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Unforgivable - 23. Chapter 23
Chapter 23
Corey stretched, and enjoyed the feeling of his back popping. He couldn’t remember when he’d slept as well as he had over the past week. Every night, after their outdoor activities, he and Jason had made love before falling into a deep, contented sleep.
Reaching across the sheets, he found the other side of the bed empty. He opened his eyes and confirmed he was alone in the room. Listening carefully, he could just make out the sound of people moving somewhere in the house. With a yawn he slipped on his briefs, intending to see if the bathroom was free, when there was a knock at the door.
“Cor?” Pierre called out. “You awake?”
“Yeah. What’s up?”
The door opened a crack, and Pierre’s red hair peaked around the corner. “You decent?”
Corey chuckled. “Not usually, but come in anyway.”
Grinning, Pierre opened the door wider and stepped inside. “I wanted a few minutes alone with you before the goodbye breakfast.”
Corey sat back down, patting the sheets beside him. “Hop on up and get comfortable.”
Grinning, Pierre climbed in beside him, and fluffed up the pillows behind his back. “Good thing David and Jason know us so well, or this might look suspicious,” he said with a laugh. Corey hadn’t really thought about it, but realized his friend was absolutely right. Jason trusted him implicitly.
“I can’t believe our week is over already.” Corey leaned against the headboard, stretching out his bare legs.
“I know,” Pierre agreed. “It’s been a long time since we were together. I’m going to miss you guys all over again.”
Corey hugged his friend with one arm, pulling him closer. “I’m going to miss you too.”
They sat in silence for a few moments before Pierre spoke again. “Are you happy?”
“Happy? In what way?”
“With Jason,” the smaller man clarified, pulling away to look him in the eye. “I know you said you forgave him, but you were so upset the night you got back from seeing your mom….”
Corey sighed and shook his head. “That was more about me than it was about Jase. He’s been great. I’m the one who needs a kick in the ass.”
“Okay. That’s not the first time you’ve said something like that. Did something else happen?”
Corey broke eye contact and stared at the wood-beamed ceiling. “I didn’t tell my mom about Jason, and he overheard me telling her I’d find a boyfriend when I was ready.”
“Oh, Cor,” his friend chided gently.
“I know, I know.”
“I guess I don’t have to ask how he reacted?”
“He was furious,” Corey confirmed with a grimace, remembering his boyfriend’s hurt and anger. “And he was hurt. Not that I blame him. I would’ve been too.”
“What did he say to you? Did you have to chase him down?”
“No, actually.” Corey smiled. “He confronted me, and after a lot of talking… and some groveling, he forgave me.”
“Wow,” Pierre responded, sounding shocked. “That’s great. I have to say I’m impressed he would confront you, and that he was so forgiving.”
“It probably helped when I told him I was going to therapy. I know I need help dealing with the feelings I have about my parents, and how that affects other relationships.”
“So you did take my advice about talking to somebody.” Pierre turned his gaze on him. “I know it was a hard decision, but I think it will do you some good.”
“I know it will eventually, but it’s hard to talk about some things.”
“Anything you want to get off your chest?”
“It’s probably nothing you don’t already know.” Corey shifted so they could be face-to-face. “During my last session, she wanted me to tell her about the day I got kicked out.”
The redhead grimaced. “I remember that day. You were pretty upset.”
“I was. It’s not every day you get kicked out by your father.”
“Do you remember calling me from the motel?”
“Vaguely.” Corey tried to think back, but a lot of that day was a blur.
“You called me, and I conferenced Drew on the call,” Pierre said, looking sad. “You raged for quite a while about your dad… and your mom. We had to talk you out of going back to confront him again.”
“You did?” Corey was surprised. He had almost no recollection of the conversation.
“Yeah. The anger against your sperm donor wasn’t a surprise, but it was the first time I’d ever heard you say anything against your mom. How could you not be angry though? She let that asshole kick you out. We were worried we might have to come up with bail money, but you seemed more resigned than angry when you finally hung up the phone.”
