“Oh. Maybe it was Munchie.”
Our black and white cat sauntered into the room, tail sticking straight up into the air and curled at the tip.
I picked up the little demon, ignoring her yowl and cuddling her.
“I think she’s finally growing on you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Me and Munchie are sworn enemies.”
I set her down, and she sauntered toward her food dish, pawing at the ground suggestively.
“Jackie wants to know if she can invite Jenny to our housewarming.”
Jenny stayed in Boston after my dad shut down our branch. He offered everyone relocation packages, including Kylie. She took what would have been my job out in Wyoming. She got what she wanted without having to bring me down.
“Jenny knows about us?” I asked.
“Jackie can’t keep a secret to save her fucking life.”
“Fine. I don’t have a choice, I guess,” I grumbled, lathering up shaving cream and dabbing it over my stubble.
“You do have a choice. I can tell Jackie not to bring her.”
“I don’t want drama. She can come.”
“Cool. Oh, and Peter’s bringing wine.”
“Peter?”
“Don’t ask like that. You knew he was coming.”
I rolled my eyes. Peter. I wasn’t convinced he didn’t still have a ‘thing’ for Max. I didn’t care if he had a boyfriend. I dragged my razor over my face, tapping the handle against the sink as hair and shaving cream swirled down the drain.
“Without Peter, we wouldn’t have this sick ass apartment.”
“Without our new jobs we wouldn’t have this apartment.”
“I know. I feel so fucking pretentious…”
“Stop that. You worked hard for your new position.”
“I know. But I wouldn’t have negotiated my salary that high if it weren’t for you.”
“They don’t call me the closer for nothing, babe.”
Max snorted.
“The closer? Who calls you that?”
“Shut up.”
He wrapped his arms around me from behind, pressing his warm chest into mine. Forever. I could live like this forever. My first goal was to get through our housewarming party, my first time claiming a man as mine.
“Are you nervous?” Max asked, kissing my shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t be. It will be chill. I mean… no one cares about judging people anymore.”
I wiped shaving cream off my face with a hot towel.
“You’re right. I’m overthinking it.”
“It’s just… I’ve never done it before. I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve never lived with anyone.”
“Neither have I.”
“Yeah but you’re… strong.”
Max rubbed his thumb over my cheek.
“You missed a spot.”
He dragged the razor over the few remaining strands of hair and stroked my clean face.
“There. You’re fine. There won’t be any drama. It will be… normal.”
Max pulled me close to him and kissed me. He’d cut his hair since our move and he’d finally taken me up on my offer to train him. His lean muscles bulged more and a tent in his pants stretched toward me.
“You have to be joking,” I whispered.
“Can’t help it. My boyfriend’s a fucking beast. It’s hot.”
“Keep it in your pants, horn dog.”
Max kissed my shoulder.
“You’re right. Ju said she was coming early.”
My shoulders tensed at the mention of Max’s sister. But there was no avoiding her. The doorbell rang, and I answered the door, dressed in a white button down and jeans. Julissa smiled when she saw us.
“Hey, Tony.”
“Hey. C’mon in.”
“Where’s that brother of mine?”
“He’s uh, changing.”
“So,” she said, smirking, “I see you two have taken up quite the interior decorating project.”
Julissa’s smiles always made me feel uneasy, like she was looking for a way in to bully me. I was never afraid of girls before, but she wasn’t only a girl. She was my boyfriend’s judgmental sister, and she never found out I had a fling with her ex. I always worried the next thing out of her mouth would be some kind of accusation.
“Yeah. It’s all Max’s doing. We’ve been watching fucking HGTV for the past two weeks and spending money on all kinds of things — vases, mirrors, goddamned picture frames.”
“Aww, that’s so cute.”
“Hm.”
“We got off on the wrong foot but I’m glad Max is happy.”
“Yeah. I’m sure us getting off on the wrong foot was my fault.”
“No. It was mine. Dating Mark, I became someone I didn’t even recognize.”
“I know how that is.”
“You’re sweet, Tony. I hope you and Max last.”
I hoped we did too. In fact, I had a plan to make sure we did.
42
MAX PATEL
Julissa and Tony were getting along and chatting about God knows what by the time Peter showed up with the wine. Julissa went off to the living room to call Jackie and find out when she was coming. Peter shook Tony’s hand. Even if they met before.
“Anthony, looking sharp.”
“I could say the same to you.”
“Like my shaved head? Everyone at work said I looked like an egg.”
Tony grinned and answered, “You look nice.”
“I hope you don’t mind my boyfriend’s coming over too.”
“The more the merrier,” Tony said, and he loosened up.
Within an hour, they filled our apartment from wall to wall with friends. Tony got along great with people, but he wasn’t the kind to enjoy strangers in his space. I pulled him aside.
“Doing okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Everyone’s having a good time.”
“Are you?”
“It’s a crowd but I’m drinking. Enjoying myself.”
