Chapter 3: I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.
Jon remembers being confused when he first met Colby's family. His parents are nice enough people but there's positively no resemblance between them. His mother is a beautiful woman, blonde haired and green-eyed. His father is tall and also fair-haired but with dark eyes. His brother and sister are twins who look much like his parents where he doesn't.
"I'm adopted," Colby explains in a rush when Jon's expression turns to one of confusion. "These are the only parents I've ever known."
This was almost seven months ago. And today, Colby seems frustrated by something. He invites Jon over to his apartment and is sitting on the couch, glaring at a big brown envelope on the coffee table when Jon arrives. Jon walks right in because the door is unlocked and he knows Colby doesn't mind. He sits down on the couch beside him and follows his eyes to the parcel on the table. Colby's eyes are narrowed and his arms look tense.
"Which dog shit in your Cheerios?" Jon says trying to shake some of the tension from the room.
Colby slides him a glance and he isn't amused. "I asked my parents to help me do some digging. To find out where I really come from. I thought... maybe you... fuck, I dunno. Maybe you could just be here while I look through this shit."
"Well I'm here," Jon says and shrugs. "Go ahead."
Colby blows out an irritated breath and picks up the envelope. He breaks the seal and reaches inside, pulling out a handful of documents. The first one on top is a photocopy of a paper that looks old. It's all in a different language that Jon doesn't immediately understand. But Colby does.
"This is my birth certificate," He murmurs, studying it closely. "My original one... well a copy of it. I'm from Argentina."
"No shit? Can you read that?" Jon asks.
"Yeah, mostly," Colby says. "My Spanish is a little rusty but it's good enough. Born May 28, 1986 in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Well, that's something."
"Explains why you're so fucking dark all the time," Jon jokes, smiling at Colby. "And why you're so goddamn sexy."
Colby rolls his eyes but offers a little smile. "My mother's name is Delia Lopez. My father's name is Stavros Suarez. That's a weird fucking name."
"Sounds a little Greek to me," Jon says. He stares at the paper in Colby's hands. "Maybe your Dad's half Greek or something."
Colby shrugs and sets the copy of his birth certificate aside. The next documents he lays out are copies of his adoption records. Silently, Colby reads over them for a long stretch of time, looking increasingly confused as he does.
"This just... doesn't fucking make sense," Colby mutters as he shifts through the papers. "This says, according to Iowa laws, I had to live with my parents for 180 days before they could adopt me. Fine, right? But then this says it was a private adoption."
"Why is that weird? I don't get it?" Jon asks.
"Because then that means my parents knew my birth parents and never told me," Colby says. "I didn't come from some orphanage in Argentina or some shit like that."
"Okay... that's a little weird." Jon says.
"I know," Colby shifts through the pile of papers before another one catches his eye. "Release of parental rights... it's only signed by my Dad..."
"So then your parents knew your Dad?" Jon asks, glancing at the paper. He pulls out his phone, tapping the virtual letters on its face. There's something he wants to know.
"Seems so. But then what the fuck about my Mother? Is she fucking dead or something?" Colby says, roughly running his fingers through his hair. "I guess they knew him long enough to adopt me from him..."
"Hmm, not necessarily," Jon says. He shows Colby the website he's pulled up on his phone. "Iowa adoption laws say that the birth father can anonymously surrender a newborn."
Colby pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling loudly. "So then lets try and piece this together. My Dad comes over here - to fucking Iowa of all places - from Argentina with me when I'm a baby. He surrenders me to this family and I never hear from him again. But what about my Mom?"
Jon shrugs as he looks through a few of the papers. He come across another that's written entirely in Spanish and hands it to Colby. "Can you read that?"
Colby studies it for a few moments. He struggles to keep his face neutral as he reads. "It's a release of parental rights form from Argentina. Signed by my Mom."
Jon states at Colby, watching his expression harden. Jon gets it now, why Colby wanted him to be there. "Oh fuck..."
"They just didn't want me," Colby says his voice is flat and dead sounding. "They signed me away and left me with a bunch of strangers. I was just a fucking baby. Like... what the fuck? Did he just leave me on a doorstep or something?"
"I know this isn't gonna make you feel any better. But that's a possibility. Iowa has what's called a 'safe haven' law. Which is how your birth Father could give you up when you were a baby." Jon says cautiously.
