What The Heart Wants

 

Chapter XVI

 

     Jason sighed deeply as he lay on his bed, his eyes closed, listening to his music. Posters of various metal bands dotted his walls. A few articles of clothing were scattered across the hard wooden floor.

     The eighteen-year-old let his mind wander, dwelling upon the events of the past six months. So much had happened and so much had changed. He had changed. It was almost too hard to believe. Six months ago, he wouldn’t have believed who he was now.

           

     “Jason, dinner is ready!” Angela, his mother, shouted from downstairs. Jason sighed again, and rose from his bed, tugging at the sleeves of his black hoodie. He sat at the edge for several moments, just staring at the floor. He rubbed his chin, scanning the room with sapphire eyes, then at last rose to his feet. He ran a hand through his hair as he made his way out, turning off his music as he went, reluctant to head downstairs. If he knew his father, and he did, the man would be drunk as usual.

     “Jason?” his mother called again.

     “Coming mom!” he answered, running a hand through his hair again.

     The black-haired teen took his seat at the table, noting the disapproving looks he got from his father. Fortunately, the man said nothing. Perhaps they could have a peaceful meal for a change, although Jason seriously doubted it.

     “’bout fuckin’ time. What were you doin’, jackin’ off?” his father David slurred, stabbing at his meal. His mother said nothing, as she placed a glass of water for herself on the table and took her seat.

     “No father,” Jason simply replied deadpanned, feeling as if he was going to vomit after speaking the words. His father snorted and continued eating his meal. For once, all was quiet around the table at dinner.

     “Yer goin’ ta boot camp,” David suddenly said. Jason looked up at his father, taken aback.

     “Yer a punk an’ I won’t have a fag fer a son,” the man snarled, shooting a disapproving glare toward his son. Jason just glared back, shooting a silent challenge to his so-called “father”.

     “Unless you wan’ me ta come over there and punch you in yer face I suggest you cut th' shit,” David growled. Jason snorted, turning back to his meal, wearing a face of disgust. The room went silent again for several moments, broken once again, by David.

     “Yer not ta see that little Aussie faggot again either.” At that, Jason’s anger boiled over.

     “He’s not a faggot,” Jason growled, glaring darkly at his father. The man’s head snapped up, locking eyes with those of his son’s.

     “Don’t talk back to me, you worthless punk. I’ll kick yer ass! I ain’t havin’ no dick suckin’ fag fer a son. Yer not seein’ that Aussie queer again!”

     “The fuck I’m not!” Jason hollered, slamming the table and jumping from his seat.

     “Seth is my god damn BOYFRIEND, and I WON’T be told who I can and cannot be with, by some dumb fuck drunk!” Jason shouted, rage contorting his features. His father jumped from his chair and threw it across the room.

     “You watch wha’ yer sayin’ to me, you little fag!”

     “Or what? You gonna hit me? Gonna beat on someone half your age? Yeah, that sounds like your style; you’re a pussy!” Jason snarled. David roared in anger, throwing a plate at Jason. Jason ducked, avoiding the flying dish.  Angela jumped from the table, fleeing into the living room.

      “Both of you stop it!” she yelled, but her plea fell on deaf ears. David crossed the distance to Jason in only two strides, and punched him in the face. Jason staggered back, quickly regaining his footing. He ducked from another punch and speared his father in the gut. He pinned the man beneath him and started punching him.

     “Stop it!” Angela shouted, rushing to her husband’s aid. She managed to pull Jason off of him, after which David quickly got to his feet and landed a punch to Jason’s stomach, knocking both him and his mother backwards.

           

     After several minutes of brawling, the police arrived, knocking down the door. They’d walked in just in time to see Angela crying in a corner, and David, slamming his fist down onto Jason’s face.

     “Break it up! I said break it up!” a female cop shouted, managing to yank David off of his son, his intoxication obvious, as he swayed on his feet. The male officer hauled Jason to his feet. The police proceeded to question David, Angela and Jason. David gave a drunken story about his son being a fag, and attacking him. Jason calmly explained that he and his father argued, things escalated, and they started fighting, and Angela said nothing.

     Everyone was escorted out of the house but David was the only one who had to be handcuffed. Jason and his mother were driven to the hospital so a doctor could check and record his injuries, then they were supposed to go down to the station where Jason was going to have to stay until they 'sorted things out'.

