And now what you've all been waiting for...*drum roll please*.....CHIP MASAYA AND THEO TETERA!!  TAKE IT AWAY CHIP!

                -Rayne

WARNING: Sexual content and underage drinking

 ENJOY

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CHIP POV

"You wait out here."

Theo's eyebrow raises at my command and he folds his arms, a stray hair falling out of his perfectly fashioned hairstyle and onto his forehead. There's something about his hair being in disarray that makes the deepest parts of me rumble. Maybe it's because he's always so serious...so put together.

Currently, we are standing in front of the apartment that I share with Raid, a small but very lavish building surrounded by lush bushes and greenery.

"This is ridiculous. You're coming home anyways. What are you trying to hide something from me?" His tone is accusatory, which is never a surprise coming from him.

Not everything is about you Theo. I roll my eyes and ignore him tugging my keys out of my pocket to open the front door. As if he has been waiting all along the door swings open to reveal Raid looking mostly ready for the day if not for his hair sticking out in every direction, an expectant twinkle in his eye.

"You're here." He says but the statement isn't directed at me. I follow his gaze. Of course. Theo probably planned for me to come home today no matter what direction our conversation went. Scoffing I turn and send the older man a sharp scowl. The expression on his face tells me he is entirely unmoved by my anger and he shoves past me into the apartment, patting Raid on the shoulder on his way. Raid glances at me with the expression of a guilty puppy, as if sensing the tension.

"What the fuck Raid." I snap punching him in the arm and squeezing past him to follow Theo. The older man is striding around the apartment slowly, assessing everything with a critical eye. I know he is looking for a fault of any sort to store away for future reference. His presence fills the whole space, sucks the life out of it, as if it simply can't be contained by such a little cage.

He walks over to the fridge with a steady stride, his demeanor thick, as if he is superior to everything and everyone. He seems different. More savage...if that is even the right word to describe him. Like a jaguar pacing...waiting for the moment when it can attack.

Raid doesn't seem overly concerned with his presence. In fact he seems comfortable....even...happy that he's here, hurrying to the counter and sitting on a stool to observe Theo's movements. It's as if he's immune to the man's icy exterior. Theo shuts the fridge and turns around gazing at Raid. I feel myself swell in preparation for whatever cruel thing he looks like he's about to say.

"Empty."

Raid nods and scratches the counter. "Ran out of groceries yesterday."

"Do you need anything?"

"My mom is coming tomorrow." Raid shakes his head.

"Smoking?"

"No."

"Good."

What the fuck? What am I witnessing right now? They're like the darkest fucking Brady Bunch known to man. "Ugh" I groan turning around and walking through the living room and down the hallway to my bedroom where apparently my stuff has already been packed for me. The little that I have brought here with me to even attempt to make this apartment feel like a new home is packed in one neatly sealed box and a duffle bag. "WHAT THE FUCK RAID!" I yell my voice carrying easily across the small apartment. There's silence in the living room. I grab the bag and sling the handle over my shoulder turning as the door creaks. Raid is standing there his shoulders tilted downwards and his head bowing ever so slightly. While it's true that Raid doesn't say sorry, if you spend enough time with him you start to learn that his body says it for him. "You're my friend and I like you but I am seriously unimpressed by your loyalty thus far." I snap. Raid steps past me and grabs my box in his muscular arms, as if carrying it to the car makes up for all of the obedient puppy bullshit that he's pulled with Theo lately.

"You're mad."

"No shit Professor." I grumble but I choose not to take it out on him any further as I stomp out of the room. Theo is standing at the counter...no he's lounging as if he belongs here. He throws me a nonchalant glance and stands straighter glancing at the tall boy trailing behind me.

"Don't treat him so badly Chip." The way his voice is lilting is as if he's making a suggestion. As if he's telling me to put sunscreen on before going outside to play.

"That's rich coming from you." I laugh before heading out to the car. I don't want to drag this process on longer than necessary. The sooner I get back home the sooner I'll feel more capable of handling this asshole. Familiar territory. Both men follow behind me but only one seems to not know when to keep his mouth shut.

"I don't know what that's supposed to mean Chip. Raid have I yelled at you recently?" Theo questions leaning against the trunk of the expensive vehicle as I throw my bag in.

Raid gently sets the box down next to it and folds his arms, "No."

Theo gives me a pointed look. I want to slap him but I also want to lick his fucking face. God I have issues.

"Just get in the fucking car." I growl before turning to my friend. "I'll see you soon. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone. Especially to Takoda."

Raid stares and steps away from the vehicle signaling that it is time for me to leave. For some weird reason I feel like a sacrificial lamb. Theo is his god and I am his offering. I blanch at the thought but open the car door and slide in anyways slamming it shut behind me. Theo follows, gliding into the car gracefully while telling the driver....Fane was it...to head home. Now that there are no distractions I can't stop myself from looking at Theo out of the corner of my eye. Surprisingly he's already blatantly staring at me....his gaze calculating...analyzing me.

