Ridley Uncovered

by Peyton Miller

  I had a mom out there somewhere. What was she like as a person? What were her views about gays? It seemed to me that it was a subject everybody had an opinion on. I knew I shouldn’t lead with me being gay…or should I? Dad had skewed my view of the world. I wanted to be accepted and loved by my mother, but I couldn’t go back to hiding who I was. Damon had made it clear, he wanted me for more than just a sex partner.

  At half past five, I made my way back to my old office. Five and a half minutes later, Damon emerged from the building. His smile warmed me as he came closer. Damon held out his hand and I took it, lacing our fingers together.

  “Are you still okay with this. You know, us holding hands while we walk, being out and all?” Damon’s eyes were serious.

  I’d never felt so ready for anything in my life. I nodded and squeezed Damon’s hand.

  “Nothing has changed. I want to be with you.”

  We walked hand in hand towards a sweet little Asian restaurant two blocks over. No one wrinkled their noses, no one frowned or spit on us. No one cared except one old biddy who didn’t matter anyway. A few people smiled, seemingly just pleased to see another happy couple who were clearly in serious like, well maybe a little bit in love with each other. I was falling for Damon, that was for sure.

  The food tasted wonderful. I couldn’t remember ever having tasted a meal which was as good as this one. Perhaps this was at least in part due to who dined with me. It was amazing sharing a meal with someone I cared this much about.

  Damon held my hand on the walk back to his place. Was it too soon for me to think of it as home? Perhaps.

  After sharing a bottle of wine, I was feeling more than amorous. I didn’t want to wait to share his bed. I knew I wouldn’t leave. Sure, we had to get to know each other, but I was more than willing. When he stood, I reached for his hand. His gaze met mine and I saw the lust, but I also saw caring in his eyes. We headed upstairs without talking. Feeling lightheaded and very much in lust and maybe a little in love, I kissed Damon and pushed him up against the wall beside his bedroom. Damon pulled back and looked at me, his eyes narrowed.

  “I don’t want you regretting your decision.”

  “I won’t.”

  I reached for the knob to his bedroom and turned it. The door swung open and I stepped in. He stayed in the hall, staring down at his shoes.

  “Are you really sure? I mean I want you, I want you so much. Last night I almost came over and got you, but I don’t want to force you.”

  “You’re not forcing me. And yes, I’m sure.”

  His smile was broad and made my heart speed up. I tugged him close and we moved to his bed. He held me there, staring down into my eyes for a long moment. This wasn’t just sex, it meant more to both of us.

  After he kissed me one more time, we dropped to the mattress, him on top of me. The kisses continued even as Damon tugged off my shirt and pulled at the waistband of my pants, stripping them off. I was naked and it felt good to have his hands all over me. He was so freaking hot, and I was so freaking in lust with him.

  Damon kissed his way down my chest, past my dick to my ankles. Once he reached my ankles, he moved up to my knees, kissing his way up the inside of my thigh to the place right where my balls were. I cried out in ecstasy as he sucked one in. This was better than anything I’d ever felt.

  Damon released my ball then licked his way up my dick. I squirmed and pumped my hips. I needed more. Damon stopped licking my cock. He sucked his finger into his mouth before he pressed at my opening. The gasp that escaped my lips happened automatically.

  “Oh God, Damon, I want—I want you in me when I come.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, but I’ve never—” I went up on both elbows and met his gaze. “I’ve really never done this. Please, go slow. I’m a little nervous.”

  Damon’s lips tilted up and he moved up my body in one quick motion. His lips were on mine in a sweet kiss that left me breathless. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

  Damon opened his bedside table and pulled out a tube of lube. He poured some on his finger before sliding it between my ass cheeks. It slid in with almost no pain. Damon adjusted so he could lick my cock, teasing it back to hardness. His tongue felt so good on me, all wet and warm.

  I’d never felt anything so amazing. Being filled while having my cock licked was better than finding the perfect brownie and cup of tea. After a few more licks and some sucking, Damon sat up, his gaze meeting mine.

