He's Mine Not Hers

by Gianni Holmes

  What the hell had he been making anyway? There was so much of it, like my kitchen had turned into a cummy zone.

  With long strides, I reached him and pressed the button to turn off the blender, only managing to get a splash of the concoction on my cheek and dripping into my mouth. I licked at it. Banana. Not bad.

  “Are you okay?” I asked him.

  He looked like he was in shock, staring at his shirt and hands. “I’m a mess! And in my hair. Oh my God, this stuff is going to ruin my hair.”

  “Now Jason, don’t panic. I’m sure it will wash…” I choked on laughter, unable to get the rest of the last word out. He looked utterly ridiculous covered in what had to be the making of a banana smoothie.

  “I can’t believe you’re just standing there laughing!”

  “Well-uh-it’s-quite-funny,” I gasped out in between fits of laughter, which immediately stopped when he scooped up the mess on the counter. “You wouldn’t—”

  Thick banana mixture smacked me right in the face. I stared at him in shock. I thought he was bluffing. I couldn’t believe he’d just thrown the banana mixture in my face, and then he started to giggle.

  “You’re right. It is kind of funny now you’re the one wearing my banana smoothie. Of course, I’d have preferred it in my belly.”

  “Oh, I’ll make you eat it all right.”

  I grabbed the blender with what was left of the smoothie. He turned to run, but I caught the back of his shirt and pulled him toward me. When he was close enough, I poured what was left of the mixture down the back of his shirt.

  “Daddy Luke, don’t!” he screeched. “Oh my God, that feels naaaaasty! You’re getting the floor all messed up.”

  When everything was drained from the blender, I replaced it on the counter.

  “Now we’re even,” I remarked, letting him go, then glanced at the floor. “What a mess. You’re going to have to clean this up.”

  “And who’s going to clean the smoothie running down my ass crack! I already showered this morning!”

  His face was red as though he really was upset I had poured the mixture down his shirt.

  “Don’t be dramatic. Nothing’s running down your…”

  I trailed off, unable to find the words as he yanked the shirt up and presented me with his back. Holy fuck, he isn’t kidding. The mixture had run right down the center of his back and between the perfect twin globes of his naked ass.

  My throat tightened. Everything happening in my body started going off like a train in motion. My eyes swept over his smooth skin, and my tongue dried before filling with moisture at the urge to lick. My heart pounded in my chest, and shivers ran down my body, pooling into my groin with heat.

  “Jason,” I said softly. “Put down your shirt.”

  “You’re going to clean me up,” he declared, making a small stomping gesture.

  He slipped and would have gone down had I not moved forward and grabbed him. My hands settled on his hips. He gasped, head turning sharply as he stared at me, eyes wide. His breathing was the only sound I could hear along with the rush of blood in my ears as everything drained to my cock.

  “Daddy Luke,” he moaned at the hot stare we shared.

  “Shh.” I nuzzled his neck, and he leaned into my kiss. My hands trembled as I shifted them from his narrow hips to his plump ass. Just copping a feel wasn’t going to do this time. No, I needed more. So much more.

  “Daddy’s going to clean you all up,” I murmured, and he made a whimper of agreement in his throat.

  My mouth found the point along his spine where the trail of smoothie began. He shivered, but I didn’t stop. I ran my tongue down, collecting everything along the way. The mixture was a little bit too sweet and thick, but licking him clean was just an excuse.

  What I really wanted was to taste was him.

  “Oooh, Daddy,” he moaned, as I turned him in the direction of the island so he was braced on it for support.

  I always took it with good humor when he called me Daddy Luke, but the way he moaned it when I palmed his ass unraveled the little control I had left.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I said more to myself than to him, slicking my tongue over one cheek. “I swore I wouldn’t do this.”

  “Oh, please, don’t stop,” he begged. “I swear I’ll just die if you do.”