"Fuck!" Colby yells, throwing the papers down. He pushes out of his seat and starts pacing. One of his dogs follows his every move as he does, thinking he's playing until Colby shoos it away. "Why the fuck did I do this? Why the fuck did I think this was a good idea?"
"You wanted to know where you came from," Jon says, standing up and grabbing him by the shoulders. "There's nothing wrong with that. And yeah, it wasn't a good thing you found out. But at least now you know what you're made of. Where you're from."
Colby's shoulders sag and he leans his head against Jon's cheek. Jon's surprised, even a little uncomfortable with his action. "Why didn't they want me?"
Colby's voice is heartbreaking. He sounds utterly defeated and depressed. Jon's hesitant when he wraps his arms around Colby's body and pulls him close. Jon's even more surprise when he feels something wet drip down the neck of his t-shirt. Jon pulls Colby back and the younger man refuses to look at him. Jon grabs Colby by the cheeks and forces their eyes to meet and there's tears in Colby's eyes. He shoves Jon away and turns his back to him.
"Hey. This is why you wanted me here, isn't it?" Jon says.
"No. I don't know. I guess," Colby mutters, his voice is choked and sad. "I don't want you to see me fucking cry though."
Jon chuckles. "I've seen you do worse things than cry, Colby," He's surprised by the softness of his voice. Jon closes the gap between them and wraps his arms around Colby again. "I know it sucks, feeling like your parents didn't give a shit. I know how that is. I get it. I lived with my birth Mother and she couldn't give two shits less about me. So your birth parents gave you up. Maybe they had their reasons. Maybe it was for the better for you. Maybe they're shitty people. But it doesn't matter now. You know where you come from, where you were born. You can put that demon to bed."
Colby laughs and it's a harsh, bitter sound. "You know I can't do that. I can't put any of my demons to bed."
Jon sighs, his breath shifting Colby's hair. "I know. But it felt like the right thing to say."
Colby leans against Jon, trying to relax into his embrace. Jon presses his mouth against the side of Colby's neck, he sucks on the soft skin there. One of Colby's favorite spots. Colby groans softly and Jon feels some of the tension ease from his shoulders. Jon pushes his hand up Colby's shirt, sliding his palms along the expanse of his chest. Jon pinches Colby's nipples hard and tight between his fingers and Colby squirms, his breath coming out in little desperate pants. Jon nips at Colby's neck while he continues to suck on that same spot, knowing there'd be a mark there later. That's what he wanted, what he liked to do. Marking Colby up was one of Jon's favorite things, and Colby never objected.
"I know what you need," Jon whispers against the skin of Colby's neck. He hasn't let go of his nipples and pinches harder. Colby writhes and moans. "I know what you want right now."
Colby's a little bit limp when Jon releases him finally. Jon shoves him onto the couch and straddles his lap, reattaching his lips to the side of Colby's neck. Jon reaches between then, palming Colby's stiffening cock through his thin shorts. Colby groans and Jon bites at his neck again.
"Goddammit that feels so good." Colby groans.
Jon licks Colby's neck, feels the shiver go through him and laughs. "I'm hardly touching you. You need it that bad?"
Colby's breath comes out in a hot little pant as he nods. Jon shakes his head, dissatisfied, and bites him a little harder. Colby hisses but feels himself getting harder. It hurts, but in all the right ways.
"Use your words, monster," Jon breathes against his skin. "Tell me. Do you need it that fucking bad?"
"Yes. Fucking yes," Colby grinds the words out between gritted teeth, his hips shifting, trying to get closer to Jon's hand. "Please Jon. I feel so fucking empty. Help me."
Jon pulls back, looking into Colby's face. It's rare when Colby expresses things that pain him emotionally. This situation has gotten under his skin and now it's overflowing out of him. Jon studies him for a moment, his pained expression, the hurt that he tries to hide in his eyes. Another broken shard stabbing into his already scarred heart. Another disappointment to be haunted by. Jon feels something inside him crack a little bit. Seeing Colby in the wrong type of pain makes him feel angry. Suddenly he wants to hurt these people that hurt him. Jon's demon inside is awake now and it wants revenge. No one gets to hurt Colby. No one but him, and only when Colby asks for it.
