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Chapter 14
My dad sits at the kitchen table across from Mikey and me, his brow knit anxiously as his eyes flit between us. We decided to tell him together, and knew we wanted to do so before our first real date. We didn’t intend to wait until Friday morning to do so, but here we are. One week of sneaking around and I might be developing an ulcer from the stress. Our plan to keep the fooling around to a minimum at home has gone exactly as you might expect. If you’re judging me right now, then you’ve never seen Mikey on a weight bench. Grunting rhythmically, stacks of iron plates floating above him, arms pumped, chest expanding, spine arched, heavy monster bulge pushed toward the sky, wobbling and bouncing with each push. Fuck. Now I’m hard.
“Um, so yeah, we have something to ask you.” I start, pulling myself closer to the table to hide my tenting corduroys. “Er, ah, tell you, is more accurate. Or I guess ask. Too. Cuz, you know, your house and everything.”
“Ok, last time you were this nervous you’d flooded the basement.” He replies with a laugh. Then his face falls. “Please tell me you didn’t flood the basement.”
“No! No. Nothing like that. No property damage. Yet. HA! That’s funny cuz it’s not… like that.” I stammer nonsensically. Wow. Why is this as hard as it is?
“Want me to do it?” Mikey chimes in earnestly, taking my hand under the table and giving it a squeeze. I nod, chuckling at my own buffoonery.
“So, I’ve asked Adam out on a date tonight. Is that alright with you?” Mikey asks my dad brightly. That simply. That direct. I suddenly feel like an idiot.
“Holy shit, is that what this is about?!” Dad laughs, visibly relieved. “I thought one of you had gotten kicked out of school or arrested or totaled the car!” He’s cracking up now, hard. I feel like even more of an idiot.
“So you’re ok with this?” I say, lifting our clasped hands up from under the table. Waving them together for emphasis.
“Aw! Oh my god, that’s so cute.” My dad says, beaming from ear to ear. “Yes. I’m ok with it. Honestly I’m annoyed you thought I hadn’t noticed.”
My jaw drops. Mikey covers his face with his huge hands and laughs dryly.
“You knew? How?!” I blurt out, feeling a bit salty.
“Well the attraction was obviously mutual, you two stare at each other way more than I think you realize. Plus, for the last week, the basement smells like lots and lots of sex. Seriously, air it out, guys.” My dad laughs at us, standing up and grabbing an orange from the counter.
“Listen, you’re both adults. Young adults, but adults nonetheless. You can date who you want. Yeah, ok, I admit that dating your roommate has the potential to get messy, but so does any relationship. It also has the potential to be awesome.
“Adam,” he says, turning to me directly, “The best thing I could hope for is that you find someone as bright and passionate and kind as you are. If this works out, it could be exactly that. If you break up and can’t stand each other we’ll deal with it. But right now I say give it a shot and see if it works. Just be honest with each other.”
Mikey and I exchange looks, jaws slightly dropped. “Huh.” I say. And after a moment, “Is this some sort of parenting trap?”
“No, it’s really not. I’m totally a cool dad. I’ve been telling you your whole life, I don’t know why this is surprising.” My dad says as he heads toward the stairs, then turns to us with a serious expression on his face, “But I’m also a nurse, so you’re both getting doctor’s appointments, STD/STI panels, and I recommend going on PrEP. Now, I’m going to bed.”
He doesn’t wait for replies. He just saunters off to bed looking pleased with himself and eating orange segments. Mikey turns to me, pure elation on his face.
“That went just about as good as it could have gone!” He says, flashing his signature optimism. I on the other hand…
“My dad just told us to air out our sex dungeon. I’m going to need a minute.” I say, still processing.
“Oh my god, yes! Your face was priceless! And I had already almost lost it when he asked if you flooded your basement.” Mikey’s fully cackling now, and I realize he’d been holding back laughter the entire time.
For a moment I’m pissed. This had been stressing me out so much and Mikey was so fucking sure it would work out. I watch him stand and stretch, his hands brushing the lowish kitchen ceiling, his t-shirt riding up and exposing his perfect abs, dusted by a warm happy trail leading temptingly down into the waistband of a pair of snug black jeans with shredded knees. He picks up the last orange and starts to peel it deftly. He’s still chuckling and the warm notes of his laugh ring off the tile backsplash and suddenly it IS funny. Every moment of it. And just like that I go from annoyed to enamored. The power of Mikey, I guess.
“What are we doing for our date tonight?” I ask. It’s not my first time asking, but Mikey has maintained total secrecy for his plan. He smiles knowingly in response.
“I will be kind and tell you this much: there will be walking and eating. Dress accordingly.” He says, eyes twinkling. “Come on, you’ll be late for Jack.”
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“You’re late.” Jack says as I walk into the Works, “Good thing you’ve got a fast blind hem stitch.” He says, handing me a pile of tulle that I’m guessing is either 4 gowns worth or 1 giant gown worth, depending on the occasion.
“Everything is marked, just do your magic!” Jack says chipperly as he moves to the next group, already in progress.
