by Kelex
After a quick coating of lube, Anson pressed the head of his bare cock against Jereme’s ass. “Last chance… you sure?”
“Absolutely,” Jereme whispered.
“Good… I get to breed my boy.”
Jereme moaned at the dirty talk as Anson slowly sank into Jereme, flesh to flesh. They held one another’s gazes, their fingers of one hand threading through one another’s. His daddy nearly bent him in half in the attempt to be closer. Anson’s lips met his, starving for absolution.
“Fuck,” Anson whispered huskily. “It’s even better than I remembered. You fit me like a glove, baby. That sweet ass of yours is all mine.”
“Yours is the only cock it’s ever had, Daddy.”
Anson growled before sliding out and thrusting back in slowly. It was too slow, painfully slow. He tried to urge Anson faster, but the man refused him. The unhurried, steady pace was enough to drive him insane… satisfaction just out of reach.
And yet it felt so damned good at the same time.
Anson hooked Jereme’s knees over his strong arms and quickened slightly, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Come on, Daddy… please… faster. I need more, Daddy.”
“What the ever-loving fuck is this!?”
They both froze as Jereme’s mother’s shrill voice filled the room. Jereme looked over Anson’s arm to see his mother at the bedroom door. She rushed closer to the bed, her eyes wide.
“I asked… what the fuck are you doing?!”
Anson pulled from Jereme’s body, and they dragged blankets over themselves.
“Mom… I can explain!”
Gloria chuckled wickedly. “No wonder you were so inviting, letting your stepson stay after I’d left. Saying he was always welcome in your house. Of course he was… you wanted to get your perverted hands on him!”
“It wasn’t like that!” Anson cried. “We’re two consenting adults.”
Jereme could barely breathe, memories of the last time his mother had caught him. The beating. The shame. Only this was worse. He was fucking her husband.
“You’re sick, Jereme. Sick… you disgust me.”
Jereme felt the bile rising even more.
“He’s not sick,” Anson spat. “Leave him alone.”
Jereme was torn. He loved her, even with her failings. She was his mother. Yet he knew in that moment that he loved Anson, too. Was that love wrong? According to his mother, it was. He was sick. Jereme scrambled off the bed, pulled between two loves. “Maybe I should go.”
“No,” Anson roared, turning to face him.
“Let him go,” Gloria said. “You should be ashamed of yourself.” She turned and eyed Jereme. “Both of you.”
“He’s nineteen, Gloria. An adult. As am I. We made our own choices.”
“And when did this all start? While we were married? How long have you been fucking my son?”
“It was me,” Jereme choked out. “He thought I was you one night. And I didn’t tell him the truth.” He lifted his stare to his mother. “I wanted him.”
His mother’s eyes widened.
“Our marriage was over,” Anson told Gloria. “You’d already left me.”
Tears shone in his mother’s eyes. “How could the two of you do this to me?”
“Nothing was done to you,” Anson said. “We crossed a line, yes. But we are both consenting adults and you were gone.” Anson turned to Jereme. “You said you wouldn’t let anyone shame you. Don’t let her.”
Jereme eyed Anson.
“Are you insane?” Gloria railed. “Jereme! You need to leave this house. Now! And never come back!”
Jereme held Anson’s gaze. And then he looked at his mother. The disgust he saw there made him ill.
His mother cocked her head to the side. “Are you wearing lingerie again? I thought we beat that shit out of you a long time ago?”
Anson roared with anger. He jumped from the bed and put himself between Jereme and his mother. Gloria took a step back, fear in her eyes.
“You’re not putting one hand on him. Not again. He shouldn’t have been touched the last time. I could ring your neck for what you did to him.”
“You have no say in the way I raise my son!” His mother looked past Anson. “Get dressed, we’re leaving.”
“He’s no longer a child, Gloria. You don’t get to tell him what to do.”
“Oh yeah? He’s not staying one more minute in this house with a pervert!”
