Chapter 3
Chad went after Parker, now feeling decidedly anxious on top of his internal misery. There had been something in his boyfriend’s voice that told him that Parker wasn’t very happy with him right now. They went out into the lobby together, and Parker led the way to the elevator. He didn’t speak to Chad while they rode up to the floor their room was on, and he kept shooting his boyfriend anxious looks as he tried to figure out what Parker was thinking. They exited the elevator and went toward their room, Parker using the key card on the door and opening it so that they could walk into the room.
Almost immediately, Parker turned toward him and directed a rather hard, searching look at him. “Chad,” he began tightly, “I think we really need to talk about something. We’ve been together for a year now, yet you don’t think that you’re good enough for me, do you? That’s why Jamie’s words hurt you so bad, because you believe what he said. Well, I’ve gotta say that I’m really tired of trying to tell you and show you that I think that you’re a great guy, really special, and yet you still think that you’re some kind of loser geek who’s not fit to scrape my shoes. What are you really saying, Chad? That I might be something wonderful, but that I also have bad taste? I picked you, after all; so if you’re as bad as you think you are, then I MUST have bad taste. I don’t think that I appreciate that.”
“No!” Chad cried in horror. “I don’t think that you have bad taste! Not at all!”
Parker folded his arms across his chest. “Okay, so I don’t have bad taste. Yet you think that you’re not worthy of me. How the hell did we end up together if that’s so? And why have I dated you for so long? Shouldn’t I just dump you and go find some other, prettier guy who’s better than you? Is that what you think I should do?”
Chad’s shoulders slumped. “I don’t…” he began helplessly, not wanting to make any such suggestion. He might not think that he was good enough for Parker Jones, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to give him up, either.
Parker’s eyes searched his face. “How do you feel about me, Chad?” he asked quietly. “Do you like me?”
“Yes, of course!” Chad cried.
Parker nodded. “All right. Well then…do you love me, Chad?”
He froze, his green eyes wide. Then he whispered: “Yes.”
Parker’s smile blossomed, dazzling him. “I’m really glad to hear that. Because I love you too, Chad. Very much. So much that it really hurts me when you go into these fits of anxiety where you worry that you’re not good enough for me. I hate it when you’re so hard on yourself for no reason. Watching someone that I love beat up on himself is hard on me. Especially when his fears are just bullshit anyway. Because you aren’t just good enough, Chad Walinski; you’re the best that I’ve ever had. Now if you believe what I’m saying to you, repeat after me: I’m a great guy, and Parker Jones loves me, so I’m going to give up worrying about anything anymore. Can you do that?”
Chad stared at him, feeling something that had been too tense inside of him for a long time slowly loosen. He said softly: “I’m a great guy, and P-Parker Jones l-loves me. So I’m going to give up worrying about anything anymore.”
Parker gave him an approving look. “See! I knew you had it in you, Chad. Now come here,” he waved a hand at his boyfriend, and Chad timidly came to him. When he was within reach, Parker closed in for a kiss. He curled his hand around the back of Chad’s neck and drew his head down so that their mouths could meet, and Chad’s hands came to rest on his shoulders as they kissed.
When they drew apart at last, Parker looked deep into his eyes. “Chad, you’re amazing. Don’t you ever believe anything else from now on, okay? Because I won’t let you,” he added firmly as his thumb brushed over Chad’s lower lip tenderly.
“Okay,” Chad said. “I’m sorry, Parker. I just – it’s so weird for me, having a boyfriend as cool and amazing as you. I know that other people look at us sometimes and think: What is a hot guy like that doing with some skinny geek?”
Parker sighed. “While I can understand that, Chad, you shouldn’t care what other people think. I don’t. I like who I like, and to hell with why other people can’t see why we’re together. I know why I like you. You’re smart, and funny, and a technical wiz who can fix my computer…” he teased, his eyes twinkling, “And you love Star Wars. What more could a guy ask for?”
Chad felt a pleasant warmth in his belly, but there was one issue that he still felt uncertain about. “But what about…” he waved a hand in frustration at his own long, skinny frame, “I mean, I’m like some mutant bean pole. I’m not some ripped hunk or anything,” he added sadly.
