"Tyson! I said no!" James was really struggling to keep his anger under control now, as he overarm threw Tyson's school bag out of the back of Rob's truck, "can you deal with him please?" James muttered as he glanced over at Greg as he put a cigarette in his mouth and stomped off to the sidewalk, puffing away.
"Tyson, we've been over this, you can't come to Bay City with Jamie and I. We've been over this all morning, and all of last night as soon as I got off the phone, and Jamie was talking to you about this yesterday too. You are not coming to Bay City, and that's final. You are staying here with granddad; and Jamie and I will be back tomorrow night," Greg tried to balance between being firm and sounding sharp.
"I already packed my bag," Tyson marched over and picked up his bag and swung it back into the back of the truck, "so that means that I'm coming," he opened the back door of the truck and began climbing in.
"No!" Greg grabbed him and pulled him out, slamming the door behind him as he stared Tyson down; staring into defiant blue eyes that mirrored his own, "Tyson, you need to stay here. You are not coming. It is not a kid's holiday. We will take you to Bay City another time. I promise. Now, do you want a present when we get back or not?" Greg questioned.
"Yes," Tyson grumbled, "God, you're so grumpy and angry!"
"Then you better climb your ass in the back of that truck and get your damn bag out of the back of there or you're going to really see angry!" Greg was now yelling at Tyson nearly at the top of his voice, Tyson was taken aback by Greg and took a step back, "four hours, Tyson! Four hours you've been doing this shit! You are five goddamn years old; you do not call the shots in this goddamn house! Four whole hours Tyson we have been standing out here arguing with you! Get that bag out! Get it!" Greg screamed, nearly seeing red, "James and I are going to be late now because of you!"
"This is child abuse," Tyson growled, climbing up the back of the truck, first onto the towbar, and then onto the tray.
"Child abuse? Child abuse! Tyson, you wouldn't know goddamn child abuse if it hit you in the damn head! Get inside right now, Tyson. You have made me so angry right now. March your ass inside right now! And look! You've embarrassed us by carrying on like this and making me shout at you in front of other people!" Greg gestured towards people in the street, walking their dogs and such, "I am very, very disappointed in you today, Tyson," Greg dropped his voice and lowered himself down to Tyson's eye level for the last bit and that is what broke Tyson, hearing his beloved Uncle Greg be so disappointed in him.
Rob was standing with his arms crossed outside the front door, "come here, Tyson," he growled, and whacked Tyson hard across his backside, "get inside and go to your room! I don't want to see you for the rest of the day! How dare you embarrass and treat your uncles this way!" Tyson ran inside, and Rob walked up to Greg, and patted him on the upper arm, "you did well keeping him in check, Greg. You can't let him walk all over you, because he will. But you kept your composure, and you didn't snap, when honestly pretty much everyone else would have. You are a natural parent, Greg. Tyson and Charlie are lucky to have you. You drive safe now boys!" Rob turned and walked back inside.
Greg was driving down the road, "God, Tyson frustrates the hell out of me sometimes," he muttered.
"Can be a bit hard looking into a mirror of yourself, can't it?" James joked.
"I would have never acted that way around adults as a child. I guess the fact that he feels like its safe enough to challenge us, as frustrating and infuriating as it is, means that he feels safe around us and we're good parents," Greg sighed.
"You really stood your ground, I was expecting you to wave the white flag and let Tyson tag along for a while there. I've never heard you tell him off like that," James stated.
"I don't like telling him off, and if I only do it when I really have to, it has more of an impact. I wasn't going to let Tyson win and come along with us, not on this trip," Greg glanced over and smiled at James and squeezed his leg.
"We need some time alone," James agreed.
"Time to do 'adult things', isn't that right?" Greg glanced over at James, pulling a teasing expression on his face, and James just chuckled and rolled his eyes.
Because of Tyson's charade, it was mid afternoon by the time that they had checked into the hotel and decided to head down to the beach on the hot summer day. It was crowded; James felt uncomfortable to take off his shirt with so many people around him, and it didn't take Greg long to start getting sick of being around the crowded beach. "Let's come back here this evening, after dinner, hopefully it's less crowded by then. We can have more of the beach to ourselves then," Greg muttered, turning away from the beach and headed back to the path, James following him out.
