The room went silent. Gabriel’s eyes turned away, but Nathan could see them glistening even from the side.
“I wish I could take all that pain away…trust me. I tried.” Nathan explained. “But I feel like I’m only making things worse.” He reasoned. “You quit school, and you’re missing work…if I let you stay, I’ll only postpone the inevitable.” Nathan conveyed.
Gabriel turned his eyes back at him.
“Typical. When things get rough, you run away.” Gabriel uttered, every word stabbing Nathan across the table.
“I’ve called your father. He said you can stay at his place until you get your act together.” Nathan informed calmly.
“I’m not staying there.” Gabriel mumbled, leaning forward with his elbows on the table, hands to his head.
“You don’t have a choice. He’s the only one who will put up with your shit.” Nathan fired back. Gabriel chuckled sarcastically, his eyes scanning Nathan with disdain.
“You know what…fine.” Gabriel replied, standing up, picking up his plate, and tossing it into the sink, shattering it into pieces. Nathan’s body trembled. Gabriel leaned into Nathan and took his mouth to his ear. “You’re right. You couldn’t possibly compete with him.” His voice slithered with malice before walking to the living room, grabbing some random shirt and sweatpants from one of the bags, picking everything up, and closing the door behind him.
One hour plane ride later, a bus and an Uber, and Gabriel stood at the far end of Jonathan’s street. The exact spot where he would meet Elliot every day before they’d walk to school. A dark and bitter wave of nostalgia washed over Gabriel, and he immediately regretted returning. But he knew that for now, he had no choice, so he picked up his stuff and walked over to his dad’s house. As he stepped onto the lawn, he immediately noticed how clean and neatly maintained it looked. Jonathan had put the boy’s tent away too. He walked up the porch steps and knocked on the door. But as he did, he noticed a note inside the screen door.
“AT WORK. USE YOUR KEY.”
Gabriel sighed, took his backpack from his back, and took his keys out, opening the door. He walked inside and went straight to his room on the right of the small hallway. Everything was the same as when he left. Jonathan had left freshly folded bedsheets at the edge of the bed. Gabriel tossed his bags to a corner and begrudgingly made the bed, undressing and ambling naked over to the bathroom, where he proceeded to shower. He returned to the room, the body still dripping slightly, put on a fresh pair of undies, and threw himself into the bed, spreading his whole body before exhaling profusely. A few minutes later, Gabriel fell deeply asleep.
He woke up a couple of hours later, already dark outside.
As soon as he lifted his head, he heard a noise from the kitchen. He momentarily leaned forward and sat on the bed, rubbing his face, trying to wake himself up before he rolled off and stood up. He slid his hand inside his briefs, adjusted his stiff cock, opened the door, and walked across the corridor to the bathroom. He stood over the toilet, aiming his dick down, and waited for his bladder to empty, his head tilting back as he looked at the ceiling. Soon, he started to hear Jonathan whistling. Gabriel’s eyes flared, and his groin twitched. Even though they had fallen out, Jonathan’s presence still stirred something inside him. His chest would expand, and his heart would race. He flushed, washed his hands, and strolled in his undies towards the kitchen. Jonathan stood at the sink, washing some dishes, his hair in a bun, his massive muscular back facing Gabriel, and his perfect ass covered by tight denim jeans. As soon as Gabriel entered the room, Jonathan felt his presence, turning around.
“Hey.” He said, the once captivating twinkle in his eyes gone. Gabriel said nothing as he walked to the counter, sitting on one of the stools. “Yeah, have a seat.” Jonathan voiced sarcastically. “Are you hungry? I have some Chinese leftovers, I think…” He offered, opening the fridge.
“No. But I’ll have a beer.” Gabriel replied.
“Not in my house.” Jonathan fired back, his eyes piercing Gabriel.
“Fine. Like I give a fuck.” Gabriel muttered, his teeth clenching in bottled anger.
“Watch your mouth, young man…” Jonathan threatened, his eyes twitching as he stared down at his son. Gabriel faced his gaze, their eyes locked in a staring match, rage and bitterness boiling.
Suddenly, Gabriel’s arm punched forward, hitting a cereal bowl in front of him, making it fly across the room and hit one of the kitchen cupboards.
He didn’t even have time to think when Jonathan’s towering body lunged over him, grabbing his neck and pushing him through the air, his back hitting the wall behind them with a loud thump. Jonathan’s hand gripped Gabriel’s neck, pressing on it. Gabriel’s soulless eyes stared back at his father, teasing the violence out of him.
“Hit me. Come on…I know you want to.” Gabriel provoked, his face tensing up as Jonathan’s grip became more vigorous. “I love it…when you choke me…like…fuck.” Gabriel stuttered, his face turning red and bloated. He let out a gush of air, drool sliding off his mouth.
Suddenly, Jonathan unlocked his hand, and Gabriel’s feet finally touched the ground. His hand came up to his neck as he coughed and panted frenetically.
“Jesus, fuck. I almost passed out there.” He mocked, laughing hysterically. He crawled from under Jonathan and sat on the stool again, his neck now bruised and red. “Don’t worry. I won’t stay long. Tomorrow night I’ll fly back. Going to crash at a friend’s house.” Gabriel informed casually.
“Who?” Jonathan questioned.
“Austin. You don’t know him. Best piece of ass I’ve had in weeks.” He razzed.
Jonathan’s eyes closed, and a profound pain washed over him. Gabriel always knew how to tease his father’s vulnerable points. Only this time, he was doing it out of spite and cruelty.
“How did we get here, Gabriel…?” Jonathan’s voice questioned, his forehead leaning against the wall, taking the space his son was in just a few moments ago.
“You know how.” Gabriel replied, his voice sharp and relentless.
“How long are you gonna keep blaming me?” Jonathan contested. But there was no answer.
“I’m going to bed.” Gabriel mumbled before getting up and walking away, shutting the door loudly.
Jonathan went behind the counter and slowly picked up the glass shards from the bowl before closing the light and walking up the stairs to his room.
A few hours later, he lay naked in his bed, a small crack in the window letting a soft breeze float through. Then suddenly, his body twitched, startled as he sensed a presence. Jonathan’s eyes opened and glanced at the room’s doorway, where a shadow loomed. Gabriel stood there, barely visible. But Jonathan could see the boy’s hand caressing his cock under his briefs.
“Gabriel, is everything…” He uttered before stopping himself as his son suddenly stepped forward.
Gabriel ambled over to Jonathan slowly. With each step he took, Jonathan’s cock grew an inch, and by the time the boy reached the bed, its massive size was on full display. Everything felt blurred, their actions protected by a dark veil. But as Gabriel grew closer, the light from the window shined on him, exposing part of his abdomen. Jonathan’s eyes glistened with emotion. It had been a while since he had seen his son’s body this close. Gabriel grabbed Jonathan’s foot and pushed one of his legs to the side, making room to slide between them and stuff the stud’s throbbing cock inside his mouth. Jonathan’s head snarled back in ecstasy. Gabriel’s mouth felt warm, gentle, and familiar. His tongue glided along it like an old friend, greeting it. It was aware of Jonathan’s sensitive spots. Gabriel began to release these soft moans, submissive and disarming. Soon, his head bobbed up and down his father’s giant shaft like a pro. Sucking Jonathan was second nature to Gabriel, and not even their unresolved issues could quell his thirst.