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Blake
Five Years Ago
I spent the day cleaning the house from top to bottom while Tommy was at school and hockey practice. His parents wouldn’t let him miss any more days, and I had a lot on my mind. I had hoped that it would help. I had so much to think about with Tommy, my mother, and the band that it was the only thing that kept me from losing my mind.
What if Mulligan didn’t make it? What if my mother started drinking again? What if Killian and Maverick killed one another? I stopped to wipe the sweat from my brow as a chill ran up my spine.
What if Tommy changed his mind about us?
I sighed and tried to push the negative thoughts from my brain. Maybe Killian and Maverick needed to beat the hell out of one another. It might be good for them to get everything out in the open. Maybe then we could all be friends again. Brothers, even. I snorted. That would be the day.
I moved into the kitchen and filled up a glass of water as I stared out the window over the sink. Spring was in the air. Buds were beginning to bloom on the trees, the birds were active, and the world was starting to come alive again. This was my favorite time of the year. Right before the bugs came back, the air became too hot to breathe, and the sun tried to kill you.
I would miss living here in Canfield. The nights spent with Tommy, before and after we got together, playing video games, and watching movies together in his parents’ family room. Hanging out with the band, playing gigs with our friends. I knew it was the right thing for me, but I was scared of the chance, of what might happen. What might happen to my mom when I wasn’t here to help her? What if she passed out and choked on her own vomit? What if no one came looking for her?
I fisted my hair in one hand and tugged on it. Guilt knotted my stomach, and I put the glass down before I dropped it. I couldn’t leave her. I would be worried every minute of every day that something would happen, and it would be all my fault. I dropped to my knees and wrapped my arms around myself. I tried to take deep breaths to calm my racing heart, the thoughts that wouldn’t stop, but it didn’t seem to help.
Big, strong arms suddenly engulfed me. “I’m here, Bug.” Tommy’s husky voice caused me to sag against his chest. He hummed softly and eased me into a sitting position, keeping me in his embrace. “Talk to me.”
I shook my head. “It’s stupid.”
“Nothing that has you this worried is stupid.” He tilted my head up. “Your mom?”
I nodded as my vision blurred.
“She’s going to be okay, Blake, I promise.”
“How can you promise that?”
Tommy’s dark eyes flashed with compassion. “Because I can.”
I twisted my head so I could claim his soft lips, and a low groan escaped Tommy’s throat. I spun around, fisting my hands into the front of his letterman’s jacket only to whine when he pulled back.
“Please,” I begged.
“Talk to me first.” Tommy tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
I shook my head. “I don’t... Tommy!” I exclaimed when he lifted me up over his shoulder and walked toward the living room. He didn’t stop there. He carried me up the stairs, practically kicked the bathroom door open, and placed me back on my feet. I watched wide-eyed as he leaned into the bathtub, flicked on the shower, and closed the curtain. He dropped the mat onto the floor and raised a brow at me.
“Strip.”
“Tommy, wait.”
“Get naked, Bug,” he growled.
When I continued to stare dumbly at him, he removed my clothes for me. My shirt landed on the floor, along with my jeans, and then I was naked, my cock plumped to half-mast. He pointed to the shower.
“Get in.”
I wasn’t sure if I liked or hated this bossy version of Tommy. Although the ache in my balls and my racing heart told me what I couldn’t answer. I did as Tommy instructed, then he stripped off his own clothes to join me. When I tried to talk, he slanted his lips against mine and shoved his tongue into my mouth. He slapped my hands away when I tried to touch him, then reached for the shampoo, his hands messaging the product into my hair.
“You’re amazing, Blake,” Tommy murmured, his fingers pulling and tugging on the wet strands. “You’re smart, talented, funny, and perfect. You’re my sunshine on a cloudy day, the reason I smile in the morning.” His fingers slid down my back, over each vertebra of my spine. “I love you so much.”
I spun around. “I love you, too.” I cupped his head in my hands. “You’re the jelly to my peanut butter.”
“That so?” Tommy chuckled as he dipped his head to press a kiss into my collarbone. The sting of his teeth as he pricked my skin and sucked had me grinding my cock against his thigh. My entire body felt like it was on fire.
I groaned. “Mm, Gretzky, you’re—Ah, fuck.” My eyes rolled back when he wrapped his hand around my length. “Need you.”
