Heart of the Storm
A mother is supposed to be someone you can count on, lean on, encourage you, love you beyond the wind, and protect you from all the storms in life. What happens when the person who gave you life becomes the heart of your storm? When all your pain, heartache, and desperate needs stem from the person who gave you life, do you stand tall or do you fumble under the weight of the rain?
Ant quickly jumped off the sofa bed. His bare ass jiggled as he grabbed his clothes and began to slip them on. The room was quiet and thick with tension. His eyes caught Grayson. The man was locked in a death stare with his mother. The look in her eyes could have burned a hole in the fabric of space. Her thick frame was complemented by the glass of vodka she was holding. There was something so unnerving about the exchange between Grayson and his mother. Years of dislike, pain, and hurt sat right on the edge of the surface.
“Blue?” Ant called him. He felt nervous about the situation.
She laughed. “Blue? That’s cute,” her voice was soft and taunting. “You just gonna stand there naked? Or are you going to put some clothes on and leave my home?”
“I’ll put my clothes on, but I ain’t going nowhere,” he answered her.
Grayson bent down and picked up his scattered articles of clothing. As he slipped them on, her eyes shifted toward Ant. She saw him, and she was taken back to that night all those years ago. She could see it so clearly. The two of them on her sofa fucking like perverted animals. It made her blood boil.
She snapped her head at Grayson. “You brought him back to the scene of the crime,” she accused. Her words were like acid. “You get pleasure out of making me cry, don’t you?”
Grayson laughed out loud. “You cry? That’s rich coming from the woman who turned her back on her own son.”
“Oh, please, Grayson. Don’t be so dramatic. You’re in my house, aren’t you?”
He shouted, “You tossed me out in a fucking STORM!”
“Just who the hell are you yelling at? You better show me some damn respect in my house, boy.” She was quick with her words and her ability to scold him like he were still a child.
“Boy?” He asked dumbfounded, appalled, and with a smudge of humor. “In case you missed it, I’ve all grown up now. Oh, that’s right, you did miss it when you kicked me out for being gay. When you abandoned me when Braylon died!”
“BASTARD!” She screamed. She ran over and slapped him across the face.
“Blue, let’s go,” Ant said as he pulled Grayson by the arm.
Grayson snatched away, “Get off of me. I’m not going anywhere. It’s time we cleared the air.”
“Get out, Grayson. I don’t want you here. You ruined this family,” she cried.
“I ruined this family, or did you ruin it? It’s so much easier to blame someone else when you fuck up in life. But let's face it, Mommy Dearest, I didn’t just walk out. You tossed your own child out in the cold like trash. I was out there because you put me out. Braylon was out there because of YOU!” He screamed the words at her. His full bottled-up rage had broken through.
“I KNOW,” she confessed. Her heart broke over again as if Braylon had just died once again. “I own my part in it. I put you out, and Braylon did follow you, but make no mistake about it. You are responsible for my baby’s death!”
Her comment froze Grayson. In the distance, he could see Braylon standing at the edge of the slide, crying for him. The twister was moving in. The fear of that night gripped him. He could feel it all over again deep in his bones. His body burned the feelings and emotions of that night. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes.
“That’s not fucking fair,” Anthony shouted. “Blue didn’t do anything.”
She growled, “Oh fuck you, you cream puff. This has nothing to do with you. Don’t make me call ICE on you.”
“And I’ll call the cops,” Ant retorted. “We both can fight fire with fire.”
She paused and narrowed her eyes at Anthony. He stared into her eyes without blinking. She was impressed with his ability to hold his own against her. He wasn’t the fight she wanted and craved for. No, the fight she wanted was with Grayson.
“You’re right.” The words left Grayson’s lips like a secret escaping into the public. He had failed to protect his little brother, and that was something he would always have to live with. His admission rocked her for a second. It knocked her off a game a bit.
“I know I’m right. I don’t need you to validate what I say. No one will ever love you when they know you killed your own brother. You did that! You let it take him, and I will never forgive you for that. It should have been you.” There was honesty in her words. Her grief over both sons had caused her to fill with hate for the one who did survive.
Ant placed his hand on Grayson’s shoulder. He wanted to shield him from all the hate. “Blue, don’t listen to her. She’s a bitter old drunk!”
“I warned you about that mouth. Don’t make me put something in your ass. We both know how much you’d love that.” She gave him a sinister smile. She was getting off on the pain and hate. She worked through both of them like an ultimate villain.
