by Quinn Ward
It was easy to find the small gift box the clerk at the store had given me, assuming I was there to pick up a gift for someone special. It wasn’t the first time this had happened either, and I learned it was easier to smile and say thank you rather than trying to correct them. I pulled back the hot pink tissue paper, revealing an emerald green camisole that I’d been drawn to the moment I saw it. After shrugging out of my shirt, kicking off my boots, and pushing my jeans over my hips, I slid the green satin over my head. I stared down at the boots, wondering if it would seem like overkill if I put those back on for my trek across the hallway. In the end, I decided to say fuck it and do it, because my ass looked spectacular when I wore those boots.
I poked my head into the hallway to make sure Sophia was still sleeping before crossing to Freddie’s bedroom. I heard the water running in his bathroom so I crept through the room as quietly as possible, hoping to surprise him. When he caught a glimpse of me through the mirror he froze, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and toothpaste dribbling down his chin.
I snuck up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “You like?”
“Like? I fucking love,” Freddie responded, turning so he could place his hands on my hips. He pulled me closer to him, allowing me to feel just how much he was enjoying his surprise. “I haven’t seen you wear anything like this before. Is it new?”
“Yeah, I picked it up a few weeks ago when I was out shopping with Maria. Let me tell you, shopping with her is definitely an adventure. We got more than a few looks from other shoppers when we were looking for clothes for me in the women’s department and then moved over to the men’s department to find outfits for her.” I don’t know why I was suddenly rambling about shopping with my sister when I was trying to be sexy. I think it had something to do with feeling off kilter since our conversation in the car.
“And she didn’t give you a hard time about it?” Freddie slid his hands under the hem of my top, tracing the tip of his finger up my sternum and over to my nipple. I hissed when he pinched the bud between his fingers, squirming when he gave a little twist. For someone who didn’t have much experience being with another man he sure as hell knew how to turn me on. “You know what? We can talk about this later. There are a lot of things I want to do tonight and chatting is right near the bottom of that list.”
It was good to see we were both on the same page. I was so horny I was tempted to drop to my knees right there in front of Freddie, but there was something about the toothpaste across his chin the give me pause. I stepped back, spinning him around to face the mirror again. “Why don’t you get finished up in here and I’ll meet you out in the bedroom?”
While he finished brushing his teeth, I turned out the overhead light and turned on the lamps on the nightstands. Needing something else to do, I neatly folded back the quilt because if I had my way tonight was going to get a bit more adventurous and messy than we had in the past, and I didn’t want to destroy his bedding.
Freddie came out of the bathroom a few minutes later wearing nothing but his conservative boxer briefs. I made a mental note to pick him up something with a little more color the next time I went shopping. It wasn’t like I expected him to wear the same type of undergarments I enjoyed, but Freddie had far too much personality for boring white and gray.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” I told him. He eyed me warily when I didn’t join him and started messing around on my phone. I don’t know what had gotten into me, but I wanted to put on a little show for Freddie. The longer I thought about it, the more I worried I was taking tonight from erotic over the line into corny, so without turning on any mood music, I set the phone down and started walking across the room towards Freddie, ghosting my fingers over the frilly edges of my lace underwear.
“Fuck Peter, you have no idea what it does to me knowing you trust me enough to be yourself around me.” I purposely stood just out of Freddie’s reach, still intent on drawing out tonight’s pleasure. As I spun around slowly, bending over to put my ass on display for him, I glanced back and noticed Freddie rubbing his erect cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. I gave him a mischievous smile as I widened my stance. I reached between my legs, pulling the fabric to the side just enough for my balls to hang free, moaning as I played with them, thinking about how much better it would be once I had Freddie’s hands on my body.
As much fun as it would be to beg Freddie to fuck me while I was wearing my boots, I worried about scratching him. Still facing away from him, I bent over at the waist, unzipped my boots, and carefully kicked them off. I stepped between Freddie’s legs, tossing my head back as his palms ran over the silk of my stockings. He fumbled with one of the garters, causing it to snap back against my thigh. He bent forward, tenderly kissing the abused flash.
