Home Is With You

34 • Like I Love You

Jeremy's pov

It's been almost a week since he can in my clinic. I've tried not to think about it too much. But Homer has been able to see past my brave facade.

He knows I'm paranoid. He knows I've been having nightmares. He knows that I've been scared out my mind. I'm trying to not let it affect me. Homer has hired security to keep my clinic safe.

Sometimes I think I'm pathetic, I'm a grown man that has seventeen years of military training under my belt that needs protection. But Homer is always there to support me. Telling me that there is nothing wrong with needing help or being scared. It has helped me, knowing I have people that support me.

Feeling Homer's chest pressing against my back, I snuggle into him as he pulls a blanket over us. "Homer I really am grateful to you. I know I've been stressed and paranoid this past week. I just want to thank you for dealing with me this week." I say to him. "You're welcome. But seeing as you've been a bit stressed this week why don't we go to the lounge tonight." Homer suggests.

"Yeah. I could use a drink." I sigh. "Me too. You should call Georgia. She called me the other day nagging me about how I've been holding you hostage." Homer snorts. "Why do you sound so annoyed?" I laugh lightly. "Because she is dramatic. She says stupid shit like Debby downer. Her son is the same exact way. But I wouldn't trade her for the world. Don't tell her that though. I'll never hear the end of it." Homer said a fond look in those brown depths.

"And here I thought you were just a grumpy old man. But you do have a heart." I joke laughing. "Well this old man made peach cobbler before you came today. I guess your not getting any." Homer joker. "Are you serious?" I ask him sitting up. Homer smirked standing up, "I don't know. I'm just a old man." Homer shrugs as he goes to the kitchen pulling out a peach cobbler from the fridge and reheating it.

My mouth waters as the smell of peaches and cinnamon hit my nose. "Can you come get the ice cream out the freezer?" Homer asked. Moving quickly I grab the tub of vanilla ice cream. Watching as Homer takes out the peach cobbler he distribute it into a bowl along with the ice cream.

"I don't get any." I pout at him. Homer smirks as he get some on a spoon before eating it. I frown at him. "Don't  pout like that. Here try it." Homer said pushing the bowl towards me. Smiling big I happily eat the cobbler.

"Your so happy." Homer hums. "You know peach cobbler is my favorite. Plus this cobbler is top tier. Are you not going to eat anymore?" I ask him. "No. Might sound sappy, but I only made it to see you smile. You've been stressed this past week so I wanted to make you feel better." Homer shrugs. "Thank you for this. It does make me feel better." I say pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Save me some." Homer says before walking away. Watching him go towards the shower I smile lightly at the peach cobbler.

I haven't ever had a relationship that was this easy or this organic. I've never felt so comfortable. I love how we just seem to gravitate towards each other. I love that we've set our own pace as far as being at each other's houses. I love him. I know that. No one has supported me the way he has except my parents. But I know with how Homer is, he shows it. And I've never felt so loved or cared for. Or as Maverick would say I have the 'feels'.

Putting up the cobbler and ice cream I go in the bathroom. Stripping off my clothes I go in the shower standing behinqd Homer. "Did you miss me?" Homer said jokingly as he turns around. I don't reply as I wrap both arms around him hugging him tight.

Looking at him in the eyes, I smile at what I see. The amount of love and adoration for me. It made me feel feel special. Kissing him hard trying to convey how much I love him. "Remy, kissing me like that we might not ever leave this shower." Homer grunts as he squeezes my ass in his hands.

Moaning softly as I pull back. "The lounge doesn't close until 10. We have some time." I hum softly. "Good." Homer grunted as he pinned me to the shower wall. The feeling of his mouth around my neck, licking, sucking, nipping. I could tell my skin was going to be littered with hickeys.

No matter how many times we have sex, I always loved the foreplay. The teasing bites over my torso, the kisses left of my most sensitive areas. It made me feel like I'm truly someone to cherish.

The kisses scattered down my abdomen, my cock pleading for attention. "Homer." I whine softly. He kissed everywhere but where I wanted him to. His tender touches barely grazing my skin, the random flicks of his tongue against my inner thighs, leaving harsh hickeys on my hips and lower torso.

My breath hitches as he finally take my leaking tip in his mouth. His tongue swirling constantly around me as he bobs his head. My hand grips his hair as I moan his name softly.

My eyes open wide as I feel his finger prodding my entrance. My hips buck forward as he slowly inserts his finger in me, caressing my walls. Gripping his shoulders as I feel my balls tighten up signaling my impending release.

Feeling Homer pull away, I whine as he stands turning me around. "Hold your ass open for me." Homer said kissing my shoulder. Leaning my chest against the wall, I reach back spreading my ass cheeks. Aligning himself to my hole, Homer pushed himself inside me making me whimper.

"I won't move until you say so." Homer says softly kissing my temple. Rocking my hips back slowly, I feel Homer put his hands on my hips. Rocking my hips back, fucking myself as Homer moans softly. My toes curling into the tile, "I need to come Homer." I moan. "No one is stopping you." with those word my orgasm rocked through my body making my legs tremble.

"One more." Homer whispered as he thrusted into me making me groan. "Fuck...me" I groan impatiently. Homer turned me around making me gasp as he picks me up. Sinking himself in me I whimper in his ear as I grab his shoulders. "You ready?" Homer asked. "Yes." with that Homer braced me against the wallad he thrusted his hips at a steady pace.

Crying out as feel him constantly hitting my prostate. "More...hng...please." I groan. Speeding up his thrust Homer grunts in my ear. "So good...mmh aahh." my voice comes out light and airy as I close my eyes enjoying the pleasure. Feeling Homer stroke my cock, my walls tighten around him as I find my release.

Kissing Homer sweetly I smile at him. "You're looking at me like you love me." Homer chuckled lightly. "Because I do." my voice was faint as my eyes closed.