On the drive back home, I just let Riley have time to his self in the passenger's seat. He cried a little bit more, and I wanted to comfort him but I knew it would be better if he could have just a little time alone. It was probably a good thing as well. I had a theory that scared me as to why, but there was something beyond righteous fury I had felt back there. I had managed to control myself, but I felt a poisonous, seething rage quite unlike anything I'd ever experienced. To my surprise I was still shaking with rage as I began to drive off, but fortunately quickly got over once we'd got away from Riley's house.

Once we got home, I got him to sit down and asked, "Riley, you wanna talk?"

"Jake, what's wrong with me?" he asked. "Do I really not deserve to be loved by my own dad?"

I felt like someone had punched me. "Riley, do you really need to ask that? And ask that to me of all people?"

"No, I guess I really don't."

"Is that how it always is between you and him?"

"No, definitely not. Usually he's always so proud of me, and caring and warm… I bet mom will make everything better."

I felt someone had hit me again. I highly doubted that if Riley's dad could talk to him like that because of disappointment that he would get better about it so quickly. But then again maybe Riley was right; maybe his mom would smooth things over. But I didn't want to have to tell Riley that his dad may not be swayed so easily. Maybe mom and dad could give me so advice later. Right now I decided not to give him another blow to his happiness. Maybe that made me weak and foolish. "Maybe your mom can smooth things over," I said brightly. "I don't think it'll do any good to worry about it too much now though."

He smiled, and I could tell that it was genuine. "Thanks Jake. You always know what to say to make me feel happier."

"Anytime Riley," I smiled back at him. I hugged him closely to me.

Once we parted he said, "You know what'll make me feel even better?"

"No, what?" I asked, though I had a fairly good idea.

"This," he leaned forward and kissed me softly. I was right, he did want intimacy. He wanted the love and affection that his dad had so cruelly denied him. I certainly didn't want to turn him down.

"Someone's in a better mood," I grinned and said teasingly. "Now I am too."

"I couldn't let you be left out of being happy again," Riley grinned back at me and placed another kiss on me, this one more passionate. I kissed him back and gripped his large, firm shoulders. Our kissing heated up quickly, and we battled for dominance. He won, like usual, but of course, who wouldn't mind.

So here's the deal-i-o: I eventually actually read about how doesn't allow explicit sex in their fics. So, in interest of not having my account purged or the fic deleted, I have moved all the sex scenes to my LJ, which you can find on my profile.