  In response, I spread his cheeks and ran my tongue upward, licking him clean. He made the sexiest noises that Miss Puss should envy. He purred and mewled like the cat I’d left in my bed. When I went all in, tongue circling his tiny hole, I couldn’t resist strumming my tongue over his puckered entrance.

  “Oh God!” he groaned, reaching back to pull on my hand, and I realized I was digging my fingers too hard into the flesh of his ass. I eased up the pressure and reached around his front to take a hold of his cock. Small and elegant just like the rest of him. He was so fucking hard, all I needed was to cup his balls and squeeze gently while prodding his hole with my tongue.

  “Daddy, I’m coming,” he gasped, his cock becoming even harder, ass clenching tighter than I’d have thought possible.

  I kissed the dimples in his back. “Come for me, baby boy. I’ve got you.”

  I continued licking him in the most intimate way while his body spasmed, and he shot his load. I rose to my feet just as he rocked back into me. I supported his weight, kissing his neck and his shoulder. I released his balls to grip his shaft and gently stroke him, milking everything he had within him. He spilled all over my hand, moaning, making no attempt to mask his emotions from me. The way he came undone in my arms was the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed.

  It was also the scariest thing that had happened to me this morning.

  In the aftermath of his climax, I continued holding him while he breathed hard, trying to regain his composure. I released his cock, and he took that opportunity to turn into my arms, clinging to my sweaty shirt, arms locked around my waist.

  “Please don’t tell me you regret this,” he said, voice trembling with emotion. “Please, Daddy Luke.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jason

  “You’re a what!”

  “Shhh!” I told Becca, annoyed at her reaction and wishing I hadn’t blurted out my secret to her, but there was no one else to talk to. She was the closest person I had to a friend. I got along well with people quite easily, but it never seemed to hit further than surface-deep.

  Since Lucas had jerked me off while licking my bum five days ago, I couldn’t stop thinking about sex and how good it felt. It was like I had become a crazy hormonal thirteen-year-old again, wanting to have sex even though I hadn’t been certain at the time who I wanted to do it with. I’d go around jerking off, getting the bedspread and towels stained, and Becca hadn’t even batted an eyelash.

  “Whatever the hell you do, ensure you use a condom,” she’d told me plainly after washing one too many towels that I’d ruined. “I’m too young for grandbabies. And if it’s a guy, still wear a condom or ensure he uses a condom. Got it, champ?”

  At the time I’d wondered why she had brought up another guy. I’d always been effeminate but hadn’t really liked anyone at that point. That was the same year I developed a crush on Lucas and discovered my fabulous gay self.

  “Sorry,” she said, lowering her voice. “I didn’t know we were playing the whisper game. You’re a vir—”

  “Yes!” I hissed before she could finish the word. “Now keep still so I can finish your hair.”

  “That can’t be right,” she replied. “Look at you. You’re beautiful. You must have slept with guys before.”

  “No, I haven’t,” I answered. “There were kisses and stuff, but I’ve never gone all the way.”

  “Why the hell not?” she blurted out. “You saving yourself for someone special? It’s the twenty-first century, Jace. Nobody expects the bride to walk down the aisle a virgin anymore. Trust me, if that happens nowadays, nobody wanted the bride.”

  I made a face at h
er. “Seriously, Becca, that’s not true and so shallow.”

  “Of course it is.” She turned her head to stare at me, managing to pull the lock of hair I was trying to curl out of my hand. “Oh snap, it’s not because you don’t know what to do, is it? I mean it’s a little different from the vag—”

  “Good God, Becca, please stop!” I begged her. “No, that’s not the problem. Believe me, I made use of the porn site subscription you gave me for my sixteenth birthday.”

  “Good. I wanted to ensure you understood that sex is a normal healthy part of life. Not that crap they teach you in sex ed.”

  I curled the last lock of hair and turned off the curling iron. “Look, forget I ever said anything to you about it.”