"What?"

"Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." He repeats and I narrow my eyes. "Makes it sound like you are planning to go back." There's a threatening lilt to his voice.

I lean back against the seat folding my arms and trying my best to look just as intimidating and confident as he somehow always manages to. "Well that depends on you now doesn't it?" His jaw clenches and he turns away but I can still see the barely restrained anger and frustration in the tension of his shoulders.

"You'll see things my way Chip."

"If you would like me to see things your way then it's probably a good idea to turn the car around. Or...even better you can order your little driver to drop me off to get the termination papers. We can get them all filled out and signed right here in the car. I see you even have your gold pen ready." I smirk gesturing at the pen sticking out of his pocket. "Took you long enough."

His fists clench and he shifts glancing outside the window. "That isn't going to happen."

I hum and glance at the rearview mirror catching Fane's eyes. He is clearly intrigued by this situation but he respectfully glances back to the road as the light turns green. "Then I think we both know where this is going."

He's silent for a good minute before whispering, "This is childish Chip."

"The only think that's childish about this is how afraid you are. You would think you never felt sexually attracted to someone before."

"Not to a kid."

"I'M NOT A KID." I snap glaring at him. The car fills with silence the only sound the barely there whooshing of cars going by. I feel restless as if just being in this car is riling me up. I want to get home already and lay in Theo's bed.

"Sometimes..."Theo starts, "Sometimes when I look at you I still see that little boy...-"

"Stop it." I growl.

"-at his mother's funeral-"

"You're pissing me off Theo."

"-your hand was so small-"

"ENOUGH!" I reach over and rip his hand from his lap placing my palm flat against his. There is a difference in skin color but aside from that our hands are nearly the same size give or take a half an inch. "Look at this!" Theo tries to pull his hand away but I don't let him. "Look at this Theo! Whose hand is small?" He tugs again and I release his arm. "I'm not small. I'm not a kid. Stop treating me like I've amounted to nothing."

Theo's eyes blaze. "I have never implied that you've amounted to nothing. You are the smartest, wittiest, kindest person I know. This has nothing to do with what you've amounted to."

"If you see me as a child that means you don't see me as an equal." I insist. My heart is beating fast and I feel my cheeks heating up with the effort it's taking to fight his arguments.

"You're right. I don't see you as an equal." My eyebrows furrow and he turns to look me in the eye. His gaze is angry but sad as if he's got a vast emptiness inside of him. As if he's missing something. "You are better than me. You are more than I will ever be. You deserve the world Chenoa Masaya."

"If I deserve the world then why won't you give it to me?"

Theo doesn't respond, just averts his gaze and the rest of the drive resumes silently. I don't attempt to make any further conversation. Fane is excused the moment we get home. He seems hesitant to leave as if maybe he can be the mediator for whatever this is between Theo and I. I give him my best reassuring smile and Theo tells him to sleep well and that finally sends him on his way. It's easy enough to carry my stuff inside myself. After our conversation Theo practically runs to his office and burrows himself inside. I stare at the box on my bed wondering why I feel so misplaced in my room. It should feel familiar....feel like home but it doesn't.

It's not my room anymore. That's why.

I change quickly into a white tank and pull on some sleep shorts before peeking my head out of the door and down the hall. He's trying to hide from me...but I'm not going to let him. I have to bring that heat out of him. That need to control. That's the rawest Theo I know and quite frankly it's the most real Theo I know as well. He tries to hide it under car rides and breakfast, waking me up for school and telling me to do my homework. I know it's in there because every once and awhile it breaks free in harsh words and livid eyes. I wonder if he'd be less angry if he would stop trying to be someone that he's not.

I don't bother knocking on the door to his office and instead barge in completely unsurprised when I see him lying on the couch staring at the ceiling his phone resting against his ear as if he's just finishing a call. His eyes catch mine and he watches me silently as the person on the other end of the call chats into his ear. I fold my arms and walk along the wall where his floor to ceiling book cases display expensive trinkets and aging novels. A particularly old copy of a Jane Austen novel catches my eye and I pull it from the bookshelf flipping through the pages while peeking over the top. Theo is still watching me his dark eyes crackling like a slowly growing fire. "Okay. See you in a minute." He takes the phone from his ear and places it down on the couch as he moves slowly into a proper sitting position. "Chip you aren't allowed in here you know that."

"That was before and this is now." I toss back sticking the novel back into the empty spot where I found it. His eyes are fierce, cautious but he doesn't move as I continue walking toward the fire place which is barren due to the growing heat and our slow descent into summer. "You know I lived here for a pretty long time and I have never once set foot in this room." I smile and point at him pursing my lips. "I bet you've got secrets in here."

He glances at my hand warily but looks back into my eyes rather quickly as if trying to cover something up. "Don't be stupid."

