"Okay well, take him to a gay club and let him get his dick sucked or something," she said exasperatedly. Jack laughed out loud. "I'm serious," she said but she laughed too. "So he feels comfortable in his own skin again. I'm not liking this sad and moody Connor. I need the confident one back."
"You mean the arrogant asshole he's always been? No in-between, you want that all that back?" Jack asked her with an eyebrow raised.
"Yes," she laughed. "The arrogant asshole we've always loved." She looked at him knowingly.
He smiled at her. "Alright, I'll plan something. In the meantime, keep an eye on him. He's going to break down at some point, and one of us needs to be there when he does."
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Neither had to wait very long for Connor's breakdown. It started when Connor playfully ran behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of Cuervo. The crowd had dwindled to just a few of them but Connor was drunk and riled up, and his old teammates had egged him on. BJ came storming into the room. "Hey don't do that," he scolded him. "Give me the bottle back." "Oh c'mon," Sam called out to his big brother. "We're just having fun." "And I'm trying to run a business. We can't have people jumping behind the counter grabbing bottles of liquor, and you know that, Sam." He turned back to Connor. "Give it back," he said sternly with his hand out. "Make me," Connor said playfully as he unscrewed the top. "I'm not fucking playing with you, Connor," he said seriously as he lunged for him and Connor jumped out of the way. "Give it back unless you're giving me $50 right now for the whole bottle." Connor scoffed. "Fuck off with that." He raised it to his lips and took a small sip off the top. "Still want it?" he asked playfully. The tall and burly man lunged again and Connor ran around a table laughing. "Connor, don't make me beat the shit out of you," BJ said angrily. He scoffed again. "Yeah, like you ever could." "Yeah, well I know someone I can call that will," he said threateningly. Connor's smile completely fell. Very few people in his life knew about his father's physical abuse and BJ happened to be one of them. Afia said a quiet, "Fuck," under her breath, she knew trouble was next. Connor nodded and threw one hand up in surrender and placed the bottle on the edge of the table. Then he smiled, raised his hand back and slapped the bottle hard. It crashed loudly on the wooden floor, liquid and glass going everywhere. Even Sam yelled at him, "Connor, what the fuck!?" BJ growled and swung at him. Connor dipped his torso backwards without moving his feet, keeping his trained eye on his attacker. But Jack, Rick and Sam were already on it, pulling BJ back from throttling their friend. Derek said to Afia, "You're friend is a real asshole." She looked up at him and scoffed. "Shut up, Derek." She walked over to Connor who had not moved, watching the younger men push the bigger man further away from him. She stepped around the glass and stood in front of him, then folded her arms across her chest and looked at him with a scowl on her face. Eventually he looked down at her. They had their silent argument about how he was indeed, being an asshole. Suddenly Connor's face broke out in a wide smile. "You're so fucking beautiful, Afia." Afia, despite her annoyance at him, smirked, remembering the last time he said that to her in that tone of voice, prom night. "I fucking hate you right now," she giggled and he giggled with her, then pulled her into a hug. Their laughter was cut off by BJ's booming voice, "Afia! Get him the fuck out of my bar!" Rick and Sam pushed BJ back out the enclosed room and toward the main bar. Winter came over with Mina and said, "We were going to hit up this after hours spot anyway. Wanna come?" But Jack intervened. "Connor does not need to be drinking anymore tonight." He put his hand on Connor's shoulder. "Go home, buddy. Get some rest." Afia declined as well. "I'm going to make sure he gets home safe. Y'all can go," she said to her girlfriends. She took his arm. "C'mon, I'll walk home with you." But Derek had come over and said, "Wait, I thought you said you were coming to my house after this." "Oh, yeah I did but..." she looked at her current boyfriend and then her best friend. Connor gave her an out. "It's cool, go be with your boring ass boyfriend, I'll walk home alone." He waved his hand dismissively at Derek. Jack snorted a laugh as Winter and Mina giggled. Afia's eyes went wide as Derek's eyes narrowed at him. That's when Connor realized what he said and also started giggling. "Oh. My bad." Derek had had enough. "C'mon Afia," he reached for her hand. "It's okay," Jack said to her. "I'll give him a ride home. Go with Derek." But Afia looked at her boyfriend and said, "I'm going to make sure Connor is okay. I'll call you