
"But, are relationship is like illegal, isn't it? Brothers shouldn't be together."
"But you two are and it shouldn't matter. You two love each other, correct?"
"More than anything." that was a rhetorical question but I still answered.
"Then whoever hates you for loving each other, can just go screw themselves." he said, angrily.
"Thanks, Jake. I think?" I said, making him laugh.
"Hey, I speak my mind." he smiled.
"Which isn't always a good thing." Gavin added, walking into the kitchen. He placed his hands on Jacob's shoulders and looked down at me with a worried stare.
"Are you alright?"
"Better." I sighed.
"Good. So, do you want to go golfing tomorrow?" Gavin asked, squeezing Jacob's shoulders.
"Uh, sure." I nodded.
A couple hours later, I was lying in Gavin's guestroom, staring at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep, knowing that Joe wasn't lying next to me. I wanted his arms around my waist, my back against his chest, his chin on my shoulder. I wanted to feel warm and comfortable, but he wasn't here to give me those things. I was warm, wrapped in the blankets, but I was uncomfortable, feeling vulnerable. Then, my phone vibrated on the nightstand, making me jump. I grabbed it off the nightstand and flipped open the screen. The name Joe flashed on the screen.
"Hello?" I whispered, not wanting to disturb Gavin and Jacob.
"Y-you d-didn't call." he stuttered.
"Baby, are you crying?" I asked, quickly sitting up.
"N-n-no." he sniffed.
"I'm so sorry I didn't call, I forgot."
"Y-you forgot about me?" he whispered.
"No, baby. I mean I forgot to call. I thought about you all day." I rushed, trying to comfort him.
"Oh…I thought about you all day too." he said, his voice cracking.
"So, what did you do today? Anything exciting?" I asked, hoping to easily change the subject.
"I think I washed every piece of clothing that we own."
"Oh Really?" I chuckled. Typical Joe.
"But, I went to the movies with Sam."
"What did you see?"
"I don't know. I let her choose and I was too distracted to watch the movie."
"Joe," I sighed. "Why are we having such a hard time with this?"
"We?" he asked.
"You have no idea. I zoned out during dinner and I slept for six hours, skipping lunch, because I didn't get any sleep. I miss you."
"Then come back, please." he pleaded.
"Joe, I can't. I need this to work."
"Why? I can't stand you being away from me. I want you here." I could hear the tears coming again.
"I-I have been having…a dream lately." I said, twisting one of my curls that hung in my face. "I have had it every night for a week now. Joey, I'm scared. I don't want this nightmare to come true. I Don't Want To Loose You." I said, my voice raising with every sentence.
"You can't loose me, Nick. I would never, ever leave you."
"I know you wouldn't but, someone else might take you from me."
"Who Nick?"
"Everyone."
"What?"
"Everyone, Joe. If someone didn't think our relationship was right, they could take you away." I whispered, tears trickling down my cheeks.
"No one could ever take me away from you, Nick."
"But, in my…nightmare, they did. We were running away, but you stopped and walked away from me, protecting me an-and they killed you." I cried.
There was a long silence, just listening to each others uneven breathing.
"Is that why you left me?"
"I didn't leave you." I quickly stated.
"But you left. You left me here alone."
"Yes, Baby. I did leave you because of my nightmare, but that's only because I don't want it to come true."
"Why would going to Arizona solve any of this?"
"I don't know. It sounded like a good idea a few days ago."
"Well, it's not. Do you see what it has done to us? Sleepless nights, distracted mornings. You can't honestly believe that this was a good idea."
"It wasn't." I sighed.
"Then come back! I'm begging you! Please!" he pleaded.
"But I can't yet. My plane tickets are for next week."
"I'll buy you new ones, for tomorrow." he offered.
"You know you don't have that kind of money."
"I would spend everything I had to have you here." he said, in a serious tone.
"Joey, just wait a week. You'll be fine, I promise. I know it's going to be hard but please try, for me."
"I'll try." he sighed.
"I have to get some sleep, Baby. I'm going golfing tomorrow." I said, sadly.
"Kay. I should probably get some sleep too. Have fun tomorrow. I love you."
"I love you," "More than air." Joe added.
"Yep." I chuckled.
"Promise you'll call after golf?"
"I promise."
"Kay. Bye."
"Bye." I sighed, closing my phone. I set my phone back on the nightstand and sunk into the bed. I took one last look at my phone before I finally closed my eyes and fell asleep.
