Isn't It A Coincidence.

Chapter 4

I woke wrapped in warmth. I hummed and snuggled into it, feeling it tighten around me. My eyes opened slowly and I was greeted by a sleepy smile. I groaned and pushed him away, making him fall onto the floor. 

It was his turn to groan and I laughed, pulling the covers tighter around me. It was my day off, so I planned on staying in bed all day. I heard him sigh and get up, walking quietly to my kitchen. Soon enough, the smell of breakfast hit my nose and my stomach grumbled. 

I rolled out of bed and yanked on some underwear, padding out to the kitchen. I wrapped my arms around his waist and he chuckled. "Isn't this usually supposed to be the other way around?" 

I smirked and bumped his hip with mine. He brought out my inner playful side. "Then let me do it," I replied, scrambling the eggs in the pan. Arms wound around my waist and I felt lips press against my shoulder. 

"Good morning beautiful." I thumped him on the head, making him laugh. 

"Spoiled brat," I snarled; he gasped in mock hurt. I chuckled, plating the toast and eggs. We ate in comfortable silence, too content to ruin it with awkward small talk. I set my plate as there was a knock at the door. Couldn't it wait until after breakfast? "Be right there!" I called, pulling on some pants. 

I opened the door to see a group of... the Men in Black? I frowned in confusion, before I was handed a letter. Taylor laid his arm around my waist as I read. 

Mr Sackman, looks like I've finally found you. Did you really think I'd rest after you ran off? Thank you for taking care of my useless son, you can keep him. I gripped the paper angrily, glaring at I continued. For now, you'll be in my care until the media is finished grieving your 'death'. So don't fight my men, just pack up your things and go quietly. You won't miss that hovel anyways. P.S. If you fight them, they have permission to knock you unconscious, so be a good boy. 

I growled at the letter, crumpling it. Taylor pouted against my hair, "I'm not useless, bitch." The men invited themselves in, standing or sitting wherever as they waited. I sighed, ruffling my hair.

"I guess we better get packing," I grumbled. Taylor followed me in packing our things, the men carrying it out. I gave the building manager the key, bowing in goodbye as she waved, tears filling her eyes. I liked her, she was very kind. 

***

I sighed as I read the note sitting on the front door. Looks like we have a dinner guest tonight. Taylor helped me bring groceries in, setting them on the counter. The house was a pretty average size, seeing as it was one of her vacation homes.

There were two bedrooms, one bathroom and an office. We didn't need the office, but she locked it up anyways. The front door opened and in walked the she-devil herself, a wide grin on her face. "Hello son, come along, we have a lunch date." 

Taylor glared at her, sitting pointedly on the couch and pulling me onto his lap. Her cocky grin dropped, and she crossed her arms. "Taylor Wickman, you are going to lunch with me." 

He grinned, "I can't Mother, I'm busy." Before she could scold him, I was suddenly facing him and he crushed his lips against mine. I'm older dammit, why does he control me? I shivered as his tongue slipped into my mouth, my arms going around his neck.

His hands glided up my back, holding me against his chest. My fingers tangled in his hair, and I heard her sigh in annoyance. "Stupid, useless brat," she grumbled, leaving. His arms relaxed and he stopped kissing me, my breath coming out in pants. He laid his face in the crook of my neck, his arms hugging me tightly again. 

"I hate her, Sean." I relaxed against him, holding him just as tightly. 

"I know." I rubbed my nose in his shaggy hair, petting gently.