“She did try to stop him,” he said quietly, looking down at his hands.
“Cor.” Pierre gave an exasperated sigh. “You told us she protested once before telling you it might be better if you left, because tensions were too high.”
Corey felt tears prick his eyes. “Fuck,” he whispered, his chest tightening painfully. “I was so mad at her. I’ve always hated thinking about that night, but Dr. Tremblay wanted details.”
“You were pretty out of it,” Pierre said softly, taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Have you ever talked to your mom about what happened?”
“No. Why would I do that?”
“Maybe you should?” his friend suggested. “She may not realize how upset you were, or how much that whole fucked up marriage affected you. Sometimes people can get tunnel vision. I can’t imagine she would ever hurt you on purpose.”
“What good would it do to tell her now?”
“Maybe knowing will give her a new perspective on her decisions, or on the sperm-donor?”
“I don’t know….”
“Talk to your therapist. Get her opinion.” Pierre nudged him. “She may tell you I’m full of shit.”
Corey laughed, and felt some of the tension in his shoulders ease. “Well, you are full of shit, but I love you anyways.”
“Aww… I love you too, Cor.” Pierre rested his head on Corey’s shoulder, and they sat for a few minutes in comfortable silence.
“Do you remember the summer I started dating Jason?” Pierre asked suddenly.
“Yes…,” Corey responded, confused about the direction the conversation had taken. “Of course I do. Why?”
“I gushed to you for weeks about Jason… how I wanted him to notice me.”
Corey shifted uncomfortably. “I remember.…”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Pierre straightened, and looked the brunette in the eye.
“Tell you what?”
“That you were in love with Jason.”
“What?” Corey’s eyes opened wide, and his heart pounded in his chest. “I wasn’t….”
“Cor.” The smaller man smacked his arm. “I’ve talked to Drew and a few guys from school over the years. Everyone who knew you two thought you were really into him. I know Jason was away a lot after we met, so I didn’t see it, but if you had told me….” Pierre took a deep breath. “I never would have poached. I’m not that kind of a guy.”
“Perri,” Corey said around the lump in his throat. “I know you wouldn’t do that.” He placed his hands on his friend’s shoulders. “I admit I had a crush on Jason in high school, but it wasn’t going to happen between us. He didn’t think of me as anything more than a pesky little brother. I’d known the Sedors since I was in grade four. They practically adopted me and treated me like part of the family. Jason was a nice guy who let his little brother’s friend tag along.”
“Damn… you’re as clueless as I was,” Pierre scoffed. “I really wish you’d told me. If you had, he would have been off limits….”
“Pierre,” Corey interrupted with a sigh. “I had a crush on him… that didn’t mean he was mine.”
“But you’re my friend. That was always more important to me than a summer fling. Hell, it’s not like I didn’t realize we weren’t going to last. I would never have hurt you like that. I must’ve been self-centred and blind not to see how much you were into him.”
“There isn’t a self-centred bone in your body,” Corey protested. “You didn’t know, and it wouldn’t have mattered if you did. He wanted you, not me.”
Pierre snorted. “Look where that got me… but I guess everything worked out in the end. I have David now, and Jason adores you.”
“He does, doesn’t he?” Corey felt a flush of pleasure heating his face.
“So, what about your mom? Is she still in the dark?”
“No. I called her that night. I couldn’t let Jason think I was ashamed of him.” Groaning, he flopped back against the pillows. “I keep screwing up and hurting him. I don’t know why he puts up with me.”
“Because I love you?” Jason’s voice from the open door startled the two friends.
Smiling at his boyfriend, Corey sat up and put his feet on the cool floor.
“You know,” Jason commented thoughtfully, scratching his chin. “If this was anyone other than you and Pierre, I might be worried about my boyfriend being half-naked in bed with another man.”
The redhead chuckled, crawling over Corey and walking to the door, patting Jason’s arm as he went by. “I’ll just leave you two to do… whatever you’re going to do. See you downstairs, Cor.”
“See you in a bit, Pierre.”
