I got dressed, wearing my black suit and black button-down that I had stored here a while ago. This suit was tailored to hold my Glock 9 17-round mags, which made it easier for me maneuver when I was in a tight spot. I also attached a Sig P365 to my ankle. Why? I knew, beyond a doubt, that Marcus would expect me to be armed. What I was counting on, was for him to not expect Kai to have a weapon.
I stuffed a Barretta 3032 Tomcat in my pocket for him. It's so small, that I'd be able to stash it in his waistband and make it as unnoticeable as possible. If I played my cards right, we'd have a backup in case things went bad.
Hell, I was expecting them to.
I made a pot of coffee; hearing Kai finally arrive out of the bathroom. I half hoped he'd be ready within 15 minutes, but when the time dragged on, I got annoyed enough to check on him. I honestly wanted to call his name, maybe do something normal like ask if he wanted some coffee, but normalcy wasn't in my vocabulary anymore.
I brought my coffee cup, sipping it, trying to calm down my nerves as I walked toward the bedroom. That's when I saw Kai, fiddling with the buttons for his shirt. At least he had his socks and pants on...
I set down my coffee mug on the dresser, sighing, as I took Kai's shirt in my hands: taking over.
"Look like the roles have reversed," I said, trying some small talk, "because when we were younger, you were the one dressing me."
"Y...yea."
I got a small smile out of that, which somehow lifted my mood. I know he was scared, I understood that. I also get that maybe I could've been more comforting...or at least in the way he wanted. Yet, somehow, by helping Kai, I felt a bit more at ease around him. It was almost as if we had gone back to just being boys...back to being in Kai's house without a care in the world.
When I finished, I pulled out the Barretta from my pocket, opening one of the drawers to grab a concealed holster. Kai seemed to stiffen a bit, as I took out a belt, configuring the gun to him. I knew he had never shot a gun, or used one. He spoke about his father enjoying quail hunting with his buddies, but he never wanted to use one. Something about his father threatening his mother with a gun when he was younger.
Kai always seemed strong to me...but inside, he was just as damaged as I was.
"Wh...why are you giving me a gun?" Kai squeaked, unsure of himself.
"It's not for you," I said, pulling his belt tight as I slipped the Barretta into his holster, "It's for me."
"You?!"
"Yea," I tucked in Kai's shirt, making sure that the gun wasn't noticeable, "they're going to search me, but I'm betting that they won't search you."
"Why wouldn't they?! And do you think we're going to be ambushed?!"
"Because you're the president's son...and I'll give them a reason not to," I reached for Kai's blue suit jacket, handing it to him to put on, "and yes. Just follow my lead and watch for my cues."
"But, Max" Kai started, I could already see the fear in his eyes as I took the tie he left on top of the drawer, "I...I don't know if I can..."
"You can." I said, slipping the tie around his collar and tying it.
His hands slipped to my belt, as he looked down at the ground, "Max...there has..."
I put Kai's collar down, lifting his head up to mine so I could look him in the eyes. It bothered me...all of this. All the time I hated Kai, it was because of his smug attitude, his cockiness, that look in his eye that made you feel small. It was that lack of humanity, that even though it hurt me...made me question the tender moments we shared, that still drew me to him. For some reason, as much as I hated to admit it...even to Roy, that's what made me want to fuck him raw.
So, seeing Kai like this...reminding me of when I was young, lost, frail...made my insides burn in agitation. I wanted the boy I so blindly loved to come back.
"There has to be another way..."
I grabbed Kai's tie, pulling him into me as I kissed him. He wasn't expecting that, his grip on my belt tightening to balance himself. I grabbed the back of his head with my free hand, entering his mouth as he grabbed my sides: sliding his hands under my suit jacket and onto my back. Something in him changed, between his moans, as he pushed me into the dresser. I exhaled, honestly not thinking he'd have the strength to move me. His leg slid in-between my legs, his tongue taking hold of mine, as I moved my fingers through his hair.
That a boy.
It wasn't until he moved his leg into my crotch that I grabbed a hold of his locks, pulling him harshly off me. I stared into those eyes...the one of lust...power, as he exhaled roughly. He knew, at that moment, that he hadn't earned that privilege.
I let him go, moving up from where he held me, "I need you to make this work, Kai. I need the boy I fell in love with, the one who didn't fear the world around him."
Kai wiped the spit from his lips, combing back his hair to undue the mess that I had made. He sighed, finally looking away from me. He knew I was right...if he showed up looking like a pitiful mess, he wouldn't help our cause. I needed him sharp, witty...I needed that narcicisstic asshole.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Shoot," I said, digging my hands in my pocket as I motioned for him to follow me.
"Do you think you'll ever love me again?"
I let that way on me. Its honestly something I'd wondered before. But my best answer was...
"Give me a reason to."