|A Promise Amended|
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"Um, what are we going to do about Taylor?" I asked Jared, who was getting dressed. "I mean, we can't just let her get away with what she did."
"Honestly, Tyler, I agree, but I'm just not feeling anymore court. And besides court, what else could we do?" he asked.
"Nothing I guess,"
"I'm sorry, Tyler."
"No, don't be sorry. I'm not in the mood for court either."
The boys should be home any minute so I got dressed as well. As soon as my shirt was on I heard the front door shut. Keegan came running into our room all excited about something. He asked if his friend Mark could come over. I of course said he could. I went downstairs to make another pot of coffee. I've really been drinking that stuff lately. I mean, I've always drunken it, but the past month or so it's been a damn near constant thing. I need to stop.
Trevor asked me what he got on his final. He was relieved when I told him he got a B+. Him and Travers went in the basement to do something, I could only imagine. As a father I should care that he and Trevor are having sex probably almost as much as I've been drinking coffee lately, but I don't. I do care, but as long as they're being safe and trust each other 110%, then I don't see a problem with it. Plus, I'm still young so I know all too well what urges can do to you. They can make you completely vulnerable, or invincible. It's a rush of energy that can't really be explained. And it's something that I can't get enough of, especially now.
Jared came downstairs a few minutes after I did. The two of us enjoyed a cup of coffee while sitting in the kitchen nook. It was beginning to rain outside. When it rains here it really rains here. I don't think there's ever been such a thing as a drizzle around these parts. Storms were our main attraction for the most part.
"Wanna do anything today?" Jared asked, sipping on his coffee.
"Not really, but New Years is in a day or two. Maybe we should throw a party. I haven't talked to Austin in weeks, or days, or something like that." I muffled my laughter.
"Think that's bad? He hasn't talked to me since before the divorce. I've tried calling him, but no one ever answers. I guess he was pissed off at me for the whole thing." Jared spoke in a sad tone. I felt bad for him. "I guess I deserved that though."
"Well, let's invite him over then. I'll call my parents and see if they want to come. Who else could we invite?"
"Zac and Tommy, and probably-"
"Oh, that reminds me!" I said loudly, cutting him off. "I'm trying to trade the Z for Tommy's Fusion so Travers can start driving the boys more instead of always having to ask for the Murano."
"Um, I guess so,"
"Unless you aren't okay with that then we don't have to. We could just try to buy him a new car completely."
"I know it seems impossible, but I think we should consider a new car. Tyler, I can't just give up my Z. I still feel attached to it." Jared turned his head away from me, embarrassed about what he said.
"You don't have t be embarrassed about that, Jared. If you don't feel comfortable with the trade then we won't do it." I assured him. "But how are we going to afford a new car for him?"
"Well" Jared began, "I think when you sell your apartment and most, if not all, of your furniture we could afford a little something for him."
"And what makes you so sure I'm moving back in with you?" I said, faking nausea.
Jared stood from the table and stared at me. His eyes were glazed over. I knew that look. "Because you can't resist." He then slowly turned around and turned to go up the stairs. I jumped up from my seat and took off after him, bearing a huge smile.
"We're home!" Torry yelled. His voice carried through a mostly quiet house. I could hear the faint sound of water running from upstairs. Since Tyler and Jared both weren't down here I could only imagine what they're doing up there.
I made everyone some more hot chocolate. The wind is starting to kick up outside. That means the rain won't be far behind. Storm clouds are visible coming in from the north so I can only imagine how slammed we're gonna get. It's like this every year though. The stormy weather is amazing.
The door bell rang. Keegan and Torry both ran up to the door and swung it open. Those kids are so retarded it amazed me. Luckily for us all it was just Austin.
"Austin, I thought you weren't coming until later?" I asked him.
He looked up the stairs. "I just came by to surprise your parents." He talked slowly, creeping me the hell out. Austin looked down at us and grinned evilly. "Are they in the shower?"
"I think so," I replied, unsure of what was going on.
"What say you get me a cup of ice cold water." he said coolly. "No, wait! How about a nice big bucket?"
