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Chapter 7: Boyfriends

The word "boyfriend" took on new meaning once I heard Alex use it organically. When we were getting peppermint mocha things at a coffee shop one day, he told the barista, "my boyfriend is paying."

I tapped my card, thanked her, and carried both cups to a table, and about a minute later it hit me what he had called me. Boyfriend. I took a sip and the warm feeling in my stomach mixed with the peppermint sweetness, a feeling I'll never forget.

We never announced anything. No instagram post, we just quit being careful. Guys we knew spotted us around town, holding hands or whatever while getting tacos, standing in the pharmacy line, stuff like that. And I watched more than one of them do a double take, nod at us, and move along. People saw, people talked, and within a couple days it felt like old news, at least to us anyway.

"We should cook for your mom," he said one day. "Tell her properly. She'll love it."

So we told her we were cooking dinner tonight, and we hit the grocery store to buy for it. Alex pushed the cart while I walked ahead picking stuff, and he kept rolling it into my ass gently and apologizing with zero sincerity. He grabbed the good salsa off the shelf and dropped it in without me asking. He knew what I liked. He had watched me sneak that salsa past my mom since we were kids.

"You nervous?" I asked him in the checkout line.

"She tells me I look handsome like, every time she sees me. I think I'm good," he said. "You're the one who has to live there and answer a bunch of questions afterward."

"And what about your parents?"

"I don't think they'd care. Or even remember that I told them."

Fair point. My stomach churned the whole drive home. Alex rode shotgun with the grocery bags between his feet, one tan forearm hanging out the window, totally relaxed, while I gripped the wheel and rehearsed openers. Mom, so, me and Alex are kind of together. Every version sounded dumber than the last one.

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We made tacos, since that was the one meal we could both cook without ruining it all. Alex ran the stove, I set the table, and my mom kept drifting into the kitchen trying to help until Alex steered her out by the shoulders. 

“You’re a guest in your own house tonight. Go sit down,” he said. 

She loved that.

We sat down and ate, and I kept waiting for a gap in the conversation and then missing it. Alex nudged my foot under the table. Twice. On the third nudge I set my fork down and my heart started racing.

"Mom. So. Me and Alex are together."

She finished chewing. She looked at me, then at Alex, then back at me.

"Together like what, honey?"

"Like he's my boyfriend."

Alex sat up straighter next to me, his jaw set, ready to take whatever came. My ears burned so hot I could feel my pulse in them.

"Oh, I know," she said, and reached across for the salsa. "I mean, I figured. You think I was born yesterday?"

"You knew?"

"He's been following you around this house since he was doing cannonballs in his floaties." 

She pointed her fork at Alex. "And you look at my son like he hung the moon. I figured you'd both get there when you got there."

Alex laughed so hard he had to put his drink down. 

My mom shrugged. "I know my son."

Under the table his hand found my knee and squeezed, and I finally breathed out and ate my taco, which tasted better than any taco in history.

When we cleared the plates, I spied around the corner and saw them hugging in the kitchen, longer than her normal hug.

"You were always so handsome," she said into his shoulder. "Now you're family."

"I was always family," he said.

I felt myself choke up a little. 

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Later that night, we drove out in my car to an overlook above town, the spot where we tried weed for the first time back in high school, both of us terrified but wanting to be cool with an upperclassman who had taken a liking to us. 

Alex sat in the passenger seat with his hand resting on my thigh the whole climb up, and I took the last turn too fast on purpose just to hear him grab the door handle and laugh. I parked facing the drop, turned off the engine, and the whole town was spread out under us, streetlights in crooked lines, sparse headlights crawling along the main drag, somebody's porch light blinking on the hill across from us. Above all of it the stars actually showed, more of them than we ever got in town. He leaned across the console and rested his head on my shoulder, and I could smell his body spray, but it was different. 

"Is that cologne?"

"Yeah," he said into my armpit.

"I like it."

"Paco Rabanne. One Million."

"It's good."

And the night air came through the cracked window.

"Look at us," he said softly. "Boyfriends at the overlook. We're like a cliché from the fifties."

"I know. I love it."

A coyote came trotting out of the dark on Alex's side. We quit talking and looked at it. 

Alex lifted his head off my shoulder and we watched it cross in front of the car, its mischievous face pointed down, its ribs showing under a scruffy coat. And when it glanced at the windshield its eyes flashed, flat and green. My arms goosebumped, even knowing it wasn't exactly a dangerous thing to see. But my heart still raced. 

It moved off past the bumper and vanished down the slope, and Alex exhaled slowly against my neck.

"I always forget how close they come to civilization," Alex said.

I slid my hand into his hair and brought his head down into my lap, and he folded himself over the console willingly, like he'd been waiting for me to ask. I popped my jeans open with my other hand, lifted my hips enough to shove them down, and my dick stood up hard in the cold air coming through the cracked window.

"There he is," Alex said, and took me into his mouth.

