The Henchmen's Officer [ M/M]

34 - Chapter Thirty-Four - Sasha Dean's Point Of View.

Ryer's hand was petting the inside of my thigh and it was taking everything I had not to get us into an accident. He went tense all of a sudden and squeezed my leg.

"Sasha pull over."

I only needed to look at him once to know that he was going to get sick. I pulled over at the soonest spot and he didn't even wait till the SUV had stopped to throw the door open, and unbuckle his belt. He was out and emptying his guts along the side of the road. Plenty of cars passed us as he stood outside for a good ten minutes on and off puking. I really felt bad for him, but there was little I could do for him.

He got back into the car and wiped his mouth.

"Please reach under your seat and get me a water bottle." He said softly.

I unbuckled and got out when it was safe to do that and grabbed him one. Passing it to him before getting back into the car. He drank half the bottle back after rinsing out his mouth and sighed.

"The shots were a bad idea."

"Were they?"

"Yes."

"Don't worry, we will be back home shortly and then you can go to bed."

"Good."

He laid his head on my shoulder, before sniffing me.

"You smell like Alexi."

"These are his clothes."

"Hmmm. I can tell."

Ryer's hair was sticking up a mess, like a dirty blond nest on his head. I smoothed it out, running my fingers through it. His eyes met mine, and he smiled, touching my cheek with his fingers.

"When you are healed... Don't go, Please. I would be so lonely without you."

"I won't go."

He stuck his hand up and stuck out his pinky to me. He was drunk; it was clear.

"Pinky swear?"

I hooked my pinky with his pinky, and no words were exchanged. Even if he didn't remember this, I would, and it was important to me. I tried my damn hardest not to break my promises. This one I would hold higher than anything else. We unlinked pinkies, and I buckled myself back in; he buckled himself back in as well. I pulled back on the highway and the next time I turned to look at him; he was snoozing in the seat.

I turned to look at him every chance I got driving back. He looked so peaceful and just relaxed. The last time he had drunk was way worse than this, this time he had been gentler with the booze. I set my hand on his thigh as I drove home. The entire time, I drove one-handed, I couldn't pull my hand away. It wasn't a sexual thing, this time it was a comfort thing.

Ryer barely moved the entire time, he woke up when I pulled onto the gravel road leading to the complex. He looked at me and blinked a few times as he started to fade back into sleep.

"Hey, Ryer, don't go back to sleep."

He waved his hand around, but I was watching him fade back to sleep. It was ok, I would just wake him up as soon as I parked the SUV. Finding a parking spot was pretty easy, it was the walking him up that I was having issues with. He was sleeping soundly, and I didn't want to have to wake him up.

Alexi and Creed pulled in shortly after us, and for ten minutes, I had just watched Ryer sleep after turning the car off. Finally, I shook him awake lightly.

"Rye, we are back home. Come on, let's get you up and into bed."

He opened his eyes, blinking, and again smiling at me.