Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2016 16:58:26 -0700
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Noah's Starship-12

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+{Noah's Starship}+

-+-[Ch. 12]-+-

~By Emri~

I watched Navid's new car pull up into the driveway and disappear into the
garage below our townhouse. My heart pounded as I paced around the living
room looking for a speck of dirt, a misplaced item. I'd worked all day on
making sure our place looked perfect. I was so worried about messing this
up. His parents were everything to him and this was the first time they
were visiting him here in California. They came to see him graduate and I
had no idea how they would react to me in person.

I cracked open the front door and heard them open the trunk amid a flurry
of happy conversation in Persian. I wondered if I should go down there and
help or wait here at the door and smile. Should I have bottles of water
waiting? Maybe I should have put on music.

I definitely should have worn a nicer shirt. I had on a new pair of red
shorts and a small white polo shirt. It's what Navid picked out this
morning when I begged him to choose something acceptable for meeting his
parents. He'd left early to get to the airport and wait on their flight.

I started to close the door so I could dash upstairs and change, but then I
realized that in my pensive state they'd finished gathering items from the
car and were headed up! I panicked and left the door ajar as I fled
upstairs to the guest bedroom. We would be sleeping in there while his
parents took the big room.

The guest bedroom was supposed to be my room since as far as they knew
Navid was just giving me a place to stay and taking care of a wayward white
boy. Navid and I had spent time decorating it to make it look like I slept
in there and moving my clothes and things over to it. He let me pick out
some posters for the walls and we gathered pictures of me with other
friends and family for a big collage frame. We even got a new blanket and
sheets for the bed with a stars and planets theme. I pointed out that I was
too old for the look, but he liked them.

We had made a pretty convincing space and it felt like a knife to the chest
to separate my life and items from his. I fought hard not to cry when I saw
my drawers empty out from "his" room. When he had to dig through the
underwear drawer to separate mine and his into two piles, he felt it too. I
caught the stunned look in his eyes, but when he saw me watching he made a
brave attempt at a smile. I realized this was hurting him too, so I trudged
on without complaint.

He'd hidden all of the pictures he had of us in compromising positions
including the big canvas print of him holding me in front of the marina
that hung over our bed. Our relationship had been scrubbed clean so his
parents would feel comfortable here. Navid had brought in the last piece
this morning before he'd left, our toothbrushes would stay together, but in
the guest bathroom.

Just as I heard their happy voices approach the front door, I made it into
the guest bedroom. The voices stopped suddenly, and then they continued in
a tone of alarm.

"Noah!" I heard Navid yell. "Noah! What the hell?" He sounded pissed off
and I heard a thud as he pushed through the front door. I heard him toss
the bags on the living room floor and then heavy footsteps as he ran up the
stairs.

"Noah!" His panic widened, but I was still frozen in fear behind the guest
bedroom door.

"Noah! Fuck!" I heard his voice inches from me and then saw his head pop
into the guest bedroom. He didn't see me at first, his face was red and his
eyes full of terror.

"Hi," I whispered and Navid jumped back.

He stared into me as his chest heaved with breath. We looked at each other
for a moment and then he turned back towards the hallway and called down
something to his parents in his language.

"Noah, what the fuck?" He whispered to me and came into the guest bedroom.
He closed the door and pushed me against the wall to slide his arms around
me and kiss me.

"You scare the fuck out of me. What is wrong with you? I come home and see
front door open and no one answer me! I so panic for you! This is not time
for game, Noah!" He was calming from the panic of me being in danger but
awaking to the anger of me causing his panic.

"I'm sorry! I was waiting by the door and I freaked out and thought maybe I
should change my shirt and what if they don't like me or what if they look
at me and decide I am not right for you," I unleashed a rapid fire of
confusing explanation.

Navid's anger melted into a sad look of understanding.

"I'm know, my love. This make so difficult for you. But they will love you
as I love you! You are perfect in all ways. They see this soon, but first
they need meet you!!" Navid pulled my arm and led me out of the room. He
paused at the top of the staircase and turned to me again.

"You will be ok. I am here," Navid said and pushed back my hair. He gave me
one last soft kiss, careful to not make a smacking noise.

I nodded and followed him down the stairs. His father was sitting on the
couch, but rose when he saw us come down. His face lit up with a warm smile
as he watched me slink in nervously behind his son. He said something to
Navid in his language as he looked at me. I recognized him from the video
chat I'd seen when Navid was visiting with them in Italy over Christmas
break. He was even more handsome in person. I hoped Navid would grow to
look like him at that age.

"Noah had stomach problem. He does not feel good before. He needed to run
to restroom, but all is ok now... right, Noah?" Navid turned and clapped his
hand to my shoulder. I nodded and looked down at his father's shoes.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you feel better soon, Noah," Navid's father
said in a light British tone. It was interesting to hear him speak with
better English than his son. I remembered Navid telling me that he had
studied in England for many years.

"Thank you, Mr. Naseri. I'm better now," I said in a soft voice. I looked
up at him timidly as I rubbed my stomach to corroborate Navid's story. He
was lighter than Navid, but with those same oversized brown eyes and
impossibly long lashes his son had. I knew the power those eyes held, they
made people do whatever he wanted.

He focused on me with a warm smile that said he sensed I was nervous and on
edge. He came towards me and offered a hug to allay my fears. He slid his
arms around my waist and lifted me up an inch off the ground as he hugged
me against his chest. He had his son's strength, but his stomach was more
filled out than Navid's shredded, gym-worked frame.

"He's so thin. Your mother will stuff him with food the moment she sees
him," his father joked and rubbed my hair.

"He does not eat! Doctor tell him same thing!  I try and try. Maybe she
help him," Navid joked back.

"He is still just a boy. He will grow when it is time," his father said and
pushed back my bangs.

Navid said something in Persian and they both laughed as they eyed me
appraisingly.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Naseri," I said and bowed my head slightly.

"You as well. I hope my son is providing a good home for you. If he isn't
treating you well, let me know... I have other sons! You look like a very
nice boy," he said and smiled like he meant it. I heard the water running
in the downstairs bathroom and knew his mother would be out soon. I felt a
nervous wave wash over me again and I looked to Navid with concern.

"She's coming out!" I whispered to Navid with panic as I smoothed my shirt.