“So I take it you like your surprise?” I closed the distance between us, stepping close enough my dick was trapped between my body and his.
“Yes baby, I love it.” He slid his hands beneath the lace, digging the tips of his fingers in my flesh. He ran his hands up and down the elastic garters, every graze of his fingers sending shivers through me. “Wish you wouldn’t have worn these. I have a feeling they’d get in the way if I toss you over the bed and tried to fuck you just like this.”
Fucking was the one thing we hadn’t done so far. Ever since the first time we were together, I’d been dying to feel Freddie’s cock inside of me, but I hadn’t wanted to pressure him into anything he wasn’t ready for. Hearing him tell me all the dirty things he wanted to do to me made me wish I hadn’t worn quite so much. Unfortunately, this wasn’t like the movies where the alpha male could reach up and tear off his partners underwear with one firm yank.
“Whatever you want to do tonight, I’m yours.” Freddie slid his hand up my body, tightening his grip around the front of my neck, drawing me down to him. If it had been anyone else I’d have been terrified, but with Freddie I knew I was safe. “Want you to take me, want you to own me. Want to know that no matter what happens, I’m yours.”
I yelped when Freddie tossed me on the bed, climbing over my body to lay next to me. He bent down and kissed me tenderly, sweetly, leaving me pleading for more as he started stroking my cock through the fabric. He curled his fingers around the edge of the lace pushing, it down far enough to free my dick and balls, then bent down and licked a stripe up the length of my shaft. He kissed his way up and down my body for what seemed like forever, never giving me enough, leaving me a babbling mess.
“You think you can be quiet?” Freddie asked, his mouth hovering directly over my dick. “If I fuck you, I’m not sure I’ll be able to go slow. Been thinking about this for so fucking long.”
I’d bite the pillow if I had to, but knowing Freddie wanted to go there, that he’d fantasized about how he wanted to plow into me, I wasn’t leaving this room until I’d been fucked so thoroughly I couldn’t walk straight.
“Do it,” I begged him, flipping onto my stomach as he sat up to get lube and a condom out of the nightstand. That was new; the one other time we’d talked about doing this, we’d stopped because he didn’t have supplies and he was too impatient to wait for me to make the long trek across the hall. And yes, I still gave him shit for that.
“Every time I think tonight can’t get any better, you turn it up a notch.” Freddie ran his hand down my spine, dipping his fingers into my underwear, allowing his middle finger to drag through my crease. I bucked up, urging him to breach me.
With his free hand, he bared my ass, massaging one cheek as he continued teasing my entrance. “I think I’m addicted to your ass. Someday, I’d love to tie you to the bed and worship you all day.”
He dug his fingers deeper into my flesh. Just as I got used to the sensation, he pulled his hand away and nipped at my skin, then licked away the sting of his bite.
My hips bucked off the bed when Freddie’s stubble abraded my crease, followed by the wet slide of his tongue. “Fuck. Need more. Please, Freddie!”
He sho
ved a hand beneath my body, curling his fingers around my shaft, milking me as he opened my hole with his tongue. If he kept that up, tonight would be added to the list of nights we’d almost fucked, because I was going to come all over the bed.
I reached down, tearing his grip away from my cock. “Need you now. Can’t wait any longer.”
I twisted around on the bed until I could take his dick into my mouth. There was no languid teasing as I sucked him into the back of my throat. My ass clenched when Freddie coated my hole with cold lube. I groaned at the intrusion of two fingers into my body, which only fueled Freddie to fuck my face harder. I could well have died and gone to heaven, that’s how blissed out I felt.
Freddie’s body stilled, and I worried he might come down my throat. As much as I loved tasting his cum, tonight I wanted his load elsewhere. He pulled away, telling me to stay put.
