I have the right to this 2

Chapter 2: Resistance

Summary:
"Your parents love you, Jake," Brig replies. "They love you just the way you are, not like other families that..."
Jake suddenly remembers why his boyfriend isn't by his side, comforting him and protecting him from the disgusting obligations of biological reproduction.
"What did your brother want?"
"The same as my father twenty years ago," Brig replies in a venomous tone. 

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Part 6 of: The Lies We Told Each Other

Fandoms: Top Gun (Movies), Thunderheart (1992), Suits (US TV 2011)

Relationships: Brigham "Harvard" Lennox/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Sarah Kazansky/Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Rick "Hollywood" Neven/Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe

Characters: Brigham "Harvard" Lennox, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Sarah Kazansky, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe, Rick "Hollywood" Neven, Ray Levoi, Harvey Specter, Mike Ross, Original Adult Character(s), Original Child Character(s)

Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Trans Male Character, Asexual Character, Transphobia, Polyamory, Phone Sex, Adoption

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Resistance

Monday, March 30, 2020

He's woken by the persistent ringing of his phone. His eyes are sticky with sleep and tears, so he doesn't open them, but he grunts as he shifts his hip to pull the device out of his pants pocket. He's lucid enough to remember to check who it is before rejecting the call.

The name on the screen makes him change his mind.

"Yeah?"

"Hello, darling."

Brig's exhausted tone unsettles him and forces him to stretch. He shifts slightly to sit against the headboard with his legs drawn up against his torso.

"What are you…?" He notices his hoarse voice and stops.

But it's been enough. Brig is always attentive to Jake; today, he's desperate to talk about anything other than his family.

"What happened to you?" he asks anxiously.

"Nothing, it's just an allergy." A disbelieving snort comes from Salt Lake City. "Well, my sister..." He feels tears rushing to his eyes again. "You know she and Elia want to have a baby. So, Sam asked me..." His voice cracks, and he takes a breath. He can do this! "Be the sperm donor," he finally says with a groan.

"Ah," Brig answers.

"Yeah."

"And what did you tell her?"

"I couldn't… I just told her I couldn't and ran away. I locked myself in the room and fell asleep. It's been," he looks at the clock on the nightstand, "three hours. It's a miracle Iná hasn't come up looking for me."

"Did you fall asleep?" Brig presses him.

"I cried a little before."

Brig growls.

"Okay, yeah, I cried a lot. It's just that..." Jake snorted, frustrated. "I won't be able to wait for the right moment now. Sam's going to out me! I can't help but think that my dad..."

"Your parents love you, Jake," Brig replies. "They love you just the way you are, not like other families that..."

Jake suddenly remembers why his boyfriend isn't by his side, comforting him and protecting him from the disgusting obligations of biological reproduction.

"What did your brother want?"

"The same as my father twenty years ago," Brig replies in a venomous tone.

That makes Jake react because... During his childhood and adolescence, Brig was an enigma. He couldn't understand why his family had sent him to live with Leonard and Rick, and he simply accepted. Why did he even seem happy to trade his brothers and sisters for airplanes? As time passed, his boyfriend explained a little about his relationship with his first family, the growing distance in values and expectations with each annual visit, and the awkward silences caused by their shared determination not to discuss issues they knew they'd never agree on.

Before, Jake felt a quiet hatred, something like a latent resentment against the Lennox clan. How could they have given up on this incredible man? But it wasn't enough to act. After all, Brig had Wolf and Hollywood, who became his true parents, and above all, he had him. Jake is a selfish man. He knows it. Even before he realized he was in love with Brig, he treasured his presence and attention. He was happy not to share him with Christian, Joseph, Johanna, Wilford, Lorenza, their spouses, and a bunch of relatives.

That just changed because if Christian Lennox called his brother with a request similar to the one Donald Lennox made twenty years ago…

He gets out of bed determinedly.

"I can be there in six hours."

"What...?" Brig goes from bewilderment to understanding in a second. "No!"

"It's obvious you need help."

"And I have Leonard here for that. Don't come, Jake, really," Brig suddenly feels very, very tired. "You're only going to make things worse. Everyone here keeps pretending I'm just the single brother who's obsessed with airplanes."

"And you are okay with that?" Jake demands, offended.

"Of course not! But I'm not going to convince my family of anything. On the other hand, if I break the pact of silence, they won't be able to give her to me, don't you see it? They'll have to do what good Mormon families do and discipline her. I won't make an innocent child suffer just for standing up for a principle."

