Unwrapping Ainsley

by Gianni Holmes

  “My Mom has always been pretty neutral or sides with my Dad,” I answered as his hands ran down my body to cup my butt. “My Dad, he’s difficult. It’s not that he doesn’t love me. I think he does. He’s just never understood how to treat me, so he uses sarcasm, jokes, and the likes to deal with me being the way I am.”

  “That’s bullshit. You’re amazing.”

  I reached up to kiss his neck. “Thanks for thinking so. He likes you by the way.”

  He frowned down at me. “That’s what I don’t get. Why would he like me but make fun of you? I’m gay too.”

  “Oh, he doesn’t mind me being gay. He minds me acting too effeminate. He hates that I model, and worse, that I also do it as a woman.”

  “But you’re so good at it.”

  I smiled at him. “You’re so good for me. I could have used you in high school.” That he immediately adopted a concerned look warmed my heart.

  “What happened in high school?”

  “I’ll tell you when we go back in. Let’s grab our bags. I can’t believe Mom expected me to sleep on the couch.”

  Willy caressed my ass as I walked by him. “Right? How’d I survive a night without your butt pressed up against my crotch like this morning?”

  “The same way you’ll have to do without it when I go back to New York in a few days.”

  He groaned as we retrieved our bags. We had spoken about it in depth last night in between the kissing and all the petting. We would spend Christmas with my folks, return to his parents the day after, I’d fly out two days later, have my photo shoot then fly back out here to ring in the New Year with Willy. It seemed hectic, but we would make it work. I wouldn’t even think of the fact that I would only be able to spend a week before returning to New York to prepare for the Paris Men’s Fashion show.

  “I’m going to miss your butt, that’s for sure.”

  He locked up the car and engaged the alarm once we retrieved our bags. I feigned outrage at him. “Well, if it’s just my butt you’re after, I can get you a silicone butt sex doll for you to play with while I’m away.”

  His laughter boomed across the yard. “I’ll gladly wait for the real thing. It’s not just the sexy booty. It’s also the sassy filthy mouth that goes along with it. And unless that sex doll can move its ass the way you do when I’m deep inside you, I’ll take a pass.”

  My mood lightened once more, we re-entered the house, and I steered him clear from my parents. I did pass my sister in the hall, who mouthed to me that we needed to talk, and I mouthed back later. I led Willy across the hall to my bedroom.

  “Volià!” I waved him inside. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

  “Nice,” he commented, resting his duffel on the floor as he looked around. There wasn’t anything much to my room really. The usual bed, bare computer desk, dresser with mirror, and a bookstand. My dad seemed to have cleaned out my fashion magazines while I had been away because the bookstand was almost empty.

  A wave of nostalgia overcame me as I remembered fat Ainsley spending most of his time in these four corners because he was too ashamed to be seen in public. It had been slightly better when Rachel and I became friends, but after our disagreement in the cafeteria over Joey, I had stupidly let it affect our friendship. When it turned out that she was right and I had been wrong, I had been too defensive to admit it and make up with her. It was my one regret about everything.

  “I didn’t know you had a brother,” Willy said, and I turned to find him holding a photograph of me when I was fifteen and still chubby.

  “I don’t have a brother,” I answered, prepared for his reaction.

  He glanced back from the picture to me. “But this picture…” He trailed off again and did the back and forth thing between me and the photo. “This is you?”

  “Yup. Back when I was the ugly duckling and not the beautiful swan I am now.”

  “You weren’t ugly,” he responded, his eyes still wide. “I can see the similarities. You were cute. Still are.”

  “But a fatty,” I answered, plucking the photo from his hand and setting it back onto the shelf. “Back then I wasn’t Ainsley-With-The-Attitude. Just Awkward Ainsley, Ainsley-The-Ape, and Easy A.”

  “High school kids can be mean,” he said, pulling me into his arms. “But look at you now. You showed them. I bet mirror mirror on the wall would agree with me that you’re the hottest of them all.”

