Find Me in July (Mesa Boys)

Chapter 20

twenty

T roy’s back slapped against the bedroom door. He fought to keep up with Jessie’s demanding mouth and roaming hands, his cock grinding on Jessie’s through their jeans. He broke the kiss, panting. “Wait, we have to get inside the bedroom.”

“I can’t fucking wait anymore.” Jessie fumbled with Troy’s zipper.

Troy clutched at the door handle, opened it, and stumbled inside, catching him as he crashed into his chest. “Lock the door.” He flapped his hand at the open door.

Jessie kicked the door shut. “Fuck the lock. Sam won’t come in.” He shoved him onto the bed and hovered over him, unfastening his jeans. “I want your cock in my mouth.” He dropped to his knees on the floor, yanking Troy’s jeans open, then grabbed his hard cock and sucked it down to the back of his throat, groaning over it.

“Oh, shit.” Sensation jolted up his shaft. He bit his lip and lay on the bed, his legs dangling over the side, fisting Jessie’s dark hair.

Jessie stayed on him, sucking down, and licking up, swirling the tip with his tongue, then whimpered and palmed his own solid cock through his jeans.

Lust knotted in Troy’s groin as he peeked at him, rubbing himself, squirming on the floor.

“Get up here.” Troy grasped his shoulders and urged him up.

Jessie released his cock with a wet pop, then ran his tongue in a circle around his mouth and wiped it with the back of his hand.

“You get really horny at gay bars, don’t you?” Troy snickered and slid his jeans off his legs.

“You don’t?” Jessie shimmied his shirt off and flung it on the floor, then unfastened his jeans.

“Yeah, I am. But you...” Troy lifted a corner of his mouth. He definitely liked it. He unbuttoned his shirt and wriggled out of it.

Jessie shoved his jeans down and stepped out of them, his firm shaft jutting up almost to his navel, pre-cum glistening at the tip. “All that making out and rubbing on each other was driving me crazy.” He pushed him to the bed, then lay over him, rocking his hips against Troy’s, their bare shafts stroking the other. “I almost came so many times.”

Troy placed a long kiss on his mouth, gliding his tongue against Jessie’s. “Really?”

“Yes.” Jessie pouted, then smirked. “You fucking turn me on like no one else.” He thrust over him. “Suck me off.”

“Gladly.” Troy rolled him onto his back, then worked his way down his body, nibbling and flicking at his nipples, then licking down to his groin. As he came to his cock, he lapped at his sac.

Jessie writhed on the bed, moaning. “Don’t tease.” He tangled his hands in Troy’s hair.

“You’re a demanding fucker tonight.” Troy smiled against the tip of Jessie’s cock, then engulfed it, sucking it into the back of his throat, licking the underside on the way up, over, and over.

Jessie gasped and arched his head, his face tensing. “Oh, fuck.” He thrust into him, his body trembling. “I’m coming.”

Hot cum spurted into Troy’s throat. He stayed on him, tipping his head, watching him, swallowing it all down, his own cock pulsing and dribbling pre-cum onto his thighs.

Jessie calmed, taking deep breaths, and placed his forearm over his eyes. “Holy shit. I came hard .”

“Yeah, well, my turn.” With tension coiling inside him, Troy crawled around the bed, placing his groin at Jessie’s head.

Jessie offered him a coy grin and lifted up, creeping between his legs. He wrapped his hand around Troy’s shaft and stroked. “You’re so turned on we probably wouldn’t need Vaseline.” He snickered.

Troy’s cock pulsed. “You ready for that?” He attempted to smile, but a shock of pleasure wound through him, and he groaned instead. “So, what are we doing? Blowjob or fucking?” His breath quickened.

Jessie claimed his cock with his mouth, sliding his lips over it, gliding his tongue against the underside, and twisting as he came up.

Sensation shuddered over Troy’s body, and he thrust into Jessie’s mouth, then slapped his hands to the back of his head. “Don’t you dare stop.” His body trembled with need, his hands fisting into Jessie’s hair. As raw sensation peaked and surged, he gasped and curled his toes into the comforter. Waves of pleasure swept over him, his cock pulsing with each one.

Jessie pumped his cock with his mouth, lapping every last drop of his cum. As it slowed, he lifted his head and wiped his lips. “Damn, you taste good.”

“Yeah? What do I taste like?” Troy pulled him up to lie beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, contentment warming his heart. How he loved this man.

“I don’t know, sort of sweet, sort of bitter. Sort of like sage.” Jessie nuzzled into his neck and circled a finger around his nipple.

“Sage, huh? Like Thanksgiving dinner?” Troy sniggered. What stupid things they talked about after sex sometimes.

Jessie freed a soft chuckle. “I don’t know. It’s just you.” He wrapped a leg over his hips.

Troy thought back on the evening. “I’m sort of glad you didn’t want to buy any weed tonight.”