"Is it stupid though? This office looks just how I picture the office of Bruce Wayne and he's fucking Batman." I see the corner of his mouth twitch as if he was about to laugh but consciously pushed it down. "You're totally hiding something. Why else would you tell me to stay out all this time?" I rub a finger against a shelf, now on the other side of the room. Not even a speck of dust.

"Because I didn't want you messing with my important papers." He shoots back as if that's the obvious answer but I can see the tension in his thighs as if he's holding himself back from running at me and as I get closer to the portion of the room where his desk is I know I'm getting warmer. This room is like the recesses of Theo's mind. Sure his bedroom is where he sleeps and gets changed every day but this room....this room is where I feel Theo's presence the most. I can smell a faint scent of cedar and sandalwood as if he had put on cologne in here and the scent is still lingering from a few days ago. This room is raw and true Theo. When he walks past that doorway he is completely and one hundred percent himself something that I don't think I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

Is that what he's afraid of?

I have to be quick. I'm teasing him right now but if I actually want to get anywhere near that desk I'm going to have to book it....but is it locked? If it's locked I won't be able to get in anyways.

No. Theo wouldn't even think to lock it because I've never bothered to come in. I always associated this room with his work and that was never of much interest to me anyways. He probably thought he was safe.

I decide to go for it, quickly skipping towards the computer and tugging open the bottom drawer of the desk. I look up and he's already coming towards me fast, huge, terrifying and super fucking attractive. There are a couple of those big orange envelopes in the drawer and I snatch them dodging Theo's hand and twirling like a tumbleweed around the other side of the desk so that we are standing across from each other.

"Chip. Give those to me right now." Theo's voice is calm but the tight rigidity of the muscles in his arms tells me that he is anything but. I shake my head.

"Me thinks...I've found a little gold mine." I tease smiling and waving one of the envelopes in the air.

"Chenoa Masaya I'm not going to ask again." I squish the package between my hands trying to feel what is inside. Photos?

"Are these pictures Theo?" I question shaking the envelope like a little kid on Christmas day.

"NOW. CHIP." He snaps holding his hand out. I consider it for a second but the sheer titillating joy of seeing him so out of sorts is too good to pass up so I turn and run for the door. "CHIP!"

I yelp at the sound of him barreling after me, throwing open the heavy door and sliding through to speed down the hallway. I'm not as muscular as him so the space that I squeeze through isn't big enough for his form and that buys me some time. I'm halfway down the stairs when he's through and I don't even play with the idea of running around the house. No, I'm going straight for the front door. Theo likes appearances. He will do anything to maintain them even if that means acting like nothing is happening the moment he steps foot out the door.

But....usually it has nothing to do with me...so it's quite a gamble. I throw caution to the wind and shoot out the front door the sound of Theo screaming my name music to my ears. I only have confidence for two seconds because right as I get out the door I'm barreling into another human. A human that I definitely do not want to see.

"OH MY GOD!" The dark haired woman yelps in surprise catching me with her arms and pushing me backwards straight into Theo's broad chest. He's breathing heavily but that doesn't stop him from reaching over my shoulder and attempting to pluck the envelopes from my hands but I don't want to give in so easily.

"No." I snap squeezing my fists probably crushing whatever is inside.

"Chip let go."

"No."

"Chip. Right. Now." I shake my head but soon his other palm is griping my chin from behind effectively holding my head still. I'm shocked when I feel the side of his face press against mine, his lips close to my ear. "Let go of the damn envelopes right this instant." I shiver. Not out of fear or nerves but because that threatening whisper just went straight to my groin. I swallow and loosen my grip on the packages, the older man instantly snatching them from my hand and letting go of my face. "Hello Jules."

"Hey sweetie! It's been so long! How are you doing?" I blanche at the familiar voice glancing at my nemesis and wincing. She looks intrigued by what she just stumbled into her smile big and a little mischievous.

"I need a drink." I mumble moving to escape back into the house but Theo's finger slips into the collar of my shirt and drags me back to face the devil herself.

"Jules this is Chip. You've met before."

I expect her to get angry or at the very least a little catty, after all I did throw alcohol in her face. Instead her eyes bulge and she smiles wide throwing her arms out and wrapping me in a hug, effectively pushing me back into the foyer. "OH MY GOD! YOU'RE BACK! I WAS SO WORRIED!" What the fuck? I glance at Theo and he grins closing the door and walking into the kitchen packages of golden information still in hand. Jules let's go of me and catches my arm in hers trailing after the older man as she rambles away. "I felt so bad after what happened. I swear if I would've known beforehand I would've never come over. And don't you worry sweetheart I have no intention of stealing your man. I don't want Theo anyways. As you can tell he's clearly fucking crazy." Theo sends us a sultry glare and my gut pools with warmth. "Wait!" she stands up straight and points at Theo who has set the envelopes down by the stove and is currently unbuttoning the wrists of his shirt. "Your phone call was very cryptic. AM I HERE TO WATCH YOU FUCK!? ALREADY?"

I choke on air. "I'm sorry?"

