14. Jamie

14

JAMIE

The click of the door unlocking knocked me out of my spiral, and I jumped up as Isaac walked into the apartment.

I hadn’t heard from him since before he met his dad, and the fact that he didn’t text to tell me he was on his way home or call while he was driving to rant meant the meeting went way worse than he thought it would.

Not wanting to distract him while he was driving, I refrained from texting or calling and instead spent the entire afternoon and early evening twisted up in knots and going over all the worst-case scenarios of what could have transpired at the meeting while simultaneously freaking out that something happened to him on the drive.

“Z?” I hurried over to him.

He looked like he’d just come off a three-day bender. I’d never seen him so broken.

He closed the door behind him and sort of fell into my arms.

I held him tight, trying to offer him some sort of comfort.

“My dad is getting married to a twenty-four-year-old he knocked up, and they kicked me out of the family,” he said, his words coming out in a rush.

“What?” I rubbed his back.

He hugged me tighter. “My dad actually had news this time. He’s getting married, his fiancée is twenty-four, and she’s pregnant. He brought her out and dumped all that on me, then they were pissed that I didn’t immediately jump up and down with excitement.”

I had no idea what to say to that.

“And apparently I’m such a terrible person I can’t be trusted around her and the new baby, so they’ve decided I can’t be part of their family until I prove I’m not a predatory asshole.”

“Jesus. They said that to you?”

He nodded.

“I’m so sorry, Z.” I kissed his cheek, then kissed under his ear. “I’m so sorry.”

“Whatever.” He pressed his face into my neck. “It’s not like he ever acted like he was my dad,” he continued, his voice muffled. “Now he can make another kid’s life miserable.”

I kept quiet and just held him. There was nothing I could say to make things better, and Isaac didn’t need my empty platitudes right now.

“He actually thought I’d try to seduce her. Like I could ever be attracted to a woman who fucked my dad.” He shuddered. “Whatever,” he repeated. “I don’t need them. I only need you.”

“You’ve got me, Z.”

He drew in a deep breath and pulled his face from my neck. “Today started out great, but goddamn, I feel like someone pulled the rug out from under me. I always knew my dad didn’t give a shit about me, but it still hurts that he’s so willing to cut me off for a woman he’s known for less than a year. It shouldn’t. I know what kind of person he is, but it does.” He let out a bitter laugh. “My parents suck. I’ve known that since I was a kid, but they’re still my parents. They’re the only family I have, even if they never acted like it. What does it say about me that they don’t just not love me, but they don’t even like me?”

“It doesn’t say anything about you,” I said firmly. “ They’re the problem. They’ve always been the problem. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever known, and they don’t deserve to call themselves your parents after everything they’ve done to you. They don’t deserve to have you in their lives.”

He sighed heavily. “I always figured I’d go no contact with them one day, but I wasn’t ready for it to be now. I wasn’t prepared for today to be the last time I ever talked to my dad.”

“I know.” I pressed my lips against his temple. “I hate that I wasn’t there.”

“It’s okay. The drive gave me a chance to think about a lot of stuff from the past. Things I either repressed or pretended weren’t a big deal when they were. I made so many excuses for them because I didn’t have anyone else. I let so much shit slide because it was easier than pushing back. But all I did was give them permission to keep treating me like crap.”

“It’s a lot to process. A lot to deal with when you weren’t ready for it.”

“I definitely wasn’t ready for any of it.”

“Do you want to sit down?” We were still standing in front of the door. I didn’t mind. I’d hold him as long as he needed me to.

“I think I need to take a shower. I feel gross after that conversation.” He nuzzled my neck.

“Do you want some company?” I asked before I could think about how that sounded.

“Yeah.” He gave me a tight squeeze, then let go and stepped back. “That would be nice.”

“Come on.” I took his hand and led him into the bathroom. “I’ve got you.”

Once the door was closed behind us, I flipped on the overhead fan. Isaac let me move him so he stood in the middle of the space, his eyes shining with trust.

Leaning forward, I kissed him. Not a long kiss, just a soft one to help him feel less alone.

He kissed me back, a smile on his lips when I pulled back.

Silently, I turned the water on. While we waited for it to warm up, I turned back to Isaac.

He’d undone the top two buttons on his shirt but was otherwise still dressed.

“Can I help you with that?” I asked softly, coming to stand in front of him again.

He nodded and dropped his hands.

As gently as possible, I slipped the next button free.

Isaac watched me, his expression a heartbreaking mix of defeated and lost, as I moved down the line of buttons on his shirt, undoing them until the last one fell free.

I pushed the shirt over his shoulders, then tugged it over his hands, letting it flutter to the floor.

