“Should I? It might be personal.”
Gideon nodded, but he could see the curiosity lighting up his boyfriend’s face. “I mean, there’s only one way to find out if it’s personal…”
“I’ll just read one letter.”
“Great compromise!”
Mac took the letter out of the envelope and unfolded it in his hands. Gideon could only know what was in it by Mac’s face. But Mac wasn’t giving away much. His face turned to stone. His eyes traveled down the page at least three times. He picked his head up and had a dazed expression.
“What did it say?” Gideon asked.
Mac handed it over, stood up, and did a zombie walk to the kitchen area.
Dear Rita,
Enclosed is the monthly check for Mac’s expenses. It’s a little bigger than usual so Mac can buy some back to school clothes. I can’t believe he’s going to be a senior. I still can’t get over some of the colleges he’s thinking of attending. I can’t believe I might have a son who attends Carnegie Mellon, The University of Pennsylvania, or Browerton. Not bad for a guy who barely got through community college. I’m so proud of him, Rita. I know he wants nothing to do with us, but I hope he knows that. Thank you for sending pictures. He’s really getting tall. Maybe we can all spend Thanksgiving together this year. I guess that’ll require one of us to swallow our pride. We think about him everyday. Thank you again for taking him in. We miss him, but we know he’s safe in Pittsburgh.
Love,
Sean
“Holy shit,” Gideon said under his breath. He grabbed the stack of letters. They were probably all of the same variety.
Mac poured himself a glass of water. “Why didn’t they tell me?”
“Maybe they didn’t want you to come back.”Because it wasn’t safe.Gideon’s stomach sank with a nasty feeling for all the things he said to Mac’s parents. “You hadn’t seen them since Aunt Rita got sick?”
“No. I remember that Thanksgiving. She suggested my parents come up, but I refused. I was so angry at them.”
“You missed out on an awkward family holiday.”
Mac wasn’t smiling, though. He looked worse than when Gideon started talking. “I need to call them.”
He took out his phone. His thumb hovered over the screen. Gideon got up and wrapped Mac in a tight hug, practically swaddled him.
“They didn’t believe me,” Mac said. “They took the pastor’s word over mine. They thought I hit on Justin and that I caused this. Even if they let me stay in Pittsburgh to avoid the bigoted assholes back home, they still thought that I brought on what happened to me. They didn’t stand up for me.”
Mac collapsed against Gideon’s chest. Gideon rubbed his back. “Baby, you need to relax.”
“I don’t know what to think. This whole time…”
“Breathe. Just breathe.” Gideon rocked them back and forth for a few minutes. He kissed Mac’s head.
Mac looked up at him with those eyes that plugged right into Gideon’s soul. Their lips met in an instant. They kissed each other with a hungry need.
All of this emotion had given Gideon a wicked hard-on. He pushed Mac backward on the bed. Their lips refused to budge from each other. Gideon ran his hands through Mac’s hair, then swooped them down to his tight stomach and muscular legs. Mac quivered under his touch.
He wanted to remember every second of this. Gideon unbuttoned Mac’s jeans, then his own. He pulled out their cocks and massaged them together, rolling them around in his fist. He spat in his hand and slicked them up real good. Mac moaned into his chest. Gideon pressed his weight into him.
He panted and gulped down air as he continued to stroke them. Mac’s fingers rubbed Gideon’s back, softening his tensed muscles. Their dicks fucked Gideon’s hand, and he was going to shoot at any moment. But not yet. He wanted more. His anger and fear had turned into lust, and he wanted to consume Mac, the way Mac had done to him in their hotel room.
“I wanna…have sex.” Gideon breathed deeply. He inhaled Mac’s soapy, musky scent, and it made his cock harder.
Gideon got off the bed and shoved his pants and boxers to the floor. His cock flopped in the air. He kicked his shoes to the far reaches of the studio and stepped out of his pants. He tossed off his dark green sweater and chucked that into the kitchen area.
“Don’t go making a mess,” Mac said with his sinister smile. Gideon didn’t realize how much he missed it. “I just cleaned.”
“Oh, we’re making a fucking mess tonight, baby.” He yanked Mac’s pants and underwear completely off. They landed by the front door. He motioned with two fingers for Mac to sit up. He slowly lifted his shirt over his head. His fingers grazed the ridges of his abs and firm pecs. He breathed in the scent of Mac’s shirt, then threw it onto the dining table, where it landed on the leftover lasagna.
