This chapter is admittedly not particularly well written; as I made some major last minute changes, and I also worked on it throughout the day, as opposed to what I usually do which is to write a chapter in a single sitting - so hopefully it's not too choppy. I hope you all enjoy- HilsonForever96 xx

"Greg, we have to leave here soon, why haven't you tidied this up?" Lisa sighed, and Greg placed his finger over his lips, pointing down to James who was sleeping soundly on his chest.

"I've just got him back to sleep, he had a bit of a meltdown. He was just upset and afraid that I was going to leave him because I didn't feel like having sex with him; so, we worked it out and that placated him. The breakdown kind of exhausted him even more than he was before- so he passed out shortly after," Greg whispered, "God, Lisa, I just love him so much," he looked up at her with eyes full of love and admiration; "he's absolutely perfect,"

"So, you had sex with him, just to placate him and to stop the tantrum? Doesn't that seem a little bit… messed up to you? Kind of like what you would have to do with your father and uncle?" Lisa was running on autopilot and didn't realise the gravity of the words she'd just said until she said them and Greg glared up at her with a cold, dark, warning expression in his face and eyes.

"Lisa, I've told you to keep your opinions about James to yourself before. I love him and that's the end of the story. I frankly don't care what you think. For the record though, James is absolutely nothing like my father or uncle. I choose to be intimate with James; I don't understand why that's so difficult for you to wrap your head around, but I actually actively choose to have sex with him every single time. I didn't have those choices with my father or my uncle. I was a goddamn kid! For fuck's sake Lisa, I was three when they started, and it kept on until I was sixteen! What part of that suggests that anything was consensual? God, Lisa, they'd tear me up so badly that I bled almost every night, often multiple times a night," Greg lowered his voice when he felt James beginning to stir on his chest. "The fact that you continually seem to appear to think that this relationship with the man who I plan to spend the rest of my life with is even remotely similar, absolutely sickens me to my core and now I wonder about things. I've had you pegged as a lot of things over the years, Lisa, but a homophobe was never one of them; but the fact that you can even think of comparing my relationship with James who I love more than anything else, or anyone else, in this world and who I want to marry and spend my life with- to even imagine comparing it to my paedophiliac father and uncle absolutely disgusts me!" Greg snapped.

"Okay, maybe he hasn't raped you, but that doesn't mean that I haven't noticed him get sexually aggressive or dominant in general around you. What about that morning that he blew his lid because you and I spent the night outside talking? Don't think that the look on your face when I got out of the shower won't be burnt into my mind forever, or the violent words that preceded him using you. Yes! I heard it all! I was only in the next room! That's not even mentioning when he hit you with a closed fist and sent you flying! That was only the other day, Greg! That's domestic violence!" Lisa cried out.

"You don't know anything Lisa, you need to learn to mind your own business. Just because you're pissed that you can't find a man to stay with you for more than a few weeks at a time doesn't mean you can continually criticise and behave this way around my relationship. Lisa, I'm only going to ask you nicely once more to get out," Greg snarled as he stared her down.

Lisa stopped in her tracks, and when Greg saw what Lisa was seeing standing on the other side of the doorway who'd followed her in without her knowledge, and having been just out of vision of Greg, whose vision had been blocked partially by James resting on his chest, and the fact he'd been facing towards Lisa while venting, his chest dropped into his stomach.

In the doorway stood Blythe, looking white as a sheet, having only now just heard what her husband and brother-in-law had been doing to her precious, wonderful, only son.

Everyone stood there, equally shocked, in terror, and too horrified to move for nearly a minute, "please tell me this is a nightmare," Greg whispered, "and secondly, why are you both in here? Get out!" and when neither of them moved, Greg yelled in panic, "Get out!"

Upon this, James woke up and his eyes widened, "why are you both in here? Greg, how long have they been in here for?"