"Listen to me," Jon says, running his fingers down Colby's neck. "I don't care where you come from, or who didn't want you. You are mine now. Do you hear me, Colby? You're mine and I'm not letting you go. I'll fucking rip anyone apart that hurts you."
Colby feels a swelling in his chest but isn't quite sure what the feeling is. Jon's remark is possessive and almost frightening. He should be disturbed by it but Colby finds that he likes the way it feels. It's been a long time since Colby felt really, truly wanted by anyone and he clings to the words Jon says, the way he makes him feel.
"Don't you ever fucking leave me," Colby says, meeting Jon's eyes. He feels bold and empowered by what Jon said, but still afraid. "Or I'll fucking annihilate you."
Jon grins and it's a predatory thing. "That'll never happen. But if it did, I'd love to fucking see you try."
"You know I could, Jon," Colby says lowly, his gaze unwavering as he stares at his lover. "You know what's inside me."
Jon continues to smile. He knows exactly the monster inside Colby and what it's capable of. He knows all too well what Colby's monster is capable of. Jon smiles fondly at the memory Colby's words bring up, savoring the strange way it makes him ache inside. Colby wiggles his hips underneath Jon, reminding him exactly what he started. Colby sends Jon a lecherous little smile and the blonde wastes no more time.
Jon presses his mouth against Colby's, tight and possessive as he lifts himself off of Colby's lap. Colby whines against Jon's mouth and Jon gives his thigh a warning squeeze. Jon licks Colby's lips and drops to his knees on the floor. Jon grabs the sides of Colby's shorts in both his hands and tugs at them. Colby lifts his hips and Jon yanks his shorts away, pulling them down his legs. Free from it's constraints, Colby's cock stands up straight at him, seemingly begging for attention. Jon gives it without hesitation, wrapping his lips around the head of Colby's cock, sucking hard once before swallowing it almost all the way. Colby moans above him, loud and shameless, his head lolling back against the couch. Jon wraps his fist around the base of Colby's cock, stroking as he sucks.
Colby's lost above him. Every hurt he felt melting away and the only thing he can concentrate on is the feeling of Jon's mouth around his dick. The overwhelming want to grab Jon by the hair and fuck his mouth until he cums sweeps through him and he acts on it. Colby grabs two handfuls of Jon's hair and tugs him to a stop. He knows he might catch hell for this, but he doesn't fucking care. Colby thrusts his hips up experimentally, feels Jon's growl vibrate around his cock and it makes him dizzy. Colby brushes a thumb across Jon's temple, it's meant to be comforting but Jon won't take it that way, not when Colby holds him still and shoves his cock down his throat.
He's not quite sure why Jon let's him do this, and he knows he'll eventually pay for it, but goddammit it feels so fucking good Colby just can't stop. Jon makes a few noises like he's starting to choke and Colby slows but Jon digs his fingers into Colby's calves. Colby looks down at Jon and he's staring at him, fire behind his eyes but a clear acceptance is there too. Go on, if you're gonna do it. Colby continues, thrusting his hips, shoving his cock into Jon's waiting mouth. Over and over Colby's hips move and Jon takes the length of his cock into his throat. Jon moves his hands up Colby's legs, dragging his nails down his thighs to the tops of his knees and back again. Colby gasps and moans, his hips bucking harder.
Colby's fingers tighten in Jon's hair, holding him down as far as he can get. Colby thrusts shallowly a few times and Jon groans around him, scratching at his thighs. Jon keeps scratching and scratching and sucks in his cheeks. That's what pushes Colby over the edge. He cums hard, groaning loudly and shooting into Jon's eager mouth.
Colby disentangles his fingers from Jon's hair, smiling lazily at him as he offers him a hand to get to his feet. Jon's staring at him behind a closed-mouth smile as he eases down onto the couch beside him. Jon gestures for Colby to come closer. When he does, Jon grabs Colby's cheeks in one hand, squeezing until he drops his mouth open. Jon plants an open-mouthed kiss on Colby, spitting his own load back at him. Colby sputters, not expecting it but Jon pulls away, shoving his mouth closed and he's got no other choice but to swallow it. Jon grins at him, strokes his cheek. His payback has only just begun.