Theo shakes his head and rolls up his sleeves unimpressed by her screaming as he grabs an expensive scotch along with three glasses and a bag of fancy pretzels. "You aren't here to watch us fuck Jules. I thought it would be nice to all sit down and have a couple drinks. Clear the air. After all...Chip is still a little bitter about everything."

"A little bitter?" I seethe sending the older man a glare but my insides twist with need at his words.

"As you should be sweetie." Jules asserts flipping Theo off carelessly with her delicate French manicure. "Trust me, Theo and I had a talk about the whole thing afterwards. He's going to do right by you from now on."

I raise a brow and rest my chin in my palm. "Oh is he...an hour ago he was singing a different tune."

"You what? What about our talk? You are supposed to make up and I'm supposed to watch you have sex!"

Theo's nose scrunches in a silent snarl and he shoves a glass of scotch in the woman's face. "Here have a scotch and shut the fuck up while you're at it."

My jaw drops in shock. Shock that he would talk to anyone like that. He's usually so polite and proper. He yells at me about my language!

"Hey you son of a bitch! Don't tell me to shut the fuck up. You're a fucking coward you know that?" I reach forward and grab the glass meant for me taking a sip and watching Jules throw her fingers in Theo's face. "Look at this situation!" She points at me and I glance at Theo in confusion. "Here you have the delectable boy of your dreams right in front of you and you aren't tying him to your bedpost with silk ribbons and licking chocolate off of his nipples? What is wrong with you?"

I flush and Theo makes an expression like he can't believe what she's saying right now. "The next time you tell me that our conversations don't somehow always end up at sex I'm going to remind you about this moment."

"Yes I'm talking about sex right now but it's only because I'm trying to make a point."

"And your point is?" He questions but he's glancing at me out of the corner of his eye with a sultry gaze as he downs his scotch. I can't read him. This the first time in a long time that I have felt Theo's eyes on me in a manner that is completely indecipherable.

"My point is why am I here? Am I here because you wanted to introduce me to Chip or am I hear to act as a barrier to keep you from fucking him on the kitchen table?" The room is silent. Theo doesn't respond. "I mean...it's been awhile since you've been together for this long right? You know that saying... Absence makes the heart grow fonder and the libido crush the chivalry and consideration out of all rational thought."

I squint glancing at Jules. "I don't think that's how it goes."

"That is exactly how it goes." She snaps pointing a finger at Theo, making a duh face. "Look at him." I glance at the older man but he quickly turns his head taking an extreme interest in the clock above the pantry.

"Oh man that clock is super interesting right now." Jules narrates in a sing song voice downing her drink and grabbing the bottle from in front of Theo. "A lot more interesting than Chip over here looking extra cute in his droopy tank top and red shorts."

She points at my empty glass wiggling the bottle and I nod watching her pour me some more. "Oh wait...did Jules just say RED SHORTS? As in THE COLOR RED? ON CHIP? GOD SAVE ME NOW! OH THE TEMPTATION." Jules glances at me and rolls her eyes. "Oh man to distract myself I better stare at the minute hand real close. It's a good thing that Jules is here, That way she'll keep an eye on me so I don't go Phantom of the Opera, Angel of the fucking night on Chip."

"I didn't invite you over to harass me." Theo asserts turning his intense gaze towards the modelesque woman.

"Of course you did." She shoots before turning to me. "So what's the deal with you two then?"

I shrug twisting my glass on the table. "I won't sign the termination papers if he cooperates with me."

"And by cooperate you mean...."

I glance at Theo. He's staring at me with a serious expression on his face as if he's a student listening to a very important lecture. All of a sudden I feel extremely awkward explaining this out loud. "When I say I want him to cooperate with me I mean that I want him to stop acting like my father. He's not my father. He is an extremely attractive older man who I really want to kiss and I know for a fact that I am a passably attractive young adult who he really wants to kiss. So why in the world aren't we kissing? You know?" Jules nods as if this makes complete sense and takes another swig of scotch. "So if what Theo wants is to remain my legal guardian and to have me live here with him then...this relationship needs to change. With active efforts. No running away from me...or calling me a kid...or telling me that what we are feeling is wrong. That's banned. I want none of that. I want complete and utter honesty but it's like he's made of lies and pretending. I can't fucking poke a hole in the fake." Theo winces as if this actually hurts him. "Yes I'm young and I probably don't know what love is yet but...how can you tell me that I can't love you if you aren't actually who you even say you are? You know? Whose fault is it really at that point?" I tilt my glass at Theo. "It's your fault because I've always been honest to god me around you."

Jules nods along to my words as If I'm preaching and when I finally finish she slams her glass down effectively startling me. "That it. We are going to be honest with each other. Theo tell Chip something that you want him to know."

Theo feigns disinterest but the speed in which his chest is moving up and down tells me that he is nervous in some capacity. The older man looks straight at me and says, "I want you to quit your job at the coffee shop and enroll in classes at CRU."

Jules blinks. "Not what I Meant."