“Let him make up his own damned mind what he wants!” Anson roared.
They both turned to him, anger in their eyes. The anxiety grew. Memories of the last time his mother confronted him like this… the beating… it all roared back inside his mind. Jereme was sure he was going to throw up then and there. Jumping from the bed, he ran from the room. He couldn’t be there, in the middle of their argument, talked about like he wasn’t even in the room. He heard them both screaming his name, but he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t.
He needed air. He needed to be alone and away from the drama. After grabbing his clothes and bag, he raced outside, still clad in only his lingerie and slid behind the wheel of his car. Tears streamed down his face, clouding his vision. Jereme revved the engine, backed out, and took off away from the chaos.
Without any idea where he was going.
* * * *
“You sad sack, piece of shit,” Gloria said as she guarded the bedroom door. She’d pinned him in, made it impossible for him to run after Jereme. He moved closer, fear slamming into his chest.
“Get the fuck outta my way.”
“You lay one hand on me, and I will own you, motherfucker.”
Anson heard the front door slam shut, and the panic only mounted. This was exactly what he’d feared. That Jereme would run the first moment things got tough.
“He’s an adult, Gloria. You can’t tell him who he can and cannot see.”
“You are his stepfather.”
“And I never laid a hand on him until after you left me!”
“As if that makes it okay what you were doing with him. Giving in to his mental illness… you should be ashamed!”
“Mental illness?”
“What do you call it when a boy wants to dress in women’s lingerie? He’s a freak. He’s sick… and doesn’t need someone like you making him think it’s okay to be like that. It’s not. I will ensure my son stays well. You won’t touch him again.”
“If there’s anyone here that’s mentally unwell, it’s you. There’s nothing wrong with him wanting to dress up.”
“That’s the very reason you need to stay away from him.” Gloria finally released her hold on the doorframe. “He’s had enough time to get away… don’t go after him, or I will make you regret it.”
She turned tail and raced down the stairs.
Ignoring Gloria’s threat, Anson grabbed his clothes and dressed as quickly as he could. He ran downstairs and got behind the wheel of his Audi before peeling away and going in search of his boy. Where would he go? I have no fucking idea.
The only choice he had was to drove through the city, looking anywhere and everywhere.
Anson wouldn’t give up.
Not until he made sure Jereme was okay.
* * * *
The following morning, Jereme awoke shivering. He rolled over in the front seat of his Honda and pulled the seat back up. After starting the car, he turned on the heater and warmed his hands… until the demanding urge to pee made him brave the cold outside. Snow had fallen and coated everything in white. The early morning was eerily quiet. The rest stop was empty except for his car and a couple of big rigs parked not too far away. Jereme quickly hurried across the icy parking lot as carefully as he could and entered the men’s room.
A man was just coming out—a barrel-chested man in his late fifties. Jereme almost ran into him entering, quickly apologized, and waited his turn to go inside. As soon as he entered the warm restroom, he sighed, letting the heat soak into his chilled body. Sidling up to one of the
urinals, he quickly undid his pants and took a piss.
“Nice panties,” he heard beside him before he was dragged closer to the man.
Shock had him frozen for a second. When he was slammed up against a brick wall, he finally woke up. He tried to land a punch, but his fist was deflected. Next, he was tossed into one of the few partitioned toilets, stuck within three walls and a big, burly man twice his size. He lay on the tiled floor, trying to back away, but there was no room.
“You’re a sweet thing. You’ll look even sweeter with my dick in your mouth.”
“No,” Jereme answered, feeling shaken. He trembled all over, adrenaline in overdrive.
The guy began to undo his belt buckle, a crooked smile showing messed-up, yellowed teeth. “Either you suck me off or… well, you’re not gonna like the pile I leave you in if you don’t.”
Jereme shakily rose to his feet. “No.”
The guy began to advance, but was suddenly dragged away. A fight ensued—someone was beating the shit out of the guy who’d attacked him. He saw a guy who appeared to be one of the truckers from outside, but he stood back and watched the fight.