The heat of it after that cold air almost made me finish on the spot. His tongue flattened against the underside and he sucked hard whenever he rose, let it turn sloppy whenever he sank, his breath huffing out of his nose against my skin. I kept my fingers buried in his hair and watched his head rise and fall over my lap while the windshield fogged over the whole town below us. He hummed around me, and I actually felt him smile when my legs tensed.

When he pulled off me I reached over and cranked his seat back. He dropped back into it with a grin, already tugging his shirt over his head. I climbed over the console and straddled him, his chest rising and falling under my hands. I ran my palms down his pecs and over his abs, and he flexed for me, showing off, and I laughed and kissed each ridge. Soft skin over hard muscle. 

“I used to stare at this stomach,” I said against his abs. “From pool decks. Bleachers. For years, dude.”

“And now?” he said.

“Now I get to lick you."

"Whenever you want." 

"Whenever I want.”

I popped his jeans open and he lifted his hips so I could drag them down, and his dick slapped up thick and heavy against his stomach, the smell of him filling the car, that cologne over plain warm skin underneath, male balls aroma adding flavor. I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed, felt him pulse against my palm, and I buried my face in his neck and breathed him in while I stroked him slowly.

"You're perfect," I said into his skin.

"Keep going," he said, his voice already rough.

I looked at him as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. This was everything I had ever wanted, and it still surprised me that I actually had it. A boyfriend. This boyfriend. His hands gripped my ass. My boyfriend's hands gripped my ass.

He grabbed me under my thighs and flipped me onto my back on the seat like I weighed nothing, my head bumping the door panel, my legs hooking around him out of pure instinct. He knelt up over me and stripped the rest of the way, shoving his jeans down past his knees and wrestling them off one foot at a time, banging his elbow on the roof and swearing, both of us laughing until he settled back between my legs, fully naked now, his skin steaming where the cold air from the cracked window touched it. He dragged my jeans off my ankles and tossed them into the back.

He leaned over me, dug into the jeans he had just thrown on the floor, and came up with a small bottle of lube.

"You keep lube in your pockets now?"

"Boyfriend privileges," he said with a smirk.

I watched him squeeze some into his palm and stroke it down his dick slowly, his eyes staying on my face while he did it, and I spread my knees wider for him.

He lowered his weight onto me and I felt him hunting between my cheeks, the head of his dick nudging and pressing, gently but desperately, until it settled on my hole and leaned in. I breathed out and tilted my hips up to meet him. The stretch opened me up warm and deep, that first give in a muscle nothing else ever reaches, and he popped through all at once. The burn spiked and I gripped his shoulders, and he held perfectly still above me, his breath hitting my lips in short bursts, his arms shaking a little with the effort of waiting. My body quit arguing after a few seconds and pulled him in, my hole clutching at his shaft on its own, and he sank the rest of himself into me until his hips pressed flat against my ass.

He started moving in long, patient strokes that got less patient quickly. Every deep one dragged over my prostate and shoved my organs in different directions. 

I made weird sounds out of my chest and just let them happen as the windows fogged solid white around us. The car rocked on its shocks with his rhythm, his breath chopping into grunts, my heels digging into the backs of his thighs, my own dick slapping wet against my stomach with every thrust, and I quit holding anything in. My moans bounced off the glass. His got louder to match mine, and suddenly our noises were in a sort of natural sync. I turned my face toward the cracked window and let out a groan at full volume, howling straight into the dark where that coyote had trotted off. He grunted hard like I had lit an energy inside him, and he joined me, still buried in me and pounding faster. And we basically howled together, loud and stupid and feral, out over the whole glittering town below us.

We were the monsters now, both of us, and we didn't need costumes. Halloween was over. Whatever we had spent our whole lives hiding had been inside us the entire time, waiting to come out, and it turned out there was nothing to be afraid of. 

I reached down for my bouncing, aching dick, desperate to stroke myself in time with him, but he caught my wrist mid-reach and pinned it up against my chest without even breaking his rhythm, his grip strong and sure.

"Not 'til I say."

He kept pounding me with my arm held against me, and the filth poured out of both of us between thrusts. 

"Say it," he grunted.

"I'm your on call boy," I moaned up at him. "I'm your hole, baby. Do me anytime, anywhere."

"Anytime?"

"Text me at three in the morning and I'll be face down before you even hang up."

He groaned and drove into me harder, his hips slapping against my ass, his grip tightening on my pinned wrist. 

"You're mine," he said into my mouth.

"Yours," I breathed. "All yours."

His thrusts turned ragged and he slammed deep and held himself there, tightly, moaning into my mouth, and I felt his dick pulsing inside me, pumping his load into me in hard throbs. He freed my wrist and wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking me fast while he was still buried in me, still twitching. I lasted seconds. He pulled out, dropped his mouth over the head of my dick just in time, and I squirted hard against his tongue, my legs shaking around his shoulders as he swallowed it. 

He slid back up and kissed me, and I tasted myself on his tongue, salty and warm, while his load sat deep inside me, my hole still clutching at where he had been.