by Andria Large
Shea pulled into the movie theater parking lot and pulled his truck into one of the spaces. They both got out and headed towards the doors. Shea reached over and grabbed Christian’s hand, lacing their fingers together. Christian turned a surprised and wary glance at their hands before looking at Shea.
“What are you doing?” Christian asked and tried to take his hand back.
Shea frowned. “I’m holding my boyfriend’s hand.”
“But…but what if we see someone we know?” Christian hissed.
Shea shook his head in disgust. “You gave me shit about not telling Tara, but you don’t even want to be seen in public with me?”
“Shea, I haven’t told my family yet. I can’t be seen getting touchy feely with you and have word get back to them,” Christian said in irritation, tugging on his hand again.
“I don’t give a shit. You need to tell them, anyway, and stop trying to pull away. I’m not going to let go,” Shea snapped in return.
Christian made a noise of annoyance but stopped trying to pull away. They walked into the theater and got in line behind a small group of older women. One of them glanced back at them. She glanced at their faces, then down at their hands. Her eyes flew back up to their faces and the look on her face changed from passive to horrified and disgusted. Shea ground his teeth together. Christian let out a low groan and dragged his free hand down his face.
Shea couldn’t believe what the lady did next - she nudged her friend and motioned with her head to Shea and Christian, then made the universal hand sign to tell her friend that they were gay. Well, Shea freaking lost it. Who the fuck does that shit in front of people?
“You got a fucking problem, lady?” Shea barked.
The group turned around to look at him, startled. Shea only had eyes for the one who made the gesture. Christian’s grip tightened on his hand.
“Shea, let it go,” he whispered.
“No! That was the rudest thing I’ve ever seen! First, I get called a faggot to my face, and now I got some fucking stranger making frou-frou hand signals to let her friends know that we’re gay! So back to my first question, you got a fucking problem, lady?”
The lady gasped and put her hand to her throat. “Don’t you know how to respect your elders?”
“Why should I respect you? You obviously don’t respect me. You see this?” Shea pulled up Christian’s and his intertwined hands and stuck up his middle finger. “You can shove this right up your ass.”
“Jesus Christ.” Christian breathed and hung his head.
The next thing Shea knew, Christian and he were being escorted back to their car by security. Shea was so fucking furious, though, he didn’t even care. He couldn’t have sat through a movie after that. The two of them got into Shea’s truck, Shea slamming his door shut, and clutching the steering wheel.
“How did that not bother you?” Shea bit out.
Christian sighed heavily. “I never said it didn’t bother me, I just chose to ignore it.”
“How do you ignore shit like that?”
Christian sent Shea a sad smile. “I’ve seen and heard worse than that directed at me for most of my life. I’d be a hermit if I let it get to me. I would never go out because it happens almost every day. No matter where I go, someone is always looking at me funny, or whispering to friends thinking I can’t hear them, saying things like I wonder if he’s gay or he dresses too nice to be straight. It’s never ending, Shea, and if you are going to be a part of this life, of my life, then you are going to have to learn to live with the hate.”
Shea closed his eyes and dropped his head to the steering wheel. “It fucking hurts, man.”
“I know. After a while you sort of become numb to it, at least I did anyway,” Christian murmured.
“I’m sorry I ruined our date,” Shea whispered.
“It’s wasn’t all that bad. That lady’s face when you told her to shove it up her ass was priceless.” Christian chuckled.
Shea kept his head on the steering wheel but turned it to look over at Christian. “It was, wasn’t it.” He smirked.
Christian nodded and smiled. Reaching over, he placed a hand on Shea’s thigh.
“How about we go home and make our own movie?” Christian purred, squeezing Shea’s thigh.
Shea sucked in a sharp breath as he straightened up and stared at Christian in shock. “Are you fucking serious?”
Christian smiled, but it was a naughty, seductive smile that had Shea’s cock throbbing in his pants. “You’ll just have to find out, now won’t you?”
Shea swallowed hard. “You are going to make me come in my jeans, Chris.”
“Then I suggest you hurry the hell up and get us home,” Christian murmured.
“Hell-to-the-fucking-yeah!” Shea whooped and peeled out of the parking lot with a laughing Christian clinging to the “Oh shit” handle.
Christian laid on his side, half of his body covering Shea’s, his head on Shea’s shoulder, after a fan-fucking-tastic couple of rounds of sex. He felt content and oh so happy being in the arms of the one man that he loved above all else. He still couldn’t believe that Shea was his boyfriend. It was a dream come true, something he never expected to happen in a million years. But here they were, bodies tangled together, naked and sweaty, and Shea was in love with him.
“Pinch me,” Christian whispered.
“What? Why?” Shea chuckled.
“Cause I swear I’m dreaming. This can’t really be happening.” He breathed, spreading his hand out over Shea’s heart to feel it beat…thump-thump…thump-thump.
“Oh, it’s fucking real, baby,” Shea assured him and pinched his ass.
Christian squirmed and chuckled. “Alright, it’s real!”
Shea turned his head and kissed Christian on the forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“I’m so glad that I kissed you at Sebastian’s wedding.” Shea chuckled.