“Yeah? Why?” Jessie shifted his head to gaze into his face.

“I don’t know. I guess it seemed like you were really smoking a lot when we were up at the cabins. It was worrying me.” Troy stole a peek at him.

Jessie nodded against his chest. “Yeah, I was worrying me, too.” He drew a quick inhale. “I was so anxious, especially when we started doing things together. You have no idea.”

“But you’re not now, right?” Troy chewed his lip. They didn’t have much to worry about now. Except for maybe prejudiced assholes.

“Yeah, it’s way better.” Jessie kissed his chest. “So, you’ll set me up with the job interview tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I heard from Donna, too. She and Jake will be around in a few days.” Troy caressed his arm.

“Nate is coming in a few days with the desk from my room and some other things. He’s borrowing a truck from a friend. Maybe we can have them all over for dinner or something?”

Troy looked at him. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

Troy sat on the green plaid couch in his apartment, eating a bowl of Frosted Flakes cereal from a white bowl, watching a Hogan’s Heroes rerun on the tube television sitting on a stand on the far wall.

Jessie came in through the front door, dressed up in a white button-down shirt and brown slacks. As he closed the door, he freed a long exhale.

Troy swallowed a mouthful of cereal. “So, how’d it go?” There was no way Jessie didn’t get the job.

“Good.” Jessie walked to him and sat on the couch. “Mike seems like a nice man.” He frowned.

“Yeah, he is.” Troy set his cereal bowl on the coffee table. Something wasn’t right. “What’s up?” He placed his hand on Jessie’s thigh. “You got the job, right?”

Jessie let a faint grin work over his lips. “Yeah, I got the job. Hard to believe it’s my first one. Mike didn’t believe it either.” He thinned his lips.

“So...” Troy lifted his brows. Out with it.

“So, I can’t believe my dad never let me work. I feel like such a moron. Why did I ever listen to that man?” Jessie hung his head, huffing.

Troy rubbed his hand over his thigh. “Don’t let it bother you. You don’t have to listen to him anymore.” He wound an arm around his shoulders and snuck a quick kiss on the side of his head.

Sam walked out from the hallway and stopped, hanging his mouth open, then pushed his glasses up his nose. “Oh, excuse me.” He dropped his head forward and strode into the kitchen.

Jessie attempted to wriggle out of Troy’s hold. In soft voice, he said, “Troy...”

“Stop, Jess.” Troy tightened the hold on his shoulders. He lifted his chin to Sam. “Hey, Sam.” It was time to come out to him and take the consequences. Jessie had a job. They could afford the rent on their own if they had to.

“Yeah.” Sam searched cupboard next to the refrigerator.

“You know what’s going on here, right?” Troy pulled Jessie close.

Jessie bit his lip, knitting his brows.

“Sure. You two are shacking up.” Sam kept his gaze on the cupboard for a moment, then glanced at him. “It’s not like I can’t hear you both going at it like fucking Energizer bunnies all night.” He smirked.

“Dude.” Troy erupted in a belly laugh, then poked at Jessie. “That’s his fault.”

Jessie widened his eyes. “It is not.” He snorted.

Sam closed the cupboard and walked into the room, chuckling. “It’s about time you said something. I wasn’t sure what to say.” He grinned at them. “I may be a nerd, but I do support the gay rights movement.” He snickered. “I mean, sodomy laws are just lame. Why should the government care if people are having oral sex?”

“Exactly.” Jessie straightened his spine. “And who they’re having it with.”

Sam nodded. “So, anyway, I don’t care. My rent is cheap, and Jessie’s a lot cleaner than you are.” He pointed at Troy.

“I’m clean.” Troy furrowed his brows, then glanced at his shoes by the door, a bag he’d left in the corner of the room, his breakfast dishes sitting on the coffee table. “Sort of.”

Jessie snickered. “I think the only reason we can find our bed is because I pick up our room every day.” He lifted his brows.

Troy sighed. “Yeah. Okay.” He had him on that one. The only time he picked up his clothes from the floor was on laundry day.

“Just so you know, you don’t have to hide in your bedroom anymore when I’m home, okay? But I also don’t want to see you making out on the couch. Know what I mean? Keep that in your room.” Sam shook his head, grinning, and stepped into the kitchen, grabbed a bag of potato chips, then walked to his bedroom.

Jessie looked at the gold watch on his wrist. “Hey, Nate is going to be here any minute with my desk and stuff. I’m going to go change.” He jumped from the couch and strolled off to the hallway.

Troy picked up his bowl from the coffee table and ate the last few bites of cereal.

A knock sounded on the door.

Troy set his bowl down, then went to the door, and opened it.

Mrs. Smith stood in the doorway in a flowered dress, holding a floppy hat in her hands. “Hello, Troy. Is Jessie home?”

