Henry sashayed to our booth in heels so high, I was scared for his ankles. His calves looked like he never skipped a leg day though. Or was that from walking in heels?
“What can I get for my rocker party today?” He cocked his hip and batted his lashes at all of us. Men wouldn’t usually flirt with me. Either my vibe leveled up or my company put me on queer radar. I smiled in return.
Charlie put a hand high over my thigh and squeezed, sending sparks of desire in me. Henry grinned and waggled his eyebrows at Charlie’s clear statement. That touch was as powerful a claim on me as the cock cage under my pants.
“I’ll take Chizz Loaded Fries,” Trixie said without a look at the menu.
“Can I have the chocolate shake with sprinkles, please?” Sabrina chirped, taking her delicate pink scarf off her shoulders.
Analyzing the protein and veggies in my meals today, I deserved a treat. “I’ll have dino pancakes with extra sauce.”
“Do you still have the dessert specials?” Charlie handed the smaller menu
“Yup.”
“I’ll have a strawberry glazed donut. I like eating those lately.”
As luck would have it, I had just taken a sip of water and it spurted out of my nose. I coughed, giving Charlie a death glare. He merely patted my back and smirked at me in an evil way that told me the baked donut would not be the only one getting some action tonight.
Sabrina exchanged glances with Trixie, who rolled her eyes. They were onto us. Until now I didn’t realize how out and proud I’ve been acting around them, and in turn, they did the same around me—from Trixie’s confession about great sex with her girlfriend, to Sabrina mentioning her estrogen injections the other day. Last year, if someone even suggested I was taking a dick up the ass, I’d be probably offended. Now? I’d tell them that Charlie’s assortment of dicks were among the best things that ever happened to me. Second to Charlie himself.
“Guys, I hope it’s okay I invited Trent to the studio with us,” Charlie said.
“As long as you don’t Yoko Ono us, you’ll be fine.” Trixie narrowed her eyes at Trent, then grinned. “Kidding.”
“I what?”What was she talking about?
“Nah, he’s my emotional support Cupcake.” Charlie half-hugged me and I kissed his cheek.
“Why are you calling him cupcake?” Sabrina asked, fluffing her yellow flowery dress.
“It’s a childhood nickname.” Charlie elbowed me. “You tell them, Trent.”
My mind propelled me years back as I gathered my thoughts. “In second grade, we were supposed to do a DIY project with a parent and bring it to school. Other boys did some stuff from wood like bird feeders or mail boxes. I brought a batch of cupcakes I made with my mom. So I became the Cupcake Boy since then.” I remembered the confusion at teachers’ and kids’ amusement with my beautiful cupcakes. Some of my classmates didn’t bring anything that day, and my mom spent the entire Sunday baking with me, so I was lucky to have that. “It bothered me at first, but then it turned into a nickname I embraced. Over time, it fizzled out. Now, it’s not about the name, but how Charlie says it that I like the most.”
“Come here.” Charlie said and kissed me briefly on the lips.
If I could, I’d climb on his lap, but I liked his legs not broken, so I snuggled into his much smaller body instead.
“That’s so tragically adorable.” Sabrina squished her own cheeks.
“You guys are so cute I threw up in my mouth a bit.” Trixie took a sip of water.
“Oh yeah? And how’s the little minx you’ve been dating and hiding from us?” Charlie challenged her friend without letting go of me.
“Hardly hiding. You’ll meet her soon.” Trixie accepted her plate from Henry and thanked him.
The server distributed our food and ran back to greet the new faces coming with the afternoon rush.
“So it’s serious.” Sabrina leaned back, swirling a straw in her shake.
Trixie’s expression turned soft as if she drifted off to la la land. Well shit, she was gone for that girl for real. “We’re still figuring it out, but—
“But you’ve rented the U-Haul already.” Sabrina snickered.
“Fuck you.” Trixie punched her arm playfully. “Not yet. But I’m ready. I’ll be moving closer to work soon anyway, so might as well look at apartments with Cindy.”
“And leaving me all alone after seven years.” Charlie shook his head.
