by David Horne
“Actually, jobs are hard to come by when you don’t have a lot of work experience due to having to quit over and over again. Getting hired isn’t the same as it used to be when you were younger, Mom,” he explained it to her as simply as possible and she scoffed.
“You’re making excuses for yourself again! We raised you better than that, I hope you don’t really believe that and strive to do your best,” she clicked her tongue and got up to get herself a drink.
“I wasn’t-”
“Don’t talk back to your mother young man, you are still our child and we will not tolerate such behavior in this house.” Both of them gave him a disapproving look that made him want to leave that second but he tolerated it. “This evening you are going on a date with the girl we have picked and you will not tell her about your hobby.”
“Liking men instead of women isn’t a hobby, it is my sexuality,” Eric gritted his teeth and stood up when his father sighed. “If you have a problem with me being gay, just don’t try to force me to be straight. I am not straight, nor will I ever be!” He threw down his napkin on the table and walked as calmly as possible out of the room.
It was a few hours after sitting in his room angrily and debating leaving that his mother came in. “Eric, I know you’re not going to agree on the homosexuality you claim to have, but I will say we won’t tell you to quit another job. Your father and I talked it over and researched it, realizing how tedious the process has become, we understand your struggle. Girls can wait for a later time, so please come downstairs and talk with us.”
Listening to her to the end, he rubbed his hands over his face trying to not yell in his frustration. The biggest thing he wanted his parents to understand was that he couldn’t change his sexuality. All through high school, he had tried to deny it and date girls but Emma encouraged him to listen to himself. Neither of his parents thought he was serious until he brought a boyfriend home and they kicked the guy out of the house.
“We’ll be in the living room if you decide to come down,” Petunia said through the door, her fading footsteps coming as a relief to Eric.
“When are they ever going to see they can’t just tell me that I’m meant to be straight? Fuck, I feel like shit,” he groaned and flopped onto his bed, checking his phone. Damien had sent him a picture of a box in the garage with a bow on it, texting him he had a present for him when he got back. Sighing softly, he admired Damien in the picture next to the present, changing it to be his screen saver.
“There he is! Eric come watch this movie with us,” Hendricks said with a smile, but his son shook his head.
“I have to get back. My job is willing to give me my position back and I was getting paid pretty well, plus I got free meals every day. I’ll see you guys after Halloween,” he hugged them both and kissed his mother on the cheek. “Thanks for having me over.” Driving back was a few hours and in that time, he listened to his favorite music and a few songs Damien had recommended to him. He pulled up to Damien’s garage door and parked next to his car before running inside to see him.
“Eric, why are you back so-” Damien had the air knocked out of him as Eric practically pounced on him.
“You’re so good to me, they said something I don’t even know how to react,” he whispered and hugged him tighter. Heaving a breath of relief, Damien slipped his arms around him and just lifted him up.
“I’m sorry baby, do you want to eat something and talk about it?” He asked while Eric just wrapped his legs around his waist, holding himself up against him.
“I want to see the surprise in the garage and get a picture of us together,” he demanded and made Damien laugh. Carrying him out into the garage, he kept a hand on his back and patted his head as he sat him down on his feet.
"This may not be the most impressive thing but I did work very hard on it for you,” he walked over and pulled off the thing covering what had looked like a box but it was instead a pull open wardrobe that unfolded. “Woodwork was my favorite subject in high school.”
“Damien that’s beautiful! And you made this?” Eric walked over with his mouth opened slightly in awe. Gliding his hand along the glossy surface he started to wonder how long Damien had worked on it.
“Yeah, it took me quite a while and I wanted to have it finished before I asked you out. So, I started to work on it more when I had my days off instead of before breakfast and such,” Damien grinned as he watched him look at it with such great interest.
“Aww, that’s so sweet. I could just kiss you,” he smirked and pulled Damien down to kiss him on the lips. It soon turned into another make-out session where both of them were competing for some form of power over the other. Panting and pulling back first was Eric, a blush on his face as he had gotten turned on. “Don’t say anything, I’m still in my prime so it’s not my fault.”
