Home Is With You

42 • Doom's Day

Two days earlier

Jeremy and I had just seen off ma at the airport. Jeremy was of course a little sad to see her gone as was I but she assured us we'll meet again.

I was driving, my free hand clenching and unclenching his thigh. It was soft and squishy. It didn't help that he had decided on shorts today. I've been sporting a hard on since we got back in the car. "I'll miss Mama. But I miss quality time with you more." Jeremy said as he leaned over the console grabbing my cock through my pants.

"Jeremy...what are you doing?" I breath slowly. "Giving you a hand job while you're driving." Jeremy said as he unbuttoned my pants tantalizing slow. "You're going to be the death of me." I mumble as I relax into my seat.

Feeling him pull my cock from my pants, his hand languidly stroking from tip to base. His thumb brushing along my leaking head, spreading my precum. "Jeremy...fuck." I groan as I feel him pressing kisses to my neck. "I love you Homer." Jeremy whispered to me. "I love you too." I grit as he pumps my length, fondling my balls with his free hand. The sensation of knots forming in my stomach making me groan. "I'm cumming." I state as ropes of cum squirt out onto his hand.

Glancing towards Jeremy I see him licking his hand free of cum. "You're trying to kill me?" I ask as I pull into the driveway.

Heading inside I groan softly as I start unpacking boxes filled with my clothes. "What's all this?" I hear making me turn around seeing Jeremy. "Well you know how I've been staying over here. I decided to move in." I shrug as I start hanging up my suits in the closet. "Who said I wanted you to move in though?" Jeremy asked raising a brow.

Scoffing I roll my eyes as I turn to him seeing hum with a smirk on his lips. "You did. If I remember correctly, last month when I had to go to my house you begged me not to. Even going as far as to seducing me to not go." I huff crossing my arms. "That's not the point." Jeremy replied as he sauntered over to me. "The point is, I'm moving in." I smirk pressing a kiss to his lips.

Hearing his phone ring, he picks it up as I go back to unpacking. "Hey Max. What's up?" Jeremy askes.

You know that gut feeling you get when something is wrong. Like something just isn't right. That's how I felt as I looked at Jeremy. His smile from earlier had disappeared, along with his joking nature. He hung up the phone with a small grunt.

"What's wrong sweetheart?"

"The court date. They moved it to two days from now."

Present

Today was the day. Jeremy was a bundle of nerves as he played with the eggs on his plate. Grabbing his hand I give it a squeeze, "Take deep breaths. In and out." I say softly putting my hand over his chest.

"I'm trying. I am. I'm just worried. What if the others don't want to testify? What happens if he just uses his father's name to get away scot free? He'll harass me at my job again or worse." Jeremy panicked as he started hyperventilating. "Hey. Hey. Hey. Look at me." I gripped his chin turning his face towards me. "None of that will happen. I have full trust in Max and the judge. His father is dead and there will be no bribing. I'll be right beside you the entire time."

"I know I'm overreacting. I know I'm being dramatic. I just can't shake this feeling of worry." Jeremy sighed. Furrowing my brow I ask, "Who told you that you're not entitled to your emotions? This man raped and abused you for two years. Yes, it may be a long time ago. Yes, you probably thought you got over it. But this man still puts fear on you. So I don't care what anybody else says, you have the right to be sad, angry. To break things. To throw things. To express yourself."

"You're so good to me Homer. Thank you for validating my feelings." Jeremy sighs as he sniffles. Kissing his temple I clear the table as Jeremy takes deep breaths, calming himself.

"C'mon let's get in the car. Court starts in 45 minutes. Everything will be alright." I say softly as he stands up shrugging on his suit jacket. With a small huff, he turned to me with a steely gaze and a firm nod. Locking up we get in the car my hand holding his.

I could hear him muttering a soft prayer in Korean. I held Jeremy's hand a bit tighter trying to show him that I'm by his side. I knew of all his worries about today but either way this guy will never be in his life anymore. I hated that this man plagued Jeremy's mind for all these years. I hated these past couple of days, seeing him constantly looking over his shoulder, jumping at the slightest of things. He was having nightmares while I did my best to lull him back to sleep.

Parking the car, I look over seeing tears building in Jeremy's eyes. Undoing his seat belt, I pull him into my lap as he composes himself, rubbing his back continuously. "I-I-I'm scared." He murmurs. "And thats perfectly okay." I say as I run my fingers through his locs.

"I don't want to go in there. But I need this. I need closure. After almost two decades I'm finally getting some sense of peace."  Jeremy mumbled. "At the end of the day, no matter what happens. I got you. I'm with you till the end." I said pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Okay. I got this. We got this. Let's go." Jeremy nodded firmly as we went inside.