Christian laughed. “Yeah, me, too.”
“It wasn’t the first time I’ve thought about kissing you, you know,” Shea admitted quietly.
“Is that so?” Christian smirked.
“I’ve been attracted to you for years but was always too much of a bitch to do anything about it. I tried to tell myself that it was only because we were so close; I mean I was straight, right? But now…now I know that I was never straight - most likely bi, but definitely not straight.”
Christian smiled, loving everything about what Shea just admitted and climbed on top of him while kissing him. Shea moaned and slipped his hands up Christian’s thighs and around to cup his ass. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” Shea murmured against Christian’s lips.
“It’s you that I can’t get enough of.” Christian breathed, kissing Shea more fervently.
Shea hardened under him as they kissed and touched. Christian reached back and lifted Shea’s cock so that he could lower himself onto it. He didn’t need any more lube, they were both still slicked up from the two previous rounds. Shea gasped and gripped Christian’s hips as he started to move above him. This was their first time in this position; it had always been one of Christian’s favorites, though.
Christian pushed up and braced his hands on Shea’s chest. Shea was digging his head back into his pillow as he panted and trembled under Christian. His eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth bore tightly.
“Oh my fucking god…you feel so fucking good…” Shea panted, his fingers digging into Christian’s hips so hard that he was probably going to leave bruises.
Christian removed one hand from Shea’s chest so he could jerk himself off while he rode Shea. Shea must have wondered where Christian’s hand went because he opened his eyes and lifted his head to look. Christian moaned, loving the fact that Shea was watching him.
“Lean back,” Shea commanded, bringing a hand up to push on Christian’s chest.
Christian did as Shea asked, leaning back and putting his hand on Shea’s thighs for support before contin
uing to ride him.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Shea growled.
He wrapped his hand around Christian’s shaft, which was jutting straight up and standing proud now that he was leaning back, and started to stroke him. Christian gasped at how good Shea’s calloused hand felt stroking him and let his head fall back on his shoulders.
“Jesus, do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” Shea rasped.
Christian couldn’t respond. His body was on fire and the only thing that came out of his mouth was a strangled cry as he came. Shea followed with a guttural shout. Christian collapsed forward onto Shea, tucked his face in his neck, while Shea wrapped his arms around him, and stroked the back of his head.
“Damn, I love you.” Shea panted.
“I love you, too.”
~Chapter 7~
Christian sat in the passenger seat of Shea’s truck as they drove to Henry’s house for Michael and Adalyn’s first birthday party. Henry was throwing a big pool party/barbeque with their family, Claire’s father, and Raelynn’s family. Christian and Shea were going on their fifth month together and everything was going great. Shea was completely moved into Christian’s house. He was able to sell his house fairly quickly since it was in such good shape and in a desirable area. And no one - other than Margot - knew that Christian was gay, or had any idea that he and Shea were more than best friends. If they did, no one let on that they knew.
“Ya know, today would be a good day to tell everyone about us,” Shea murmured as if he knew what Christian was thinking.
“No, no it wouldn’t.” Christian snorted.
Shea frowned at him. “Why not? Everyone will be there, and you will only have to say it once.”
“They don’t even know that I’m gay. I can’t just come out with, “Hey, guess what? Shea’s my boyfriend,” Christian said, incredulously.
Shea scrubbed an aggravated hand over his short hair. “I just don’t understand why you don’t tell them.” He grunted.
“Because, Shea, if they decide that they can’t handle me being gay and don’t want me in their lives, that will be the end of me,” Christian said quietly.
He would not be able to live without his brothers and family, he knew that for a fact.
“Do you even know your own brothers? They will not disown you for being gay, Christian,” Shea argued.
“I’m just not ready, alright?” Christian sighed.
“You always say that. Are you ever going to be ready?” Shea asked with a disgusted snort.
“Dammit, Shea! You don’t understand! You have nothing to lose! Your family is gone!” Christian snapped, wishing immediately that he could take it back.
Shea’s face hardened and he sent Christian a cold glare. “Your family is my family, so I would lose them, too, if they decided to disown you - which they won’t - so I have plenty to lose,” he replied bitterly.
Christian nodded in agreement, acknowledging Shea was right about him being an honorary Beck.
“You’re right, but today is not the day,” Christian said tightly as they pulled up Henry’s long driveway.
Shea parked and Christian moved to open the door, but Shea grabbed his arm. Christian turned to look at him, his heart dropping into his stomach when he saw the sad look on Shea’s face.
“I’m giving you a week. If you don’t tell them by the end of next week, then I’m done. I will pack up my shit and leave,” Shea said, his voice low and serious.
Christian’s eyes widened slightly. “You don’t mean that,” he hissed.
Shea let him go. “Try me. I love you, Chris, but I’m not willing to live in hiding my whole life.”
“You can’t be serious.” Christian frowned.
Shea shook his head. “I don’t want to hide anymore. This party is going to suck for me because I have to keep my distance from you, act like I’m not in love with you. It’s fucking ridiculous, Christian. We’ve been together for five months, and I plan to spend forever with you, so your family is going to have to find out sooner or later.”
