3: The Uncle's Request

Zeke had grown to look forward to the weekends, mainly because it meant he had the house to himself. It was relaxing to sit in the silence at times and it was nice to know that when he and Jay got down they didn't have to worry about how loud they became. At times, he felt like they were married seeing as how they shared his house when they were alone. They'd do lots of house related things together from cooking to hosting a movie night with their friends.

Come Saturday morning, the pair found themselves cleaning up after the party. They were more silent than usual and Zeke felt a hint of tension from Jay. No doubt she was still affected from what happened last night with Uncle Earl. Repetitively, Zeke had asked her if she was really okay and she'd reply with a curt, "Fine."

Her tone and her demeanor told Zeke she needed some alone time. He just hoped she wasn't remembering what happened like he was. His blood boiled as he recalled seeing Earl corner Jay and lift her skirt. He had stood in a blind rage and stormed into the kitchen, yanking him away as he was starting to pull down her top. Again, he wished he could have thrown a few more punches to relieve his fury.

I need a drink.

Just thinking about it made him uneasy and he went to his fridge to pull out one of the beers from last night. After taking a swig, Jay snaked her hand along his, taking the bottle from him.

"That's not necessary yet, is it?" she read the label and set the bottle aside.

"For me it is," he grunted.

Jay could see he was feeling upset because of her. She stood in front of him, leaning against his body, and she brought her hands up to his neck. "Babe, I'm fine. He didn't do anything to me. He just grossed me out."

Zeke sighed and brought his hands around her hips. "I'm pissed that I didn't take care of you properly. And that I didn't knock the fuck out of him. He deserved way more than a stupid punch."

Jay chuckled softly and kissed his cheek. "I love how I feel safe when I'm with you. The second you pulled him away, I was relieved you know. You were like, my knight in shining armor or something."

Zeke smiled. "I'm hardly a knight. If anything I'd want to be a mercenary. Or a thief."

"MY mercenary slash thief." Jay kissed his lips and went back to cleaning. "Come on, let's finish this so we can relax the rest of the day."

It took about two hours to clean everything and sanitize it and they ordered a pizza when they were done. While they ate, they attempted to watch a movie but their cuddling turned into something more intense and Zeke picked his girlfriend up, carrying her to his bedroom.

He kissed her neck and she laughed, "Wait, the pizza!"

"Forget the pizza, we'll order more if we get hungry."

Zeke slammed his bedroom door shut behind him in case his father came back; the last thing anyone needed was another awkward situation.

Based on Jay's physical responses Zeke's intuition told him she needed to be treated gently or at least...they needed to start off that way. Her eyes gleamed softly but he also detected something else. Urgency? When he was younger, Zeke remembered learning about rape victims and how they felt...dirty, guilty and disgusted after the experience was over. Although Jay wasn't raped, he wouldn't have been surprised if she was harboring the same emotions.

Zeke entered slowly and used his whole length each time he pulled out. When they started having sex, she confessed she enjoyed it when they went nice and easy. It was the complete opposite with Zeke, but it was probably like that with all couples. The only sounds in his room was his creaking bed and her quiet gasps. She placed a hand behind his neck and kissed him softly.

"I love you," she whispered in his ear when she pulled away.

Zeke looked her in the eyes, smiling softly. "I love you too."

They spent the next hour and a half messing around until they were too tired to keep going. Propped up against his backboard, Zeke stroked Jay's hair repeatedly. They found that it was comforting for them both, but Zeke liked it especially when they weren't clothed. It was probably because nakedness was a sign of vulnerability and the fact they both snuggled together with nothing on showed trust. Jay chuckled lightly and snuggled closer to her boyfriend. "I don't know how I became lucky enough to catch you."

Zeke grinned. "I should be saying that about you. You're just…so perfect."

Jay sat up and met his steel blue eyes. She used her hand to stroke his messy hair back gently. "No, not perfect. But perfect for you. Just as you're perfect for me. Everything about you…It's like you were hardwired specifically for me, hon. And you have no clue how grateful I am that I met you."

She kissed his forehead and whispered, "You're mine."

She rolled to the side and reached down for Zeke's shirt. "I'm getting the pizza. Want a slice?"

He watched her throw it on and smiled. "Wait, wait, wait. Come here."

