Ricky stirred and turned over. He blinked at the ceiling blankly, for a moment wondering where he was. Then the big body beside him stirred, and the arm cradling him tightened around him. Oh, that’s right. He was in James’ house, in James’ bed. He’d spent the night last night. He felt color rise in his cheeks as he remembered how he and James had spent most of yesterday and last night. His body ached and his ass felt sore, but he simply didn’t care. He also felt really good, sated and warm and happy.
He turned his head and looked at James’ sleeping profile. So handsome! The cop’s mouth was slightly open, and he thought of all of the things that it had done to him to bring him screaming to pleasure. He had the urge to lean over and kiss those slack lips, to wake James up with a kiss, but he also felt shy so he didn’t move. The morning after his first full-on gay sexual encounters was more than a little odd for him.
But that was okay. He also enjoyed just lying here, being held, snuggled up beside James in the big bed. He could have stayed here forever. Except that his bladder was screaming at him, telling him that he needed to empty it, and pronto. He reluctantly rolled away from James’ embrace, getting off the bed and stumbling into the small bathroom. He stood in front of the toilet and emptied his bladder, sighing in relief as the pressure subsided.
He jumped as a pair of arms suddenly slid around him. A mouth kissed the back of his neck as James rumbled: “Good morning, Ricky. Did you sleep well?”
He blushed. “Yeah,” he croaked.
A chuckle. “Did I wear you out?” James asked, his hands beginning to slide down Ricky’s torso in caressing circles.
He gasped, his head going back a little at the feel of James’ hands on him. “Yeah,” he groaned. “B-But it was…good.”
A laugh. “Good to know,” James purred. “So…Would you like to have a morning quickie before we get some breakfast?”
He moaned breathily, his hips beginning to rock as James’ hand closed over his cock and began to urge it into full erection.
“O-Okay,” he gasped, and that was the last coherent thing he said for some time after that…
Later, he sat gingerly on a stool in James’ kitchen as the cop made them breakfast. He stood at the stove, wearing a dark blue t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants, cooking bacon and eggs in a pan. It smelled delicious, and Ricky’s empty stomach grumbled loudly in anticipation. The ache in his ass had intensified after what had just happened in the bedroom, but he still didn’t care. He’d take the soreness. The rest of his body was relaxed and warm and still tingling from the intensity of the orgasm he’d experienced.
He was wearing one of James’ shirts and a pair of drawstring sweats himself, although he was close to swimming in them considering the difference in their sizes. But his other clothes needed to be washed, so James had leant him something to wear while the washer and dryer ran.
Ricky was glad that he had the day off today. He didn’t want to go anywhere or do anything. He wasn’t even sure that he’d be able to walk properly, let alone do anything more vigorous. He had hobbled into the kitchen like an old woman, a hand on his lower back. He could just imagine his co-workers’ reactions if he’d had to go into work today walking like that. Dear God, the thought of having to try to explain his painful, shuffling gait…it was too embarrassing! While he was handling being with a gay man, he wasn’t quite ready to ’out’ himself to anybody just yet. Well, except for James’ friends and family, of course. They already knew that he and James were dating.
James scooped bacon and eggs out of the pan and slid them onto a plate. He also set several pieces of buttered toast on it, and brought all of this feast to Ricky. He handed the plate to him with a kiss, saying as he pulled back: “Eat up. You need your energy.”
He colored again when he thought about just WHY he needed his energy, but obediently picked up a fork and dug in .The food was delicious. James went back to the stove to make his own breakfast, while Ricky cleaned his plate happily.
James straddled a stool next to him and set his plate down on the bar top, picking up his fork. “How is it?” he asked, nodding at Ricky’s almost empty plate.
“It’s wonderful. Thank you,” Ricky told him.
James grinned as he scooped up some scrambled eggs with a piece of toast and bit into it. “I have to keep my man fed,” he said.
Ricky liked the sound of that. My man. Yes, he was James’ man. It gave him a sense of belonging, something he’d never had before in his entire life. His parents certainly had given it to him; he’d been scared of his father since he’d been old enough to understand just how violent the man was, and his mother had only shown him love sporadically when she wasn’t wrapped up in her own troubles. James made Ricky feel like he had a real family at last.