“Of course not, you go take care of yourself in the bathroom and I’ll make us dinner baby,” Damien winked at him, guiding him back out into the house.
“You don’t have to say it like that, I’ll be back by the time dinner is done,” Eric huffed and went to the bathroom. He was correct and finished before dinner but he stayed in there to let himself calm down and cool off. “Damn him and his skills, I’ll get the upper hand next time.” The food made the house smell good, a mix of leftover soup he warmed up on the stove and pork chops baked in the oven.
“I made this soup yesterday and wanted to save it so you could taste it since the flavor really comes out more after refrigerating it,” Damien stated, serving up a medium portion for the both of them. “Do you want to talk about what your parents said?”
“After we eat, I don’t want to spoil the meal,” Eric pecked him on the cheek and made a move to take the food but Damien turned his head the other way. “You’re acting spoiled now,” he gets on his toes and at first it was a kiss on the cheek but then he blew a raspberry and grabbed his food. Quickly he dashed out of the kitchen while still being careful with the soup so as to not spill it.
“You little trickster, you’re so going to get it,” he kind of growled and chased after him. They both set their food down, playing a game of chase around the dining room until Damien scooped Eric up and blew a raspberry on his lips.
“Ewe,” he laughed at Damien’s sour expression and smooched him until he smiled. “Happy now?”
“Very, let’s eat,” Damien kissed him back before sitting him down in the chair next to him. “Dipping the pork in the soup is also pretty good and gives it an extra tasty flavor on top of the seasonings. Honestly, it was one of my favorites to make and have as leftovers for the rest of the week for myself. My parents were practically never home after I turned twelve. Two years of simple microwave meals made me take an interest in cooking for myself.”
“Aww, it’s not right they didn’t spend more time with you,” Eric sympathized with him and held his hand, glad he was opening up more.
“Like your parents, when I moved away, they tried to keep me on a leash. Setting rules like never before and getting me so stressed I told them I didn’t want to talk to them. I blocked their numbers for a few months until it came to my mom’s birthday. When she heard my voice, she started yelling at me and it was then I knew that to get along with them, our time together would have to be short.”
Neither of them felt sad but they did eat slower than usual, “Maybe that’s what I need with my parents. I love them, I really do but they’re just overwhelming most of the time. Probably won’t be happy about my decision but there’s only so much you can handle.” They gazed at each other with a mutual understanding of the struggling relationship with the parents who don’t seem to understand them.
Chapter Ten
It was Friday morning when Emma woke Eric up to get him to help her with something she was trying to bring upstairs. He groaned and waved a hand before he got up to help her carry the cabinet and boxes up to their apartment. "Why did you start becoming a morning person? You wake up before Damien even texts me now!"
/> "I get more done when I wake up early and have better sleep. Might as well take advantage of the extra boosts it gives me before I revert back," she shrugged and carried boxes up the stairs while Eric struggled. A full set of filing cabinets with contents locked safely inside was much harder to get up the stairs than anticipated. Even after Emma came back down to help the rest of the way, his arms were sore by the time it was inside the apartment.
"Never again, bring the items up here before you put them away," he slid down to the floor and glanced at his phone when it vibrated. "Crap, I forgot about my date with Damien! I've got to go get ready and have a pair of clothes. Uh, I'll see you late Saturday if not Sunday!" He rushed around, grabbing things and shoving them into a small suitcase to bring with him. If they were going to have a full weekend together then he didn't want to have to come back because he forgot something important. "You have the house to yourself, don't throw a huge party while I'm gone."
"Right, right, have fun on your date lover boy," Emma teased and watched him run out with a smile on her face. "That boy is going to lose something this weekend."
Eric arrived with flushed cheeks, letting himself inside for the umpteenth time. As was common, the house was filled with a delicious scent that overpowered everything else besides the slight hint of Damien's cologne. "Good morning babe, you're making a delectable breakfast again for us. Can I get a rundown on it?"