     All the while, Jason wore a blank expression. How things had gone so sour over the years, he couldn’t understand. Still, as his thoughts wandered, they always returned to the two people who consistently cared about him most: his brother Michael, and his boyfriend, Seth.

     Almost an hour later, Michael arrived at the police station. His face showed concern for his brother as he hugged the younger tightly, taking careful note of his bound wrist.

     “Jason, are you alright?” Michael asked, examining his little brother with hazel eyes. Jason managed a weak smiled and nodded. He raised his wrist slightly, indicating the sling.

     “Other than the sprained wrist…yeah,” Michael glared at David, who seemed to be mostly out of it and then turned his attention to his mother. Taking a few threatening steps forward, he snapped, “you’re his goddamn mother! You’re supposed to protect him!” Angela said nothing, avoiding her son’s scrutinizing gaze.

     Michael pulled a few strings and managed to get Jason released.

     “C’mon, you’re staying with me,” he said softly, leading his brother out of the station. Jason slid into the passenger’s side, and just stared out the window…thinking…

     They arrived at Michael’s house, and the elder led the teen inside. All the while, Jason’s face was blank. As they came through the door, Blitz ran up to them, tail wagging happily. Jason didn’t respond, and Michael merely pet him before leading Jason to the guestroom.

     “Why don’t you rest for a while little brother. You look exhausted,” Michael said softly, kissing his brother on the forehead. Jason sighed and nodded, making his way into the bedroom and flopping down onto the bed. A few moments later, Blitz came in and jumped up on the bed with him, laying down beside him and resting his head on the teen’s chest. The dog looked at him with his big brown eyes and whined a little, to which Jason couldn’t help but the smile. He brought his healthy arm around the dog and sighed, when Blitz licked his face once, before letting out a huff.

 

* * * * * *

 

     Jason sat on the sidewalk, outside his brother’s house, letting his thoughts wander. Everything had gotten so fucked up, and he secretly wondered if it was his entire fault.

     “Hey Jason!” Seth called, trotting up to the teen. Jason looked up and smiled at the brunet.

     “Seth, hey! What’s up?” he asked. Seth was silent, save for his panting as he tried to catch his breath. Finally he answered.

     “Are you alright?! I heard the police were at your house last night, and I was so worried!” Seth asked worriedly. Jason’s smile faltered. He stood, and pulled the brunet into a tight hug.

     “I’m alright. The wrist is a little sore, but I’ll be okay,” Jason answered. Seth sighed and kissed him deeply, not caring who saw, and apparently Jason didn’t either.

     “C’mon, let’s go inside, yeah?” Jason asked, caressing the other’s cheek. Seth smiled and allowed himself to be tugged into the house.

     “Mike, Seth’s here! I hope that’s alright!” Jason called. Michael came out of the kitchen and smiled.

     “Of course it is! Make yourself at home Seth!” Michael replied, flashing the teens a smile.

     “Oh Jason, I’d like to talk to you by the way.” Jason turned to his brother and nodded. He pointed toward his bedroom.

     “Wait in my room, alright? And don’t worry about Blitz; he’s harmless!” Jason said. Seth smirked and nodded, heading into the bedroom. Jason turned back to Michael who gestured for him to follow him into the living room. Both males sat on the couch and were silent for many moments.

     “I’ve decided to move you in with me,” Michael finally said, leaning forward and clasping his hands together. Jason’s head shot up in surprise.

     “W-what?” he asked, taken aback.

     “I’m going to move you in with me and file for guardianship. I’ll be responsible for you until you’re twenty-one, but I don’t mind. Money will be tight for a while, but we’ll figure it out.” Jason stared at his brother still stunned. Then finally, a smile made his way to his face as he jumped up and hugged his brother tightly.

     “Thank you so much!” Jason exclaimed. Michael laughed as he rose from his seat, returning the hug and patting his brother on the back.

     “Don’t mention it! Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to check the mail. Why don’t you go spend a little time with your boyfriend, hm?” Jason blushed a little and nodded, quick-walking to the guest bedroom. There on the bed, sat Seth, Blitz’s head resting in his lap, and he petting the dog slowly. The brunet looked up and smiled.

     “Hey Jason! I heard a little bit of that; sounds like good news!” Seth said cheerily. Jason smiled and nodded, coming to sit beside his lover.

     “It is. I’m…finally free…of dad. Of mom. Now I don’t have to hide anymore. We don’t have to hide anymore.” Seth smiled brightly, placing a tender kiss to his lover’s lips.

