Chapter 10 – Jasper
Two weeks ago this seemed like a great idea. I blame the high I had been on after an epic blow job and one of the easiest Dom/sub conversations that I had ever had. Now it seems like the worst idea, plus Otis is driving us, so there is no escaping if this goes pear shape.
“Remind me why I agreed to come and meet your mum?” I ask, looking over to Otis.
“Because I asked you and I need to prove to you that I’m going to tell the important people in my life that we’re together,” Otis replies.
“But still. Maybe we should have waited.”
“You don’t want to meet her?” Otis asks as he quickly looks over to me before looking back at the road ahead.
“Yes. But we’ve been together three weeks,” I venture back.
“And what an amazing three weeks they have been,” Otis replies, and when I look over to him I can see the smile on his face.
That was one statement I couldn’t argue with.
Since that first night, Otis had been over to my place a few times, and each time he stayed over.
I had loved waking up with him wrapped around me.
I had also enjoyed the blowjobs he had given me.
With each one he was getting better and better, without me needing to give him instructions.
He was already reading my body and how it reacted so well.
“Oh, these next few days are going to be tough. I enjoy how you wake me up.”
“Why would that stop?” Otis asks.
“Because we’re at your mum’s house. Nothing can happen. Will I even be allowed to stay in your room?”
“If you think we’re not sharing a bed, then you are very much mistaken,” Otis states.
“Well I’ve googled some hotels local to your mum’s, if need be,” I tell him.
“Jasper, shut the fuck up. My mum is going to love you. You’re my boyfriend and you are staying with me in my room.”
I’m his what? This is the first time that I have heard him call me that. I had been avoiding giving us a label. I wasn’t even sure what to label us, but it looks like Otis had been thinking about it. God, I wish I could call Marcus and discuss this with him.
“Jasper,” Otis calls to me and when I look over to him, I watch as he glances over to me again. “Oh God. One sec.”
I watch as Otis pushes a button on the steering wheel. ”Call Marcus,” and I hear a woman’s voice filling the car telling me that she’s calling Marcus. What the hell?
“Otis, my man. How’s it going?” Marcus’s voice fills the car.
“I just called Jasper my boyfriend and I think he freaked out. Want to fix him please?” Otis says.
“I didn’t freak out,” I say.
“Really? I called your name three or four times and got nothing,” Otis replies.
“Otis, you took Jasper on. He’s your problem now,” Marcus laughs down the line, but I notice that he doesn’t hang up.
“Marcus, don’t be a shit,” Otis says, but I can hear the laughter in his voice too.
“I’m sitting here,” I argue.
“Then talk to your best friend?” Otis demands.
“Jasper,” Marcus starts, “Grow up. Otis is a good guy. He knows what will happen if he hurts you.”
“Hey,” I reply, and then realise what he has said. “What do you mean he knows what will happen?”
“Marcus told me,” Otis starts, “that if I hurt you in any way then he’s going to tie me to a bed and flog me.”
“I think Marcus is banking on you hurting me,” I tell Otis.
“Hey,” Marcus’s voice shouts.
“You haven’t disagreed with my statement,” I say to Marcus.
“When did this conversation turn to me?” Marcus replies. “This is about you. Just roll with it, Jasper. It’s just a word. Now let’s practice, repeat after me, this is my boyfriend Otis.”
“Marcus you’re a twat,” I tell him.
“I’m a twat you love. Now have a good few days. I would say behave yourself, but that’s no fun.”
“I’m staying at his mum’s house,” I argue, “Of course I’m going to behave.”
“So boring,” Marcus says. “Otis?”
“Yeah Marcus?” Otis replies.
“Please change his mind. Jasper needs to get laid, and soon.”
“Believe me Marcus, I have been trying,” Otis tells him.
“Why the fuck did we tell Marcus about us?” And I’m not sure who I’m asking at this point in time.
“Jasper. I think that was you. When you ran away like a little scared puppy after an epic first kiss,” Otis says, glancing in my direction and giving me a smile.
The sound of Marcus laughing fills the car and I look over to a control panel in the middle of the dashboard, hoping that I can see a red button so that I can hang up the call. I have a feeling these two being friends is going to be a pain.
“Thanks, Marcus. Have a good weekend at the club,” Otis says, and I watch as he presses a button on the steering wheel again to disconnect the call.
“How did you know that Marcus was going to the club this weekend?” And I try to ignore the small pang of jealousy that flashes through me.
“I bumped into him yesterday. So we had lunch,” Otis adds.
“Oh,” I reply.
