“Two,” Elania corrects me.
My mom chuckles at her correction. “Are you from here, Elania?” my mom asks, slowly taking a bite of food.
“No, I was born and raised in California. My parents still live there.”
“What in the world brought you to New Jersey then?”
“It’s a long story.”
My mom glances around the room, her humor shining through a little bit. “I have all the time in the world, dear.”
“A guy.”
“But it didn’t work out?”
She smiles and looks at me. “No, thankfully it didn’t.”
I place my hand on hers, “Yes, thankfully it didn’t.”
We continue eating, the two of them are completely lost in conversation. I sit back and watch, enjoying the connection they have. After a while, it’s time for us to go and for my mom to get ready for physical therapy.
“Thanks for having us, Ma,” I tell her, leaning down to hug her.
She hugs me back; there’s not much strength, but I’ll take anything that I can get from her. Elania hugs her too and we leave. I never linger with goodbyes or look back. They are the hardest for me. I think because when I said goodbye before being deployed, I was so sure I would return…but almost didn’t. It’s a fine line now as a trigger for panic attacks and flashbacks, and I don’t need any setbacks. Plus, the sight of her in that chair is so heart wrenching, every single time. I can sense my anxiety lurking beneath the surface.
“Your mom is so sweet,” Elania says as we pull out of the parking lot.
“She’s the best. It was great to see her up today too—that’s the best she’s looked in months.”
“Really?” she asks me, turning the music down in the car.
“Yeah, I think it’s because you came. It made her get up and care how she looked.”
“Come on, Nate, she didn’t do that for me.”
“Of course she did.”
“Well, I’m glad I had a positive impact then.”
“You absolutely did.”
“Do you think she is physically getting better?”
My stomach sinks at her question. “I’m not sure. I mean, she looks the best that she has in a long time, but she does seem a little slower, maybe weaker too. But it could just be me overanalyzing things.”
“I don’t know her, but I think she looked great. She’s so sweet too.”
“Thank you. What do you want to do now?” I ask, completely changing the subject, talking about my mom too much can set me back and I want to stay in a good mind frame for Elania.
“Can we just go to my place?”
“Absolutely.” I put the pedal down for two reasons – she’s choosing to spend the afternoon with me, and I need to be with her. We can always grab her car later because the tension between us is built up, and being with my mom wasn’t the place to let my thoughts morph. Trust me, they wanted to, they might have even twisted for a moment, but I realigned myself like the good son that I am. See? I can be a gentleman when necessary.
“Yesssssss, just like that,” I scream as Nate slams into me. His hands digging into my flesh, my ass in the air, and his cock riding me so hard I can’t think straight. My mind swirls with desire and pain. He hits that spot, the one where it hurts and feels good all at the same time.
Each thrust from him is matched with a grunt. I love his noises and how in the zone he is. When he gets this way, he’s close…again. But so am I, even though I don’t want to let go, I’ll have to. Letting go means that reality will creep back in, and as much as I have been pretending what Alex did isn’t bothering me, it is, and I don’t want to go there now.
So I’d rather remain in this symphony that is Nate and I, our bodies so close, like they were meant for each other. His hard cock, rubbing my insides with every ridge, pleasing me so good.
I keep fighting the urge of letting go. It’s selfish, but Christ, he feels so good. Suddenly, his noises change to loud grunts – he’s coming. My body ignites, letting go right with him, with no warning. Right now, there’s no stopping the progression. I convulse, marveling in everything that is this man and everything that he gives me.
He slows his movements, gently stroking me, giving me every last drop of his cum. I move just a little as our bodies fall against the bed. We roll to our sides and I sigh heavily.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I look in his eyes and find strength. Nodding my head to tell him that I am… although…I’m not sure if I really am okay.
“Have you thought anymore about what I offered?” Nate asks.
I chuckle a little. “I appreciate you trying to help, I really do. But if you tried to talk to Alex, it wouldn’t do a damn thing.”
“Then why don’t you talk to him?” I cringe at the thought. It’s bad enough seeing him and Jaquelle together, much less having to talk to him.