“It should have been me. In some ways, it was me that night as well. For the longest, I thought I didn’t deserve any love. I felt like I was damaged and not good enough for life. Then a funny thing happened on the way here. I felt love for the first time in twelve years. So, spit your words and cut me open. It doesn’t matter because I have something you’ll never have. Someone in this world saw me and said I was worthy of love. All anyone will ever see when they look at you is what was. No one will love you, and you will die a miserable old lady with a life of regret. So, go forward and tell the world that both your sons died that night. I’m never coming back here again.”
Grayson turned and walked away from her. She didn’t appreciate how he ended things and dismissed her words.
“You’ll be back. I know you will because misery loves company and we both are some miserable mother fuckers!”
Grayson refused to give her the pleasure of a response. He opened the door and walked out of the basement and into the sunlight. Anthony went to follow, and she grabbed him by the arm.
“Unhand me, lady,” he told her as he tried to break free from her.
“Bring him back,” she pleaded. “Bring him back. I ain’t done telling him how I feel.”
She screamed, “GRAYSON! Come back. I said come back! You listen to your mother! Come BACK!”
There was no going back. Grayson finally understood what it meant to let go, and so he did. Anthony broke free from her. He ran out of the basement, but Grayson had already disappeared. Ant’s heart dropped. Once again, his Blue had walked out of his life.
It was literally the fifth bar that Grayson had walked into. He knew Aiden liked to go to a nice bar and have a drink after a bad day. He had to find the man and make things right. He walked in, and there he was sitting at the end of the counter. Grayson took a nervous breath.
“I’m the Problem” by Morgan Wallen gave life to the room. Aiden looked up from his drink. He felt him the second he walked into the bar. That strong wind and sweet warmth that only a storm could deliver filled him with joy. He looked in Grayson’s direction. He wanted to be angry and not give him a second thought.
He couldn’t find the courage to walk away. Instead, he stood up and held his hand out. Grayson gave Aiden his hand, and the man pulled him to a back hall. He pushed Grayson’s back up against a wall. The force should have knocked the wind out of him. Instead, the wind held still, and he waited for Aiden to speak.
“You left me earlier. I’m trying to love you, and you refuse to let me. You keep trying to make it hard at every turn you arrogant fucker! I’m not going anywhere, so the sooner you stop fighting me, the happier we’ll be. You understand me?” Aiden was full of authority and power. Power that was hot and dripping with sensuality.
“Yes,” Grayson responded.
Aiden groaned. He needed answers. “Why, Grayson? Why do you twist and pull at every damn turn. Can’t you see I’m real?”
Grayson sighed, “I don’t know how to be loved or love anyone. I haven’t felt that in twelve years. It might take me a little time, but I’m not gonna run again. I’m sorry.”
Aiden rested his forehead against the stud’s. “Don’t leave me again, Grayson. I swear to Moses, if you do, I’ll…” his voice trailed off. He just wanted to wrap his arms around the man and kiss him. He pulled his head away. His blue eyes connected with those grey eyes. There was something strong between the two of them.
“I won’t,” Grayson whispered. He was being honest. He had no intentions of running from Aiden. His days of running were firmly behind him.
Aiden simply asked, “How do I know I can trust you not to run and just stay?”
“Because I realized that my whole life, I’ve been allowing someone who doesn't love me to be the heart of my storm. I want you as the heart of my storm. You scare me, calm me, feel me, breathe me, and most importantly, you see me. I see you as well. You’re my blue sky, and that makes you the heart of my storm.”
“Damn you for making me love you,” he said.
Aiden gripped the sides of Grayson’s face. He pulled him in for a hot, fast, and passionate kiss. Their hands quickly roamed each other’s bodies. As they broke from the kiss, Grayson’s pants could be heard. Aiden moved down the side of his neck licking, sucking, and biting like a man on the prowl.
A door opened at the end of the hall. The two quickly jumped and pulled away. As the two women walked by them, they tried to pretend nothing was going on. The entire time, they kept stealing glances at one another. It was sweet and pure. It was magical…maybe. DEFINITELY! “Sober” by Kelly Clarkson began to play.
“I want you right now,” Aiden told him.
“What are you waiting for. Take me, Sky.”
“Playing with a bull will only get you one thing,” he told him.
Grayson gave Aiden’s cock a squeeze through his jeans. “Lucky for me, I can handle the bull I’ve been riding.”
