“We need something to make it easier,” I blurted.
He released me from his mouth, then squeezed some hair conditioner on his fingers. “I can’t believe I was nervous about doing this to you. It’s awesome.”
I had to agree, but before I could say anything, he sucked me back into his mouth and moaned around my cock.
Soon, his slick finger toyed with my hole, but my body didn’t open up for him. Again, he let my dick fall from his mouth. “Bear down a little. I saw it on a video.”
That didn’t make sense to me, but I’d try.
As he sucked me again, he pushed at my hole and I bore down as instructed. Suddenly, his finger slid in a tiny bit.
It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t exactly pleasurable. Uncomfortable maybe. He wiggled it around and it felt weird. My legs trembled and he hugged me tighter, bracing me. His finger slid in deeper and he kept moving it around. My cock slid further into his mouth and hit the back of his throat.
“Your mouth is so hot. So wet,” I said as the tight wet heat almost became too much for me. “I’m going to come soon.”
He sucked me harder, and his finger went deeper and—
Oh! Pleasure jolted through me. What the hell was that?
Jeff seemed to know he’d done something, turned his finger a little, and I felt another jolt. Then again.
“Fuck, Jeff! What are you doing?”
He pulled off me with a loud pop. “Tell me when you’re about to come. I want you to come on my face.”
I nodded, feeling it all so incredible and overwhelming. He took me back into his mouth and worked me harder and faster as a second finger joined his first one. The pain was nothing I couldn’t handle. Then another jolt proved the strongest yet. “Going to come, Jeff!”
He pulled off me just as my pearly cream shot out once, twice, three times, then I lost count while a rainbow of colors exploded in my eyes. My release dripped from his cheek, and I shuddered as he removed his fingers from my ass.
“Hot,” I whispered. “So fucking hot.”
He stood, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. I fondled his erection, wanting to make him feel as good as I did.
“We don’t have a lot of time,” he said.
“Then let me make this quick,” I answered him, stroking him.
My hand flew fast over his dick. It took him less than a minute to orgasm and I trembled as it spattered my belly. I wasn’t sure why having his release on my skin and seeing mine on his thrilled me.
He sagged against the wall as we both caught our breath. I kissed him, then turned on the water again and watched the spray wash away the evidence of our fun.
We washed ourselves, but I had an intense desire to wash him. “Next time we take a shower together, I want to wash your whole body.”
“Aaron, you can do anything you want to me. Want to shower with me every time? You can.”
I hid my smile. We had so much fun learning together, with much more to explore.
When it became time for him to leave for work, he kept giving me kisses, and I thought it adorable. “Remember, if you get nervous at the D.A.’s office, just breathe through it. Pretend I’m there, okay?”
“Okay.”
Then he was gone, leaving me alone to worry about the meeting in three hours.
* * * *
I saw my grandparents waiting outside City Hall when I pulled in, but I didn’t see Pamela. I hurried to park, then made my way to the front doors.
Grandpa hugged me, and I felt calmer than I had in the last hour. “Hiya,” he said, his voice gruff. “How are you today?”
“Good. You?”
Grandma enfolded me in her arms also. Her flowery perfume filled the air, as if she’d spritzed some on in the car.
“Where’s Pamela?”
“She didn’t want to be part of the meeting,” Grandma began. “We feel she’s too young anyway, so she’s at her friend Danielle’s.”
“We’ve decided to stay at the hotel for the night, rather than driving back,” Grandpa informed me. “We wanted to be close in case the D.A. needs us for anything.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said as butterflies began attacking my stomach.
I opened the door for my grandparents, then followed them inside. Anxiety gripped me, but I remembered what Jeff always said. Breathe in. Breathe out. As the three of us walked down the hallway, I concentrated on my breathing.
After my grandpa knocked on Laura Morgan’s door, she opened it almost immediately. She wore a pair of casual slacks and a turquoise blouse, her hair in a ponytail. “I’m so glad you could meet today. I don’t always keep Saturday hours, but it’s been a busy week. Come in.” She gestured to the chairs.
Grandma and Grandpa each took a seat, but being too keyed up to sit, I found myself pacing behind them. Laura gave me a half-smile, her eyes crinkling with compassion. She clearly knew this was hard for me. For all of us.
Opening a tan folder, she took her seat, then braced her elbows on the desk and folding her hands together. “I’ve got to be honest. As you know, your son-in-law—your father, Aaron—has a sharp defense attorney. We’re concerned he could get off on voluntary manslaughter, which could set him free way too early for my comfort level.”
“Manslaughter only?” Grandpa barked, jaw clenched, hands fisted.
She scanned the page in the folder. “First of all, we’re considering this plea because, like I said, we don’t want him getting next to nothing, which is a possibility. We’d like to offer him second-degree murder. Fifteen years with the chance of parole after twelve.”
“Twelve years? For my mom’s life?” I blurted. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Language!”
Only when Grandma’s voice cut through my anger did I realize what I’d said. “I’m sorry. It’s just…that doesn’t seem fair.”
