23. Mateo
CHAPTER 23
MATEO
“Any plans today, ma?”
She ignored me. “Aren’t you cold?”
I was sitting at our breakfast bar in some running shorts and a tank top, shoveling scrambled eggs into my mouth. “I’m good.”
She pursed her lips, then answered, “I’m running to the mall to find a few more things for Christmas, then Market Basket. I need to bake a pie for the party tonight.”
“Mind if I join you?” I still needed to find a Christmas present for Zach. Knowing him, he probably bought something for me three months ago that was super thoughtful and exactly what I needed without knowing it.
If he was ever going to take my interest in him seriously, I’d have to find him the perfect gift.
My screen lit up, grabbing my attention. It was a text from Zach.
Zach: Morning, stud.
I smiled, remembering last night’s amazing orgasm. The three fingers up my ass helped, but it was Zach’s teasing and dirty talk that pushed me over the edge. Well that, and imagining him plowing me, holding my ankles, staring into his eyes as he filled me with his–
“You not coming with me anymore?”
“Wh-what?”
“I’m assuming that was Zach,” my mom said, gesturing to my phone. “You doing something with him or are you still coming to the mall?”
“I still need to go to the mall.”
She leaned against the counter with her arms crossed. “Still need to buy a present for your dad?”
Shit.
I was a terrible son. I hadn’t bought either of them anything.
“Yeah.”
Teo: Morning.
I couldn’t have Zach come to the mall with us. How would I get him something if he was with me? Or maybe it would be easier because I could see what he was interested in?
“Damn it,” I muttered.
“What is it, cari?o ?”
I took a deep breath. “I need to find something for Zach too, but I’m not sure what to get him.”
“He’s your best friend.” She walked over to me and patted my forearm. “You’ll think of something.”
I wanted to say that it had to be special – his gift couldn’t just be anything – but now didn’t seem like the right moment to tell her.
Zach: I’ve got something to tell you.
My fingers couldn’t move fast enough. Was he having second thoughts?
Teo: That sounds incredibly ominous.
Shit. Maybe I shouldn’t have sent that?
Teo: Do I need to come over?
My phone started ringing. It was Zach.
I hopped off the chair, calling out, “I’ll be down in a few minutes, Mom,” then headed up to my room.
“Hey, what’s up? Everything okay?”
“Kind of big news and I didn’t want to wait to tell you.”
Despite taking the stairs two at a time, I was holding my breath as I closed my bedroom door. I had no idea what he was going to say.
“My parents could tell something was different with me, and last night my mom just flat out asked me if we were finally together.”
“Seriously?!” I could hear the surprise in my voice, so I tried to tone it down. “What did you say?” My bed was still unmade, so I slipped under the covers and got comfy.
“Well, I hope you’re not upset, but I didn’t want to lie to them. I…I told them about us.”
“You dad was there too?”
“Yeah, we were all in the living room. Apparently, they weren’t shocked.”
Zach sounded completely chill and I was more than happy for him, but I needed to ask.
“Did you–”
“They won’t–”
I told him to go ahead since I wanted to hear what else he had to say.
“They won’t say anything to your parents if that’s what you were going to ask.”
That’s what I was going to ask, but it would almost be easier if they did. Then I wouldn’t have to decide when to tell them. Then I wouldn’t have to possibly disappoint Zach by waiting to tell them.
“Are you happy?” I asked.
“Of course you’re more concerned with me. But yeah, I was probably going to tell them anyway. It feels a little weird that they knew for so long and didn’t say anything.”
If they figured it out, then I should’ve known. Looking back, there were clues.
“It’s weird that they guessed we’re together, isn’t it?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” My thoughts returned to the present. “You seem pretty obsessed with me.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“The truth hurts sometimes, cupcake.”
Zach scoffed. “It’s not my mouth filled with dick almost every night.”
It was a low blow, but it was true. And it was a pretty perfect dick.
“It’s not like I had a dick surplus before. Maybe I’m just making up for lost time.” And now that he mentioned it. “You want to have a sleepover tonight?”
“Did you miss me that much?”
I tried to sound nonchalant. “Meh. I just missed your dick.”
“Damn right you did.” Zach’s laughter made me smile, and just knowing his parents knew and were so chill about it made me relax. “It missed you too,” he added, “and sure, we can have a sleepover.”
“Mind if I come over later then?”
“My bed’s all yours.”
Fuck, it was cold. I shoved my hands in my pockets as soon as I knocked on the door – something I’d done hundreds of times – but this time felt different. My stomach was in knots.
Bridget and Rocco knew …about us, about me.
Would they say anything about it?
Based on what Zach told me, even if they did, I knew they were already accepting. It shouldn't be any different than any other time. The guys at the frat knew and so did my teammates. As far as I knew, there hadn’t been any problems other than our brothers talking shit about Zach.
I still remembered the shock on their faces when I said I was the bottom.
The door opened and my smile was immediate.
“Hey.”
It was Zach.
He grabbed my jacket and pulled me inside. Before I could say anything, he shoved me against the door and pressed his body against mine. I let his tongue push my lips apart and felt my whole body relax.
Well, not all of me.