He fumbled once again with the garters and I batted his hand away. There was something sinful about the thought of him being so desperate to take me that neither of us were naked.
“Just like this,” I told him. He tugged the lace down as far as he could as he manipulated my body to the position he wanted me in. I focused on my breathing as he tore open the wrapper and slid a condom down his length. He paused, resting a hand at the small of my back. “Do it, Freddie. Make me yours.”
I buried my face in the pillow to stifle a laugh. Lines like that had always sounded so damn cheesy when I heard them in porn, but I meant every single word. What we were about to do wasn’t meaningless sex; it was everything. Once he entered me, he’d leave an imprint that would never fade.
I rocked back slightly as his cock pressed at my entrance, urging him to enter me.
Both of us gasped as the head of his cock stretched me. It’d been a while since I’d been fucked, but that only heightened every sensation. Made the burn hurt more, made the eventual ease sweeter.
He drizzled more lube over his shaft and down my crease after a few strokes, making sure he wouldn’t hurt me. Freddie clamped his hand over the back of my head, shoving my face deeper into the mattress. I moaned at the force, loving how he didn’t take it easy on me simply because of how I was dressed. The niggle of doubt that he loved fucking me while I was dressed like this because it defied gender norms was silenced as he drilled his cock into my ass.
“So… fucking… good…” Freddie punctuated each word by slamming his hips against my ass. “Should’ve been doing this forever. You feel amazing.”
I reached between my legs, slowly stroking myself as he fucked me. Sweat dripped from Freddie’s forehead onto my back and he bent down to lick it away before wrapping an arm around my chest, hoisting me upright. I turned my head for a sloppy kiss as he pounded into me, his rhythm faltering as he devoured my mouth.
“You going to come for me? Going to let me feel your ass clench around my dick?” He bit my earlobe, then kissed his way across my shoulder. “Want you to make me come.” He shoved my upper body back to the mattress, pinning me with both hands. He shifted position slightly, sliding into me at the perfect angle to graze over my prostate. “Come on, baby. Let go for me. Do it.”
He kept goading me as I jacked myself. Between his dick in my ass, my hand on my cock, and his endless string of dirty talk, it wasn’t long before I felt a jolt through my entire body. I bit down on my fist, wishing like hell I could scream because Freddie instinctively knew just how to fuck my brains out. My muscles seized as my body erupted in orgasm, jizz coating my hand. I flopped down, too well-fucked to care that I was laying in the wet spot as Freddie kept fucking me, grunting moments later as he found his own release buried deep inside of me.
Freddie collapsed onto the bed, draping an arm over me as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. We stayed there like that long enough both of us almost drifted off to sleep when my eyes shot open and I hadn’t changed into pajamas. I eased out from under his grip, chuckling when he tried to recapture me.
“I’ll be right back,” I told him, maintaining contact until my fingertips brushed against his. “I’m thinking it will be hard enough for us to explain to Sophia why I’m in your bed. I don’t think you want to have the conversation with her about how I’m dressed.”
“Fine,” Freddie grumbled. “But just so you know, I am going to find a time when mama can keep Sophia overnight and then you’re going to sleep just like that for me.”
“I am, huh?” Freddie got away with so much I never would’ve put up with from any other lover, but that was because Freddie wasn’t like any other person I’d ever been with. When he made declarations like the one he just had, I knew it wasn’t coming from a place of him wanting to control me; his demands were fueled by nothing other than his desire. “I suppose we’ll have to see what we can work out.”
Once again, I peered into the hall before crossing, relieved to see Sophia’s door still cracked open the way it had been when I put her to bed. I stripped out of my lingerie as quickly as possible, opting for a pair of Freddie’s sweatpants. I practically swam in them, but they were old and worn in, making them perfect to sleep in if I had to sleep with clothes on.
When I got back into the bedroom, Freddie was just finishing changing the sheets. “You’re seriously changing the bedding in the middle of the night?”