  “Both of us need to be tested. Until then, we’ll use a condom.”

  Damon pulled his finger out and wiped it on a shirt he found beside the bed. He rolled the condom on then squirted some lube on his cock, using his hand to spread the slick. When he lined up, his cock brushed over my opening and I shivered at his touch.

  “I want you to like this,” Damon said.

  “I will. I just need you.”

  I thought Damon was going to slide in, but he moved a little and pushed in one finger then added a second. He slowly fucked my ass with his fingers, finding that special place that made me want to come and keep coming.

  “I really am fond of you,” Damon said before he brushed his lips over mine, his words low and gravelly. “I’m falling in love with you, Ridley.”

  I stilled and Damon sat up.

  “We don’t have to do this if you’re not certain.”

  I gulped in air. “I want this. And I think I’m falling for you. I’m scared though. I’m not sure.”

  Damon stopped moving. “About the sex?”

  I shook my head. “No, I’m sure about that. I mean I know it’s going to hurt, but I’ve heard it feels very good.”

  “It does. And, babe, you don’t have to fall for me.”

  “But I think I am.”

  Damon removed his fingers from my ass. He wiped them on the same shirt he had before. With both hands clean, he cupped my face gently.

  “You take as much time as you need to fall in love. I’ve had more experience and I know what I like.”

  “You like me?”

  “Yeah, I like how awkward you are.”

  “I’m not awkward.” I knew it was a lie. I was so awkward and always had been.

  Damon laughed and nuzzled my neck with his nose. “You are so awkward and it’s endearing. I feel close to you.”

  “I feel close to you, too.”

  “Give yourself time. I want you to talk to me though, don’t let things hang between us.”

  “I won’t.”

  “Good, now then, I have something I really want to do.”

  “Clean the bathroom?”

  Damon shook his head before dropping a kiss on my nose. “We could use that as a code word,” Damon said as he lifted my legs and moved between them.

  I arched up and wrapped my legs around his waist as he brushed his cockhead over my opening. I jumped as anticipation filled me.

  Damon paused but I tightened my legs and pulled him closer. His gaze met mine as he pressed in. My head was buzzing, and I wanted this more than anything. When he slipped in, the pain took me by surprise.

  Damon froze. He’d propped up on one hand, the other one was massaging my balls then lower to my taint.

  “Breathe and bear down. I’ll get you there.”

  I nodded and pressed, wondering if I was made for this. What if I wasn’t gay enough to take a cock up my ass? Would that mean I failed? Would I be someone stuck in the middle, too gay to be straight or bi and not gay enough to be gay?

  “Don’t hold your breath,” Damon said.

  I nodded and let go. He pushed in and I groaned which turned into a long, low moan as Damon filled me.

  Pain mixed with pleasure. Damon continued to kiss me as he started stroking me. The feel of Damon’s hand on my dick, the soft kisses against my lips, and yes, Damon’s wonderful cock inside me was pushing me over the edge.

  I wanted to last, for this to keep going, but I was too close. My balls pulled up and Damon’s cock grew bigger. I didn�
��t know if I could keep this up as the intensity increased. I was going insane from the sensations rolling through me. Damon clutched my shoulder as he ripped his mouth from mine. The veins in his neck were bulging as he moaned.

  “Fuck, so good,” Damon growled as he came.

  My cock spurted between us. The slick spread on our bellies, making us slide a little easier. After pulling out, Damon lay by my side, holding me close.

  “Was that okay for you? Did it hurt too much?” Damon’s brows were pinched together.

  I lifted Damon’s hand to my lips and then kissed it. “Don’t worry. It was lovely. You’re lovely,” I tried to reassure him, though my ass did ache.

  Damon held me, saying loving words, telling me how sexy I was as we drifted off.

  The next day, I woke to find Damon was already up. Since he had to go to work, this wasn’t too much of a surprise.

