Free Marked by Grief by Caitlin Ricci Page A

give a shit what your mother said to you or why you think she hates you. She was wrong to say those things to you.
    And you're dead wrong if you think she isn't hurting just as much as you are."
    Kit could only stare at him, his mouth gaping open.
    "Now, get up. Cal your mother and tel her you are spending the night here. Nothing more, nothing less.
    If she says anything that hurts you, hand the phone to me. If she yels at you, you hand the phone to me. You don't let her hurt you or make you angry. You're going to do this because you are an adult and a responsible adult keeps their promises. I told her you would cal her if you were staying late. So you wil." With that Jason roled off of him and then grabbed Kit's hand to help him sit up.
    Kit silently picked up the phone. His hands were trembling but he could do this. He nodded. He had to do this. Jason hadn't moved from his side and his warmth was pressed against the length of Kit's leg.
    Jason would help keep him safe. He dialed.
    "Jason? Is that you again? Darling, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were lonely and missing me,"
    his mother said as she answered. She was giggling and he could hear other women talking in the background about making more margaritas. He hadn't heard her sound this happy since Christmas. She'd been drinking then too.
    "It's me," Kit said as he tightly shut his eyes. He didn't want to do this. Didn't want to hear her voice again. Not through a phone.
    The giggling stopped instantly. "Oh, wel…
    Helo, Kit."
    He gulped. "Hi."
    "You having fun?"
    That actualy brought a smile to his lips as he opened his eyes and looked at the line of leather instruments Jason had puled out. "Loads. Jason's showing me his toys." Beside him, Jason chuckled.
    "That's good… Very good."
    "I'm staying the night," Kit said quickly, getting to the point.
    "Al right. You boys have lots of fun." She hung up the phone, as eager to be done with him as he was with her.
    "We used to be close," Kit said as he handed the phone back to Jason.
    He nodded. "I remember. Death changes a lot of things, almost never for the better." He put his phone on the nightstand after turning it off.
    "You don't leave it on in case of cals?" Kit asked him, clearly surprised.
    Jason shook his head. "I'm with you right now.
    Nothing is important enough to interrupt that." Kit felt a flutter in his bely. No one had ever said that to him before. He'd never been first. "Stand up and take your pants off."
    Kit looked up at him, startled. But Jason just looked back at him expectantly. "Go on."
    He swalowed thickly as he forced his legs to work. He stood, wobbled, but managed to stay upright.
    He started going toward the bathroom but a sharp word from Jason halted him. "Stay where you are."
    Kit felt himself go red. Jason wanted to watch.
    He'd never been watched before, not like this. They'd al changed before at the gym or at the swimming pool.
    But it wasn't anything like this. He felt exposed and raw.
    What if Jason didn't like what he saw? What if he was too smal? Kit fidgeted and shifted on his feet.
    "I'm waiting," Jason reminded him.
    Kit forced himself to look up at him. This was Jason. He could do this. He took a deep breath and made his hands go to the button of his jeans. Did Jason like it when guys went slowly? Or fast? Should he tease him first? Kit didn't know how to tease. At this point he barely knew how to stay standing as he saw Jason's cheeks flush with desire. He wanted to be good for him.
    He wished he hadn't stopped eating regularly. He looked much better with more weight on him. And if he'd worked out a little, that would have been great too.
    His fingers worked on the button, struggling as his hands shook. Finaly he got it open and slid down the zipper. He wasn't wearing underwear. He never did.
    And although he knew that Jason could barely see anything right now, he felt nearly naked as he stood there.
    And Jason just kept looking at him. There was no encouragement, but no