Sam's POV
I sat in my apartment, head resting in my hands, elbows on the kitchen table, staring at my cell phone. I wanted someone to call, to pull me out of my boredom.
"Mommy! Mommy!" Jillian shouted from the living room. I looked up as she came sprinting into the kitchen.
"Yes Jillie?" I asked, keeping my head in my hands.
"Can I have some juice?" she asked, bouncing up and down, her brown hair swinging from side to side.
"Sure, honey." I stood up and shuffled to the refrigerator, pulling out the bottle of apple juice. Jillian tugged on my pant leg, so I looked down. She was stretching up on her toes to hand me her sippy cup. I took it from her and poured the apple juice into it. I put the lid back on and handed it back to her. When she ran out of the kitchen my phone started to ring.
"I like, where we are.
When we drive in your car.
I like where we are,
Here."
I ran the close distance from the counter to the table and yanked my phone from the table. I flipped open the screen and the name Joe flashed on the screen. I felt a rush of excitement surge through my body as I opened the text.
Joe:
You, Sleek Night, 20 minutes
A squeal escaped my throat as I read the text. I have a huge crush on Joe, it was almost overwhelming. I tried to hide it as best as I could, but when he's shirtless, like last week, I go insane! It's like my mind is some rabid animal that was just released from its cage. But, I do my best to control my thoughts because I love hanging out with him, I don't want to scare him with my fantasies.
I ran out of the kitchen and down the hall to my bedroom where I quickly turned on my curling iron, laid out my make-up and grabbed a blue dress from my closet.
"Where we goin' mommy?" Jillian asked, walking into my room.
"You're going to Katie's and I'm going out with Joey."
"YAY!" she shouted, running from my room.
It only took me a mere 15 minutes to curl my hair into bouncy ringlets, apply make-up, jewelry, my dress and heels. I was very impressed with how fast I did all of that without injuring myself. I grabbed my small clutch, stuffed my cell phone and 20 dollars into it and snapped the clasp shut. I walked into the living room, where Jillian was already waiting by the door. I grabbed my car keys and we walked out the door.
I dropped Jillian off at Katie's and drove to the hottest club in town. It was already 7pm and there were people lined up to get inside. I found a parking spot a little ways down the street and then pulled out my phone to call Joe.
"Hey, Babe!" he answered, making my cheeks start to burn.
"Hi, Joe." I said, shyly. "I'm here."
"I know." he chuckled.
"How?"
"Look to your left." I turned my head and there Joe stood, staring back at me from the other side of my window. He was wearing a black dress shirt and white skinny jeans. Oh how God has blessed me and this gorgeous man.
"Are you going to get out of the car?" he spoke into the phone.
"Oh no, I was just going to sit here all night." I teased.
"Awe, that's too bad." he frowned. I opened my door and he flipped his phone shut, stuffing it in his pocket. I opened my clutch and stuffed my phone in. Then, his hand was in front of my face.
"My Lady." he smiled. I took his hand and he helped me out of my car. He kicked my door shut and then pulled me to his side, placing his hand on the small of my back. He escorted me to the door, passing a line of waiting people.
"Mo." Joe nodded to the security guard. The man nodded back and opened the door for us. I just about keeled over when I felt Joe slide his hand from my back to grab my hand, pulling me through the crowd. I could get used to this.
An hour into our night at the club, I went to the restroom to make sure I still looked decent. My hair was still in perfect ringlets, but my eyeliner was smudged, so I ran my finger under my eyes a few times. I walked back into the club, hoping to see Joe waiting for me outside the door, but he wasn't there. I looked around nervously for him but I couldn't find him. I was really scared, I never went out to clubs anymore. Ever since the incident with Jillian's father, I never went out at night. But, I felt comfortable with Joe around, until now when I couldn't find him and I started to receive stares from other men. I tried to keep my head down as I walked back into the crowd of people. Then, the crowd started moving towards the bar. People started chanting and I was getting bumped into as people started jumping.
"JOE! JOE! JOE!" the people chanted. I figured it was a different Joe because I had never seen Joe drink before. But, once I reached the front of the crowd, the sight I saw made me cringe. Joe was standing up on the counter chugging a huge beer. My mouth dropped open as I stared up at him. As he gulped down the last of the beer he threw the glass down at the counter, shattering it. Shards flew into the crowed and I shielded my eyes. This wasn't the Joe I knew.
"Hey, sexy." he yelled. I looked up and he was staring down at me. He jumped down from the counter and stumbled towards me. He forcefully grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the crowd.