“Jasper. Come on. Marcus is a friend. I do not fancy him in any way,” Otis says, and I hate that he can read me so well.
“Why did you call Marcus?” I ask a few minutes later, when the silence becomes too much for me.
“Because I know that you would’ve called him if we had been home,” Otis replies. “Look, I’m sorry if I freaked you out. I didn’t mean to. That’s something I should’ve warned you about. I’m an all-in kind of guy.”
“All in?”
“Yeah. All for labels. Most people would say it’s too quick.
But I’ve stayed over at your house a few times now.
And I have forgotten how many times I’ve had your dick in my mouth, and I still haven’t felt weird.
So yeah, to me you’re my boyfriend. If you don’t want to label me that yet, then I understand. ”
“I have no idea what to label us,” I tell him honestly
“And that’s okay. But I will introduce you to my mum as my boyfriend, so please be ready for that.”
“Okay.” Because from the sounds of it, there is nothing that I can say that is going to change Otis’s mind.
So instead, I sit there looking out of the window at the dark world whizzing past. Boyfriend.
It’s such a simple word. Not one that I have used many times.
Each time I’ve used it, those relationships never ended well.
Will that be the case if I start calling Otis that?
“We should be there in about thirty minutes,” Otis says.
“Okay.”
“Sorry,” Otis mumbles.
“For what?” Wondering why the hell he’s apologising.
“For making this awkward. It wasn’t my intention.”
“Otis, it’s not that.” And I debate for a second if I should tell him why I’m freaking out. Then I remember that communication is the key if I want this to work. “The last few boyfriends I have had, the relationships didn’t end the best, and I don’t want to jinx us.”
“You know, that is sweet,” Otis adds, “but it also explains a lot. Thank you for telling me.”
“I’m sorry that I’m not ready,” I tell him.
“Jasper. You never have to apologise to me over the way you feel. I won’t use it again, except with my mum. Just makes this situation easier to explain.”
Otis is like no one I have ever met before.
When I had the same conversation with Clive, he had gone crazy.
Told me that if I cared for him, then I needed to be his boyfriend.
Told me I needed to stop working even though he never wanted to be seen in public with me.
Was what I am experiencing with Otis a proper relationship?
Someone who listened to me and took into account my feelings?
Because this was completely new territory for me.
“Thank you,” I say.
Otis reaches over and grabs my hand, lifting it up and placing a kiss on the back of it. And I think this has to be one of the most romantic gestures that has ever happened to me. And he keeps hold of it, until he has to let go to change gears.
“I don’t think I have ever asked you. Is it just you and your mum?”
“Yeah. When Dad died I offered to quit racing and come home. Hated the idea of Mum being on her own. She flat out refused,” Otis says.
“You would’ve quit?”
“Don’t get me wrong I would’ve hated it, but Mum comes first over racing. She told me how proud Dad had been and so she could never let me quit.”
“Well, I’m glad she told you to keep racing. We would have never met otherwise.”
“Oh no. We would’ve met. No idea how, but we would’ve,” Otis states, and at first, I thought that he was joking, but when I look over to him, his face is serious.
“You don’t believe in all that shit, do you?”
“I believe that everything happens for a reason.”
“Well, you learn something new every day.”
“Look, make fun all you want. But I do believe that sometimes people are destined to meet,” Otis adds.
“Like soulmates.” And I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me, which makes Otis look over to me.
“Maybe. But I think there is a special someone out there for everyone. It can be romantic or just friendship. But that person will make you feel cherished and loved.”
“I never knew you were so romantic,” chuckling again.
“Yeah well, it’s not something I broadcast due to being laughed at,” Otis adds.
“Touché.” Because I had laughed when he said it.
“Look, growing up, my parents looked like they were meant for each other. Don’t get me wrong, they argued, but they showed me what a loving relationship looked like. To me it looked like they were destined for each other.”
“My parents have been married a long time, and I don’t think like you,” I add.
“Well, your parents are dicks,” Otis adds, and I can hear the edge of venom in his voice, “And no offence, but I hope I never meet them. How they can kick someone as awesome as you out of their lives because you’re gay is…
” I can see him getting annoyed trying to find the right word, “fucking stupid.”
“I will remember to never introduce you,” I say with a chuckle.
“Sorry…. it’s just…” Otis starts.
“Otis, it’s okay. I still have Kimber. Mum and Dad know where I am but I don’t think they are ever going to accept me, and that’s okay.”
“I’m sure Mum will accept you,” Otis adds. “You ready to meet her?”
“What?”