  I dressed and went downstairs, finding him cooking breakfast. He had a green apron on and looked amazing. My ass still ached a little, but it was a good ache, one that meant I’d done something wonderful.

  “Hey, you’re up. I wasn’t sure if I’d get to spend any time with you before I headed to work.”

  I wrapped my arms around my man and kissed the back of his neck. “I do have strong feelings for you.”

  “I love you,” Damon replied.

  I felt weird not saying those words. Damon turned a little and his lips thinned. “Babe, you don’t have to say it. I know how I feel. We aren’t machines, we aren’t on the same timetable. You go at your own pace. So, one question though.”

  I swallowed hard. “Yeah?”

  “How do you like your bacon?”

  I chuckled and let my shoulders relax as I peered around him. “Just like that. A little brown like you have it.”

  “Good.” Damon plated the bacon and poured up the scrambled eggs.

  We sat at the kitchen table and I took my first bite, moaning a little. “It’s good. Thank you. I’ll make you full English this weekend.”

  “I’ll help you. I do love a full English. So, what are your plans for today?”

  I shrugged as I chewed. “I don’t know.”

  Damon nodded and licked his lips. The thought of those lips on my cock, my balls, my everywhere made me shiver.

  “You’re sexy,” Damon said as he forked in a piece of bacon.

  My face heated. “I may try to spend some more time researching my mum.”

  “Use my computer.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah. You live here now.”

  I drew in a ragged breath and shook my head.

  Damon must have misunderstood because his eyes thinned and he pointed at me. “You do. Ya live here and this is your home.”

  “It’s not that.”

  “Then what?”

  “I feel more welcome here than I did in my dad’s home.”

  “Well, you are very much wanted here.”

  A lump formed in my throat. Maybe I was being shortsighted. I didn’t have experience in relationships, but I liked Damon a lot and yes, I was falling in love with him. I wasn’t there yet, but it was close.

  After I finished my last bite of breakfast and drank my second cup of Earl Gray, Damon stood up and said, “Well, I’d better head to work.” Damon showed me his computer and told me to eat whatever I wanted.

  After kissing him on his lips, I weighed saying that I loved him, but I couldn’t get those exact words out, not yet. Yes, I’d said I was falling for him, but I really wanted to make sure I felt it before I told him I was in love with him. “Goodbye, I’ll see you this afternoon.”

  The house was very quiet and I felt odd rummaging around. Eventually I would move my clothes here, which would make this seem like my place, but I wasn’t sure how much more I would want to move.

  “So, what do I do now?” I logged onto Damon’s computer and began to search. Despite spending over an hour trying to find a few more scraps of information about my mum, I didn’t really manage to make much progress. My mother seemed to be quite a private person who didn’t publicly share much of herself on social networks such as Facebook and Twitter.

  What if she wasn’t my mother after all but some stranger who just shared the same name as her? Or even worse, what if she was my mother and my outburst had put her off from ever speaking with me in person again? My mind raced through one scenario after another about how this could end badly.

  I needed a break. I flicked through Damon’s CD collection, found a song that I liked, and relaxed on the sofa as I let the music wash over me. It was one of the only rap songs I liked, and it seemed appropriate. The song was “Same Love” by Macklemore.

  As I listened to the music, taking in the meaning of the lyrics, I felt my eyes becoming heavy. I hadn’t had much sleep at Brent’s place in Manchester, and Grandad had kept me up too. I guessed lack of sleep was starting to catch up with me. I decided not to fight against the exhaustion dragging me down. A nap for an hour or two would probably do me some good.

  Just as the album went onto the next track and I was about to drift off, my phone dinged. I snapped open my eyes, pulled out my phone, and read the alert on the screen. The woman I'd thought to be my mum had just replied to my Facebook message and also accepted my friend request.

  Hi, Ridley. My son. It’s so good to hear from you. I would love to meet you. Don’t worry about what you said last week, all is forgiven. I suppose that following you like that wasn’t the best way to reintroduce myself to you. Are you free tonight? If so, would you like to grab a coffee or a bite to eat? We’ve got so much to catch up on! Love, Mum. XXX.

