Coming Home

I am SO sorry I haven't updated. I swear to God, my family is like one never ending episode of COPS mixed with Days of Our Lives. I've got one brother on the run from the law (LITERALLY) , one who told me he got married like 3 months ago and is just telling me now, one who decided he's running off to KY to get married because "I'm not gonna be beautiful forever" and taking his kids away from his ex-wife, and a sister who's "baby's daddy" just got sent up for 22 years for drug trafficking, and my mom is flying up for a week. And work's been insane in the membrane. I haven't even had time to take advantage of my new private beach access!! (that's right! god bless my new amenities!) Not sure when life will enter recovery mode, but I am eagerly anticipating it.

I hope all enjoyed the reunion. It's only going to get more complicated from here on out so thank you all for sticking with the story!

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Cage The Elephant- Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
Red Hot Chili Peppers- Otherside
OneRepublic- All The Right Moves
The Killers- Bones


Ven flopped himself down on the small bed with a lumpy mattress. He'd had it since he was 11. He'd done everything to stave off the haunting loneliness that‘d been threatening him since he come home to an empty house. He‘d done his laundry and washed the small two-bedroom trailer house from top to bottom, but, now in the gathering darkness of the approaching evening, he could ignore the one question that plagued him since childhood: Where is my mother?

He huffed, frustrated and irritated that it still could hurt his heart this badly. He was a grown man damnit! He didn't need to know where his mother was every minute of every day. But he still could not brush away the feeling of being lost, abandoned at not having heard nor seen his mother in going on 48 hours. After the first 24 he'd gone out in an effort to forget. THAT had been a night to remember, but he still couldn't find it in himself to call it a mistake. Even if he couldn’t for the life of him remember anything.

He considered going down to The Sagebrush and picking up an extra shift. He knew John had been itching to get a head start on his weekend and he'd gladly hand the reigns over to Ven. He thought about this some more, reasoning that he could use the extra money now that he was back alone. He pushed past the hurt he felt and got up to get ready.

He'd worked in The Sagebrush Saloon for almost six years now. He'd worked himself up from a dishwasher to bartender. Brian had even helped him go to bartending school in Austin. Talk about a deal with the Devil. It never ceased to be a painful reminder to Ven that with all the wonderful people (yeah, right) in his life, Brian had been his best option. It was a good thing that he grew a thick skin so young, otherwise he was positive Brian would've eaten him alive. Unfortunately, he had some serious mommy and daddy issues (who doesn't?) and he always found himself giving Brian just enough to keep him happy, even when he didn’t want to.

Brian had left for his usual annual trip for the Buckeye's game, his alma mater. The atmosphere was always so much more relaxed when he wasn't around. For the staff, things just flowed smoother. It was definitely a time everyone looked forward to. It was a break for Ven for sure, but he had an inkling that whenever Brian returned he'd try and make another pass at him. He pushed that out of his mind, too. He’d deal with that when the time came.

Ven walked into the kitchen once he was dressed and noticed the bundle on the table that‘d been sitting there all day. He’d been eyeing it and was as wary of it as a six footed rattler. There seemed to be a black cloud around it. Deciding to grow up a bit, he took off the rubber band that had held it all together and unfolded the paper. Sitting inside was what had to be over a thousand dollars in twenties. Written in some serial killer scrawl was a note from his mother.

Here's some money I got while working. I'm heading up to Vegas with Cliff. I'll be home next week.

That's all it said and really what did he expect? It was more than he'd ever gotten. But something turned his stomach and it took him a moment to identify what it was. Oh. His mother didn't have a job. She'd hooked when he was younger. They had always lived off disability, welfare, and other things he'd never asked about. Now was no exception. He dropped the money as if it'd burned him. It just made his flesh crawl thinking what depths his mother had sunk to to get it. He left it there as he hurriedly finished getting ready and left as if the devil himself was on his heels all the while thinking, I should’ve just left it alone.

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He was squatted down, washing out the mini fridge that housed his juices when he heard a deep, warm voice from behind him say, "Fancy meeting you here."

Swiveling on his feet and standing up at the same time, a move he completed effortlessly most days, he almost lost his balance when he saw who it was that had spoken to him. Taking a seat was none other than Harrison Caldwell. God, that man looked like sin personified. Something in the back of his mind was sending off little bells, something like a warning.

"Harrison," he said ducking his head down to begin making the dirty Tanqueray martini he knew the man favored. It gave him a moment to compose his thoughts. "Not expecting me to be where I work? I always pegged you for the more astute type." He was arranging the garnishes, blue cheese stuffed olives. Yelch, thought Ven.

"Well, you told me last night that you wouldn't be working."

Ven's brain worked furiously to remember last night. Last night?? Think, think, think....

"Oh shit. I mean-" Ven blushed from the crown of his head to his toes. Cursing was not acceptable in front of customers under any circumstances. His eyes wide and hand covering his mouth, he began to remember a little of what he'd tried to forget.

