Ruxs unlaced their sore hands and tilted his hips to slide out of him. He rolled, pulling Green with him, keeping his back to his chest. Green finally opened his eyes, realizing how long they’d been closed. Ruxs ran his hand up and down Green’s winded chest. “Shhh. Breathe. Relax,” Ruxs crooned softly.
Fuck he was so in love. So in love that it was terrifying. In the type of love that if it was taken away, he knew he’d never be the same again.
He stopped Ruxs’ hand from caressing him and kissed his palm before sitting up and throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. He went into the bathroom and quickly washed his face then his groin and ass. He ran his wet hands through his hair and walked back into the room. Ruxs was lying there half-asleep, half-awake. Green felt like he was floating. He threw Ruxs a sexy wink as he hurried into some clean pajama pants and a T-shirt.
Ruxs smiled and shook his head at him.
“What are you shaking your head at?” Green chuckled, opening his bedroom door.
“You going to check on your son,” Ruxs said looking at him seriously.
Green stopped in his tracks, staring at his partner. “W-what? What did you say?”
Ruxs sat up, scooting until his back was against the leather headboard. “You heard me. That’s what you called Curtis when you were giving that foster mom the business.”
Green stood there with his mouth open. He couldn’t recall it. But if Ruxs said he’d said it, then he must have. And if Ruxs heard it then that meant —.
“Did you not mean to say that?” Curtis soft voice was just loud enough for him to make out what he’d said.
Green closed his door, and walked down to the end of the hall where Curtis stood in his doorway. He rubbed tiredly at his eyes, wincing when he brushed across the bruise underneath his left eye. His hair was matted to one side of his head and his new robe hung off one of his shoulders.
“I said it. I meant it.” Green pulled Curtis’ robe up on him and held him by his shoulders. “I may have said it in the midst of an argument but it doesn’t mean it was a mistake. I’m sorry if it upset you. I know you probably don’t want to overanalyze our relationship right now, but I’ve always felt closer to you than the other guys do. I don’t know why. It’s just there.”
Curtis gave him a shy smile and it almost stopped his heart. “I know. I think I felt you and Ruxs were more like dads and the other guys are like really cool older brothers.”
Green smiled back at him. He was glad he hadn’t offended or upset Curtis by blurting that out when he did.
“So. Do I have to go back to the foster home in a couple days?” Curtis said shakily.
“No. Absolutely not. The judge will sign the temporary order for you to be in my custody first thing in the morning. The papers are already on his desk for when he gets in tomorrow.” Green said with confidence, eager to put Curtis’ mind at ease.
Curtis threw his arms around Green’s shoulders. “Thank you so much.”
Green held him back. “I’d do anything for you, you know that.”
“Yeah I do.” Curtis sighed, chewing nervously at his bottom lip. “Is it um. Um. Can I. Can I c-call you Dad?”
Green held his chest and chuckled heartily. Curtis looked a little taken aback before Green explained his amusement. “I’m laughing because I was trying to think of a way to ask you to call me Dad.”
Curtis looked relieved too. Green cupped the side of Curtis face and brought him in for another hug. They held each other for a long while before a deep voice broke into their bonding.
“I wouldn’t mind either… being called Dad. Just in case either of you were wondering,” Ruxs said softly, leaning against Green’s bedroom door watching them.
Curtis ran down to Ruxs and tackled him with a playful hug like they usually exchanged. “I wouldn’t mind two dads.” Curtis laughed as Ruxs ruffled his hair.
“How are you feeling, Curtis? You must be starving,” Green said, his fatherly role already like second nature. He’d practically been doing it for the past three years.
“No. I ate a small plate while you were napping, then your mom made me go back to sleep before she left.” Curtis laughed. “Besides, I think I just want to hang out in my cool new room.” He beamed.
He ran back into his room and jumped on the bed like a wild man. Ruxs and Green laughed. Thank god their Curtis was still here. Those boys at the group home hadn’t broken his beautiful spirit permanently.
“I was hoping you’d like it,” Green said, looking around at the newly decorated room. He hadn’t noticed the eclectic area rug or the new desk in the far corner. It made sense. Curtis was an honor student; he’d need a quiet place to study. The room looked amazing. His mom and friends had done a lot in such a short amount of time.