Parker looked him over slowly. “No, you’re not,” he agreed. “But if a male super model came up to me and offered me his body, I’m not sure that I’d take him up on his offer. Do you want to know why? Because he’d be all flash and no substance. Looks aren’t the be all and end all of anything…and besides, I think you’re awfully cute, Chad. Why do you think that I want to have sex with you all the time? Because I think that you’re fugly? Yeah, horribly ugly and unattractive guys really turn me on,” he said dryly. “Here, take off your shirt and I’ll tell you why I think you’re sexy.”
Chad felt somewhat shy at this juncture, but he shimmied out of his t-shirt. Parker’s gaze turned hungry and rather feral, and the sight of that darkness in his eyes made Chad’s breath come short. He reached out and gently tweaked one of Chad’s nipples, making him moan. “We’ll start with these,” Parker growled as his thumbs brushed relentlessly over the stiffening peaks. “They’re so cute and sensitive. I bet I could make you come just by sucking on them? Do you want me to try that sometime?” he asked.
Chad choked out an affirmative, which made Parker grin. “Your skin is so soft,” he added, making caressing circles on Chad’s chest with his hands. “And so pale. Everybody thinks that tans are a big turn on, but frankly if you had one you’d look like a baked turkey. I like this better,” he swooped in and planted a kiss on his boyfriend’s left pectoral, and Chad shivered visibly.
“Yeah, you’re kind of thin,” Parker admitted as his hands stroked down Chad’s trembling belly, “But you’re proportionate. And you don’t look like a Holocaust survivor, thank God. That wouldn’t be sexy at all.” His tongue flashed out to trace over the quivering muscles, and Chad’s knees threatened to buckle out from under him.
“Ooo, here we have the good parts,” Parker’s voice was throaty as he began to undo the snap at the front of Chad’s jeans. He worked them down off of narrow hips with urgent tugs. Chad’s erection sprang free from the denim and his underwear alike, twitching and leaking as Parker curled his fingers around it. “Mmm, better than a lollipop,” he commented as he licked delicately at the tip to gather up some of the precum. Chad moaned desperately, his hips rocking. “And so cute. I think I’ll pet it and keep it, and call it George,” he crooned as his fingers stroked the length of the shaft lightly.
“Parkkeeerrr,” Chad gasped, completely lost in what was being done to him.
Parker chuckled. He patted Chad’s hips lovingly. “I’m not done telling you what I like about your body,” he told Chad ruthlessly. “Now these are a nice mouthful,” and he engulfed Chad’s left ball in his mouth completely, sucking at it until his boyfriend writhed and whimpered above his head.
Chad couldn’t take it anymore. Feeling that his knees were giving way, Parker got to his feet and pushed Chad down onto the bed. He yanked the jeans off of those long, long legs, tossing them onto the floor casually. Then he descended upon Chad for more cataloguing, telling his boyfriend just what he liked about having so much acreage to revel in as he kissed and licked his way down each long limb until Chad’s muscles were quivering and jerking for him. Chad arched off the bed helplessly, wild and crazed from Parker’s relentless attentions to him. When a spit-slick finger sank into his ass, he only whimpered and lifted himself to get more of it.
“And of course I like this,” Parker told him as he thrust his finger in-and-out of that sweet tightness. “I love the way it takes me in. You’re so tight here, Chad. It feels so good.”
He moaned, waveringly, and reached out with his long arms to touch Parker in turn. His boyfriend laughed and slapped his hands away briefly, so that he could shuck out of his Han Solo costume and give Chad naked skin to touch instead. He draped himself over Chad’s body and kissed him, and their mouths met hungrily as they groped each other with enthusiasm. Parker rubbed himself against Chad, the sensual slide of skin-on-skin making both of them moan at the sensation.
Parker lifted his head. “Chad,” he said.
“Yeah?” he could barely speak, but he did his best to be articulate.
“I have a couple of presents for you that I was going to give you after the Con is over. But I think that I’d like to give one to you now. Chad…I want us to move in together.”
Silence. Chad gaped up at him, then asked: “Really?!”
Parker grinned at his incredulous tone. “Yes, really,” he replied, tapping the end of Chad's nose lovingly with his forefinger. “My apartment has a second bedroom. I thought we could make that into your storage space for all of your Star Wars memorabilia, that way it won’t be in the way and you won’t have to put it into storage.”
Chad took a deep breath. “That’s sounds really cool,” he said honestly. One of the things that had worried him about he and Parker ever moving in together was the fact that his boyfriend didn’t collect memorabilia and might not appreciate it cluttering up his living space.