"Don't worry, Noah," his father spoke first and put his hand on my shoulder
for support. "She left her knives at home. The most she will do is try to
feed you to death." He laughed and pulled me into his side to let me know,
to let her know that I was already approved. He was a little taller than
Navid and his hold on me was more fatherly, more sure of himself.

I let the warmth of his body and his personality put me at ease. He gave me
a tight side hug as the door from the bathroom opened. His mother was
shorter than I thought she'd be. She was about my height and looked thinner
than she had when I saw her in the video chat. She looked like she could be
one of those rich Persian ladies who drove their Mercedes up and down
Ventura Boulevard. She had big hair, big jewelry, a simple black dress, and
a lot of makeup.

"No-AH!" She said my name like the second syllable surprised her. It was
the only thing she said that I understood since her language was not mine.
She rattled through some Persian expressions as her arms went out to
embrace me. She knocked her husband's hand off of my shoulder and pulled me
into her perfumed aura.

I'd never had much female attention so I didn't really know what to do as
she squeezed the life out of me. She pulled back with a smile that mirrored
my own and exclaimed some things in Persian as she pet my cheek and combed
her fingers through my light hair.

"She says you are perfect American boy," Navid began to translate as his
mother praised me. "With the light hair and skin just like a boy from
movies... But you are so thin... I must not do too good a job to feed you... I
starve to keep you prisoner here... she is jokes of course!"

"Tell her thank you. She's beautiful!" I said with sincerity. As she backed
away, Mr. Naseri squeezed my shoulder again.

"I told you, she is harmless," he said to me with a wink.

"We should go soon!" Navid said suddenly as he thumbed through his phone.
We were taking them to an "American" restaurant. I wasn't sure what that
meant. It was a semi-upscale chain place in Warner Center that had
locations across the country and served regular food. Navid said his
parents had requested it since they ate at one in Dubai a few years before.

He said something to his mother in Persian and she pulled a scarf out of
her purse that was speckled with red, white, and blue stars and stripes. It
was tasteful, but very American. She held it up for me to see and smiled
proudly.

"Ahhh-meh-dee-kuh! Joo-Ess-Ay!" She laughed and adjusted it around her
neck. She was very happy to be here.

Navid's new car was a loaner. Karim had given it to him for half the cost
of the lease since Navid was driving around LA doing his business. It was a
black luxury car with white leather seats and the latest equipment. Navid's
older sports car, his pride and joy, was parked in Karim's garage and
wouldn't be seen while his parents were in town. He wanted to show them he
was making something of himself, getting established with success here. He
didn't want to go home.

I sat with his mom in the backseat while Navid drove and pointed out
interesting places along Ventura Blvd. They all spoke in Persian while I
just sat behind him and occasionally caught his stare in the rearview
mirror. I offered a happy smile every time his eyes found mine. I was ok.

The restaurant was just starting to get busy, but we only waited a moment
while they got a nice corner booth for us. Navid sweet-talked the hostess
and told her it was his parents' dream to come to the US and eat here. She
giggled happily and batted her eyelashes as his ray of attention shone on
her. The people behind us in line got those buzzing coasters and wandered
outside while the hostess showed us to our booth. Persians hate to wait.

Navid and his father translated the menu for his mom, and then did the
ordering when the waiter came. He ordered mozzarella sticks and some little
chicken tacos to start with while he and his dad tried some fancy beer. His
mom had a glass of wine and Navid ordered a lemonade for me. He ordered
lots of meat and sides, heavy food, for the main course. Our table was soon
filled with plates and we all shared things. His mother kept putting more
of everything on my plate and pushing it towards me with an urging smile.

"See what I told you? She feeds everyone! Just eat what you want though.
She didn't make this so she won't be offended," Navid's father told me.

I ate what I could, but I hate that feeling of food sitting in my stomach
and we don't usually eat things that are this heavy. We never went to
restaurants like this and even when we got pizza, I would just have a
little and some salad to balance it.

I looked at Navid helplessly. I didn't want to upset anyone when things
were going well and his parents seemed to like me. Navid bit his lip and
looked at my plate nervously every now and then. I know he wanted to show
them that he could take care of me, but he also didn't want to push me when
I was in an already uncomfortable situation. When his mother wasn't
looking, he would steal a forkful of something from my plate and eat it or
put it on his.

It felt ridiculous, but I really needed them to like me. I needed their
world to accept me. I needed Navid to see that I fit.

We made it through the meal and then Navid and his father argued over who
would pay the check. His father had a large wad of bills and he kept trying
to slide some of them towards Navid. They argued lightly in Persian until
Navid agreed to let him leave a twenty for the tip. For a moment I thought
of pulling out my own wallet and offering to pay, but I only had the debit
card Navid gave me for emergencies or food on campus. I wasn't sure how
much was on there.

After dinner, we went to a chain coffee place and got everyone drinks.
That's a key to fitting-in in Los Angeles. You should always have a cup of
coffee or a bottle of water in your hands. We love to hydrate. If you're
really cool, you'll have a fancy $10 juice or something homemade in a fancy
jar.

I got a hot lemon tea to sip and Navid took us on a night tour of the city
lights. We drove up into the hills above Sherman Oaks and then down
Mulholland which runs along the many summits of the Hollywood Hills towards
the 101.

We stopped at a place on the right side of the road where you can see the
whole LA basin with tall glimmering towers. We stopped at a place on the
left side of the road where you can see the ordered grid of the San
Fernando Valley along with the various movie studios of Burbank and Studio
City. Navid had taken me up there many times and he loved to find out the
names of the towers and what happened in them. He loved real estate and
started pointing towards projects and buildings he was working on promoting
or leasing to clients.

By the time we made it home, his parents were ready for bed. Navid changed
into pajamas and then went into the room with them to talk. I went to the
guest room and played around on my phone to give him some quality time with
his family. He came in as I was yawning and settling into bed. He was so
happy to have them here with us. He said he was so proud of me and hoped I
wasn't too uncomfortable with them. We got ready for bed together and he
held me while he told me the news from back home in Iran. I fell asleep
listening to some story about a cousin who is unhappy with his wife.

+++

I always wake up first, and usually snuggle into Navid's arms and play
quietly on my phone. I was just rousing though when I heard the doorknob
turn slowly. I was on Navid's chest and didn't awaken to the fact that
someone was coming in until I saw the door crack open and his father's head
peak in. Navid was sound asleep and snoring heavily. He has a loud,
rhythmic snore that my mind finds comforting for whatever reason.

