No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise-Chapter 67: The horny brat

Aike and his father sat opposite each other without saying anything until a heavy silence began weighing on their shoulders, making them feel uneasy. Lucian looked up from his tablet to peer at his son, and he was startled when he found him staring at him as if to dig a hole in the middle of his body.

"Damn, it’s creepy to look at people like that," he grumbled, dramatically placing a hand on his chest. He understood and noticed the change in the behavior of the boys. He felt something had changed but could not yet put his hands on it. So he is waiting patiently like a rat to find a way to seek it. In the meantime, he is enjoying being a pain for them so they can see he is not a threat but a friend and a father in search of his kid’s attention.

Lucian is indeed weird, but what can we say to everyone their way?

He’s always had a small idea of what they’re up to, even if he doesn’t know the whole story that binds them. After all, they are Morgensterns, and they are his sons. He was the king of mischief a while ago. Even if he no longer persists in this way, it does not mean he has thrown away his weapons. He can recognize the signs when he sees the traces.

Aike doesn’t consider his small act; he adjusts his posture in the white chair in front of his father’s desk, crosses his legs, and gazes into his father’s face, who is starting to feel uncomfortable for real this time. Before he has time to ask him what’s wrong, Aike speaks calmly and almost detachedly.

"You know, he calls you a coward, at least. And he doesn’t trust you. " Lucian looks at him dumbfounded. He expected to have this conversation with them, but he thought Aike wouldn’t be the one to initiate it. Since Aike is shy and very withdrawn, his brother is quite the opposite. Even if it is not visible to some outsiders and peers, he is their father. He knows them.

"I think I know it, and what do you think of me? He put down his tablet and sat back in his chair to face Aike. He dreaded this moment, but they had to discuss it one day. "I don’t care since I don’t expect anything from you, but know one thing, if you do it again, it will be the last time. You won’t have a second chance to make up for your bullshit. "

Aike didn’t raise his voice or avoid his father’s gaze as he uttered those words. A chilling, creepy current emanated from him, and Lucian almost lost his words while staring at him, stunned. For a moment, the Aike he always knew disappeared, giving way to a stranger in front of him. He wasn’t sweet, kind, and obedient anymore. He was someone else.

Even if this obedience he showed sometimes turns out to be a sign of pure contradiction to compliance, it’s his way of rebelling. He obeys only to make you regret having forced him to do something against his will, and his mother hates it, even if she does not know who is leading the dance. He will take all his time doing things with an exaggerated slowness that will push you to stick a bullet in your skull instead of bearing it. Don’t rush him around.

During her many galas, she was forced to resort to stricter methods to force them to stay in the line. However, Lucian would have liked to see him try just a little in front of him, but that’s not what he wants. He wants to know them as they are. And he is happy to see him that way. Now he knows he is not always so sweet and can use other means to defend himself when needed.

Lucian hardly swallowed his saliva in a more than a bizarre gesture, squirming a little in his chair for a more compliant and comfortable position. He suddenly feels obliged to behave like a ruthless businessperson while keeping his paternal side. His children grew up and matured while he remained a kid locked in the skin of an adult man. That’s what he just noticed.

But that doesn’t stop him from playing his last card with a bewildered, silly expression. Aike frowned as he saw the stupid expression on his handsome father’s face. He sighed in annoyance before abruptly rising from the chair, muttering something between his teeth while glaring at his father. "Honestly, this guy is annoying."

According to what he could understand from the boys, Aike is the less patient, although he may seem the opposite to you, and Ayke is much more airheaded and carefree, but he should not be pushed to the limit. Lucian, for his part, had the desired reaction. A crooked smile appeared at the corner of his lips when he saw his son’s reaction to his stupidity.

"I will never walk away again, I promise you, and I’m sorry for everything that happened to you before. I’m not going to back down." he cooed before Aike could put his hand on the doorknob. This one stopped for a moment without turning to his father. He did not need to look him in the eyes to understand that he was sincere. He just nodded and muttered before resuming his steps toward the exit," you better."

"I changed my mind," Lucian’s voice rose again in the room, "I think I’m finally going to meet that little brat. It’s time for me and him to have a little chat."

At these words, a small smile crooked on Aike’s lips, hidden from his father. "Good for you, old man. I’m going to my room." And he left the office without looking back.

"Hey, how do you..." Lucian couldn’t finish his sentence when he slammed the door close with a bang, which meant that the subject was closed. "No, it’s not true. He dared to close the door in my face," grumbled Lucian. He got up in turn and walked towards the door of his office.

"Do they see me as their father at least, or am I the one who doesn’t see them as my sons? I feel like they take me for one of their classmates and treat that brat, Howie, with way more respect than they have for me." He continues to grumble as he walks towards the exit.