“Great. We’ll move your stuff in next weekend, and I’ll get anything in that bedroom out so there’ll be plenty of space.”
Chad lifted his head and initiated a kiss between them, a silent ‘thank-you’ for his gift. Parker’s eyes were gleaming when their lips parted again. “Somebody’s all fired up,” he remarked lazily, grinding his groin into Chad’s to make him moan. “Think we should get this show on the road?”
Chad nodded. Parker reached out to grab the overnight bag he’d brought with all of the necessary things in it, like toiletries…and lube. Lots of lube. He produced a bottle of it with a victorious flourish, making Chad giggle. Parker squirted some into his palm as he slid down the bed to settle in between Chad’s bent legs. He thrust a slick finger into Chad, smirking a little at the hissing gasp that his boyfriend let forth. He fingered Chad a little roughly, feeling some urgency now. He just wanted to fuck him into the mattress, to listen to all of those wonderful little sounds that Chad made as he was being taken. He twisted his fingers, then pulled them out. “I’ve gotta get in there, Chad,” he told his boyfriend urgently as he spread those long legs even further apart. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” Chad husked, wanting this just as much as Parker did. He groaned as that wonderful cock sank into him in one smooth stroke, feeling no discomfort as the slick length breeched him. They’d done this often enough in the last year that he felt no pain, and he twined his long legs over Parker’s hips to tell him to start moving. His heels dug into Parker’s ass a bit as his boyfriend grabbed his thighs and lifted them, then began to thrust in-and-out with long, hard strokes that made him see stars. He began to pant and gasp, his hands closing spasmodically over Parker's hips as he moved to meet each thrust. Blindly he stared up into the handsome face of his lover, seeing the sweat starting to bead Parker’s brow as he put all of his energy into fucking Chad into the mattress.
“Uh, you feel so damn good, Chad,” he said between his teeth as he thrust.
“Oohhh,” was the only reply, as Chad lost himself in the feel of Parker’s cock inside of him. His head rolled on the bedspread as fireworks seemed to go of behind his eyes. He felt fingers close around his cock, and he cried out deliriously as Parker stroked him inside and out to an intense orgasm. He wailed as he came, his semen jetting out over his stomach in long bursts. He felt Parker surge into him a half-dozen more times, and felt the wash of liquid warmth as his boyfriend came inside of him. Then Parker was falling on top of him, his head barely reaching Chad’s shoulder as his body lay atop Chad’s like a blanket.
“Wow,” he breathed, running his hands idly down Parker’s naked back. “That was really good.”
“Definitely,” Parker agreed huskily. He kissed Chad’s shoulder. “That’s a great start to celebrating our anniversary, huh?”
“Yeah,” Chad agreed. “Hey I…got you something too,” he said.
Parker lifted his head and looked interested. “Did you? Do I get it now?”
Chad laughed a little as he reached out(without disturbing Parker), and fumbled for his own overnight bag on the nightstand. He’d hidden the gift-wrapped box in the bottom of it, and it didn't take him long to pull it our and present it to Parker. He said shyly: “I hope you like it. Technically it’s not memorabilia, because I know you don’t like that..”
“I’m sure I’ll love it,” Parker returned swiftly, propping himself up next to Chad’s long form so that he could get the paper off the box. He pulled out a square white box, sliding the top off of it. Chad held his breath as Parker’s fingers extracted the Millennium Falcon watch. He looked at it, seeing that the ship was done in a discreet size on the top of a plain silver disc. The band was leather and also plain. “Chad, this is amazing,” he said. “I love it.”
Chad felt a warm squiggling in his stomach. “You do?”
“Yeah. Almost as much as I love you,” Parker slid the watch onto his wrist before leaning forward to kiss the giver thoroughly in thanks. “This is something I can wear anywhere. That’s what's so great about it,” He added when he lifted his head.
“Cool. I bought it off of Ebay. I was hoping that you’d like it.”
“Well, I do. And just wait until you see your other present that I got you,” Parker said.
“Can I see it now?” Chad asked hopefully.
Parker shook his head. “Sorry, Chad, but it was too big to bring to the Con and be able to hide it. You’ll just have to wait, I’m afraid.”
Chad looked crestfallen. Parker chuckled as he leaned down to kiss his pouting lover’s lips again. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you plenty to occupy your mind with this weekend,” he breathed against Chad’s lips. “It’ll fly right by, I promise.”
