Axel Wakes up to a Rude Surprise
Axel left the hospital on Friday morning with only three goals.
Food, shower, and sleep.
Axel stopped at the bistro in front of his building because he knew the chef. It was early but she always had ingredients in her pantry for him.
Chef Suzie took one look at him and came out minutes later with his usual order of Thai chicken soup and a veggie sandwich to go with it. He thanked her with a grin and blew her a kiss.
Food dealt with, he parked his car underground, as close as he could get to the elevator, then hauled his bag of food and his book bag. He locked the car and headed to the elevator feeling like an alien that needed to acclimate to real life.
Upstairs, he opened the door to his apartment and almost groaned when he heard his mother talking to someone in the kitchen. He had hoped to bypass conversation, eat in peace, shower, then sleep.
“Axel?” Joyce Graysen called out.
“Yeah, Mom,” Axel said, dumping his book bag on the floor next to the coffee table.
Axel sat on the couch and shifted a pile of papers discussing pulmonary edema to the side. He made enough room for his bowl of soup and his sandwich. Grabbing the spoon and fork that came with his food, he started on his soup.
Joyce came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a cloth.
“You’re here early,” Joyce said, glancing at her watch. “It’s six o’clock in the morning.”
“I have a week off thanks to covering shifts for others,” Axel said, taking three bites of the soup. “I need sleep before you introduce any topic.”
“Okay,” Joyce nodded, folding the cloth she held. Her gaze shifted over the sparsely decorated living room. “I decided to populate your apartment with furniture. It’s weird to see it looking so empty for so long.”
“I have no objections,” Axel said, his stomach feeling better, at the very least it was not threatening to eat him up from the inside.
“I would love input from you,” Joyce said.
Axel glanced at his mother, and sat back on the comfortable couch, the bowl of soup in his hands.
Joyce was a psychiatrist, a successful one too, her practice’s client list allowed her to afford his university fees. Well, she had gotten help from his father, Dr. Clifford Graysen, who was now a retired cardiothoracic surgeon. Clifford preferred to teach new doctors now and romance his wife. They made quite a pair, his parents.
Axel loved them very much.
“Mom, you know you don’t have to fill this living room with stuff for me. I don’t mind it being this empty. It gives me plenty of space for workouts.”
“I don’t think that is true for one second,” Joyce said, shaking her head. “The problem is that you have no time to think about it. I remember how busy your father was when he was doing his residency. I’m surprised we managed to make you with how little time we got together. Do you know you were probably conceived in a bathroom at Our Lady of Mercy where your father was doing his residency? We had to grab time when we could. This is probably why you decided to become a doctor.”
“I so did not need a visual of you and dad that way this early in the morning,” Axel said, placing his empty bowl of soup on the coffee table. He rubbed his eyes and let out a sigh.
Joyce chuckled.
“It’s cute that you think your parents don’t have sex.”
“Mom! I’m going to stop listening to you if you keep this up,” Axel said, reaching for his sandwich.
“Your fridge is stocked,” Joyce said. “Janine came in early today. I asked her to come in at this time so that we can redo our schedule to match yours. If you have a week off from today, it means your time at home has changed. I’ll adjust delivery times with her. Also, I left a reminder note on your fridge. We have a family dinner on Sunday. Your Aunt Isabel is bringing her new boyfriend and her two sons. She would like it very much if you were there.”
“Can I skip it?” Axel asked. “What if I’m on call?”
“Show your face even if it is for a minute,” Joyce said. “We will all understand if you have to leave.”
“She’s going to try to set me up with one of her friend’s sons,” Axel complained.
“Yes, she will because she cares about you. It will keep happening until you find your own happiness,” Joyce said. “Now, do you want orange or apple juice to go with your food? Coffee is out if you want to sleep.”
“Orange juice,” Axel said.
Axel bit into his veggie sandwich and ate it like a soldier on a mission. He was halfway through when his mother brought him a large glass of orange juice. He drank it with a gulp and let out a belch, making Joyce shake her head in amusement. She ruffled his messy hair and tugged at the blue scrubs he wore.
“Go take a shower,” Joyce said. “I’ll clean up here. Your coffee table needs rescuing.”
“Will you start the laundry for me?” Axel asked, placing the empty sandwich wrap and the soup container in the bag from the bistro. He wiped his hands on the napkins and stuffed them in the bag.
“Sure, kid,” Joyce said, as he got up. “Janine and I have the apartment under control.”
Axel wrapped his mom in a tight hug, breathing in her expensive perfume, her warmth steadying him for a moment before he let go. Joyce kissed his cheeks and scratched his scruffy jaw.
“Don’t forget to shave,” she said when she let him go and he hurried in the direction of his bedroom.
“I want to crash after the shower,” Axel said.
“Have a good sleep. Janine and I will receive the furniture people for you. I will lock up on our way out,” Joyce said. “Love you.”
“Love you too, Mom.”
Axel entered the master bedroom and went straight to the shower. Within minutes, he was in a hot shower. As the water sluiced down his body, he cupped his cock, washing it with a soft sigh. The only action his cock had gotten was with his hand lately. He should have included sex in the list of his immediate needs, but sex needed a bit of effort.
Dressing up, going out to the Raven Club on Deck Street…maybe tomorrow. Axel sighed at the thought.
His eyes felt gritty, he closed them and his thoughts filled with the memory of Jeha.
The handsome stranger he met on the rooftop a week ago.
Axel wished he knew more about Jeha. He had been too busy after their encounter to try to discover more. The memory of vivid blue eyes had his cock thickening, but he was too tired to make any effort. He finished his shower quickly and dried off.
Axel left the bathroom and went straight to the large bed in the middle of his bedroom. He grabbed the remote on the bedside table, closed the blinds, and slid between the cool white sheets naked. He fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.
Axel woke up to the cold pressure of the muzzle of a gun pressed against his forehead. He lay frozen for a full minute, his eyes adjusting to the light in his bedroom. More importantly, the shock of a stranger in his bedroom, as a man with a long scar on his right temple leaned over him.
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