“For making this special forme.”
I can feel how much he meansit.
I kiss him again, and he pulls meclose.
He puts his hand against my face, his fingers through my scruff. I squat down and wrap my arms under his thighs, carry him over, push him up against the wall. He snickers, and I lean back just enough to catch hisexpression.
“This reminds me of what we tried the other day,” he says, his expression full of interest. “When you fucked me in that chair. The way you grabbed the handles and tilted it to keep pushing in. That felt realgood.”
“You think you’d be interested in doing thatagain?”
“I’m more than interested. I think I deserve it as part of mycelebration.”
“I guess I should go get thecondom.”
The sound of a click echoes around the room. It’s almost an ominous sound, and unfortunately, sofamiliar.
It’s the frontdoor.
We turn at the same time before breaking apart. He slides his boxers up hislegs.
Ty’s the first thing that flashes to my mind, but that’s notpossible.
I stand there, waiting in horror as the door opens, and there he is…my son, dragging his luggage behind him. The blood in my face drains. Shit. We’ve beencaught.
I look to Jesse…or at least, where Jesse was, but he’sgone.
“Surprise!” Ty announces as the door closes behind him. As he parks his rolling suitcase, he raises his free arm, a smile across hisface.
“Ty,” I say, as though my mind is still trying to process what’shappening.
I’m so caught off guard, and in a moment, everything wrong about what Jesse and I have been doing, everything about the awkwardness of the situation, returns to me as I’m faced with my son, who’s smiling broadly, his expression revealing how oblivious he is to what we’ve been upto.
He approaches and offers a soft hug—that hug that reminds me of where we’re really at in our relationship. It’s cold. Distant. And sous.
Ty glances around. “Where’s Jesseat?”
Jesse slides out of the guest bedroom doorway, his socks sweeping across the floor. He wears jeans and a T-shirt, a disappointing sight. He hasn’t worn that many clothes these past few days unless we were headingout.
I don’t like that so many of the parts of him I most enjoy are now hidden from myview.
But even behind his jeans I can see he’s still struggling with the boner I gave him before this unfortunately timedmoment.
“Ty, what are you doing here?” Jesse asks, his cheeks pink, and I know it’s because even though Ty doesn’t know, even though we barely escaped discovery, it feels like at any moment he’s just going to glance between us and know everything we’ve done since he’s beengone.
“I went ahead and booked a ticket for today, but I wasn’t sure we’d actually get everything done on time, so I didn’t want to say anything to you guys until it was certain. Then by the time we finished, I figured I’d come on in here and surprise you. Thought you’d all be relieved, considering I figured you all must have been annoyed having to figure out what the fuck you were gonna dotogether.”
“Well, we made do,” Jesse says, unable to keep from glancing myway.
And now I know the blood has returned to my face and I’m blushing as much as heis.
If only Ty knew just how much we madedo.
“Guess what I found out?” Jesse asksTy.
That you’re bi, is all I can think, but surely that’s not what he’ssharing.
“What is it, man?” Tyasks.