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Chad went after Parker, now feeling decidedly anxious on top of his internal misery. There had been something in his boyfriend’s voice that told him that Parker wasn’t very happy with him right now. They went out into the lobby together, and Parker led the way to the elevator. He didn’t speak to Chad while they rode up to the floor their room was on, and he kept shooting his boyfriend anxious looks as he tried to figure out what Parker was thinking. They exited the elevator and went toward their room, Parker using the key card on the door and opening it so that they could walk into the room.
Almost immediately, Parker turned toward him and directed a rather hard, searching look at him. “Chad,” he began tightly, “I think we really need to talk about something. We’ve been together for a year now, yet you don’t think that you’re good enough for me, do you? That’s why Jamie’s words hurt you so bad, because you believe what he said. Well, I’ve gotta say that I’m really tired of trying to tell you and show you that I think that you’re a great guy, really special, and yet you still think that you’re some kind of loser geek who’s not fit to scrape my shoes. What are you really saying, Chad? That I might be something wonderful, but that I also have bad taste? I picked you, after all; so if you’re as bad as you think you are, then I MUST have bad taste. I don’t think that I appreciate that.”
“No!” Chad cried in horror. “I don’t think that you have bad taste! Not at all!”
Parker folded his arms across his chest. “Okay, so I don’t have bad taste. Yet you think that you’re not worthy of me. How the hell did we end up together if that’s so? And why have I dated you for so long? Shouldn’t I just dump you and go find some other, prettier guy who’s better than you? Is that what you think I should do?”
Chad’s shoulders slumped. “I don’t…” he began helplessly, not wanting to make any such suggestion. He might not think that he was good enough for Parker Jones, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to give him up, either.
Parker’s eyes searched his face. “How do you feel about me, Chad?” he asked quietly. “Do you like me?”
“Yes, of course!” Chad cried.
Parker nodded. “All right. Well then…do you love me, Chad?”
He froze, his green eyes wide. Then he whispered: “Yes.”
Parker’s smile blossomed, dazzling him. “I’m really glad to hear that. Because I love you too, Chad. Very much. So much that it really hurts me when you go into these fits of anxiety where you worry that you’re not good enough for me. I hate it when you’re so hard on yourself for no reason. Watching someone that I love beat up on himself is hard on me. Especially when his fears are just bullshit anyway. Because you aren’t just good enough, Chad Walinski; you’re the best that I’ve ever had. Now if you believe what I’m saying to you, repeat after me: I’m a great guy, and Parker Jones loves me, so I’m going to give up worrying about anything anymore. Can you do that?”
Chad stared at him, feeling something that had been too tense inside of him for a long time slowly loosen. He said softly: “I’m a great guy, and P-Parker Jones l-loves me. So I’m going to give up worrying about anything anymore.”
Parker gave him an approving look. “See! I knew you had it in you, Chad. Now come here,” he waved a hand at his boyfriend, and Chad timidly came to him. When he was within reach, Parker closed in for a kiss. He curled his hand around the back of Chad’s neck and drew his head down so that their mouths could meet, and Chad’s hands came to rest on his shoulders as they kissed.
When they drew apart at last, Parker looked deep into his eyes. “Chad, you’re amazing. Don’t you ever believe anything else from now on, okay? Because I won’t let you,” he added firmly as his thumb brushed over Chad’s lower lip tenderly.
“Okay,” Chad said. “I’m sorry, Parker. I just – it’s so weird for me, having a boyfriend as cool and amazing as you. I know that other people look at us sometimes and think: What is a hot guy like that doing with some skinny geek?”
Parker sighed. “While I can understand that, Chad, you shouldn’t care what other people think. I don’t. I like who I like, and to hell with why other people can’t see why we’re together. I know why I like you. You’re smart, and funny, and a technical wiz who can fix my computer…” he teased, his eyes twinkling, “And you love Star Wars. What more could a guy ask for?”
Chad felt a pleasant warmth in his belly, but there was one issue that he still felt uncertain about. “But what about…” he waved a hand in frustration at his own long, skinny frame, “I mean, I’m like some mutant bean pole. I’m not some ripped hunk or anything,” he added sadly.