"Oh," Jake suddenly feels like an idiot. He sits back down on the bed. "What's her name?"

"Dunia, her name is Dunia, and she is seven years old."

What was Sean like at seven? Jake remembers him liking to dance karaoke and repeating everything Bradley said.

"At least you know she is potty trained," he says to lighten the mood.

"Yeah," Brig replies without much enthusiasm.

"You don't... you don't want to do it?"

They haven't talked about adoption. They're both busy with their careers. But Jake wonders if Brig didn't say anything because he wasn't interested in being a father.

"Jake, she's my niece. I hate Christian and Constanza with all my soul right now, and it'll be a long time before I can think about their stupid faces without wanting to punch something, but I can't leave her, you understand? It's just that you and I... I feel like I've had an affair, and suddenly I get a call from Social Services. Congratulations, you're a dad! I have no right to... You never said anything! I understand if you're not interested in..."

"With you, I'll do it!" he interrupts. "With you, I'll do it," he repeats, "but you didn't say anything, and I didn't say anything because I was afraid of being as bad a father as my father. Who, in fact, wasn't a bad father, just a good father in bad circumstances, but I didn't know that at the time. It's been less than six months since I got my family back, and I haven't had time to tell you," he stops because he realizes he's rambling. After a pause, he speaks again in a firm, clear voice. "Yes. I want to be a father with you, Brigham Lennox."

Brig's laugh is light, sincere, and intense.

"I want to be a father with you, too, Jakob Mitchell-Kazansky."

"All right." Jake sighs in relief. "So… oh!"

"What?"

"Sam will be so mad when she realizes I'm giving the family their first grandchild."

"Just Sam?" Brig suddenly feels cautious.

"Are you kidding? Iná is going to be over the roof. You know she's talked several times about moving us to Mama Carole's old room and using this one for the new generation. This is her chance. She'll wait for you two to arrive so she can personalize the room, but she'll go on a shopping spree to prepare the groundwork. That'll distract her from..." he remembers why he's hiding in his room, "from the other stuff," he concludes in a defeated tone.

"Please don't talk about yourself as if you have a disease, Jake. Sam has no right to demand anything of you. If what she wants is a blood-related baby, you're not the only biological male in that family. Sean or your father can do it."

"No, she said…"

Jake wrinkles his brow, trying to remember his cekpápi's argument.

"She said they want their baby to have as many native genes as possible. That's why they'll use Elia's egg, and she thought of me because I'm the younger of the two biological boys in the Seresin family."

"That doesn't make sense," Brig counters. "You're only one-quarter Lakota, and you're not the youngest biological Seresin male. Sean is."

Jake bites his lower lip thoughtfully. It's true. Iná Sarah is a hundred percent Lakota. Sean would be a better source of genetic material than he is. Why then...? A nasty thought slowly takes shape. Oh! But it's not worth telling Brig, who has his plate full with his devout Mormon family.

"You're right," he confirms, but he can't entirely control his voice.

"Jake," Brig says his name half as a plea, half as a warning.

"What?" he replies, feigning innocence.

"I know that tone. Look," Brig sighs, "I'm too far away to stop you, but remember, she's your sister, okay? Whatever she's trying to do, she thinks she's doing it for your good and the family's."

Jake can't contain a mocking laugh.

"Please! She's using her girlfriend and newborn baby to out me. That's low."

"Yes, it is. But sinking lower than her won't give you any satisfaction. It might even hurt the rest of the family. Think about what's at stake, okay? You waited eleven years to come home."

Jake makes a reluctant sound but eventually nods. Then he remembers that his boyfriend can't see him.

"Okay, just the truth."

"That's better."

"Of course, if the truth offends her, it won't be my fault. Besides, we'll see what Iná and our dads think about that truth."

"Jake!"

He cuts it off by abruptly changing the subject.

"About Dunia. You need legal advice. I can call Uncle Chipper."

"You're not the only son of Squadron 86, darling. My brother," his voice turns bitter without a transition, "already had the documents ready, but Leonard called his law firm. They connected him with their partner firm in Utah, and they'll send us a hefty bill to review everything overnight. They'll give us their evaluation tomorrow morning."

"Oh! My clever darling," Jake struggles to make a smile creep into his voice. "I could kiss you right now."

"Really?"

