Barred Desires (The Deepest Desires 1)

Luca

We stayedat the hospital all day until visiting hours were over and they kicked us out. Getting back to our hotel room now, I’m completely mentally exhausted. Branson and I are still wearing the same dress pants and undershirts we wore the night this happened. Neither of us wanted to drive home, just in case anything changed with my dad. The past few days have really taken a lot out of me. We were supposed to head home in two days, but depending on what happens with Dad, I don’t know if we will.

Stretching my hands over my head and yawning, I head toward the bathroom to shower. I need to relax, get out of my head, and rest. Branson was right, back at the hospital, I can’t continue to think the worst or worry about every possible thing that can go wrong. It’s not healthy or helpful.

As I’m getting the water warmed up, I realize I have an audience. Branson is standing in the doorway, shirtless, with his golden skin and defined muscles on display, looking like every man’s wet dream. My dick twitches in my pants from the sight of him. I’m so far gone for him, it’s not even funny. He’s what I need to take my mind off everything.

“Hi,” I say while pulling my shirt over my head.

“Hi, babe.” He flashes me the sexiest smirk and I swear my legs actually get weak.

“Shower with me?”

Nodding, he walks up to me, and I remove his shirt while placing kisses all along his chest and neck. He’s next, shoving my pants and briefs down to my ankles, before I kick them away. He stays down there, placing his own set of feathery soft kisses all along my V and my stomach. Goosebumps break out everywhere his hands and mouth touch. He stands back up, never removing his hands from my body, and I take his pants and briefs off before reaching for his hand and leading him to the shower.

The water is so hot, and it feels amazing. It’s a decent sized shower too, so it’s not like one of us is warm under the water, while the other freezes in the corner.

I turn around and bring his body flush with mine. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I burrow my face into his neck, while he follows suit, wrapping his arms around me. We stand like that under the water for a while, just being together. I have never felt such comfort in another person’s arms before, like I do with him.

He’s been in my life for so many years, and while this thing between us is very new and fresh, it’s also undeniably real. My soul was made for his soul, my body chemistry was designed to fit his, and our hearts were made to beat together. I know that this is how it’s supposed to go.

I pull back and look into his rich, decadent brown eyes for a heady second before he brings his full lips down to meet mine. I groan at his taste and bring my hands up to his head, threading my fingers through his dark, wet strands. He massages my tongue with his and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth in the most delicate way. We manage to pull apart for long enough to wash each other before getting out and climbing into bed.

I fall asleep comfortably with my head resting on his chest, to the sound of his steady heartbeat, knowing that whatever happens, I won’t have to go through it alone.

* * *

It’sthe day after Christmas and Dad is still in the coma. Branson and I decide to stay a while longer, hopefully at least until he wakes up. We emailed our professors, and they were all extremely gracious and understanding. We still have about a week left of winter break, but they all expressed that they would be more than willing to work with us if it comes down to it.

We checked out of our hotel a bit ago and are picking up Sarah at the hospital to head home. Sarah wants to shower and take care of a few things at home before coming back to be with Dad. Branson and I mutually decided to talk to Sarah about us, since she’s made a few comments here and there about her possibly having an inkling.

It isn’t an ideal time to do this, but it needs to happen. Get it all out there and move past it. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about how she will react. I do get it… It’s taboo and forbidden, and it’s not common, but it is what it is. All of that doesn’t change how either of us feels. That said, she has never hinted at any negative feelings toward it, always seeming more curious than anything.

Branson reaches over and places his hand on my thigh, giving a squeeze while he’s driving, shaking me from my thoughts. He seems to always know when I need his comfort, and vice versa. I don’t know what’s going to happen at home, or what’s going to happen when we return to Pullman, whenever that may be, but I somehow know it’ll be okay because we have each other.

Love conquers all, or whatever that corny shit says.

We pull up to the hospital, and Sarah is on the bench waiting for us. With one last squeeze, he removes his hand from my thigh, to my disappointment. Mumbling quietly, he tells me he loves me right before she gets in the car.

“Here,” I say, unbuckling my seatbelt. “You can sit up front, Sarah.”

“No, no, honey. I’m fine back here. Stay.”

The drive home is mostly quiet. We ask her if anything has changed with Dad, or if the doctors have said anything else, to which she said no on both counts. The tension in the car is high, as we’re all worried and anxious about whatever is to come with Dad.

About forty minutes later, we pull up at home. Getting out of the car, we all make our way inside. My uncle stopped by earlier before we got home and put something in the crock pot for us so we’ll have a home cooked meal tonight without having to do anything. It smells like pot roast, and it makes my stomach rumble.

“Boys, I’m going to go take a shower really quick. I’ll be back down in a few minutes, and we can have lunch together.”

Once she’s out of sight, Branson and I look at each other.

“This going to be it?” he asks me with a wary look.

“Seems about as good of a time as any, honestly.”

We both grab some water from the fridge and make sandwiches for the three of us while we wait for her to return. She doesn’t make us wait too long, and about ten minutes later, she strolls back into the kitchen with wet hair and pajamas on.

Branson starts us off, “Hey, Mom. Can we talk to you about something?”

She looks between both of us, unsure about what we could need to talk about. “Of course, honey. Let’s go sit down at the table.”

Sarah is barely in her own seat before Branson blurts out, “Mom, we’re together. Luca and I are together. Like, we have sex and love each other… together.”

What the actual fuck was that?!

Could he be any more awkward?!

This is not how we discussed this going.

I shoot him a look filled with “what the fuck?” but he’s staring straight down at the table.

Jesus Christ. Poor Sarah. The look on her face resembles a deer in headlights.

No one says anything for several long moments. Nothing.

Desperately needing something to do, other than sit here in awkward agony, I reach over the table and grab one of the waters, downing the entire thing.

Way to go, Bran.