Behind the Secrets (Behind the Lives #4) (11 page)

“Why not?” Sledge asked, looking
confused.

Corey willed himself to calm down for
Sledge’s sake, especially since Sledge couldn’t help what he said, no matter
how embarrassing it was. Due to his head injury, Sledge no longer had a filter
to his words, the bullet causing some brain damage. Instead, he just said
everything he thought, not understanding why people got upset over it. He was
like a kid in that way—needing to learn what was and what wasn’t appropriate to
say.

“You can’t talk about sex around mothers,”
Corey said.

“Why not?”

“You just can’t.”

“But, she must know we have sex since
you’re my boyfriend.”

“God, just shut up!” Corey yelled, his
eyes flicking to his mother, horrified that Sledge had said it again.

“Don’t tell me to shut up!”

Corey’s mother started up the car. “No
arguing you two.”

Sledge’s head snapped around to her. “But,
he told me to shut up.”

Letting the car idle, she placed an
elbow on the back of her seat and turned her head towards Sledge. “Because you
need to learn when it’s appropriate to say certain things. You may get away
with it with me, but you will not with Corey’s father. So, please, don’t talk
about sex in front of anyone but Corey. Understand?”

“No.”

“Okay, then understand this: if you talk
about sex in front of Corey’s father, or you try to kiss Corey outside of your
bedroom where his father sees you, or do anything sexual towards my son, you
will
be booted out of the house. So, if you want to live with Corey, you will
abide by the house rules.”

“But, I should be able to kiss Corey whenever
I want.”

“Yes, you should, but you should also
respect other people’s rules and feelings.”

“What about
my
feelings?”

“I know it’s unfair, but not everything
is fair in this world. You just have to learn to live with it like everyone
else does.”

“I shouldn’t have to,” Sledge grunted.

“Maybe so, but understand this: you do
not own the house you will be staying in, my husband and I do. So, if you want
to stay there you will watch your tongue and hands. If you can’t do that, then
I will drive you straight to Ash’s house and will leave you with him.”

“I don’t wanna live with my brother.”

“Then zip your very rude mouth.”

Corey covered his own mouth to stop from
laughing, the stare down his mother was giving Sledge funny as hell.

Grimacing, Sledge leaned his head
against Corey’s shoulder. “This is total bullshit,” he mumbled under his
breath.

“Sledge!” Corey’s mother snapped. “Bad
language is another thing I won’t tolerate.” She turned around and drove out of
the car park.

Sledge turned to Corey. “How’d she hear
that?”

“She’s got bionic ears.”

“Really?”

“No,” Corey laughed, Sledge often taking
things literally due to his brain injury. “She just hears very well.”

“Oh.” Sledge placed his good hand on
Corey’s leg. “I wanna kiss you,” he whispered into his ear. He turned to look
at Corey’s mother, who was concentrating on the road. He smiled, appearing
amused. He returned his focus to Corey. “She didn’t hear that.”

“Yes, I did, Sledge,” Corey’s mother
said, making Sledge jump.

“But I whispered,” Sledge grumbled.

“As Corey said, I have bionic hearing,”
she replied, sounding amused.

“Then how am I s’posed to have sex with
Corey if you can hear everything?”

“Sledge!” Corey yelled.

“It’s an honest question.”

“I wear earmuffs to bed,” she replied, “while
Corey’s father doesn’t have good hearing.”

Sledge sat up straight with a smile.

Corey’s mother glanced at him in the
rearview mirror. “You’re still not sleeping in Corey’s bed, Sledge.”

He slumped back down, muttering, “Spoilsport.”

“No, just a mother.”

Sledge turned to face Corey. Lifting his
hand to hide his face, he pointed at Corey’s mouth then at his own cock, making
a cock-sucking motion with his mouth.

Corey laughed.

Sledge wriggled his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

Corey nodded, then did it back to
Sledge, knowing the answer would be a ‘Hell, no.’ He froze as Sledge nodded
back. “You’re yankin’ my chain?” he said, not believing Sledge’s reply.