Jack is working on a few different projects, and our professor offers extra credit for first year students who assist when he needs extra hands. I don’t need the credit, but it’s a great way to get practical experience and Jack asked me to be here to support some of the less experienced volunteers. Honestly I was kinda relieved when he asked. I didn’t know how he’d feel about his and Mikey’s fizzle of a date, let alone Mikey and I maybe being together. To my pleasant surprise, he just laughed.
“I got swept up in the reflected glow coming off of you two sparking, that’s all.” He’d mused on Monday morning over coffee on the way to class. “And the horniness I’m experiencing will subside with time, I suppose.”
I got the feeling he was holding back a bit of sadness, but the Jack I’ve come to know plays things pretty close to his chest. And even if I did detect a bit of rejection ache, it hasn’t changed our dynamic. He’s even joined us on the quad for lunch twice this week.
After a frenzied 2 hours of hem stitches and keeping the newbies from sewing sleeves shut, we’ve wrapped up a few of the projects and got the rest to a good pausing place. I’ve got an hour before my next class and Jack offers to help out with my pattern making project. I’m trying to make a swimsuit for Mikey and working with the material is more challenging than I anticipated.
“You see the pouch needs to stretch, but it also needs to hold and snap back into shape.” I say, showing Jack my pattern and first passes on some stretch spandex. Jack picks up a prototype and examines the stitching for a moment. He then inserts his entire fist in the pouch and gives it a good stretch. He keeps his hand there a moment and looks up at me, a bemused expression on his face.
“Seriously?” he says, indicating the massive pouch design with a chuckle.
“Seriously.” I say with a slow intense nod, “Took the measurements myself.”
“Fuck dude. Well, you can’t blame me for trying, can you?” Jack chuckles,
“Nope. Never.” I say earnestly, “I fully understand the desire.”
“Honestly, the hardest part is that now you’re BOTH off the market. I can’t even run to you for comfort.” Jack muses, before subtly adjusting his crotch. I try not to steal glances. I fail. What can I say, Jack’s hot. And the obvious erection he’s tucking to his hip only adds to my own stirrings.
“Anyway, I don’t think this spandex is going to work.” Jack continues, smiling at my blushing cheeks, “There’s some super stretch neoprene in the bolt room, follow me. It’s got slightly less stretch than the spandex, but more structure. And a stretch stitch will hold well for the edging, so you won’t have to zig zag stitch it like the spandex. Equally secure but less home ec.”
“Yeah, the zig zag was giving first year vibes.” I say, “That’s brilliant. Oh, grab that orchid shade! Is it a 4-way stretch?”
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It’s 6pm-ish and I’m standing near the quad in my date outfit. I chose a pair of dark purple slacks that make my butt look awesome, a white oxford shirt with pearl buttons, and a gunmetal gray velvet sport coat. Even though I got ready in the locker room at The Works I feel cute and fresh and totally not anxious at all. Ok. Lie. But two out of three aint bad, right? I look down the path toward the athletics buildings where Mikey would be coming from. It’s mid October and the trees are almost bare. Orange and burgundy leaves are still heaped on the sides of the walking paths and scattered across the lawns of the quad. The street lights glow warm yellow and I even spot a few people in early Halloween costumes. I don’t see Mikey yet and I try to release some anxiety with a sigh.
I pull my phone from my bookbag to check the time and see I have a message from Jack. It’s a pic of him stretching the pouch of the swimsuit we made together to its limits with an enthusiastic fist and a determined, goofy look on his face. “Go get him, Tiger!” The text reads. I snort a laugh and text back an eggplant and sweaty face emojis. I put my phone away and glance down the path again. I do see a big muscular guy headed my way, but it’s not Mikey. Not tall enough, or big enough in the shoulders. This guy does spark a bit of recognition though, and even in the dusklight I can tell he sees and recognizes me too. Fuck. It’s Brett. I know that cocky gait anywhere.
I try to turn on my heels to start walking quickly down the path toward a crowd of people but instead I walk directly into Mikey.
“Oh! Shit!” I yelp, momentarily thinking Brett somehow moved super fast and caught me already. “Fuck. Sorry. I thought you’d be coming from the athletics buildings.”
“I had to run home to get something. Are you ok? You look terrified.” Mikey says, taking my shoulders in his hands and looking me over.
“I’m fine. I just got the creepies standing here alone in the dark.” I say quickly, smoothing my shirt under my jacket. I glance back over my shoulder, but the Brett shaped figure is gone. Maybe it wasn’t even him. Maybe I’m getting paranoid. Mikey looks down the path where I’m scanning and looks worried.
“So, you look amazing!” I change the subject, stepping back to take in the full picture of my date. Fuck. I might be dodging questions, but I’m not lying. Who knew this guy could dress himself in anything but jeans t-shirts and gym clothes. He’s filling a pair of light gray wool slacks to near bursting, the subtle stripes of the material emphasizing his long, powerful legs and mountainous heavy bulge. A sleek black leather belt with a gold buckle tops the epic mound like a cherry. On top he’s kept it simple with a black dress shirt with charcoal buttons. It must be a slim fit, so he can’t quite button it around most of his ample pec shelf, but a white athletic cut undershirt peeks out where the shirt can’t manage. He’s rolled the sleeves to elbow, showing off the veins on his forearms. He must have pumped a little after dressing, like I saw him do before his date with Jack.
