You're My Home

by Katie Moore

“I should be, as many Hallmark movies as I’ve watched lately. I have Tangled memorized because he watches it every time you leave him at home.” Tangled is his comfort movie when he’s sad, and hearing that sends a sharp pain right through my heart. He needs it every time I’m gone.

“Son, I know you didn’t do this to hurt Zach…but bringing a girl into the bed you share is going to hurt him. It’s hard enough for him to have you all to himself and suddenly have to share you with Carrie. Just be sensitive about it, okay? If you’re going to get serious with her and be bringing her up to your room, then maybe you and Zach need to have a long talk about not sharing a room anymore.” Not sharing a room? There’s no way I’m shoving him into his own room. Not having him with me is a horrible feeling.

“Feel my face, Zach. It’s me.” “Brady?” “Yes, baby…come back to me. You’re safe.” “He wasn’t supposed to come back again,” I gasp into his chest. “He wasn’t supposed to come back…” “He’s not back, Zach. I promise. No one is going to hurt you.”

“I’m so proud of you, Brady. You’re so gentle with him and show a strength that is so much like your father. We know we focus on Zach a lot because he needs us, but we see the man you’re becoming and love you so much.”

“My home is with you,” he says instantly.

I feel like we are on this edge, and soon, one of us is going to have to fall off it.

Five years together and now he’s gone. I feel like my very soul just drove away, and it breaks me into pieces.

“You can’t keep waiting around for Brady to want you the way you want him.” I flinch because it hurts to hear that truth. “I know,” I say in a small voice.

She claims I have less hair than most, and she doesn’t have to do my butthole. I stare at her like she’s lost her mind. Do guys really wax their asses? Is that my future?

So freaking funny.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to date. My heart still belongs to him.” “How about you just work on making friends and having fun? When you’re ready, we can move on to sucking dick and frotting with some guy. No one said you have to give your heart away. Then we can find you the big D, and your ass will help you get over Brady.” I laugh; I can’t help it. “What is frotting?” “Jesus…my sweet little baby virgin. You don’t know anything, do you?”

“I’m not that hairy, I’ll have you know.” “Don’t worry; you’ll be a daddy bear in your forties.”

I had to watch him cry his heart out all over again. And who picked up the pieces? I did. I’m so sick of watching him wait for you to fall in love with him and never giving himself a chance to love someone else. Sick of it.” I don’t know how to process all this and latch on to what he said in the last part. “What are you talking about? Fall in love with him? I love Zach.”

don’t even know what I’m thinking right now because the man dancing on the floor is stunningly beautiful. He’s not my Zach anymore; he’s this vibrant, gorgeous, hot guy.

I can’t take my eyes off Zach, with his new everything and the way he loves his best friend. I used to be the only best friend he had, but now he has someone without me.

Kelly nudges me with his arm and whispers, “See, I told you he watches you all the time.”

I feel his lips ever so softly press on mine. It’s Brady, my soul whispers to me. His lips lift and press again, sending shivers all over my body. The next time, I open my mouth a little and kiss him back. This may not mean anything to him, but I decide to pour all the love I can into what we’re doing…into this kiss. It’s Brady.

Something inside of me whispers, so this is what it’s supposed to feel like. This is why people love to kiss.

Deep down, I feel this shock inside me over wanting to touch him and make him come. I want to see his heavy-lidded eyes and hear his moans. What the fuck is happening to me?

There’s this intensity to it, this feeling of passion. All the love between us is very much a part of every touch and kiss.

Since that first kiss, he’s watched me with an almost feral look of hunger and want. He’s turned on by what we’re doing.

About halfway through breakfast, Brady and Connor show up at our table. I look up to see Brady scowl at us, and Connor’s expression isn’t much better.

“Jesus…baby, I’ve never seen anything as hot as you kneeling there with your tongue out, begging for my cum.”

His need to give me head is a drug I’m fast becoming addicted to.

“I wanted you all day, baby. Do you have any idea how much I want to be inside of you?” He whimpers, his eyes glazing over as he looks at me. “You want that, don’t you? My cock pushing inside of you until I come and fill you up.”

I’m making love to my best friend, the most important person in my life. That’s what this is, making love. All the emotions and love I have for him are coming out in this beautiful, physical way that is everything I imagined and more.

“Did I hurt you, Zach? Be honest.” He gives me his beautiful green eyes that I love. “I feel like you stuck your mammoth dick in my ass, so I’m guessing a little soreness is to be expected.” His smart-ass tone makes me smile. “I suppose you’re right, although mammoth is a huge exaggeration.” “It’s mammoth. I would know; it was in my ass.”

Kelly looks over his shoulder, and Connor smiles this stupid, lovesick smile.

Family isn’t about blood. It’s about who shows up when you need them. It’s about who you laugh with and cry with and who loves you for you, not who they think you should be.

He’s telling me he loves me with his tenderness, and I’m telling him I love him with my soul.

Every second is beautiful to me, watching my family together. Brady has his hand on the back of my neck, and any time I glance at him, he gives me these intense looks that make my insides quiver. The problem is, I think Mom and Dad have noticed the way he’s looking at me, too.

“No, I don’t want to hear it. You didn’t tell her about me, and you replaced me in your bed so easily. Maybe she can take over now, and you can kiss her! Make love to her!”

His words are like a knife cutting straight through my heart. I hurt him. Something I swore I would never do. I hurt the one person I love more than anyone or anything in this world.

“I want a relationship with him!” I shout, getting off the bed to pace in front of him. “He’s mine! He’s always been mine!”

“Now that you’ve helped him with his firsts, if he wants to date and find another guy, how are you going to feel about that?” “It’s not happening,” I blurt out. Even the thought of another man touching him, touching him like I have, makes me insane. “Why? If you only wanted firsts, why can’t he move on?” “Because he’s mine!”

Brady tilts my chin up so he can give me a kiss. I’m pretty sure my cheeks are red when I look back at Mom and Dad. They’re both smiling, and Mom does this little, excited clap that I think she picked up from Kelly. “Aww, you two together makes me so happy.”

I’ve found my home in Brady, and I know that I’ll always be his heart.