I wake up to someone shaking my shoulder. "Mmm, Tim g'way."

Closing my eyes tighter, but they shake harder. 

"Justin." I hear a whisper in my ear. What the fuck? That's not Tim, it's my mom. What the hell is she doing in the bedroom. 

I crack an eye open and am met with oak wood. The events of the night flood back into my mind as I realize that I must have fallen asleep in the kitchen shortly after Tucker went to bed. I let out a yawn and sit up to look at her. Fuck! My neck is sore.

Smiling, she puts a mug in front of me. "Black, strong." 

The scent fills my nostrils and I can't resist and take a sip. "Mornng."

"Merry Christmas." She says and sits down next to me. "Rough night?"

Shrugging, I take another sip of my coffee. I don't want to deal with the inquisition at what time is it? 8:00 am? 

"Tucker told me about Tim and your little spat last night."

"It's nothing mom."

She puts down the cup she was just drinking. "Honey, it's not nothing. I find you sound asleep at the kitchen table. Now you were either waiting for Santa to come or you were avoiding going to bed. I highly doubt it was the first."

"It's nothing mom." I repeat. "Things are a little tough right now. They'll smooth out."

She sighs and pulls her robe tighter around her. "I won't pry. But I just want you to know that if you need me, I'm here."

"Thanks mom. By the way Merry Christmas back." 

Just then my sister decides to make her entrance. She's already showered and dressed. "Merry Christmas!" 

"Mol why the hell are you so up at 8 in the fucking morning. When I was 16 I was still asleep, and mom had to drag me out of bed so you could open your presents." I joke.

Molly shrugs. "I can't look bad around your boyfriend. He's hot. Granted not as hot as Brian."


"Who is?" I mumble into the black liquid not realizing what I had said until it came out of my mouth. 


Molly heard me and just smiles brightly. 

"I'm going to go take a shower." I tell no one imparticular and head up to the guest room. 

When I get there Tim is just getting up. He turns towards me. "I'm sorry."

Shrugging it off, I nod. "Nothing to be sorry about. We both said somethings that were stupid."

"Regardless, I didn't mean it." He adds sincerly.

I smile and grab a change of clothes. "I'm going to take a shower. Want to join me?"

"Hmm, I don't know." He smiles and grabs his clothes too.

I let him fuck me twice in the shower and once when we're getting dried off. For some reason I feel guilty and now know what it must be like for women sometimes; having to fake orgasms. It was easy to do in the shower. But I really had to almost force myself to have a real one when we got out of the water.

He was happy he got to fuck me and I was just happy he got it over with. That sounds terrible. I know. But I just haven't been in the mood lately.

Finally, we're both dressed and downstairs. Tucker and my mom are ready as well.

"Justin, your gran called and wants us to stop by for a little while. If that's okay I thought we'd stop there and then go to Debs." My mother asks me.

I turn to Tim who shrugs. "Sure." 

As Molly grabs Tims' arm and starts chattering on about embarassing stories involving me, Tucker hangs back.

"Get through today Justin. Then tomorrow you can decide what to do." He encourages.

I nod. "Thanks Tucker."