Cold Turkey, page 8
“Goodnight,” he said softly as he went to go turn the lights off.
I heard him crawling into his own bed and stopped him. “Wait!” I said quickly.
“Yeah?” he asked.
“Will you… come sleep with me in this bed?” I asked. I couldn’t stand to be even a few feet from him. I wanted him to be right here, right next to me.
“Absolutely,” he said. I heard the happiness in his voice.
I rolled over, scooting over to the edge of the twin sized bed. I didn’t care that I was going to be cramped. The closer his body was to mine, the better.
He got in bed behind me and slowly slid his hand over my arm as he formed the big spoon around my body. I gripped his hand, which rested on my chest.
I’d never had such a sound sleep in my entire life.
When I woke up the next morning, I rolled over to find Ethan still sleeping. I was confused for a minute, a little unsure of where I was.
And then everything from last night hit me.
I had finally, finally kissed Ethan for the first time. I’d finally been able to tell him how I felt…. And he felt the same way.
I was grinning from ear to ear.
And to my surprise, I wasn’t feeling too hung over. I had a bit of a headache but besides that, I was feeling all right.
Which was surprising because last night might have been the drunkest I’d ever been.
I didn’t bother trying to wake Ethan up. As excited as I was to talk to him, I also was really enjoying watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful, so cute. I could have let him sleep in all day and just stared at him.
I started to daydream. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to be excited about something that would never happen, but I couldn’t control it. I imagined what it would be like to wake up to him every day like this.
And honestly, it’d be complete and total bliss. This was all I wanted. Just him, every day, for the rest of my life.
Last night, my plan was just to enjoy our time together as much as possible. I guess drunk me has a better live-in-the-moment mentality than sober me. Frankly, all I could think about now was losing him. How one weekend with him was never going to be enough for me.
He began to stir, and I stared at the ceiling so it wouldn’t look like I was creepily staring at him. Even though I obviously had been.
“Hey…” he said softly as he woke up. “Happy Thanksgiving.”
“Oh, yeah, Happy Thanksgiving,” I said, completely forgetting what day it was.
“So, about last night…” he began, but he was interrupted with a knock on the door.
“Boys? Are you up?”
Without missing a beat, Ethan jumped out of my bed and into his own. So he was on the same page as me. Even though his parents knew he liked men, he didn’t want them knowing that something was going on between us.
“Just getting up, Mom!”
She cracked open the door. “Hey, guys.”
“Hi Mrs. Taylor,” I said sweetly, still embarrassed that a second ago I had been in bed with her son. Though, in our defense, we hadn’t actually done anything.
“I need your guys’ help prepping things. Family is going to be over in an hour and a half, so can you be down in twenty minutes?”
“Not a problem!” we both said at the same time.
She smiled thoughtfully. “So good to see you both together again. I’ll let you get dressed.”
She left the room and Ethan immediately hopped out of bed. I thought he was going to come back into mine, but instead he went for the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Nowhere,” he answered, with his hand on the door. He pressed down the lock and turned to me. “And you aren’t going anywhere either.”
I could feel my heart pounding. I knew exactly what he meant.
He walked over slowly to my bed and then ripped the cover off of me. He straddled me, and I could feel my cock begin to rise.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he said before he leaned down and started kissing my neck.
I did my best to suppress a moan. I felt a little weird about having sex with him under his parents’ roof, without them even knowing. But I also was not about to pass up this opportunity.
I would stay quiet, though. As quiet as I possibly could be.
I reached down for the hem of his shirt as he kissed my neck. I started pulling upward, and he pulled his head away from me for only a second to allow me to pull the shirt up over his head.
His abs looked so damn good. His muscles rippled as his arms pressed against the bed by my head.
He ripped my shirt off before immediately going back to kissing my neck. It felt so fucking good. My entire body tingled as he gently sucked me, being sure not to leave a mark as we were going right down to see his family after this.
I found my hands reaching for the hem of his pajama pants. In one fluid motion, I pulled both his pants and boxers off of him to find his cock springing to attention.
I very slowly began to stroke his prick, and could feel him breathing harder on my neck. He did the same. He kept his mouth to me but, without looking, he went to reach into my gym shorts and grab my cock.
The combination of him rubbing my cock and sucking my neck was almost too much for me. I knew that if this continued, he would have me cumming in minutes. And as good as this felt, I didn't want our first sexual encounter to end like this.
I had spent years of my life fantasizing about him. I wasn’t going to settle for anything less than what I had imagined… Which was him inside me.
I wanted to feel him. I wanted to be overwhelmed with the feelings of him. And I had to tell him that.
“I need you in me,” I whispered softly, so I knew nobody else in the house could hear. “Please, put it in me,” I pleaded into his ear.
He obliged. He pulled his mouth away from me finally and then forcefully flipped me over onto the bed. He grabbed the top of my shorts and then ripped them off. I could feel the air hit my bare ass.