Slowly, I knelt in front of him so I could undo his shoes and help him pull them and his socks off.

“Jamie,” he whispered.

“I’ve got you, Z,” I assured him, looking up as I tossed his socks aside. “Just let me take care of you.”

He nodded, his expression softening.

Standing, I undid his pants and pushed them and his underwear over his hips so they puddled on the floor around his ankles.

Isaac stepped out of them, and I took a moment to yank off my tee and shuck off my sweats.

When we were both naked, I took his hand and brought him over to the shower.

“I hate them,” he said as I stuck my hand under the spray to check the water. “I hate my parents.”

“I know. I hate them too.” Shoving the shower curtain back, I motioned for him to step inside the tub. “I hate how much they’ve hurt you, how much they still hurt you.”

I followed him, closing the shower curtain behind me, positioning him so he was under the water and I stood in front of him.

“Tip your head back,” I said softly.

He did, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh.

Being as gentle as possible, I ran my fingers through his hair, washing out the product he’d put in after the gym. When that was done, I picked up the shampoo and squirted some in my hand.

“Ready for me to wash your hair?”

He nodded. His eyes were still closed, but his body was relaxed.

I’d never washed anyone’s hair before, but it wasn’t weird or awkward doing it for Isaac.

It felt good to take care of him this way. To give him some comfort and share a new type of intimacy with him, even if it was something as simple as washing his hair.

When his hair was fully lathered, I tipped his head back and cupped my hand over his forehead, blocking the water so it didn’t drip into his eyes as I rinsed out the suds.

He sighed again and rested his hands on my hips, his thumbs moving over my skin in wide circles.

I tugged him out from under the water when his hair was clean and picked up his body wash.

Isaac opened his eyes.

“Can I?” I held it up.

He nodded again.

I took my time washing him, rubbing my soapy hands over every part of him I could reach, but I stayed away from his dick.

This wasn’t about sex; it was about comfort, and I didn’t want to make it seem like I was asking for more than sharing the moment with him.

He watched me, more life coming back to his eyes with each pass of my hands over his skin.

When he was all clean and rinsed off, he was smiling.

“Thanks,” he said softly.

“No need to thank me. I like taking care of you.” I pecked a kiss against his lips. “Now, how about we switch places for a second so I can get cleaned up too?”

With a soft chuckle, he let me tug him out from under the shower and squeeze past him.

“They always make sharing showers seem so romantic in the movies,” he said, some of his usual spark back. “But they always leave out the fact that only one of you gets to be under the water while the other freezes their ass off waiting for their turn.”

Laughing, I let the water sluice over me. I didn’t really need a second shower, but I might as well take a quick one since I was already wet and in here. “There’s lots of things that seem romantic in the movies that aren’t so much in real life.”

“Like what else?” he asked, his eyes full of life again.

“Like when a couple gets caught in the rain and declares their love for each other or have their big kiss while getting soaked. They make it seem so sexy, but rain is cold and wet shoes are gross.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“And when they use food to be all sexy in bed. Picking crumbs out of my butt crack or dodging smears of whipped cream on my sheets is about the least sexy thing possible.”

“Cosigned.” He shook his head ruefully. “I can’t believe the movies lied to us.”

“I feel so cheated.”

“Same. Like my whole life has been a lie.” He held up my body wash, a wicked grin on his lips. “My turn.”

I stood still as he poured some into his hand.

Isaac’s touch was gentle as he ran his hands over my body, smoothing them over my chest and stomach, then rubbing them over my thighs.

Teasingly, he dipped his fingers between my legs and ran them over my inner thighs, then up to my balls. He rubbed them for a second, then slipped his hands behind me and dragged them over my ass.

“You look good wet,” he murmured, dropping his gaze to my rapidly filling cock.

I snuck a glance at him, relieved that he was just as hard as I was.

“You think so?”

I might not have started this with sex on my mind, but I wasn’t about to stop things if that’s what Isaac wanted.

He nodded, stepping closer to press his body against mine.

“You do too,” I murmured.

He caught my lips in a kiss, his tongue seeking and his mouth demanding.

I let him kiss me, sinking into the sensations of having his big, powerful body in front of me, the warm water hitting my back and running over us.

Isaac groaned and pressed closer, sliding his cock against mine.

We stayed like that for a long time, just kissing and holding each other under the water.

Isaac’s hands wandered over my back, then down to my ass, cupping the globes and teasing them with gentle squeezes.

I groaned into his kiss and rocked my hips, dragging our cocks together.

“What do you want, Z?” I asked, my voice husky from both arousal and emotion.

