As soon as we went upstairs and closed the door behind us, Jay was on me before I could say a word. We kissed as if we hadn’t seen each other in days.
“Hurry, get your clothes off, I’m gonna suck your brains out of your dick,” I said, pulling my shirt over my head and then shucking out of my pants and underwear.
We were both naked in no time. I sank to my knees and started going to town on him. It didn’t take long before he was coming down my throat.
As I stood up, he pulled me in for a kiss, tasting his release on my tongue. “Can you believe we’ll get to do this all the time now?”
Giving me one more quick kiss, he dropped to his knees, licking up my shaft, making my hips buck. I loved the feel of his mouth on me. He kept teasing, kissing my inner thighs, working me until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Baby, just do it already,” I demanded, getting impatient.
He smirked up at me, a glint of mischief in his eyes. I loved watching him like that. He licked my slit, his lips glided over my shaft, and I had just started quick, shallow thrusts in and out of his mouth when a soft knock echoed through the room, followed by the door swinging open.
My heart stopped, and I froze. My mom stood there, her face a mixture of shock and utter mortification. In our excitement, we’d completely forgotten to lock the door.
“What are you doing? Oh, my goodness! Stop that right now!” she shrieked.
It felt as though the air had been sucked out of the room. Jay quickly pulled away, pale and trembling, still kneeling. My erection softened instantly.
“Both of you, get your clothes on and come downstairs right now,” she demanded, then turned and fled.
“Oh, shit,” I muttered, fumbling to get dressed.
We moved quickly, barely daring to meet each other’s eyes. Jay reached the door first, and I grabbed his hand before he stepped out. I pulled him to me, my forehead pressed firmly against his.
“Whatever happens, just know that I’ll always love you, baby,” I whispered, desperate for him to know how much he meant to me.
I didn’t know what we would walk into when we got downstairs, but if I knew my father, it wouldn’t be good.
He squeezed my hands, and a single tear slipped from his beautiful blue eyes.
“I love you, Aiden. I will always love you.”
In the living room, our parents gathered around the coffee table, with my father’s voice raised and angry. As we reached the bottomof the stairs, they turned toward us, four pairs of eyes fixed on us with intense stares.
My father took charge immediately.
“Boys, I don’t know what was going on up there, but it will never happen again.” His voice was loud and menacing. “Jayson, we are rescinding our offer for you to live with us. You will move to Portland with your parents, and from now on, there will be no communication between the two of you. It’s obvious you tempted my son into this wickedness, and I will not tolerate that sinful behavior in my house.”
“Dad, you can’t be serious,” I pleaded, my resolve strengthening as I finally stood up to him for once. “Jay and I love each other. This wasn’t temptation. You may not want to hear it, but I’m gay.”
“Enough!” he bellowed. “You will not speak to me like that in my house. And you are not gay. You succumbed to temptation and will repent of that sin. Do you understand?”
Jay’s parents remained silent, staring as my father spoke, his authority unquestioned.
“Jayson,” my father continued, turning to him, “I don’t know what wicked thoughts have been in your heart, but you and your parents must do what is necessary to correct them. You will leave my home and never return.”
Jay’s eyes filled with tears. He grabbed my hand, holding me tight. I gripped him back hard, frantic to hold on to him for as long as I could.
“Sir, please don’t do this. I don’t want to lose Aiden,” he pleaded, desperation dripping from every word.
Seeing our joined hands, Jay’s dad rushed over and ripped us apart, pushing Jay toward the front door. My father crossed his arms, controlled anger and self-righteousness oozing off him.
“You should have thought of that before defiling my son,” my father said coldly. “It’s time for you and your parents to leave. I will hear no more from either of you.”
Jay’s wild eyes caught mine from across the room, tears streaming down his face, his utterly broken expression mirroring mine—total sorrow and devastation.
“Jayson, we’re leaving right now,” his dad barked, grabbing his arm and pulling him out the door.
