by A. D. Ellis
“It kinda is. I’ve never really had to worry about money. It’s not like I got every single thing I wanted, but needs were taken care of and wants were usually allowed. Honestly, I’m sort of worried about being on my own. Eventually, my dad and Momma will stop supporting me. The scholarships will run out. I’ll be employed; dear Lord, I pray I’m employed. I’ll be expected to pay rent or a house payment, bills, groceries, living expenses. And I don’t really know how to do any of that.” Quincy shrugged. “So, you may be feeling like a loser right now, but just know that I’m worried I’ll turn into a loser once I have to do this all on my own.”
“Awww, I never knew you worried about that.” It was unusual to see Q vulnerable. But it made him all the more loveable to me. “And no worries, babe. You’ve got a business major and future hair and makeup artist to the stars as your forever. We’ve got this.”
“Yeah?” Quincy grinned. “I like the sound of that. You’ll make sure I’m being smart financially? Maybe be my sugar daddy if I can’t land a job?”
“Oh fuck, no. But I’ll be sure to help you get a job. And help you budget your money. We can be in it together,” I assured.
“And we’ve already figured out we’re better together.”
“Forever.” I kissed his hand as we pulled into the rest stop.
Four hours later, Quincy whipped the car into a popular hotel chain. He laid back against the seat and moaned. “Oh my God, I’m dead. No way I could drive any longer.” He turned and pointed out the window. “Let’s check in and then we can walk over to that Denny’s. I’m starving.”
I was so tired, I didn’t even object. I wanted out of the car. I wanted food. I needed a shower. And I needed sleep.
We got checked in. I tried not to feel bad when Q ran his credit card for the room. I knew Max paid the balance every month.
Once we got our bags to the room, Quincy scanned a few delivery menus.
“You want to walk to the Denny’s?” He waved the menus. “Or we can order delivery.”
“Honestly? If delivery means I can get in the shower sooner rather than later, I say go with delivery.”
Q laughed. “Totally agree. You shower and I’ll order.”
Forty-five minutes later, we’d both showered and the food was spread out in front of us like a feast at the little hotel table.
“Pizza, Chinese, and burgers and fries?” I laughed. “Hungry?”
“Famished.” Quincy pulled me into a fierce hug. “But there’s a method to my madness. I figure we can eat the burgers and fries and some Chinese now. Warm up Chinese and pizza in the morning. And any extra pizza can go with us as snacks for the rest of the drive.”
“Genius. My boyfriend is a genius.” I kissed him with a hard smack against his lips. “We should try to head out by nine in the morning, yeah?” I grabbed a fry and chomped on it as we settled in to eat.
“Yeah, I told Momma to expect us a little after noon.” Q took a giant bite of a burger and groaned. “So good.”
“So, I never met Momma’s sister. What’s she like?” I tore into my own cheeseburger. It really was delicious. But possibly only because I was exhausted and starving.
“Well, Aunt Mae is actually Great Aunt Maebelle. But she doesn’t acknowledge her age so don’t mention the Great Aunt part. And if you value your life, you will never call her Maebelle. She claims she nixed the Belle part when she was two and refused to speak to anyone who called her by her full name.” Quincy chuckled. “But Momma swears that the family called her Maebelle her entire childhood and it wasn’t until college that Mae stopped using the Belle.”
“Marlene and Maebelle. That’s cute. Marlene and Mae.” I shook my head. “Sorry, I can’t do Marlene. Momma and Mae. That’s better. I can handle that.”
We finished our food and cleaned up. Quincy deemed the pizza would be fine to sit out over night as long as the box was closed. The leftover Chinese was squeezed into the tiny fridge. I gathered the trash.
“We should make sure we’re packed and ready so all we have to do is shower and dress before heading out.” Quincy hung a shirt in the closet.
When we finally flopped onto the king-sized bed, I wondered if I’d ever been so tired.
“This bed is amazing. So big.”
“A lot different from our squished together twins back home.” I smiled at the memory and my heart warmed.