"Isn't she sexy?" he shouted to the crowd, pointing at me. A loud roar of whistles and hoots and hollers filled the club. I looked up at Joe with pleading eyes and I watched as a sly grin spread across his lips. His eyes weren't their regular deep melted chocolate either, they were a glazed milk chocolate and it frightened me. He was drunk beyond drunk, now I had no protection. It wasn't like Joe to go out and get drunk, something must be bothering him.
I twisted my wrist in his hand and grabbed onto his, pulling him in front of me. I put my other hand on his shoulder and shoved him through the crowd, towards the door. People were giving him high fives and others were shouting sex requests like,
"Fuck his lights out, Baby!," "He likes it rough!," and "Go crazy on his ass!"
I pushed him harder towards the door, as I started getting slapped on the ass. Then I shoved him into the door and he fell down on the side walk. The security guard picked him up by the shoulders and made sure Joe was steady before he let go.
"Gees, Joe. What have you been doing?" he asked.
"D-rink-in." Joe slurred, swaying back and forth.
"Nick won't be very happy with you."
"SHUT UP!" Joe screamed, causing him to fall to his knees.
"W-what's going on?" I asked.
"He's not supposed to be drinking." the guard said. "And he knows that." he said, throwing his words at Joe.
"Shut Up Maurice!" Joe yelled.
"Maybe you should take him back home before he gets violent."
"Violent?" I cringed.
"No, no. Not with you. I promise, that won't happen. Just get him home before he causes trouble." Maurice instructed, pulling Joe to his feet again. I grabbed Joe around the waist and he slummed against my side.
"Good Luck." Maurice nodded.
"Thanks." I said, dragging Joe towards my car. I got him in the backseat and I pulled the seatbelt across his waist. As I drove Joe back to his apartment, he fell asleep. His head was resting on the window so I did my best not to hit too many potholes. When we were finally at his apartment, it was about 10pm. I helped him through the door and almost dropped him in the entry. We got to the couch and then he fell onto the black cushions. I pulled off his shoes and draped a blanket over his shoulders. I found a small waste basket in the laundry room and set it next to the couch before I left.
This happened every night for the next four days. I would get a call from Maurice, drive to Sleek Night, drive Joe's drunken body home, take off his shoes, cover him with a blanket and leave a waste basket by the couch. But, tonight I was going to stay with him. I needed to make sure he didn't go out again because he kept getting sick. Maurice also said that he may have gotten into some heroin and I wasn't going to let him do that again.
I slept in his bedroom while he was passed out on the couch. This was going to be a long night.
Nick's POV
Finally, I was home. Sweet, sweet New York. I pulled into the parking lot at the Bushnell Plaza and let out a sigh. I could finally see Joe again. Leaving him wasn't my best plan but, I think it showed how much we love each other and how much we need each other.
I carried three duffle bags up to our apartment with Tommy trailing behind me. He had a backpack on his back and his blanket cradled to his face. It was only 7am so he was still very tired. I opened the door to our apartment and dropped the bags in the entry. Tommy walked up next to me and leaned on my leg. I bent down and picked him up. He nuzzled his face into my neck as I closed the door.
Joe was lying on the couch, shirtless and had a blanket wrapped around his waist. There was a trash can next to the couch and a glass of water on the side table. Just as I was about to take a step, a girl walked into the room. She had blonde, wavy hair and she was only wearing a tank top and boy shorts. What has he done?
The girl bent down next to Joe, brushing the hair from his face and tucking it behind his ear. As she started rubbing his back, Joe opened his eyes. A smile spread across his lips, making my stomach flip. I felt the tears start to form in my eyes. Did he cheat on me?
Then, the girl stood up, turning towards me. When our eyes locked, she jumped back and tripped over a rug, falling on her back. Joe immediately sat up and looked at her stunned face. He cautiously turned his head and when he was finally looking at me, he started shaking.
"N-nick?" he asked, but I only nodded. I couldn't speak, too many thoughts were rushing through my head.
"What have you done?" I whispered, tightening my arms around Tommy.
"Nothing good." he sighed.
"What did you do, Joseph?" I demanded, getting angry.
"You'll hate me." he said, avoiding eye contact.
"Just tell him." the girl encouraged.
"Shut Up!" I yelled. She looked up at me with wide eyes and wrapped her arms around her knees.
"Nick, be nice." Joe said.
"Be Nice? What Did You Do?" I yelled, feeling myself start to lose the battle against my tears.