My heart was beating quickly as I prepared for him to enter me. I heard him reach over for his suitcase on the floor next to us. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small bottle of lube in his hand.
I whipped my head around and eyed him suspiciously. “You brought a bottle of lube home for a family Thanksgiving?”
He gave a cheeky smile. “What can I say? Sometimes you meet a cute new local at the bar and…”
I groaned. “Okay, that's enough of that.”
He laughed and lowered his head to my ear. “Don’t worry, no matter who I was with, I always thought of you,” he whispered.
It gave me the shivers.
He lubed up two of his fingers and then poured some onto my ass. The cool liquid made my body tremble, but I didn’t mind. Every sensation right now felt like a good sensation. It was all caused by Ethan.
He started to press his cock head up to my ass, entering me slowly. Every inch that he moved into me caused an intense pleasure to roll through me. I was already so close to orgasm from the way he rubbed me down, I didn’t know how much of this I was going to be able to take.
Even more, I had no idea how I was going to stay quiet during it. There was no way in hell I was going to get walked in on by his parents. But, fuck, this felt so fucking good.
He plunged his entire cock into me without warning. His balls slapped up against my ass and I squealed without thinking. Ethan’s hand immediately flew to my mouth.
“You have to keep quiet!” he said in a demanding tone that only turned me on more.
“I don’t know if I can,” I whispered when he pulled his hand away. “Make sure I do.”
“Done and done,” he said.
He pushed my face into the pillow in front of me. Not so hard that I had trouble breathing, but hard enough that any accidental noise was going to be easily muffled.
And then he started fucking me. Not slow and quiet fucking me, but really fucking me. He was drilling me like he wanted me screaming.
And maybe he did. Perhaps my struggles only turned him on more. And fuck, was I struggling.
Thank God the pillow was muffling my noises, because every time he pulled out of me and slammed back in, I moaned without being able to control it.
He was so deep, I could feel him in my fucking gut.
I couldn’t take much more of this. I was already so close to the edge when we started. I didn’t want to cum too quickly, but there was no holding it back. I could feel my balls beginning to tighten in anticipation.
And then it happened. Pleasure pulsated from my balls outward, releasing a fat fucking load right onto the blanket underneath me. I made the loudest moan as I emptied myself while he was still pounding me.
Thankfully, he couldn’t take much more of this either. I felt his thighs go rigid and he gripped my shoulders and allowed his cock to drain inside me. I soon felt his warmth from deep within me.
I collapsed onto the bed, and so did he. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Not because there was nothing to say, but because we were both so wrapped up in our own ecstasy. I needed a minute before I could speak. I felt like I was going to fall into a sex coma. If I could go back to sleep right now, I gladly would.
After a minute or two, we looked over at each other and smiled.
“So, uh, should we go help your mom?” I asked, a little awkwardly.
“Uh, yeah, we probably should go do that.” He smiled at me and hopped out of bed. “I’m going to go shower in the other bathroom; you can take the guest room bath.”
“Sounds good.” I nodded. Although it didn't sound that great. What I really wanted was to take a hot shower with him by my side so I could continue to ogle his body.
But I knew why he didn’t offer that and he was right not to. If any of his family members heard the shower going while we were both in there and then watched us both walk out with wet hair, that might raise some suspicions.
Even without him, though, it wasn’t a bad shower. I still had endorphins coursing through me and the hot water felt so good on my back. And there was one thought that I couldn’t get out of my head….
This was probably the best twenty-four hours of my life.
8
Ethan
I felt like my dreams were coming true. I had just had sex with Daniel. I kept repeating it over in my head, because I really couldn’t believe it.
It was a little awkward to go see my mom after I’d just fucked him, but I would get over it quickly.
The real hard part about today was going to be keeping up a show for my family. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hand around Daniel’s as we cooked. Or give him the occasional kiss on the head as I walked by.
I finally, finally had him. And now I had to spend the whole day in front of family pretending like we were just friends.
But at least I’d still be with him. And I loved Thanksgiving with my family too. It would be a good day.
“Daniel, Ethan, can you two boys help me peel and cut potatoes?”
“Absolutely, Mrs. Taylor!” Daniel said quickly. I think he was a little more nervous than me.
He’d have fun today too, though. And my extended family would definitely be stoked to see him again. And he could actually have a family holiday, something he’d never really been able to do before.
God, I still hated his parents for the way they treated him. They acted like he was the son they never wanted. Really, they couldn’t have been luckier to have him for a son.
He was so sweet, and so genuine, and he had turned out to be very well adjusted despite his upbringing. He had a great IT job in New York. He’d built a life for himself.
That was what was a little scary to me, actually. He’d built a life for himself… That I wasn’t a part of.
He asked me last night what this meant for us and I told him I didn't know. Which was the truth. I had no idea what I was going to do about us. But I knew I wanted to be with him, more than anything.
What did that mean, though? One of us uprooting our entire lives to be with the other? And which of us would do it?