"Too long," was his response back to James, "I'm not going to go over this with either of you right now! GO AWAY! And I'm absolutely disgusted by you right now , Lisa, I don't want to even picture your face right now. You need to leave right away. For your own good,"

"Greg, I'm sorry, I didn't know that she was here," Lisa apologised, "you know that I wouldn't take that away from you. You know I wouldn't do this to you,"

Greg laughed darkly and regarded Lisa coldly, "I fucking hate you right now; everyone get out of here,"

"Greg, I don't have any clothes on, and we have company," James stage whispered, and Lisa made a slight face.

"Not you. You stay," Greg pulled his arm tighter around James and held him closer.

"Okay, well, I'm not going anywhere," James muttered, "what the hell is going on?"

"I'll explain to you in a moment," Greg whispered back, "and yes, I'll tell him what you said, you lying, manipulative, jealous bitch cunt," Greg spat at Lisa, who took a shaking step backward.

"Wait- what did she say about me?" James interrupted, shocked by Greg's language, who just shushed him back.

"Gregory Johnathon House! This is not the way I raised you to speak to women this way!" Blythe yelled out.

"Why are you in here?" Greg yelled back, "Really, why are you fucking in here to begin with? Is this what James and I have to look forward to? You just barging in on us in bed every day? Maybe you should find somewhere else to live if you're just going to disrespect us and our privacy like this! I'm a grown man, he's a grown man, we both want to be here. Neither of us want an audience! And yeah, you and dad really set such a great example of how to talk to women like they're people, didn't you, mom?" with sarcasm almost visibly dripping from his tongue.

Blythe's eyes welled up with more tears, and Greg watched with narrowed eyes as she ran from the room, "Greg-" Lisa began.

He looked at her coldly with nothing behind his eyes, and said the three words that even after everything he'd said to her over the decades, she never imagined these words to come from him in such pure emotion and meaning behind what he was saying; "I hate you,"

With nothing more to say, Lisa just nodded in acceptance and left the hotel room, closing the door behind her, and trying to stem her tears.

Greg held James closer and leant in to kiss him, "I love you so, so much James," he purred.

"I love you too… what's going on?" James asked.

"I'm going to give you the ride of your life, that's what's going on," Greg responded, as his hands became more possessive over James' soft, warm skin; to which James reciprocated just as enthusiastically, "don't worry about being quiet," Greg added.

"Hey! That hurts!" James yelped several minutes later, but Greg held him down firmer, "don't hurt my shoulder!" James added as his face was shoved deeper into the pillow. Greg let up on his injured shoulder; but their second round of lovemaking was unusually rough and verging on violent; pure anger radiating off of Greg while he fucked James rougher than he could remember doing in quite some time. In the back of his mind, Greg knew that this misdirected anger, and fury was only going to hurt his lover; and if his yelps and cries were anything to go by; Greg was a little bit surprised that James wasn't injured or in agony at the end of it. As soon as the post nut clarity hit him, Greg realised how rough he'd been, and rolled over next to James, who was panting with a somewhat pained expression on his face.

"I'm sorry about that," Greg mumbled, "I got carried away and caught up in my own mind, I didn't realise how rough I was being,"

"That's fine, I don't mind a bit of… roughness, you know that. But it's not really like you, you're not usually the 'pump and dump' kind of guy, you're the hopeless romantic who wants the candlelit room, and the slow, sensual touch and heaps of foreplay and to just generally give and take gently. It's actually not bad to mix it up a little sometimes. Because I do usually like it a bit… rougher, or kinkier than you do. I am wondering what brought this on though. You seem upset, is it still about whatever Lisa and your mom said?" James placated.

"Yeah," Greg muttered.

"What happened?" James asked, "what was all of that about?"

Greg pulled back the blanket and pulled his jeans on, "Lisa came in and told mom about dad and Henry without so much as asking me first," Greg snarled, staring forward.

"Oh," James nodded, "and how did I come into it?"

"Never mind, I stood up for you," Greg added.

"Come on, tell me," James encouraged.

"Lisa was carrying on a bit, saying that you were dominant," Greg finished, and glanced back to see James' expression, a combination of horror and disgust, "yeah, exactly my reaction too,"

"How am I 'dominant'?" James yelled.