“Yeah? You like? I had some help.” Mikey says, flexing his arm a bit and spreading his feet apart to pose a little.
“Well, I’ll have to thank them.” I say, wondering internally who he tapped for help.
“You look fucking adorable.” He growls at me, pulling me closer to him by my hips and leaning down for a kiss. “I like you in velour.”
“It’s velvet.” I whisper into his neck with mock-fury, standing on my tiptoes. “Never say the word ‘velour’ to me again.”
“Ha! Noted. Come on, dinner awaits.” Mikey laughs, then wraps and arm around me and walks us toward the parking lot.
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Dinner, Mikey reveals after a ½ mile walk to the edge of campus, is a cute little Vietnamese noodle house. The walk passes quickly and we chat about our week so far, my American Lit paper, his Bio exam. Mikey likes to be touching me when we walk and I’m getting more and more used to hand holding and his arm around my shoulder. I admit sometimes I like to walk separately just for the opportunity to watch his body move through space.
The restaurant itself is on the garden level of a vine covered brick building, down a little concrete staircase with a small courtyard full of twinkly lights. We step inside and I see the whole restaurant is covered in string lights of various shapes. Stars on the bar. Flamingos and chili peppers running along the trim. Tiny plastic cocktail-glass-shaped lights glow colorfully amidst the vines of potted plants. The overall effect is funny, whimsical, and entirely romantic. We get seated in a corner booth that’s a bit cramped for Mikey’s big frame.
“Are you ok here? We can sit somewhere else.” I say, scanning the other tables for something more spacious.
“Nope, I’m perfect.” Mikey says, pressing his knee into mine under the table. We’re so close I can squeeze his knee between my thighs and I look up to see his eyes sparkling. “Flirt.” He chides, playfully. Lifting a menu.
The meal is delightful. Pho and lumpia and this pancake thing stuffed with bean sprouts and fresh herbs. The longer we talk the more comfortable we both get and soon enough Mikey is cracking me up with stories from his week. Tales of bio professors with handlebar mustaches, the water polo team tossing their coach into the pool, and a classmate who clearly has a crush offering him a massage three times in one day.
“Holy shit! A third offer? This poor girl.” I laugh. “Just tell her you have a boyfriend. She’ll be sad, but she’ll get the hint.”
Mikey stops chuckling and looks up at me, beaming from ear to ear. “Boyfriend, eh? Couldn’t even wait until the second date?”
Judging by his shit-eating grin, he thinks he’s caught me off guard. But I match his gaze and nod slowly. His chuckle fades out and he tilts his head.
“We both know what this is.” I say clearly, holding eye contact, “I’m yours to do with as you please. And I’d wager you’re mine to do the same.”
Mikey breathes in deeply, chest rising and expanding. He exhales and I feel the warmth of his breath on face. Fuck this man fills a space.
“We’ve waited long enough, Mikey.” I say, letting my eyes wander down his torso. I can’t see his cock from here, but I know where his blood is flowing. I slip my foot from my shoe and extend a leg slowly between his, tracing my way up his inner thigh until I feel the pulsing mass of his junk, pushing hard against the gray wool. He’s only at half mast but the bulge is enormous. I stifle a moan and look back up when I hear a low rumbling growl emanating from his throat. He grips the table’s edge with his hands and the dishes rattle a bit.
“I thought we were trying to take things slow.” Mikey says, gently grinding my foot.
“This IS me trying.” I say, running my toes softly down his shaft, then tucking them under his hefty balls. Fuck, I can feel his taint throbbing with his heartbeat.
“Do you gentlemen need anything else? Dessert? Coffee?” I nearly jump out of my skin when the waiter pipes up. From the slightly flustered tone of voice and eye line flitting between Mikey’s crotch and me blushing, I guess he’s been there for maybe a full minute.
“Just the check, please. Thank you.” Says Mikey, barely holding back laughter. The waiter flees to his point of sale screen, but keeps glancing back at Mikey. Sigh.
“We can never come back here, now. You realize that.” I tell Mikey as I tidy and stack the dishes in front of us.
“You’re telling me. I have to walk out of this place like this.” He replies, gesturing toward his mammoth erection running down his thigh.
“Pity. The food is awesome.” I lament, then, “So where are going next? Somewhere a little more private?”
“Um, ok, so I have an idea, but it’s definitely illegal.” Mikey says, eyes sparkling.
“Fuck. Sounds about right. You lead, I’ll follow.” I say as we get up to pay. I throw a glance at Mikey’s crotch when he stands and nearly moan out loud. Gray wool slacks. Take notes, boys. Off we go.
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(Chapter 14 continues in the next post!)