“I know,” Laura replied. “But if he gets voluntary manslaughter, he could be out in five.”
It stunned me to know my fear could come true. “He can’t get out!”
“He’ll stay behind bars for at least twelve years before he does, if we go with this plea deal,” she told me.
“I don’t understand why he’s even interested in taking a plea.”
Her face paled and she pretended to shuffle papers on her desk.
“You know why, don’t you?” I asked, my eyes narrowing.
She finally met my gaze. “Yes, but his words were so hateful, I hesitate to share them.”
Icy fingers wrapped around my heart. It had something to do with me, I could feel it in my soul. I rested my shaking hands on my grandma’s shoulders. “Please tell me.”
Laura pulled out another paper and read from it. “I refuse to stand trial if my children are going to testify. I won’t be around—”she cleared her throat “—a fag.”
My stomach dropped. Of course. He hated anyone gay. And that included me. His hatred was so extensive, he was putting his chance at freedom at risk in order to not have to see me.
“Well, that’s wonderful!” Grandma blurted and clasped her hands together.
Wonderful?
“Well, I don’t mean his wording, honey. Of course not,” she clarified. “I mean it’s wonderful that his own hatred is doing him in!”
She was right. His anger and hatred were backfiring on him. “Here I was always so scared to tell him, but it’s keeping him in jail longer.” I chuckled at the irony. “Wow. That’s just really…crazy.”
We spent at least another hour going over the details, and Laura promised to let us know as soon as things went through. “But be warned, he can change his mind and not take the plea.”
* * * *
Once we left, I went home to get ready for work. I texted Jeff to let him know we were going with the plea and I’d give him the details when I got there.
I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and grinned as I remembered what we had done that morning. I grew hard just thinking about it. How had I been lucky enough to
fall in love with my best friend?
I couldn’t believe we were going to prom together, and—hopefully—off to the same college. I rinsed out my mouth and brushed my hair before heading out, a smile stuck to my face.
I had dreaded this day and now I was just glad the worst part was over. Now at least I’d get to see Jeff. And God, I hoped I wouldn’t have to work concession.
Chapter 11
Prom night finally arrived and Jeff acted secretive.
The week had been crazy busy with finals, so Friday night, his mom had ordered pizza and we’d binge-watched Star Trek Voyager on Netflix almost all night. Lots of our friends had gone to parties to celebrate getting out of school the following week, but we just wanted to spend the evening together.
I thought it kind of stupid we had to go back to school next week, even if it was for only a few days. Since finals were over, we would probably watch movies or help teachers pack up things for summer, but either way, it would likely be boring.
Both Jeff and I had taken the weekend off from the movie theater so we could attend prom. Saturday morning we picked up our rentals, including shoes, which I’d completely forgotten to order. Luckily, Jeff had remembered to add them on.
I still hadn’t heard from the district attorney about my father’s plea, which had me concerned, but my grandparents reassured me these things could take time.
Russell Adams was having a party at the downtown hotel where prom was being held and had invited us. I didn’t even ask how he was able to rent the room. He was Russell Adams. Things always seemed to go his way.
When I’d talked with Jeff about stopping by the party after prom, he hedged around the question and never really answered. It was weird, but I’d let it go.
Now, as I dressed in my room, I couldn’t stop smiling. I’d never told anyone outside of my family that I loved them. But I had no doubt about how I felt about Jeff. Maybe prom would be the perfect night to say the words. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I loved him so much and it was important he knew.
I also knew I wanted to finally give myself to him. We’d been moving toward that every time we’d been intimate, but we’d never crossed that line. I enjoyed everything we did and wanted to finally be one with him.
That night when we got home from the dance, I would share my plans with him.
At a knock at the door, I called out, “Not ready yet.”
“Okay. I’ll meet you downstairs,” Jeff said.
“Couple more minutes.”
We were heading to dinner first, but he hadn’t told me where. He was being so mysterious. I mean, I knew it was prom, but he was almost acting like it was our first date.
Oh, my God! It was our first date. We’d been so busy with school, work, and dealing with my father and the death of my mom, we’d never really gone out on a date. Not a real one. My knees suddenly felt like jelly and I sunk onto my bed.
Our first date. Things had certainly changed quickly. But when I really thought about it, we’d been heading down this path for years. Can a person meet their soul mate in middle school? Can hearts find each other that simply? We had instantly connected, and no matter what happened in our lives, we’d both made sure to make each other top priority.
I had always loved my mom and would forever. And I certainly loved my grandparents and my sister. But I knew I’d always loved Jeff. Not romantically at first, yet still different than what I felt for my family. From the first time I’d met him, I knew he wouldn’t judge me. About anything. Deep down, I had known he would be okay with my being gay, even before I knew he was, too. It was my own fear that had kept part of my life hidden. Not sharing with him had been my own choice and there was no way I truly believed he’d stop being my friend. I might have told myself that and had used it as an excuse, but the reality was simpler—I was scared of my life changing. Scared of my father finding out. Scared of what would happen at school.