     “You know…I could use a shower. What say you join me and we…celebrate?” Jason purred, resting his forehead against Seth’s. Seth hummed happily.

     “Oh? Oui, oui,” he replied, earning a chuckle from the other. Jason grabbed up some clothes, tossing some to Seth.

     “You left those here the last time you spent the night,” Jason replied. Seth eyed them carefully, noting they’d been washed. He smiled, and grabbed Jason by his wrist, tugging him out of the bedroom.

     “I’m tellin’ ya Jason; you’re too cute!” The teens stopped when they saw Michael, reading something, standing there dumbfounded.

     “Michael, what’s wrong?” Jason asked, parting from his boyfriend. Michael looked up, face still showing surprise.

     “It’s mom…she…she signed over all her parental rights…to me,” Michael said incredulously. Michael handed Jason a note written by their mother. He took it and read it through.

    

Michael and Jason,

I know I haven’t been the best mother in the world. No, I’ve been terrible. Which is why, Jason, I’m signing my parental rights over to your brother. He’ll do what’s best for you while I get help. Maybe someday, I’ll be the mother you’ve always deserved. Take care, and listen to your brother. I love you both.

Sincerely,

Mom

     Jason stared at the letter, dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe what he was reading!

     “I guess…all those talks with her weren’t in vain after all,” Michael said with a soft smile, kissing his brother’s forehead. Jason smiled, handing the letter back to his older brother.

     “I guess so. Maybe she’ll finally be able to let go of dad,” Jason answered. Michael smiled, ruffling his little brother’s hair.

     “Yeah. You two go have fun now, while I cook dinner, alright?” Michael said smoothly, winking at the teens. Both boys blushed at the other’s suggestive words, then Jason grabbed Seth’s wrist and led him into the bathroom. They stripped slowly, watching each other with heated eyes. Jason turned the water on, getting it nice and hot, then stepped inside, gesturing for Seth to follow. The teen grinned seductively, stepping into the shower and immediately pressing his lips to Jason’s.

     “Hmm. Nice, hot, shower sex?” he purred. Jason grinned wickedly as he suddenly pinned Seth to the wall.

     “Hmm, maybe. Very tempting when I have you like this,” he teased. Seth gasped when Jason attacked his neck, then again when he felt a finger at his entrance.

     “Oh god,” he murmured, earning a chuckled from the other. Another hand snuck down and fisted his erection. Seth let out a long moan as he desperately clung to the other teen. Jason added another finger, earning yet another gasp.

     “F-fuck…hurry!” Seth panted, a hand finding its way into his lover’s raven hair. Jason smirked against his neck, as he placed feather light kisses along his lover’s throat and collarbone. Jason added a third finger, slowly preparing the other. Seth whined a bit as Jason withdrew his fingers, but gasped when he felt the head of the other’s erection against his ass.

     “Don’t tease me you ass!” Seth complained. Jason couldn’t help but to laugh.

     “What was it you said about a bossy bottom?” he asked, a seductive grin on his face. Seth opened his mouth to respond, but instead only moaned as he felt the other push into him, bringing his legs up around his waist. Seth tugged him closer as Jason buried himself further into his lover. The heat of the water, the love, and lust; neither of them were going to last long.

     Jason thrust slowly in and out of the Australian, the pants and moans he drew out of the other so erotic, only spurring him on.

     “Please…more!” Seth gasped. Jason sped up his thrusts, holding the other up with one hand, as the other started fisting the brunet’s erection. Seth cried out as he spilled his essence all over his stomach and his lover’s hand, quickly being washed away by the hot water. Jason followed moments later, grunting in pleasure as he filled the other. He slowly pulled out, both breathing heavily as they sank to the floor. They looked up at each other, smiling and satisfied as the leaned closer for a deep, passionate kiss.

     The teens made their way into the bedroom, fully dressed, hand-in-hand, fingers enlaced. Jason led his boyfriend to the bed, where the two teens lay said by side. Seth laid his head on his lover’s chest, while Jason held him close, both of them just enjoying each other’s warmth and closeness.

     “I love you,” Seth whispered. Jason smiled.

     “I love you too,” he replied. He closed his eyes, his heart so full of love and happiness. After years of mental and physical abuse, he’d finally found happiness, found love, and for once, the world seemed a little brighter.

 

~The End~

(Although, possible Sequel in the future. ;P )