Challenge (MxM) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Twenty Two Pt.2- Parents

Chapter Twenty Two-

Noel

The night flies by pretty fast really, and when we eventually make it back to Dax's penthouse, Fabian is there waiting with a worried look.

"Mr.Whitlock, we have a small issue. I tried to get them to leave, but I knew that you wouldn't want to cause a scene and they threatened to make a big deal of it. I tried calling you, but your cell went straight to voicemail and you weren't at the office-"

Dax sighs and straightens the tie on his suit while I just look at the two of them. We changed back into our normal clothes, so Dax is in a gray suit and I'm wearing a sweater and jeans.

"Great, well I guess I'll handle them. Sorry to make you do all of this. I should really get an actual security guard." Dax mentions before shaking his head and turning the knob. "You're free for now Fabian. I'll call you if I need anything."

"Of course, Mr.Whitlock. Enjoy your night."

When we walk in, the warm scent of fresh cooking reaches my nose, making me smile as my mouth practically waters. What ruins it, is a woman's voice squealing.

"My baby! What took you so long? Your father said that you'd get home much earlier, and I wanted all of us to have a nice dinner."

She rushes over to wrap her arms around Dax, kissing one cheek and then the other before glancing at me. I give her a little smile, but she completely ignores me to turn and start talking to Dax again as if I'm not here at all.

"Your father and I have been talking about the future of the company, and I know that you've done so well on your own, but he won't be able to handle all of this once he's old and needs to retire. He's always wanted to pass it on to you, and you know that, sweetie."

"I don't agree with his conditions, so he can take his company and shove it up his-"

"Watch your language."

"I'm a grown man, and this is my house. I can say whatever I want to, mom." He argues, taking my hand to lead me into his dining room where his father is already seated.

His mother follows us, sitting next to his father while Dax sighs. "What are you doing here?"

"We wanted to have a nice dinner with you, baby."

"Don't coddle him. He's an adult." His father nags, making me roll my eyes.

"Right, well this is Noel. He's my boyfriend." Dax introduces, and I smile at them, knowing already that they won't like me. Then again, that just means I've got nothing to lose.

"Hello. I wish I could say it's a pleasure to meet you, but we all know that would be lying." I admit, sitting across from his mother before getting for him to sit next to me.

There's only 3 plates, but Dax and I are used to sharing a plate of food anyway, so I don't mind. Maybe he can feed me in front of them to piss them off more.

"Well, isn't he a rude one." His mother mumbles, making me shrug.

Dax looks at all of us before sitting down. "This is going to be a disaster."

"It wouldn't be if you'd just let go of this ridiculous rebellion. I want to give you the company, Dax. All you have to do-"

"Is just marry a woman and have a kid. I'm gay. Is that not getting through your thick skull? I like men, so how, pray tell, do you expect me to have a child with a woman?" Dax argues, rolling his eyes, which makes his father scoff.

"You don't like women because you haven't tried, Dax. Have you even had s*x with a woman? How do you know you aren't attracted to them if you've never done that?"

"How do you know you're not attracted to men? Have you ever had s*x with one."

"Don't be disgusting."

"Then don't be stupid. I'm not marrying a woman, and I'm not having kids. You can keep your company because I don't want it. I have Whitlock Enterprises, and that will grow into something you could only dream of, father."

"It's so incredibly humorous how ungrateful you are. Do you realize that you'd be nothing without me. Without my name on your back, and without the life I've given you, you'd be nothing."

"That is such bullshit!" Dax shouts at him. "I got to where I am on my own! You haven't done s**t for me. All you ever did was make me doubt and question myself. All you did was instill hate in me and brainwash me into doing what you wanted, and the second I started doing what I wanted, you physically and emotionally abused me for it, so don't you dare sit there and tell me that I'm ungrateful."

"No matter how much you hate me, you are my son. You are a Whitlock, and that will never change. That's the name you have because of me. That's the title you have because of me. You were a stupid kid who started down the wrong path and all I ever did was fix you."

"You didn't want to fix me! You wanted to change me. You don't like that I'm gay, so you do anything you can to try to ruin it for me. Well it won't work. I love Noel, and I'm not leaving him just because you want me to have a kid." Dax insists, and his father glares.

"It's your job as my son to have a child. Don't you want an heir? Another Whitlock to come after you? Why would you end your own bloodline just for some stupid child who managed to w***e his way into your bed?"