  She peered at her appearance in the mirror, smiling in satisfaction at the big waves I’d created on top of her head just like she asked for. I grabbed the spray and gave her one final spritz before indicating that she could get up. My makeup was already done light since I would put on my full face and costume at the club. I could hardly believe I was going to perform onstage as a drag queen tonight.

  I blamed it on the high I’d been riding since Lucas had made me come. I had no idea where we stood now. Our conversation after had been so stilted, and I couldn’t even blame it on him. For possibly the first time since I learned of my infatuation with him, I was stunned for words.

  “Umm, we should probably clean up,” Lucas said, stepping away from me. His face was redder than I’d ever seen it before, and he scratched at the back of his neck, looking at anything in the kitchen except me.

  With as much discretion as I could muster, I tugged on the hem of my shirt to cover my ass. My hole was still wet from his licking, and I struggled not to squirm. Even though I’d come, I felt incomplete. I wanted more, but I never expected how strongly I’d be affected by what we just did. I’d expected to enjoy it but not that much.

  “Jason!”

  I snapped out of my reverie at Becca shaking me. “What?”

  “Let’s go,” she said. “You can daydream about Lucas later. You promised me a drag show, and I’m looking forward to it.”

  I smiled at her. “Me too.”

  I grabbed my bag that was on the bed with my costume for tonight and the makeup I was bringing to finish putting on my face before my performance. I’d already tucked in to make changing at the club better. Tonight was a free-for-all. They would allow anyone to perform without paying them, which was a great opportunity for the crowd to discover new drag queens.

  “Wait!”

  I jumped at Becca’s unexpected cry. “What? Is something wrong?”

  “Did you douche?” she asked.

  I closed my eyes and willed the floor to open and swallow me up. “Please don’t ask me that question.”

  “Why not? We were always able to talk about things.”

  “I had no reason to talk to you about sex before because I wasn’t doing anything.”

  She shrugged. “Okay, be that way. I only thought you’d like to be prepared since Lucas is coming to the club and all.”

  She walked ahead of me, and after my initial shock, I ran to catch up to her. “What do you mean Lucas is coming to the club? I didn’t tell him.”

  “Hmm, but I did. I figured you could do with all the support, and well, you’ve been at his home every evening before you come home from work. The man deserves to know you aspire to be a drag queen. If he can’t accept that, then it’s best you know before you get your heart involved.”

  Busted. I was hoping she hadn’t taken notice. Oh, she’d always commented about my infatuation with Lucas. I never knew what she meant before. I always thought I was in love with him, but now I questioned that maybe she had been right. Maybe I’d been a little obsessed with him, but now there was something more. Spending the evenings with him and Miss Puss made me see him. The man. Not just the idealistic vision I’d had of him before.

  And it was scary because I’d thought what I felt before was love. Clearly I didn’t know what love was.

  “It’s not what you think.”

  She laughed at that. “I bet it’s exactly what I think. You want Lucas to pop your boy cherry.”

  I hurried ahead of her. “Can we just please get in the car already!”

  Despite my unwillingness to talk about this one thing to her, when we were driving toward the club, I had to ask.

  “Becca, you’re okay with this, aren’t you?”

  “Would you stop hitting on him if I said I am not?”

  I thought about it all the way to the next stop light, then I answered. “I don’t know. Hitting on him is like a way of life for me. Can I even stop now?”

  Shit. Hitting on Lucas had been a routine. Teasing him, calling him Daddy Luke were all things I was accustomed to doing. It neither shocked Lucas nor Becca that I did it. But he’d also never really responded before except for that kiss. And now this. We’d been ushered to another level, and I had no idea what came next.

  “Well, you should know there’s just so much teasing a man can take, and if you continue, you’ll no longer be a vir—”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

  “Why are you so afraid to hear the word vir—”

  “I’m not afraid to hear the word,” I cut her off again. “But to answer your question, I’m not sure if I would be able to stay away from Lucas.” Not now that everything was blossoming in ways I never anticipated.

  “Well, hurry up and have sex. Get him out of your system because I may need to borrow him.”