He checks his appearance once in the hall by observing his reflection in the wall mirror. He is very tight and hot in this outfit, and it highlights all his physical assets. His gray striped pants hug his muscular legs and thighs very well, and his black turtleneck follows the same pattern.

He smiles at his reflection and feels proud as a peacock of his image. He is young and muscular. Only his sons do not see him that way. His thousand-dollar moccasins and watch, which we will not evaluate, are the final touch to his outfit, which he finds super sexy.

"Are you going to finish strutting around in front of that thing?" scolded him in a displeased or rather annoying voice not far from him. He jumped slightly and turned halfway toward the voice. Aike was leaning against the wall, his hands hidden in his pockets, his gaze filled with boredom staring at his cocky father as if he didn’t see him.

"I thought you were going to your room, hm?" Aike openly rolled his eyes at his question. "As you can see, I’m here. Any problem?" one last glance in the mirror, Lucian turned to his son. "Afraid to leave me alone with him? Aike doesn’t even bother to answer this time. He walks away from his father, who follows him with a grin.

Anyway, it’s not Lucian’s return to the life that’s the most important for the moment, nor his nonsense to annoy his children. On the other hand, it is good that he is reconciled with them and is trying to put himself in their shoes to understand them and make up for all this precious time he has lost.

Therefore Howie and Ayke are at loggerheads over the activities in which the latter has invested in recent days. "Hey, H, what are you doing to me, man, huh? he rushed to block the passenger door to the latter, who looked at him without saying a word but in whom a fit of anger blurs like a storm on the horizon. "How come, what am I doing to you? I will go home and bring my dogs with me. What did you not understand? »

"Don’t be stupid, sweetheart. Why are you mad, huh?" Howie stared at him briefly, thinking a bit about what he had asked before speaking again. "I’m not mad. Do you at least see yourself?" Ayke slammed the car door and leaned against it, staring at Howie closely.

"Ok, I fucked a little here and there like a dog in heat," he admits a little shamefully, still proud anyway, "but I don’t see how that can bother you. It’s not as if you were going to take me as your wife, huh? He grumbled, running a nervous hand through his hair and brushing it behind his ear.

"And even if you wanted to make me your wife, I will be your husband, and I know you asked Aike to be your boyfriend. I was out of the game from the start, darling."

"What are you talking about, silly?" Howie asked, preferring not to venture on this path anyway; after all, that’s not what bothered him; while displaying an exasperated look, "you get angry and act as if you’re jealous, so..." He trailed off as he watched Howie roll his eyes at his words.

"I have no problem with you fucking with whoever you want, but you must stop kissing me like that. It’s not as innocent as it used to be," He said while nodding at the bulge in Ayke pants. Ayke watched the movement of his head and jumped at the sight of his bulging fly about to give away as his erection grew.

"Fuck!" he yelled, "yeah, fuck" Howie took back almost ironically without any enthusiasm. "Why didn’t you start there, huh? Howie’s expression went from bewilderment to disbelief to a neutral face devoid of emotion but primarily stunned. "For god sake, man, you’re the one who gets hard like a horse, and I’m the one who should point it out to you. Are you serious, Ay?" Ayke chuckled nervously and awkwardly as he quickly turned to hide the boxing in his pants from his friend’s pissed glare.

He tries to push any image of Howie out of his head so he can return to a neutral state of mind and body but to no avail. He’s spent his last few days screwing everyone in Wood Hill who seeks his attention and approval.

They have to approach him for him to take them to seventh heaven in a single alley without a return ticket, cloud nine is not so far with him, but it’s never them he fucks so hard, but rather Howie.

Suppose he can’t fuck the guy physically. In that case, he has to project him in his mind using him to sexually satisfy his comrades, waiting for that from the Morgensterns, who throw themselves into his arms like crazy ants. Still, they all ignore that they are being fucked by only one of them and not both.

Since his erection can’t go away despite the effort, he puts in. He has to ask Howie for help, who is still behind him, staring at him in disbelief. "I think you better get away from me a bit," he purred shyly to Howie, whose proximity to their two bodies only increased his libido a little more.

Since he woke up in the infirmary and understood the extent of the damage done to his bond with his brother, he has changed a little, and his libido, which until then seemed to be dormant, woke up. And he attracts sexual partners like hotcakes ready to bake; he never sleeps twice with the same person.

Howie growled something incomprehensible and walked away from him, throwing his arms in the air while rolling his eyes in annoyance. He returned to his trunk and started pulling out the dogs’ stuff he had dropped when he felt Ayke’s erection swell out of his back. "He’s unbelievable. Who must he be sleeping with?" He wonders while purring even more. "Damn, did Aike also take up the same practice or hobby as his brother too"

He is the one who asked the question, but the idea that the answer could be a "yes" annoys him to the highest point. A cold sweat slips down his back as his heart races like an enraged horse. He leaned on his car, hiding his head behind the frunk’s hood to avoid Ayke seeing if he turned in his direction, even if this one had his back turned.

