Title: Tastes of Home
Writer: Azure K Mello
Part: 17
NOTE: I haven't even watched Everwood since the middle of the third season because no one was acting like themselves.
Post Blind Faith
At dinner Jackson repeatedly stroked Ephram's arm. The dark haired boy seemed nervous now that his father was actually acknowledging that he knew about them. The slight touches seemed to calm him down immensely. Over dessert Andy said, "So, Jackson's coming here reminded me of our old Thanksgivings. And we spoke about it. Jack said he's willing to bring over some of your friends, Ephram, and whoever else we want form New York."
Delia started to bounce in her chair, "That's awesome! Is Danni gonna come? I like her."
Jackson nodded as Ephram said, "Whoa," he was slightly stunned, "that's great."
Andy nodded, "Won't that be fun?"
Everyone agreed.
Pushing Jackson against the bedroom wall, Ephram dropped to his knees and started to unzip the redhead's pants. "What are you doing?" asked Jackson with a laugh.
"Thanking you for convincing my dad about Thanksgiving."
"It was his idea," insisted Jackson.
"Liar, it's so sweet of you to give him credit."
With another huffed laugh Jackson said, "It wasn't convincing, it was only suggesting. And who needs credit when they've got their boy?" Instead of replying Ephram licked his boyfriend while keeping eye contact. Jackson thought his knees were going to give out before Ephram reached out to hold his hip and keep him upright. Staring at the supplicated boy Jackson saw love and happiness in Ephram's faced, "Missed seeing you like this," he panted.
"On my knees?" Ephram suggested as he pulled back to breathe.
"No," Jackson threaded his fingers into straight, dark hair, "happy. You look so much. . . younger."
"So," Ephram said between loving lips, "you like me looking young while you're in my mouth?"
Pulling gently at shiny locks Jackson whispered, "Pervert," with a shrug as if to say, "it's not my fault."
"Get on the bed," said Ephram as he stood on shaky legs, "I want you inside of me when you come."
The week went too quickly. Ephram felt the intense urge to cut school and gave in on Thursday. He spent the day in bed with Jackson doing schoolwork while his boyfriend made Thanksgiving arrangements. When Andy came home he asked if Ephram was sick because school had called in reference to his truancy. By that point the boys were downstairs on the couch, curled together, reading. "I have a cough?" Ephram had hazarded by way of an explanation.
"Oh I can hear it. Sounds really nasty," Andy agreed. "You'll be in on Monday though?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good boy." His dad nodded and went into the kitchen to tell Madison that he was home and she could leave.
It was decided at dinner that night that while Julia's parents, Ruth and Jacob, would come they would fly to Everwood. A few family friends were going to drive up with Ephram's friends; everything was set in motion. Ephram wasn't pleased at the prospect of having his maternal grandparents come as he remembered how poorly their last trip had turned out. But Andy had insisted that they come because it would be their chance to show Julia's parents just how functional they'd become.
"This is supposed to be fun. You won't be comfortable with them here," Ephram had protested to his father, "it won't be fun if they're here upsetting you."
"It will be," Jackson and his father had both assured him.
Now he was resting against Jackson as they, and Delia, and Andy sat in front of the television. "Who else did you invite?" he asked softly.
"All our friends. And the clique. I think everyone's excited. Chloe's mom is making that disgusting, delicious, cake, smash, fruit thing for us."
"I love that stuff!"
"Looks like yesterday's vomit tastes like heaven. Who will turn up from here?"
Shrugging Ephram said, "Nina, Sam, Madison, the Abbots will probably stop in."
"Fun," he said and then whispered directly into Ephram's ear, "and can we fuck on the dinning room table?"
Blushing deep red and looking at the screen and not his lover Ephram said, "Uh. . . not while everyone's sitting there."
With a gentle laugh Jackson stroked his boy's hair and said, "I love you too."
"Is this going to be fun?" he asked anxiously.
"Totally, Phram." He felt the urge to kiss Ephram but wasn't sure it would be appreciated as Andy was sitting in a lazy boy next to them.
"I trust you," Ephram said with a smile just before Andy informed Delia it was bedtime and Ephram sat up to hug his sister goodnight.
I know it's short, but it was the best place to break before the next chapter.
