Carter's Savior

Nineteen

Carter's POV

It smelled like cum.

At first, I thought I was imagining it and I was smelling myself. Seeing as what Sloan had said in the shop had affected me in a way he's never affected me before. I sat there stiff and aching under my jeans and I was leaking profusely into my boxers. And he hasn't even touched me yet. 

I was sure I was smelling myself until I started looking around the surroundings of his car. Sloan looked slightly flushed, and he looked a bit more relaxed. There was a new air freshener in the middle of the car. And when I walked over here the car windows were down... it's way too cold for that.

Which only leaves one thing.

He jacked off. 

I should be grossed out. I should feel...violated. But I don't. Far from it actually. I brought this big Tiger to his knees so much so he lost control. He couldn't wait. My only annoyance was that I wasn't here to see it happening. That in itself was something I'd never thought I'd say. But here I am saying it. 

I tried not to make it known that I could smell what he had just done, and I think he was grateful for it. He carried on in our conversation as if nothing happened. He was chatting away, talking about something Ambrose and Eliezer did when they were kids. 

Getting the phone was the easy part. Setting up my Apple ID was easy too. However the bummer was that I couldn't get a new number. If I did, I'd have to get a new Apple ID and I'd lose all my contacts and pictures. So I reluctantly agreed to my old number and Sloan took it upon himself to delete and block Crispin, Dieter, and Sean's numbers from my phone until I was ready to face the music. I didn't even ask him. He just did it.

He's amazing.

I sent out the same text to everyone in my contacts list and I turned my phone on silent. Knowing it was going to blow up and I wasn't ready for that quite yet. I also made sure to go through and delete the numbers of my ex-flings. Knowing I'd never need to speak to them again. 

We went to the grocery store quickly to get dinner for Anut Danielle and Rena tonight. Sloan wanted to make some Italian dish and I of course didn't oblige. He could cook whatever he wanted. I'd eat it.

'Have you seen the notebook?' I sighed at him asking. I knew Aunt Rena and Danielle didn't know sign, so I knew I'd have to write to them to have a conversation. I just hope they take my newfound muteness okay. They'd be willing to learn, but I of course don't expect them to. 

"I think it's in your room still. On the bed." Sloan said as he unpacked the groceries. 

I nodded but I stood firmly in the dining room. I was filled with nerves in seeing them after all this time. And I can't but feel like they'd hate the fact I don't talk anymore. Would they think I was broken? Would they try and fix me? 

I felt strong hands wrap around mine and before me stood Sloan. His hands were rough compared to mine but I loved it. It matched him. He pulled my hands away from each other and held them in his. 

"Stop worrying. It's going to be okay." I believed him. I found that I believed anything and everything Sloan told me. I trusted him fully and that in itself was weird for me to say.

"Rena and Danielle aren't your dads. They are going to listen, understand, and want to know you. They love you. You know this. I know this. If they didn't I wouldn't let them come over." Even though there was a slight teasing tone to his words, I could feel that he was serious. It was floating in our bond, that he would do anything for me.