"Uh, I'm not sure I know where a bucket-"
"Here, Uncle Austin!" Keegan said, running in with a medium sized bucket. "I found it in the utility room."
"What a great kid you are, Keegan." Austin walked into the kitchen, filled the bucket with some ice cubes and cold water, and stirred the mixture for about ten minutes.
I was a little curious to know what he was doing even though I had a slight hunch as to what he was planning. Austin went upstairs telling us to stay behind.
"Jared, the boys will be home any minute if they're not already." I warned him. "And you know that Keegan is beginning to wonder- Ohh, that... Fuck, Jared." He licked my extra sensitive head to shut me up. It worked.
The shower had become ridden with steam. I was hardly able to clearly make out Jared who was just right below me. The bathroom had also taken a considerable fogging up. It would be difficult or near impossible to see if someone was coming up on us. Someone like our growing-curious-son Keegan.
I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on cumming. After all, the faster I cum for Jared the faster I can get out of this shower. But suddenly, something tremendously freezing poured over the both of us.
"Ahh!" Jared and I shouted in unison. I pushed the shower door open and saw Austin with a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Well, it's nice to see you two have come together once more." Austin said smugly. "Now, get the fuck out of the damn shower, get dressed, and get your asses downstairs in three minutes or I come back up here with my pepper spray and stunner."
Jared and I hustled out of the shower and got dressed. The two of us just made it downstairs as Austin was making his way towards the staircase. He directed us into the office, closing the door behind him.
"I'm not going to get angry or upset. I'm not going to yell or scream. But what I want to know is how in the holy high hell this happened." Austin demanded. His voice was loud so I thought I'd point it out. Big mistake.
"Austin, I thought you said you weren't going to get upset." I said.
He turned to look at me. I so wish I'd kept my mouth shut. "I am calm! You think this is yelling?!" Jared and I both shook our heads no. "Good! Explain!"
Jared started to regale him of what happened between him and Taylor. I got into it after that part. Austin was shocked that Taylor threatened Jared like that. While he was shocked about the Taylor situation, he said he wasn't surprised that we'd end up back together. Austin can be so arrogant at times. After our talk we told him about the party we're planning. Then I realized that New Years is in days so why not have a New Year's party?
"Ohh, fuck," I moaned lowly. "Mmm, yeah," I stroked myself harder and faster as I felt my orgasm nearing. Trevor went home early tonight and we didn't have any private time today so now I have to make myself cum. How lame. But when the cum shot out of my cock a long with a way too loud moan I did not deflate. In fact, I think I got harder.
The way my cock was acting hasn't ever happened to me before. Usually after I cum that's it. That's the final act in the play. An idea suddenly popped in my mind. It's something I've always wanted to try. Let me lay it down for you. Two nights ago after a jack-off session I measured my cock. Know what I discovered? That I have grown one and a half inches in a mere seven months! Is that even fucking possible!? So I got the idea of...uh...sucking myself from a porn I once saw. With a seven and a quarter in cock I do believe I can at least touch the tip with my tongue.
I sat on the edge of my bed and stared down at my cock. Slowly I leaned down with my tongue sticking straight out. All of a sudden a small chill crawls down my spine as I feel my tongue touching the head of my cock. I stopped. I closed my eyes and then continued. The muscles in my back began to stretch. The limit of my stretching was soon reached. But this was not a lost cause for in my mouth is most of my cock head. I cannot wait until I show can show Trevor.
Tonight I couldn't sleep so I figured I'd go out for a small drive. As quietly as I could I crept outside and jumped in my Murano. The night was freezing and dark. There's not a single cloud in the sky. Driving around I got a sudden hunger for something to eat. Gas station cuisine this late at night was out of the question so I went to the store. I walked inside and grabbed a bag of chips and a bottle of strawberry milk.
"Is that gonna be all for you?" the cashier asked.
"Yeah, that'll do it." I said, looking up to her. I stood stunned. "Taylor?"
"Who are... Tyler."
