“No, no I wouldn’t,” I groan, my dick hardens in my pants and I strain my attention to focus on the road. The white lines keeping me from wrecking into other cars are starting to blur.
“That’s how I want you, Jer. I don't want you to be easy. I want you rough andhard.”
A horn honks and my eyes snap open, I quickly jerk the wheel to pull the truck back over into the lane I’m trying to drive in.
“No more,” I bite out. I exhale deeply through my nose, trying to get my arousal under control before I kill us and the people around us. “No more, please.”
Raiden’s chuckle is evil, but he listens and sits back in his seat.
“Can I at least pick the music? Or will that distract you too much?”
“Menace,” I whisper-hiss under my breath. He hears it, and laughs loudly while he reaches for my phone sitting in the cup holder. He swipes up, attempting to unlock the screen, and when that fails I finally cave and tell him my password. “1228.”
He stops what he’s doing, his fingers frozen above the glass screen. I don’t look at him though. I could come up with a million excuses, but none of those would match up to the truth. The truth that I’ve been holding onto for all these years. That I’m still pining for him, boyfriend and everything else be damned.
Raiden doesn’t say anything, and I appreciate the reprieve from the questions I’m sure are buzzing around in his head. Starting with, but not limited to, why the fuck is my password his birthday? It’s not a big thing, really, it just so happens that those three numbers are also in the corner of the keypad and easy to remember.
I’m so fucked.
26
JERICHO
Tiny Dancer by Elton John plays through the speakers, blanketing us in the crooning tune as I drive around. Raiden is silent beside me, content to be with me and not have to do anything else. The windows are cracked, letting in a light breeze and his hair moves with the wind.
It’s supposed to storm tonight, the forecast showed this morning warnings of torrential downpours. We need to get back to my parents before the rain moves in. It would be hard to explain why we both showed up at the same time, both sopping wet with kiss swollen lips and mussed hair.
“Do you remember that time our parents trusted us to go grocery shopping for them?” Raiden asks me when I exit off the highway, turning down a side road that’ll take us to the opposite side of town. People’s houses are decorated and there’s plenty of people walking around to get treats for their kids before they turn in for the night.
“Somewhat, I remember your mom beingpissedbecause you bought fifty dollars of the sakura scented things but you didn’t remember to grab the deli meat.” It’s a hilarious memory to think about now, because our parents gave us both a strictbudget and a list of things we had to buy. If we thought there was going to be money leftover, they said we could get something for ourselves. It was aquestas my dad called it to see how we would fair in adulthood.
That’s not how it worked out for Raiden. He got about half the things on the list for Ema and Rodney, and then I made the mistake of directing us to the body care section to pick up body wash for my mom. Raiden abandoned his cart in the middle of the aisle and left me to push both of those while he thumbed through the display. It was sakura scentedeverything.Body wash, shampoo, conditioned, perfume, lotion. Anything that could be used on a body, they had it on display.
Raiden was so excited, and I stood by his side while he filled up his cart with it. "They never have sakura! It’s alwaysJapanese cherry blossom,”and he said the second half of that sentence with enough malice to have Hades himself quaking in his boots.
Ema and Rodney did not show the same excitement. But Raiden, with all his charisma and cuteness, swindled his parents into their forgiveness quickly.
“In my defense, my mom always bought my sakura products online so I thought I was saving her on shipping.”
“She also wanted to send us back to the store because she was so annoyed with you, but then she realized that given the chance you would probably do the same thing,” I retort as I slow down to a creep by the Carpenter’s house so Raiden can see the lights fully lit up.
“And she knew that you wouldn’t stop me.”
“No, I definitely wouldn’t.”Not when you looked so happy.But I can’t say that thought aloud.
“Good times, good times. But really, I was going to ask if you remembered buying me flowers while we were there.” His voice is smaller now, more vulnerable. His eyes are focused on the lights but I can see him nibbling on his bottom lip.
“Flowers? I don’t really remember…” Because when did I buy him flowers? I don’t remember doing it that outing, because I was worried about him going over the amount his parents had given him so I didn’t want to risk him having to put anything back, especially not his beloved sakura products.
He doesn't say anything, and I just awkwardly stare at him until my attention has to be averted back to the road or I’ll end up hitting a family trying to trick or treat.
“It doesn't matter,” he finally says as I make a turn to go back towards my parents house. The ticking of the bomb of our time together slowly counts down until it explodes. A rumble of thunder starts and I push my foot harder against the pedal. I don’t want to end our time together so soon, but I also don’t want to be caught in the storm.
“It does.”
“Forget it, Jer. I promise, it’s nothing.” He traces his finger across his thighs, the tight yellow spandex molding to his skin and it's hard to take my eyes off him.
“It is something, so please tell me. Whatever it is,” I hedge because I’m not sure if this is a good memory or a bad one. There’s a lot of memories between us, ranging from the happiest of times to the saddest. If it's a bad one, I could probably do without hearing it.