"Nick, don't yell at me." Joe cringed.
"Did you have sex with her, Joe? Could you not handle yourself? What is wrong with you? I thought you l-" I stopped, fearing I would say too much.
"NICK! I didn't have sex!" he yelled. "I would never do that to you-to us." he whispered, tears running freely down his cheeks.
"Then what happened?" I asked, stepping into the living room.
"I-I…I got drunk." he whispered. "Every night."
"Then why is she here, Joe? Did you have sex with her and not know it?"
"STOP WITH THE SEX! I didn't have sex! I wouldn't have sex! STOP!" he screamed.
"Sorry. Just help me understand."
"She was here helping me. When I would get drunk she would drive me home."
"I stayed over last night because he was starting to get sick." the girl added.
"Well…I feel like an ass."
"YOU ARE AN ASS!" Joe yelled.
"Daddy…why is Joey yelling." Tommy asked, wrapping his arms around my neck.
"Nice Job. You scared him, Joe." I shook my head, rubbing Tommy's back. Joe jumped off the couch and came up to me, taking Tommy from my arms.
"I'm sorry, Bud." he said, hugging Tommy to his chest.
"I miss Joey." Tommy said.
"I missed you too, both of you." Joe said, tears running down his cheeks again. I pulled him into a hug and inconspicuously kissed his neck.
"I'm sorry I freaked out. It just…didn't look like…never mind." I sighed.
"It's o.k. Just don't yell at me like that again."
"I promise."
Joe's POV
Nick was finally back in my arms. I felt a huge weight lift from my shoulders when I saw him standing in the doorway. All of that stupid drinking was because he wasn't here. I feel like an idiot for breaking my promise. I promised him I wouldn't drink again because of what happened with Tanya. Drinking just doesn't solve anything.
"That girl is still here." Nick whispered.
"Her name is Sam." I corrected. Nick pulled out of the hug and looked at me with wide eyes.
"What?" I asked.
"That's Sam? The girl who's in love with you?"
"Yeah." I chuckled.
"She's hot. If you won't give her a chance, I will." he said, resulting in me punching him in the stomach.
"Kidding." he laughed. I turned around and Sam was still sitting on the floor with wide eyes.
"Sammy? It's o.k. Nick won't kill you." I chuckled. She nodded and slowly stood up. Then, Nick walked past me, towards Sam, with a huge smile on his face. When he was a few feet from her he pulled back his hand like he was going to hit her and she cringed.
"Nice to meet you, Sam." he smiled, holding out his hand. Sam opened one eye and looked down at his hand. She relaxed and shook his hand. Then, Nick yanked her hand and pulled her against his chest. He sunk his lips into her forehead and I thought Sam's knees were going to buckle. When Nick released her, she stumbled backwards.
"Thanks for taking care of Joe." Nick said, his face was serious now. Sam just nodded and then walked into my room, probably to get dressed.
"You're messing with her head, Nicholas." I chuckled.
"It's fun." he smiled. As Nick started walking towards me, Sam came running out of the bedroom. She was fully dressed and carrying a duffle bag. She just about plowed through the door before even opening it.
"Bye Sam." I called after her, but she was already gone. Then, I realized I was still holding Tommy. His body was limp in my arms, his face buried in my neck. I stumbled down the hall towards his room, feeling the side affects of my late night drinking. Then, I felt Nick's arms wrap around my waist.
"Nicky? You are just going to make this more difficult." I sighed.
"Here…let me put him in bed." he said, releasing my waist. "Go to our room and I will be there in a minute." he instructed, taking Tommy from my arms.
"Kay." I sighed, turning and walking back down the hall. I crossed the living room, nearly running into a wall. I safely made it into our bedroom and crawled under the covers, sinking into the mattress. A few minutes later, I heard the door close and the bed shifted.
"Hello, Beautiful." Nick chuckled, laying one arm over my waist and pulling me closer to him.
"Hi." I said, turning my head to face him.
"How are you feeling? I don't need to go get a bucket, do I?" he asked, worriedly.
"No." I chuckled. "I think it's passed. I feel a lot better now that you're here."
"Well, that's good news." he smiled. "That means I can do this," Nick sat up and swung his leg over my waist and laid down on top of me, wrapping his arms around me.
"Feeling any better now?" he smirked.
"A bit, but I know something that would make me feel better." I smirked back.
"Oh really, and what would that be, my king?"
"This," I said, gripping his shoulders and shifting my weight, rolling us over, so I was on top.