The bed wasn't too far from the door since this was the smaller bedroom. In
my daze, I just looked up at him as he took in the room. His eyes found
mine and I realized what he was seeing. I started to push off of Navid, but
he shook his head like he didn't want to wake up his son. He didn't seem at
all surprised to find his son shirtless and holding a shirtless blonde boy
against his chest.

A small smile crossed his lips as though he thought we looked sweet. I was
stunned and didn't know how to react. I was sure my face looked full of
fear. I didn't move.

"Go back to sleep. I didn't mean to wake you," his father said to me.

"I'm awake. I was just cold and he's so... warm," I tried to sound convincing
as though our embrace was borne of necessity or was something I had done
without Navid's knowledge or participation.

"We cannot figure out his coffee machine," his father responded, again
ignoring my compromising state.

"Oh! I'll come down. Just let me put some clothes on," I whispered. Navid
had one of those expensive machines where you put the little pod in and
then it makes a fresh cup of whatever you want. He loved it and it was one
of the few things he did in the kitchen.

"Don't rush! We will survive," he whispered and laughed. He was completely
comfortable with what he saw. Was that just how Middle Eastern culture was?
Guys were so comfortable with each other that they even slept in each
other's arms? That couldn't be it. He closed the door and I gave Navid's
furry chest a light scratch. I was amazed he had slept through all of this
just snoring happily.

I went to wiggle out of his arms though and he stirred from his sleep. His
body knew when I was on the move and it always woke him.

"Baby what problems?" he said in a foggy yawn.

"Nothing. I'm going to go help your parents with the coffee maker. I hear
them moving around," I whispered and pet his chest soothingly.

"Ok, you very sweet my love. You help me so much," Navid praised. He closed
his eyes and pursed his lips to await my morning kiss. I gave it to him and
then got out of bed and found some clothes to pull on. He rolled over onto
his stomach and hugged my pillow. His snoring returned within seconds.

I didn't tell him about his father coming in and finding us like that. I
remembered how angry he was back when I told him I thought his father
suspected we were together after the video chat over the Christmas break.
For him, his parents finding out he loved a boy was the end of the world.
He fought so hard for their approval. It was everything to him and I didn't
know how far he'd crack if his armor was ever pierced. It wasn't like with
my father who had figured me out early and worked hard to make sure I was
ok with who I was.

I went downstairs to find them holding empty coffee cups and chatting
happily. Navid had put out some of the local Persian language newspapers
and magazines for them and his mother was thumbing through one. She smiled
when she saw me and said something in her language. She held up her coffee
cup hopefully as I came towards them.

I showed them how to turn on the machine and wait for it to heat up. I
showed her the variety of specialty coffees Navid had ordered for them from
the internet. She found one pod and held it up excitedly and said
something. Navid's dad translated that it was a coffee she had loved in
Italy. I'm sure Navid had remembered that and gotten it for her. I showed
them how to put the pod in and then what buttons to press. Soon enough, she
was inhaling the aroma with a big grin as it poured out into her cup.

I took out the box of Persian pastries Navid had bought at the bakery for
them. I set it out alongside a bowl of fruit I had cut up. Lastly, I pulled
out a plate of cheeses and jams for the pastries. Navid helped me pick out
the things they would eat when we went to the store. Our part of LA has so
many Persians and Armenians that even the mainstream grocers carry a
selection of their preferred items.

His parents picked through the box with delight and I breathed a sigh of
relief. I brought them plates and silverware while they chose what they
wanted. As they tucked in, I stepped back like a waiter and tried to think
of what else they may need.

"Noah, please," Mr. Naseri said. "Sit, eat. My lazy son won't be up for
awhile. Tell us about your studies."

I felt my heart pounding again. Conversation was NOT my strong point with
strange people from a foreign land. I got a plate for myself and sat across
from them. I put some fruit on my plate and a small piece of bread with
some almonds baked into it. I popped a grape into my mouth and prepared to
be grilled by them.

I told them about my classes and indecision on a major. Mr. Naseri
translated for his wife. She frowned at the idea of a writing degree. I
told her my father frowned on it as well. That made her ask all kinds of
questions about my dad, my mom, how I ended up so "troubled." I gave her
some answers, but not the whole story. She seemed to understand that it was
a sensitive topic when I just said my mom wasn't around.

"She missed out on a beautiful boy with a golden heart. It is good that
your heart is not stained by her. I hope Navid is showing you the love you
need. You are so dear to him. It is a bond men can form in our culture. It
is the strongest, purest form of love the two can have. Even after
marriage, the bond the two men can create is stronger than the one with his
own wife," Mr. Naseri translated his wife's words.

His eyes studied me for reaction. I was certain her words had nothing to do
with sex or a gay relationship. She certainly wouldn't hope that for her
own son. But his eyes, the way he chose to translate it. He knew about us,
knew what we were. I was almost certain.

I swallowed the slice of orange in my mouth as our eyes locked. What did he
know? What was he trying to say? That Navid would get married? Leave me but
still love me greater than his own wife? Why would he translate her words
like this? Or had she even said that?

I blinked first. I looked away. He sipped his coffee and said the weather
looked nice outside our kitchen window.

+++

I had class that day and final exams to study for. Navid just had a final
project for his class and he had finished it early before his parents
arrival. He had no more work to do. The three of them drove me to campus
and I rushed off to my class while Navid showed them around the buildings
where he had studied these last few years. As we parted ways, I knew Navid
wanted a kiss but he couldn't do it. Usually, we kissed for a few long
seconds before getting out of the car. It was as natural and automatic as
putting on a seatbelt.

I met up with Erik at the juice bar and he helped me do some last minute
cramming for the history final. He flicked through my note cards and made
buzzing or dinging sounds when I got an answer wrong or right. He wasn't
exactly encouraging, but I needed him. We finished my flash cards and I
spilled the story on Navid's parents and everything that happened that
morning with his father.

"Oh shit, Noah! What if they find out and kill him? What if they kill you
first and make him watch? That would crush him, but what could he do to
stop it? Or... What if they take you both back and sell you into some sort of
twisted slave racket?" Erik spun wild and frightening ideas.

"You're twisted," I said and tried to laugh. "I honestly don't know what
they'd do. I feel so bad for him. He doesn't know that they know. It would
crush him."

"That sucks, Noah. I just don't want you getting hurt. But like... you didn't
do this. You didn't make his family or the way that they are. You have to
protect yourself first. You can't control any of that," Erik said.