Parker looked him over slowly. “No, you’re not,” he agreed. “But if a male super model came up to me and offered me his body, I’m not sure that I’d take him up on his offer. Do you want to know why? Because he’d be all flash and no substance. Looks aren’t the be all and end all of anything…and besides, I think you’re awfully cute, Chad. Why do you think that I want to have sex with you all the time? Because I think that you’re fugly? Yeah, horribly ugly and unattractive guys really turn me on,” he said dryly. “Here, take off your shirt and I’ll tell you why I think you’re sexy.”
Chad felt somewhat shy at this juncture, but he shimmied out of his t-shirt. Parker’s gaze turned hungry and rather feral, and the sight of that darkness in his eyes made Chad’s breath come short. He reached out and gently tweaked one of Chad’s nipples, making him moan. “We’ll start with these,” Parker growled as his thumbs brushed relentlessly over the stiffening peaks. “They’re so cute and sensitive. I bet I could make you come just by sucking on them? Do you want me to try that sometime?” he asked.
Chad choked out an affirmative, which made Parker grin. “Your skin is so soft,” he added, making caressing circles on Chad’s chest with his hands. “And so pale. Everybody thinks that tans are a big turn on, but frankly if you had one you’d look like a baked turkey. I like this better,” he swooped in and planted a kiss on his boyfriend’s left pectoral, and Chad shivered visibly.
“Yeah, you’re kind of thin,” Parker admitted as his hands stroked down Chad’s trembling belly, “But you’re proportionate. And you don’t look like a Holocaust survivor, thank God. That wouldn’t be sexy at all.” His tongue flashed out to trace over the quivering muscles, and Chad’s knees threatened to buckle out from under him.
“Ooo, here we have the good parts,” Parker’s voice was throaty as he began to undo the snap at the front of Chad’s jeans. He worked them down off of narrow hips with urgent tugs. Chad’s erection sprang free from the denim and his underwear alike, twitching and leaking as Parker curled his fingers around it. “Mmm, better than a lollipop,” he commented as he licked delicately at the tip to gather up some of the precum. Chad moaned desperately, his hips rocking. “And so cute. I think I’ll pet it and keep it, and call it George,” he crooned as his fingers stroked the length of the shaft lightly.
“Parkkeeerrr,” Chad gasped, completely lost in what was being done to him.
Parker chuckled. He patted Chad’s hips lovingly. “I’m not done telling you what I like about your body,” he told Chad ruthlessly. “Now these are a nice mouthful,” and he engulfed Chad’s left ball in his mouth completely, sucking at it until his boyfriend writhed and whimpered above his head.
Chad couldn’t take it anymore. Feeling that his knees were giving way, Parker got to his feet and pushed Chad down onto the bed. He yanked the jeans off of those long, long legs, tossing them onto the floor casually. Then he descended upon Chad for more cataloguing, telling his boyfriend just what he liked about having so much acreage to revel in as he kissed and licked his way down each long limb until Chad’s muscles were quivering and jerking for him. Chad arched off the bed helplessly, wild and crazed from Parker’s relentless attentions to him. When a spit-slick finger sank into his ass, he only whimpered and lifted himself to get more of it.
“And of course I like this,” Parker told him as he thrust his finger in-and-out of that sweet tightness. “I love the way it takes me in. You’re so tight here, Chad. It feels so good.”
He moaned, waveringly, and reached out with his long arms to touch Parker in turn. His boyfriend laughed and slapped his hands away briefly, so that he could shuck out of his Han Solo costume and give Chad naked skin to touch instead. He draped himself over Chad’s body and kissed him, and their mouths met hungrily as they groped each other with enthusiasm. Parker rubbed himself against Chad, the sensual slide of skin-on-skin making both of them moan at the sensation.
Parker lifted his head. “Chad,” he said.
“Yeah?” he could barely speak, but he did his best to be articulate.
“I have a couple of presents for you that I was going to give you after the Con is over. But I think that I’d like to give one to you now. Chad…I want us to move in together.”
Silence. Chad gaped up at him, then asked: “Really?!”
Parker grinned at his incredulous tone. “Yes, really,” he replied, tapping the end of Chad's nose lovingly with his forefinger. “My apartment has a second bedroom. I thought we could make that into your storage space for all of your Star Wars memorabilia, that way it won’t be in the way and you won’t have to put it into storage.”
Chad took a deep breath. “That’s sounds really cool,” he said honestly. One of the things that had worried him about he and Parker ever moving in together was the fact that his boyfriend didn’t collect memorabilia and might not appreciate it cluttering up his living space.
