We ate without talking, just sitting in comfortable silence, but I sensed there was something he wasn’t telling me.I didn’t want to push him, because it might spoil the mood.I looked at him in the sunlight, chewing his sandwich, the light catching the gold in his hair.
I smiled and kissed his cheek, then had to wipe off the mustard with a napkin.I laughed and put my arm around him, pulling him closer.“I’m gonna come out to my parents tonight.”
“Good luck,” he said.He looked serious.Maybe he was thinking about his own parents.
“Can you stay in the apartment when I do it?I’ll FaceTime them, but I’d like you to be in the other room.If it goes okay, I’ll introduce you.If not, I want you there too.”
“You think it won’t go okay?”
“I don’t know.”I ran my hand through his hair, stroking it back from his face.“It means a lot to me that they accept you because of how much you mean to me.”
“You want a hug?”he said.
We hugged each other.And it hit me hard and sudden.“Eddie, I want you.Right now.”
He laughed.“You’re serious?”
“You bring any condoms?”
“I don’t generally carry them around with me.”
“Too bad.”I shifted closer, put my hand under his coat and hoodie and stroked the small of his back.“You want a quick blow?”
He looked at me, glanced up the stairwell.“Nobody comes here?”
“Hardly anybody.”I leaned in closer, hand still stirring his T-shirt.“Shouldn’t be a problem if we don’t take long.”
“It won’t take long.”
That made me smile.I put my other hand inside his coat between his legs.“Jesus, you’re not kidding.”I unzipped his jeans.“You gonna be quiet?”
“I’ll try.”
“That’s my honey kid.”
I couldn’t believe I was doing this.Part of me was listening for the click of the stairwell door, but most of me was focused on him.I slid my hand inside his jeans and took hold of him.He clenched his teeth and made a soft sound.
“You’re so hard,” I said, fondling him.“Don’t shoot before you’re in my mouth.”
He breathed out, eyes slowly shutting.I had to unbutton his jeans to get his dick out.I slid off the bench and went down between his knees and took him in my mouth, pressing my forehead into his soft coat.
He shot, just like that, and he wasn’t quiet, making pleading, shuddering moans and holding my shoulders tight the whole time as I swallowed the last of him and pulled off.
“Jesus, Craig.”
I carefully tucked him away, zipped his jeans, and clambered back onto the bench.Then I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands.“Wow.”
“Fuck, tapper, that was a dynamite blow.”He slumped against me and cleared his throat.
I put my arm around him and squeezed.“You’re so fucking hot when you come right off the blocks like that.”
He laughed.“I don’t think I can stand up right now.”
“Glad you liked it, future hubs.”I finished the last of my milk.“You felt good in my mouth.”I kissed the side of his head, kept my mouth where it was.
He turned his head and found my mouth, and I kissed him back slowly, taking my time, and while I did, he put his hand inside my coat and stroked the front of my jeans with the back of his hand.I jumped.
He held onto me.“Want me to blow you?”