He was right, but it still didn't make it feel better. We got back to
studying and then I hurried off to take my final. It wasn't too bad. I
think he made it easy for people who came to class all the time. He put a
lot of questions about the little stupid stories he liked to share.

Navid was waiting for me outside when I finished. He'd sent his parents to
the coffee place to wait while he stood outside my class. He pulled me into
a restroom and asked me how I did. I told him it wasn't too bad and then we
spent five minutes kissing and touching each other in a stall. He slid his
hands inside my briefs and rubbed my ass while we made out. We were both so
hard and rubbed against each other. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck
him off, but he held back. He pushed me off of him and breathed deeply for
a few minutes to calm his erection.

"You are so beautiful. Every time I see you I just want to take you in my
arms and kiss every little piece of my Noah," Navid said. He put his hands
to my cheek and rubbed it while he adored me with his eyes.

"When can we have time together?" I asked. "I need it."

"Tonight. When they go to bed we will have quiet time on the floor so the
bed does not make the noises. I will keep my lips on yours to muffle your
beautiful noises. Is such a shame. I love them," he said and smiled
hopefully.

Navid took me home and then took his mother to the mall and then to the
Persian market. She wanted to buy some things and then make us dinner. His
father wanted to rest and watch TV. I had more studying to do for the next
final exam. I headed up to the guest room as Navid showed his father how to
work the television. I read over my notes for a solid hour until I had
nothing more to read. It was science and Navid was going to help me later
since that was his area.

I decided to get a snack so I headed downstairs. Navid's father was
watching a soccer match and I asked him the score but got no reply. I got
closer and saw that he was fast asleep, sprawled out on his back. He slept
like Navid did when he fell asleep on the couch. Light snoring, mouth half
open and one arm across his chest like he was midway through pledging
allegiance when he got sleepy.

He had changed into a loose pair of shorts and a white tank top. It was one
of Navid's and it was a little tight on his stomach. The shorts draped
across an impressive bulge. Like Navid's, it was always in the way with
nowhere to go. I stood there a little too long watching him. I felt like a
pervert, but I couldn't stop. The game announcer blared "goooooooal" behind
us on the tv and I turned to look for the remote to turn it down.

"Noah?" I heard Mr. Naseri ask. "Everything ok?" He yawned. I turned back
and realized I was standing over him.

"Oh. uh just came down to get a snack. I was looking for the remote to turn
down the TV so it wouldn't wake you," I half-lied.

"I'm used to sleeping through football matches. When you get to my age you
can sleep through anything," he joked.

"You're not old!" I protested with a laugh that sounded flirtier than it
should have.

"Come here, sit down," he said with a laugh and sat up to stretch his arms.
I sat on the couch next to him and watched his back muscles flex while he
reached up and out.

"Do you like football? Or soccer it's called here I guess. I'm sure Navid
makes you watch it," he laughed. He leaned back against the couch and put
his arm around me. He held his hand on my shoulder and rubbed it in
support.

"I like going to his games. He hasn't played in awhile though," I said and
remembered how Navid had took me to a game on our first date.

"He has changed a lot since he took you in. I worried about him coming to
this land of so many temptations.  I thought he would get into drugs and
girls, bad friends and poor choices," Mr. Naseri lamented.

"Oh, no sir. He wouldn't do that," I assured.

"There are so many pitfalls in this society, so few rules. When he told us
about taking you in, I worried more. We didn't know anything about you and
he said you were troubled." Mr. Naseri squeezed my shoulder and looked at
me with a supportive smile.

"I can see now that Navid likely exaggerated your wayward condition. But
I've also seen him become more responsible as he cares for you. He's
working hard on his future, his goals. He found a nice home and job. He's
building a career and helping you through college. He cares about someone
more than he cares for himself. It's what I've wanted for him, what I've
prayed for," Mr. Naseri said.

"He's a really good guy. He made this career and all of these connections
so fast. He works like crazy at it. I know he is going to be very
successful." I assured him.

"It will make him a good father someday. He can take care of a family, and
provide a loving home with everything his children will need," Mr. Naseri
said. His arm was still around me and he held me in his aura. He had
Navid's ability to completely capture someone in a warm ray of attention
that made one feel like the most important person in the world. I felt safe
in his arms.

"He will be a great father!" I said though Navid and I hadn't really ever
talked about that. I imagined a house full of boys that looked like him. I
imagined his messiness multiplied by four or five.

"And he has done well to protect you, provide a safe and quiet home for you
to take care of. I can see how clean it is and I know he never lifts a
finger to help. In Iran, men do not do housework," Mr. Naseri laughed.

"Yeah he can be a mess," I joked. "But he does so much for me. It's the
least I can do for him."

But then Mr. Naseri added something that made me stop laughing.

"That's what I am proud of the most. He is learning his place as the head
of a household. He earns money and protects his family. It will be good
practice for when he has a nice Persian wife. I hope she does as good a job
at making him happy as you have," he said and smiled as though this was a
natural way to continue the happy conversation. He squeezed my arm in
support.

But my heart sank.

My chest tightened.

I realized he was waiting for a response, some attempt at light humor. I
just nodded like an idiot and tried to stretch out my eyes tightly and look
up so I wouldn't drop a tear. I stood up, slipped out of his embrace, and
went for the kitchen.

"Noah? Are you ok?" he asked, realizing the mood had changed drastically.

"Yeah... Yes sir... Just needed some water," I went for one of the water
bottles we keep in the little pantry.

"Noah. Did I say something wrong? You seem upset." Mr. Naseri's voice rose
from the living room. He was headed towards me.

"Uh no, just... I should get back to my studies. School comes first, as Navid
always says," I lied and forced a little laugh. I tried to make a quick
path to the stairs. He reached for me, but I darted past.

"Noah, I have five children. I have a father's instinct. I know when one is
hurt. Please don't..." He said this as I headed up the stairs and cut him off
by closing the door to the guest bedroom as I yelled out "Study study!"

I locked the door, though it was one of those locks that Navid could pop
open in a few seconds. I don't know why I locked it, I just needed to feel
that separation from the anxiety of his father. I got under the covers and
hugged the pillow where Navid had slept to inhale the remnants of his
scent. Maybe his wife would hug his pillow when he was away. Maybe she
would miss his smell, his arms, his kisses. I'd never be her, never give
him children, never be accepted as more than his best friend. Anxiety made
me sleepy.

