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“Then you must not harass him the way you do your sister,” Ms. Nielsen cut in. “I swear, between belching in her ear and messing her hair, I’ve had to retrace my actions to understand how I raised someone so ill-mannered.”

“I do those things to Mikey, too,” Aaron admitted, before shooting an affectionate look my way. “And he loves me anyway.”

“Maybe we should come up to visit before the weather there turns cold,” Aaron’s father suggested. “I think we should get to know Mikey better, like you said. He’s family now.”

“Thank you, Mr. Neilsen,” I jumped in. “That means a lot to me. We’d love for you to visit.” My smile might have been as wide as my face.

“Yeah, we’ll figure out a time,” Aaron cut in. “There’ll be a spare room you can stay in now since I’ll be sleeping with Mikey.”

I blushed.

“Are the walls soundproofed?” Mr. Nielsen razzed.

“Do you think I’d offer otherwise?” Aaron smirked. “I don’t want to be traumatized by listening to you and Mom having sex.”

“Aaron!” Ms. Nielsen chastised.

“We need to go,” Aaron announced. “We’re home. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“All right, Aaron,” his mother responded. “I’m sure you and Mikey have lots to talk about.”

“Love you,” Aaron said.

“Love you, too,” they both returned, though Aaron had disconnected before they could get the word ‘too’ out of their mouths.

“Don’t be rude,” I admonished.

Now that the car was in park, he moved his hand further up my thigh until he cradled my balls through the material of my pants. “They talk too much, and I’m in a hurry.”

“But like your mom said, we have a lot to discuss, too.”

He shook his head. “Do we? I think we’ve said what’s important for now.”

“I’m still surprised that you’re so eager to do…gay stuff,” I shared.

Aaron grinned, pawing at my growing erection. “Not worried based on last night’s preview.” He released me to unfasten his seatbelt. “Come on inside. I’m not having sex in the apartment parking lot. I swear, that show has made you an exhibitionist.”

“What? It has not!” He wasn’t listening. He had already exited the car and rounded the hood to open the door for me and help me out. “You know, it’s your fault that I have a boner in the car!” I shouted at him through the open window as I used my left hand to pop the button on the seatbelt release. “Exhibitionist!” I continued to rant once I had the belt off me. “You act like I whipped out my dick and began jerking off!”

From the corner of my eye, I detected movement. It was our elderly neighbor, Margueritte McAlister, who had just walked up alongside Aaron with her poodle, Ernest. I ducked slightly on the seat, but realized that only made it worse, since she had already seen and heard everything. She stared my way with dismay. Ernest seemed to, as well. “Oh. Hi, Mrs. McAlister. Thanks again for taking in our mail this past week.”

“Hello,” she muttered to Aaron, before she and Ernest gave me the evil eye once more, then continued past Aaron on their way to her apartment.

My cheeks burned as I glanced at Aaron. He shook his head.

“For shame, Mikey. For shame.”

Jerk.

* * * *

Once we were inside our apartment, Aaron backed me to a wall so I could ease pressure on my bad leg, then he began kissing me. I embraced him with my good arm, not feeling any of the pain that I should have been from my fractured bones and sprained ankle. I was too euphoric to be with Aaron in a way I had never imagined possible.

“Text your parents. Let them know you’ll call them tomorrow,” Aaron instructed. “Otherwise, they’ll interrupt us with a repeat of the conversation I had with mine.”

I grunted. “I doubt my parents will be as easy-going as yours were.”

“They know you’re gay. What’s the big deal?”