Silent Cry

CH54 - Justice

3rd Person's POV

It was such a long day for Clyde so he awarded himself with a glass of red wine. He was sitting by his sofa, looking over the city night lights through the glass wall of his 20th-floor condominium unit. He doesn't know if he should be happy now for knocking down Xander or be pissed off because that man just never fails to vex his life.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and he already knew who it is. He listlessly treads the distance from the sofa to his door to welcome the visitor.

"That's not the look I was expecting from you," Jameson commented upon seeing Clyde's lifeless demeanor. The man just sighed and left the door open for him as he went back to his comfortable sofa.

"Didn't you have a blast in beating the shit out of him? I heard he was wounded heavily." Jameson went straight to the kitchen to store the fruits and other groceries he bought on the way.

"Yes, I had," Clyde answered but Jameson didn't believe it since the tone was rather boring.

"I bought a new wine. You want to try?" he offered so Clyde went to the kitchen, too.

"Why did you save him?" That was his first question towards the newcomer and he seems angry.

Jameson gave him confused brows, "I didn't. I even helped you with your plan," he defended but Clyde is still enraged.

"You helped me, of course, you should! But you didn't need to interrupt me so I won't kill him."

"Why? Were you really going to kill him?"

"No! That's why I'm so pissed right now. You should have trusted me that I'm not gonna kill him even how provoked I was. No need for you to come there to make sure that your boss is not killed. You even called an ambulance."

"Are you saying I was worried about Xander?" Jameson clarified.

"Yes, you are, very much."

"You are this worked up because I called an ambulance? Oh, come on! It's part of the plan! I should be the one saving him so there will be no suspicion."

"Oh yeah as you say so. For more than ten years, you are helping him so he won't be doubtful of you. Try to ask yourself, is that really your reason?"

"What are you talking about? I don't get you." Jameson's both hands are now on his waist as he faced Clyde with that muddled look in his eyes.

"You're starting to side with him," he vented out and they stared at each other for some time. Clyde does not seem to backpedal with his piercing eyes so Jameson exhaled as he walked closer to the man.

When they are only two feet apart, Jameson spoke, "Are you perhaps, jealous?" he asked and Clyde guzzled to that.

"I am not," he denied and tried to walk away but Jameson dragged him back to kiss him aggressively. Clyde responded to the kiss and they fought for dominance yet since Clyde is losing his pluck, he let his boyfriend win. Jameson walked forward to put Clyde against the wall while not breaking the kiss. Jameson roamed his hands down to Clyde's chest, and then to his waist and when he was about to go lower, Clyde blocked his hand to stop.

The kiss was halted. They both exchanged a meaningful look at each other again and Clyde was the first to break the silence. "Let's drink the wine you bought," he suggested and was about to walk past him when Jameson held his wrist.

"We're fine, right?" he asked.

"What do you want?" Clyde asked back, letting him decide the matter.

"You," yet Jameson must have misunderstood the question but still, it is the answer there.