+++

Navid found me napping. I'd wasted my study time and I felt awful. He had
unlocked the door and knew something was wrong.

"Why you lock door from my father? He say you are upset but doesn't
understand for why," Navid looked at me with concern and frustration. He
wanted us all to get along perfectly. I'd let him down.

I told him about the conversation with his dad.

"Of course he say that, Noah! To him that is compliment for you. You are
such good boy and he sees this! He does not know how we are together. He
think you are normal boy who like girls," Navid insisted as he pulled me
into his lap.

"I am normal," I said and looked up at him with indignation.

"Yes of course you are. You are better than normal, you are perfect, you
are mine," Navid kissed up my neck and hugged me tightly.

"I'm your practice," I insisted and sniffed back tears.

"You're my prize, the best I can ever hope for. My most special one my
heart was meant to love. I promise you there is no step after you. You are
my summit," Navid whispered as he bit and sucked my ear. I settled into his
arms and felt safe again.

"I just felt like he knew about us and it was his way of saying to me that
I was just your practice toy to play with until you get home and marry a
Persian wife," I said.

"I hate that for this you get upset. You need remember how he see us in his
head. He think we are two boys who care very much for each other, but
someday have their own families. He does not intend to offend. It is how
our culture work and he does not know the love I have for you is more than
just strong brothers bond. The gay does not exist in my culture. It is not
something he has connection for. You confuse him by becoming upset. He is
very concern for you and worry he hurt your feelings. He never ever want to
hurt you," Navid rocked me in his lap as he spoke softly.

"I don't want to mess this up for you. It's not my family. I don't want to
expose you." I kissed his shoulder and looked up at him with my best
apologetic eyes.

"You are sweet to worry about me when I am one who put you through this..."
Navid trailed off and looked away from me. We sat there silently for a
moment as he hugged and pet me.

"I really need to bounce on your cock," I whispered to break the tension.

Navid burst out in a loud laugh. He held me against his chest and rolled
onto his back on the bed. He brought me chest to chest with him so he could
stare up into my eyes.

"Fuck, Noah. You know I need it so bad too," he whispered back and kissed
me as his hands rubbed down my back and inside my shorts. He squeezed my
ass cheeks as he kissed up my jaw and then down my neck.

"My baby," he whispered. "My beautiful Noah. I do not deserve you, but no
one else deserve you either so I find you first."

It didn't last long though. His father knocked on the door and said
something in Persian. Navid called back and carefully slid me off of him
before bolting towards the door.

"You're napping, go sleep," Navid whispered to me before opening the door.
I hugged his pillow and curled up around it. I kept one eye cracked open
just a little to see his father peek in and look at me. He came closer and
looked at me with sadness and confusion. I realized that maybe he really
didn't know about me, about me and Navid. Was that really not a thing in
Iran? What did gay guys do there?

Navid said something to him and then put his hand against his chest and
guided him out to the hall. He followed his father out and closed the door.
I was left to "nap" for a bit. Navid was probably trying to smooth over
whatever his father was thinking about me, about us.

His mother spent all afternoon in the kitchen and the beautiful smells of
their food made it all the way up to the guest bedroom. I was studying for
my final while Navid and his father watched some soccer match on tv. There
were guests coming over tonight for the dinner. It was old family friends
from Iran who had settled in California. Navid's parents hadn't seen them
in years, and they lived close to us. I'd never met them, but Navid
occasionally went to visit them out of respect for family ties. Sometimes
he brought home interesting food for me to try.

The dinner was delicious and Navid's parents got to bond with their old
friends. We ate what we could. I sat between Navid and his father. Navid
kept sneaking bites off of my plate to relieve me of the food burden his
mother was putting on me. His father noticed and he joined in, eating a few
forkfuls of my lamb. It became a game between them.

His mother refilled my plate happily and squeezed my arm as if to check her
progress for fattening me up. Navid and his father continued their game.
They fought with their forks over the last piece of meat and then they
burst into laughter. Navid relented and let his father have it, but we
attracted the attention of both ladies.

Navid's mother scolded them in Persian. I didn't need to know the words to
understand it. She looked between them and gave me sad eyes as if not
eating everything would put me closer to death. They just laughed it off
though. Navid's father pulled me into a tight side hug and said something
back to her as his arms held me. He kissed the side of my forehead a few
times as he argued with her playfully.

"I told her we are cheering you up from your anxiety over your studies," he
told me. "Navid says you were not feeling well earlier because of your
finals. I am glad I did not offend you. I was worried. You are a gentle
boy, not like my sons."

"I'm ok now... Thank you," I laid my head against his shoulder and looked
up at him with a grateful smile. He looked back down at me with those eyes
Navid gives me sometimes. It's a mix of adoring protector and hungry lover.
It couldn't have meant the same though for him. He certainly wouldn't have
those thoughts here in front of everyone or for another male.

Navid and I were excused to study for my final as the four adults continued
their reunion with drinks and dessert. Navid took our dessert upstairs and
explained how desperately I needed to pass the exam. His father offered to
come with us since he was indeed a rocket scientist. But Navid assured him
he had been working with me the whole class and knew just what I needed to
brush up on.

We left them and made it up to the room. Navid locked the door and turned
on soft music to cover the happy noise of the old friends downstairs.

"I need you inside me," I whined as I flopped onto the bed. I got on all
fours as he turned on the music.

"No! You have exam tomorrow. It is important. We must study," Navid
mustered bravery against my tempting foreplay.

"Can we study naked?" I begged. Navid thought for a minute as he paced and
looked for my study materials.

"Every five questions you get right, you can take something from my
clothing. Every five you get wrong, I take something from you, ok?" He
said.

"But I want to be naked with you," I corrected.

"Oh... yes. Ok every five right we take one thing off each other. Every
question wrong, I give you spank on bottom," Navid laughed.

"But I like when you spank me," I insisted.

"Noah! We waste time! Study study!" He growled and pounced on me. He pulled
me up and pinned me back against the bed on my back. He  kissed down my jaw
and nibbled on my neck as he ground his crotch between my legs. I felt his
cock thicken up in his pants and I whimpered at his touch.

"Mitosis, explain to me what means and happens," he said as he slid his
hands up my shirt and twisted my nipples.

"Oh I know this! Oh! Uhhhh yesss," I whined as his teeth sank into my
earlobe. I tried my best to explain it in as much detail as possible until
he finally said it was right.