I kissed him and he held the base of my chin.
“I love you, babe.”
“I love you too.”
He’d taken to calling me ‘babe’. At first the word made me uneasy. Now it made me hard to hear him say it, to hear the possessiveness in his voice and to know he wanted me. Tony pecked my lower lip, and we joined our friends. After a few hours of playing board games, getting drunk and talking about every detail of our new apartment, everyone left at around midnight. Tony had work in the morning and he was already beer drunk, one of the worst kinds of drunk Tony got.
Not because he was mean, but because he was inexplicably horny.
He shut the door behind him as we ushered Julissa out.
“C’mere,” he muttered.
Tony wrapped his arms around me. He smelled like beer and a good time.
“I have something important to talk to you about. But we need to sit down.”
He had that bad news edge to his voice.
“Is everything ok?”
“God fuckin’ damn it, Max, stop asking me questions. I’m getting to it.”
“If you ask me to sit down, I’ll ask questions.”
“Sit.”
“Yes, daddy.”
Tony raised an eyebrow.
“I told you not to call me that.”
I smirked.
“Whatever.”
He sat across from me and leaned forward.
“Fuck, I need another beer.”
“Talk. Now.”
“Okay. Listen. I don’t know how people do this or like how I’m supposed to do what I want to do. But I want to do this and I know you want it. I think you want it. And I’m willing to take the risk if you’re willing to take the risk. But I have to ask now. Because we’ve been through a lot and I want to know the answer now… not later. Because I know. And uh... Yeah.”
“How drunk are you?”
“Fuckin’ hell, Max. Are you even listening?”
“I’m listening. I just don’t have a clue what the hell you’re trying to say.”
“I’m trying to say... Oh fuck. I want to marry you.”
I laughed. Oh, fuck. Why did I always laugh when Tony tried to bring something serious to me?! He’d definitely think I was an asshole for it.
“I’ll give you another chance to answer me.”
“Sorry.”
“I get it. It’s your nervous response. You don’t have to be so damn jittery.”
“Get married? Why would we get married? We don’t have to.”
“I know we don’t fuckin’ have to. But we can. And I want to. I’m Texan. I grew up wanting to get married. Sure, it didn’t play out the way I thought it would, but I love you. I don’t want to leave you and… I don’t want you to leave me.”
“I’m not going to leave you.”
“Okay. Fuck. If it’s an awful idea, it’s an awful idea.”
“Wait. I’m not saying no. I mean… I never thought about it before.”
“What’s holding you back? Is it ‘cause I don’t get along too good with your friends or something? I can try. I mean, I can do better. For you.”
Tony glanced at me nervously. I was still getting used to the fact that I could make him of all people nervous.
“Nothing’s holding me back. I... I want to be with you forever.”
He strode over to me, sitting next to me so our thighs touched.
“Mean that?”
“Yes. And do you know how refreshing it is to know you have a sensitive side?”
Tony scowled and then kissed me.
“Don’t you dare go around telling people.”
“Why would I do that? It’s fun keeping your little secret... that you’re the softie.”
“Watch your mouth, Patel.”
I kissed him and climbed on top of him. Tony grabbed my hips and pulled me in close so my hardness pressed against his flat stomach. Tony pulled me down and flipped me on my back. He kissed my chest and planted his lips to my lower abs. He peeled my jeans off and my boxers and wrapped his lips around my cock without kissing the shaft or teasing the head.
He stroked my balls and pressed his finger against my backdoor as he took my shaft into his mouth and buried it deep. I groaned as Tony’s lips wrapped tighter around my dick and he bobbed his head, running his tongue along the underside of my shaft and tightening his grasp around the head of my cock. His spit dribbled down my rigid dick and coated my asshole with his saliva as he licked and sucked my cock until veins bulged out of the side.
Tony drove his tongue to my backdoor and pressed deep inside me. My cheeks clenched and my cock stiffened on the edge of bursting again. Tony’s tongue parted my ass cheeks and soaked my hole with his spit until he eased his cock out of his jeans and pressed the unsheathed member at my soaked backdoor.
I grabbed his hips and pulled him close to me as he readied himself to enter me.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too.”
He pressed the helmet of his dick at my entrance and eased his way into my ass. Every inch of him ached for me as he spread my ass open and buried his cock into my satiny tightness. My nails dug into his brawny back muscles and his firm chest pressed into mine as his hips pumped between my legs. He groaned as his entire length buried inside me and I egged him on.
“Fuck me…”
He fucked me hard and fast and with surprising stamina until he exploded between my legs. My stiff pole needed release and as he withdrew his dick from my ass, Tony’s lips met my cock and he worked my staff until I erupted in his mouth. He swallowed every drop of my cum and lay on top of me, his chest heaving rhythmically.
“So… I guess that quarantine wasn’t so bad, huh?”
“It will make a crazy story for our grandkids,” I admitted, and held his head in the crook of my arm as we passed out naked on the couch.
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