  “Maybe,” I answered. “High school was torture for me which is a part of the reason I left town as soon as I graduated. There were a lot of rumors. Some true. Some not.”

  “What was true?”

  I shifted uncomfortably in his arms, not wanting to get into it, but we’d talked about being open and honest with each other in the car. Plus, I didn’t want him to think I was more than I was. If he loved me, he would have to love even the parts of me that hadn’t always had my shit together. Hell, I was just getting my act together.

  “I had low self-esteem,” I explained. “There was this guy I really liked.”

  He groaned. “Let me guess. He was a douche.”

  “He was nice enough when we were alone,” I replied. “But not so nice around his friends. The worst part about it was that I couldn’t see it for what it was. Then he videoed me blowing him and shared it with the entire school.”

  Willy stiffened. “He did what?”

  “Yeah, I was humiliated. I wanted to change schools, but my dad wouldn’t let me. He said I made my bed and had to lie in it.”

  “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” He pulled me into him. “What a fucking asshole.”

  “Yeah, he was a dick. I’ve had a thing about meeting dicks. I was recently in a relationship with one.”

  “Well, I promise I’m not a dick. I’ll never hurt you like that, Ainsley.”

  He pressed me into the bookshelf and kissed me. I clung to him, moaning into his mouth as his hands ran from my shoulders and down my back. I smiled against his lips, sensing my ass was his target. I reached behind me and grabbed his hands before they connected.

  “We should go down.”

  He kissed my cheek. “That’s what I’m trying to do. Go down on you.”

  I chuckled. “I mean go downstairs. You’ve turned into a horny man.”

  “Can’t help it. You’re irresistible, and I was on a four-year drought before you.”

  “Later tonight,” I promised him. "That epic BJ I promised still stands."

  He kissed my forehead and stepped back, brushing my hair back over my shoulders. “I’ll catch up with you downstairs. I want to call Mama to let her know we got here okay and the clinic to check up on the puppy.”

  “Cotton,” I said.

  “What?”

  “His name’s Cotton. Doesn't he look like a fluffy ball of cotton?”

  He groaned. “Ainsley, I told you not to get attached.”

  “I’m not attached,” I said, heading for the door. “But everyone deserves a name, and Cotton is a sensible name for a puppy that looks like him.”

  “Ainsley, we really need to talk about this obsession you have with the puppy.”

  “I’ll see you downstairs.” I blew him a kiss and disappeared, closing the door behind me. My mood shifted a little since I was no longer around Willy, but the knowledge that he was here made me feel better than I did earlier.

  I found Nicky in the kitchen, mixing batter. She had flour on her nose, and her hair was falling out of its bun. She glanced up as I entered, and her eyes twinkled.

  “Hey, are you two settled?”

  I nodded. “Where’s Mom?”

  “She went to pick up a few things from the supermarket.” She walked over to the fridge. “Want a glass of eggnog? Is it still your favorite thing to drink at Christmas?”

  “Yeah, sure.”

  She poured me a glass and handed it to me. “Good. Now I’ve been hospitable, tell me about Willy. I thought you said he was just a fake boyfriend.”

  I downed a good portion of th
e spiced eggnog before grinning at her. “That’s the good part. He’s no longer my fake boyfriend. We’re dating for real now.”

  “What?”

  I shrugged. “It just sort of happened. His parents are really cool, and I think we’re falling in love with each other.”

  “I’m so happy for you. Sorry, little bro, but Cam was kind of an asshat. Will looks like a nice guy, and you look so happy. Not in that sarcastic witty way of yours, but really happy.”

  “I am. I hope coming here doesn’t spoil it. I see some things haven’t changed.”

  “Sorry about dad,” she said on a groan. “They missed you. They just don’t know how to show it.”

  “I realized. I anticipate being the butt of dad’s homophobic jokes all evening. At least he approves of Will.”