We went on like this for four more questions until he slid my shirt off and
went to work on my nipples. The next question was too hard and I wasn't
even sure it was something we'd studied.

"I love these nipples. So sad to spank you now," he said when I fumbled too
long. He gave the right one a last kiss and then sat up and pulled me over
his lap.

"You know I do this for your own good," he said and pulled at my pants. He
slid them down along with my briefs so my ass was exposed for him.

"The sweet little pussy must be trained for science. It is for your best,"
he said as he rubbed my cheeks firmly. He raised his hand and gave each
cheek one hard swat. I jumped and whined, but my cock was rock hard against
his thigh.

"You hurt me," I whined.

"Is for your best, my love," He said sternly and rubbed my bottom to soothe
it. He slid his fingers between the cheeks and rubbed over my hole.

"Uhhh yeah, fuck." I squirmed as his touch ignited the need in me to
receive him.

"Maybe I keep you here in case you miss next question... Explain polymerase
chain reaction," he said and rubbed two fingers back and forth across my
hole in preparation for my next swat.

"Uhhh... fuck the poly chains... just fuck me," I begged.

"No! Noah you must focus," he swatted the two fingers harshly against my
hole. It was a very unpleasant pain and I started to whine and struggle
with him.

"Ow! That hurt!" I protested. I struggled against his arms and he bent over
me to kiss my neck as he rubbed my hole lightly.

"You are desperate for cock but you need study. Ok? I am boss here. I make
sure you learn," He growled.

"Yes sir," I said. He lightened his grip and I got off his lap and pulled
up my pants. He rubbed the spot where my pants were tented by my cock. He
rarely did that.

"I want that you succeed, Noah. How about we study hard for one hour and
then enjoy each other. Ok? Deal? Then we get back to study more after,"
Navid bargained and leaned up to kiss me. I nodded and he handed me my
shirt.

"You like science better than you like me," I sulked as I slid on my shirt.

"I love you more than I love myself," Navid corrected. "Your future is more
important than my needs. Is why I put your education ahead of my desire to
breed your beautiful bottom." He pulled me onto his lap and balanced me on
his bulge. He grabbed the science notes and we went through them together
as he explained what was likely to be on my test.

He kissed me when I could explain something he taught me. He shook his head
and tried to re-explain concepts I wasn't getting. He was so patient with
me and held me against his chest as we worked through the chapters.

Our hour was ending when there was a knock at the bedroom door. He slid me
off his lap and put the book over my erection. It was Navid's father. He
came in to check on us and told Navid to go downstairs and say goodbye to
the guests who were headed home. They didn't know me and didn't pay much
attention to me so my courtesy was apparently not required. Navid bounded
off to dispense with them and his father came in and sat next to me on the
bed. He grabbed my notes and thumbed through them.

"Ahh I remember this class. It was so fascinating! I loved learning about
this stuff. I wish I could take your final for you," he said. I stretched
out in the middle of the bed and he backed up to rest beside me against the
pillows as he looked excitedly through my textbook and notes.

"Can you? I have seven dollars in my wallet if you'll take it!" I asked
excitedly and earned a laugh from him.

He started to ask me questions from my science notes and then would explain
the answer to me using illustrations from the book. Navid came back up a
few minutes later, but his father didn't leave. He was engrossed in the
material and he was doing a good job of explaining things to me.

Navid laid down on my other side so I was between them as they discussed
the biology notes. His father read one note that he didn't agree with and
he and Navid started to argue back and forth about it in Persian. I looked
back and forth between them as they made their points in the language I did
not understand. I yawned but neither of them noticed. I turned towards
Navid and hugged a pillow. I'd had enough science for the night.

"I think we wore him out," his father said and I felt his hand rub my back.

"He studies so hard for this. He knew nothing about this science when we
start in January. He is very hard worker. Even though I am not patient
teacher for him," Navid said.

"He sleeps so peacefully," his father noted, thinking I was asleep.

"He has few worries here... Just school and home. I keep things simple for
him. He really wants that you and Maman have good visit to California,"
Navid responded.

"I can see how much he follows you and wants to learn from you. Your cousin
Nila wanted to come here after nursing school. Maybe we could arrange
something between her and Noah. He is old enough for marriage and she would
earn enough to support them. You know she is too outspoken and progressive
for a Persian man. She is beautiful but a steamroller." His father laughed.

"No! Noah is not ready for..." Navid started to say to his father, but then
he switched over to Persian to explain himself. I wanted so badly to know
what they were saying about me. It started to go back and forth and they
were whispering to not wake me, but the conversation held a tone of
deepening tension.

I had to break it up. They sounded upset. I pretended to wake up and I
turned over on my back between them.

"I falled asleep?" I asked and tried to sound extra cute.

"Only a little, but I think you've studied enough for the night," his
father said and looked down at me happily.

"His test is early tomorrow. He should be asleep by now," Navid agreed.

"I will leave you to sleep. Good night," his father said and leaned down to
kiss my forehead. He leaned back up and then over me to kiss Navid on each
cheek. He left us and Navid looked at me with a hint of sadness.

"Well you have no fear to worry about, Noah," he said softly.

"Why?" I asked.

"He definitely not suspect we are together," Navid said and rubbed my cheek
thoughtfully. He put his thumb too close to my lips and I spread them to
suck it in.

"I know. I heard he wants to marry me off," I mumbled around his thumb.

"Oh," Navid's cheeks brightened with embarrassment. "No don't worry for
that. I will never put you in that place."

I nursed his thumb like it was his cock that I wanted so badly. He gave me
a half smile but his eyes looked despondent. I yawned and it snapped him
out of his pensive daze.

"It is time to sleep. You have your test early tomorrow. Then we will go
for the surprise. I promise you tomorrow night we will have all the love
time you need. Ok, my heart?" He asked and leaned down to kiss my lips as I
nodded. We got ready for bed and snuggled in together skin to skin. He'd
skipped the boxers and I enjoyed his soft cock flopped against my thigh as
he hugged me to him. We drifted off in exhausted silence without our normal
dark time chat.

+++

Navid's alarm woke us up early. For some reason the class, normally at 9
AM, had it's final exam at 8. He let me get by on a small bowl of oatmeal
and strawberries and promised his mother he would return after taking me to
school for her big breakfast spread. He drove me as close to my building as
he could get and then kissed me and wished me luck.