Is he serious? This is what he wants to talk about right now? "I barely graduated high school and you want me to go to University? That's a joke." I laugh and lean back on my stool shaking my head.

Theo leans forward. "Higher education is important Chip. Having a degree is important. This isn't up for discussion."

I look at Jules pointedly and throw my arm towards Theo. "You see? I want to stick my tongue down this guy's throat but he's acting like my dad. The last thing I need when I want to get him off is a reminder that I have an essay due in MLA format with works cited included."

"Homework is more important than sex Chip!" Theo snaps giving me one of those responsible dad looks.

I shake my head. "You need to straighten out your priorities."

"Priorities? You are my priority!"

"Not if you're telling me homework is more important than sex I'm not."

"What if we had sex, did homework in bed, and then proceeded to have more sex?" Jules offers with pursed lips. Theo tsks at her and throws a dismissive hand in her direction settling his gaze back on me. "Whatever. This is only going to be solved by ultimatums. Theo do you realize that Chip isn't going to be romantically available forever? Sure he can live here but eventually he's going to move on. He's going to be dating, and having sex with other people here in this house."

"Out of the question." Theo's jaw clenches and he twists his glass between his fingers. "Not in my house."

"Well then at that point he's going to have to move out." She retorts.

"Absolutely not."

"Theo you are making no sense. You're basically putting Chip in the position where he has to be lonely for life." Jules is staring to get angry, the teasing lilt in her voice slipping away to be replaced by a tight tone.

"Lonely? He has me!" Theo shouts slamming his glass on the table.

"No he doesn't! You're ridiculous. I'm not letting you turn him into doll. He needs to experience life and if you won't let him then you're the part of the equation that needs to be omitted. Period."

"That isn't up to you!"

"No it's not but it is up to him!" The two most gorgeous humans I have ever seen in my life turn their attention towards me as if waiting for my input.

I nod slowly before setting my glass on the counter, now is the time to really put my foot down. I need to let him know that I'm not going to be doing this wishy washy shit, I need development and I need it to happen now. "Theo. I expect change and I'm not willing to wait forever. I can't. I don't want to be one of those people who wait on someone and then all of a sudden they're middle aged and made of regrets. If you don't want me then I'm going to start putting myself out there."

"You can't." Theo shakes his head lividly and looks up at the ceiling. If I didn't know any better I would say that he's holding back frustrated tears. It's probably the scotch.

"How are you going to stop me?" I question my voice coming out in a whisper. Silence. I take the opportunity to slide off of my stool giving Jules a smile. I feel bad now for throwing that wine in her face. Raid may be on Theo's side but Jules is on mine. "I'm tired and I'm going to bed. Where am I sleeping Theo my room or yours?"

The air is heavy with the weight of this decision. Jules stares into her glass solemnly her nail tapping the rim as if she is deep in thought. It sounds like a simple enough question but what happens from here on out relies completely on the words that come out of Theo Tetera's mouth.

"Theo....my room or yours?"

"This is so-" Theo snarls and turns throwing his glass at the sink with intense aggression. It shatters loudly, and Jules winces beside me, but at the very least the mess is contained.

"Theo-"

"MINE! MINE! MY ROOM OKAY!?"

I nod. "Goodnight Jules, It was nice to meet you. Sorry about before."

Jules takes my hand gently in hers giving it a wiggle. "No worries honey. Sweet dreams." She gives a little nod in Theo's direction, Theo who has taken to pacing frantically up and down the kitchen. "I'll talk this guy down. Don't worry about it, just go get some sleep."

"Thanks."

I don't spare another look at Theo and instead pad out of the room heading straight up the stairs. Jules's voice carries as I hurry down the hall.

"Sweetie are you okay?"

"No. I'm not okay. I'm going to fucking break him Jules."

I shut Theo's bedroom door, not even bothering to turn on the light as I hurry to the bed. I launch myself landing with a less then graceful groan before taking a deep breath and appreciating the smell of sweat, and sandalwood that clings to the covers.

It seems to me that I'm the one doing the breaking.

I wake up the next morning to the sound of birds chirping, which is quite honestly the best way to wake up. Light is shining in my face and it's bright enough that I'm forced to open my eyes. Immediately I reach my arm out rubbing my palms against the soft sheets to find that the bed is empty. This doesn't surprise me in the least so I pull myself up into a sitting position rubbing my eyes before glancing to my right.

There Theo is leaning against the balcony railing outside that overlooks the forest behind the house. He's in his boxers and has a mug of coffee gripped in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other. The sunlight only looks more beautiful dripping from his shoulders. I'm so distracted by it that I don't even realize how intently the man is staring at me. It takes him sipping his coffee for me to finally look into his eyes. It's a hurricane. There are so many emotions there. Anger, sadness, relief, anticipation, and something else. Something that I'm thinking might be the most honest emotion of all.