  And it didn’t hurt at all that he still couldn’t find it in his heart to approve of his son.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Will

  I anticipated dinner with the Adams family would be a slow form of torture, and I wasn’t wrong. Throughout the afternoon, I had gotten to know more about Ainsley’s dad, and the man rubbed me the wrong way. It didn’t help that he seemed to like me and what I represented. He constantly made quips about not minding Ainsley being gay, but why did he have to act the part so much?

  “I mean, if no one told me you were gay, I wouldn’t have guessed it,” he had said. “You take one look at Ainsley, and you can’t help but tell what he is. It’s like every bone in that boy’s body is queer.”

  I had barely stopped myself from asking if there were straight bones in my body because I wasn’t effeminate like Ainsley. It didn’t make me any less gay, but for his father, it clearly did. I didn’t get much time with Ainsley because his mother kept him busy running errands and helping out in the kitchen. I knew Ainsley didn’t like the kitchen. He couldn’t cook to save his life, but he was expected to help, and he didn't want to argue with his mother. When I had offered, his father had indicated that the ‘women’ would take care of it.

  “It’s plain to see who’s the woman in this relationship,” his dad had quipped. “If he wants to dress like a girl then he should play the part. Cooking is a woman’s job.”

  What had followed between us had been a futile discussion about women’s roles changing from more traditional roles. I shouldn’t have bothered to say anything as he simply dismissed my statements.

  By the end of the day, I was exhausted listening to his father’s traditional ideas, but I tried to remain polite about it. The last thing I wanted was to make things more difficult for Ainsley.

  Before dinner, I finally got Ainsley to myself as we decided to go for a drive so he could have a look around the place he had deserted three years ago. Having him out of the house did wonders for him. He came alive when he wasn’t around his folks, which was such a pity.

  Our final stop was the Gardendale Civic Center. We had missed the Christmas tree lighting ceremony, but the display was nevertheless nice to look at. Once we were through, we walked along the commons, holding hands, each of us wrapped in our own thoughts. I was worried about Ainsley and how his visit to his parents might affect him. He was so hungry for their attention although he acted like it didn’t bother him. Even the very way he called me Will in front of them showed how much he was not himself. I had made a big deal about him calling me Willy, but I missed it. Coming from him, Will just sounded so stuffy.

  Snow wasn’t a regular occurrence in Alabama, but this Christmas was turning out to be one of those cold winters we got on occasion. The cold night air eventually forced us back to my truck where we sat, waiting for the heater to kick in and warm us. Ainsley was once more deep in thought and didn’t even hear me when I asked if he was okay.

  “Ainsley.” I reached across to tug his arm.

  “Hmm?” He blinked up at me, a clear sign that he was distracted.

  “Hey, where did you go?”

  He sighed. “Sorry. Just being here brings back memories.” He made a face. “Not good ones.”

  “Then let's make happy ones.”

  I adjusted my seat and patted my lap. “Hop on over.”

  I was glad to see a part of him hadn’t changed. He shifted over to my lap without hesitation. “Now you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me.”

  I shifted my hips and poked him in the ass with my hardening cock. “What do you want me to do to you?”

  He groaned. “It’s been so long since you’ve been inside me.”

  I chuckled. “It’s just been twenty-four hours, Ainsley.”

  He stuck out his tongue at me. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to have sex at least twice per day when you’re in a new relationship?”

  I laughed. “Then we’re a little behind. Give me your mouth.”

  He lowered his mouth to mine, and we kissed. He sagged against my chest, moaning and shifting his butt against my cock. I reached behind him to grab his ass hard and help him ride the front of my jeans as our kiss deepened. The sound of our wet lips joining and parting filled the truck along with our moans, and I wished we were in less of a public place so I could at least make him come.

  “This is torture,” Ainsley groaned, tearing his lips away from mine. His heart was racing as fast as mine. His cock against my belly was just as hard. “I need something to get me through dinner."

  “Like what?” I whispered.

