“Well, hello!” Mom smiles at her bright and cheery as if she wasn’t slapping her kids five minutes ago.
“This is Serenity. I met her during our second year at UA and in the past year we’ve started seeing each other. It’s pretty serious now—so I figured I’d introduce my girlfriend.”What?
“What?!” I can’t stop theword as it flies out of my mouth.
“Aaron—don’t tell me you’re homophobic. It’s 2023.” Felix cracks up laughing at her joke.
“You so obviously know that’s not what I’m upset about. You’re bi? Since when? Why didn’t you tell me? I told you as soon as I knew.” There’s hurt in my voice—I can hear it as it leaves my mouth.
Amber’s eyes widen and she looks at the ground for a moment.
“Um—if I can interject. Not to overstep, but I asked her not to tell anyone. My family isn’t exactly open-minded, so this has been a very difficult journey for me.” Serenity offers, a nervous smile playing on her lips. She is quite beautiful. Shoulder-length brown hair—light green eyes—symmetrical, soft facial structure. They’re around the same height and look around the same weight too.
“Personally—I’ve never seen two fem girls together outside of porn.” Felix says and Kayla hits him so fast I don’t even have to yell at him.
“Dude—I’m kicking your ass. You’re so rude.” She gets onto him, giving him tiny kicks in his leg.
“It was a compliment! It’s cool to see people breaking norms!” Kayla just rolls her eyes, and I turn back to Amber who’s staring at me.
“I’m sorry.” She says and I know that she means it. I can’t help but grin at her.
“We are so the same person. If Benjamin told me to keep something a secret, it’d never see the light of day. Good for you, Amber. And I hope things work out with your family.” Serenity gives me a big, sincere smile and Amber smirks at me—throwing a wink in my direction.
“Yeah—congrats! More people for game night.” Benjamin beams.
“No!” Felix and Amber yell at the same time.
“You donotwant to get caught in any game with those two. If they ever get divorced—it’ll be over a game of Monopoly.”Felix adds.
“Well—it wouldn’t be so bad if Aaron didn’t steal and cheat the whole time.”
“Okay?!” I turn to look at Benjamin who is still at my side. “You’re deflecting, Mr. Steals All The Real Estate.” I shoot back and I watch the glare form over his features as he crosses his arms.
“Oh—wow. That’s just great. That’s just soooo funny.Idon’t have to steal or cheat becauseI’mgood at the game.”
I can hear my mother laughing from the den as I chase Benjamin around the house. I finally catch him in the kitchen and he’s flushed red—giggling from the adrenaline. I wrap an arm around him, pinning him between me and the island.
“Got ya.” He’s grinning up at me, clearly not concerned. “Now you have to pay.With your body.” Benjamin laughs a loud, real laugh that makes me laugh with him.
“Pervert! Here—let me kiss you.” He grabs my face and kisses me quickly in succession. As he’s pulling away, I grab his chin and bring him back—squeezing until his lips part and plunging my tongue into his mouth to play with the ball on his. He whines against me, hands moving to clasp around the back of my neck.
After I’m at least a little satisfied, I let his chin free and take in his flushed face—big eyes—swollen lips. Fuck, he’s so beautiful. Then—because the universe hand-crafted Benjamin just for me—so perfect in every way, he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue. Waiting.
Grabbing the hair on the back of his head I use it to bring him flush against me, staring down into his eyes as I spit in his mouth. He sighs, a content and relieved sigh that makes my dick twitch and his lashes flutter.
“All better?” I ask and he nods—keeping my spit in his mouth—waiting. I stare at him for a few beats, reminiscing about the fact thatthisis my life now. And then— “Swallow.” So, he does.
This Thanksgiving is so much better than last year.
Chapter Forty Six
November 2023
Benjamin
Felix’s bedroom looks exactly the same as it did our senior year of high school. Every time we come back, we’re careful not to fuck it up—to ruin the world we had created. We’re standing next to his bed—looking over the random basketball, the pile of clean clothes he didn’t bring to UA, the dresser with picture frames and trophies littered on top. Track trophies—photos of him and his family all together—him and Aaron—me and him.
The coat rack I knocked over and the desk I kicked are still in the same spots. Jackets hang on the rack—an old printer and several anime figurines on the desk. The posters on the walls are still pristine—none falling down or fading. The queen bed that used to feel so big now looks so small.