“Great. We’ll move your stuff in next weekend, and I’ll get anything in that bedroom out so there’ll be plenty of space.”
Chad lifted his head and initiated a kiss between them, a silent ‘thank-you’ for his gift. Parker’s eyes were gleaming when their lips parted again. “Somebody’s all fired up,” he remarked lazily, grinding his groin into Chad’s to make him moan. “Think we should get this show on the road?”
Chad nodded. Parker reached out to grab the overnight bag he’d brought with all of the necessary things in it, like toiletries…and lube. Lots of lube. He produced a bottle of it with a victorious flourish, making Chad giggle. Parker squirted some into his palm as he slid down the bed to settle in between Chad’s bent legs. He thrust a slick finger into Chad, smirking a little at the hissing gasp that his boyfriend let forth. He fingered Chad a little roughly, feeling some urgency now. He just wanted to fuck him into the mattress, to listen to all of those wonderful little sounds that Chad made as he was being taken. He twisted his fingers, then pulled them out. “I’ve gotta get in there, Chad,” he told his boyfriend urgently as he spread those long legs even further apart. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” Chad husked, wanting this just as much as Parker did. He groaned as that wonderful cock sank into him in one smooth stroke, feeling no discomfort as the slick length breeched him. They’d done this often enough in the last year that he felt no pain, and he twined his long legs over Parker’s hips to tell him to start moving. His heels dug into Parker’s ass a bit as his boyfriend grabbed his thighs and lifted them, then began to thrust in-and-out with long, hard strokes that made him see stars. He began to pant and gasp, his hands closing spasmodically over Parker's hips as he moved to meet each thrust. Blindly he stared up into the handsome face of his lover, seeing the sweat starting to bead Parker’s brow as he put all of his energy into fucking Chad into the mattress.
“Uh, you feel so damn good, Chad,” he said between his teeth as he thrust.
“Oohhh,” was the only reply, as Chad lost himself in the feel of Parker’s cock inside of him. His head rolled on the bedspread as fireworks seemed to go of behind his eyes. He felt fingers close around his cock, and he cried out deliriously as Parker stroked him inside and out to an intense orgasm. He wailed as he came, his semen jetting out over his stomach in long bursts. He felt Parker surge into him a half-dozen more times, and felt the wash of liquid warmth as his boyfriend came inside of him. Then Parker was falling on top of him, his head barely reaching Chad’s shoulder as his body lay atop Chad’s like a blanket.
“Wow,” he breathed, running his hands idly down Parker’s naked back. “That was really good.”
“Definitely,” Parker agreed huskily. He kissed Chad’s shoulder. “That’s a great start to celebrating our anniversary, huh?”
“Yeah,” Chad agreed. “Hey I…got you something too,” he said.
Parker lifted his head and looked interested. “Did you? Do I get it now?”
Chad laughed a little as he reached out(without disturbing Parker), and fumbled for his own overnight bag on the nightstand. He’d hidden the gift-wrapped box in the bottom of it, and it didn't take him long to pull it our and present it to Parker. He said shyly: “I hope you like it. Technically it’s not memorabilia, because I know you don’t like that..”
“I’m sure I’ll love it,” Parker returned swiftly, propping himself up next to Chad’s long form so that he could get the paper off the box. He pulled out a square white box, sliding the top off of it. Chad held his breath as Parker’s fingers extracted the Millennium Falcon watch. He looked at it, seeing that the ship was done in a discreet size on the top of a plain silver disc. The band was leather and also plain. “Chad, this is amazing,” he said. “I love it.”
Chad felt a warm squiggling in his stomach. “You do?”
“Yeah. Almost as much as I love you,” Parker slid the watch onto his wrist before leaning forward to kiss the giver thoroughly in thanks. “This is something I can wear anywhere. That’s what's so great about it,” He added when he lifted his head.
“Cool. I bought it off of Ebay. I was hoping that you’d like it.”
“Well, I do. And just wait until you see your other present that I got you,” Parker said.
“Can I see it now?” Chad asked hopefully.
Parker shook his head. “Sorry, Chad, but it was too big to bring to the Con and be able to hide it. You’ll just have to wait, I’m afraid.”
Chad looked crestfallen. Parker chuckled as he leaned down to kiss his pouting lover’s lips again. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you plenty to occupy your mind with this weekend,” he breathed against Chad’s lips. “It’ll fly right by, I promise.”
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