22. Twenty two

Isaiah

I was glad when the plane finally landed. We'd made a stop at the safe house, dropping off the boys, and plan on checking on them in a few days. Trenton had called his family and let them know where he was. His mom screamed loudly on the phone which only had increased his tears. She's happy to finally find her son and I"m happy to be able to give them this. Not everyone gets a second chance. Not everyone comes back. His brother unfortunately didn"t and Joey wishes he could somehow make that pain go away for him.

As much as we want to go home, I'm not sure it's safe for us. At least not yet. Staying in my father's large house still feels foreign to me and Joey isn't ready to be surrounded by so many unfamiliar people. I am grateful when Carlos invited us to stay with him in his house where he barely stays himself.

"I have a spare bedroom you two can stay in for the night or however long you need. As long as Santana's alive, there's no guarantee he won't come after us. Especially after we pretty much destroyed his largest business deal and killed one of his best men."

I run my finger over the dusty bookshelf. "He should probably look into hiring a better one next time." I release a sigh, turning toward Carlos who holds a sleepy smile on his face. "I never did say thank you did I? Not this last time at least. Thank you. Joey wouldn"t be laying a few feet away from me right now if it wasn"t for you."

He shuffles where he stands, dropping his gaze to the floor. "It's been a long day, pendejo. We better get some rest. There's a shower in the guest room. I'm sure you both want to get cleaned up first. I'd also appreciate you not staining my sheets with blood."

I nod with my gaze landing on a yawning Joey who's rubbing his eyes and making himself comfortable on the gray suede couch. He had already stripped his clothes off at the door and normally I'd hate anyone else seeing him in nothing but a pair of black panties but I know it wouldn't be the first time Carlos has. The more I think about it, the more I realize it doesn't bother me and neither does the thought of them having to do whatever it took to get them closer to freedom.

We haven't talked about it yet and I'm not sure we need to. Nothing else matters now that Joey is back where he belongs—with me. "Come on Roo, let"s get you cleaned up and to bed."

"I'm not sure I can stand long enough to shower."

"Then maybe we will have a bath instead."

Carlos is already gone when I turn around. I try not to take offense when he disappears into his room and the door slams loudly behind him. I'm sure he's as exhausted as we are, if not more. I doubt he had much sleep ever since he started his search for Joey.

"Are you coming, Izzy?" Joey"s voice is soft and low as he leans against the door frame. "The bathtub won"t start itself you know, and you usually know how to start it better than I do."

I laugh, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him into the guest room. He sits on the bed, watching me lovingly with soft blinking eyes as I walk into the bathroom to turn on the faucet. "Make sure there are lots of bubbles."

"Do you seriously think someone like Carlos would keep bubble bath in his house? The man hardly lives here. I'll be surprised if I can find a bar of soap in the cabinets."

He shrugs. "Any soap would work and I'm not too picky at this point."

I nod, smirking while I search for body wash. I"m surprised when I find ten different kinds of soaps, and an equal amount of shampoo and conditioner in the bottom cabinet. "Old habits die hard," I mutter to myself. I grab one of each, along with two spare toothbrushes. I used to give Carlos a hard time when piles of coupons would fall out of his glove box every time we would go for rides in his car.

He had never struck me as the savings type of guy and people never worried about stuff like that at our age. So I always found it comical and to this day it still makes me smile. I remember when I'd first asked him why coupons and his response plays so clearly in my head as if he only told me yesterday.

"It's one of the few things that makes me feel like everyone else, connecting me to the normal life I once dreamed of living. One day I'd have a family, fall in love, buy a dog, live in a white brick house and be one of those men who took simple joys in things like couponing." I guess he had never let that dream go and I can't help but smile at the thought.

When the bathtub is full of water I help guide Joey through the bathroom door and hold onto him as he lowers himself into bubble filled water. "Just how my Roo likes it."

"Almost like being home again," he says, scooting forward to make room for me. I climb in, letting my knees fall against the porcelain so he can slide his body between them. He leans back against my chest and hands me a white wash rag. "Help me get clean?"

I nibble on the top of his ear. "Always."

I dip the towel into the warm water and cover his chest in bubbles, lightly brushing over each nipple. "Lower," he whispers.

I slide the wash cloth lower, running it over his belly button.