“Yankin’ your what?”

“It means you’re teasing me.”

Sledge shook his head. “No, I’m not.”

Corey’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Sledge smiled. “Yeah.”

“More like, fuck yeah!” Corey yelled.

“
Corey!
” his mother snapped. “No
bad language.”

“Sorry,
Mum,” he said, although he wasn’t, because Sledge was going to suck him off,
something he never thought would happen—and no one was going to stop it from
happening.

***

Corey’s mum removed the wheelchair from
the boot and wheeled it around to Sledge’s door. She helped Sledge into it,
then pushed him around the car, stopping to help Corey out too. She leaned Corey
against the car and pulled out his crutches, handing them over. After she’d
locked up, she pushed Sledge’s wheelchair to the steps.

“Sledge, can you crawl up them?” she
asked.

“I can walk up them.”

“The doctor said you’re not supposed to
put too much stress on your legs. You already did your session earlier.”

“A few steps isn’t too much.” Reaching
out, he grabbed the railing and pushed to his feet, wobbling.

Corey’s mother held out a hand, Sledge
taking it. She helped him up the steps slowly, looking tiny next to Sledge.
Even though his mother was five-foot-ten, Sledge still towered over her slim
frame. He was six-three, with a solid and muscular body. Prior to being shot,
he’d been obsessed with bodybuilding, which hadn’t changed, his need for
exercise often causing him to clash with his physiotherapist, who thought he
was pushing himself too hard.

“Good job, Sledge.” Corey’s mother leaned
him against the wall by the front door. “That was really good.”

Sledge smiled wide, his whole face
lighting up at the compliment. “See, I can walk a bit.”

“You most certainly can,” Corey’s mother
said, lifting Sledge’s wheelchair over the steps. She settled it down next to
Sledge, helping him into it. “Just don’t push it too hard. You’re shaking.”

Sledge settled into his chair. “I’m
fine,” he replied, still looking pleased. His eyes moved to Corey. “Hurry up,
slowcoach.”

Corey’s mother headed down to help Corey.
He thrust his crutches at her. “I’ll use the railing too.” He climbed up the
steps, then grabbed his crutches off his mother.

“We’re a pack of cripples,” Sledge said,
watching him.

Corey stopped next to him. “We’ll get
better.”

“You sure will,” his mother said. She
unlocked the front door and pushed Sledge’s wheelchair through the opening,
grunting to get it over the slight rise, Sledge no doubt weighing a ton. Corey
followed them inside and down the passageway to Beth’s old room.

“Are you hungry, Sledge?” she asked,
helping him onto the bed.

“No, I had some hospital food before you
picked me up,” he said, his eyes going to Corey. “Can I talk with Corey alone?”

“Sure.” She left the room, closing the
door behind her.

“Is there a lock on there?” Sledge asked,
looking around Corey.

“No.”

“Then put a chair under the handle, I
don’t want your mum comin’ in.”

“I can’t, I need both hands for my
crutches.”

“I won’t suck you, then.”

Corey leaned his crutches against the
bed and grabbed Beth’s desk chair, pushing it to the door. He jammed it under
the handle, then got down on his hands and knees, and crawled to Sledge, not
wanting to hop on his recently healed leg, Corey dogged with more than one
injury.

“Yeah, that’s the way I like ya...”
Sledge grinned down at him, “...on your knees.”

“Nah, you’re gonna be on your knees, cos
you’re doin’ all the sucking.” Corey pulled himself up on the bed and sat down
with a smile, so fucking excited over what Sledge was going to do. “Get down on
the floor and open wide,” he said, loosening his pants.

“Nope, I want you flat on your back,
pretty boy.” Sledge shoved him, making Corey fall back onto the mattress.

“Pretty boy?” Corey said, swinging his
broken ankle onto the bed, his cock already starting to harden.

“I say it as I see it, now strip,”
Sledge ordered, tugging at Corey’s pants.