Troy’s heart lurched and his breath caught. He blinked. “Uh...” Should he tell her, or lie?

Jessie stepped out from the hallway, tugging a gray t-shirt over his jean shorts. He halted, staring. “M-Mom?”

“Son?” She stepped into the room, her eyes glistening.

Troy lifted his brows. She’d better not be here to take him away. Pain tightened his chest. “Mrs. Smith, why don’t you have a seat.” He gestured at the couch. No way was Jessie going home with her.

Nate stepped through the open doorway, holding a box, panting. “Jessie. Don’t hate me.” He set the box down. “She wants to talk to you. I think you need to listen to her.”

Jessie glanced at Troy, clenching his jaw, his eyes glassy.

Troy walked to him and took his hands, his heart thumping. “Hey, let’s listen. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Right?”

Jessie took a hard swallow. “Right.” He freed Troy’s hands and took a seat beside his mother. “Okay, I’m listening.”

Troy came up behind him, resting his hand on Jessie’s shoulder.

Nate shut the door and stood next to his mother. “Go ahead, Mom.”

She pressed her lips together, drew a deep inhale, then focused on Jessie. “Son, your father does not know I’m here.”

“Okay.” Jessie narrowed his eyes.

“I miss you.” She glanced at Troy, then focused on Jessie, taking his hands. “Won’t you please reconsider this situation and go back to normal?”

Jessie pursed his lips. “Mom, this is normal. I’m gay. I’ve never been straight, ever.”

She sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “Oh, but you went out with some girls in high school, I remember it. Surely you can do that again.” She gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“No, I can’t do that again. I’m not attracted to women. I’m attracted to men. I love Troy.” Jessie glanced at him.

Her gaze rose to Troy. “Troy, help me. Surely you understand that you two shouldn’t be like this. It’s not natural. If you would only leave my son alone, maybe he could be normal again.”

Troy dropped his mouth open. Was he hearing her right? This is my fault?

Jessie shook her hands. “Mom, Troy didn’t do this. You need to stop. He’s not the first man I’ve been with. I had a boyfriend in New York last year. I... I was a member of the gay and lesbian student organization at school. I go to gay bars. I’ve been to bathhouses. I?—”

“Enough, Jessie.” Nate bowed down and put his hand on Jessie’s shoulder, bringing his face close. “Mom needed to know for sure, that’s all.” He straightened and stepped back. “She doesn’t need the details.”

Jessie pursed his lips, studying his mother.

Mrs. Smith hung her head, exhaling a long breath. In a soft voice, she said. “I still love you. You’re still my son. I don’t know what to else to say. Your father won’t let me see you.”

Jessie shifted close to his mother and embraced her, rubbing her back. “Then you can see me when he’s not around. I am still your son and I love you.” He sniffled. As they parted, he wiped his eyes.

She scanned the apartment. “So, you’re eating all right?”

“Yeah, I’m eating fine. Troy is taking good care of me. Even found me a job.” Jessie smiled at him.

Troy’s heart warmed. He’d continue to take good care of him, no matter what they faced.

She focused on Jessie, lowering her brows. “You’re going to school here in the fall?”

“Yeah. I’ll transfer here.”

She nodded. “I’ll give you money for tuition. Let me know how much you need, okay?” The corners of her mouth twitched.

“Mom...” Jessie cocked his head, a faint smile creeping over his face.

“What? Your father will never know. I do the home finances. Your father is too busy running his business to be bothered.” She huffed.

“Thanks, Mom.” Jessie smiled at her.

“Anyway.” She stood from the couch. “I should be going.” She rested a hand on Nate’s arm. “Hurry with Jessie’s things, will you? I need to be back before your father comes home.”

Nate smirked. “Yes, Mom.” He walked toward the doorway.

Jessie gave his mother a quick hug. “Love you.” He went after Nate.

Troy followed Jessie. “I can help.” He stepped onto the cement walkway outside of the three-story brick apartment building and raked his hand through his hair, catching up to Jessie and Nate. “Holy shit, man.”

Jessie flashed a smile at Troy. “It’s not perfect, but I’ll take it for now.”

Nate led them to a parking lot surrounded by tall trees. A white Ford pick-up truck sat parked against the walkway. He stopped at the back. “Jessie, you’re not pissed off at me for bringing Mom here, are you?”

“No, I’m not. It was probably good that we talked. I didn’t get a chance to say anything to her before we left Breezy Point.” Jessie thinned his lips, then slapped Nate’s shoulder. “It’s okay, man.”

Nate released a long breath. “Good. I was worried the whole way over here.”

“Let’s get this stuff up to the apartment.” Jessie smiled.

A day later, Troy, wearing the Target uniform of a red shirt and khaki pants, led Jessie to the back room of the Target store. “So, this is where we keep a lot of the inventory to stock the shelves with.” He perused a set of metal shelves with stacked boxes. “We’ll start with the hair products.”

