“What’s that?”
“We’re not open next Thursday for Thanksgiving. I want to have your mother and sister down for the holiday, here at the restaurant. We’ll invite Zac and Ginger too if they don’t already have plans. And I’ll cook. What do you think of that?”
“I think you’re a brave man.”
“Piece of cake. Promise.” George stood, finishing his wine in one swallow. “I’ll charm the socks off of her. You wait and see.”
Mikey stood, reaching for George’s hand, pulling him close, and squeezing him with strong arms. “If anyone can, my money would be on you.”
Chapter 18
When they arrived at George’s, the house was dark. May had been absent lately, her notes indicating that she and Gertie were with Rachel at the De Silva residence in Ballston.
“Looks like we have the place to ourselves,” George said, crumpling the Post-it and tossing it into the kitchen waste container.
Mikey came up behind him, squeezing. “Good. We can make all the noise we want.”
George turned in his arms, and they kissed, Mikey pinning him against the kitchen counter. His size and bulk warm and inviting in the cool kitchen, igniting George’s libido. He continued pressing forward only lower, grinding their groins together, nuzzling George’s neck and sandwiching him with the cabinet.
“Oh, yeah,” George said. “You feel good. You’re so hard.”
“I love the way you taste. I wish I could have all of you in my mouth at once.”
“Yeah?”
“I want your neck, and your lips, and your nipples, and your fuzzy chest, and your belly, and your dick, and your balls, and your cheeks, and your taint, and your hole—all of them, in my mouth, right now, George.”
“I like a man that knows what he wants. I think tonight’s the night.”
Mikey began singing the chorus of the old Rod Stewart song.
“Funny. But I mean more than just the song.”
“Whatever you want to do, George. If you want to keep taking it slow, we can. I’m fine with that, as long as I’m with you.”
“Nope. I think it’s time we take it further.”
“You could fuck me. You want to fuck my ass, George?”
“No.” He grinned, squeezing Mikey’s bulge. “I want you... inside of me.”
Mikey’s eye grew large. “Oh, I don’t know, I’m not sure about that.”
“Why? You want to, don’t you?”
“Yeah... but I don’t want to get you all worked up and then it be over before it’s even begun.”
“You’ll be fine, just relax.”
“I don’t want to disappoint—”
“You won’t.” George squeezed Mikey’s shoulders, then let his hands travel down his broad chest. “You’re so goddamned sexy, Mikey. Sometimes you make me dizzy just looking at you.”
“I like it when you cuss.”
“Then I’ll cuss more often. But I need you to remember, this is a level playing field. What you want is as valid as what I want.”
“OK. I’ll try.”