Brig falls onto his hotel room bed, pleased that the conversation is taking this turn. One thing they've discovered about Jake's relationship with sex is that, while he feels an undeniable revulsion toward the exchange of fluids, talking about the actions of intimacy seems acceptable to him and, if he's in the mood, even fun. Truth: Jake never feels physically aroused. Instead, the proof of his power over Brig's senses gives him a deep satisfaction. So they have the most erotic phone conversations, with Jake applying his clinical approach to sexuality for Brig's benefit, who can imagine Jake is actually doing all the things he describes.

"Where?"

"Mmm, on the neck?" his boyfriend suggests with false innocence.

"What if I ask you for a kiss a little further down?"

"Around the sternum?"

"More to the right."

"Impossible. My fingers are on that nipple. Can you feel them?"

"One moment…"

Brig leaves the phone on the bed, gets up to take off his clothes, pushes back the comforter, and goes back to bed. He puts the device on speaker mode next to his head. He moistens the tips of his right index finger and thumb and lightly squeezes his nipple.

"Yes, I can."

"Okay. So, my lips are on your sternum, and one hand is on your right chest." Brig obeys, stopping squeezing the nipple to caress the entire area. "With my other hand, I caress your side. Slowly, my fingertips move up from your waist to your armpit, across, contour to your shoulder, and back down again."

"Yeah."

"Stop!" Brig can't contain a sound of frustration. "Only up to your waistline. Now I move to your left pec, palm over your nipple, fingers applying a little pressure, enough to make my nails dig into your skin," Brig hisses at the flash of pain. "My other hand moves up your waistline to your belly button. I spit a drop there, and my tongue spreads it over every crease." Brig quickly wets his index finger and presses very gently. "Are you hard?"

"So much."

"Good," Jake approves, proud, satisfied with the control he exerts over that body, even though they are thousands of miles apart. "Now my hands move down the back of your back to your buttocks, squeezing them. Are you squeezing?"

"Yes, yes."

"Now release and go down to the top of your thighs. Bend your legs and spread your feet."

Brig feels the cold air of the room hit his perineum, making the hairs on his buttocks and groin stand up. He gasps. From the phone comes a grunt of approval.

"Place your fingers around the base of the penis. Don't press too hard. Wet your other index finger and make circular movements around the anus."

"Jake…"

"Now massage your penis in a slow upward motion. Are you there yet?"

"Yeah."

"Run your thumb over the head and spread the precum around it. Go back down. Slowly," he whispers, "without rushing."

"Please…"

"Put your finger in," he orders suddenly, imperiously, and Brig obeys immediately.

Although it's only one finger, the speed at which it forces his flesh open sends a lash of pain through him, wrenching a moan from his lips and increasing his arousal.

"Now, I want you to move up and down the length of your penis as you push that finger in and out of your ass. Can you?"

Brig isn't sure. His cock throbs painfully, and any coordination task seems like a formidable challenge. But it's Jake's order, and the results are always so satisfying.

"I can," is the last word he manages to utter.

Then it's just the sounds of his flesh and his throat. He doesn't hold back. He's alone in his room and knows Jake likes to listen.

It's very satisfying, he claims, to realize he can bring his boyfriend to climax without having to be there and see the filth associated with sex. That blood-craving beast sleeping inside his boyfriend licks his lips with power. Brig never imagined he had a submissive streak, but he certainly likes these kinds of commands. Perhaps when Jake is promoted (because he has no doubt he'll be an admiral, like his dad), these games will cease to interest him, but for now, he has a very healthy sex life with his asexual boyfriend.

He comes with a gasp. Hot squirts of cum wet his belly and trickle slowly down the lines of his abdominal muscles toward the bed. Jake laughs in San Diego.

"Did you make a mess?"

"Yeaaaah," he draws out the syllable, still floating in the pleasure of orgasm.

"Very well, Lieutenant Lennox," he congratulates him, "you are a very," his voice drops an octave, "obedient officer. Sweet dreams."

"Thanks. Sweet dreams to you, too."

The call disconnects. Brig wipes himself off with his shirt, rolls over, and falls asleep.

In San Diego, Jake feels an intense need to wash his hands. He doesn't resist, understanding the desire as proof of his spiritual closeness to Brig.

He looks carefully at everything in the bathroom, mentally cataloging the necessary adjustments for Dunia. Even the prospect of the hasty room change and shopping to accommodate his future daughter doesn't intimidate him. His iná will truly be super happy, and as a bonus, he'll displace Sam as the favorite child, at least for a few months. Until Elia takes that spot, rightfully so, because she'll be the one doing the hard work. He goes down to eat with a smile on his face.

His boyfriend always gives him the sweetest gifts.

 

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