Corey smacked Sledge’s hands away. “No,
I’ll only pull out my cock just in case I needa cover up quick.”

“Then, do it.”

Corey pulled out his cock, which was now
fully hard. Sledge stared at it, making Corey uncomfortable. “You haven’t
changed your mind, have ya?” he asked, now worried. When they’d first gotten
together as boyfriends, Sledge had told him he’d never suck his cock. But then
again, that was before the shooting. Now, Sledge wanted to try everything,
well, not everything, otherwise Corey would’ve fucked him up the arse. Shit,
maybe if he asked, Sledge might let him do it, because it was like he was a
totally different person. Well, sexually he was, plus he spoke what he thought
instead of hiding it like he used to.

“Nope, I still wanna suck you,” Sledge
replied, interrupting Corey’s thoughts.

Corey swallowed, again thinking this was
unreal. “You
absolutely
sure you wanna do this?” he said,
double-checking. Although he really wanted it, he didn’t want Sledge to regret
it.

“Yeah, Solomon said it wuzn’t fair that
I didn’t return blowjobs. He told me it tasted good too, then offered for me to
try on him.” Sledge laughed. “I have a feeling I would’ve hit him in the past
for sayin’ that, but I just cracked up. I don’t think he was happy I laughed.”

“When did he visit?”

“He came every few days with chocolates
or flowers. I told him he shouldn’t bring them, cos obviously I’m not a girl or
his boyfriend, but he just said it’s what friends do. He’s strange.”

“It’s cos he’s got the major hots for
you.”

“I know; I would hafta be blind not to
see that. The nurse had to mop up his drool the other day.” Sledge sniggered.
“Not literally of course. See! I can say unliteral things.”

Corey smirked. “
Unliteral
isn’t a
word, and just tell Solomon to fuck off if he’s bugging you.”

“It is a word, cutie, and he’s good
company. He’s helping me to remember stuff by asking me questions. I remember
the warehouse he works at now, and I also remember I needa drink lots of
pineapple juice.” A cheeky grin spread across Sledge’s face. “You hafta as
well.”

“Why?”

“It makes cum tastes better. That’s what
he said.”

Corey snorted. “You’re pulling my
chain.”

“Nope, but I’m going to pull your cock now.”
Sledge grabbed Corey’s dick with his good hand, making him gasp. Sledge bent
down, taking Corey’s cock into his mouth, making Corey inhale sharply.

“Fuck me,” he groaned.

“Later,” Sledge mumbled with his mouth
full.

Corey placed a hand on Sledge’s head,
staring down at his boyfriend as he started blowing him, not believing this was
happening. Sledge’s mouth moved up and down Corey’s shaft, the feeling as well
as the sight blowing more than his cock, his mind reeling from what Sledge was
doing. He started panting, willing himself not to come too soon. Sledge began
sucking on Corey’s knob, swirling his tongue around it. Corey grabbed Sledge’s
head to still him, Sledge almost making him come. Sledge jerked his head back
and went down on Corey again, wrapping his lips around Corey’s cock
and
balls, sucking on them like there was no tomorrow. Corey cried out, unable to
hold off a second longer, his cock pumping cum into Sledge’s mouth.

Sledge shot back and started spluttering,
spitting out Corey’s cum.

“Shit, sorry!” Corey said, feeling bad
he hadn’t warned Sledge. But it had happened so fast.

Grimacing, Sledge wiped his mouth.
“Fuck, that wuz acidic. How the hell can you swallow my cum?”

“You taste good.”

“Well, you don’t.”

“You don’t needa be mean ’bout it.”

Sledge stuck his tongue out, wiping it.

“Stop it!” Corey yelled. “You’re just
rubbing it in now.”

“No, seriously, you taste
real
bad.”

Corey turned and stuck his face into the
pillow, feeling like crying.

“Why are you upset? I’m the one who just
got my mouth nuked.”

Corey gripped onto the pillow tighter,
definitely feeling like crying now.