The one fighting his attacker… was Anson.
Jereme watched the fight, barely able to breathe. His attacker was a good two inches taller and had a lot more girth than Anson—but Anson was quicker and seemed to land more punches. The other guy got a few more good ones in, and Anson ended up on the tiled floor. He quickly jumped up and kicked the guy in the nuts.
The attacker fell to his knees, groaning. The guy standing to the side stepped forward and gave the guy a whack on the head with a wrench he was holding. Once the man was down for the count, Jereme finally released the breath he’d been holding. Anson raced over and took Jereme into his arms. It was brief. He quickly gave Jereme the once over.
“You okay?” Anson asked, his own face already sporting a few cuts and scrapes that would likely swell up into something fierce. Blood trickled a little from the corner of his mouth.
Tears came to Jereme’s eyes, and he shook his head. “No. I’m not okay.”
Anson dragged him closer again, holding him tight. “I’m here, baby. It’s okay… I’m here.”
Jereme clutched Anson tight. “I’m so sorry I ran.”
“It’s okay,” Anson whispered against his ear. “Just let me take you home, okay?”
Jereme nodded. “Okay.”
Jereme eyed the trucker who was still hovering over the man on the floor. “Thank you.”
The man nodded. “Better get the hell out of here before he wakes up.”
“We should call the cops,” Anson said. “He did just assault you.”
“I don’t want to deal with the looks and the questions. Their disbelief,” Jereme said, squeezing Anson’s hand. He whispered the next part. “He scared me… but my daddy saved the day.”
“We can’t just let him get off with hurting someone,” Anson said. “He could hurt someone else.”
“Don’t worry,” the other trucker said. “I’ve got a couple of friends looking for this asshole… they’re already on their way. He’s a parasite. And will be dealt with. Y’all can get outta here.”
Jereme looked up at his daddy and nodded. Anson led him outside and into the fresh air. He drew them across the lot to where his SUV was parked beside Jereme’s Honda. “Do you want to leave your car here? I don’t think you should be behind the wheel after that.”
“I’m not in any shape to drive at the moment,” Jereme agreed. “But let me grab a few things.”
Once he had what he needed, he locked his old car up and slid into the Audi’s passenger side. Anson was there, helping him in and grabbing a kiss before closing the door. His daddy rounded the car and slid in behind the steering wheel.
“Let me take you home,” Anson murmured, turning the engine on.
“Home? Where is that?” Jereme asked.
Anson turned and looked at him.
“My mother thinks I’m a freak. I don’t have a great relationship with my father… and knowing my mother, she’ll tell him out of spite. I have no idea what he’s going to think about me then.” Jereme frowned. “Honestly, I’ve never really had a home. We moved every year or so my entire life.”
“I wanna be your home,” Anson said. “Wherever we are, together… that will be home, okay?” He reached out and caressed the side of Jereme’s face. “I want to be the safe place you run to, not the thing you run away from. You should’ve stayed… with me… and we could’ve faced her together.”
“All I could think about was the last time she caught me… the beating. I panicked, and I ran. Not away from you, but away from the stress. Away from her. Away from the shame.”
“I hadn’t thought about that. All I could see was you running from me.”
Jereme squeezed Anson’s hand. “No… not from you. I just needed to find somewhere calm.” He looked away. His brain took that moment to remind him of his fantasy of a rest stop fuck with a stranger. This was definitely not the way he’d ever imagined it, which went to prove not all fantasies worked in reality. “Not that I really found it.”
Anson was quiet a moment. “Let’s just run away together… away from all the chaos. Just you and me.”
“I’m not sure we truly can…”
Anson turned to Jereme and cupped his cheeks. “Don’t let her in your head. We’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Then why did it feel so wrong? That look in her eyes… And if she starts telling folks, then we’re going to have to deal with a lot of ugly looks and even uglier words. I don’t know that I can handle that, Anson. Actually, I know I can’t.” At least he’d be away at college—but he’d worry every single second about Anson. What his daddy would have to endure.
