Deciphering the Bloom Ch. 06

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"Say something? Dio cavolo!" Nic turned to face Dee. "Dammit, what is there to say? You tell me! What do you want me to say?"

"Something, anything, be honest. I remembered everything and I wanted to tell you the truth. Remember no secrets, no lies between us?"

"You tried to throw your life away! Because of me? If I died right now, I'd want you to keep on living! Ma, Pop, Saint, the kids, everyone would be there for you!" Nicolao heard his voice boom from his chest. He was yelling. He was losing control.

Nic was inundated by fear and guilt. David was looking up at him, with the serenity of a Buddhist whilst his emotions roiling within.

"You're right. I have them in my life, but that's not enough. You were willing to give up your family if they didn't accept me. Right?"

"Right, of course, right."

"They're a different part of you. They're a different part of me. I faced a life without you. I told you this before and I meant it. Nothing has meaning without you. If I hadn't made it what would you've done?"

Nicolao dropped his gaze. He knew what he would have done. They both did. He would have found a way to stop living. Drugs, alcohol, reckless sex, he would have courted danger until death was his final suitor.

"All of this is my fault." Nic declared.

David blinked in surprise. "How's that?"

"If I had taken care of Jeremy the night I found out he came here or gotten the gun from Benjamin this could've been avoided. I couldn't protect you, I didn't keep you safe."

"Whoa, damn near got a hole in your head trying to protect me even when I begged you not to! And it all did happen so what's the point of these 'what ifs'?"

Nicolao paused. He admired Dee's certainty, it was typical of him. He was all straight lines and easy logic that would let Nic think he were truly alright. However Nicolao knew despair and fear rested firmly in Dee's heart. In their bed David did not scream but spoke and whimpered as he dreamed nightly; a fresh unseen scar.

He sighed, "The 'what ifs' have been in my head because I know what this is. But I've had other things before and you haven't." David had cut his hair, but it had not met the aim of making him appear older. He looked like what he was, young. "I don't want you to miss anything or look back and regret being with me. Maybe you should go off to college and date. When you've graduated you can tell me if you still want this, gain more life experience." Nic felt nauseous. He did not want David to leave, but they had become the center of one another's world, perhaps too much so.

David straightened from his leaning position against the table. He left the right crutch and moved the few feet between him and Nicolao. When he looked at him his eyes were a dark stormy blue Nic had never seen before. He pulled his fist back and swung. The blow landed on Nicolao's chest. The pain in his hand made David wish he had slammed it down on the table instead or maybe bashed Nic's foot with his crutch.

Nicolao stepped back, clutching his chest. "What the--"

"Who the hell do you think you are? God! Yeah for a while I thought of you as this perfect god in my head but I'm way over it! You've been strange for seven weeks and all for guilt over shit that's not your fault? You're not even ten years older than me, so get over yourself. You've got to be shitting me? You can't be that thick, pavo estúpido!"

Hearing the insult he endured from August caused Nicolao to snap. "Thick?" Nic leaned downward bringing his face an inch from David's. "I'm trying to build a healthy future for us, one where you don't cry every night in your sleep!"

Dark blue eyes blinked back at him. "Really, so you came up with that? Why not say something and I start therapy?" David poked Nic's chest. "My experiences! Renting my mouth out to scum and gang raped in a bar, I've had enough experiences! Having someone, anyone else touch me is something you think I want? I'm not going anywhere other than where you are, even if that's the grave. Stop trying to fix every god damned thing! Even right now you're holding something back and we're fighting! I finally find word-- I even hit you for being an idiot and you're still holding back. Stop it. I need you to stop it." David's voice dropped, his anger depleted but the confusion remained.

Nicolao straightened. David, his David wanted the truth of it. After having danced through the gauntlet, there was no more hiding this revelation. An accepted part of himself but something he held back, never certain David was ready. He cast his eyes to the table top then looked directly at his idée fixe.

Nicolao's liquid brown eyes fell on him and all things disappeared from his perception, there was only Nicolao. Those eyes inexorably pulled everything into them. Black holes could not withstand their draw, of that David was certain.