  Without answering, he shifted off my lap and returned to his seat. He reached for the buckle of my jeans and undid me. I helped him work my cock out of my underwear, and he didn’t miss a beat in going down on me. The pillowy softness of Ainsley’s lips engulfed the head of my cock and slowly sank down my shaft. He sucked me down his throat with a whole lot of wetness, moaning around the fill in his mouth.

  “Fuck, Ainsley,” I groaned, slipping my fingers in his long hair to hold back from his face so I could see more clearly. I was tempted to turn on the roof light but didn’t want to draw attention to us as there were still a few cars parked beside ours.

  With small thrusts, I fed him more of my cock, allowing myself to drift on the wave of the moment. My head fell back with a moan, and my eyes closed. The only thing that would be better right now was to be inside him, but that would have to wait until later. My eyes flew open, and a strangled sound came from my throat when he dipped his hand into my underwear to grip my balls. With just the right amount of pressure, I shot my load into his mouth, fingers gripping his hair tight. As I drifted from my high, I stared at Ainsley in wonder and the way he licked my cock clean of the evidence of what we were up to.

  “You’re almost as good as I am,” I teased him.

  He gave my balls a playful squeeze. “I’m not going to argue with that. Later I expect you to prove it.”

  “Not now?” I asked as he removed his hand and fixed my underwear.

  “We’re going to be late for dinner if we don’t leave now,” he answered. “And since I’m in no rush but expect to be fully pleasured later, I can wait.”

  I leaned forward and kissed him, tasting my release on his lips. “Thank you.”

  He was in a better mood as we drove back to his parents home. On the way, I called my mother, putting the call on speaker so both Ainsley and I could talk to her at the same time. Having seen his relationship with his parents firsthand, I was more thankful for my parents and that they extended their love toward Ainsley as well. I was certain he would fit in well with us. It would take some work for him traveling back and forth from New York, but I had no intention of asking him to give up his apartment there. Given the nature of his job, he was more accessible there. Hopefully we would still get to see each other every so often, but for now, I would cherish the moments we had together.

  We ended the call with Mama when we arrived back at Ainsley’s parents, promising to drop by as soon as we were back in Huntsville. I could tell she was sad about me not spending Christmas with her this year, but she understood I was supporting Ainsley.

  “You�
�re right on time,” Mrs. Adams announced when we entered. “We’re just about to sit at the table for dinner. Why don’t you wash up and join us?”

  After doing exactly that, Ainsley and I returned to the dining room. I was surprised to find a man I didn’t know had also joined us for Christmas Eve dinner. Ainsley took one look at the guy and went pale. Nicky had a strained expression on her face.

  “Ainsley, you remember Joey?” James asked. “Weren’t you guys in class together or something?”

  Ainsley muttered something under his breath that I didn’t catch before disappearing into the kitchen with Nicky to help his mother. Puzzled, I stared after his disappearing back to the other guy who was sizing me up. He looked older than Ainsley although if they went to school together they had to be around the same age. This guy looked closer to his thirties though. He had a perpetual frown and when he stood to shake my hand, I noticed he had a beer gut hanging over the waistband of his pants.

  “Hi, I’m Will.” I didn’t particularly want to shake his hand after the way Ainsley ducked out of the dining room, but his father was watching us.

  “Joey,” the other man responded, pumping my hand more than was necessary. “You a friend of Ainsley?”

  “He’s my boyfriend,” I answered, not caring if I sounded territorial.

  “Good luck with that.” He smirked and sat as the meal was carried to the table. I tried to catch Ainsley’s attention, but he plopped the pot roast on the table before stalking off to the kitchen. He seemed terribly upset, and I felt helpless. Eventually, as his mother and sister took their seat, he finally parked his butt on the chair next to me.

  “You okay?” I asked him softly so our conversation didn’t travel across the table.

  “Not really,” he answered, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t know why my parents would do this. Why would they invite him? They know what happened.”

  It clicked then that this must have been the guy who tried to embarrass Ainsley by videoing him. I was right there with Ainsley, trying to fathom what reason they would have for allowing this guy into their home.