Jason grinned and approached the brunette. “David was wondering where he’d disappeared to. Did you two have a nice talk?”
“We did. I miss him.” Corey reached out and placed a hand on his boyfriend’s hip, pulling him closer. “When did you get up?”
“An hour ago.” Jason tangled his fingers in Corey’s dark brown hair and leaned in for a kiss. “You were sleeping pretty peacefully, and I didn’t want to wake you. I went downstairs and helped David get breakfast ready. I was coming to wake you up.”
“I’m starving,” Corey said as Jason stepped back, and helped him stand. “What did you guys make?”
“Ham and cheese omelets.”
Corey felt his stomach growl in anticipation. “Mmm. That sounds delicious.” He heard Jason’s deep laugh when he hurried to find jeans and a t-shirt. Showering could wait until after food. Maybe he could convince Jason to get dirty with him before they got clean again.
“Hungry?” Jason said with amusement in his voice.
Corey turned, putting his arms around his big boyfriend’s neck. “Very,” he said as he kissed Jason’s jaw. “Not just for food.”
“Is that right?”
“Mmmhmm. I thought after breakfast you and I could.…”
“Jesus Christ,” Drew grumbled from the open door. “Can’t you two keep your hands off of each other for five minutes?”
Corey chuckled, and planted another kiss on Jason’s throat before turning to his friend. “Bite me, Drew. Why are you bothering us?”
“I’ll leave the biting to your horny boyfriend. David said to tell you breakfast is on the table now, so get downstairs before it gets cold.”
Jason put his arm around Corey’s waist. “We’ll be right down, little brother.”
“Don’t get distracted up here or we’re going to start without you.” With that parting comment, the younger Sedor left the room. His footfalls could be heard echoing down the hall. When he started to descend the stairs, Jason turned back to Corey.
“Now,” he said as he pulled the brunette closer. “What were you saying before we were so rudely interrupted?”
“That after breakfast would be a great time for us to get dirty before you join me in that big shower.”
Jason grinned. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
Although their shower plans didn’t work out as they’d hoped, Corey wasn’t too upset. He and Jason had all the time in the world to be together, but their time with friends was almost at an end. Clean up was quick and functional so they could all gather together before everyone went their own way. Drew and Liz would be heading to Toronto to catch an early flight the next morning, while Pierre and David were travelling to Ottawa, and Corey and Jason to Kingston.
“I’m going to miss this place,” Drew commented as he put his suitcases by the door.
“Me too,” Corey agreed, looking around the foyer. “Summer would be great here.”
The younger Sedor tilted his head and studied him for a minute. “You and my brother seem to be getting along great.”
“Seem to be?”
“Jason was pretty messed up over Christmas. I wasn’t there, but my mom was worried, and I could hear it in his voice. He wasn’t in a good place.”
Corey felt a twinge of guilt, knowing what had upset Jason so badly. “I….”
Drew held up his hand. “He hasn’t told me what happened, and frankly it’s none of my business, but I’d bet money you were involved somehow. I don’t know anyone else who could upset him that much.”
“Drew….”
“I love you like a brother, Cor. You know that,” Drew continued as if Corey hadn’t spoken. “But if you hurt him again….” His friend turned his intense gaze on him.
“I don’t plan to. I hated seeing him hurt.”
“Just see that you don’t.” After contemplating him for another moment, he suddenly smiled. “We always said we wished we were brothers. I guess we are now.”
Corey returned the smile, feeling tears prick his eyes. “You’re never going to get rid of me.”
“What are you talking about so intensely?” Liz appeared at the top of the stairs, interrupting their conversation.
“I was just asking Corey what his intentions were with my brother,” Drew responded with a wink, as his wife leaned against the railing.
Corey rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that’s it.”
Drew squeezed his shoulder before leaning in and quietly speaking. “I am happy for both of you. Don’t ever doubt that. You’re both my brothers, and I want you both to be happy.”
Pulling him into a quick but fierce hug, Corey whispered in his ear. “I love you… brother.”
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