I go to comment, but Dax beats me to it. "Don't talk about him like that. He is everything to me, and Honestly, it's not even for him. I don't want kids. Why would I continue your bloodline, when all It's done is cause me trouble?"

"Dax-"

"No. You think that you can take credit for my successes just because your sperm produced me? Are you stupid? I'm the one who worked my ass off to get a degree. I'm the one who started building my business with no f*****g help from you, and I'm the one who made it into what it is now. I have never taken anything from you, nor have I ever asked for anything from you. You don't get credit for the person I've become or the things I've achieved. Now get out."

"Honey, can we at least-"

"No. Get out of my house. Both of you. I don't want you here. If you want to have a family dinner, then we can plan one around my schedule where this will not be one of the topics of discussion along with any of my exes, my gayness, or anything else that will make me upset."

Dax's parents both stand and his father storms out with a few more comments. "It's ridiculous that you'd pick some damn slut over your legacy. You are such an ignorant child, Dax!"

His mother just pouts and looks at him as if she's waiting for him to change his mind. "Dax, sweetheart."

"Go away, mom. I know you don't accept me anymore than he does, so stop pretending."

"Oh, that's not true, baby. I support you."

"You haven't even said a word to Noel since we got here. If you support me then show it."

"I said I support you, honey. That doesn't mean that I support your choices."

"It's not a choice. Even if it was, nobody would choose that. Why would we choose to be treated like s**t? Why would we choose to get teased and ridiculed for loving who we love? Nobody chooses to be gay, because if it was a choice, everyone would choose the alternative where we don't get treated like s**t for no reason." I explain, and yet again, she ignores me.

"Well, I'll plan a dinner for us some other time. You could come alone then, or maybe with a nice girl." She offers, making Dax sigh.

I can tell that he's annoyed, but I'm way more than that. I'm pissed, and all I want at this point is to make her acknowledge me. I f*****g hate being ignored.

"Right, well as a bisexual man, I have f****d my fair share of women. Probably over 30 girls if I'm being honest, and I can vouch that a guys ass feels at least 3 times better that a girls cooch, so maybe that's why your son is a raging homosexual."

"Noel-" Dax starts, but I ignore him and keep going. She's going to pay attention to me whether she wants to or not.

"Or maybe it's that you were just so unappealing as a woman that growing up with you around turned him away from females all together. Though, this last theory is my favorite. I bet there was a small chance that he'd 'find the right girl' and end up marrying her and knocking her up to give you a s**t ton of grandkids, but then he met me. I'm just so f*****g fantastic in bed that he can't imagine being with anyone other than me. Let's be honest, no girl can please him like I can. Trust me, I can keep him going all night long whereas a chick would probably tap out after a few rounds. Next time you show up uninvited, go upstairs and check the third room on the right, and you'll see exactly what I mean."

She turns her head to look at me as her cheeks flush and she opens and closes her mouth a few times like a fish out of water.

"Cat got your tongue?" I snap at her.

Maybe I went a little overboard, but Dax knows me. I warned him on the first day that I'm an attention w***e and I'm going to be noticed wether it's in a good way or bad way. Though, part of me hopes she doesn't really look in our playroom. I know Dax doesn't want that.

"You are such a disgusting and vulgar child. Your parents should've taught you better."

"My parents left when I was 9. Though, I think absentee parents are better than abusers."

"I never laid a hand on my son."

"You watched your husband do it for years and you didn't say a word, so stop acting all innocent when we both know that you're just as bad as he was."

She huffs in frustration and turns to leave, screaming a comment before she steps out. "Well wasn't this a great family dinner!"

She slams the door, making me cross my arms and pout. I complain about my parents all the time, but at least I always had my siblings. Dax has nobody. Maybe back then he had Andrew, but anyone can see the way Dax pushes people away now. He doesn't even like Andrew coming over.

"You shouldn't have said anything, Noel. You only made it worse."

"They're toxic people who verbally and emotionally abuse you, and I don't like them coming here. You deserve better than that." I complain, and he sighs, wrapping his arms around my waist to kiss my cheek.

"I'm okay with not speaking to my father, but I can't just ignore my mom, Noel."

"She's not a good person."

"She's not like he is. I swear."

"She's exactly like he is, Dax. Can't you see that? Allowing abuse is the same as doing the abusing. She let him hurt you."

Dax sighs and kisses me again. "I don't want to talk about it. How about we just eat?"

