Tell Me It's Real(87)
“After our third date, Paul said I could use them on him,” he told a rapt Helena and Charlie. “I have the whole conversation saved from when he texted me. Tonight is considered our third date. He’s going to make so much sex face, it’ll freeze that way.”
“This isn’t our third date!” I said with a scowl. And then, as an afterthought, “And I didn’t say you could use them on me.”
“Hospital, Santiago and the park, dinner with your parents, then gay bar,” he counted off. “And yes, you did say I could use them on you. You were practically drooling when I told you that.”
“The hospital wasn’t a date!”
He shrugged. “I got to first base with you. I consider that a date.”
“None of what is coming out of Vince’s mouth is true,” I growled. “Who are you going to believe? I mean, really?”
“I can’t believe you write in a diary,” Charlie guffawed.
“I can’t believe you have sex toys!” Helena grinned. “My baby is all growed up and he’s turned into a silicone slut!”
Vince walked over and stood in front of me. I glared at him as he kissed the tip of my nose. “I’m pretty funny,” he said.
“Not even in the slightest,” I pouted.
“You coming down with me?”
“Er. Argh.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Vince….”
“Paul….”
“I’m not really the meet-people type. I’m more the… Quasimodo in the bell tower kind of guy.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“It means he’s being a whiny little bitch,” Charlie said.
I sighed. “Thanks, Daddy. That’s exactly what I meant.”
“Then let me say it a different way,” Vince said. “Instead of asking you, I’m telling you. You are coming down to meet my friends.” He paused and then broke. “Right?”
He looked at me with such earnestness I couldn’t say no. I had a feeling that was going to be a common event. “Yeah, I’m going down. Just give me a few minutes, okay?”
You would have thought I’d gifted him another bicycle with the way he attacked my face. I almost forgot that we had an audience as he sucked on my tongue. I was finally able to break away before I jacked him off in front of an old man and a drag queen. There gets to be a certain point where once you get going, you just can’t stop, and he’d brought me close there twice in four hours. “You gonna let me stay the night at your house tonight?” he whispered in my ear, flicking his tongue out and grazing it just once.
I didn’t even allow myself time to think. “Yeah.”
“Good answer,” he said, giving me another dirty kiss before backing away.
Helena and Charlie stared at me.
“What?” I tried to ask defiantly, knowing I was beet red.
Charlie shrugged and spoke for the both of them. “Diaries, dildos, and making out with a hot guy who apparently is now your boyfriend? Who are you and what have you done with Paul?”
“I don’t have a diary,” I said weakly.
“Can friends borrow dildos?” Helena asked Charlie. “Or is that a sex toy no-no?”
“As long as it’s cleaned, I don’t see the problem.”
“I want the big black one,” she told me. “But clean it first.”
“So gross,” I shuddered.
“It’s showtime, girlie,” Charlie said. “Get your pretty ass in gear.”
“Walk me down the stairs?” she asked Vince, batting her fake eyelashes at him.
“Sure.” He glanced back at me. “I’ll give you five minutes. If you’re not down there, I’m coming to get you and making you go down.”
“I’m a grown-up,” I snapped at him. “I’ll come down when I damn well please.”
“Five minutes, Paul.” He grabbed Helena’s hand and led her toward the door.
“You sure know how to work him already,” I heard her say. “You got to grab him by the balls if you want to get him to do something.”
“Oh, I plan to,” was his reply.
The door closed behind them.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Charlie burst out laughing. “Boy, you surprise the royal hell out of me sometimes. I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“I don’t know if I do,” I said truthfully. “Vince kind of wore me down until I couldn’t say no anymore.”
“Yeah, I bet that was such a hardship on you, looking as he does. It’s a good thing you decided to hit him with your car.”