"First off is oatmeal with the toppings of butter, strawberries, and a few apple pieces. Optional peanut butter that's less artificial and more peanut. Secondly, we have croissant rolls wrapped around sausage, egg, and cheese. Finally, we have sweet green tea and orange juice for your morning boost," Damien set each thing down as he named it. Taking his seat next to his boyfriend, he pressed a kiss to his cheek then dug into his food.
"I'm in blissful food heaven," Eric hummed in absolute satisfaction at each bite. His muscled boyfriend was able to make a healthy breakfast and let it be filling enough to tide them over until lunch. "I'd never trade you for anyone else's cooking, you are a master," he claimed with complete sincerity.
"I'm also a master at a few other things but the saying goes that your stomach is the way to your heart." Winking playfully at Eric, he wiped some crumb off his face and licked it off his finger. Internally swooning, Eric blushed and waved a hand at him to motion for him to finish eating and stop flirting. In the kitchen both of them did the dishes, bumping each other in a joking manner to get out of the way.
"So slow, come on let me do it," Eric teased, bumping him with his hip and watching the eye roll of his partner.
"You're the one who washes them slower than molasses," Damien flicked water at Eric which only made him squeak in surprise. He got flustered at the noise he made and flicked water back for his own revenge.
"I'm not slow, I get them clean much better than you do mister," he stuck his tongue out in a childish fashion. Despite the playful bickering they still finished the chore faster than either of them doing it alone. "Didn't we suggest the Oklahoma City zoo? It's already open so we could totally go today! Twenty or twenty-five minutes if traffic is good, maybe forty if we take the long way."
"I believe we did, is it okay to go?" Damien asked but didn't get a spoken answer. Instead, Eric just walked to the door and started putting his shoes on while humming joyfully with car keys in hand. "Let me grab my camera and charger just in case, then we can head out. Don't you drive ahead first, we'll take whichever car you choose."
"Okay, but if you take too long, I might accidentally drive away," Eric called after him. Stepping out, he smiled as he felt the cool air of the autumn season through his t-shirt, putting his hoodie in the car in case it got colder. Three minutes passed before Damien got into the passenger side of Eric's car, ready to go, with a few snacks packed into a small cooler.
"Let's roll," he plugged his phone in and connected it to the stereo. "Do you have any preference on what music I play?"
"Nope, go ahead and let the tunes fly." Soon, a mix of the eighties and nineties music was playing and Damien could mouth or sing the lyrics to almost every song. "Look at you go, you could sing me to sleep anytime," he said in a flirtatious tone, really getting into the date mood.
"How about tonight, you and me in my bed playing some soft lullabies?" Damien gave him a look that made Eric want to climb into his lap that second.
"I'll be there ready to get my heart pulled by that sexy voice," the words slipped out but he didn't regret saying them. Especially when he saw the light flush of color in Damien's face, a rare sight unless he unknowingly caught the other staring at his ass.
"Guess that means I should whisper it in your ear until you're curled up close and drooping your eyes," his voice went a little lower as he slid a hand over to rest on Eric's thigh. "Maybe rub a few places to really help you relax," he continued on and his hand moved inch by inch up his inner thigh. Eric was holding his breath until Damien suddenly pulled his hand away, instead of switching the music that was playing.
"Aww, come on don't tease me like that-oh," Eric stopped when he heard the music playing. It was a romantic but slightly sexual song and he had to keep his focus on the road as the hand was sliding back into his lap. "Please," he whispered and then felt the other's big hand rubbing against his crotch.
"You're really energetic in the morning, it makes me want to tease you all the more. It's a good thing you're taking the back roads first," Damien leaned over and kissed his cheek. Skillfully he unzipped and took Eric out of his pants without having to move him back from the steering wheel. "Standing at attention today I see, very healthy young man."