Their relationship could ruin Anson.
“When we’re together, does it feel wrong? Has it ever felt wrong between you and me?”
Jereme shook his head.
“Her opinion of our relationship is immaterial. Her opinion or anyone else’s. It wouldn’t hold up in court because the only things that matters in court are facts. You want to know the facts of this thing? I’ll give them to you. Fact: Homosexuality is not a sin. True?”
Jereme nodded.
“Fact: Wearing lacy things in the privacy of our bedroom hurts no one. True?”
Jereme smiled to himself before lifting his stare and nodding.
“Fact: We’re good together. It feels natural. Comfortable. True?”
Jereme nodded again.
“Fact: I’ve fallen in love with you… and I think you love me.” Anson paused a moment, a look full of vulnerability and apprehension filling his face. “Is that true?”
Jereme held Anson’s stare a moment, shocked by his daddy’s declaration. “You love me?”
Anson caressed his cheek. “Could you not tell?”
Jereme chuckled, stunned. His heart swelled so much, he wasn’t sure if his lungs had enough room to expand. “Yes,” he spat quickly. “Yes, I love you.”
Anson grinned. “Fact: If we stay here much longer, that big motherfucker in the bathroom might come out here and kick both our asses.”
Jereme laughed, needing the tension broken. “Yeah, maybe.”
Anson smiled, trailing his fingertips over Jereme’s jawline. “Let me take you away from all this. Start fresh. Just you and me. Away from any whispers or ugly looks.”
Jereme eyed Anson. “What about your job?”
Anson sighed. “I’ll figure that out.”
“Is three hours away far enough?” Jereme asked. He’d had doubts about staying, but what else did he have? Anson… and that was it. He needed to have an education—a way to support himself. He wouldn’t be completely reliant on Anson. “I could go back to school… you could maybe work there? Open a law office?” He shook his head. “I know I’m probably making it seem like something so simple when it’s not.”
“A law office sounds good. Right on Kent Street,” Anson murmured. “I liked it
there.”
Jereme smiled. “Right on Kent Street. I liked it there, too. I felt free.”
“Maybe we could rent a little apartment… or one of those small houses that I saw nearby. It wasn’t all that far from campus, was it?”
Jereme cocked his head to the side. “You want me to live with you?”
Anson slid his hand into Jereme’s. His thumb drew circles in the middle of Jereme’s palm. “Yeah. I want to be your protector… your daddy, in every way, baby.”
Jereme let a smile grow on his lips. “Really?”
“Really.”
Jereme eyed Anson.
“So? What do you say?”
Jereme nodded. “Yeah.”
Anson grinned, but it faded some. “We just have to wait a little while longer. Get the divorce finalized. Sell the house. Wrap things up at work.”
The fantasy began to fade some, and Jereme had to wonder if that’s all it would ever be. He tried to tamp down on the rising hopes filling him. After his mother had found them, he suspected things would not go well for Anson. “Okay.”
Anson leaned in and gave him a kiss. “Let’s go have ourselves some Christmas, okay?”
Jereme sank against his daddy’s warmth. “Yeah.”
As they drove out of the rest stop, two big rigs pulled in. It made Jereme wonder what kind of justice his attacker was going to get. A shiver raced down his spine, and he pushed the thought aside, focusing on his knight in shining armor sitting beside him. He slid his hand into Anson’s as they raced back toward home.
Christmas came and went. It was a quiet one, with most of the gifts exchanged being those of the flesh. Some were heated and wild, others slow and more sensual. But they were together, which was the main thing either of them wanted.
And it was glorious.
* * * *
Anson entered the conference room a week after Christmas, ready to finalize the divorce. It was a new year, and he wanted a new start. He hadn’t seen Gloria since she’d caught him and Jereme together two weeks before, so he wasn’t exactly anticipating the meeting to come. From the look on his ex’s face, he was in for it.