20. Chapter 20
Chapter twenty
Ray
B y the time we reach the border, my newly HRT sensitized dick is throbbing with need for Jordie. I might have spent the last several hours teasing us both with my hand on their thigh. I let myself inch closer to their groin by the mile until I bumped up against the outline of their clit through their jeans.
Then I spent most of the scenic drive through Vermont idly tracing my joyfriend’s cock, enjoying the way it plumped up the more I played with it. And the growing damp patch of fabric near the tip that’s a match for how wet my boxers are feeling.
I had to stop when we filled up the tank before joining the idling traffic waiting to cross into Canada. Now I’m sort of regretting how keyed up I got us both. I press my thighs together to ward off the needy horny throbbing between my legs that’s been insatiable since I started dating Jords. The hormones might also have something to do with it. All I know is that I want to fuck my lover as soon as we’re some place private. It’s not just the hornyness talking.
This trip is the sweetest gesture I can imagine. They want me to feel comfortable coming out to my family. To support me and be there for me and they said they love me too. I can’t imagine being closer to anyone than I feel to them today. I’m glad I packed the strap-on I haven’t worked up to trying yet, just in case. Jordie is the first person I want the privilege of getting to be inside of as a guy.
I want physical and sexual closeness to mirror the new leap forward in my emotional closeness to them. Soon we’re going to be under my parents’ roof. It wouldn’t be the first time I had a not so PG sleepover there, but I really want them now. Just a taste to take the edge off my thrumming nerves and horniness.
I keep squirming in my seat, and Jordie keeps shooting me knowing glances. Their eyes drag over me before they lick their lips like they’re just as hungry for me before focusing back on the line of cars crawling closer to the border crossing ahead of us.
When we finally pull up to the crossing, Jordie hands over our passports and answers all the border agent’s questions. We get waved through, and Jordie surprises me by pulling up to the information center in the tiny town on the other side.
“What are we doing here?” I ask as I unbuckle. A chance to stretch my legs sounds amazing.
“I promised the sibs shirts, figured we could get it out of the way here, if that’s cool?” Jordie says.
I laugh, but nod. “Yeah, sure, let’s be tourists. Have you been to Canada before?”
“Nope. The folks took us on a big Caribbean beach hopping cruise by way of Mexico for my graduation, hence having a passport. So that was lucky.”
“Nice. Well, welcome to the true north, I guess? It’s not that different.”
“Except I can practice my French here.” They waggle their eyebrows at me and I laugh.
They’re ridiculous and wonderful. I want to bask in their attention forever. I trail them into the store. Together, we browse the displays of moose, mounties, and maple syrup themed tchotchkes. I’m surprised the small town gift shop has a modest selection of red and white “I heart Canada” merch drowning in a sea of white and blue Québec fleur-de-lis designs.
“Regarde-moi!” Jordie grabs one of the shirts with a delighted squeal. They turn to arrange it under the edges of their light autumn-weight jacket. I’m only puzzled for a second before they spin to show off their efforts. “Que penses-tu?”
“Je pense que tu es une petite canaille.” I shake my head at their ridiculous antics, trying to stifle my laughter when I read the slogan on their chest. With the C and half of the D strategically covered up, they have I 3 ANAL proudly blazoned across their body.
I resist the urge to cover it up as I feel myself flushing. A family with two young kids enters the aisle with us. I step into Jordie’s personal space and tug them into a sweet kiss by the lapels of their jackets. I tell myself it’s so the kids and their parents won’t see why my joyfriend is grinning like a twelve-year-old at their dirty joke. Any excuse to kiss them.
“I don’t know what that means, but I am assuming you think I’m adorable and you want me?” Jordie teases. Their breath is hot on my pulse point as they nuzzle into my neck.
“Close enough, brat. You aren’t getting that for your baby siblings,” I hiss into their ear.
“Fair. C’est vrai though.” Jordie licks my ear and I squirm away, laughing. They wink at me. And yeah, I want to take them up on the shirt’s crude invitation. Soon.
We take our time picking out souvenir shirts for their younger siblings and shot glasses and maple candies to surprise Celeste, Pixel, and our other friends. I find every excuse to touch Jordie. My fingers linger along their arm as I show them various trinkets, our shoulders bump as we walk. I even brush up against their back as we squeeze past a display that takes up too much of the aisle to walk easily side-by-side.
When we get to the cashier, Jordie happily greets the attendant with a cheerful bonjour and their face falls when he immediately switches to English on them. I stifle a snort. Their accent still needs work, but it’s adorable to watch them doggedly keep trying. They stumble through a request to practice their French that has the worker smiling bemusedly at their efforts. They get through a chat about the local weather, border traffic, and whether we might see a real moose like on the tee-shirts.
