20
L awrence opened his front door to see Remy standing on the other side. He looked as good as he always did, and Lawrence had to remind himself that they were spending the day with his parents. The last thing he needed was to be distracted by how fine his boyfriend was or end up having to adjust himself constantly.
“Hey, baby,” Remy greeted. “Are you ready?”
“I am, but can I talk to you first? It’ll only take a few minutes,” he responded, stepping aside to let him enter. He was sure Remy’s parents were waiting in the car for them.
“Is something wrong?” Remy asked.
“I was on the phone with Alijah a few hours ago. We got on the subject of vacation, and when I told her I would send her my money at the end of the month, she said you’d already paid for it.”
“I did. After a meeting, Kieran, Alijah, and I were talking about it in passing, and I had her send the link to me.”
“We talked about this, Remy,” Lawrence stated.
“We did, and I thought you understood that I in no way was going to let you pay,” Remy started, cupping Lawrence’s chin. “There will never be a time when we’re together that I let you pay for anything significant, whether it’s something you need or want. That’s not how I operate. When you’re mine, me doing that comes along with the territory because I like to.”
“I get that, but—”
“Are you mine?” Remy cut him off, and that shouldn’t have caused the slightest twitch of Lawrence’s dick, but it did.
“Yes, Remy,” he responded .
“Then we don’t need to have this conversation ever again.” Remy kissed him briefly before pulling away. “Now, let’s go.”
They left his apartment, Lawrence locked the door, and they got on the elevator. When they reached Remy’s car, he found Rita and Charles in the back seat.
“Rita, I can sit back there. Why don’t you get into the front,” Lawrence tried.
“Nonsense,” Rita replied. “Get in. We have a full day ahead of us.”
Not being one to argue with his elders, he got into the car, and Remy pulled out of the parking lot. Lawrence knew they would be doing a few different things but wasn’t sure which order they would take place. What he did know was that they’d be getting lunch first.
They pulled into the parking lot of Lucile’s Creole Café. Lawrence loved the restaurant. They had some of the best blackened salmon he’d ever had. Once they were seated inside, Rita kicked up the conversation.
“You told us you moved a few times growing up. Do your parents live in town, Lawrence?”
“They don’t. My dad is back in Nevada, and my mom is in California.”
“That’s too bad. I would have loved to meet them. Maybe we can plan to do so next time.”
Lawrence nodded. “I’m sure my mom would be thrilled about that. You two have similar personalities, and you’re missing each other by a few weeks. She’ll be in town the week after we return from vacation.”
He was sure they would quickly get tired of his dad, and he wouldn’t blame them. Hell, he got tired of him fast most of the time. Rita and Charles were very open and accepting of Remy and his sexuality, and he could see Rita giving his dad a piece of her mind for the insinuating comments he liked to make. If he were being honest, it’d probably be entertaining to watch.
“Maybe we can all get together around your Thanksgiving or Christmas since Remy came to us last Christmas,” Rita suggested.
“I’m sure we could make either of those work,” Lawrence responded .
They continued talking throughout lunch, and Lawrence laughed as Rita told him some stories from Remy’s childhood. His boyfriend didn’t seem embarrassed by them, just playfully annoyed, and Lawrence thought the stories were cute.
T heir next stop after lunch was Denver Pavilions. There was a confection store that Rita liked, and she figured while they were there, they could do some shopping before picking up her sweets last. The first hour was spent with them following Rita to two stores while she looked around.
When they entered the third store, Lawrence figured he’d get a few pairs of slacks to wear to work. His wardrobe consisted mainly of black with a few grays, and he thought it would be nice to get some tan, cream, or blue ones to spice up the selection.
He held six pairs as he looked through the large array, making a conscious effort to avoid black when Remy walked up to him.
“Are you going to try those on?”
“Mm…does the thought of me in slacks do it for you?” he teased, and Remy chuckled.
“The thought of you in anything, and nothing, does it for me,” he informed him. “But I was asking so I could ask them for a room if you were.”
Lawrence shook his head. “No, I’ve gotten several pairs from here before, so I know what to expect with the fit. I’m going to find a few more and then narrow down my decision. You want to help me look?”
“Sure, baby.”
Lawrence told Remy the size he was looking for and that he was trying to avoid black. Remy helped him look through the different options, even choosing a dark green that Lawrence wouldn’t have chosen for himself. They looked good, and he was sure he had something he could wear with them. When they finished looking, they held thirteen pairs between them.
“Why don’t you get them all, baby?” Remy asked, rubbing his beard, and Lawrence was sure that he saw his struggle.
“I don’t need thirteen pairs of slacks. ”
Remy shrugged. “Maybe not, but you’ll have them if you do, and you won’t have to do laundry as often,” he finished with a playful smile, and Lawrence gave him a flat look.
Tired of his struggle, Remy took the slacks Lawrence held and went to the front counter.
“Hello, did you find everything okay?” the associate asked.
“We did, thank you,” Remy responded.
“Remy, wait,” Lawrence started as the associate began to scan the clothing. “I don’t need—”
Remy leaned down and questioned softly against his ear, “Are you mine?”
“Yes, but—”
“Then why are we having this conversation again?” Remy cut him off, and Lawrence momentarily glared at him before his boyfriend softly kissed him.
“Remember you said that when the day is over if I find things I want or need,” Lawrence stated.
“I’m not stopping you. Have a field day, baby.” Remy smirked at him and turned his attention to his parents as they approached. They had a few items in their hands, and Remy took them, sitting them on the counter.
The total was given, and Lawrence shook his head because he did not need all those slacks but didn’t say anything. If his sexy, wealthy man wanted to buy him things with reasonable prices now and then, he wouldn’t complain. At least not to him because he felt Remy would only accept so much complaining before he broke Lawrence’s back like a glow stick and had him unable to walk correctly for a few days. While he wasn’t necessarily opposed to that, he didn’t need it happening every time. No, he would be grateful and keep his little complaints to himself.
