The Bad Son (Book 2)

Chapter 44

"How do you do that, Can?" Tin set down his teacup, stood and paced. "No, seriously, I want to know how you know when I don't tell you something? No one else can tell."

Can sipped the hot beverage and smiled. "I love you. Isn't that enough?"

Tin glared and leaned down over him. "No. I perfected my poker face through years of mental torture. Going to see multiple psychiatrists I had no need to see, in games with Tul and the step-monster but you, you see right through me. Tell me how."

Can sighed. "It really is because of love. You have this way you look at me. Your eyes go, I don't know, cold? Flat? Ah!" His voice became excited. "Basic black! That's it! Your eyes go basic black when you don't want to talk to me. When you are just you, they sparkle. They're full of life, like they are right now."

His head was low. "Tin, in the car, since it was dark, I didn't notice right away. The sparkle was only there a few times. You want me." He lifted his head, his confidence growing. "You do want me, don't you?"

"I told you, it's not my choice." Tin backed off.

"Answer me." Can stood up. Saying nothing, Tin just moved to the other side of the room, staring out the window into the darkness. Can shrugged. He could work with this. On soft feet, he locked the door. Then he took off his jacket and t-shirt. It was time to play dirty. 

He snuck up behind Tin. "Answer me, Tin." 

"I can't." Tin spun around and gasped. Can's hands were on the button of his jeans, no, they were undone! "Stop!" He yelled, frantically. "Stop!"

"Why?" Can said, reasonably. "I want you, you want me. Tell me why I need to stop." He pushed off all his remaining clothes in one move, and stood, nude in front of Tin. Tin closed his eyes and counted to twenty-five. 

It didn't work. He could see Can in his mind. He knew what he wanted and it was here in front of him... it also didn't help that his pants were now tight and uncomfortable. If there was a 'fuck my life' moment, this was it. 

Dropping to his knees, he begged. "I failed, Can. I failed. Please, go." His stomach rolled in a mix of desire and guilt. 

"Talk to me, Tin. Tell me what is going on. It helps, honest, it does." Can used his most soothing voice, slowly moving close enough to touch him.

"I... I think I cheated. I don't know."

"What?" Can fell to his knees in front of Tin. "You either fucked someone or you didn't. Did you?"

"No."

"Did they fuck you?"

"No, not exactly..."

"Fuck, Tin!" The exasperation in Can's voice was just as clear as the guilt in Tin's. "Just tell me what the hell happened. I'll be the judge if you cheated on me!"

"It's embarrassing!" Tin wailed. Can noticed tears standing in his eyes. "At first I thought it happened as blackmail. Then, when I confronted him, it turned out he loved me and he thought he was doing me a favor since I was so depressed after you left. He felt so much guilt, he quit and ran rather than face me."

"You still haven't told me what the fuck happened." Can kept his calm, tasting blood inside his mouth. "Spit it out."

"He... he gave me a hand job in the shower." The words were so low, Can barely heard him. 

"What?"

Tin looked up, his face fierce, "I am not repeating myself. You heard me."

Can giggled. "You feel guilty because, after I broke up with you, and YOU were single, YOU got a hand job. Just a hand job. It wasn't a fuck. Someone helped you to get off?" Can leaned back and fell to his bare bottom from laughing. "God, that's better than getting callouses on your own hand!"

"You're not mad?" Tin looked at him like he was crazy. 

Can shrugged. "I would be, if we were together. It wouldn't have happened if I would have stayed, right?" Tin nodded. "Then how can I be angry? It's my fault." He glared at Tin. "Don't let it happen again. You're my man."

Tin pounced like a cat, pushing Can flat to the floor and kissed him. He'd been restraining himself for hours, since that fucking little monkey had rubbed on his chest during the crying spree at the hotel. Can groaned and Tin's tongue slid expertly between his lips, and his thigh rubbed against his hardness. 

Tin suddenly stopped. "Can? Why were you crying tonight at the hotel?"

"Oh..." Can had a bad feeling. "Do I have to tell you?"

"Look, how about we make a promise, right here, right now. I'll do my best to tell you everything, except if it's dangerous, and you do the same. Deal?" Can shivered but not from the cold. Then he shrugged. 

"Deal. An old man pinched my ass, so I punched him. Then I told off the boss lady and quit my job as a bartender." His eyes twinkled. "I guess I am looking for work first thing tomorrow."

Tin's mouth dropped. Can sighed. "Close your mouth tin, or I'll put something in it that's missed your special talents!"

Tin laughed. "Fuck, Can! Do you know what type of people were at the hotel tonight? I wonder who you hit?" He stood, and reached for Tin's hand. "Let's go to bed." He filed it, under investigate. It stank. Was there another plot going on?

"I don't care. Are we sleeping or fucking?" 

"Both, maybe..." Tin led the way into his private bedroom. Can gasped at seeing the king-sized bed. "I've missed you enough that you might, just might, get to fuck me tonight."

Can blew a raspberry. "Don't tease me, you'll live to regret it." Tin suddenly swung him up and threw him on the bed. His heart beat even faster, looking at the naked man now spread out before him.

"Can, I won't let you go, never again." Tin sighed, undoing the tiny buttons on his dress shirt. Can stared as his chest was revealed. Where before he was a lean muscular man, now there was only muscles. He gulped.

Tin didn't noticed. He was busy taking off his pants. Can now also noticed the weight loss. "Don't you eat anymore?" Tin's hip bones stood out prominently, just under his v-line. An 8 pack clearly visible. 

Finally naked, Tin crawled up on the bed. "Don't mention eating to me, monkey. It looks like my body wasn't the only one to change in the past months." He pressed his lips to Can's abdomen, which also used to be a six pack. "Your legs are thinner too, not just your face." He kissed his inner thigh, following the line of muscle.

Can reached down and grasped his member, preventing Tin from sucking. "Will you be mad if I say I want to watch? God, you fucking asshole! You put me through hell."

Tin's breath hitched. He knew what Can was asking for. He had already committed his heart and soul to him. Now Can was asking for proof of that. He was asking for visible intimacy. This was not his strong area. This is why he left.

Resting his head on Can's thigh, Tin's voice vibrated all the way up to Can's heart. "I need help, Can." Slowly, carefully, with words chosen wisely. "I've loved you since our second date and look how badly I screwed up. I don't know if I can do it."

Can slid his body out from underneath Tin. He grasped both sides of his face and kissed him, gently, surprised to see a glimmer of tears. "I never left you. Ask anybody. I was always there for you. All you had to do was come get me. Don't you get it? That's what love is... being there for each other, talking to each other. Sharing what hurts, not just happy shit."

Tin moaned, "Can't we just fuck?" Dropping his head on Can's shoulder suddenly.

"No, you moron!" Then Can realized that Tin's hands were still busy. "Well, if we do it my way... maybe. Hey? Can I see those videos that hag took?"

Tin shook from the sudden laughter. God, he missed his monkey!