Nic leaned into him, their bodies touching heat merging. David turned his face upward and was unable to suppress the shiver that ran through his body. Nicolao radiated emotions David realized he had only scratched the surface of up until then. The looks he would glimpse occasionally from Nic were precursors.

"Do you know," Nic's rich low timbre was at odds with the fever of his eyes, "that from the moment you told me your name you've been My David? Mine. As much mine as this body's blood and bone. If Justice hadn't been here I would've beaten him to death for taking away the only thing in this world I can't do without."

He paused, it was an ugly truth, but Dee needed to see him clearly. "You say I made your life better, but I was chained to my past. Drugs, flipping the car, even obsessing over the memory of August were attempts to find the part of life I was missing. Every day with you highlights how lost I was. This isn't another relationship. It's the last one for me. And yes I did hold back because you weren't completely mine. You needed time. This will not do for right now it never was. I can only see the rest of my life with you in it."

Nicolao's words made David's heart flutter. The concept of speech escaped him. Nic was talking about building a life together, with him. He had been content to be in Nicolao's life moment for moment, but Nic was offering him everything. Did Nic think he would run away from that? He was mortified to remember that he had done just what Nic feared.

"I like being your David." He simply stated.

Nic lowered his head, pulling and turning David as he did. He plundered his mouth in unrestrained hunger and ferocity. David was dimly aware of being lifted and lowered on the table. Nicolao was touching and kissing him everywhere. His clothes disappeared easily; because of the cast he had break-away pants and no under wear. Nic pulled back to remove his own clothing when it occurred to him he was naked on the dining room table but any notion of shame scurried to a forgotten corner with the sight of Nicolao's body. He took in the display standing between his legs. Sculpted muscles, nut brown skin; it ceaselessly thrilled him to look at Nicolao, his Nicolao. The heavy rod of throbbing flesh jutted out from trimmed black hair. The noise that erupted from David was involuntary; a needy repine that triggered more vital fluid to fill Nic's cock.

Nic covered his body with his. He savored the feeling of skin against skin. He sucked and kissed Dee's sensitive spots as he coated his over sensitized member with olive oil from the cruet. He noted the shaking of his hands as his long fingers entered David's blood hot channel. Seven weeks ago he would have taken in every sound his lover made, every note feeding his own pleasure. But it was not seven weeks ago and he simply could not savor the margins of lust.

Nicolao stood and pulled until David's ass was off the edge of the table, his placed his casted leg on his forearm and rested the other foot on his chest. He held himself at the star shaped entrance and peered down on his soul's lone purpose to find Dee's eyes glazed with unrestrained yearning that matched his own. He pushed into him, the grip on his hip bruising as he halted to give David time to adjust. The nonverbal indication Dee was ready came and he surged into him. David purred, being stretched and filled never failed to overrun his senses.

Nic slammed into him quickly and completely each time; every thrust connecting with the heat of his David. As he was impaled David stroked himself. The room filled with the consonance of their bodies joining and inarticulate intonations. Dee basked in Nicolao's relinquishment of control; abandoning restraint for raw and visceral fervor. David tightened his inner muscles and his back arched off of the table as a seizure of pleasure overtook him. Nicolao growled as the motion tripped his orgasm. There was no stopping his seed filling his lover; Dee's body had ripped it from him.

David hissed as deepest self received Nic's warm cum. He watched his handsome face as pleasure overtook him. He would get to see that forever, it was exclusively for his eyes only.

The endorphins faded enough for Nicolao to focus. David hadn't come.

"Que no se hará." He moved his hips in slow shallow thrusts. He replaced David's hand with his own and jacked his leaking cock. "That will not do, love, come for me."

That strong hand stroking him and Nic's voice sent David into bliss. As he was coming back to himself he was more aware of the hard table beneath him, and he was grateful Nic had made such a tall and sturdy purchase.

Nicolao put both legs on his forearms as he continued to move in and out of David, continuing their primal melding. Dee's body beckoned him. Watching his orgasm filled Nic with the need to remain buried in exquisite calidity.

"Tú eres mía, mine. My David."

"Yes," he was his David, and he was his Nicolao, but the one syllable was all he could manage.

When Nic swelled inside of him and filled him again David was past organized thought.

Nic cleaned them both. Clothed they settled on the couch.