  I had to glance away from the road to observe her briefly. “What?”

  “Don’t worry, it’s completely platonic. No sex nor feelings involved.”

  “You may want to expound on that?”

  She reached across to pat the side of my face. “Don’t worry about it. Everything’s going to be just fine. Think about tonight and the show you’re going to have to put on to ensure you get laid tonight. And please, just don’t mistake good sex for love, sweetie. Trust me, you sometimes don’t know the difference until later down the line.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lucas

  There was something about making a guy come by licking his butt that had the potential to change the way you looked at his mother. Even when you’d been close friends for the past fourteen years. I was nervous about meeting up with Becca and Jason at the club. I had no idea what to expect, but it was sure as hell not Becca being the same as usual like nothing had changed.

  A lot had changed. She basically kept the conversation running for us while Jason turned bashful, trying not to stare at me. Seeing him this way was thought-provoking. He was always flamboyant and sure of himself. Sure of me. But now that we’d amped things up between us, he acted like he didn’t know what to do with me. I sure as hell knew what I wanted to do with him.

  I tried to figure out if Becca laughed just a bit too loud and talked a little too much, but she was the same as usual. Maybe happier than she had been lately. She beamed like a woman who knew she was going to get laid later tonight which meant having Jason over at my place again. All in all, that wasn’t a bad thing except I was pretty sure he was a virgin, and I’d never had one of those before. I couldn’t just fuck him like the experienced men I usually took to bed.

  That would never do for that sweet boy.

  “You’re really doing this,” I stated when Becca excused herself to use the bathroom and it was just the two of us at our table.

  “I think so,” he answered, sidling over to me in the booth. He picked up my hand and placed it onto his chest that was barely covered in a transparent top that showed off his tight, flat nipples. “Feel my heart racing. I don’t know why I thought I could do this.”

  “You have the attitude to get it right,” I told him with a smile. He looked beautiful all glammed up, lips a pouty shade of pink.

  “What attitude?” he asked, releasing my hand and grabbing my glass of gin martini. He downed it in a couple of gulps and shuddered. �
��Oh God, that tastes like crap, but it feels good going down.”

  I chuckled despite thinking that was my only drink for the night. I couldn’t afford to waste my money at clubs when I was still struggling to see my way out of the payments I had to make to the restaurant. I’d thought I could pay them off in installments, but that fucker Lawrence wouldn’t hear of it. The deadline for the total payment plus installation fees loomed over my head, but for one night I’d let it all go and enjoy what I could supporting Jason.

  “You’ll rock that stage,” I told him. “You were killing it before the blender incident.”

  He groaned and ducked his head. Damn me for bringing up the incident, because it was sure to spark memories of what had happened after.

  “Don’t remind me.” He shuffled over even closer to me. “A kiss for good luck, Daddy?”

  My cock jerked, but I ignored it, desperately needing my drink that he’d downed right now. “Don’t they say break a leg in show biz?” I tried to divert his attention because kissing him was my kryptonite. Along with eating his perfect little bum.

  “With our luck of late, I probably will break my damn leg.”

  When I made no move toward him, he threw himself at me, his whole body pressed to mine as he smacked my lips with his. He pulled back a little, and our eyes met and held before he kissed me again. I couldn’t leave him hanging, not with the sweet fire of his lips on mine.

  I kissed him back, tongue tangling with his as I deepened the connection. He moaned, curling himself into my body, but the table prevented him from getting as close as he wanted.

  This—whatever this was that was happening to us—the timing was way off. How was I supposed to take care of this beautiful boy when I was knee-deep in my own financial woes?

  I took out my frustration in the kiss, practically mauling him right there in the club where anyone could see. It was his fault for feeling so damn right against me, and for not even pulling back when the innocent start to our kiss got dirty pretty fast. I fucked his mouth with my tongue the way I wanted him spread on my bed, staring into those chocolate pools while he chanted, “Daddy Luke.”