“I know we’re both exhausted. But I also know we may not get much alone time at Aunt Mae’s.” Quincy turned to his side and propped his head on his elbow.
“Just what are you suggesting, Mr. Sanders?” I turned to face him and ran my hand down his side. My dick was immediately on board with whatever he had in mind.
“Maybe we fool around a little before sleep?” Q raised a brow.
“I mean, we’ve got this amazing bed. It would be a shame to waste it, right? Plus, as tired as I am, I still feel a little wound up.”
“Well then, by all means, allow me to unwind you.” He pulled me close and kissed me hungrily.
I threw a leg over Q’s hips and moaned as our cocks rocked together. “Naked. We should be naked.”
Quincy pulled back just enough to rip his shirt over his head before he grabbed the hem of mine and tore it over my head. We fumbled together to push our sweats down until the material was kicked to the side and forgotten. Q rolled to the side of the bed and fumbled through his bag. He quickly produced lube and a condom.
I watched, heart and cock pumping the same rhythm, as he ripped open the condom and rolled it down his length.
“Face away from me.” Quincy’s demand took my breath away.
I rolled to my right side, facing my back to him.
The snap of the lube opening made my dick jerk.
And then Quincy was pressed against my back, his strong heat surrounding me. He kissed my neck and nibbled at my ear as his cock pressed into my ass. “Lift your leg.” Q hefted my left leg up and back a little to drape over his left leg. “This okay?” His whispered concern for me warmed my heart.
“Yeah, very okay.” My breath hitched when his cock head pushed against my entrance. “Go slow, little sore.”
“Too sore? We don’t have to.” Quincy paused and kissed my neck.
“No, I want to. Just soft and slow tonight, yeah?”
“Mmmm, that sounds amazing,” Q growled at my ear. He pressed slowly into my body.
The initial sting faded and allowed for a pleasurable heat to fill me. “So big and hot,” I panted.
“You’re so damn tight, G,” Quincy gritted out.
I turned my head toward him and let Q’s tongue plunge into my mouth, let his lips own mine. All while his cock slid slow and deep in and out of my body.
His right arm was under me and his hand snaked up to toy with my nipples while his left hand trailed from my hip to stroke my dick. He ran his thumb through my wet slit before gripping me again. I thrust into his fist in the same slow rhythm as his cock pumped into my ass.
Our bodies, united as one, were lost in a haze of lovemaking for several moments until Quincy growled, “I’m gonna come, gonna fill this pretty little ass.”
I whimpered and my balls drew up tight. I moved my left leg to the mattress and twisted my hips in such a way that Quincy was more on top as he pumped into me. The change in angle had him brushing all the right spots and I saw stars. I cried out as my release erupted from me, my head thrown back as Q kissed my neck.
Quincy thrust deep one last time and groaned as his cock throbbed hot and hard in my ass. He continued to pump into me as he rode out his orgasm until he collapsed on me, breathing hard.
“Yeah, we can’t do that at Aunt Mae’s,” I panted.
“Definitely not,” Quincy agreed. “Maybe they’ll go play Bingo or something one night. Or we can be extra quiet with locked doors and blowjobs.”
“And we’ll just have to look forward to being back in our private suite.” I sighed as Quincy pulled from my body. “Can you imagine how much it woul
d have sucked to be placed with a different roommate?”
Quincy shuddered. “So terrible. But I get you all to myself for all four years. Perfect.”
“Thanks to Momma.”
“We really should thank her again. She’s allowed for her sons to cohabitate and fuck each other’s brains out any time of the day.” Quincy winked.
“Probably best to avoid mentioning that. I know she wanted us together and happy. But I’m thinking she doesn’t want to hear about our sex life.” I chuckled.
Quincy rolled from the bed and grabbed a couple washcloths. “True that. Although, with Momma, you never really know.”
We cleaned up and climbed under the fluffy softness of the comforter. Quincy pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head. “I love you, G.”
“Love you,” I whispered against his chest.
The next morning, after showers and leftover Chinese, we hit the road.