We sit at the table in silence while we eat. We end up sharing his plate, and he'll feed me bites before taking one for himself. It continues like that until the plate is gone.

"You don't want kids?" I ask randomly, thinking back to what he said while they were arguing.

"Do you have a womb?"

"No."

"Then no."

"We could adopt, or get a surrogate. Candace offered for me to use her eggs plenty of times just in case I wanted the baby to look like me." I suggest, starting to think more. I'm not a fan of other people's kids, but I'm great with my siblings and I always saw myself becoming a dad eventually.

"And when do you think we'd do that? I'm already 26, and you're only 18. You don't even want to get married until you're 21 and by that time I'll be 29. I don't want to get a kid as soon as we're married, so then we'd wait a few years. We'd adopt when I'm 32 or 33? I don't want a teenager because I'm not going to be able to deal with a kid who's already f****d up mentally. Let's say we adopt a baby or a toddler, and that's an 18 year commitment at the earliest, so then I'd be in my 50's by the time they move out? I don't want to be 50 before I can move on with my life." He explains, making me frown. It seems like he's trying to find reasons for it not to work.

"You're dad was right about the kid thing though. Obviously you don't want his company, but what about yours? All that hard work just goes to someone else when you retire?"

"It goes to Andrew when I retire or if I die."

"Then what's the point of calling it Whitlock enterprises?"

"Do you really want kids that bad?"

"Well, I've always wanted to have kids, and I always thought I'd have a lot of time to decide when. If it's better for you to do it soon then we could just get married next year and have kids when I'm 20 or 21."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not having kids with a child."

The comment stings like a smack to the face. I know that I'm not always the most mature, but I'm not a child. He sees how I am around my siblings. He knows I can be responsible.

"Right, then if I'm such a child, then that makes you a pedo, doesn't it, Dax?"

"Strike one."

"No. You don't get to say stupid s**t and then threaten me to make me shut up. You can be a real d**k sometimes."

"Strike two."

"And what happens when we get to strike three, huh?" I taunt, crossing my arms over my chest while taking a step towards him.

"I punish you."

"You can't punish me."

"And what makes you think that you can stop me?"

"Because any power or authority you have over me is because I give it to you, and I don't think you deserve it right now, so no, you can't punish me. If you try to, I'll use my safeword." I respond.

I notice the irritation on his face, but he just steps back and gestures to the door. "Get out."

My eyes widen, and I feel them start to water too, but I ignore it to glare at him. "Are you f*****g kidding me? You so obsessed with control that the one time I don't give it to you, you want to kick me out? I'm not f*****g leaving Dax."

"Why not? I don't want you here right now, and you clearly don't want to be here, so what's the f*****g point?"

"The point is that I love you, you piece of s**t, and you love me, and I'm not leaving just because we're having an argument, so suck up your damn pride and stop whining like a baby!" I shout at him, walking closer to put my face in his chest, finally letting my tears fall when I know he can't see them.

I don't cry a lot. I've always thought that it was stupid to cry because it never really fixed anything, and after having enough siblings you start to develop a thick skin when it comes to name calling, but it really sucks when it's someone you love.

The person I want to spend my life with called me a child. If he was bothered by my personality then he should've just said so so we didn't waste all this time just to find out that he things my childishness is stupid or annoying. That's really why he doesn't want kids with me?

I'm not always like this. I have to be so mature and responsible when I'm taking care of the kids and doing stuff for them, so when I get to be around Dax and he's doing all the adult stuff, it's easier for me to relax and not worry so much about being mature and responsible, but if I knew he didn't like it then I wouldn't have done it so much.

I sniffle and reach my hands up to wipe my tears before pulling away and glaring at him. "If you're annoyed by how I act then you should've just said so. For someone who values communication so much, you sure are terrible at it."

I turn before he can answer and start to walk up the steps, making him groan.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"My room. I don't feel like sleeping in the bed with you right now." I admit, walking up the rest of the steps to walk to my bedroom.

I hate sleeping in here. I still remember him saying that he didn't like sleeping in the bed with his subs. Well now he doesn't have to.

I undress and get under the covers with a sigh. We've never argued like that before. I'm not apologizing either, so he better come to his senses and apologize or we're never going to work this out. It's scary though.

I love Dax, but if I didn't know his feelings about having a kid then how many other things don't I know. Is there something else that's even worse than this? What if we argue about something that could actually break us up?

I don't think I could handle not having him around anymore. I really do love him.