The two of us just stood there staring at each other. My glare was filled with hate and rage. Hers was unreadable due to the fact that I did not care. We were like two lions staring each other down. I wanted her to keep away from my mate, but she wants him. What's a lion to do? Beat the shit out of her.
I handed her a five dollar bill. Waiting for my change, I noticed how hateful she was. Even her stance was that of a tense and stressed person. Her breathing pattern was also different. When stressed and anxious people breathe they raise their shoulders instead of pushing out their stomachs.
"Just so we're clear, you are never to speak to my husband again, do you understand me? And if you try to I will break your spine in half." I threatened her. She just nodded and handed me my change.
Days later-New Year's Eve:
I set the trays of food on the island with great caution. The only other person helping me cook was Travers. He and I are like the chefs of the house. He's really taken an interest in helping me cook and cooking himself. Well, that didn't quite sound right, but I'm pretty sure you get what I mean.
"All right, go ahead and tell everyone they can come and get some food." I said to Travers. He ran into the living room where everyone was watching a movie.
Austin and Monica provided several bottles of champagne saying tonight was a night of celebration. Whatever the hell that meant. Mom and dad brought numerous desserts mentioning that this night was a night to remember. Zac and Tommy ordered up some platters of finger foods for us. They didn't tell me anything weird though. They did, however, have this weird look on their face. It was an anxious look like something was going to happen to me tonight or something.
Everyone got a plate of food and then went back to the living room to continue the movie.
Once the movie was over, me and Trevor went into the basement alone. I told him a few nights ago that I had something amazing to show him. The two of us haven't had any alone time until right now and I am in no mood to waste it.
"So, what'd you want to talk about?" Trevor asked.
I led him to a lone chair in the game room. He sat down, giving me a curious look. I lit two candles, but didn't turn the lights off yet. Trevor's eyes were bulging out as I began to take my clothes off slowly.
"Travers, what are you doing? Is this what you wanted to show me?"
"No, but if you don't like it, then I can..."
"No!" Trevor blurted out.
"I've just realized that we haven't had any alone time lately and the last time we were together I jacked off that night and found something out about myself." I grinned.
"And what would that be?" he inquired.
Instead of answering I finished undressing by pulling my briefs down. Last night I shaved every hair follicle off my body. Trevor seemed impressed by this considering his tongue was dragging on the floor. There was a stool next to the pool table that I slid in front of me. I sat on it and began to lower my mouth towards my cock. With ease, my mouth engulfed the head of my cock. I flicked my tongue off the head, then looked up at Trevor. He was literally drooling.
"That is what I wanted to show you. Was it worth the wait?" I pushed the stool aside.
Trevor jumped up from his seat and picked me up, forcing his mouth onto mine. I wrapped my legs around his hips. Trevor ran us into a wall, but it didn't hurt. It only added to the passion.
"Happy New Year!" everyone shouted as loud as they could. All the couples kissed their significant other. Even Jared and I shared a quick kiss.
Throughout the entire night Jared seemed to be hiding something. In fact, everyone seemed to be hiding something tonight. Those weird words that Austin and Monica and my parents told me seemed to have been completely forgotten. Or at least that's what I thought.
"Tyler," Jared said. I turned away from the festivities and gave him my full attention. "Tyler, there's something I want to ask you."
I smiled widely. "Yeah? What is it?" The room fell completely silent. The only sound was the TV and the celebration in Times Square.
"Our divorce was the most colossal mistake of my life. You have no idea how happy I am again that we're back together." Jared suddenly dropped onto one knee. "Tyler, will you marry me again?" He pulled out my wedding ring that he gave to me six years ago. My jaw hit the floor. I was in complete and utter shock.
"Jared, I..." I began, but I couldn't talk. I was still too shocked. Thoughts soared through my mind. Is it too early to get remarried? What about my apartment and other things? Should I go through with this once more? I guess those are questions that can be easily answered. And one of them could be answered with only one word.
Tears swelled in my eyes as I said, "Yes." Jared slid my ring back onto my finger. The two of us then shared a passionate kiss that signified a new beginning to a new year.