“Three hours!” Quincy pumped a fist. “I’m ready for this drive to be over.”
“I can’t believe how much warmer it is down here. I’m glad I brought shorts and t-shirts.” I held my hand out the window and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my face.
“I’m thinking Momma will stay with Mae from now on. No need for her to be anywhere else.” Quincy eased the car into interstate traffic. “We could make this our normal winter break destination. Get time with Momma plus warm weather and the chance to relax between semesters.”
“That sounds amazing. Build new traditions with Momma and for us.” I loved the thought of set visits with Momma and yearly vacations with Q. “And, one day, we’ll be able to pay for it ourselves.” I teased and then laughed when Quincy’s face wrinkled.
“Yeah, that sounds amazing.” He deadpanned.
We chatted about the different trees and roadside vegetation, the different restaurants and shops and gas stations we saw along the way—so many were new to us—and what we wanted to do with the week we were spending with Momma.
In no time at all, we pulled into the small neighborhood where Aunt Mae and Momma lived. A few twists and turns through the community and we pulled up to the correct address. Momma and Mae sat on the front porch smiling broadly.
“Wow.” Quincy sighed. “Really hard to see Momma without Pops, but she looks healthy and happy. And knowing she’s as excited to see us as we are to see her is nice.”
I swallowed thickly. “Aside from Max, Pops was the only real father figure I ever had. I wish he could be sitting there with her.” My eyes stung. “But she does look okay, like she’s adjusted well.”
“Okay, let’s not get all teary-eyed before we go say hello.” Quincy leaned over and kissed me.
“Oh wow, you think Aunt Mae is okay with us together?” It wasn’t a thought I’d had until that very moment.
“You actually think Momma would live with someone who didn’t accept her boys exactly the way they are?” Quincy rolled his eyes.
I laughed, relieved. “True. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
We hefted our bags from the car and headed to the porch. The small home had three steps to the porch, but a ramp was also available if needed. The porch was covered in a fake grass type carpet and Aunt Mae had several plants decorating the area.
“My boys,” Momma croaked and pulled us both into the tightest, longest hug she’d given us since the day she left us at college. “Oh Lord, it’s so good to see you. I’ve been needin’ a little Q and G something fierce.”
When we finally pulled apart, the three of us were sniffling and wiping our eyes, Momma motioned to her sister. “Q, you remember Aunt Mae.”
Quincy stepped forward and hugged his aunt.
“Griffin, I know you’ve heard of Aunt Mae throughout the years, but after she moved to Florida when Quincy was nine, we really didn’t get to see her much.” Momma stopped and tapped her chin as if recalling something. “I guess Pops and I came down a couple times, but we never had you boys with us.” She waved away her thought. “That’s neither here nor there, this is the infamous Aunt Mae you’ve heard so much about.”
I walked into Aunt Mae’s hug and truly felt as if I’d been approved, welcomed, loved, and wanted within seconds of her arms wrapping around me.
“I never got to have children,” Aunt Mae stated as she patted my cheek. “But having Quincy and you as my nephews has always made me feel like I got to be a surrogate mother. I just hate that we never really got to spend much time together.”
“No worries about that Aunt Mae,” Q interrupted. “Griffin and I are already planning vacations to see you and Momma on each winter break.”
“Well now, that sounds downright perfect.” Mae beamed.
“Let’s not be too hasty in skipping over Spring Break and summertime.” Momma stood with her hands on her hips.
Quincy and I glanced at each other and shrugged.
“As long as jobs and money and schedules allow for it, we could make at least one of those work.” Quincy picked up his bag where he’d dropped it on the floor.
I did the same.
“Well, if you two knuckleheads,” Momma started, but she looked directly at me, “would allow Max to pay for plane tickets, the trip would be much easier.”
Quincy laughed and I blushed.
“Fourteen hours in a car with Quincy? Nah, it was a breeze.” I tucked my arm through Q’s.
“Hey, it was actually fun. Aside from Grif’s questionable song choices. And he’s not as great at driving as I am.”