I couldn’t expect him to give up the big city just for me. And a job that paid excellently. Not that IT jobs didn’t pay well everywhere, but they paid especially well in the big city.
But did that mean I needed to move to him? I may work a crappy real estate job, but I had built clientele where I was at. Moving to New York City, I’d have so much competition it would be difficult to break into. I made a lot in the city I lived in now.
And that wasn’t even addressing the fact that I couldn’t stand the city. Living in New York City sounded nothing short of painful to me. I grew up in this small town and I liked the small town vibe. Obviously I didn’t have to live here; I had already moved and I liked the town I lived in. But wherever I lived, it had to be a town.
I mean, Daniel had mentioned that New York wasn’t a great place to settle down in so maybe he’d understand. But that didn’t mean he’d want to move all the way to me and get paid significantly less money to do what he did.
Okay, this wasn’t something I needed to be thinking about right now. I needed to focus on enjoying my Thanksgiving with him and my family. It was a day of thanks, and I was just thankful that I had him in my life.
We were peeling potatoes into the sink when my mom eyed us both suspiciously.
“What?” I laughed. “Are we doing it wrong?”
“No, of course not, it’s just… Something seems different about you two.”
I glanced over at Daniel to see his face had gotten very serious and he was blushing slightly. Damn, this boy must be shit at poker, I thought.
“Different from what, Mom?” I rolled my eyes. “You haven’t seen us together since we were kids. I hope we’re different.”
She rolled her eyes back. “Always a smart one…”
I winked over at Daniel when nobody was looking and he seemed to relax a little bit.
We finished cutting potatoes and almost immediately after we finished, we heard the doorbell ring.
“Oh, that’ll be your Aunt and Grandma!” My mom said excitedly, running to the door.
Daniel was starting to look nervous again. It was understandable. He was always a little shy and he hadn’t seen my family in so long.
But lucky for him, this was a pretty small Thanksgiving for us. It was only the family that still lived nearby coming by. My Grandma, my aunt and uncle, and their children.
We all went to the door to greet them, Daniel twiddling with the bottom of his shirt as we walked over.
“Hello!” my mom squealed, throwing her arms around my Grandma after she answered the door.
“Happy Thanksgiving, honey!” She smiled at her, giving her one of those soft and sweet Grandma hugs. Then she turned to me.
“Hi, Grandma.” I hugged her.
“Hello, sweetheart!” She squeezed tightly. “Who is your friend?”
My Grandma was pretty old, but she was still sharp as a tack and noticed Daniel right away.
“Oh, Grandma, you remember Daniel, don’t you?” I asked, but she continued to stare, a little confused.
“Uh, I’m not sure…”
“He was my best friend growing up, my neighbor across the street.”
It immediately clicked for her. “Oh, Daniel, honey, so good to see you!” She gave him a quick hug. “You are so grown up!”
“It’s great to see you too.” He smiled.
My aunt, uncle, and two cousins had come up right behind my Grandma.
“Did you just say Daniel?” my Aunt gasped as she looked at me. “Little Daniel from across the street!”
“That’s me.” Daniel smiled sweetly.
She wrapped his arms around him too. “Oh, look how handsome you are! All grown up! Aw, I never thought we’d see you again! I always kept my eyes peeled over across the street just in case you were ever home for a visit, though!”
“Yeah, didn’t come home much for visits.” He laughed awkwardly.
“Are you hanging out with us for Thanksgiving?” my aunt asked excitedly.
“Yep, he’ll be here,” I interjected.
“Hey, Daniel,” My male cousin, Ricky said. My female cousin, Brittany, just smiled and waved.
“Hey guys, nice to see you. Lovely to be back with you all.”
And although he was being a little awkward about things, I could tell that he meant that. He was happy to be here.
And I was happy too. For the first time in a long time.
9
Daniel
I was a little nervous to see Ethan’s family, but once everyone was there, all those fears completely dissipated. It felt so damn good to be with everyone again.
I felt like I was part of a family. Which was obviously a feeling I’d been longing for.
I couldn’t help wonder if this was what it would be like to be part of his family for real. Like… if we got married.
I shouldn’t have been thinking like this. Who did it benefit? All I was doing was getting my hopes up for something that may never happen. We hadn’t even had a chance to talk about what our future was going to be like. If we even had a future… Which I was praying that we did.
And as much as I would have liked to have that conversation with Ethan, I was really enjoying being with his family today.
We all helped Ethan’s mom with finishing up Thanksgiving dinner. But since there were so many of us, it didn’t take much effort. And we mostly sat around in the kitchen, ate appetizers, drank wine, and talked.
It was great to be around adults who actually cared about my life. I was constantly getting asked questions about my life. How did I like New York? What was I doing for work? How did I like it?
And with every answer, his family just seemed more and more proud of me. It was great. It was what a family gathering was supposed to feel like. Thanksgiving wasn’t supposed to be eating in silence and then going off to watch television by yourself, as it was in my family.