He squeezed my ass again. “I don’t know.”

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

He shook his head. “I want both of us to feel good.”

I pressed a kiss against his lips. “I have an idea.”

“I’m all ears.”

Rather than tell him what I was thinking, I grabbed his body wash and flipped open the cap.

He watched as I poured some in my hand. His eyes darkened when I rubbed the body wash between my thighs.

The shower wasn’t the place to explore ass play for the first time, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t try something new.

“What do you think?” I asked, turning to face the tiled wall.

Isaac pressed up against my back and wrapped his arms around me. “I think you’re incredible, Jamie. You’re the most important person in my life. I hope you know that.”

“I do.” I turned my face to his. “And I feel the same about you.”

He pressed our foreheads together for a few beats, his breath coming out in a shuddery exhale.

“And you look so damn sexy like this.” He dragged his cock over my ass.

I put my hands on the tiles and arched my back as best I could in the confined space. “You look damn sexy back there.”

“Yeah?” Reaching down, he fit his cock between my thighs.

I squeezed my legs together. “Oh yeah. But then again, you look sexy no matter what.”

“You’re going to give me an ego if you keep complimenting me.” He pumped his hips, sliding his cock through the tight passage of my thighs, the body wash slicking the way.

“Is it complimenting when I’m just stating the truth?”

He chuckled and pumped his hips again. “Not sure.” His big hand circled my cock and gave me a long, slow stroke. “Does this feel good?”

“Yeah, really good. Does it feel good for you?”

“So damn good.” He moved his hips faster, stroking me in time with his thrusts.

I leaned back against him, closing my eyes and sinking into the moment. The warm water at our backs and steamy air billowing around us created a little bubble of intimacy that made everything that much hotter and more incredible.

“Fuck, Jamie.” Isaac rubbed his lips against my neck. “I’m not going to last.”

“Come, Z. Use me and make yourself feel good,” I encouraged.

He made a choked sound and snapped his hips as he fucked my thighs faster, bringing me closer and closer to my release with each stroke of his hand.

“You close?” he asked, his voice breathy and strained.

“So close.”

“Come with me, Jamie.”

He shuddered behind me, his pace faltering, then slammed against me with a loud cry.

Wetness pooled between my legs, and I came hard, shooting over his hand and all over the tiled wall.

Isaac stroked me through it, rocking his hips and using my thighs to prolong his pleasure until we were a boneless mess of limbs.

We stayed like that for a few moments, breathing hard and coming down from our orgasms.

“I swear that wasn’t what I had in mind when I offered to shower with you. I’m not complaining,” I added quickly, “But my intentions were pure.”

“So were mine when I accepted.” He nibbled on my neck, his lips and teeth teasing the sensitive skin. “But then I saw you all wet and perfect, and all my gentlemanly intentions went down the drain.” He bumped his hips against me playfully. “Get it? Down the drain.”

Huffing out a laugh, I widened my stance so his softening cock fell from between my legs. Then I turned in his arms so I could hug him properly. “Guess we’re just a couple of perverts.”

“Guess so.” He gave me a big squeeze. “I swear it never gets old with you.”

I knew exactly what he meant because it was the same with me. Every time with him was just as exciting as the first, and it only made me want more.

“Never,” I agreed. “But we’re about to run out of hot water, so we should probably take care of that before we end up accidentally taking a cold shower.”

Laughing, Isaac untangled himself from me and turned off the water. “That would be a less-than-fun ending to a pretty fun shower.” He rubbed his hand through his hair, shaking some of the water from it. “We’re so doing that again.”

“Hell yeah. I want my turn at that ass. Or thighs,” I corrected.

We climbed out of the tub and grabbed towels from the rack.

“How are you feeling?” I asked as we rubbed the towels over us, drying off.

“Better than I did before.” He shot me a little smile. “Still not great, though.”

“Yeah.” I hung my towel over the shower curtain rod. “I imagine it’ll take a while before everything fully hits.”

“Probably.” He tossed his towel up next to mine.

“Did you eat anything while you were gone?”

He shook his head.

He’d left just before lunch, and it was well past dinner. He had to be starving.

“How about we get some clothes on, and I’ll order us something to eat? We can do another movie night. What do you think of that? Cuddles and pizza?”

“Sounds amazing.” He glanced at the door to the bathroom. “On three?”

I nodded. “One, two, three.”

I threw open the door, the cold air immediately permeating the overly hot and humid bathroom.

As one, we darted into the hall and ran into our rooms to get some clothes on.

I couldn’t change what happened today, and I couldn’t fix it, but I was going to do everything I could to help him through it.