Zero's POV:
You're father is returning....
Any other kid would have been excited, maybe even throw a surprise 'Welcome Home Party!' but I was just the opposite. My Father never was a very good role model, so when I was told he would return...all hopes of mine dispersed.
"Zero?"
Oh why, must you come back of all the times? Why?..
My thoughts were interrupted by Eliót clearing his throat. "Eliót, not now. Please." I barely managed this before having the most horribly embarrassing breakdown.
Eliót's POV:
I didn't know this, Zero.
The strong, self centered, yet beautiful man was none of that right now. His Caribbean blue eyes were red with tears and his lip quivered.
I had walked into his office to announce I wasn't accepting the job when instead I found this. He had snapped at me but then bursted into tears. So I did what not many others would even inquire. I held him, brushing his hair from his eyes.
I had thought he would fight it, do anything to prove dominance and superiority. Once again he surprised me. He snuggled yes the oh so uncaring man snuggled into my chest. His tears soaked my shirt and he buried his face in the dark material, I didn't know this feeling.
What feeling? The feeling of being appreciated, of being put first because the gods know I put him right at the top. "Eliót?"
My head shot up and I dropped my arms from him.
And the Hulk returns!
"I'm sorry."
I lost it..I legit shoved him away.
"Who are you? And where is Zero Winston!" Little dramatic but really!
Zero laughed.
"You've known me for two weeks! How can you act like this isn't me? You don't know the real me!"
I didn't even blink.
"Ba-..Zero, I know you!"
"Oh really tell me about myself. What am I allergic to? Hobbies?"
It was now my turn to chuckle.
"You have three allergies.
Cats, Carrotts and pepper." I stated matter as factly.
Zero grunted. I grinned.
"Hobbies?" He asked.
"Track. Football but you hate defense. Hockey but you're afraid of the ice breaking in. And cooking. You make a mean Manicotti. Minus the pepper. You're allergic to cats but you're a sucker for kittens. You even have on space cats sock right now. To prove my point more you just eased your feet below the desk...anymore?"
"Fuck you."
Oh how I wish... But lets not say that.
Zero's POV:
How he knew so much about me was stabbing me. A constant ache proving I was way in over my head. But yet, just like Davis said I can't take my eyes off of him. His every move, every smile. I found myself irrevocably involved and happily so.
I wanted to lean in and kiss his worries away.
But I can't. And he knew too, it was as if he read my mind though. He slowly leaned towards me, I don't think he even realized. Atleast not until I involuntarily groaned. His lips were nerve wracking close. Mint swirled to me, I bit my lip nearly have given up on avoiding the mysterious man infront of me.
"Uhm..wrong time?" I nearly broke neck I turned so fast. The last man I wanted to see.
My Father leaned against the door frame a smug look radiating off of him.
"Dad."
"Hello, Zàchariah."
Eliót slowly slid off my desk. When did he even get on it? I didn't utter a word until I heard the door click shut. Then I turned back to my father. My homophobic father.
Smack!
The sound of him hitting me bounced off my office walls. I lunged at him.
"You fucking bastard!" I roared slamming my fist into his face over and over until his blood painted my nuckles. All I saw was pure uncaged rage, my vision red.
"Zero!"
Eliót? A strong hand forced me off of my father and the coward took off towards the door. I would have grabbed him and continued avenging my family but Eliót stopped me.
"Zero, no." His words were slow but firm. Holding no room for argument.
I reluctantly caved. I slumped against my Eliót. My? Too tired to battle my conscious I let it go. Not thinking about my possessiveness towards a young man I just met barely two weeks ago!
For the first time in what had to of been 10 years, I gave in. Allowed myself to feel. To hold and touch. To
Live.
"Zero?" My Eliót interrupted me again, but this time I really did not care. "Yes?" I asked silently praying he wasn't giving up on me. Eliót placed his fingertips underneath my chin and turned my face towards himself.
Please kiss me. "I don't know what happened. I feel if my feelings show weight in time you will tell. And whether you do or not. Just know this. I will always be here for you. If you feel hurt call me. If you're drunk off your ass..I'll hold your hair as you up chuck, bring you Aspirin and Gatorade when you wake. Even if I can't express my enotions physically how I wish. I will stand by you. I din't know what it is. But I can't watch you hurt..long or regret. I really do care."
Eliót didn't say another word before he left.
And I stupidly sat there. I fucking sat there! When the only person to ever give a shit left..I didn't move. I didn't cry or sigh in relief. I was numb.
So freaking numb. I heard the elevator ding, signaling it either reached our floor or was going down.
I still sat there.
My shoulders slank. My heart pounding and my thoughts felt like a serious game of Chess. Like Spencer Reid and Rossi, Chess Match.
The sound of a car screeching out of my below office garage is what made me react. I hit my knees, the tears pouring out. But I'm not gay! Yeah sure I'll let a dude blow me but i've never thought of it that way. I wanted to get off, he wanted me. It never registered that this was a guy.
Never.
Not until now.
Hey bat babies I'm back
Chapter Four! Woo I am on
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