"Sorry I hit you."

Nicolao chuckled and picked up his hand.

"It's alright. How's your hand? Lirio, the look on your face! I could see it hurt." His voice was light as he rubbed his thumb. "You had your thumb tucked in, that's a good way to break your thumb."

"I'll have to add boxing lessons on my to-do list right after finding a therapist."

Nic's smile faded, "You really want to find a therapist?"

David shrugged, "I don't think it will hurt. I was pissed when I suggested it, but I don't see the harm."

"I've saved quite a bit of money, so we should be fine until I can find another job," Nic paused, "or we can move back home with Ma and Pop, they did offer."

"What are you talking about? Are you fired?"

"Love, I don't know. My usual paycheck's been deposited every payday. But I beat the firm's founder's son to a bloody mess. Even if I'm not sacked I don't want to work there, not with Jeremy or Justice Ethan Hale." Nic spat the names out.

"Okay," David drew the word out. "Babe why didn't you just call Breezy or ask her about it?"

Nicolao pressed his back into the couch. How could he explain all of his fears for Brescia Saint James?

"Dee, Saint did the impossible and she did it for us. There hasn't been a doctor's bill or prescription that I've paid for and I have no idea how she did it. She said it's not through any insurance; I didn't even get a bill for my head. That means she's routing the money from Jeremy or the firm. In either case I don't know if she has permission or if she's just doing what she thinks is right. Saint should be moving on but the kids said they are going to family for the summer while their mom stays here. There are things about Jeremy she warned me about and now I fear she's gotten herself entrenched."

David listened. After learning the entire story of what had happened, Nieves had gotten curious about Ethan Hale and his son Jeremy Mylonas Hale. It was mostly rumors, but what was undeniable was his client list. When he was actively practicing Ethan Hale's clients were dangerous.

"You think Breezy's in trouble and you didn't call her?"

"Of course I called her, and tried to approach her every time she came to see you or drop off the kids with Narisco. But she only says she's got it and not to worry. That I had to see to you and she would handle everything else."

David scoffed, "And you listened to her?"

"I had other things on my mind." Nicolao looked at him pointedly.

"Oh no, don't put that on me. But we need to know what risks she's taking and stop her."

"I wasn't saying it was your fault. But it's been a trying two months."

David's cheeks flushed. It had been a hard few weeks, and apparently made worse by more of his night emoting.

"We'll call her tomorrow morning and tell her we're stopping by the office after your cast removal. Agreed?" Nic squeezed his hand.

"Agreed."

Nicolao peered at him, "You're sure about all of this? Averie is actively waiting on the day when we have kids, she's become obsessed."

David laughed, "She's probably made plans to name them." He sobered, "I honestly hadn't planned that far ahead. I could barely believe you wanted me each day I woke up next to you. But I don't think I ever planned on going anywhere, there was no need for you to try and send me away."

"Love, you are my obsession. The very fact that I think of you as belonging to me should send you screaming for the hills. It isn't healthy, but it is how I feel."

David shook his head, "And you were deciding for me what's healthy and what's not." He motioned and was helped into the bigger man's lap and rested his head against his shoulder. "I like being your obsession. From the moment I saw you you've been mine." He nuzzled Nic's neck.

Nic placed a finger under his chin. David followed the motion of his hand until his face was directly in front of Nicolao's. "I suppose we're equally screwed." As he spoke, their faces were so close his lips brushed against Dee's.

"Not equally, you're one up and it's too soon to try and even it out."

Nicolao turned predacious, "Lirio, let's test that theory."

****

The cast was removed early in the day. David could hardly believe the level of muscle deterioration. His dread was short lived; his powerhouse boyfriend began planning a workout regimen as soon as he mentioned it.

Nicolao walked into Hale, Loundes, and Drewery hoping there was a notice of termination waiting for him. Instead when he bumped into Ari Rothman the man said he was looking forward to his return. Rothman's smile was tight, but he extended an invitation to David and he to a gathering at his home. He surmised that Saint had somehow secured his income for the time being. They proceeded to the third floor to Jeremy's office.

Breezy was sitting on her desk when they entered. Nicolao noted her personal items were gone, he hoped that meant her days at the firm would soon be over.

