Rory pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor behind him.
“And apparently, that means being disgusting.”
“It’s just a shirt on the floor.” Then he burped. Zeke would have laughed if he didn’t know just how much Rory hated this. He wasn’t someone who willingly would get drunk.
“So, you’ve decided to become an alcoholic?”
Zeke said, crossing his arms over his chest. He was trying his best not to reach out for him. Zeke knew that he would just reject him, and that would hurt too much.
“I’m not an alcoholic.”
“You’re on your way. Three nights, three drunken nights, Rory. That’s an alcoholic.”
“I am not an alcoholic. I’m just blowing off some steam.”
Hearing those words tore away any patience Zeke had.
“Isn’t that the phrase your father used all the time?”
“Watch it, Zeke.”
He ignored the warning.
“Tell me, did he say that before or after he beat you?”
“I said to fucking watch your fucking mouth.”
But he didn’t care. He couldn’t see Rory do this to him. He had a lot of other issues but drinking had been one thing he had never engaged in. He hated the loss of control, and he didn’t trust himself.
“So, you’ve just decided to drink yourself to death like your father.”
He jumped up from the bed and grabbed his shirt. “I don’t have to stay here for this.”
He pulled the shirt on.
“No, run just like your father. A coward unable to accept the fact that he was a bastard. Jesus, I can understand why your mother did it.”
Rory turned and faced him, anger lighting his face but Zeke was past being nice.
“What the fucking hell do you mean by that?”
“Your father was a drunkard coward, petty criminal who couldn’t keep it in his pants. Not unlike you, but at least he married your mother so apparently he had some decency in him. Can you imagine the embarrassment she felt being married to him? A drunk. A man who couldn’t keep a job. Then, raising a son in his spitting image, some fucker who couldn’t even make it through school. Jesus, no wonder she committed suicide.”
He was so gone in his diatribe he didn’t see the punch coming in time to avoid it. He had enough time to move a bit and Rory’s first connected to his jaw.
They tumbled down onto the ground, cursing and screaming at each other. He got a good hit into Rory’s nose, but he felt a few jabs to his ribs. Rory was drunk and not able to fight that well. It only took him a few moments to pin his hands down and dominate him.
They were both breathing heavily. On any other day, this would be sexy. Now, he wanted to throw up.
“Get a hold of yourself.”
The dangerous look he was leveling at Zeke didn’t deter him. He straddled him then took him by the shoulders and shook him.
“You can’t do this. I can’t watch you do it.”
Something he said must have hit Rory. The anger on his face slowly dissolved.
“Oh, babe, I’m sorry.”
He blinked. “What?”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?”
“Yes.” He studied him. “What?”
“I mean this is momentous. Rory McAllister just said he was sorry. This is close to admitting you were wrong.”
Rory toppled Zeke over and switched positions, clasping his hands above his head.
“You’re such a bleeding smart ass.”
He chuckled then sighed as Rory kissed him. It was the first real physical contact he’d had since they’d returned. They had slept in the same bed every night, but not once had they reached out for each other. He reveled in the kiss.
Rory kissed his way down Zeke’s body, grasping his shirt and tearing it open. Buttons flew everywhere, but Zeke ignored it. All that mattered was Rory’s mouth on his skin and the way his tongue slid against him as he moved down his body. He pulled Zeke’s pants off and took his cock in his hand and then into his mouth. Zeke spread his hands into his hair. He knew this wasn’t the answer, but right now, he needed the connection, the primal instinct of connecting with one of his mates.
He thrust up into Rory’s mouth, over and over again. Finally, Rory pulled back and tore at his own jeans. Zeke sat up and grabbed the waistband and yanked the buttons lose. Rory’s cock thrust out into Zeke’s greedy hands. He pumped him, fast and furious. The edge he’d been feeling, the need to connect drove him. It was frantic and overwhelming.
Rory groaned and pulled back, turning around, he straddled Zeke’s head upside down. Zeke took Rory’s cock into his mouth willingly. Rory groaned and did the same to Zeke. Both of them were so close it didn’t take but a few strokes and they were both coming, their ecstasy overtaking both of them as they gave themselves over to the joy of their primal connection.