Aiden took hold of his hand and pulled him down the hall. The door burst open into the room, and Aiden and Grayson stumbled in. Their lips were locked in a fiery kiss. Aiden stumbled in backward with Grayson joined at his face. Grayson kicked the door closed behind them. Articles of clothing came flying off. They quickly undressed one another and stood naked in the middle of the small office.
Grayson took his chocolate long, erection into his hand along with Aiden’s cock. He stroked the two side by side. Aiden’s eyes rolled briefly in pleasure. Grayson dropped to his knees and took the long cock into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the head of it and began to glide it in and out of his mouth.
“Oh God, yes,” Aiden moaned.
Aiden placed his hands on the back of the talented man’s head and thrust into his mouth. His cock slid deeper down Grayson’s throat. Those lips felt incredible around his tool. He pulled his dripping wet tool from Grayson’s mouth. He lifted him up and sat him on the long oak wood desk. Aiden knelt between those thick thighs. He spread them open and admired Grayson’s dark rosebud.
He ran his tongue along it. Grayson's body shivered. Aiden’s tongue swirled around the ring and across the wrinkled anal flesh. He pushed his tongue deep inside of him. He could taste every intricate detail about the man he called Storm. His tongue slowly moved in and out and flicked around the skin.
Grayson groaned, “That feels like magic.”
“You can’t tell me you aren’t mine,” Aiden spoke with possessiveness. It was hot and infectious.
Aiden stood up and lined his cock up with Grayson’s hole. He pushed, and it slid inside. Those velvet walls opened and that warmth took hold of his cock. Those anal walls claimed him and he liked it. He slid every inch of his rigid pole deep inside of the man. Grayson wasted no time. He rocked his body on Aiden’s cock. He wanted it! He loved the way it slid along his walls.
“Harder,” Grayson begged. “Fuck me harder please.”
Aiden wrapped his arms around the man’s body and began to pound him thoroughly. Over and over his cock slid in and out of him. The sounds of their moans and bodies collided. That sound filled the room. Each thrust was louder than the previous. The pleasure felt intense. Aiden’s cock throbbed inside of his partner. He slid deeper and deeper. Grayson’s hole moistened around the invading member. He took it deep and he took it well.
Aiden pulled out of him. He carried him to the small love seat and dropped him on it. They both laughed. Aiden quickly straddled Grayson’s face. Grayson's long tongue flicked back and forth against Aiden’s pink pucker. He lapped at it, coating it with his saliva. Aiden moved his hips round and round. His ring throbbed and ached to be filled with something.
“Let me show how much I want you in my life,” Aiden said.
He moved down Grayson’s body and eased his hole onto that long rod. It breached his anal walls and both men let out a loud sigh. Aiden quickly began to move up and down the length of Grayson’s pole. His hole tingled and he tossed his head back. There was absolute bliss in the way his insides felt. He bounced up and down faster. Grayson’s eyes rolled. He hadn’t expected Aiden to be versatile in the bedroom. It was a welcome surprise.
“Ooooh yes. More,” Aiden cried. “Pound that top ass!”
Grayson rolled him onto his back. He pushed his cock deeper into Aiden. He fucked him harder and faster. Aiden took hold of his erection and began to stroke himself to the feel of Grayson’s cock. Grayson worked his hips. He fucked him harder and deeper. His low-hanging balls pounded into Aiden’s backside. Their eyes locked for a brief moment. Pleasure exploded like a hand grenade. Aiden’s cock erupted. His semen fired off and coated his chest. The walls of his anus flexed around Grayson’s member.
“YES!” Grayson screamed as he pushed one final time inside the gorgeous cowboy. His cock swelled and then fired off hot ropes of cum deep inside him. He coated Aiden’s insides with his dark, sweet juices.
“Holy shit,” Grayson breathed. “That was hot and unexpected. You been holding out on me, Sky.”
“Not anymore,’ he said with a grin. “Stick around because I’m full of surprises that I want to share with you.”
There was a loud banging at the door. The two men jumped and quickly began to dress. They left the bar holding hands. The breeze from the night sky felt like cool liquid pressed upon their sweaty skin. The night was young, and it was theirs to do whatever they pleased. That quickie in the back room had only left them wanting more.
A fist quickly connected with the right side of Aiden’s face. The sheer force knocked him to the ground. It happened so fast, it took Grayson by surprise. He looked at Aiden, and then his eyes met the person behind that on your ass punch…Anthony! Thunder roared in the sky and in Grayson’s eyes. Nobody was going to hurt the heart of his storm. Not even, Ant!
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