"You know, you are a very controlling king." Nick smiled.
"Why thank you, young peasant." I said, in my best British accent.
"Peasant? Ewe." he cringed.
"You better like your ranking or I will banish you from the kingdom."
"Yes, your hinnies." Nick said, closing his eyes. I eased down on top of him and rested my chin in the middle of his chest, staring up at him.
"I'm sorry I went to Arizona." he whispered, running his fingers through my hair.
"Why? You got to see Gavin and Jacob. I didn't die." I chuckled.
"Yeah but I missed you and I left you here, vulnerable. I shouldn't have done that."
"So, are you going to get me a babysitter or a man-sitter?"
"No, because I'm never leaving you like that again."
"Good." I sighed, resting my cheek on his chest and wrapping my arms tighter around his waist. We laid like this for a long time, just listening to each others breaths, Nick running his fingers through my hair. Then, I started to smell something off. Something different, yet extravagant. Delicious, yet intoxicating.
"Nicholas? What is that?" I asked, breathlessly.
"Hmm?" he asked, twisting a few strands of my hair around his finger.
"That smell." I said, taking in a deep breath.
"Oh, that." he chuckled. "It's my new cologne."
"Cologne? I didn't know something could smell that amazing." I sighed.
"Yeah, Gavin gave it to me. He said it drives Jacob crazy."
"Well, it's working. I have officially gone crazy." I said, returning my gaze back to Nick.
"That's good. I'll have to call Gavin and tell him." he smiled.
"Kay, but not now." I husked, scooting up his body so I could kiss him.
Our lips were finally together again. It felt like they were supposed to be there, they belonged together just like Nick and I. Our tongues met together in his mouth, dancing over each other. I rubbed my hands over his chest and pulled at the hem of his shirt. Nick bucked his hips and I knew that was a signal to get the damn shirt off of him. It only took me a few seconds to get both mine and Nick's shirts off, warm skin against warm skin.
An hour or so later, I was leaning up against the headboard with my head resting on the wall. Nick's legs were wrapped around my waist and we were both only in our boxer-briefs. His lips were attached to my neck, trying to suck the life out of me. I did my best to keep myself from releasing the moans that so eagerly wanted to escape my throat. I was putty in his hands, he could do anything he wanted to me and I wouldn't care. My hands were at his hips and Nick's hands were in my hair. If this is what I get when Nick comes home from vacation, he should go on vacation more often.
"Nick." I said, breathlessly. "Nick stop." I was starting to go insane. I squeezed his sides, trying to stop him, but it didn't work.
"Nicky Stop." I said, a bit louder. His head snapped up and he stared at me.
"Did I hurt you? What happened?" he asked, frantically.
"Nothing, but you are driving me past insane." I laughed. He smiled back at me and I saw a hint of pink caress his cheeks. Then, he slid his hands from my hair, down my neck, along the plains of my chest, to my waist, his eyes following his hands. Then, he wrapped his arms around my neck and planted his lips into the line of my jaw. I put my hands on the small of his back and pulled him as close as I possibly could. Then, I sat up on my knees and placed Nick down on his back, in front of me. I crawled on top of him, as a sly grin spread across his lips. I lowered my head to his chest and let my lips linger over the skin, causing a deep, sexy moan to escape from Nick's throat. I let my lips sink into the velvet skin of his chest. I placed light kisses up his chest, to his neck, where I eased down on top of him. Nick started to get very noisy. Moans and gasps escaping his lips as I did things to him that I knew were driving him crazy. Then, I dared a move that could either make this so much better or completely ruin everything. I rolled my hips deep into his, eliciting the most delicious sound from Nick. I felt something trigger in my head and a spasm of lust shot through my body. I immediately gripped the waistband of his boxer-briefs, ready to rip them from his body, when Nick whimpered one of the saddest sounds I had ever heard. I released the fabric from my hands and ran my fingers through my hair.
"I'm sorry, I thought you…I thought…" I struggled.
"I do want this, Joe." Nick husked, sending another spasm to shoot through the entire length of my body.
"Then, why-"
"Tommy is here. We really need to be watching him. I don't want to do this if he's home." he said, placing his hands on my hips.
"Alright." I agreed, placing my hands over his. We got up and got dressed again.
When we walked into Tommy's room he was sitting at his little desk, scribbling on a piece of paper.
"Up already?" I asked. He spun around in his chair and smiled cheerily at me.
"What are you coloring?" Nick asked.