“Well yeah,” Freddie responded, motioning for me to work on the opposite corner from him. “You might not mind sleeping in the wet spot, but it sure as hell isn’t my idea of a good time. Not to mention the fact that, by morning, the sheets will be all crusty and nasty, and I’d rather not deal with it then.”
I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to Freddie. He wasn’t the same person he used to be, not that that was a bad thing, but there were all the subtle nuances of his personality that I never would’ve expected. He’d always been a bit of a slob growing up, but now he did his best to keep everything immaculate. He used to be so laid-back, and now it seemed like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. As we settled into the bed, it hit me that I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him. I didn’t want to go home. On some level, being here with Freddie was home.
Freddie reached out, pulling me back against his chest, kissing the back of my head as he thanked me for giving him tonight. I sighed, feeling like I was the one who should be thanking him. As I drifted off to sleep, the three words I would’ve given anything to say to him when we were teenagers nearly slipped past my lips. But it was too soon, way too soon. I wasn’t sure there was ever a time when he’d be ready to hear how I truly felt about him; how I’d always felt about him.
11
Freddie
As part of Frankie’s initiative to change the way things ran at Marino’s, he decided each of us brothers needed to take one week off during the summer. I was tempted to argue with him, not sure Carlos was ready to supervise the kitchen for that length of time, but Frankie and Tony eventually wore me down. Their argument was logical; they worried we were all born with workaholic tendencies and it would be far too easy for us to follow Papa’s footsteps straight into an early grave.
When Mama approached me, strongly suggesting I consider leaving Sophia with her so I could have a bit of adult time, I started wondering how much my family had figured out about what was really happening between Peter and me. I didn’t think they were stupid, but I still hadn’t been able to figure out a time to sit down and talk to all of them, to explain to them who I really was, how long I’d known I was bisexual, and admit to them I was in love with the boy next door.
Mama would probably be overjoyed. Peter had always been her favorite little kid in the neighborhood. Even though she had five boys of her own, she always treated Peter like he was the sixth. If not for Frankie coming out last year and seeing how well she’d accepted him being gay and in love with Calvin I might be worried, but it seemed she’d done a lot of soul-searching and adamantly believed unconditional love didn’t end because of who your child fell in love with.
“So, I’ve been thin
king,” I said to no one in particular as I worked on making dinner. Peter sat in the breakfast nook looking at something on his laptop, and Sophia was in the other room watching yet another Peter Pan movie. I was surprised, but in the past few weeks, she’d branched out and started watching other movies, typically falling back on her old favorites when something was bothering her.
Peter looked up as he closed the lid of his laptop, giving me his full attention. He slid a pair of trendy glasses off the bridge of his nose and placed them on the table next to him. “What’s up?”
“My brothers ganged up on me and told me that I need to find a week I can take off of work,” I told him. “And then Mama suggested–and by suggested, I mean she told me in no uncertain terms–I should leave Sophia with her and enjoy some adult time.”
That got Peter’s attention. He quickly crossed the kitchen and hopped up on the counter next to where I was cutting vegetables. It annoyed the hell out of me when anyone else sat on a food prep surface, but when Peter did it I knew he was trying to be as close to me as possible, and that did funny things to my insides. “Do you think she knows about us?” I nodded. “And is that okay with you? You seem pretty calm.”
“Even if she is upset about it, there’s nothing I can do about it. But you have to understand that my family isn’t like yours.” That came out worse than I’d intended. Peter’s chin trembled, and he gave a subtle nod as he stared at something out the back windows of the house. I set down the knife and wrapped my hands around his waist. “I’m sorry, babe. I wasn’t trying to be an ass, but now that Papa is gone, Mama is much more liberal in her beliefs. Frankie made some really stupid choices because he didn’t feel like he could come out to the family even though I’m pretty sure all of us had our suspicions. And Mama completely accepts both Calvin and his son Ryan as part of the family now.”
