Not In Commision - Read: Tasting Jeremy 2.0

Chapter Nineteen (19)

Matthews p.o.v

"Thanks dad." I smiled at Owen and Tyler, moving from my seat beside Jeremy to go and drop the plate in the kitchen before heading out of the dining area to the stairs where I sat halfway up, Jeremy on my heels.

"I'm going to pretend you weren't glaring at my sons back." Tyler dead panned, his voice hard.

He was pissed. No, he was beyond pissed.

I had called them when they were obviously in the middle of something and told them about this guy claiming to be Owens dad and how he wouldn't leave the property. I felt as if it was just minutes later before Tyler and Owen were home.

Owen, being well mannered, invited Gregory to stay for the night--after he started cooking to his fathers request--only to have Gregory flinch and glance around the table as he declined, as if he was scared to sleep in a house full of gays.

Tyler was trying his hardest. I'll give him that, through all the glares, and basically potty mouth Gregory was sporting, he kept it cool, but ridged.

Jeremy as well as I could feel the tension and anger rolling off of him in waves. Then again, who wouldn't. Your husbands dead beat father showed up at your door step and wouldn't leave the property until he saw his son.

He was like a ticking time bomb, and Owen could only smile at him enough to keep him calm for so long. No matter how many, not so secret bad squeezes they did under the table could contain the beast Tyler was struggling to remain locked up.

Tyler was thee alpha male, and this man was crossing boundaries nobody should cross with the alphas family. Tyler's hair fell across his face giving his eyes a darker look than they already held. Being in the same room as him to eat a quickly prepped meal was scary, even for the short duration.

"Owen," Gregory completely ignored Tyler, "Im sorry about your mother, but I've come to offer you a deal."

"Are you stupid?" It was Tyler, "His mother, and my mother in-law died! And you are trying to offer him a deal?"

"Why are you here?" Gregory sighed, "I have nothing to say to you. I'm trying to speak to my son."

Arms wrapped around my waist but I easily ignore them.

"Wrong. You are trying to speak to my husband."

"I don't care what he is to you!" Gregory hissed.

Something being slammed on the table startled me, "Don't you go there." Tyler warned. I could faintly hear Owen telling Tyler to calm down.

"Anyway. I came here because I would like for you to come live with me." Gregory said, seeming to easily ignore Tyler. "I'll pay for everything, including your mothers
Funeral costs. I just... I just want my son back."

Peaking over the edge of the wall, Jeremy went under me and peaked as well.

"He didn't have the right to say that I'm guess by the look on your face."

"Damn right." I hissed, how could he say that! He wants his son back? He had never known his son in the first place.

"You don't have the right." Tyler hissed, sitting up from his seat in the table, "I don't know who you think you are, that you could just come into my house at night and demand to see my husband."

"How much times do I have to tell you! I'm his father! I don't know who you are, calling yourself a father of a kid that you didn't even help conceive! Yet take him away from his parents! I don't know who you are! Raising him to be like you!"

Scoffing, I stood, ignoring Jeremy's hisses as I walked back into the kitchen. Trying to ignore the sting in my chest about what he said. He was wrong, they were my fathers. Even if they didn't conceive me... Right?

"Matthew, go back to your room." Owen said softly.

"Who do you think you are to Owen? To us? You havent been in his life since he was a preteen! You are nothing but a scum that thrives to be able to be called a father that hasn't even been in his sons life!" I huffed, my face flushed red as I pointed an accusing finger at him.

"More than twenty years." Tyler added.

"Boys..." Owen pleaded.

"No, your talking about my dad?" I scoffed at the older man, "My dad wouldn't leave my mother! Sure they were probably pot heads or something and would treat me way worse than I could ever imagine. But you, you of all people can shut up. You shouldn't be able to be called a father! Do you know what happened to Owen!" My face felt red.

"Matthew..." Tyler stood from his seat.

"No! No! After all that Owen has told me... I just can't. I have no respect for you."

"For me? What about this man that has been keeping you from your parents?"

Biting my lip so my heart could some how handle the hurt, I shot back, "Who said I wanted to see my parents? They got rid of me, didn't they."

"Have you ever wondered why--"

"Shut the hell up, you little shit." Tyler seethed, "Don't you dare attack my son with your bullshit."

"Don't tell me to shut up! Owen is coming with me!"

"No!" Tyler yelled, "He is staying here!"

"With all of you? You wish!" Gregory scoffed, "You already brainwashed him enough!"