They then went up to the hotel room and relaxed down on the bed, Greg surfing through the television channels to see what was playing, "what happened to doing our 'adult things' we fought so hard to get?" James teased, leaning forward and kissing Greg gently on the side of the neck just above his collarbone and slowly working his way kissing him down the shoulder through his shirt. Greg glanced over and James waggled his thick eyebrows at Greg, who just laughed. "Why don't we stay in here tonight baby? We can order in some takeaway and spend the evening relaxing here?" James purred.
Greg frowned, "I made dinner reservations, but if you'd like to stay here instead, that's perfectly fine with me,"
"Let's talk about that afterwards," James growled, as he flirtatiously bit Greg's shoulder gently, and snaked his arms around his waist before leaning back and pulling Greg down with him. Greg slithered across the space and crawled over the top of James, leaning down and giving him a passionate kiss, which James happily lapped up. James' hands fiddled around with Greg's belt as he undid it and snapped it out and James began to feel himself swelling in anticipation and excitement, his hands slipped down to unbutton his jeans and wriggled out from them. Shortly after they were both undressed down to their underwear, James gently began to tug his own down off of himself, feeling completely erect and ready, he gently pushed down Greg's head from kissing him and down towards his cock. Greg complied and sucked James dry; before creeping back up him and kissing him, "now its my turn," Greg smirked, rolling James over; awkwardly pulling off his underwear. He knelt on his knees above James and bent down then lay over James to kiss him on his cheek, Greg running his fingers, combing through James' long, dark locks that now reached nearly to the bottom of the shoulder blades. "Your hair is so long now, it's beautiful; it looks so… masculine," Greg purred.
Greg kissed James down his spine, before he slipped a couple of fingers inside James. James felt himself begin to edge, and then felt Greg gently push his cock up against his asshole and entered deep inside of him; James let out an unstoppable gasp and groan as he felt himself stretch and felt the pressure deep inside of himself and Greg laid down on his back as he pounded him as rough as he could possibly do. Greg knotted his fingers of his right hand through James' hair and pulled it back, and kissed James. James gasped and clawed the mattress and pillow as the euphoria and dopamine rushed through his body, overtaking him. "I love you baby," Greg grunted, sweat beginning to form on his brow.
"I love you too," James panted and before too long, James felt Greg's body and muscles tense up on him as he then unloaded his seed deep inside of him. He pulled out from James and laid down next to him. "I'm so lucky I have you, Greg. I'm so happy that I found my forever person in you. I never imagined that I'd fall in love with my best friend, I never imagined that you'd have the same feelings back, I never imagined that we'd be so happy together and be such a perfect match; it's just like having you as my best friend, only with the extra benefits of course," James smiled over.
"Me too, baby, me too," Greg sighed, resting his head on James' chest, before realising that he was dozing off.
By the time he'd woken up, covered in sweat, Greg looked at the clock; "its 8pm!" he yelled, his head in his hands, "no, no, no,"
"What is it?" James muttered, playing on his phone.
"Did you know it was 8pm?!" Greg tried to reign his voice back down.
"I guess, I haven't really been paying attention, it's only not quite sunset yet, so I guess I didn't really realise the time," James shrugged, "why?"
"I had reservations at a restaurant," Greg muttered, "for 6:30. Did I really fall asleep for two and a half hours? This isn't some long con joke you're pulling on me, is it?"
"No, how could I do that? You were lying on top of me," James shook his head.
"Let's go out for a walk then and see if we can find somewhere else to eat," Greg got up and dressed, started pulling his shoes on. James flopped out of bed and got dressed and left following an unusually stressed Greg down the hallways and out the building.
"Are you sure you want to walk? It's a long way to walk, why don't we just drive around?" James asked.
"Okay, I've got an idea," Greg's eyes sparkled with excitement, "let's go to the deli,"
"The deli? You want to go to the deli for dinner?" James frowned, and Greg nodded, walking out to the parking lot; clearly Greg has something in mind, James thought, following him.
"You know, this is beautiful," James smiled, looking around. They were sat down on the beach, on an old blanket from in the car, staring out into the water, reminiscing about times long gone. James was happily eating without any fight, "do you think the water would be cold?"
"I'm positive that it'd be freezing. Especially for someone who has showers like he's bathing in a geyser from hell," Greg responded back, he seemed to be anxious and moving around a lot, James was almost ready to ask if he'd taken something to cause him to be like this. When James looked away for a moment and turned his head back around to see Greg kneeling holding a tiny box; "James Evan Wilson, will you marry me?" as he opened the little box to show a beautiful ring inside.