He finished his food, right down to the last crumb of toast. He pushed the empty plate away, patting his full belly contentedly. James grinned and winked at him. Ricky smiled back contentedly, trying to keep in a loud burp but finally unable to anymore. But the sound only made James laugh a little, and when Ricky looked apologetic the cop only finished his mouthful of food and remarked: “Don’t worry about it, Ricky. That just tells me that you enjoyed my food. That makes me happy.”
Ricky felt warmth flow through him. He sat and watched James finish his breakfast, content with the silence in the kitchen as he admired James’ rugged, masculine beauty and the warmth in the man’s eyes whenever he glanced up at Ricky.
When he was finally done eating, James snagged both of their plates and carried them to the sink. He rinsed them, then put them in the dishwasher. “I have to get to work at five,” he told Ricky,’ turning around. “But until then, what do you think we should do to pass the time, Ricky?”
He caught his breath. Seeing his expression, James’ lips lifted in a sexy smile. “I’m sure we’ll figure out something,” he purred.
Ricky hobbled into his house that evening, moving slowly and carefully. James had told him that they’d back off on the full-on sex for the next few days, until his body recovered a little. Not that there weren’t plenty of other things that they could do to ‘entertain’ themselves, the cop had pointed out before he’d kissed Ricky and seen him out the door of his house.
Ricky wanted to groan as he shuffled down the hallway toward the living room. He just wanted to find a soft pillow and sit on it for awhile, maybe watch some TV. But before he could get there, a pounding on his front door made him start and try to whirl around. He gasped in pain, stopping his movement. A loud voice yelled through the door: “Open up, boy! I haven’t got all damn night!”
He froze in horror, his eyes wide. Oh, shit! His father was outside, pounding on his door! And he was standing here, barely able to move, because he’d spent a day and a night having gay sex with his boyfriend! Jesus, he was dead!
“Open up!” his father screamed again. “Don’t make me break this door down, boy!”
Ricky shuffled toward the door, trying to walk normally and failing utterly. He groaned in pain, his eyes glued to the door. It was beginning to vibrate, as Roger vented his rage on the wood. “I’m coming!” he called, before finally reaching the door and opening it. His father almost fell inside, since he’d been in mid-pond when Ricky opened the door.
A scowling Roger glared ferociously at him. “What the hell took you so long, shithead?!” he barked.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” he said apologetically, cringing. He lied: “I was at the back of the house.
“Huh,” his father grunted, eyeing him suspiciously. “Your mama tried to call you yesterday, but you never answered your phone. Why not?” he growled, still eyeing his son blackly.
Ricky felt panic rush through him. He’d turned his phone off yesterday because…because he’d been with James. But he couldn’t tell his father that. He had to lie again. He wracked his brains, then began: “My phone ran out of charge, and I forgot to plug it in.”
His father casually reached out and slapped him. Ricky reeled back a little, a hand to his cheek. “From now on you better keep your phone charged, boy,” he snarled. “So your mama can get in touch with you .I don’t like it when she nags me about you. She got on my case about coming over here and telling you that you should bring this girl that you’re dating over to meet us Tuesday night.”
He felt a rising panic threatening to engulf him. “I-I can’t do that, Daddy,” he stammered. “S-She’s got to work Tuesday night.”
“Then you call your mama about what night you CAN bring her over,” his father told him. “She wants to meet this girl, so you better bring her along when you can. You got that, Ricky?”
He felt a dull, helpless despair rise up in him. “I’ll ask her, Daddy,” he said, his shoulders slumping and his head falling. He looked at the ground, not wanting to meet his father’s eyes.
“Good. Now call your mama so that she climbs off my back, you got that?”
A smack to his head made his ears ring. He reeled a bit, as Roger strode away toward his battered old truck without a backward glance. Ricky leaned against the doorjamb as his father’s truck started with a roar and drove away. What was he supposed to do now? It wasn’t as though he could bring James along to dinner with his parents. Roger would flip out. So would his mother, for that matter. She didn’t approve of gay people either, since their preacher ranted against them constantly every Sunday. But he couldn’t produce a girl to pretend to be ‘Jamie’ on short notice, either. He’d have to tell his mother that Jamie had broken up with him, which probably wouldn’t go over well. But it would still go over better than if he told his parents the truth about the nature of the person he was dating.
God, he hated this. Trying to conceal his life from his parents, especially from Roger’s eagle eyes, was draining and exhausting. But he had to continue to try, because if his father ever discovered the truth about his son’s love life Ricky’s life wouldn’t be worth a plug nickel.