"Zeke, no. I know what you're going to say," she laughed.

He paid no mind and wrapped his arm around her waist, dragging her back to his side.

"Zeke, I'm hungry. Let me go get the pizza box."

The biker pinned her arms above her head and stared down at his shirt. "You look—"

"I look good in your shirts, I know," Jay interrupted with a giggle. With his free hand, Zeke fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, which just barely covered the top part of her thighs.

"Just one more time," Zeke said in between kisses. "Then we can eat."

The kissing was getting intense and she was beginning to breathe harder. "Fine."

A clatter in the kitchen made them stop. They stayed quiet until they heard what sounded like the back door slide to a close. Jay eyed the door suspiciously. "What was that?"

"Let's go find out."

They threw on their jeans (Zeke let Jay keep his shirt on whilst he remained shirtless) and the biker cautiously opened the door. Jay reached out and got the first thing within her grasp; the remote for the TV. Armed and ready, she followed her biker out to see what was going on in the house. It couldn't have been Rodney because they would have heard the front door open. And if by some chance he had taken the back door, he would have said something to let the kids know it was him.

Zeke peeked around into the kitchen and he let out a relieved sigh, eased that it wasn't a robber. But that was quickly replaced with anger and he stormed to face the intruder. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Uncle Earl seemed to be sober and he glanced at Zeke with an unamused expression. "I thought your father would be here, I need to talk to him."

"Go to the shop to talk to him." Zeke was hoping that whatever business Earl had he could take care of it out of the house, away from him and Jay.

"Now hold on," Uncle Earl held a hand up. "You're here so I may as well ask you. I need a place to crash for a while, think Rod would let me stay here?"

Both Zeke and Jay tensed at the idea of having Earl live at the house. Although she didn't know him like Zeke did, Jay knew having Earl stay would be a horrible experience for everyone. A sudden thought came to her: what if when she and Zeke were getting busy, he overheard them (willingly too, because he was a pervert)? Her eyes widened and her disgust whirled her stomach. What if he'd heard them earlier before coming in the house?

While she was thinking about that, Zeke had his own thoughts running through his mind. Before last night, he already had low opinions of Earl. After trying to grope Jay…Well, he wasn't about to let Earl stay because he couldn't stand the sight of him.

"Fat chance," he scoffed. "After what you did to Jay last night, you aren't welcomed to be here anymore."

Bringing that up subconsciously made an arm swing out in front of Jay protectively and he motioned her to get behind him.

Earl seemed confused. "What I did to…?" He scratched his head. "I don't remember doing anything. Why would I? I can CLEARLY see she's yours anyway."

The way he said it made Jay wonder if he was referring to how she was wearing Zeke's shirt. It made her uncomfortable to think he noticed that and her grip on the TV remote tightened.

"Doesn't matter. I don't care if you were too drunk to remember or not. You crossed the line. We don't want anything to do with you."

"We? As in you and your girlfriend?" Earl said in disbelief.

Jay wasn't sure whether she preferred Drunk Earl or not. Sober Earl seemed colder and meaner whereas Drunk Earl was perverted and gross (to the extent of her knowledge, of course).

"We as in me, my girlfriend AND my father." Zeke's tone wasn't one to mess with. "'Cause I don't think you remember that he helped me kick you out last night."

That seemed to shine a new light on the situation and Earl's eyes widened. He lowered his gaze to the floor. "Oh. No, I don't remember that."

"Leave," Zeke jerked his head to the back door. "Find someplace else to stay 'cause it ain't happening here in a million years."

Seeing as how Zeke had the upper hand, Earl complied. He slid the back door open and before he stepped through, he looked at Jay, who put on a hard expression. "I'm sorry you know. Whatever I did. I didn't mean to do it."

Maybe he was expecting the apology to change Zeke's mind, but Zeke wasn't having any of it.

"Go."

Jay wasn't positive, but Earl's expression almost seemed determined as he glanced between herself and Zeke. It was almost as if he was taking note that they were the only things standing in front of the final decision. She didn't like it.

Earl left without saying another word. After a few moments, she and Zeke relaxed and he looked back at her. "You okay?"

That expression….for some reason it made her feel like they were going to see him again real soon. But she nodded. "Yeah."

-XYZ-

o_o Maturity. With the characters, at least. Don't know what else to say...