Chapter Two-Hundred and Twenty-Eight
Phoebe smiled as John walked down the staircase, giggling at how his hair stuck up in all directions and his jaw was darkened by thick stubble. "Good morning."
John gave a lazy wave, pouring himself a big cup of coffee and dumping a packet of sugar into it before he took a drink. "Hey." He yawned, scratching his ribs until his nails accidentally raked over a burn. "Fuck!" He winced, pressing his palm over the spot to stop the pain. "Goddamn it." He hissed, lifting his arm to get a better look at the tender scar.
Phoebe rushed to his side, pulling his hand away so that she could look at it. "Did this hurt?" She asked, touching his ribs.
He nodded, taking a breath before he started to dish up some Apple Jacks for his breakfast. "Like Hell-Fire." He sighed, glaring at the court order for a DNA test on the fridge.
Claire stepped up to the siblings, kissing John's neck and trailing her lips down to his collarbones and the hollow underneath his Adam's Apple. "Morning, Sugar." She smiled, feeling his throat vibrate as he moaned in pleasure.
He closed his eyes, moving his hands over her hips and massaging his fingers along her spine until his finger tips reached the clasp of her bra. He cracked his lips open, giving her the invite to put her tongue into his mouth.
She slipped her tongue between his lips, pushing so far into his mouth that she nearly choked him as she pushed on his soft pallet just before his throat.
He fought against her, playing with her for dominance like a cat with a mouse. He jumped back slightly as she pushed even farther into his throat, coughing as he tried to regain his breath. "Damn…" He gagged, letting her place her hands against the hard plains of his chest. "Sweets, you win." He chuckled, kissing her nose before he began to eat his breakfast and morning coffee.
Ryan sat beside John and Phoebe on the sofa, placing a few things on the coffee table. "Alright, there are a couple ways we can do these tests." He pointed to the syringes. "One in a blood draw. Or, since Phoebe hasn't eaten yet, she could to a mouth swab. But John, you already ate, and a hair or skin sample would take too long to run tests on… so, you have two options." He placed a plastic cup on the table. "Either, I take blood, or, you give them a sperm sample."
John lifted his eyes to Ryan, practically glaring at him. "You want me to jerk off."
Ryan nodded, handing John the cup. "either that, or I take blood."
John growled, taking the cup and marching up the stairs. "Stay downstairs!" He shouted, terrified that someone would walk in on him and send him into a flashback.
Claire quietly stepped to John's door, listening to see if he was still at it or just letting himself recover. She opened the door, yelping as she covered her eyes. "Sorry!" She screamed, rushing to close the door as her face turned bright pink.
He heaved a sigh, pulling his boxers up and walking over to her. "It's fine." He smiled, taking her hand and pulling it from her face. "I can't get it right now anyway." He kissed her lips, pulling her into his room and sitting on the bed beside her. "I… I think… I need to talk about it…"
She nodded, pulling him close so that he felt completely safe and like he could really talk to her. "Tell me." She whispered, kissing his ear and feeling the new earring that he'd gotten for his piercing. "I'll listen."