  Love, Mum. I couldn’t believe I was finally reading those words. It felt amazing. I wanted to see her almost more than I wanted to breathe. But she would have to accept me for who I was. My fingers shook as I started to reply. I had to type a couple of words two or three times before getting them right.

  Tonight works for me, but can I bring a friend?

  I deleted the sentence and started again.

  Tonight works for me but there’s somebody else that I’d like you to meet, if that’s okay by you. It’s my boyfriend, Damon. I hope that this isn’t going to be an issue for you. Love, Ridley.

  I pressed Send and waited. I held my breath, worried I’d made a huge mistake. Five agonizing minutes later, I received an alert on my phone. She’d replied. I almost dropped my phone from my hands shaking so much. What if she was like my dad and didn’t accept me? Grandad had said she’d been in a relationship with a woman, but Grandad wasn’t the most reliable source. He forgot pants half the time.

  That sounds lovely. I can’t wait to meet him. Does six thirty at the Starbucks coffee shop on New Street work for the two of you?

  I jumped up, shouting in triumph. “Yes.” After dancing around like a fool, I typed out a reply.

  Six thirty is perfect. See you soon.

  After all these years of thinking she was dead, I was going to see my mum. My mum. And Damon would be there. Never even in my wildest dreams had I dared to hope this would happen. Six thirty couldn’t come around soon enough.

  Chapter Fifteen

  At five minutes past six we arrived at the Starbucks on New Street. Sweat beaded on my forehead. We were a few minutes early, well, more than a few. After ordering and collecting our drinks, a white chocolate mocha with extra cream for Damon and a strong mug of Earl Gray tea for me, we sat down at a table and waited for the woman I believed to be my mum.

  My hands were shaking as I picked up my mug of tea and took my first sip. Damon’s brows were pinched tight and a frown turned his lips down. He reached across the table and squeezed my fingers once I set the mug down.

  “Are you nervous?” Damon asked.

  I forced a small laugh. I was shaking so much some of my tea spilled onto the table.

  “What gave it away?”

  “What exactly are you worried about?”

  “I’m afraid that my mum may not turn up. I’m afraid t
hat she may turn up and that it turns out she’s not really my mum. I’m also afraid that she may turn up, she is my mother, and she rejects me for being gay. That she won’t like me, and it will all be for naught. And I’m not sure which of these scenarios would be the worst.” I didn’t want to cry but my eyes burned.

  Damon’s thumb smoothed over my hand.

  “You forgot all the happy possibilities. Such as her turning up, being your mum and loving you. She could see you as the wonderful person I know you are. She could love you just as much as I do, but hopefully not in quite the same way.” Damon waggled his eyebrows and chuckled.

  My stomach flopped. It was too much to expect. I wanted all those things, I did, but could I hope for good?

  “Thank you for being here,” I said after a moment.

  Damon kissed my hand and I almost jerked it back. PDA wasn’t my thing, but Damon made me want it to be my thing.

  “Hey, don’t mention it. I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Besides, I can think of another way to make you feel more relaxed.” Damon’s wicked smile tempted me. I glanced around making sure no one was looking at us. Of course, no one was.

  “What did you have in mind?” I took the risk, flirting a little with him.

  Damon gestured his head towards the toilets in the back of Starbucks. The loo was spacious—and private. It was larger than the cubicles in the gents’ toilets at the bar. There was enough room to swing a cat in there. Or to suck a cock.

  “Head in there and you’ll find out,” Damon said with a wink.

  I checked my watch. “She’s due to arrive here in around ten minutes.”

  “I can work with ten. Heck, I can work with five minutes. Besides, with any luck, she might be fashionably late.”

  I knew I shouldn’t but I found Damon too hard to resist. And it would calm me down. I glanced around again, making sure no one was close. “Okay, but this is crazy.”