"Good morning." I offer reaching up and scratching my head, before hugging my blanketed knees against my chest. Theo doesn't respond. He simply continues to stare over the lip of his mug. I feel nervous. Worried that maybe Theo hates me, that maybe I read him wrong this entire time. Maybe there really wasn't anything there and I was imagining it, projecting my feelings onto him and acting as if they're returned.

"You're scared." His voice is deep, scratchy and rough indicating that he must've only woken up recently.

"No I'm not." I respond maybe a little too quickly.

"Yes you are. You're honest remember? I can tell."

My fingers play with a loose string hanging off of the blanket, "I'm not scared of you though."

Theo's eyes shift slowly down my shoulders and over the bump of my legs.

"I fell asleep really fast last night. Did you come to bed?" The question comes out a little awkward. I feel uncomfortable because I have only ever woken up to the sight of this man once before and it was when he dumped me off of the bed like an asshole. There was less tension back then. Theo looks down at his coffee, and purses his lips, sucking in his cheeks a bit as if he's thinking. "Did Jules get home alright?"

"She's still here." He gestures toward the door with his pointer finger. "In your room."

I nod, my eyes following the hand with the cigarette pack. "Why do you have those?" Theo follows my gaze and shifts slightly setting his mug down on the balcony railing. "Are you that upset with me?"

He shakes his head, flipping the unopened pack in his fingers. "I'm not upset with you Chip."

"Dad wouldn't like it if you were smoking again." I state as if this will deter him. Theo glances up at me through hooded eyes and lets out a light scoff, his jaw clenching.

"Dad wouldn't like a lot of things that I'm about to do." I catch fire at his words, my flesh scorching with a sudden heat wave.

"Those will kill you though."

Theo tosses the pack onto the bench outside and comes forward, leaning against the balcony door, his arms folding solidly between us. His eyes are such chaos, manage to be as cold as an Alaskan tundra but as hot as the Saharan desert all at the same time. "And you won't?"

"Does it feel like I'm killing you Theo?" I mumble sliding out of the bed. I refrain from rolling my eyes. Try to be more mature. There's no response and I feel the desperate need to take a shower, my skin itching either with Theo's gaze or the sweat of yesterday I'm not sure. I head for the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" I blink hard, turn quickly at the reprimanding tone in his voice. He's still in the same position, hasn't even bothered to move as if he knew that the mere sound of his voice would stop me in my tracks.

I sigh running a hand through my hair, gesturing at the door. My heart beat picks up. "To take a shower."

"Without me?"

I don't know how to respond. Don't know how to communicate past the frog slowly climbing up my throat "What?"

"You heard me." The older man breaks away from his perch pacing toward me. "We're doing everything together now. Sleeping, eating, showering. Development....wasn't that what you called it?"

I shake my head trying to decide which part of me is winning; the part of me that wants to hide, or the part of me that wants to encourage his behavior. "You're trying to scare me."

Theo grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me toward the door with a whisper, "We can talk about this in the bathroom."

Tribal drums are thrashing in my chest. I'm a little dazed, trying to decipher whether or not this is the real Theo or just another false character that he's conjured up to both wound and appease me. As we walk past my old bedroom door I silently pray for Jules to come out ready for another chat but nothing happens and Theo pushes open the bathroom door. I'm herded into the room and almost immediately the older man is reaching for me attempting to pull my tank top above my head. I allow it but my skin turns a little pink with my blood flow and I try to discreetly get away from the man without making it obvious that that's what I'm doing.

"Uh...T...Theo. Jules....she's s...still here." I stutter wincing at the sound of my own voice. Theo shrugs his palms slowly rubbing down my back. The sensation is everything I have ever wanted all in a moment that is going too fast, as if he's rushing to get it over with. I jerk, his fingers curl around the rim of my sleep shorts.

"Doesn't matter. She wants to watch remember?"

"Theo" I snap frustration building because I know that he's trying to make it uncomfortable, manufactured if that makes any sense.

"Are you scared?"

My stubbornness gets the best of me and I flip around slapping his arms away from me and glaring at him. "I'm not fucking scared Theo." I see a light flicker in his eyes at my anger but he keeps his expression schooled. Before he can try to robotically construct our encounter I'm pushing up against him and catching his mouth with mine. A breath of surprise is released from his nose and his palms grab onto my waist as if trying to figure out what to do with me.

He tastes bitter like his coffee with a slight hint of vanilla, and I'm sure that I taste like day old scotch. It's not necessarily the most perfect kiss but it's just enough for me because Theo is caught off guard and a caught off guard Theo is a real Theo. I take the opportunity as I twist my arms around his neck to really feel his flesh. How can such a hard person be so soft?

I lick at his bottom lip and his palms tighten harshly around my waist. Painful but in a good way. He pushes me and our lips fall apart. His eyes are wide and full of awe. His adams apple bobs up and down as he swallows and I grin. "Are you scared Theo?"

He trembles, an earthquake right against me and I feel proud because I just caused the most beautiful natural disaster. I lean in to kiss him again and he shudders a little backing away "Chip-"

"Yes Theo?"