"Hey!" She greeted them both with hugs.

She stepped back beaming at David, "Look at you! You'll be back to dancing in no time." She turned and led them to Mylonas' office.

"Where's Jeremy?" Nicolao asked after they were all seated.

"He's taken a sabbatical from his duties here." She smirked as she gave him the public line. "Honestly, I don't think he'll be returning."

"So you'll be leaving soon?" David queried.

"No, I'm going to stay on for a bit more. The man has quite a few accounts to settle," Breezy cast her gaze from across the desk on them in turn. "I'm sure you didn't come here to get the low down on my travel plans. I'm happy you called; I do need to discuss something with you both."

"Saint, actually we did come to find out what's going on with you. Don't you think making a break from here is best for all of us?"

She shook her head at him, "No Evangelista, it's not the best thing for me right now. And you two can make that decision after you hear me out." She furrowed her brows as she thought. "Well, I suppose the first thing we should get out of the way is who we've been dealing with. Jeremy Mylonas is the adopted son of Sybil and Ethan Hale, an orphan from the Weeds."

"He's from the Weeds?" David repeated the statement incredulously while Breezy nodded in the affirmative. "The Weeds are a part of the Under. It's not really an incorporated part of the city." He explained to Nicolao.

"He was poor, I don't see the relevance."

Breezy rolled her eyes, "I've got a lot of miles to cover in this story, but if you want to skip out on my fascinating tale go make us coffee."

Nicolao ignored the order and she continued. "By all accounts Sybil Hale was an amazing woman, Ethan referred to her as Hope. He was by any estimation a genius. Ethan's father owned a trucking company. After he graduated high school at sixteen, he convinced his father to hire him and immediately began trafficking illegal cargo. By the time his father found out it was too late. He watched as his son, with the drug syndicates backing took over his life's work. He broke his father by the time most kids get their first job. Ethan expanded the business, buying other long and short haul trucking companies and went on to college. He got his law degree and by some miracle was appointed a judge."

David and Nicolao glanced at one another. That did not sound anything like the man they knew.

"Think about how powerful he was and the connections he made. He stepped down from his judgeship and began this law firm. Then Ethan married Sybil, his Hope for happiness. She found Jeremy and Ethan had two things he loved. He made the decision to steer the firm and his life in a legitimate direction. There were some major busts of his business associates and the possibility of him coming under some scrutiny of a RICO investigation. I guess I should've mentioned Ethan was brilliant, but eccentric.

Soon after the course correction, Hope became pregnant. Ethan Hale was going to have everything he wanted. One morning she began vomiting. He left her assuming it was a pregnancy symptom, even though it was her second trimester. Jeremy called him about her being ill, but he didn't come home. Confident the maid or Hope would call if he were needed. When he did get home Hope was unconscious and their maid was gone. She was rushed to the hospital where they tried in vain to save mother and child.

Jeremy and Ethan believe she was poisoned. The maid never returned to work, and one of his scarier associates let it be known that nothing about his business practices was going to change. Ethan went as clean as he could. He had power, but not enough to withstand a war. And his eccentricities grew over the years. He would forget who he was or who he was speaking to. It could've been trauma or his minds attempt to block out his guilt. His periods of lucidity became shorter and shorter. That was how Ethan Hale became Justice. He's Ethan now and working with doctors to remain so."

Breezy picked up a folder on her desk and pushed it toward the pair. They leaned forward as she opened to a handwritten letter. She began paraphrasing the upside down message as they read.

"All of that leads us to this. Ethan Hale recognizes that his son has caused you egregious harm. This pains him; he considers you and Davey as true friends. Watching you utilize Hope's Cove the way it was meant to be, he feels, you brought a piece of her back to him. He rationalizes he wouldn't be himself if you hadn't moved in. For your friendship and as restitution he had these papers drawn up. All they require are your signatures." Breezy moved the letter. "He is giving you Hope's Cove."

David leaned back in his chair. He turned to Nicolao.

Nic studied the papers. He could feel Dee's eyes on him; he knew he wanted them to sign. But accepting could lead to far too many complications.

"We can't afford the taxes on that property," Nicolao declared.

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