Tell Me It's Real(142)

“Hey,” Vince said, his grin coming out in full force when he saw me. “I thought you were supposed to meet me at home. Darren said that Sandy had a queen emergency and you had to be here? Is everything okay?” He didn’t even wait for me to respond; instead he crushed me into him, holding my face in his hands as he kissed me, parting my lips with his tongue. I gave a little groan and sank in his grasp, trying to remember that there were two hundred people standing in the dark only feet away and that it probably wasn’t a good idea if I whipped out his cock so I could suck him off right then. He sure wasn’t making things any easier. That was one of the things I loved about him the most: he kissed me every time he saw me like he hadn’t seen me in years. Man, did he know how to kiss.

I managed to avoid shoving my hands down his pants and pulled back, trying to get my breathing under control. “Everything’s fine,” I assured him. “You know Sandy. Little things become big things.”

He grinned evilly at me. “That’s what I keep telling Darren, but he won’t believe me.”

“I heard that,” Darren muttered.

“You have to do a shot with me,” Vince said. “And nothing fruity.” He narrowed his eyes. “But you can’t spit it on another boy and try to take him home with you like you did with me.”

“I don’t think that’s quite how it happened.” I grabbed his hand. “Come here. Helena’s about to go on and I want to watch.”

“Why is it all dark?” he asked as I pulled him behind me. “Hey, Daddy Charlie.”

“Happy birthday, boy. You ready for your birthday spanking?”

“I’m still trying to convince Paul to let me spank him,” Vince confided, much to my horror. Vince thought it’d be kind of hot. I thought I liked my ass without his hand marks on it. We both knew it was only a matter of time before I caved. After all, he’d been able to convince me about the dildos. Oh boy, had he convinced me about the dildos. I don’t know why all his little quirks had to be about things going on or going in my ass.

“Maybe I should spank you!” I told him quite loudly. And, of course, that was right when Charlie signaled to the DJ to cut the music, and so everyone in the bar below heard me telling my boyfriend kinky things.

“Are ponies allowed to give spankings?” I heard my grandmother almost shout in the dark above the laughter.

“I’m sure if he stays in scene, it’ll be okay, as long as he’s rearing up to kick his hind legs,” Mom said even louder.

“I don’t want to talk about my son rearing anything,” Dad said. “Especially Vince.”

“Mom?” Vince asked. “Dad? Nana? Why are you guys down there in the dark?”

The lights came on then, and the pictures that would be taken later would show Vince’s wide, happy grin as people shouted, “Surprise!” up at him. And, of course, me, standing next to him, my red face buried in my hands, looking like I was about to die or something. Which, to be fair, I really wanted to do right then.

Helena led the crowd below in a stirring, dirty rendition of “Happy Birthday,” which explicitly described the blowing of a gigantic cock. The fact that my parents and grandmother were singing right along with everyone else was enough to make me wish there were no such things as birthdays, and that it was possible for me to reach inside my own head to scrub my brain of the image. They all finished with a flourish and everyone cheered, and Vince turned to me. “You did this, didn’t you?”

I shrugged. “Everyone helped.”

“Paul did it!” everyone shouted.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered.

“Kiss! Kiss him!” Nana screamed. “Kiss his face off!”

Everyone else picked it up and started chanting for him to kiss my face off. It was a little weird. I felt like a goat was about to be sacrificed to a pagan god. I grinned at him as I backed away a few feet.

Vince stalked toward me. “I’m going to kiss the fuck out of you,” he said as he reached for me, the crowd roaring up at us.

“Lucky me,” I managed to say before I had a mouthful of Vince.

Lucky me.





WE MANAGED to escape later on, me having only taken a couple of shots so that I’d be okay to drive toward the end of the night. Vince was a little bit tipsy, but he didn’t like to get full-on drunk, so I didn’t have to worry about him passing out on me.

Besides, I was already worried out of my fucking mind about giving him his present.

So I stole him later, slipping quietly out the back, his hand in mine as we headed for the car. “Where we going?” he asked.