Vicky tips her head and very quietly asks me, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I nod my head and smile at her. “Just, thanks for having me.”
Casually, she leans over the table and fills a glass of wine for me. “You’re welcome here for dinner every night if you want. You don’t need to wait for Brandon to invite you.”
Brandon
I don’t know a lot of things but one of the things I do know is that Vicky’s extended invitation to Ryan to come over for dinner any night he wants doesn’t include basement blow jobs. But here we are, with me on my knees, sucking Ryan off in my bedroom.
I mean, whatever. All the kids are in bed and Danton and Vicky are doing Lord knows what in their bedroom, but still. I’m guessing this wasn’t what she had in mind.
“Ah, fuck, Brandon,” Ryan moans. Thankfully he keeps it pretty quiet. He threads his hands through my hair and holds me steady as he begins to thrust his hips. He’s gonna blow at any second now.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck… ahhhh.”
That’s it. I pull off of him and swallow my reward.
“Goddamn it, that was good.” He sighs, pulls his pants up, and falls back on the bed.
I get up off the floor and crawl onto the bed to lie beside him, resting my head on his chest. He’s breathing heavily and I can hear his heart beating hard.
“You should probably head home soon,” I say. But it’s the last thing I want him to do. This is the third night we’ll spend awayfrom each other in four days and as happy as I am to be back in St. Louis and not on the road, I have grown used to being able to sleep beside him when we’re playing away.
“I know.” He sighs again and starts massaging my scalp with his hand. “I’m just going to lie here for a little longer. After that blow job, I can’t see straight.”
I nod my head against his chest. “It would be dangerous for you to drive in that condition.”
He wraps his other arm around me, holding me to him a little closer. His breathing is leveling out; his heart rate is calming down. “Do you think Danton and Vicky would notice if I just moved in here with you?”
“Danton probably not,” I say, feeling a warm flutter in my chest. I’d love it if he could stay, even though I know that’s not a possibility. “But Vicky definitely would.”
“I don’t think she’d mind.”
“No,” I agree. “She’d probably be thrilled. She loves you.”
“Of course she does,” Ryan laughs. “I’m irresistible to other people’s mothers.”
His statement makes me frown. We’ve never talked about his family, not even when we were younger. But I know they’re not around. And he may have laughed, but I don’t think it was a joke.
“What about your mom?” he asks, breaking me from my thoughts.
“What about her?”
“Would she love having me around?”
I look up at him. He looks calm and sated, but also a little sad. I shake my head at him. “You know she would,” I say. “You were her favorite billet.”Mine, too, I want to add, but don’t.
He runs his fingers through my hair, smoothing the wayward strands behind my ears. “Does she know about you?”
“What about me?”
“That you’re gay?”
I shrug. “We’ve never talked about it.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’ve just never had any reason to tell her or my dad.”
