Home Is With You

1 • Old Man

Homer's pov

Work. Work. Work.

That's all I've been doing since my divorce that finalized almost three months ago. Thing is I loved her with all my heart. She was my high school sweetheart. I called her. My sweet Violet.

At first our marriage was strong at first. We got married straight out of college. We moved out to Pennsylvania to start our careers. We were going on date nights, we were successful in our careers. Violet was even pregnant five years into our marriage. But then she miscarried. It took a toll on our marriage but we made it through. After almost three failed pregnancies Violet took to alcohol and prescription pain killers.

Then we had a huge argument and I blurted out "I'm not happy with our relationship!"

Not to soon after we signed the divorce papers. After that I moved out got my own place and buried myself into my work.

So here I am sitting in a lounge my nephew Maverick dragged me to saying "You work to much." Sipping on Jack Daniel's, I grumble as I unbutton the first two button of my white dress shirt.

"Come on uncle Homer. Don't be such a Debby downer. I know you took the divorce hard, you're immersing in your work. It's time to loosen up. So loosen up!" Maverick said to me as he smiled wide. I rolled my eyes at his enthusiasm. "Your just like you damn mother." I grumble.

"You just have a stick up your ass. Just dislodge it just for tonight and see where it takes you." Maverick said clapping me on the back. Rolling my eyes I groan as my eyes trail to the bar. My eyes stray to a dark skinned man who sat completely alone sipping a glass of scotch. His salt and pepper dreadlocks trailing down his back. The way he sipped his scotch completely unbothered by the women and men that came up to him. I couldn't see his face from where I was sitting, but I could tell he was exhausted. His shoulders were slumped, hands were clenched around his glass.

"Why are you staring at that man?" Maverick said interrupting my view of the Godly looking man. "Shut up Rick. I'm not staring. I'm observing." I grumble as I stand up. Making my way over to the bar, I take a seat beside him.

"Excuse me, get me what he's having." I told the bartender who nodded before walking away. "What do you want?" I hear making me turn to the man beside me. His eyes were dark forest green but they almost seemed bright against his skin tone. He had a beard that went around his sharp jaw. No one could deny he was a attractive man.

"You seemed exhausted. I was hoping to lend a shoulder to lean on." I shrug. He looked me up and down gauging me before he sighed. "Alright but before I throw my problems at you. I need to know your name." He said. "Homer Watson." I said extending my hand.

"Jeremy Gorman." Jeremy said shaking my hand. His hand wasn't soft like I was expecting instead it was rough, calloused. "I run Tobias Aid Clinic just a five blocks over. My team and I help soldiers transition from war to civilization. We also help military families properly grieve their loved one. So today I had a family come in grieving their daughter who died when she drove over a land mine. She died on impact. They told me about her. Their daughter has a family, two kids, a husband, even two dogs. I'm trained as a psychiatrist but I couldn't even say two words to them." Jeremy said as he ran a hand threw his hair.

"Jeremy I'm sure no one expects you to always know what to say to a grieving family. You're not perfect." I said to him as I look at him. "I know that. But all I could think about was my mama and I when my dad died. Their was no clinic to go to, no one to help us cope, we were alone." He argued as he downed his glass of scotch and ordered another.

"You're being to hard on yourself. Alot of people who seek counseling just need someone to talk to." I say softly glancing back at Maverick to see him smiling as he drank his virgin martini. "Thanks Homer. That's helps alot. So enough about me and my problems what do you do?" Jeremy said turning to me smiling softly.

He's gorgeous.

"I'm a owner of a law firm actually. Watson Law Firm, have you heard of it?" I ask him. "Yeah, I have. I only hear good things." Jeremy chuckled making me smile big. "Like what?" I ask. "Well I hear you are the sexist lawyer in Pennsylvania but I think the rumors are exaggerating a little. You look a bit like a old man to me." Jeremy smirked taunting making me chuckle.

"I'll have you know I'm only fifty." I say rolling my eyes playfully. "Well I'm only forty eight." He bragged making me stare at him. "Why do you look so good?" I asked him shocked. I could see no wrinkles on his face, no crows feet. I could clearly tell had muscles under his clothes. The only way I could tell he was older was the gray hairs and the slight smile lines around his mouth.

"Black don't crack Homer." He smirked. I laughed lightly, as I smirk back at him. "This conversation has been very helpful. Thank you Homer. I'll be going home now." Jeremy said but I shook my head 'no'.

"Why don't we finish this conversation at my place?" I blurt out in a rush. Jeremy looked me up and down before he smiled a sultry smile. "Good thing I grabbed a cab then, huh?" He said as I got up. He followed me out the lounge, we got in my BMW X5 SUV. Driving to my place, I couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.

I don't count myself as gay but I can acknowledge a man who is easy on the eyes. I've never had sex with a man but I've watched plenty of gay pornos. Arriving my place we got out, I grabbed his hand as we walked into my house. "Nice place." Jeremy hummed behind me as I put my keys on the hook near the door.

"Thank you. I'm still getting settled so Excuse the mess." I chuckle as I turn to him casually slipping my arm around his waist. "Do you usually do this? Just sweep young men off their feet and fuck them?" Jeremy said as he stepped closer to me. "Not in the least. But when someone catches my fancy I just have to have them." I say softly pecking his lips. "Well why don't you come and get me...old man." Jeremy said walking away from me a glint in those green eyes.