Just as I was losing myself in the moment, starting to grind against his body, he stopped.
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” I glanced down. “I enjoyed it.”
Zach stepped back. “Where’s your bag?”
“Didn’t bring one. I can just borrow your clothes if I need to. That okay?”
He hesitated before answering. “Why haven’t I dressed you in my clothes before now?”
“Beats me.” I took my coat off and hung it up on the wall hooks. “Would you like that?”
“Hmmm.” He grabbed me from behind, wrapping his arms around my torso. “Your muscular legs in my tight sleep pants. I think that’ll work.”
“Are you two joining us or are you going to stay in the hall the whole evening?! ”
I could almost feel Zach rolling his eyes at his mother’s question as he let go of me.
“Hi Bridget!” I called out as I snuck past Zach.
Zach’s parents were in their living room. It looked like Rocco was doing a crossword, but Bridget was waiting with a big smile as I entered and I couldn’t help but return it.
“I know you know.” I figured I’d get it out of the way. It was obvious she was happy for us.
“Eep!” she practically chirped before launching herself off the couch and giving me a hug. “I’m so happy for both of you.”
“Mom! Ease it up a bit, this is like the most embarrassing moment ever.”
“I don’t know if that’s possible,” I said, looking over at my lifelong best friend. “I was there when you said orgasm instead of organism in seventh grade biology.”
Zach had no reply as he sat down but I could tell he wasn’t that upset. He certainly shouldn’t be. His parents were totally cool with us!
I gave his mom an extra squeeze before she pulled away and resumed her seat on the couch opposite her son. “I can’t help how I feel, Zachary. You’ve always been inseparable.” She gestured to the coffee table filled with food. “I made some snacks.”
I must’ve stood there for too long, either mesmerized by the banquet in front of me or unsure how to act in front of his parents.
“Feel free to cuddle,” Bridget added. “We won’t mind.”
I wasn’t sure if it would make Zach uncomfortable or not, but after the behind-the-back hug in the hall, I was craving his touch again so I didn’t leave any space between us when I sat down. My sweatpants were thin enough that the warmth radiating from his thigh was noticeable. Luckily, I was wearing a hoodie and the extra fabric covered my crotch. Touching Zach increased the tenting potential of my pants exponentially.
I wanted to shove my hand in his lap and hold his, but based on the tenseness of his body, I thought that might be too much. Instead, I draped my arm over his shoulders and pulled him against me.
A quick glance told me his mom’s attention had diverted back to the television, so I leaned in to whisper, “You can relax now, Zach.”
“I don’t know how you’re so chill.”
“They’re not my parents, I guess. You said they were cool about it, didn’t you?”
He didn’t reply, but I did feel him lean into me.
When whatever program Bridget was watching ended, she tossed the remote to us and told us to pick something. Zach hovered on a new dating show on Netflix that he mentioned to me a few days ago – it had just premiered and had gay, bi and straight contestants – but he ended up picking The Office instead. Our go-to show.
It got later and later and I was about to ask if Zach wanted to head up, but Rocco stood, stretched and said, “Good night, boys. I’m gonna hit the hay.” And when his wife didn’t react, he added, “You coming, honey?”
“Oh, I guess so.” She pushed herself off the couch. “I’m sure I’ve embarrassed my son enough, though I could always do this.”
She came over to where we were sitting, grabbed Zach’s cheeks and gave him a peck. “Good night, handsome. Don’t stay up too late. It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow.”
“Night, Mom.”
“Good night, Teo.” She reached out as if she wanted to touch my shoulder, but stopped short and smiled instead. “Take good care of my baby’s heart.”
“ Mom! ”
Before she could say anything, I said, “Always, Bridget,” and winked.
Once his parents disappeared up the stairs, I grabbed the remote and turned the television off. “Wanna make out?” I pulled my feet up so I was kneeling on the couch, looking down at him.
“Here?!”
“I doubt they’re coming back down.” I grabbed his chin and tilted it up; the perfect angle for a kiss.
“I’d rather go to my room if we’re doing…that stuff.” He swallowed, sustaining our eye contact, then shifted his weight.
I took a chance and pressed my hand against his crotch. “You’re hard.”
“It’s a pretty natural reaction especially when you’ve practically been edging me the whole evening with your little touches all over my body.”
“Let’s go then.” I stood up and grabbed his hand. “We mustn’t wait a minute longer. Your sock awaits.”
We didn’t need the sock.
Apparently, I had been edging Zach while we snuggled on the couch. His dick was in my mouth for less than three minutes and he was painting my throat with his load.
“Fuck.” Zach ran his fingers through my hair. “That was embarrassing. I don’t usually cum that fast.”
That was kind of a lie, but I let it slide. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“Let me suck you off.” Zach pushed me onto my back.
“You know,” I said, “you don’t have to blow me just because I did.”
“I know. I just want to make you feel good.” He paused, on his knees. “Is there something else you’d rather I do?”
I knew he wasn't going to give me what I really wanted, so I suggested, “Jack me off.”
“Okay.” He leaned forward, reaching for my cock.
“But take your time. Work me over until I’m begging for you to take me over the edge.”