Christian felt his panic rise. Shea was serious. Not that he didn’t have a point, his family was going to have to find out sooner or later, but why couldn’t it be later? Like maybe after he was dead and in the ground?
“Please, Shea, not today,” Christian pleaded softly.
“One week, Christian,” he muttered then got out of the truck.
Christian watched the love of his life walk up the front steps of Henry’s house and disappear through the door. What the fuck was he going to do? How could Shea make him choose like this? How could he be so sure that Christian’s family would be okay with it? There were so many questions and emotions running through Christian’s head. Shea was right about one thing, though - this party was going to suck.
Shea prayed to god that Christian didn’t call his bluff, because honestly, he didn’t think he could leave him if he decided not to tell his family that he was gay. Shea only wanted to light a fire under his ass and he hoped it didn’t backfire on him. Shea was thinking that Henry, Sebastian, and Quinn already suspected Christian was gay; they had made a few odd comments that last few times that he’d seen them.
Shea left Christian in the truck, stunned, and went into Henry’s very large, very gorgeous house. No one seemed to be inside, so he walked through and went out the back door.
“Shea!” a few people called, happily.
Quinn was the first to greet him and hand him a beer. “Hey, man, where’s your other half?”
Shea chuckled. “He’s coming.”
“Shea, my brotha from another motha!” Sebastian exclaimed and gave him a man hug, which consisted of a handshake and a shoulder bump.
“Hey, Sebastian,” greeted Shea.
“There he is,” Quinn said, making Shea turn to look as Christian walked out the back door.
Shea felt a twinge of guilt as he caught the sallow complexion on Christian’s face. It was his fault that he looked like that after all. His anxiety was probably through the roof right now. Shea almost went to him to tell him that he was taking back everything he just said, but he needed to stay strong because Christian needed this push. Christian’s eyes met his and mixture of emotions in them broke Shea’s heart - angry, confused, desperate, hurt, and lost. Shea wished he could just pull the man into his arms and tell him that everything was going to be okay, but he couldn’t, not in front of all of these people, and not when Christian was so adamant about not saying anything today.
Shea watched as Christian put on a fake smile and greeted everyone. He could also see that Christian’s brothers were watching him closely. They knew something was up. Christian was not good at hiding his feelings, and if Shea saw everything that was in his eyes, then his brothers did, too.
“Shea, thanks for coming, man,” Henry said, walking up to him with a warm smile on his handsome face.
Shea smiled in return. “Thanks for inviting me.”
They shook hands and Henry moved to stand next to him, turning slightly so that his back was to where Christian was standing, saying hello to his parents.
“Did you and Christian have a fight?” he asked quietly.
Shea snorted and took a sip of his beer. “Can’t get anything past you guys, huh?”
“If it wasn’t for Christian’s face and the way he looked at you, I never would have known. You didn’t give anything away, he did,” Henry murmured.
Shea nodded. “Yeah, we had an argument.”
Henry cocked his head slightly. “What about?”
Shea shook his head. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”
“Bullshit,” Henry replied, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Shea sighed. “Listen, Henry, if I could tell you I would, but…” he trailed off, glancing at Christian over Henry’s shoulder.
Henry frowned and glanced back at Christian, too. “What the fuck is going on?” Henry whispered demandingly when he turned back to look at Shea.
“Just…just forget it for now, Henry, ple
ase,” Shea said, pleading with his eyes for Henry to drop it.
Henry stared at him hard for a moment before giving him a curt nod. Shea gave him a thankful look before downing the rest of his beer. Henry was still watching him skeptically, though. This party was going to be a nightmare. Shea could just feel it.
Christian stood with his brothers over by the grill and coolers of beer, while Shea was in the pool playing with the kids. Christian watched him as he bounced with Mikey in his arms, putting the one year old’s shoulders under the water over and over, making the kid giggle. Shea loved kids almost as much as Christian did; he was really good with them, too. Christian was certain that Shea would make a fabulous father one day.
“Alright, I gotta tell you guys something,” Sebastian said, pulling Christian’s attention away from Shea.
“What is it?” Christian asked and lifted his beer to his lips.
“The other night, Rae and I were fooling around, right? Well, she stuck her finger in my ass while blowing me…”
Christian immediately started choking on the beer he was sipping at the time. He was so shocked and taken aback by what Sebastian said, that he sucked in a breath while he was drinking. Christian bent over and put his hands on his knees as he continued to choke, beer coming out his nose and everything. Someone put a hand on his back and he could hear his brothers laughing hysterically.
“Is he okay?” Shea called from the pool.
“Fine!” Sebastian called back.
Someone handed him a paper towel. He couldn’t see who it was because his eyes were watering so badly from the beer that came up his nose. When he was finally able quit coughing, he wiped his face and straightened up. His brothers were still pissing themselves laughing, while everyone else was watching them curiously.
“What’s the matter, Chris? Have you had fingers up your ass before? You have haven’t you, you kinky bastard you.” Sebastian chuckled low, giving him a playful shove.
