Maximum Overload [BoyxBoy]

Overload 12-Fathers

Warning: A little more guy on guy action in this chapter than you are used to in this story. Nothing too graphic though. (Sorry if that disappoints some of you) Song of the chapter is Moments by One direction. Enjoy!

Overload 12-Fathers

When we got inside my dad was sitting in the living room watching television. “Hello,” He said in our general direction before pausing to look at his watch. “Maximum Walker what are you doing home at this time of the day?” I cringed when he used my middle name. “Answer me boy.”

“There was a situation at school and we thought that it would be best to leave.”

“What kind of situation could merit you coming home in the middle of the day right before finals?”

“Why do you suddenly care?” I spat as I was suddenly hit with a wave of anger.

“Excuse me young man that is no way to talk to your father!”

“What father? I have no father! My father died the day that my brother did!” I yelled at him. The man got up faster than you would expect someone of his age to be capable of.

“Watch your tongue boy!”

“No, I lost you long before I lost Jordan! You never cared! I just never noticed until I lost him, because he loved me enough for the both of you. I won’t deny that you genuinely loved him and my mother but you have never given a damn about me, so why are you pretending now?” His fist shot out and connected with my jaw and I fell back landing on the coffee table.

“Where do you get off saying these things to me? I put a roof over your head, food in your mouth, and money in your pocket! I have never seen such disrespect in all of my days. Jordan would have never behaved like this!’ He yelled down at me.

“Material possessions don’t comfort you at night Dad! There you go comparing me to Jordan again. As much as I loved him Jordan is dead Dad! I know that you wish that I had been the one that died that night, everyone does! You only notice when I mess up! Did you congratulate me on making the football team? No. Becoming captain of said football team? No. Getting a 4.0 for the first three years of high school? Not a word. You are gone for months at a time without so much as a phone call to see if I’m still breathing and then you have the nerve to judge me for skipping school once without even caring as to why?” I yelled standing up again while holding my face.

“I asked you why Maximum!”

“But did you really care about the answer?” There was no response. “No you didn’t there is nothing that I could tell you to make this seem okay to you!”

“Your mother would not have tolerated this behavior young man!” That was a low blow and he knew it. He knew that I had been close to both her and Jordan and he was just trying to cause me pain.

“If I were talking to Mom right now this conversation would not be happening, because she would have cared. And when I told her what had happened she would have held me for hours crying! For the past nine years she would have congratulated me on everything I did, even if I was getting participation ribbons and average grades! If she saw me now she would be ecstatic and heartbroken!”

My father sighed. “What happened at school?” He repeated still not truly caring.

“Trent Richards showed up and threatened me! Remember him? The guy that raped me! What was I thinking that won’t matter to you? How about the guy that killed Jordan?” His face went blank. “Yeah that got your attention because your dead son still takes priority over your living one. It’s funny, I never thought that I would have any reason to be jealous of a dead person. Leave it to you to prove me wrong! Thanks a lot!” With that I stormed up the stairs and to my room leaving my father angry and Kale standing there awkwardly. I locked my door and lay down on my bed and I hadn’t missed Jordan this much in ages, or my mother for that matter.

A while later Kale was softly knocking on my door, “Max, please open the door.” I ignored him. “Maximum…” I sighed getting up to unlock the door, I then sat back down on the bed.

“It’s unlocked,” Kale entered and came over to sit on the end of the bed. “What?” I asked.

“Are you okay?”

“No,”

“For what it’s worth, I think that you might have gotten through to him.”

“You don’t know him, everything I said was true but he won’t care about any of it. Deep down inside I think that he knows that it is true. If it were up to him he would have rather had me die that night. He blames me because he knows that Jordan loved me and that he only tried to attack Trent because of it. He resents the fact that I had been able to dial his number in time.”

“That can’t be true.”

“But it is.” I sighed leaning back so that I was now lying on the bed.

“Perhaps it is, I don’t know. But what I do know is that you have done fine without him so far. You are not alone even if you don’t have him, you have your friends and you have me.” He said lying back next to me. He laced his fingers through mine and the gesture started the butterflies going in my stomach. He moved closer to me and I could feel his hot breath against my neck. “You know that I’m right here right?” I was becoming increasingly aware of this yes, but I knew that wasn’t the way that he meant it. Or was it?

“I know.” I barely whispered as my entire body stiffened. He leaned his head slightly forward so that his warm lips pressed against the side of my neck. I closed my eyes wishing that I could save this moment and keep it forever. He moved his lips up to my jaw line on the opposite side of where my dad had hit me. He placed his hand on the opposite side of my face and turned my head so that I was facing him our lips brushing lightly against each others. I moved closer pressing my lips against his and the entire thing was slow and sweet.

He slid his hand under my light blue tee and my first instinct was to pull away. The way that he touched my abdomen was so similar to the way Trent had years ago. But when I thought about it I realized how different it really was. There was no rage or hostility behind his touch. There wasn’t a fierce quickness to it and the objective was not to cause pain. When I let myself come to this realization I allowed myself to enjoy it.

I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him even closer than I thought was possible. He slid his other hand under my shirt gripping my hips pulling us deeper into the kiss. Somehow the entire thing managed to stay slow, sweet, and sensual. I moved my lips to his neck and he pulled my hips closer to him. I was satisfied when he let out a soft moan in response to my kisses. We paused as he pushed my shirt over my head and threw it aside. I pressed our lips back together to satisfy the hunger that had grown the minute we stopped kissing.

His hands roamed my bare chest and abdomen as he explored my shirtless form. I winced as he kissed me on the side of the mouth and I realized that my father had left me with a split lip and a bruise that would surely form on my jaw. He noticed too, “Are you okay?”

“No,” I whispered tugging at his shirt. He allowed me to remove it and I threw it behind me, “better.” I grinned at him. When he pulled us back together I noticeably jumped as our bare chests touched. He moved his lips back to my collar bone and I again closed my eyes just feeling him next to me. I have to say that it felt great. I have no idea how far we would have gone after this if we hadn’t been interrupted.

“Maximum Walker Lewis!” My father’s voice came from downstairs. We pulled apart panting.

“What now?” I huffed pulling my shirt back on as Kale did the same and we began walking out of the room before he pulled me back against his chest.

“Later,” was all he said before releasing me again, and all I did was gulp. We walked downstairs to find my father standing there along with Maya and her father. Both men looked pissed and Maya was shaking uncontrollably. I shot her a questioning glance and all she had to do to tell me everything was move her hand so that she was holding her stomach. Shit!

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