I'd had two of the greatest scientific minds Iran had to offer tutoring me
the night before and most of the questions on the exam made me chuckle a
little as I remembered his father's little science stories or Navid's
stumbling accent to explain the concepts. I did so well and felt so
confident with it, but I definitely never wanted to take a science class
again. I was one of the first to finish so I went back and reviewed each
question to make sure I wasn't being overconfident. Navid always had me
rethink my answers when he thought I rushed through our tutoring sessions.

I turned in my exam and dashed out of there to text him. Navid wrote that
he was on his way and I should try to pee before he got there. I couldn't
wait to tell him how well I did and how easy it was after all our studying.
When he pulled up though, I noticed he wasn't alone. His parents were in
the car along with some pillows and a small cooler.

"Surprise!" Navid yelled when I got in the backseat. "We are off to your
relaxation and celebration!"

"Where are we going?" I demanded. He just shook his head though. He
wouldn't tell me.

"Everything you need is packed in trunk. We will be there in two hours!" He
said as he pulled away. We cruised east across the valley and then through
the hills of Glendale. Navid pointed out the views to his parents as we
passed. His mother opened the cooler and handed me a snack. She insisted I
try it. It was some kind of pita wrap with meat in it and wasn't too bad. I
didn't like eating in Navid's new car, but she insisted.

Two hours later we were in Palm Springs and pulling up in front of one of
those big fancy resorts with a casino and restaurants. I saw a water slide
peeking out behind a shiny tower. I hoped we'd have time to do that. I knew
how much Navid likes gambling.

A valet came out and called over a guy with a cart to get our luggage.
Navid and his father showed him which bags would go with which couple. His
mother and I waited on a couch while he and his father checked us in. The
place was beautiful. It was different from the one he'd taken me to with my
father. It was much fancier and a concierge came over to give his mother
and me bottles of water while we waited.

Navid and I went up in the elevator with his parents, but our rooms were a
few doors apart. Navid said his father had wanted one suite together, but
when Navid booked it he had specifically asked them to say they didn't have
anything like that when we got there. He wanted us to have some desperately
needed private time. We said goodbye at their door and set a time to meet
up later for dinner.

"I feel bad that we just dumped them in their room like that," I said when
Navid pushed open the door to our room. The bags had already been delivered
there and there was a bucket full of ice on the bar near the TV and a
covered tray from room service.

"Yes, so sad," Navid said with heavy sarcasm. "I make you feel better!" He
set down the keycard and swept me off my feet. He carried me over to one of
the beds (of course he had asked for two beds for us in front of his
father.). He tossed me down and pounced on me as he kicked off his shoes.

"You stay put here," Navid said as he left me on the bed and jumped off. He
went into the bathroom and I heard him turn on the water. He messed around
in there for a few minutes before coming out naked and swinging his cock.

"Is almost ready!" He assured and went for the room service tray. He
carried it back into the bathroom. I heard him banging around in there and
wanted to spy, but I didn't want to ruin his surprise. I laid back and
rubbed myself I was so hard and this had to be the longest we'd gone
without sex. It had been two nights since we played.

"Hurry!" I yelled and Navid poked his head out with a look of surprise.

"I'm so horny," I explained. He shook his head with a smile and closed the
bathroom door again. When he finally came out to get me, I had wiggled out
of my clothes but resisted stroking my cock.

He came out and made an appreciative "Ooh yeah," as he nodded his head and
swaggered towards me. He reached down and kissed me before scooping me up
into his arms and carrying me off to the bathroom. They had a big tub and
he had filled it with some kind of Persian bubble bath and flower petals.
There was a candle burning on the counter and the lights were dimmed. There
were plates of sliced fruits and a little bowl of melted chocolate to dip
into. He leaned down over the bathtub and set me down.

There were strawberries and apples and banana slices around grapes and
little cookies on a plate beside the tub. He got in the tub behind me and
pulled me back against his chest. He reached for a small plate and filled
it with fruit. I laid back against his heartbeat as he offered me some.

The bath smelled like roses and some weird Persian spices that weren't
unpleasant. There was an oily effect to the water and the steam brought the
scents to my nose.

"This is relaxing. I know it's only been two days, but I was so stressed
out with finals and your parents. I hope they like me," I said as I reached
for a grape.

"I know, my love. It is a lot to ask of you. They love you and see how much
good you bring to my life. You can relax now. Your tests are over. We will
go home and go to my graduation and have peaceful time with my parents.
They really do love you," Navid insisted as he picked a piece of banana and
dipped it into the chocolate.

"I love them. I really do. I was so worried about your dad being some hard
muslim man and hating me or me doing something to offend them. But he
treats me like I'm one of his sons," I noted. Navid slid his left hand down
my stomach and rubbed it as he chewed. My cock was so hard and I felt his
hard cock resting between my ass cheeks.

Navid kissed down my neck and rubbed my chest to calm me and show his
approval. His other hand rubbed down between my legs. His finger pushed
against my hole and made me squirm and whine for him. I turned my head to
the side and looked up to see him studying me. He was hungry for this,
almost as much as I was. I relaxed into his arms and let him open me.

"Fuck that feels so good," I whimpered and bit against his shoulder. My
eyes rolled back in my head as my body got the drug it needed. He knew how
to touch me in ways I'd never felt. He knew exactly where to put pressure,
how deep and fast to go. It drove me into a frenzy.

"You feel amazing," he whispered as he chewed on my lip and slid his finger
inside my tight canal.

"You make me that way," I said as I wiggled on his digit.

I started to bounce on his finger. He slid me to his left thigh as I worked
him deeper inside me. He leaned forward and picked up a slice of apple with
his teeth. He fed it to my open lips as I moaned from his touch.

I chewed on it as he began to work a second finger into me. I felt so
tight. I thought by now I'd be used to him, to his fingers, his tongue, his
cock. My body should have realized that this was what was coming every
night, but it didn't.

"Is like every time I find it brand new," he laughed as he struggled to
open me more.

"I'm sorry," I said, needing him inside me. My body ached for his
connection, his seed, his dose of my life force.

"No, is amazing thing. It squeeze me so tight when I am in you. Is so
amazing to feel," Navid assured. I gasped as he popped in the second
finger. He quickly filled my open lips with his tongue. He rubbed my tummy
with one hand and slid two fingers inside me with the other. He was ready
to fuck and we both needed it soon. My own cock was thumping each time his
fingers grazed over a sensitive spot inside me. It awakened little waves of
tremors throughout me.