tomorrow." She lifted up to kiss his cheek and grabbed Connor's arm, leading them out of the bar. Derek looked dumbfounded at what just happened. He looked to Mina and Winter for understanding but they just shrugged at him. Stacy gave him a response, coming over saying, "Well. I guess now that Connor is back in town, those two love birds will be getting back together, huh?" Winter rolled her eyes and walked away. Mina said to her, "God, you're so fucking clueless." She left with her friend. Connor got in the backseat of Jack's Chevy Impala and stretched out. Afia sat on the passenger side unsure of how Derek was going to act in the morning but not really caring all that much. As Jack drove Connor home he glanced at him a few times from the rear-view mirror, catching his eye. Connor smiled at him. Jack shook his head and laughed. "Don't throw up in my Chevy, dude. Marine or not, I will kick your ass." Connor laughed and Afia giggled from the front seat. It was quiet until he said in a serious voice, "Hey, I still need a job. Do you think BJ would hire me?" Jack and Afia busted out laughing. "What? Is that a no?" he asked in laughter, making them laugh louder. "Oh my God, Connor, you really are a dumbass," Afia laughed. When Jack pulled up in front of Connor's house all the lights were off except the porch light and the detached garage was open. Connor slumped in his seat. "I don't wanna go in there," he slurred his words. Afia and Jack exchanged glances. Then Afia remembered. "Hey, is the key for the room over the garage still behind the corkboard? You can just crash up there like we used to do." Connor's face lit up. "Yes! You're gonna stay with me?" he pouted. "Yes," she laughed. "I'll stay with you." Jack said, "Okay, well let me help you get him upstairs." They came out of the car and Afia ran to the garage to grab the key. Connor wrapped his arm around Jack's waist as Jack did the same. They walked a few paces then Connor stopped and smiled at him. "What?" Jack asked. "Nothing. You look good. Solid. Manly. I like it," Connor told him with a sly smile. Jack blushed but shook his head. "Let me get your drunk ass inside." Afia opened the door and they managed to get him upstairs and inside the open space. It was currently used for storage but the couch in front of the 50 inch turtle back TV from the 90's was still there. Afia pulled the dusty sheet off and Jack dropped Connor on the couch. He closed his eyes, lifted his shirt and rubbed his abs absentmindedly, showing his jaguar tattoo on the left side of his body. "Okay, which one of you are going to stay and fuck me?" he asked confidently. Afia and Jack looked at each other and smiled. "Kidding!" Connor said, eyes still closed. "There's only one person I want to fuck me. But he's dead now." His friends exchanged looks of concern as the room went quiet. They both walked over to him. "Connor?" Afia called his name gently. "Nah, it's cool, you both can get the fuck out. You've both moved on. It's cool. Everyone leaves me anyway. You can go." Jack sighed. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Connor stopped rubbing and opened his eyes to glare at him. "You left me, didn't you?" He sighed again. "Connor, I did not-" He cut him off and addressed Afia. "And you're like this whole other person with a career and boyfriend and a life. You don't need me anymore." "Connor-" she started. But he cut her off too. "Just go. Fucking go. It's cool I don't need to be loved by either of you." He closed his eyes again. "I'll just stay here with Vinnie. Until I can be with him again. And this time I'm going to succeed in being with him. No Taylor to stop me." He rubbed his tattoo again. Afia's mouth opened in fear. "Connor, don't talk like that, okay?" She knelt before him on the couch. "We're going to stay here with you, okay? Aren't we, Jack?" She looked up at him. Jack sighed a third time. "Yeah, Con. We're going to stay right here with you." "Fuck off," he mumbled. "Connor!" Afia scolded him. But Connor opened his eyes and jumped off the couch, practically pushing Afia out of the way. He got in Jack's face and said, "Why the fuck are you here?" Jack was unmoved by Connor's aggressive stand. He answered calmly, "Because I'm your friend." Connor grimaced at him. "We were fucking. That's all it was. We weren't friends before that and we aren't friends now." Jack's mouth opened slightly, deeply hurt by Connor's words. But he knew that was Connor pushing him away. Instead he said, "Okay. It was more to me than just that but-" He pushed him. "Then why the fuck did you leave me?" Jack did not raise a hand to him. "I didn't leave you. I ended something that wasn't working for either of us." "Yes you fucking did!" he yelled and pushed him harder. "You left me. You broke up with me!" Jack kept calm and said, "And I told you that I would