Greg just shrugged, "that's something to ask Lisa,"

"Damn right I'm about to go ask Lisa," James snapped, tugging on his underwear and shorts, "what was her reasoning behind saying that? Just because we're gay? Suddenly I'm fucking 'dominant'? Like I'm a goddamn dog or something?"

"Seems that way," Greg muttered, "and yeah, I'm just as angry, that's why I was so pissed both before and after you woke up. I'm not going to sit there and let her lecture me on our romantic dynamics. It's ridiculous,"

"And she also told your mom that you were molested by your dad and uncle?" James snapped and Greg simply nodded.

James worked his jaw back and forth, "I'm going to go over there and give Lisa a piece of my mind, are you coming?" as he got up, snatched a shirt out of the bag and painfully pulled it over his head and marched out of the room.

"Yeah, I'll come, help set them straight," Greg grumbled, pulling a t-shirt on over his head, grabbing his cane and following James out the door, and as Greg was closing the hotel room door to their room, James was just about smashing down the next door.

"You want to make accusations about me, insinuate that I'm a goddamn abuser, tell my partner that I'm 'dominant' like a goddamn dog, then you better come out and tell me to my face!" James screamed through the door, "I know you're in there, Lisa!"

Lisa cracked open the door and James shoved his way into the room with all his force and fury; and with the extra 140lb he now had on Lisa sent her flying as he marched in, "come on Greg! Let's sort everything out that was said!"

Lisa simply looked petrified as she shut the door behind the two furious men, hoping that James could contain his fury; Greg seemed a bit calmer than before, both she and Blythe had heard Greg get out some of his frustrations through the wall, but James was another story entirely.

"What the hell, Lisa?" James screamed, now standing over Lisa, "how dare you say anything negative about me?"

Lisa backed up a step, and James matched it, still staring her down; he looks like he could kill me right now; he's that angry. And depending on what Greg told him in anger, I wouldn't blame him. "James, all I said was that you were dominant around other people, including Greg, kind of like what you're doing right now. I told Greg that I didn't think that he should have let it go when you hit him the other day over the cream- but that's all, James," Lisa backed up again, and James took another step forward.

"Why would you say that to Greg? What are you trying to break us up?" James roared, lessening the gap between them that Lisa could feel the hot breath on her face.

"I only said you have a dominant personality, James, I don't think Greg lied to you, but all I said was that you are a dominant person," Lisa hesitated, stepping back again only to close her eyes in pure terror when she felt the wall halt her from behind.

"Lisa is right, James. Lisa didn't word it in the best way, but that's what she said. I think everything got said very quickly and Greg panicked and got it all mixed up in his head, he was actively defending you when Lisa called you dominant; and she switched up topics very quickly and not very well. James, I would absolutely testify in court- I swear on my life that Lisa never said more than that. Greg did blindly and without question stand up for you and I think his mind was fogged up by his love for you. That might be where the false idea that Lisa is trying to break you two up came from; when in reality, James, you and Greg are amazing for each other, and I'd be proud to call you my son-in-law. Yes, Lisa did mix up her wording atrociously; and that is 100% on her, but nobody said anything bad about you, James," Blythe interrupted softly.

"Is this right?" James asked Greg, who simply nodded, "well then," James stepped back, "this has been a big misunderstanding and I'm sorry to you both. You and I on the other hand, are going to have a chat," James gestured towards Greg who sighed, "and this time, it's going to be me whose taking out the frustration,"

"Oh goody," Greg muttered, that's all well and good that he doesn't think I'm going to leave him. But what about me? It's like he's gotten his attitudes confused. This gets the big blow up, but Lisa telling my mom that I was molested doesn't? What the hell!

"Don't think we're done," James snarled as he headed for the door and dragged Greg behind him, "there's a whole other topic we've still got to go over! I just can't go over that until I've cooled down!" and with a slam of the door, they'd both disappeared.