"Pretty picture." he smiled even wider, if that was possible.
"Can we see?" Nick asked, taking a step towards Tommy.
"Only Joey." he said, protectively putting his hands over the picture on his desk.
"Well, I see who's Tommy's favorite." Nick scoffed.
"Oh you'll get over it." I smiled, walking up to Tommy. I bent down next to him and ruffled his curly, brown hair.
"Secret." Tommy whispered.
"Kay." I whispered back, playing along. Tommy picked up the piece of paper and held it out to me, making sure Nick couldn't see. One look at the scribbles and I knew this wasn't good. His picture was almost too vivid for a three year old. It wasn't an awful drawing but what the picture was portraying was awful. I could tell Nick was getting impatient, he must have seen my reaction. I had inhaled too quickly and I was starting to feel light headed. I eased down into a sitting position and looked up at a smiley Tommy, with worried eyes. He obviously didn't know what he was drawing because this wasn't something anyone should be drawing.
"N-Nick." I managed to choke out. He started to walk towards me as I stared at the picture. But he didn't get two feet before Tommy ripped the picture from my hands.
"Only Joey." he frowned.
"But, Daddy wants to see." Nick said, anxiously taking another step.
"No." Tommy said, his forehead creasing. I finally regained my composure and stood up.
"Alright, you go back to coloring, Bud." I said, pushing Nick out of the room. I lifted Nick up and slung him over my shoulder. I jogged into the kitchen and sat him on the counter.
"What the hell?" he laughed.
"Nick, we have to stop." I choked on the words.
"Stop what?" he frowned.
"Everything." I said, straining my voice. I was surprised I got this out.
"Joe, what do you mean?" he asked, taking my face in his hands.
"We can't…we…shouldn't be 'us' anymore." I whispered, my voice cracking.
"What?" he asked, frantically.
"Nick…Tommy saw us." I said, watching hot tears run down Nick's cheeks.
"What do you mean, Joe? I don't like it when you talk like this." he cried.
"The picture…was of us…together."
"So? He loves us." he said, running his thumbs over my cheeks, not releasing my face from his grasp.
"He drew us…together…being incestuous." Nick's entire expression changed at my last words and his eyes glazed over.
"D-do you think he has…others." Nick asked, his expression distant.
"Maybe." I didn't want to admit it but, we have done things while Tommy was home before.
"Joe, I don't want to lose you over this. We'll just be more careful." Nick said, worriedly. He wasn't distant anymore, he was looking me straight in the eye. He jumped off the counter and immediately wrapped his shaking arms around my waist. I held his head to my chest and put my face in his hair, taking in his gorgeous scent. For some reason, this relaxed me and I leaned back against the refrigerator.
"I don't want to lose you either, Nick, but we can't do anything around Tommy anymore."
"Absolutely nothing." Nick agreed, gripping himself as close as he could to me.
Two Months later, in the brisk New York City winter. I was sitting on the kitchen counter, a blanket wrapped tightly around my shoulders, with a cup of coffee in my hands. I brought my warm cup of coffee to my lips and just as I took a sip, Nick came sprinting into the kitchen.
"JOE!" Nick yelled. He was going to fast to stop on the slippery linoleum floor so he ended up sliding across the floor and ramming into the wall. I just about choked to death on my coffee as he crashed to the floor. I set my cup on the counter and jumped to my feet, letting the blanket drop from my shoulders.
"Nick!" I said, hurrying to his side where he had his hands overlapped on his forehead.
"Never again." he groaned.
"Why did you just run full speed into the wall?" I chuckled.
"It's not funny, I didn't know I was going too fast. I just got too excited."
"Obviously." I said, helping him to his feet.
"Kay, so I have the perfect idea." Nick said, excitedly.
"What?"
"You, Me and Tommy all go to Arizona." he smiled.
"And, why is this such an amazing idea?" I asked.
"Because, we can leave Tommy with Gavin and Jacob. Then, we could have our own vacation." he smirked. It took me a minute to comprehend what he was saying but once I figured it out I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him tight against my chest.
"Did I ever tell you I loved you?" I asked, pecking his lips.
"Once or twice." he smiled.
"But wait, where are we going to go? Arizona is boring." I said, loosening my grip on his waist.
"The coast isn't." Nick smirked. He was very happy with himself today, it made me laugh.
"I like this." I smiled, kissing Nick on the cheek.
"Huh?"
"You're happy."
"I like it too." he said and then pressed his lips to mine in a blissful kiss.
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