None of my fears had materialized. Well, my father sure didn’t take it well, but disappointing the man who killed my mother was the least of my worries. I was putting him in the past and moving on.
I had a lot to look forward to. For instance, the prom. I stepped in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
It shocked me to see myself in a tuxedo. I looked…mature. I liked how the teal vest and bow tie popped against the black tux with shiny lapels and white button-down shirt. The satiny black stripe down the legs was a nice touch, too. I turned to see how it fit in the back and flipped up the jacket. The pants hugged my ass, but not too tightly. I couldn’t help grinning as I thought how Jeff liked to grab my ass.
One more glance, a quick glide of my fingers through my hair, and I felt ready. As I reached for the door handle, I took a deep breath. Something told me this evening would become a favorite memory.
As I descended the stairs, I took in the sight of Jeff waiting by the front door. My breath hitched. He looked sexy as hell in his matching tuxedo, with a teal bow tie and cummerbund. My body reacted as the image of all our tuxedo finery lying on the floor flashed through my mind. I wanted him so badly I’d happily skip the damn prom.
“Oh, you boys look amazing!”
I winced at the sound of Judy’s voice. I’d been so caught up in Jeff, I hadn’t seen her standing there.
She pulled me close. “You are so handsome, Aaron!”
My face heated at her praise, but her words and actions seemed so…motherly. I swallowed through the thick lump in my throat and blinked back the tears that sprang to my eyes. I wondered if my mom was watching me and knew I was going to prom.
Judy placed her hands on my shoulders. “Your mom would be so proud, Aaron.”
My heart fluttered; she knew exactly what I’d been thinking. I sniffled a little as she let go and stepped back.
Jeff came over and cupped my cheeks, his thumb wiping the stray tear that had started to fall. “She’s right. You do look amazing.”
“So do you.”
“Okay, you two, I have to get some pictures.”
“Mom—” Jeff began to protest, but I put my hand on top of his, still on my cheek. This was an important night for us. I wanted a picture, too. He nodded his understanding and turned back to her. “Fine, where do you want us?”
She beamed. “Let’s do a few in front of the fireplace and some by the door.”
Jeff shot me a look of annoyance, but I shrugged and smiled. It felt good to have a woman fussing over me. I pulled him toward the fireplace.
By the time we finished with pictures, about thirty minutes had passed and my stomach started growling.
“Mom, we’ve got to go,” Jeff insisted as he headed to the door.
“I’ve got one more thing.” She smiled and went into the kitchen.
We both groaned. We’d never get out of the house.
Judy returned with an envelope. I froze when she laid it in my hands. Was this what I thought it was? Surely, the college wouldn’t answer so quickly. But there it was—the college logo and name printed on the envelope. I shot a look of disbelief at Jeff.
“Aren’t you going to open it?” Judy asked.
Dread filled my chest. “It can’t be good news to get this so soon.”
She sighed. “Don’t think like that. Just open it.”
Knowing better than to argue with her, I ripped it open and unfolded the letter. Jeff peered over my shoulder. The words floated in front of me. Was I seeing this right? Had I been accepted?
Jeff’s fist shot in the air. “Woo-hoo!”
I had been accepted. I’d be going to college with Jeff. Tears filled my eyes again and I wiped them away with my hand.
“How could this happen so quickly? I didn’t think I’d hear until after graduation.”
Judy laughed. “Sometimes it’s good to know someone who works at the college.”
My jaw dropped.
She laughed and shook her head. “All I did was make a call and explain the situation and wondere
d if there was any way to put a rush on it. My friend must have presented a convincing argument, because lo and behold, you got your letter.”
Dumbfounded, I stayed rooted to the ground. She took the letter from my hand. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. You guys go have fun.”
Jeff guided me outside to the truck. As I clicked my seatbelt in place, he gripped my shoulder. “This is so fucking awesome!”
His excitement cut through my fog. I looked at him in awe. “Shit! We’re going to college together!”
He laughed. “Best day ever.”
I had to agree with him.
“You ready for tonight?” he inquired, his voice growing quiet.
I stared into those blue eyes and a sudden shot of desire coursed through me. I licked my dry lips. “Are you?”
His eyes flashed and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I’ve been ready forever,” he whispered, his hot breath gliding over my skin. I trembled as he pulled back and put the truck in gear.
My stomach growled into the silence. “Where are we going for dinner? A drive-thru?”
He shot me a horrified look. “On our first date? I’ve got some surprises for you.”
I grinned. “Like what?”
He shook his head. “That’s why it’s called a surprise. Shit, you’ve never been good at being patient.”
I chuckled. I hated not knowing things.
He gave me a sidelong glance as he pulled out onto the highway, then set his hand on my leg. The heat from his touch spread rapidly and I was rock-hard in seconds. I wondered what he’d think if I slid my hand across his fly. I itched to do it, but with great Herculean force, I managed to keep myself in check. We’d have time when we got back home. Jeff had been excited about prom and obviously had things planned out, so I didn’t want to jump the gun and ruin those plans.
It surprised me when we pulled in front of Red Lobster. I twirled around in my seat. “I love this place!”
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