"Lower," he says again between moans.

I move it below his navel, sliding it across his pubic bone.

"Again," his voice comes out hoarse and he's pressing the back of his head into my shoulder.

"Are you sure, baby?" I whisper in his ear.

He nods eagerly. "Please, I need you. I want to feel you everywhere and get lost in your touches until it's all I can focus on."

"Okay. If that's what you need."

"I need you," he says, rubbing his ass over my crotch, waking up my cock.

I run the rag up and down his long length, moving it down to his balls, slowly caressing each one between my fingers. "I missed you, Roo. I'll never leave your side again."

"You can't promise that."

"I'll promise you the world if it means keeping you safe."

"Get me dry and take me to the bed, I want you inside me for as long as I can have you. I want to fall asleep with your cock buried between my cheeks, to be full of your cum."

"Joey…"

"I'm not fragile or delicate. I know what I want. I don't need time to think it through, I only need you. Will you give me that?"

"Yes, baby."

I lift him out of the water, standing him up on the tile floor. I unfold a large fluffy towel and wrap it around his shivering body before guiding him to the bed. He stands in front of it, dropping the towel while smiling at me the same way he did in my office a few days ago, the way he always does. Throwing himself back on the bed, he spreads his legs. "Come show me how much you"ve missed me."

I cock my head, walking closer while taking in his beautiful naked form. Even covered with cuts and bruises, he"s the perfect vision. "Scoot back and lift your knees to your chest, baby. Show me everything that"s mine."

He does as I ask, holding his legs up in the air with his ass and dick fully exposed. It"s like walking into a buffet of all my favorite things. I lean on the bed, gripping his lower thighs to give me a better view of his twitching pink hole. He shivers when I press a kiss to the inside of each thigh. I swipe my tongue over the bead of precum dripping from his slit, closing my eyes to savor the taste. It feels like a lifetime since I last had the chance to. My fingers slowly stroke his length, earning me a few light moans and I lick at his cock again, taking the tip into my mouth. He tastes like soap and him the more I take him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his cock. My fingers itch to be all over his body and so does every part of me. I had almost lost him and there was a huge chance I"d never see him again, so I knew exactly what he meant by needing to feel me everywhere.

I need it too so I can know this is real and not another one of my dreams. "This we do for each other," I say, releasing my mouth with a pop. More mewls and whines slip from his lips when I press a finger to his tight pucker. Spit drips from my mouth, coating his hole and I rub my finger in it before getting him more wet with my eager tongue. Unable to get enough of him, I fuck deeper, spreading his hole with my fingers to give my tongue more access. I lick and suck at his hole in a desperate hunger while fucking him with my fingers. I"ve been starved of him for days and I no longer want to take my time taking what"s mine, what"s ours.

I position my body between his thighs, lining my cock up with his hole. I shove my cock all the way in with one thrust causing his thighs to shake and he clasps the sheets between his fingers. I grab onto his thighs, moving in and out of him slowly at first before increasing my speed. He feels way too good and there"s no way I"ll last long. I don"t need to. Not today. "Fuck, you always feel so good, Roo, so perfect and so mine."

I thrust my hips a few more times and my balls draw tight as heat pools in my stomach. I keep going while stroking Joey"s cock in quick strokes with my fingers. His sounds become animalistic as he thrashes against the sheets and he shoots his cum between us. I keep fucking him while gathering his cum with my fingers and slipping them between my lips with his deep green eyes watching me. I savor the taste of him while filling him with warm spurts of cum. His cheeks are flushed red and his eyes are half lidded. "It really is good to be home."

I chuckle, slowly pulling out of him, loving the way my cum drips from his hole. "We aren"t home yet, mi amor."

He smiles lazily at me. "As long as I"m with you I am, and that felt like a welcome home gift to me."

I smile, pressing a kiss to each of his knees before setting his legs down. "We will be back in our house in Kansas soon and I"ll gladly welcome you home again then."

"I"ll gladly accept when you do, but I kind of like being here in this house." Something tells me he is leaving something out of that sentence, but I am not going to question it today. We have plenty of time for that later. I collapse on the bed beside him, pulling him into my arms, slipping my cock between his cheeks. I bury my nose in his hair, pressing a kiss to the tip of his ear.

"Me too."