“Yes, really. He’s already struggling with what he should know. You can’t give him different faces several times a day. You obviously have a rough relationship with him, and I’ll try not to judge that?—”
“Yeah, because you’ve done a stellar job at that so far,” Jonah snarled.
I deserved that. But I wasn’t going to admit it. “My brother and I were going to call Adult Protective Services whenwe thought it was medical neglect. I get that it isn’t what’s happening, but having all your hockey buddies, who definitely are not trained professionals, try and take care of him is not a good idea.”
He looked like he wanted to cry. Or maybe headbutt me again. “What the fuck do you want me to do, Zeki? It takes a hundred fucking years for the bus to get to this side of town, and my ride services don’t cover dozens of random trips to some apartment that has nothing to do with hockey. I don’t have a fucking chauffeur, and my dad very obviously doesn’t have family willing to help.”
Bowing my head, I took a breath. “Nikos and I will keep doing it until you can find someone. Or a place for him. But you might need to look outside of Boston.”
He clenched his jaw so hard I could see his temples bulging. “God, this issonone of your fucking business?—”
“You keep saying that, but I’m the only one being rational around here.”
“I fucking hate you.”
“Great. I don’t care. You can choke on my dick and make me come while hating me, and I’m still going to say that every decision you’ve tried to make so far is fucking ridiculous.”
He stood up, the fury obvious in his eyes. “Why don’tyouchoke onmydick.”
It was an option. Hell, maybe an orgasm would be good for him. I took him by the front of the shirt and started backing him up. “Was that a real invitation?”
“No.Fuck. Yes. Maybe.” He sounded like he was losing his mind, and the front of his pants was bulging. “I—where are we going?”
“Guest room,” I told him. “I don’t want to traumatize your dad if he wakes up.”
“Oh Jesus. We can’t do this in my dad’s house,” he gasped as I palmed his dick and walked him down the short hall and into the first room.
“We’ll just have to keep each other quiet, then.”
“What?” he murmured. “What do you mean?”
“Let me show you.” I wasn’t going to choke on his dick here. But I was going to take some of the edge off because I was horny, and he was horny, and he was wound up as fuck. We both needed this.
Lifting his wrist, I pressed two of his fingers against my lips, and then I parted them and sucked them inside.
“Oh, holy shit,” he gasped.
I pressed my other hand to his mouth, and his eyes widened, and he frantically shook his head. I immediately let go.
“Sorry, I—no. I can’t. I can’t.”
I sucked around his fingers, then pulled off. “That’s fine. Focus on me instead.”
“What are you—oh god,” he groaned as I unzipped him and got his dick out. It was hard—just as small as I remembered, but fat and leaking against my palm. Pulling my dick out, I pressed my hips against his and slid the head of my cock up his short length. “I-is that…”
I brought his free hand to where we were pressed together. “Yeah. See it?”
“Fuck. Fuck…” He clamped his lips shut, and I took two of his fingers to the back of my throat, swirling my tongue around them as he choked on his groans.
Keeping one hand on his hip, I used the other to curl around us, and I squeezed, stroking upward, rocking my hips, and I felt his reaction. It was a whole-body shudder, his skin going hot with a flush.
I couldn’t see him very well in the dim light, but I could see the shadow of his parted lips on a choked-off moan.
“Mm,” I hummed around him.
He began to pump his fingers in and out of my mouth in time with my strokes, and his hips began to meet mine with heavy, rolling thrusts. “Fuck, you are too good at this,” he rasped. “You’re so goddamn thirsty for me.”
“Mm,” I answered.
