Home Is With You

29 • Pablo Escobar

Jeremy's pov

I could tell that Homer was angry on my behalf. I haven't seen anyone this mad or upset except my nne when I told her. I could practically feel how restless Homer was as we lay in bed completely naked. We haven't had sex but I needed this intimacy to tonight. (Mom)

It was completely silently as we lay in bed facing each other. I could practically see the steam coming out of Homer's ears as his cheeks flush red with anger. I could feel the fidgeting of his hands, the twitch in his left eye. Honestly it made me feel good to have told him. As cliche as it seems, I feel lighter.

"You know I have some gym equipment in the back room you could use." I mention and Homer grunts as he stands putting on pants.

Putting on shorts, I lead Homer to my spare room downstairs. Instantly Homer moves past me going to grab the jump rope. "I'm so angry right now. Now what Jerry said makes total since." Homer grunts glaring at the wall behind me. "What did he say?" I ask leaning against the walls. 

"When I fixed your break pads for your truck he said he was surprised that I allowed you to go out with him. He thought I was one of those meat heads that can't tell his ass from his mouth. I knew you had probably been with one but not that." Homer grunts out. "Fair enough. When I had told mom about it she almost commanded me to come home to Nigeria. But after awhile, she understood that I was getting help and was in a healing process." I said shrugging.

"I don't like that. I don't like how you seem so okay with this situation." Homer said. "It's not that I have gotten used to it. I've been living with it. When I first got into therapy, they said that whatever feeling that I still harbor over the situation. I need to think of it as a person. It's human nature to deflect blame  so I just took all my emotions and personified them." I say to Homer as he moved into doing push ups.

"Tell them to me." Homer said. "Well I have 죄 which translates to guilt. Tristeza for saddness. Merụọ ahụ for hurt. травмированный for traumatized. Then I have anger and rage. That's the one I call Pablo Escobar." I smirked as I looked at my hands.

"Pablo Escobar is a infamous criminal. What does he represent?" Homer asked as he moved in front off me. "Anger, revenge. Jerry has a lawyer on stand by for me in case I see him and go ape shit." I shrug to which Homer smirks.

"Ha, that's my man. But what if you see him and freeze?" He says. "I've thought about that. But everytime I think about him and what his friends put me through. I get angry. For a long time, I let him have power over my life and how I lived. But I'm not that young boy that was easily manipulated, I'm a grown man." I say frowning at the ground. "Yes you are a grown man. But even adults have fears Remy." Homer grunts as he started doing lunges.

"True. But even if I freeze up, I know you and Jerry have my back." I shrug. "Did you ever tell anyone? A commanding officer, or anyone." Homer asks me. "No. Jerry only put two and two together. But telling a official I didn't. I was in love with who I thought I knew." I chuckle dryly.

"Earlier, you said that you were desperate for affection when you were younger. But the way I see it, that bastard took advantage of you and your situation. He's complete scum." Homer grit out.  Peppering kisses on his face I  smile softly at him."If you could go back, what would you different?" Homer askes me. "Well first I would instantly change rooms. But in reality I wouldn't change nothing. I would tell myself just to brace the storm and find the pot at the end of the rainbow. If I hadn't of went through all that. I wouldn't of met the amazing people I work with, started my clinic, or met you." I say combing my fingers through his hair. Homer hummed affectionately before leaning against my body.

"I appreciate this talk, I really do. Hopefully you can get some sleep Homer. " I ask yawning. "Yeah. Let's go back to bed." Homer sighs standing up before picking me up and going to bed.

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Waking up feeling Homer's cock poking my hip, I turn to him seeing his intense brown eyes set on me. "Morning." I groan stretching. "Morning. I called into work and said I was going to come in late." Homer said as he kissed my temple. "You did, what for?" I ask feigning innocence.

"I figured you weren't going to work today. Plus I want to take some time to worship this beautiful man in front of me." Homer said kissing my neck. Smirking at him I move to give him a blow job, but he lays me back down. "When I said worship, I meant I will do all the work." Homer chuckles as he climbs on top me.