Jared laughed and kissed Nathan, the two sharing the kiss for a good minute before the boy ran off to grab his things. His love for Nathan was different, something serious but not as serious as what he felt for Tony. Speaking of the devil, the man smiled taking the hand and stood up "Thanks. And maybe there is. . . I'm trying to adopt again. Since I'm officially retired and can actually look after a child as single parent. . . you think you might be able be our therapist. I know Nat said something about you guys moving so if you can't, I understand." he smiled softly.
Every time he tried to speak the boy could only moan, groan, or yelp from being snipped at. Becoming flustered the boy pouted, looking down to his lover as he opened his mouth to say something when the man nipped at his neck. Shaking he leaned further back on the table, his face a bright red as his legs shook. Tony was like a puppet master, he could pull any string and make the boy do what he wanted. "We sh-aaaa. . ." he moaned again. Falling back onto the table to the boy twisted and turned, biting down on his lip and gripping the edge of the table. He knew how much Tony enjoyed watching his body, and thus he had began to stop covering himself up when he could.
"Be---ee. . . eee. . . aa. . ." he weakly whimpered. Now only clothed in his dress shirt and a sock, the boy tilted his head back "C-curtains. . ." he muttered out. The curtains were slightly opened to the kitchen, but no one could look in unless they stood on the trashcan outside. Truthfully, he was just trying to caught his breath and the curtains were the perfect excuse.
The ride home for Nathan was both exciting and terrifying. Would someone see them? Would someone put this whole puzzle together and he'd be taken away? Could they return to their old life with some added happiness of a extended family?
Once back at Tony's place, the boy brought his pets in, taking a deep breath before turning to Tony and offering a bright smile. There were no words needed, he was happy to be home.
The pictures of them were missing, as to be expected, and it was true that many of his paintings where down. The dogs took their spot by the fireplace and Nathan began to walk around. Trying to get his bearings after being away for months.
Going up stairs he paused for a moment before turning to the opposite of their bedroom. Instead he headed to the bedroom which still had a lock on the outside. He stepped in for a moment and paused. It had changed. His old drawings where covered up, not to mention the bed he had been chained to in the early days had been replaced. He took a slow stroll around the bedroom. His old station was there, and he noticed a few scratches he had made at those nights when he would try to tear up the floor board.
Nathan could remember the last Christmas he was in here, mostly in the day as to keep Tony at bay of his problem. He then turned his attention to the hall closet. Walking over he opened it quickly and for a reason, unknown to Nathan himself, his heart drop. All that evidence, all those memories were eased. It looked like it had always been a closet. No scratches on the wall, the door looked brand new, and there was even a light now. Why did this upset Nathan.
". . ." the boy looked to their bedroom and walked over. Laying on the bed he sighed softly and held to his pillow. He began to relax, hugging the pillow tightly as he was happy to see at least their bedroom hadn't changed much.