R emy and his father followed his mother and Lawrence into a shoe store, and it was the first store they’d entered that Remy was interested in. He was nothing if not a sneakerhead and always liked seeing what different stores had to add to his collection. He was glad he’d put the bags from the last few stores they’d shopped at in the car before they entered the shoe store.
He migrated to the sneakers while the other three went off in different directions. Two pairs caught his eye, and he picked up the display from the wall. It was nice; it looked similar to a pair he had, but the souls differed. The other was sky blue, and he didn’t have too many in that color.
A sales associate approached him, and Remy asked them to bring those shoes in two sizes. He continued looking as he waited, but he had the other ones that caught his attention.
“I should have known you’d end up over here,” Lawrence stated, walking up. “Especially since you have every pair of sneakers you own displayed.”
“Not every pair,” Remy responded as he watched Lawrence pick up the sky blue shoe he’d looked at also.
“These are nice.”
The sales associate returned with four boxes and asked if they wanted to try them on. She sat the boxes down and opened the top two. Remy took the smaller of the two and gestured for Lawrence to sit down.
“Try this on for me, baby.” He half expected a protest but hadn’t gotten one since the first purchase. He’d made a couple more for him since then with no fuss.
They tried both pairs of shoes on, and Remy asked her to hold them at the register while they continued to look. Since nothing else interested him, and Lawrence seemed satisfied with the shoes he’d picked out, they went to find his parents. His mother was looking at some boots, and his father was nearby looking at loafers. Remy shook his head. He would be willing to bet his father had as many pairs of loafers as he did sneakers.
Once they left the shoe store, bags in hand, they finally went to the confection shop that had sparked the visit to the shopping center in the first place. His mother wasted no time going to her favorite brownies and cookies and asking for half a dozen of each. Remy followed Lawrence over to some candy apples they had on display .
“Have you tried their salted caramel apple?” Lawrence asked, and Remy shook his head. “We can get one of those and one of their marshmallow-covered ones.”
They got the apples and four cupcakes and waited for his mom and dad at the front counter. When he was given the total, Remy was not at all surprised that he was spending a couple of hundred dollars on sweets with all the cookies and brownies his mother got, and the, he was sure, three pounds of peanut brittle and chocolate covered peanuts his father chose.
When they were back in the car, they headed to painting with a twist, first making a pitstop at his condo to drop everything off so none of the chocolate items would melt.
“W ould you stop? Your parents are in the other room,” Lawrence stated as Remy pulled him back into his chest after his shower.
“They’re probably passed out by now. It was an active day,” Remy countered.
“You don’t know that for sure,” his boyfriend pointed out. “Besides, even if they are, we aren’t fooling around with them in the same house.”
Remy kissed his neck. “Just give me half an hour.”
“You are a mess. Put some clothes on.”
Remy released him, went to his dresser, and pulled out a pair of boxers. He tossed his towel over the hamper and slid them on. It was as much clothing as Lawrence would get from him for the night. He moisturized before slipping into bed beside Lawrence.
“I had fun with you and your parents today. Thank you for all the items you bought for me.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” Remy responded; he placed his hand on Lawrence’s thigh. “But if you feel so inclined to,” he finished with a playful smirk.
“If I suck your dick, will you go to bed?” Lawrence asked with a raised brow, and Remy chuckled.
“You can’t blame me for wanting to be inside of you. It’s been a week.”
“Yes, I can blame you, and I am.”
“Baby— ”
“Yes or no?” Lawrence cut him off.
“I’m not going to turn down your pretty mouth on my dick,” Remy responded, and Lawerence moved between his legs.
He freed Remy from his boxers and stroked him a couple of times before taking him into his mouth, stopping only when his lips touched Remy’s hips. Lawrence was the first man he’d dated who didn’t have a gag reflex, and he’d become so spoiled by it that if they ever broke up, Remy would never enjoy head as much.
He bit his lip, watching his dick disappear into Lawrence’s mouth with each bob, and Remy let out soft moans because his boyfriend had been right. He couldn’t know for sure whether his parents were sleeping.
Several minutes later, he was on the verge of cumming, Lawrence’s mouth always able to push him over the edge quickly when he wanted it to, when there was a knock on his bedroom door.
“Remy,” his mother whispered through the door.
Lawrence tried to come off his dick, but Remy placed his hand on the back of his head and pushed him back down.
“Yeah, Ma?”
“Is Lawrence sleeping? One of his bags ended up with mine.”
Remy looked down at Lawrence as he fucked into his mouth. “Yeah, he is. You can leave it by the door. I’ll get it.” Remy stifled a moan as he felt his balls tighten.
“Okay, goodnight, son.”
“Goodnight, Mama.”
Four more thrusts had Remy leaving just the head of his dick in the other man’s mouth as he came.
“Fuck,” he breathed softly as Lawrence looked up at him. “Swallow,” he commanded and watched his boyfriend’s throat bob.
When Lawrence pulled off his dick, he swatted Remy on the chest. “I told you they could still be awake.”
“You did, but then you volunteered to suck my dick,” Remy responded with a shrug, and Lawrence glared at him.
“You can clean yourself up,” he stated, turning his back to Remy. “And get my bag. ”
Remy chuckled as he got out of bed. He cleaned himself up and fixed his boxers before opening the door and grabbing the shopping bag. He placed it with the others and slid into bed behind Lawrence. He wrapped an arm around him, his hand dipping into the other man’s boxers.
“Remy,” he warned.
“I’m not going to leave you hard, baby. Just relax and enjoy,” he instructed as he began stroking him.