What was best for me, in their minds, would never include Gage. They just didn’tgetus. They’d never really liked him, didn’t like the way he talked back to them, didn’t think he was a good influence on me, didn’t think I could stand on my own two feet without him. But they were wrong about all of it, even—ugh—that last part.
Icouldstand on my own two feet, even if I preferred to be kneeling at his.
Okay. Deep breath. Gage wasn’t the only one who could fight for us.
I was going to do this Phase Two part on my own, to get the best chance ofnothaving to be on my own, ever again. Of my parents supporting me and Gage staying together. Not just at school, but also—
“I’m going to tell them that we’re boyfriends,” I blurted, which hadn’t been in the plan but seemed dumb to avoid now that I thought about it. I could definitely keep the kinkier stuff we did to myself—duh—and I could play off the collar as, what had my Mom called it when she’d gone all prissy-lipped about the scarf? A fashion choice? But pretend I wasn’t head over heels for Gage now that we were officially official?
That was never going to happen.
“You sure, babe?” he asked, his brow crinkling even as his lip quirked up at the corner. “You know they’re basically my anti-fan club. Not sure that’s gonna help the cause.”
Which was why I’d be telling them on my own… just as soon as I worked up the nerve to say so. If they did say stupid things about Gage, even though he never seemed to care what anyone but me thought about him anyway, he didn’t need to hear it.
I could protect him sometimes, too.
“I’m sure,” I said, squaring my shoulders. Iwantedto tell them. My parents weren’t bigoted dickheads or anything, so I wasn’t worried that they’d be weird about the gay part or anything, but they’d never appreciated him, and… and theyshould.
It wasn’t even so much about Gage being my boyfriend as it was about me making sure it got through to them, once and for all, how much he mattered to me. And that they were wrong about him. That they were wrong aboutme.
That, instead of Gage being a bad influence on me, I felt like a better version of myself when we were together. The version of me Iwantedto be. The happy version of me.
So, I guess if I was being honest, me likingmewas just as much of a reason that I didn’t want to move back home as me wanting to stay with Gage. Because with Gage, I was the me who’d conquered that impossible climbing wall at the gym that we all called The Liquidator… because he’d encouraged me. I was the guy who’d turned my shitty grades around despite my ADHD… because he’d pushed me. And I was the one who’d finally learned how to suck his entire cock down to the root without gagging… because he’d believed I could and told me Iwouldand, just like with everything else we did together, had never given up on me as I’d tried.
Not even once.
Of course, all that trying had been pretty great evenbeforeI’d finally managed to accomplish that particular goal, since choking on his cock was super hot for both of us, made me all kinds of horny, and instantly sent me to that floaty place where everything was glittering orgasms and sparkling rainbows and fluffy dancing unicorns, every single time.
Happy sigh.
Maybe I shouldn’t mention that particular accomplishment when I was talking to my parents, though? I mean, sure, it was an awesome example of this version of me that I liked so much better now, the one that was codependently independent, but they probably wouldn’t appreciate that particular skill as much as my master did.
Althoughunnnnnghhhhh, now I was thinking about it insuper vividdetail, andIdefinitely appreciated it.
Like, the kind of appreciation that was turning me on.
Maybe Gage would drive around the block a few times so I could suck him off to calm my nerves again? And not just because having his cock in my throat would be a perfect excuse to keep stalling on bringing up the idea of me facing my parents on my own, but also because now that I’d started thinking about it, I kind of needed it.
Well, wanted it.
I could probably survive without it... but I mean, Ireallywanted it. And I knew Gage liked to give me what I wanted, and what I wanted was usually whateverhewanted, and he’d want me to suck his cock, right? As in… right now? If I asked nicely?
“Noah,” Gage said kinda sharply, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and smirking at me when my eyes jerked up to meet his, like maybe he’d said it a couple of times already. “Focus, babe.”
“Right,” I said, doing my patented bobblehead nod. “I was. Iam, I mean. Totally focused, that’s me. Ready and, um, focused.”
My eyes drifted back down to stare at the bulge in his shorts. It was huge, but that was just him. I could tell he wasn’t hard, so for once he hadn’t been reading my mind... but I kind of liked starting a blowjob that way. Filling my mouth with all that musky hot squishy softness and then having his hands on my head as I moved it around with my tongue. Sucked, but just lightly at first. Felt my own dick start to leak once I got him to groan the way he did, like it came from deep inside him. Got even more turned on once his thick cock started getting harder, the whole length swelling and unfurling against my tongue, pressing up against the roof of my mouth, starting to push against the back of my thro—
“I meant focus on Phase Two, Noe,” Gage said with a wink, interrupting my fantasy. “Not on my cock.”
I jerked my eyes back up to his again, mine going wide. “How… how did you know?”
Gage shook his head at me, his lips twitching like he wanted to laugh. “Bro, Iknowyou. Not like you can hide that shit from me.”
“Sorry,” I lied, blushing. I was hard again, but I knew he didn’t mean that since he wasn’t even looking at my dick. And honestly? Even if I was kind of embarrassed that I’d forgotten why we were here for a moment, I kind of loved it that he knew me so well.
No, not “kind of.” I all-the-way loved it.