We made out while his fingers pried me open gently, expertly. I whimpered
around his tongue each time he hit a new depth of awesome. We'd skipped
over his tongue, but that was ok. The oily water provided enough lube and
our bodies slipped around each other as I bounced on his fingers.

"So fucking beautiful," he said when he flipped me over so I was facing him
and chest to chest. He held me against his chest and rubbed my back while
his fingers continued their work on his favorite fucktoy.

"Not too bad yourself, sir," I laughed and bit his chin.

"What I do to deserve my princess? I am so proud to be yours," Navid said
and leaned down so his lips found mine.

I started to push away from him. I was ready now and I wanted to straddle
his lap. I sat up and reached behind me to stroke his cock. It was the
hardest and thickest it ever got. He was at full excitement and ready to
fuck. I stroked it a few times and watched his face screw up as he oohed
and ahhed at my touch.

"Yessss," he hissed as I put the tip against my hole.  I was surprised he
wasn't stopping me. He liked to be the one in control of my fucking. He
thought I would go too fast, take too much, hurt myself, hurt his favorite
ass.

"Can I?" I asked, feeling a sudden need for permission to put his cock
somewhere.

"Ok, I think you know how to do it right. But be kind to it. You only have
one hole where it will fit. The two holes in your nose are too small for
cock and your throat is not deep enough to take all of me," he laughed. He
put his hands on my hips to be at the ready in case he thought I was going
too fast.

"Uhhh," I groaned as I sank down and felt his fat tip pop inside my ring. I
started to slide on it and Navid caught me and held me steady so I could
adjust. He didn't want me going too fast, hurting myself. He wanted to make
sure I would enjoy this, beg for more.

"You like this, baby? Ready to ride your cowboy?" he joked. He looked up at
me and bit his lip nervously. This wasn't something he was comfortable
with. He said it was supposed to be the easiest position for me to take
him, but yet it left him no control. Navid did not like no control.

"Yeah... Oh! Yes sir," I gasped as he slowly eased me down on him. I felt
my stomach flutter with butterflies and my head went into a happy fog as I
adjusted to his thick cock burrowing into me. I reached down and put my
palms against his pecs. He flexed them for me and stared up into my eyes.

"Noah, I love you. I will work so hard to give you life you deserve. Never
will be girl between us, ok?" Navid declared through ragged breathing. His
eyes screwed up and his face contorted as he gasped for air and pushed into
me with a loud "Uhhhh."

"Yeah... Uhhh... Ok... Fuck," I swore as I started to ride him. I wasn't so much
riding him as I was sliding down his cock. Each time I got too far, he'd
catch me with his hands on my ass cheeks and lift me up again and then let
me slide back down. Each time I slid down I was rewarded with intense
sensations as his thick cock stretched my canal and touched the little
places that made me lose control.

I couldn't keep up with it, it felt too good and I fell forward against his
chest. He sat up in the water quickly to catch me in his arms. He hugged me
and kissed on my neck as I leaned against him. He held me there on his
chest and started to slide his cock in and out of me, thrusting up from the
bottom of the tub to bury his prize where it belonged.

"Fuck, baby... fuck take that cock... take the cock you were made for. I love
you... fuck, I love you," he mumbled against my ear as he started to pound
me.

"Uh... Huh! Oh!" I rattled through a list of nonsense noises as my body
twisted and shook in his arms. He electrified my skin and sent electric
buzzes through me as he fucked his favorite hole.

Our bodies pressed together, my cock was rubbing against his chiseled,
furry stomach. The slippery oils of the water added a nice glide as he
bounced me on his cock. My cock was rock hard and leaving strings of precum
against him as I rode his thick meat.

"Fuck, baby. Fuck I am so close," he growled as he rubbed his teeth against
my ear.

"Me too... Oh fuck, me too! Don't stop," I begged and pushed back against his
cock. The fragrance of the water steamed up against my nose and made my
eyes water a little as I fought to keep them open through the overwhelming
waves of sensations.

"I'm gonna... ahhhh," I said as my cock started to unleash volleys of built
up cum over his chest. I hit him in the chin and he turned his head and hid
it behind mine. I hit myself in the nose with a shot as my body shook in
his arms.

"Fuck, fuck, I love you," I whined as my body quivered against him. I
coated our chests with my seed and felt his cock start to shoot off inside
me as my hole squeezed down on his shaft.

"Oh yeah! Oh yes!" He started to growl against my ear. His lips found mine
and he kissed me hard as he started to fill me with his seed. He held me
tightly against him and every time his body made a quick, involuntary jerk,
I was filled with another shot of his juice.

His tongue went deep into my mouth and wrestled my own as he filled my ass
with what I begged for. He moaned and growled with his tongue inside me as
he continued to shoot. I felt his cum leaking out of my hole as it
overflowed with his offering. He kissed me passionately and made one last
deep push inside my ass to bury his load deeper. As he pushed in, it
squeezed out more of his cum down my thighs and into the bath.

I collapsed against his chest as he came down, kissed me, and relished the
glow of filling his boy with what he required. I was happy, sated, and very
sleepy.

I passed out on his chest as he rubbed my body with the soapy, oily water
of the bath. I awakened when he pushed me up and said we should get in the
shower to get the stuff off of us. I felt his cum leak out of me when he
pulled out his cock. It was soft now, but still filled me tightly.

We showered off and then put on clothes for a quick nap. We snuggled into
the bed and he held me as we nodded off.

+++

His father knocked on our door later and Navid got up to go and answer it.
Before he did though, he quickly messed up the other bed to look like he
had been sleeping there. He pulled on a bathrobe and went to the door. I
heard them talking in Persian and then Navid popped his head around the
corner and asked if I was hungry. I nodded and he said something else to
his father.

We put on nice clothes for the dinner. There was a restaurant with a view
of the valley on a high floor. We had a table outside and enjoyed the cool
night desert breeze. Navid let me order for myself and didn't try to push
food on me.

We all talked and laughed as Navid's mother told stories of when he was
younger. He and his father translated between us so I got to ask her
questions about him. He had apparently always been so messy and always
wanted to be in control of things. He was bossy with his siblings and
friends, but always took extra care of the weaker ones.

Aside from knowing his parents would likely never accept me as his mate, it
was easy to pretend. They liked me and talked to me as though they
understood the relationship between me and their son. I could pretend, at
least for tonight that I was having dinner with my parent in-laws. I wished
it could last like this forever.

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-Emri

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