He licks his lips. "You need to step back."

"I don't think so. Development remember?" Theo's nerves give me confidence and I lean over tugging down both my sleep shorts and my underwear, kicking them across the bathroom floor. I turn around and slide the shower door open turning the water on so it's just hot enough to begin steaming up the mirrors on the walls. That's how I know Theo was a playboy. Who else has mirrors in their shower instead of tile? Theo is still standing in the same spot and he looks incredibly affronted. He teased me for being scared but he looks like he's about to run out of the room as his eyes travel up my legs. I reach out my hand and beckon him. "Are you coming Theo?" A boyish expression crosses his face, unsure but it disappears as quickly as it comes as if he's embarrassed by his nerves. "I'm waiting."

He swallows but with a quick curl of my finger he's following me into the shower and shutting the door behind him. As the water cascades down the older man's shoulders I glance down at his underwear with barely concealed humor.

"I think you forgot something Theo."

He shakes his head and glares at the ceiling. After all it's hard not to see naked flesh in a box of mirrors. My heart is beating with a most inconsistent and erratic rhythm as I study the way his flesh curves in all the right places. I find that the skin of his chest is soft as I reach up to run my fingers across the area right next to his nipple. Goosebumps rise all over Theo's skin despite the fact that we are being sprayed with hot water. "Are you going to run away?" My fingertips travel down his chest to his abs where the skin is rippled in the form of six pack. Not outrageously defined but more so than mine.

"No. "It takes him a while to answer. "I won't run."

I allow myself the chance to look up into his eyes, they're dark, full of resignation and maybe even something like sadness.

"You'll regret it." His voice is a barely there whisper as if this is something he has already prepared himself for. Something he knows will come to pass. I shake my head vigorously, make myself a little dizzy with the energy I put into it.

"I won't regret it." I protest wrapping my arms around his waist as if I can embrace the doubt right out of him. His hands cup my cheeks and he pulls my face so that I'm looking at him, his thumbs stroking me gently as if there's a fear that with a bit more pressure I'll shatter.

"Not yet you won't."

I don't respond and instead kiss him softly, slowly, allowing him to get used to the feeling of me against him. My hands stroke the flesh of his lower back as if working to pacify the bigger man. He makes a sound like desire with each stroke of my fingers and I swell kissing him a little more harshly than I had planned. He grunts, pulls me even closer against him as if the pain of my violent kisses has awoken something inside of him. Something lustful and greedy. I feel a bubbling impulse to make him groan even more. Before I even think about what I'm doing I'm dropping to my knees, curling my fingers underneath the waist band of his soaking underwear and gently tugging looking up into his eyes for any rebuttal. His cheeks are slightly pink and he's breathing deeply, head tilted away from the spray of water above. His eyes are assessing the situation as if inside of himself he's weighing the consequences of what's about to happen. I wait patiently until finally he nods a little rubbing his palm down his face to clear it of any excess water from the shower head.

I don't hesitate because I know that the longer I hesitate the more I'll worry about my ability. I've never had any sexual experience in my life, I'm going solely off of an assumption of what Theo might enjoy. It's a popsicle Chip. A dick....but a popsicle. I wonder if the older man sees the doubt in my eyes because he's reaching down and scratching his nails against my scalp in a way that rapidly calms me. That's all I need to help me pull the cloth down and around his ankles. I instantly grab the base of him between my fingers as if trying to charm a snake and he jerks a little his hand tightening in my hair. I bite my cheek and take a deep breath stroking him slowly at first. I watch as some pre-cum wells out of the slit before being washed away with the spray of water.

As if on impulse I lean forward and lick the tip with my tongue, just to test what it might taste like, what it might feel like.

"Shit" Theo groans and a thrill goes through my body. It's a vibration of pleasure, a response to the sound he makes when he feels good. My spine tingles and my shoulders quake and I lean forward to take as much of him in as I can.

I can't believe I'm doing this. I've never even watched porn or masturbated until recently and here I am making a really terrible and stupidly timed attempt at sucking Theo's dick. It's salty, sweet, and even a little bitter but I don't mind any of the flavors. The sensation of the tip cramming against the back of my throat is uncomfortable but not unpleasant and I choke involuntarily as my throat tries to adjust to his size and subconscious thrusting.

Theo jerks again in this moment spilling a whole string of curses from his lips before trying to pull away. "I'm...I'm sorry Chip. Shit...we should stop. Are...are you okay?" I'm more than okay and I realize in this second as I look at the panicked expression on Theo's face, the cutting sparkle in his eye, that the older man...enjoyed the sound...the sensation of me choking. Half of me thinks he's apologizing for that and not for the fact that I choked in the first place. I shake my head quickly grabbing the back of his thigh and pulling him back again.

"No I don't want to stop." My voice is raspy and I have to clear my throat in the middle of my words to get the rest of them out.

