TABOO: THE COMPLETE SERIES(23)

“Something happened between you two,” I blurted out.

“What?”

“Don’t lie to me, you have a thing for him!”

“So what?”

I rolled my eyes. “Jake. You do remember what he did to you, right? He tortured you with a baseball bat! I was the one who stitched you up! Have you seriously forgotten?”

“How can I when you keep reminding me!”

I calmed down enough to make him understand. “Jake your brain is still trying to make sense of what happened. This is a coping mechanism. Making something so harsh sound like it’s nothing. Your brain is doing it to protect itself from trauma. This is not the time to be making decisions like whether you feel something for the guy who tortured you!”

Jake was in tears. “Jake he’s using his charm against you, it’s all part of his plan. He’s good at what he does, don’t be a willing victim.”

“Right,” Jake said, “and what does the brilliant doctor suggest I do? Wait for my knight in shining armor?”

I had no response for him. He was right. It wasn’t like I was offering him anything tangible. “Jake I get it. The world failed you. But just because you hate me and the rest of world, doesn’t mean you should walk straight into Weldon’s trap.”

“First, nothing happened. Second, it’s none of your business.”

He started walking past me and I grabbed his arm. “Don’t do it,” I said. “Don’t let him win. I know you. You’re going to hate yourself for it.”

“Let go of my arm.”

“I want to save you. But if you choose him over me, then you’ve lost me forever.”

Jake’s hand trembled but he twisted it out of my grasp.

He walked outside and I followed. “I was starting to think maybe you want to keep Jake for yourself and don’t want to give him to me.” Weldon put his arm around Jake and Jake didn’t even flinch.

“The thought did cross my mind.”

Jake looked at me but said nothing. Weldon kissed him lightly on the lips. “It wouldn’t have bothered me if you did, Doc.” He turned to me and he was grinning. That perfect set of teeth and the designer stubble made me want to stab him in the face with a scalpel. Or maybe I’ll use it to skin him alive. “You don’t know me, but… I like a little challenge.”

He winked.

Smug bastard.





WELDON


If you could, who would you lose yourself in?

Who is the one person you could give up everything for?

Which is the one love you’d give anything to have?

Are you truly lucky if you feel something more than desire?

Love and desire have always been connected. People think they have things sorted but it can’t be true. Fucking is the most intimate, most personal thing you can do.

Fucking changes everything.

The lights in the bedroom are dim. The glow from the bedside lamp falls on Jake at intervals and I think I’ve gotten addicted to watching him sleep in nothing but his shorts. Maybe I’ve gotten addicted to a lot of things I don’t want to think about. Addiction is weakness too. It always comes at a price. The question is would I be I willing to pay it?

I remembered Jake’s last proclamation loud and clear.

He’s reminded me about it for weeks.

I’m not going to fuck you.

But the thing is I’m starting to lose control.

Watching him sleeping so peacefully for once, I can’t but touch my cock because it’s already hard and I can feel blood rushing toward it. I don’t know what I’m doing. He could wake up any second and how would that look? I don’t want to come across as desperate. But I am desperate. I’m starving. It’s pure thirst I feel inside. Fuck. I need to get a hold of myself but instead I keep stroking my cock through my pajama bottoms, the only thing I was wearing.

God, he’s beautiful.

His lips are a bright red, his legs are long and shapely, resting on the bed. He’s right in front of me and so out of my reach, it’s frustrating.

He stirred in his sleep and I still stood there.

I was there when he opened his eyes and tried to make sense of what was happening. “Do you want to fuck me, Jake?”

He was gazing at me, at my body, blatantly at first and then he looked away. “No.”

Maybe if I couldn’t fuck him I could do something else. So, I took off my shirt and climbed the bed, got on top of him. I didn’t go near his lips, just stayed low and nuzzled his neck. “Do you want to fuck me?” I whispered in his ear. It was obvious he was having trouble resisting me. I could tell by the way he was responding to my touch. “No,” he said, so I lowered my mouth to his chest and merely grazed my mouth over his pecs. I kissed his nipple, then kept kissing, going lower towards the lines on his abdomen and I kissed his navel. He was no longer the passive party and I could feel him getting aroused by every place I touched.

“Weldon!”

But instead I went lower and kissed him below the navel, for just a little while before I went back up again. “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked one last time, whispering it in his ear. His chest rose and fell with every shallow breath he took. I hovered near his lips for a few moments. I wanted this to last. I wanted him to feel the full extent of desire that I was feeling. “No,” he repeated. I touched my lips to his and kissed him, soft and slow. We broke off for a second, just to look at each other and then got back into kissing again. I could feel Jake closing his eyes and giving in when I kissed his neck in several places. Our cocks were rubbing against each other and we were both erect. I kept kissing him just like that, increasing the intensity slowly as I slowly caused friction between our cocks, and rubbed them together.