always be there for you." "Fuck you!" He pushed Jack a third time but Jack grabbed his wrist and stepped closer, then hugged him tightly. Connor tried to push him off, but Jack connected his own hands at the wrist behind Connor's back and held tight. He said in his ear, "I didn't leave you, Connor, not then, not now, not ever. I'm right here for you." Connor began to sob onto his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around his ex-lover and cried, as Afia wrapped her arms around herself and cried quietly behind them. She heard Connor say muffled into his neck, "Everybody that I love leaves me. You left me. Vinnie left me. Why does everyone leave me?" She came over and pulled his arm off Jack and turned him around face to her. "I love you, Connor. I didn't leave you. Not now. Not ever. And Jack is right here. So everyone that loves you does not leave." She pulled herself into his arms and they both hugged him. When the emotional moment had passed, Afia took his hand and led him back to the long couch. She sat first and said, "We're going to stay right here with you, okay?" She lifted her legs up and motioned for Connor to sit as well. He did and put his head in her lap. Jack sat at the other end of the couch. Connor smiled, slipped off his shoes and put his feet on his other friend. "You gonna rub my feet?" he asked. "Fuck off," Jack said with a smile. They didn't talk again. Afia ran her hands through Connor's hair and he fell asleep on her.
Connor woke up barely able to open his eyes, his head hurt so badly. When he managed to, he sat up and Afia was going through boxes. She did not have her outfit on from the night before, instead a long-sleeved t-shirt over her workout tights.
"Morning," he mumbled. He looked around. "Where's Jack?"
"He left really early, like 5am. He said he had a morning run but will be back later. I left to take a shower, change my clothes and came back. It's already 11 o'clock."
He looked at her squinting his eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Going through this stuff so we can get our chill spot back," she said as she moved one box to the corner and opened up another one.
He laid back down. "My head is killing me."
She pointed to the end table, then went back to looking through boxes. There was aspirin, a cup of water and a chocolate chip muffin. He smiled at his friend and took the medication. He got up to use the bathroom, took a quick shower to wake him up, put back on his same jeans and t-shirt without underwear, then came back to help her rearrange stuff.
They spent the rest of the morning cleaning out the garage attic and ordered lunch. Jack texted them both in the afternoon to say he had some family stuff to attend to but would see Connor tomorrow. Neither of them minded, as they played music from their phones and continued to clean and organize the place.
By the evening they had cleared out most of the items either to the trash or to the garage, swept, dusted and mopped the walls, floors and doors and did a thorough clean in the bathroom. Connor went into the main house to grab dinner for both of them as well as a bottle of wine from the basement, and they celebrated a hard worked day.
They sat on the couch at different ends, both with one leg on and one leg off the couch. As they were sipping wine after dinner, Connor asked her, "Why don't you want to come into the main house?"
Afia chooses her words carefully. She would never tell Connor that his father approached her father after he had gone back to base about three and a half years ago, and all but threatened him that they could never be together romantically, that she would never be good enough for his son simply because of the color of her skin. Although they were never truthfully together as a couple, it still hurt to hear and she knew it would hurt him too.
"Your parents are not fond of our 'relationship'." She put "relationship" in air quotes. "So I don't want to give them a reason to think we are more than friends anymore."
"Okay, but as my friend you would hang out with me at my house anyway, right?" he challenged her.
"Yeah," she said hesitantly.
"So don't worry about that. You could come over and talk really loudly about your lame ass boyfriend if you want."
She kicked his thigh and laughed. "Stop calling my boyfriend lame. Or boring. Derek is nice."
"He's about as interesting as yellow wallpaper," Connor said, making her laugh again.
"Hey, I'm just calling it like I see it," he said factually. "You need someone that's going to give you a spark. He's not sparky. He's dull."
She sighed. "But he loves me and sees a future with me. And sometimes I can see it with him."
He gave her a look. He knows his best friend too well. "No you can't, Lovie. You want passion. You want the spark. You want to be head over heels in love with someone. Derek isn't it."