"I didn't do shit! You think he has something wrong with him! Where the fuck where you when he was fifteen fucking years old? When he was in his fucking bath and tried to kill himself!"

Owen gasped, "Tyler!"

"When he nearly got beat to death and needed a transfusion?" Tyler took a deep breath, but not to cool himself off, "When he couldn't sleep worth shit at night because he would wake up with the shakes!"

Owen looked at me, embarrassed almost. "Tyler... Please."

Pointing at Owen, Tyler continued, "You have no right at all to be here, in my house. My property, trying to get my husband to leave with you. If you think you, of all people can make him leave me, us, his family." He pointed to everyone in the room, including Jeremy who was standing by the stairs, "You are screwed up." He finished.

Gregory glared, "My son. My property!"

Tyler looked livid, but it was Owen who spoke up, "I think it would be best if he left." He said, his voice levelled.

Gregory looked taken back, looking toward Tyler, than me hatefully. It was fairly easy to ignore, until he started to go off about my sexual orientation--not Owen or Tyler's, just mine--then how he was glad I wasn't a Randy, or Micheal, because I would be a disgrace to the family, and how if he was my biological father he would put me up for adoption as well.

My heart swelled and tears leaked from my eyes, and from there on everything seemed to happen in a blur. Nobody had ever said that to me before.

Owen was in front of me holding my ears and whispering... Or trying to, I was stumbling as I took two unsteady steps back and my legs crumpled, but I didn't fall and hit the wall or floor because Tyler caught me from behind and placed me down gently.

Tyler reached forward to give Owen a kiss on the forehead before picking me up and carrying me to my room.

The second I was in my bed I didn't stop the tears that fell.

I knew that I was being rude and impolite but he didn't have to say all those things to me. Especially about my biological parents, whoever they are.

"Baby?" Owen smoothed my hair back and placed a cup of hot tea on my nightstand.

"Where is Jeremy?" I asked, I didn't want him to see me like this.

"In the living room with Tyler. Are you ok?"

"It's whatever." I shrugged, hiccuping.

"It's not 'whatever', he had no right to say those things to you. You are Tyler and I's son, no matter what anyone says. Our names are on your birth certificate, and we were there when you were born." He said sternly.

Leaning forward Owen pressed his lips to my forehead, he pulled away to caress my cheek and smile.

"Thanks... And I'm sorry if I scared your dad away."

Letting out a light chuckle he shook his head, "Thank you for standing up for me or else I might have done something stupid."

"It's just he was saying things about me... And you... And I didn't think..."

Shaking his head he wrapped his arms around me, "You had every right. I'm proud of you. Thank you."

Resting against my pillow I slung my arm over my eyes, "Is it true?"

"What?" I heard my door open, then softly close.

"About my parents?"

I moved my arm away from my eyes just enough to see Tyler place a hand on Owens shoulder, he had a exhausted look on his face and with the way the outside light shined in the window you could see a darkened spot on his neck.

"If you want to see your parents, all you have to do is ask. Your old enough now." Tyler said, gently rubbing Owens shoulder.

"But... Um..." Owen reached forward and grabbed me by the hand, "Your... Your not leaving me." He chuckled softly, wiping under his eyes.

"I don't even know." I sighed, I didn't feel like complete shit, but I felt bad to an extent. My head was just overflowing with emotions.

"You don't have to pick now sweetheart." Owen quickly told me, "We will all talk tomorrow after breakfast or supper."

I looked up at then confused, "You mean your not going to the cabin?"

Tyler nodded, "Well I'm going to go to bed," grabbing my head lightly, he leaned forward and kissed my forehead, "Goodnight Matthew."

"Goodnight." I smiled, repeating the same for Owen when he ran his palm over my forehead and kissing my hairline.

"I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready." He informed, standing up himself and smoothing out his silk pyjama pants and shirt.

Nodding, I rolled over in my bed throwing an arm over my head, sighing contently when my light was turned out.

My mind easily drifted to unconsciousness when Jeremy wrapped himself around me.
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So Gregory huuuuuuh?

I felt like there was a lot happening in this chapter. But that's alright.

Ummm, couple questions tho. Ahold I expand this more or just leave it? Cause I thought of this bomb idea but I dunno if ill add to much into Matthew and it will just be to much. But I don't want to write anymore with these characters. So... Let me know or something.

And other than all the bad grammar, Enjoyyyyyyyyy!