Chuckling softly, Harrison waved a hand. Those beautiful innocent blue eyes and that fucking adorable blush made him want to push Ven up against a wall again and fuck him senseless. Again. Once had just not been enough. This time he'd follow the trail that blush was blazing. With his tongue.

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad you're here though. This way I don't have to track you down again. I lost the paper where you'd given me your number." he said as he watched those magnificent fingers prepare his favorite drink.

"I gave you my number?" Ven popped out with a note of incredulity before he could stop himself. He'd been dying to get to know the blonde Adonis outside of the walls of The Sagebrush, but he'd never had the guts to try and give him his number. If he was really being honest with himself, he didn't think he was really good enough for THE Harrison Caldwell.

Harrison threw his head back and laughed a full belly laugh. God, this guy was perfect! he thoguht which only added to his mirth. Turning his own baby blues back to Ven, he saw that adorable blush deepen and his head duck farther down over his work.

"I'm so sorry. That really came out wrong." Ven stammered, "What I meant was that, umm, I don't remember."

"I'm not surprised. We did party pretty hard last night." Ven sat the martini in front of him with a questioning glance. "Do you remember any of it?" Harrison asked quieter. A ball of disappointment, frustration, and anticipation was forming in his gut as he read the look that Ven was giving him. Disappointment and frustration that the young man didn't remember when it had been all that Harrison could think of, but anticipation as he couldn't wait to try and jog Ven's memory.

Ven felt like an utter piece of shit. He didn't remember much. He remebered a dark hallway and a devouring mouth and then the next was walking out on a hot brunette... Not Harrison. Oh god! I fucked someone who wasn't the man sitting in front of him right now. Did Harrison think that they had... Fuck! Had they? Did he fuck two men in one night?? Ven's stomach rolled and he was sure that the meager amount he'd eaten all day was about to have it's debut on the counter.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there eager beaver. Slow your roll. Are you okay?" Harrison asked with concern as he leaned forward over the bar to steady Ven with a grip to his shoulder.

Shaking his head to try and clear the fog from the memories, Ven looked up at the man leaning towards him. He wanted to drown in those eyes. Instead he was drowning in shame. Had he really done that? He knew he was what most people would call a slut, a man-whore. But he'd gotten pretty good at ignoring the facts. He worked on forgetting during the day the shame he felt waking up to yet another unknown man. Most of all, he worked on forgetting that each man he woke up next didn't love him and would equally not remember his name when woken up. Which is why he always snuck out before that reality could be confronted. In this moment, not being able to and not wanting to escape Harrison's gaze, Ven was stuck between the proverbial rock and a hard place. And that damned sexy grin Harrison was giving him wasn't helping matters. It made him feel more like shit.

"Veeeen." Harrison teased with a sing songy voice that should not have gone to Ven's cock. "Are you remembering waking up to someone who wasn't me?"

WTF?! Seriously?!?!

With that same sexy smile, Harrison leaned closer, almost crawling over the bar. "Allow me to fill in the details. I hate seeing that pretty face of yours frown."

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Ven was finished with his shift at 12:14. At 12:16 he was straddling Harrison’s lap, lips locked in the ultimate battle, arms clinging to Harrison’s back, and grinding his ass as hard as he could down on that wonderfully thick shaft trapped behind expensive, soaked cloth. He couldn’t hold back the moans that were only making it as far as that blazing inferno devouring his mouth. Harrison’s arms had been wrapped just as tightly around him but those hands itched to get their hands on that beautiful ass. It’s like his hands were made to hold those perfect globes and he could not deny himself. They held it still as he thrust up and down, Ven’s crevasse cradling his cock perfectly.

He smiled against those delectable lips when he heard a soft whimper escape from the young man. “Harrison…” Ven whined.

Lust thickened his voice, as Harrison began to move Ven off his lap and replied, “We need to go. I’m not taking you in the back seat of a car.”

Scoffing, Ven retorted, “Not like it hasn’t happened before.”

With his black work slacks stretched across his ass tightly, the sharp slap to his posterior resounded with a loud smack. It startled Ven and he jumped, eyes widening. He looked at the angry eyes looking back at him. If he hadn’t been so surprised he’d probably have admired how sexy an angry Harrison looked. A strong hand came up to his face and gripped his chin and pulled him closer, but not in a particularly inviting manner.

“Don’t fucking act like what we are about to do together again is some cheap trick your turning. Don’t you ever cheapen what we have together. Do you understand me?” Harrison bit out through clenched teeth.

Still stunned, Ven just nodded. Inside he was thinking, What the hell was that? He wanted to get angry. Harrison had basically just spanked and scolded him like he was a little kid! But he couldn’t. Not with that warm feeling spreading through his chest and an unknown peace taking over his mind. It felt right and he tentatively wanted to feel it again. Not just this feeling, but, shyly he admitted to himself, the feeling of a firm hand sharp against his skin.

Harrison was pleased at the blush that was spreading across Ven’s face along with a small, peaceful smile. Inside, he was jumping for joy. He could tell Ven liked it. And he was more than ready to give the young man more to enjoy. Running his hand soothingly over the spot he'd smacked, he whispered, "Let's go."