Chapter 87 87

Chapter 87 87
“Dre— i, I don’t know what happened or what to do or— “

“breathe…” Andre kisses him softly. several gentle pecks. smiling into it when he feels the frantic breathing steady. 

"I’m disgusting right now, why don’t you come sit in the bathroom while I shower and tell me what happened?” Dylan nods and follows him.

He tries to enjoy the sight of Andre’s toned body covered in sweat. even brushes his fingers over his stomach and sighs. 

He’s so fucking lucky. 

But he’s so damn stressed. 

He can’t fully enjoy it.

Andre drops a kiss to his forehead before jumping behind the curtain. he opens it a tiny bit on the side closest to where Dylan sits on the counter, “what happened? I thought you were having a great day.”

“i was… we were …it, it was really nice. I ate breakfast with your dad and then, you know we went to the mall but…Andre my card got declined.”

“Huh? How is that possible? Is it because you’re in another state? sometimes you have to notify them!”

Dylan groans, “that’s what I thought but when I checked my app, it’s all gone. my checking and savings are both drained.” the shower curtain flings open. there’s soap dripping from his messy hair as Andre growls, “do not fucking tell me where I think this story is going—“

“I don't know…” Dylan shakes his head…”my service was bad in the store so I couldn’t load the transaction history and I've been too terrified to look since getting home.”

Andre doesn’t say a word. He finishes showering. presses so many hot kisses to Dylan’s mouth he feels dizzy and nearly falls off of the counter if not for the way those hands steady him then Andre whispers, “let’s go. my mom should be home.” and he’s right.

Denis and Henry are both already at the table. She has a laptop in front of her and a determined look on her face. It's an hour of phone calls and identity verification and bouncing around before they finally get through to someone that can give them answers.

A kind man, who sounds terrified under Denis' questioning , explains that the joint owner on the account had it liquidated into another account. claiming they were consolidating and moving banks. the joint owner. 

Dylan scoffs. 

His fucking mother.

it’s his own fault for never making the time to set up an account on his own outside of her.

But he also never thought she would completely drain him of everything he’s earned. Not when she’s sitting on more money than she could spend in a lifetime. So why?!

He listens to Denis demand a reversal but because his name is nowhere on the other account, he’s fucked. There is absolutely nothing he can do.

its all gone. everything he’s worked for.

just like that.

Andre’s arms wrapping over him from behind are the only thing keeping him from bursting into tears. And the way Denis is relentless. 

He’s not sure entirely what she just had the guy send to her but her eyes are fierce when they land on his, 

“Do you have access to your pay stubs? from both the hospital and your job at school?”

“The hospital has direct deposits. The cafe gives me paper checks.”

“I need you to contact both jobs and get as much information as you can on your deposits for the last six months. Can you do that for me by the end of this week? the sooner the better.” He nods unconsciously tracing the lines of Andre’s palm where it rests in his lap.

“Don’t worry, honey. One of two things are going to happen, either every single penny you had will be returned immediately. or your mother will be sued and fined. returning your money and serving jail time.” His entire body shivers. 

This summer has turned into a nightmare

Dylan wishes he had proper words. But the uncomfortable lump in his throat makes it impossible. Andre speaks easily, “thank you guys for helping with this. i’ll help Dylanie get everything you need.”

Henry smiles softly, “Andre do you still have both cards mom and I gave you your freshman year for emergencies?”

“yeah, I don't ever touch them.”

“okay, give one to Dylan. He needs to have something for emergencies as well.”

Dylan freezes. 

It's just not okay. 

He can't and he won't. 

But Henry must see his turmoil because her gaze is kind yet pointed, “please just let us do this for you, okay? it’s not a matter of want. It's a necessity. At some point you’re going to have to stop beating yourself up because people care for you.”

Dylan nods and offers a smile but he still just feels shocked. 

He never imagined all of this would happen. and if he didn't have Andre or his parents…. what the fuck would he do?

Both of Andre’s parents begin preparing dinner while Andre takes Dylan by the hand to his bedroom.

He mentally prepares himself to be bombarded with questions he doesn’t have answers for but instead 

Andre sits on the edge of his bed, long legs extended and he leans back on his arms with a sexy smile on his face."I want to see what all is in that giant bag.”

Dylan’s eyes fall to the shopping bag on the floor.

He slowly starts pulling things out when Andre tsks, 

“no, baby, I want you to model them for me. did you even try them on in the store?”

“no, i…i just assumed—“

“Well, get to it then.” Andre’s eyes are burning but Dylan knows what he’s doing. 

He makes his way to the bed and straddles that lap, hands latched onto Andre’s neck, “you don’t have to distract me from myself. I'm okay. I'm here with you. this shit fucking sucks and I still don’t think I deserve everything your parents are doing…but I'm okay.”

“Maybe a part of it is a distraction” Andre kisses him hotly, fingers digging into Dylan’s hips. “but most of it is me wanting to see you try on new things. humor me, won’t you?”

“You're ridiculous..” he laughs sweetly. 

Dylan doesn’t entirely understand the effect Andre has on him…why it’s so easy for everything to melt away when he’s in these arms.

But he loves it too much to question it any further.

Getting ready for bed…for the first full night of sleep since they got here…has Dylan feeling a million different things at once. 

Maybe a bigger part of him should be concerned about what happened today at the store…but for some reason he just doesn’t have the energy to give a fuck right now.

Digging through all of the things he bought, he picks out something he specifically thought would be perfect to sleep in simply sleeping no ulterior motives.

Crawling into bed where his boyfriend is propped up watching funny videos on his phone, Dylan isn’t at all burning with excitement as he curls up next to him. arm flung over Andre’s stomach and bending one knee so he can rest it atop of Andre’s body cuddling him as fully as possible.

Maybe he loves cuddling in this position the most because one of Andre’s hands immediately find their way to his thigh–curling around it and tugging it closer. 

But it’s the curious way that hand rides up his thigh that has Dylan’s skin tingling.

Especially when all Andre finds is more skin, gliding his gentle touch further and further, until finally reaching the soft fabric of Dylan’s briefs. 

They're shorter than usual and so unbelievably smooth. 

Andre’s hand glides over his hip and takes a greedy handful of his ass, “ god damn, are these new?” his breath is already labored.

Dylan mumbles a quiet “yeah.” feeling tingles everywhere as Andre drops his phone to the side table, turning all of his attention exactly where Dylan wanted it. on himself.

The hand that was on his ass carefully rises up warmly rubbing against the small of his back as Andre turns his head to connect their lips, “you feel so good. love having you next to me.”

“i love being here with you.”

“no shirt?” Andre smirks, an understanding gasp rolling off his tongue when his fingers find the hem of the cropped cotton tank Dylan slipped on. 

“So you set out to kill me? that’s what this is?”

“I would never…” Dylan bites down on his lip. did he set out to maybe earn some extra attention before they sleep? it’s possible, but it’s not a crime to be needy! especially not when Andre caters to those needs so well. large hand stretching over Dylan’s entire stomach, rubbing softly before grasping at his waist and tugging him on top of his body.

Dylan leans into his neck, whining softly, “really missed you.”

“I was thinking about you all day.” Andre groans, hands moving from where they were gripping at Dylan’s waist to glide down over his ass they come to a complete stop just beneath it grasping at the back of his thighs and squeezing, “can’t believe I get to have you in my bed every night, fuck .”

The way Andre kisses him with as much urgency as the very first time he ever did, brings Dylan right back to that wonderful place where he imagines what the next twenty years might look like. and if they’re anything like this? he genuinely can’t wait.