Taylor brought his hand back up to his mouth and spit in his hand before returning to Fletcher’s ass. He spread his saliva over Fletcher’s rim as he continued to pump the both of them in his fist. This was…something else. Why the hell was he liking it? He shouldn’t be liking this.
“I’m so fucking close,” Fletcher panted. He clenched as Taylor added a little pressure with a finger. Fletcher suddenly wondered what it would feel like if Taylor had pushed any deeper, but Taylor’s finger never strayed from the surface.
His orgasm quickly built up as Taylor quickened his pace. “Give it to me, Armstrong,” Taylor told him through gritted teeth.
Fletcher came hard all over Taylor’s chest right as Taylor did. Taylor continued to stroke them lazily until there was nothing left to come out, sending Fletcher over the edge. It was bliss.
Fletcher’s body slumped over Taylor’s as they both fell back down to the bed.
Tried to normal their breathing. Fletcher turned his head to look at Taylor.
He felt the ping of rejection when he saw Taylor looking off to the side with a deeply vacated stare. One full of regret. He was going to tell Fletcher that this was a mistake and that it shouldn’t have happened. That they couldn’t be friends anymore because he ruined it. Again. Fletcher wanted to vomit. Taylor was too important. He couldn’t lose him. But the rejection felt like a bullet to the heart.
Without saying a word, he quickly rolled off the bed and pulled his sweats back up as he walked into the bathroom and turned the water on in the shower. He made sure the door was locked before he slid down against the door and hit the ground. His hand covered his mouth, and he hugged his knees to his chest and started to spiral, overthinking everything.
* * *
3 days later
Taylor woke up to his phone ringing. Was he late for breakfast with the guys?
He picked it up but realized it was Jesse’s school calling.They never called. He knew he was on Jesse’s emergency contact list, but he was literally at the bottom of it. After Mandy, their Grandad, and Jacob.
“Hello?” He said into the receiver.
“Hi, we are trying to reach Taylor Piers.”
“Speaking,” Taylor answered.
“We’re calling because your brother has not been in school now for two weeks. We’ve tried calling the primary guardian. Amanda Firestone. But we’ve been having trouble reaching her and both other listed emergency contacts. If Jesse isn’t back at school on Monday, then we will be forced to report Jesse’s truancy to DCFS.”
“I understand,” Taylor told them. He felt a pit grow in his stomach. “When was the last time you guys said he was in school?”
“Last Monday,” the lady answered. “We wouldn’t be calling you unless it was a last resort. We understand you are no longer living in the home with Jesse and the family, but we hope you could be of some assistance,” the lady told him. She sighed into the phone. “Jesse is a good kid, you know,” she said a little quieter. “His teachers and I are all worried. This is very out of character for him to not show up.”
“I agree.” Jesse was at the top of his class. “Look, I haven’t heard from our older sister— Amanda, in a few days. I’ll try and get a hold of her. If I’m unable to do so then I will do my best to still try and make sure Jesse is back in school on Monday. I really appreciate you looking out for him.”
“Sure thing, darling. Feel free to give us a call back at this number. At any time, sweetheart.”
Taylor quickly thanked her before hanging up and dialing his brother. No answer. He tried two more times before callingMandy, but she also didn’t answer. Taylor knew Grandad couldn’t answer his phone, so he tried Jacob, who finally picked up.
“What is it?” Jacob bit out.
“Where’s Jesse and why hasn’t he been in school?” Taylor asked, trying to stay calm.
“Did the school call you? We already told them Jesse is sick. He’s probably going to be pulled out of school and Mandy will have to home school him.”
“Excuse me?” Taylor choked out. What the hell? “Jesse’s sick? Why hasn’t anyone told me? How sick is he? I’ve already told Mandy that I can put him on my health insurance.” Taylor started to panic. What the hell was going on?
“Relax, Tay,” Jacob told him dismissively. “He’s notexactlysick, per se. He’s just been having some behavioral issues. We’ve got him a good doctor, but the kid’s been refusing to cooperate.” Taylor couldn’t believe this. Somehow, he knew that Jacob had something to do with this. He was going to throw up. He started to get flashbacks of living in the house and…
“Where’s Mandy?” He bit out. “Put Mandy on the phone, Jake. Now.” All calmness had flown out the window.
Jacob let out a cold laugh. “No can do, Tay. She’s busy right now with the kids.”
“Why aren’t the kids in school? It’s eight on a fucking Friday.” This wasn’t good. Something was wrong and Taylor was nearly twelve fucking hours away. He was about to start crying out of frustration and helplessness. Why did Jacob have to make him feel this way? He didn’t like feeling so powerless.
“Listen, Tay. You’re not going to question our parenting. You need to learn how to mind your fucking business. You remember what happenedlasttime—”