I enjoy watching them try to fit into my home province, making an effort to be a part of my world. We get back on the highway and they crow about how well they held up their side of the conversation. My heart swells with affection for them all over again. They give me a questioning look when I point to the first provincial rest area we come to on the highway.
“Need you to come in with me,” I mumble.
They park in front of the little building and follow me inside without complaint, flashing me a knowing grin as we cross an empty lobby to an unoccupied, accessible washroom. When I pull them inside the single occupancy room with me and turn the lock, their lips curl into a wicked smirk.
“Want to take the edge off before we show up at my folks’ place?” I ask, voice all husky with lust and the effort not to be too loud.
“So classy, offering to blow me in a filthy rest area toilet,” Jordie teases.
They crowd into my space and shove my jacket off my shoulders so they can kiss along my neck. The heat of their kisses takes any sting out of their words. I arch into them, stifling a soft moan. I don’t even try to stop myself from rubbing on them. Jordie’s erection presses against the bulge of my packer, lighting up my sensitive t-dick with pleasure that’s almost too much to take. Fuck, these hormones are no joke.
“Crisse! That’s good.”
“Yeah?” Jordie smiles against my lips and presses the heel of the hand to my bulge, really grinding it against me and making my eyes roll back.
“Mm, need you so bad, Jords,” I tangle my fingers in their curls, tugging them closer.
Their lips part, and I kiss them hard, grinding our bodies together with a desperate longing to live in this moment. I need to block out what they’re taking me home to do. I want to be ready to face my family, but I’m still scared that it won’t go as planned.
This stolen moment of losing myself in pleasure with my partner lets me anchor myself in their love and acceptance. Jordie might be the one who calls me sunshine, but they’ve become my guiding light these past few months. The compass that leads me back to myself every time I feel lost in Boston and the new life I’m building there.
Whatever happens once we go home, I want to memorize what it’s like to be filled with hope and love and joy. Just in case.
Jordie deepens the kiss and I tug on their hair, just enough to elicit a soft moan from them. They rub me harder through my pants and I want so much more than kisses and groping. Need to taste them and make them come undone. I want to be on my knees worshiping all the perfection that is my amazing joyfriend.
I pull back, and we both pant for breath, lust-filled eyes locking. “Want to suck you, please?”
“Tu veux leche mon chat?” Jordie bats long lashes at me, trying to distract me from the way they butcher the pronunciation and noun gender. The point is that they’re trying to talk sexy for me and I adore everything about them, even their jarring American accent.
“Bien sur. Je veux te sentir te transformer en un désordre frémissant pour moi.”
“Mm, love it when you get all French on me.” They smile at me, their eyes hooded and full of lust. I trace the outline of their clit through their skirt.
“Oh yeah? And do you love it when I turn you into a trembling mess for me too?” I press harder on their clit as I scratch along their scalp with the other hand.
“Yes.” Jordie’s eyes flutter shut and they take a shuddery breath that draws out the single syllable.
“Then lift your skirt and let me go down on you. Je vais te faire la mienne.”
Jordie gives me a smoldering look, then gathers up the flowy material, hiking the skirt up past their knees. They make a sexy show of exposing their silky smooth thighs. So they shaved before our trip. That certainly has my cock taking notice, twitching against the soft fabric of my packing pouch. It’s weird how much more natural the masculine words for my anatomy are feeling the more I feel like myself. I still like click. But dick and cock feel right too, especially when Jordie has their mouth on it.
I feast my eyes on the sight of them baring it all for me. Soft thighs, I want to run my fingers all over. The little V of lacy floral fabric that covers their half-hard clit so enticingly it makes my mouth water for a taste of them. I’ve gotten used to the changes in their physical response to sex. As long as Jordie says they’re into it, that’s what matters to me, not seeing them hard enough to pound rocks.
“Well? It’s not gonna lick itself…” Jordie gestures when I stare too long and make them self-conscious.
“Tu est parfaite.” I lock eyes with them, wishing I could beam into their mind just how much I’m into every single part of them.
Jordie licks their lips, but holds eye contact as I sink down onto my haunches to crouch in front of them. It feels coquettish and flirty to be gazing up at them through my lashes. A part of me wants to kneel there for them to use, but I don’t want to kneel on the dubiously clean washroom floor.
Instead, I balance on the balls of my feet and cling to their thighs to steady myself, eye-to-crotch with the love of my life. Even if I was a bit too chicken to tell them just how head over heels I already am without a bit of prompting. I wasn’t certain they would say it back. The fact they did is part of why I just have to show them how much I adore every bit of them in this tangible way. Connect with them on this level before we see my family and I face their uncertain reactions to my coming out. “Mon ange ravissant.”
“Uh huh, get on with it, sunshine. Baise-moi s’il te pla?t,” Jordie winks, making it a gentle nudge instead of a demand, but they also tuck their chin to their chest. Their gaze fixes somewhere off to the side, like they’re uncomfortable with the endearments. Duly noted.