Jessie, dressed in the same uniform, set a finger to his lips and looked him over, lifting a brow. “No one else is back here.”

Troy peeked up at a security camera in the corner. “There are cameras.” He pointed at it.

Jessie dropped his mouth open, knitting his brows. “Even back here?”

“Yeah, they have to be sure we’re not stealing merchandise.” Troy chuckled. Did Jessie ever not think about sex? He stepped close to him. “Just hold that thought until we get home.” He waggled his brow.

Jessie pouted. “Fine.” A wicked grin spread over his lips. He dug his fingers into Troy’s sides, tickling him.

Troy laughed and jerked away. “Stop it. We’re supposed to be working here.” He pointed at him. “You need to focus.”

“I am, just not on work.” Jessie smirked, then bit his lip.

Troy placed a hand on his hip, shifting his weight. “I’m supposed to be training you here. If you don’t learn this shit, it’ll make me look bad.” It was pretty apparent this was his first day on his first job ever.

“Oh, all right.” Jessie slumped his shoulders. “What do you want me to do?”

“Grab that cart over there, and I’ll hand you these boxes.” Troy picked a box up from the shelf. Working with him was going to take some getting used to, apparently.

Jessie grabbed a red utility cart and rolled it to him. “Here.”

Troy handed him boxes and Jessie stacked them on the cart. When the cart was full, Troy wiped his hands together. “So, let’s bring these out into the store.” He glanced at a silver watch on his wrist. “We need to hurry. We’re on bathroom duty in a half hour.”

“Gross.” Jessie wrinkled his nose. “Why don’t they have janitors for that?”

“ We are the janitors. And the stockers and the cashiers and well, everything.” Troy shook his head. “Push the cart out.” Jessie was a little entitled. He’d never seen this side of him.

Jessie pushed the cart through a set of black doors into a wide aisle of the store, then past electronics and housewares, up to an aisle of hair products.

Troy followed him, watching the sway of his hips in the khaki pants, the way his tight ass filled them out. A rush of desire swept over him. He licked his lips, then rubbed his neck. Maybe he was the one who couldn’t stop thinking about sex. He let a sly grin work over his lips.

Jessie stopped the cart in the shampoo aisle, the bottles of various shapes and colors all lit up by fluorescent lights. “What are you thinking about?” He rested his forearm on the handle of the cart.

“Nothing.” Troy grinned, lifting his chin. If he told him, they’d never get any work done.

“Come on, Troy.” Jessie groaned, then came close, whispering, “What are we going to do when we get home?”

Troy scanned the area around them. An idea popped into his head. He’d seen a can of whipped cream in the refrigerator before they left. Perfect. “Whipped cream.” It was pretty good with the chick he’d tried it on, but with Jessie... He adjusted his pants, taking a heavy breath.

“What?” Jessie glanced at Troy’s groin. “You dirty little fucker.”

“Got that right.” Troy lifted a brow. “We have some in the refrigerator. Sam must have bought it.” He pulled a utility knife out of his pocket, set the blade, then opened the top box.

Jessie snickered. “If Sam only knew what we were going to do with his whipped cream.”

“We have to make sure we don’t use it all.” Troy grabbed some bottles from the box and set them on the shelf, lining them up.

“I don’t know, I have a pretty big dick.” Jessie chuckled and moved bottles around on the shelf.

Troy rolled his eyes. “Dude, you are so full of yourself sometimes.” With a smirk, he shook his head.

“What, I don’t?” Jessie stopped his motions and focused on him, lifting his brows.

“I didn’t say that.” Troy grabbed more bottles out of the box. He focused on him. “You have a very nice dick.” Fucker.

“And big. Say it.” Jessie let a faint grin curl his lips. “Say it.”

Troy giggled. This was silly. “Yes, you have a big dick. Okay? Happy now?” He laughed.

“Yes.” Jessie laughed with him.

A dark-haired man rounded the corner of the aisle, his Target uniform on the snug side. “You two having fun?”

“Mike.” Troy widened his eyes. Had his manager heard any of that?

“Hi, Mike. Troy here was showing me how to stock the shelves properly.” Jessie smiled at him.

“Good.” Mike peeked inside the open box, then scanned over the shelves. “Well, glad to have you on board, Jessie. I’ll leave you both to it.”

“Thanks.” Jessie grabbed bottles out of the box.

With a smug grin, Mike walked off and turned the corner.

Troy freed a long sigh, then pointed at Jessie. “You need to focus.”

“Me? I’m not getting a boner at work thinking about putting whipped cream on my boyfriend’s enormous dick.” Jessie chuckled and set the bottles on the shelf.

“Oh my God. Shut up.” Troy freed a choked laugh. “You are such a fucker sometimes.”