I elbowed him and he grunted.
“But we enjoyed lots of conversation time.” Quincy kissed the side of my head.
“Well, I think a plane would be easier. Plus, it would get you here quicker.” Momma swung the front door open and ushered us inside.
“Thanks for all the Christmas gifts, Momma. You went way beyond what was necessary, but the items were amazing.” I kissed her cheek.
“Yes, the gifts were so great. Thank you.” Quincy hugged her close to his side as we followed Aunt Mae.
Mae directed us toward the back of the house. “Now, Marlene assured me you two would be comfortable rooming together. She took the guest room, but this is the den. We outfitted it with a nice bed. You should have plenty of room. And the door locks.”
Quincy and I appeared to both make the decision to ignore the insinuation and simply walked into the room and tossed our bags down. The room was just slightly larger than my bedroom in the suite, but a full-size bed fit easily. Plants adorned every nook and cranny of the room. The dark wood paneling spoke of the age of the home. But the mauve carpet hinted that at least the carpeting had been replaced somewhat recently.
“Oh wow, this is great. Thank you so much. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble to set us up in here.” I sat gently on the soft bed.
“Nonsense. I don’t do anything if it’s too much trouble.” Aunt Mae waved off my concern.
“Are you boys hungry?” Momma gestured toward the door.
“Starving.” Quincy rushed out of the room.
“Yes, we are hungry,” I agreed with a smile and followed Quincy.
Momma and Mae bustled easily together around the kitchen and produced four plates. Turkey, ham, and roast beef sub sandwiches, chips, baked beans, and coleslaw.
“Water, sweet tea, coffee, or juice?” Momma asked.
“I made unsweet tea, too.” Mae held up a smaller pitcher.
“Oh, I’ll take unsweet.” I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice.
“Eeew, I’ll take sweet tea. The only way tea should ever be consumed.” Quincy filled his own glass with ice and bumped my hip.
“I like hot tea sweet, but iced tea I like unsweet.” I shrugged and poured my drink.
The four of us sat down at the table like we’d been doing it our whole lives and tore into our food. Okay, Quincy and I tore into our food. Momma and Mae were slightly more civilized.
“This is the best coleslaw I’ve ever eaten.” I shoveled more into my mouth.
“And the baked beans?” Quincy moaned and glanced Heaven-ward. “So good. Don’t get beans like this back at school.”
“How in the world does a simple lunchmeat sandwich taste so good?” I wondered aloud around a bite before popping a chip into my mouth.
“Oh dear, it’s worse than I feared.” Momma held a hand to her mouth.
Aunt Mae nodded. “They’ve been starved at school.”
“We’ve got a week to feed them properly. My sweet, sweet deprived boys, what meals would you like while you’re here?” Momma took both of our hands.
Quincy and I stared at each other across the table. Had we been starved? No. Did Momma really think we’d been going without food? No. Well, probably not. But did the thought of our favorite homemade meals appeal? Yes. Hell, yes.
Our requests included chicken and noodles with mashed potatoes, baked macaroni and cheese, fried chicken, cinnamon rolls, beef roast with potatoes and carrots, and homemade rolls.
The request of cinnamon rolls reminded Momma that we’d attempted our own Christmas Day breakfast and lunch. By the time we finished telling the story of the burned chicken and veggies, Momma and Mae were laughing so hard they were crying.
“But the cinnamon rolls were amazing.” Quincy defended.
I nodded. “They really were. Almost as good as yours.”
“Boys, are you wanting a nap or want to see the beach?” Mae began to clear the table.
Quincy and I jumped up to help.
“I see you raised them right, Marlene.” Mae smiled as she watched us clean up.
“Only way to do it. No sons of mine are going to sit around and let a female clean the kitchen.” Momma nodded proudly.
“We’d be sitting around waiting for a very long time if either of us were expecting a female to show up and clean our messes back at school.” Quincy threw an arm around my shoulders and kissed the side of my head. “We split the chores and keep things nice and neat just the way Momma taught us.”