She knew he was right but wanted to change the subject. "And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"You want the same. You're life isn't over. You can love again."
He looked down at his tattoo and rubbed it. "I had the spark and it died on me. Literally. I'm dead inside."
Afia touched his leg gently. "You're not dead inside, Connor. You're grieving but you're not dead."
"I can't get it up," he confessed to her quietly.
She took a moment then asked, "I'm sorry, what?"
He looked up at her. "I can't get it up. Not even to jerk off. Nothing. I'm dead inside. Jack hugged me yesterday and my heart pounded but I felt nothing down there."
She said, "That's just because you're not in love with him anymore."
"You're such a woman," he laughed. "Loving or not loving Jack has zero to do with how much he makes me dick swell when I'm around him. He's fucking hot. And now he's like...manly hot, not just cute, boy-next-door hot." She giggled as he leaned back on the couch. "I'm just saying, if I can't get it up for that, I'm broken."
"You just need a spark, a jump start to your engine. Go find you some rando dude and get your dick sucked. You'll feel much better after that," she said confidently.
He laughed again and took a sip of his wine. "I don't think that's going to work. And I don't want a stranger anyway, it's not someone I care about. So I don't think anything will help."
She looked at him for a moment, then made a decision. She bent over to his side of the couch and got on her knees, then started to unbuckle his belt. He started laughing and asked, "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm jump-starting your engine," she said as she unbuttoned his fly and zipped down his zipper.
His eyes went wide and he reached out and grabbed her wrist. She looked up at him and they started at each other. He spoke first. "You.... You can't do that," he said quietly.
"Why not?" she asked him back just as quietly.
"Because I'm...gay now," he whispered.
"I know," she whispered back. "Now move your hand." They stared at each other for another long moment. Then he slowly moved his hand off her wrist.
Afia pulled his jeans and exposed his soft cock, shocked that he had on no underwear. She pulled it out and held it in one hand, then fondled his testicles with her other. He had no idea what she was thinking but he knows her well enough to know that when her mind is made up, there is no changing it. He felt like he was taking advantage of her somehow and began to feel guilty. Especially since once her soft and warm hands touched his cock, he felt it immediately begin to grow, something that hasn't happened in months.
"Afia," he called her name softly as she stroked his cock. He tried one more time to have some resilience. "Afia, you don't have to do this."
"I know I don't have to. I want to." And with that she leaned over, covered her teeth with her lips and brought her mouth over the head of his cock and began to suck. He gasped at the feel of her tongue around him.
She pulled off and looked him in the eyes. "And this time, you better cum in my mouth." His mouth opened slightly as hers opened wider and she brought him deeper into her throat.
"Uuuugh," Connor groaned.
Her warm, wet mouth set shock waves through his system. All thought process disappeared as the blood rushed to his cock making him completely hard within seconds. He watched her travel down halfway, slid her mouth to the head, then slid back down, came up for air to stroke his penis now glistening with her saliva, then went back down again.
Truthfully the decision was spontaneous on Afia's part. Connor just looked so unlike himself and she wanted to boost his confidence. She remembered him telling her that he has an affinity for cock sucking, so if there was one way to help him feel something again, this would be it. And since he didn't want a stranger to do it, she was the most logical choice, she reasoned in her head as she tasted and swallowed his salty pre-cum.
But the part of her that was being rational about it was quickly being overtaken by her desire for it. She needed to do this, not just for him but for herself. Derek was not a fan of oral sex. He thought her crazy the first time she went down on him and the one time he tried to go down on her it was disastrous. Now he rarely lets her give a blow job, she pretty much has to sneak up on him, and he never licks her pussy.
Maybe Connor was completely right about his assessment of Derek and their relationship. Maybe she was feeling dead inside too, and needed this spark.
She had sucked a lot of cocks since Connor took her virginity years ago and realized she too had an affinity for cock sucking, on the giving side. The feel of being able to bring even the biggest man to his knees with her lips, mouth and tongue made her feel like superwoman. And she needed to taste his superpower.
She relaxed her throat more and stayed longer in the bob, making him moan audibly. He started running her hands through her hair, which she loved and it encouraged her to take him deeper. She pulled off to stroke him some more and noticed his pink cock head was turning purple. He was close and she was ready.