The dogs all lay on their stomachs while whining as if they were in agony, while Howie fights against his birth inner to keep him in check. It must be said that Lyke has much more self-control than these two put together, hm? But deep down, he’s partly responsible for the hypersensitivity they both face regarding twins, even if Howie and his birth inner had been enjoying teasing the latter before his arrival.

Long before Howie even wakes up, how he feels toward Aike is different from how he thinks about his brother, so it has to be said that it’s a shitty situation he finds himself in.

"Hey," a soft, sympathetic voice says a few steps behind him, but he’s too preoccupied with calming his inner fire to notice the new presence added to the scene. "What’s wrong? Why are you shaking like this?" Aike asked quietly to his four-legged friends, in front of whom he crouched down to cuddle them for a moment.

The minute he touched Ravi’s head while sliding his hand down his back, Howie jumped slightly and hit his head against the car’s frunk lid. The touch he felt on his shoulder pulled him out of his fight abruptly, then he calmed down, heaving a sigh of relief while enjoying these little caresses on the back that helped him relax.

"I’m here, don’t worry, and from today, I’ll take care of you ok." Aike continues talking to his friends, who gradually calmed down as if by magic. It was then that Howie recognized his voice and felt his presence and that of his father not far from him. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Howie took a deep breath and then closed the car trunk while taking his time as if he wanted to avoid or delay the moment he would meet Aike’s gaze.

"Will it take a long time? asks an impatient voice he knows all too well. "Ah, that damn Lucian, why doesn’t he go look elsewhere to see if I’m there," he muttered through gritted teeth with a decomposed look on his face.

It’s fucked up that he won’t be able to avoid Aike as planned; then he resigned and faced them with a passive and impenetrable face. "Mr. Morgenstern, good evening," and he nodded to Aike, who hastily avoided his gaze, focusing all his attention on the dogs, who were more or less happy at the moment.

"So, we’re not sulking anymore," Lucian resumes, staring at him. Howie follows the same pattern before retorting in the same tone as Lucian, "what are you talking about" he knows that Lucian refers to the fact that he refused to speak to and meet him. he didn’t even bother to respond to his apology card.

"You refused to see me all this time riding on your high horse, but today you’re here with your little soldiers, so it’s a sign that you’re not mad at me anymore and that you’re ready to listen to me, right? »

Lucian said he might as well grab the bull by the horns while he is there; why not talk it all out directly instead of beating around the bush? And then with this boy, he doesn’t know why but he always has this feeling of walking on eggshells. He refuses to be angry with him or a member of his family, especially since his sons adore him. on his side, despite often looking for trouble with him, he devotes a kind of respect to him that he does not even know where it comes from. It could be because of his unparalleled knowledge and skills, anyway.

"I’ve never been mad at you or anyone else I know of," Howie continues, still staring at Lucian, who rolls his eyes at his words. "So if you weren’t mad, why you refused to see me and answer my card? It wasn’t polite; you at least know that?"

Howie avoids going into details, and mostly he avoids bickering with Lucian when he has to get home before it’s too late, so he chooses to tell him part of the truth. "I was not ready to talk to you. Besides, you have nothing to blame yourself for since I was partly responsible for these slaps. Let’s forget everything and don’t talk about it anymore."

Lucian stared at him for a moment without saying anything. Then he muttered something incomprehensible while staring at Howie. "Hmmm, ok, if you say so," Lucian answers calmly before turning on his heels and heading toward the grand entrance, leaving them alone.

Howie follows the same pattern; he retraces his way to Ayke, who is witnessing the exchange between his father and his friend, which allows him to return to his normal state. He is leaning nonchalantly toward the car with an almost carefree look. "Here, there’s everything they need inside," Howie handed him the bag filled with toys and everything else planned for the stay. "And thank you both for keeping them for me. I will pick them up by Sunday afternoon or Monday."

Then he gestures to Ayke to let him pass since he was leaning against the door on the driver’s side of the car without saying a word. Ayke takes the heavy bag from his hands and walks away to let him pass. Howie got into the car without a word nor a glance at them, not even a discreet glance.

He put the ignition on and started driving backward. Then he remembers ordering his children not to move; he went up the driveway the other way towards them, where he found them all sitting with the boys, who were trying to figure out why they were not moving.

He stopped the car, stuck his head out the window, and ordered them in a firm voice, "Get up and follow your uncles’ instructions. I don’t want anyone telling me you were naughty and rambunctious." he left the domain of the Morgensterns.

"Am I dreaming, or did he not even speak to you?" Ayke whispered to his brother as she watched the car drive away.

"If it was you, would you talk to me? His brother replies quietly, his head down without looking at the car disappearing on the horizon playing with the puppies who have regained their vitality.