The older man reaches for the door. "No it's hurting you. I don't think this is a good idea."

Frustrated I reach over and slap his hand harshly with mine and then grab onto him even tighter. "NO. It didn't hurt. I liked it." I flush, my face cooking with heat.

"You.....you..."Theo eyebrows compress as if he doesn't quite understand.

"I liked it." I insist again, emphasize the words while grabbing back onto his manhood and leaning forward to take the whole thing back into my throat. I swallow against the flesh and Theo's palm is back into my hair putting an ever so slight pressure against the back of it as if he wants to thrust mindlessly but is trying to hold back. I release him from my mouth with a slight popping sound and rub him a couple times looking up into his worried eyes. His jaw is clenched and he looks both concerned and turned on. "Do what you want. I don't mind. If you're hurting me I'll tell you."

"How?" He questions darkly and reaches down stroking my lips with the pad of his thumb. "You can't tell me anything...your mouth will be full won't it?"

I shiver at the greed in his tone...the hunger. "I'll fight you if I don't like it Theo. You know I will."

The way his expression twists at this revelation tells me that the thought of me fighting him both scares him and turns him on and in turn I'm nervous but impassioned by this reality.

Shit what is wrong with us. Are we sick? Have we both always been freaks?

"I'll fight you." I reassure once again, for both of us this time. "I'll hit you, scratch you, kick you and try to get away."

Theo is silent looking down on me with heavy lidded eyes and then he's nodding. He grabs my chin, strokes it gently, "Breathe through your nose." He commands, and then he's grabbing his cock in his hand and pressing it against my lips. I open up for him, licking the underside with my tongue, and grabbing onto his thighs to keep myself steady. His hand takes a firm grip of the back of my head and as I suck and taste he slowly starts to roll his hips against my mouth.

It's hot. No he's hot. This is a Theo that I have never seen before. He waits for the okay to be selfish but once he has he embraces it. I groan as the pace of his thrusts pick up and gag against the width of him invading my throat. It's painful but satisfying in a way that I can't even fathom describing. It's exhaustion that fills you with adrenaline, It's the cold of a snow storm with the stroke of flakes against your face, it's the dark damp of the rain with the smell of fresh earth, it's the terrifying rumble of a thunderstorm with the astounding veins of lightning painting the sky.

"Damn it Chip." Theo rambles, grinding roughly but cautiously against my throat and I find that I've zoned out, lost in thoughts about the older man, and that I'm hard and leaking precum like a faucet. "Fuck" He growls and then he's gripping me harshly and releasing into my mouth. I feel his thighs lock, his whole body seize in pleasure as he orgasms and in the middle of it all there's a severe and loud knocking on the door.

"HOW FUCKING LONG ARE YOU GUYS GOING TO BE IN THERE!? I'M A GUEST! MAKE ME SOME DAMN BREAKFAST THEO! NOT ALL OF US CAN SUBSIST ON SMOOTH SEXY NATIVE AMERICAN BOY!"

Theo snarls his fingers tightening in my wet locks and turns toward the door, effectively pulling himself from my mouth in the process. "FUCK OFF JULES!"

"DON'T TELL ME TO FUCK OFF! YOU INVITED ME REMEMBER?"

I cough leaning over half swallowing the milky liquid and letting the rest out into the bottom of the shower. A little got on my face at the end there and Theo notices leaning down and rubbing it off with one hand while massaging my neck with the other. "Are you okay?"

I nod and cough again before swallowing. "I'm fine" I tremble after responding but only because I'm still rock hard and nowhere near calming down. Theo notices and his eyebrows furrow in concern.

"Shit," He whispers glancing between me and the bathroom door as if assessing how long we have before the Primadonna outside really loses her shit.

I wave my hand in his face and gesture at the door. "It's okay. Don't worry about me. Let's just get rid of her first."

The older man winces and runs a shaking hand through my hair. He's acting like such a mother hen, it's as if I caught a rare illness and he's afraid to leave me alone for even a second. "Are you sure you're okay?"

I roll my eyes. "I just sucked your dick Theo. I didn't catch the Black Plague. Just go cook a feast to appease that thing outside the door." Theo suppresses a grin and nods, his fingers flexing as if he still wants to touch and his body unmoving. Clearly it will take more to get him to leave the room. "Theo," I sigh. "I'm hungry and unfortunately your milk doesn't constitute a very balanced breakfast. So will you please go make some food?"

Theo flushes and almost immediately spins around, exiting the shower and subsequently the room as if my even mentioning what just happened is too much for his brain matter to comprehend. I scoff teasingly at his retreating form, sit back against the shower wall and twist the cold water nob all the way.

This better work like it does in the movies. 

So....what do we think? Yes...no...maybe so? Chip and Theo are a little bit freaky but they are freaky in love and I think that's what makes them so interesting. It's always a battle but...they might actually prefer it that way. Let me know all your thoughts in the comments and thanks for being so great!!!!

-Love Rayne, 

XOXOXOXOXO