"Holy," he bit his lip, not able to squirm too much since he's driving. At directions from Damien though, he pulled off into a side road to a rather desolate place. He left the car running as Damien put the car in park for him. Eric reclined his seat so Damien could lean over to suck him off. "Oh fuck! Deepthroating me like that is so hot," he moaned, the music from before mostly drowning out the noise.
"You've got cute noises, make more of them for me baby," Damien hummed around his cock, making vibrations on the head. Gasping at the mixed pleasures he thrust his hips up into the warm and welcoming mouth.
"Anything you want, just keep doing that please," he gripped the sides of the seat, feeling one of Damien's hands snake up his shirt. Swirling tongue movements on the slit in his tip made him shiver with the erotic intimacy happening between mouth and dick. "Fuck, babe I'm going to cum quick with that kind of skill."
Damien didn't respond instead, he started bobbing his head and sucking harder onto him teasing his nipples and feeling over the inside of his thighs. Moans and small pleasured whimpers only encouraged him more until Eric cried out, putting a hand in his wavy hair while he shot his load into Damien's mouth. One swallow later he pulled back to lick him clean then rubbed himself since the ordeal had turned him on as well.
"I'll suck you off, lay yourself back while I catch my breath," Eric breathed out. Raising his chair up, he got himself back into his pants after he was down enough and adjusted to be comfortable. "You really caught me off guard for a minute but that felt amazing."
"Hope so, you were moving your hips and everything," Damien winked and caressed his cheek, guiding him over for a kiss.
Chapter Eleven
Instead of a blow job, Eric ended up in his soul mate's lap making out with him to a cheesy love song with his pants pulled down below his ass. The erect dick of his partner was being ground against his ass while his own cock was being stimulated by friction against the abs of his hot boyfriend.
"Fuck you are so hot baby," Damien groaned as he held his hips, having Eric grinding on his front and back. Their lips were teased and they kissed harder as the movement increased in speed.
"You're sexy," Eric purred into the kiss and dragged his hands down the firm and muscular chest. The windows were fogging up slightly from the heat of their passionate pleasure. Not a soul was around so they didn't bother to hold back their
moans.
"Damn, your ass is so thick it wraps around me," Damien groaned, kissing along Eric's jaw to nibble down his neck. A small moan gave him an indication of the sensitive part of his partner's neck to which he kissed and nipped it. Barely making a mark he did the same to the other side but the spot was lower, and more on his shoulder.
"Don't make too many love bites, I'll have to wear, mph, a scarf to cover them up," Eric tilted his head back to give him more room. Doing as he pleased, but also taking the request in mind he pulled up his shirt, starting to suck on his chest instead. "Fuck, don't do it so much, I'll cum again," he whimpered in a pleasure-filled voice.
"Maybe I want you to because I'm getting close," the slapping sound of thighs against ass soon filled the car. Moans and inaudible words would be audible just under the slapping. "Oh fuck, baby I'm going to cum!" Damien growled out as he was grinding his dick hard against him.
"Mm! Me t-too!" Eric had his arms wrapped around Damien. Having his head still under his shirt, he teased and sucked until they both came. "Good thing you uh took your shirt off first," he murmured as he felt the thick hot load on his ass.
"Do you have napkins?" Damien asked after kissing him on the lips again, his hands on his ass. He massaged the plump cheeks, spreading and groping to make the smaller man kind of squirm.
"In the glove compartment," he moved his hips slowly trying not to get turned on for the third time. Reaching out, Damien got the napkins to wipe them off. He was careful on his ass so he didn't accidentally scratch him or rub the skin raw. Eric wiped his stomach and chest for him, the napkins getting balled up and put into an old grocery bag he has for garbage. "I'll take that out when we get to the zoo."
For the rest of the drive, their hands were intertwined every time there was a moment that Eric didn't need both of his hands. Stoplights and yield signs, they would immediately reach over to each other and let go when he had to drive forward. It was later morning when they arrived, not in a hurry since they had the rest of the day to explore the zoo.