“Montre-moi tes yeux pendant que tu t’effondres pour moi. Je veux voir ton ame trembler,” I say. I keep one hand on their leg to steady myself as I ease the fingers of the other into their sexy panties and find their pussy. Ass play is out for a quickie without protection, but they love muffing. I gently swirl the loose skin of their sac around my fingertips as I press against the internal twin slits to either side of their cock. “Want me in your pussy, baby?”
“Fuck, Ray.” Jordie practically whines as I gaze up at them and lick their bulge.
The synthetic lace is scratchy on my tongue, but I revel in the heat of them around my fingers as I work the tips inside of their pussy. Slowly fucking them open as I go down on them feels incredible. Everything with Jordie feels so effortlessly right and safe. They make me dream of a fully realized technicolor future full of possibilities that seemed like stick-figure fantasies before I met them.
The first few swipes of my tongue are too dry and a little awkward. Jordie holds my head in place, silently encouraging me to give them more, showing me what they like. They nudge me away from touches that aren’t doing it for them. I want them to take all of me. But for now, I settle for lathing them in kisses and slurps until they’re humping against my mouth as I finger them. Their clit plumps up under my attention, the salty-sweet tang of their skin joining with the dampness of my spit soaking their panties and filling my mouth.
“Mm, close,” Jordie pants, one hand still pinning my face to their clit, guiding the swirling licks near their crown that they like best. Their other hand drops between us, pushing inside of their inguinal canal along with the finger I’m thrusting with.
Jordie quirks their fingers to hit just the right nerves that have them coming against my tongue within a few hard thrusts. I want to whine and pout about this being over too fast, but their moans of pleasure echo in the enclosed space.
Right, we probably shouldn’t draw out a rest area bathroom quickie. And anyway, I love making them come, even if I want to keep them teetering on the brink longer next time. I’m giddy at the thought of having a lifetime to make them come. They love me. And I love them and together we can face anything.
“Mmm, so good. Fuck, yes, sunshine. Love you so fucking much,” they babble. I’m really glad that’s not the first time they’re saying it, but fuck do I adore everything about them.
I don’t stop fucking and licking them until their shuddering dribble of cum bursts, salty and sweet, across my tongue and their body quakes with the force of their orgasm. They produce less jizz since starting hormones, but I’m not complaining about less to swallow. I swipe my mouth dry on the back of my hand and get shakily to my feet, only realizing as I stand that my cock is still aching with arousal. I wet a paper towel to try tidying Jordie up. They wink at me as they slip their saliva sodden panties off and drop their skirt back into place before hugging me and stuffing the wadded up lacy fabric into my back pocket.
“Hold on to these for me?” They ask innocent as a lamb.
I nod woodenly, mouth dry and dick throbbing at the thought of them naked under their skirt. Ready for me to lift it up and just…
Jordie smirks at me, with an all too knowing glint of mischief in their eyes. It’s totally a big sibling trolling look. “Did you need a hand with something, sunshine?”
“I’m fine.”
“Mhm. Not dying to fuck me before you introduce me to your family?”
I’m not sure if my boner gets worse or better at the thought of my jizz dripping down their thighs while I introduce them to my parents. Hot, but also humiliating. Honestly, maybe it’s just a different kind of horny? Is there such a thing as a humiliation boner? I might have one right now, so probably. Gah. Jordie is very good at helping me discover all kinds of new things about myself. I just stare at them and rub my thighs together for a bit of friction.
Jordie snorts. “You’re so needy. Come here and let me take the edge off for you.”
They grab a fistful of my hoodie to haul me closer. Before I can say a word, they’ve sunk to their knees, shoved my pants and boxers—along with my packer snug in its pouch—down to mid thigh. Then they wrap their lips around my cock and blow me like I’m their favorite fucking candy.
“Ah. Mm. Jords. Oh. Fuck. Jordie! Je vais jouir…”
“Mmmhmm.” Jordie hums encouragement. Because that’s obviously the point. They want me to come fast so we can get back on the road and get on with our trip.
So I don’t hold back. I explode with embarrassing speed. Damn. I pant in the aftermath as they tuck me back into my pants and nonchalantly turn to fix their disheveled curls in the mirror. When they’re set to rights, they casually flush and walk out. I’m still standing there, panting and dazed at how hard they made me come with so little effort. Even through my starry-eyed adoration for the gorgeous personage I’m following out of the accessible toilet, I notice the scowling mom with a crying toddler glaring at us for occupying the restroom.
Jordie sweeps open the door to the little toilet building and winks at me. They know the other adults we just passed know exactly what we were up to in there, and they don’t care. And I can’t quite make myself care either. No one was around when we went into the single occupancy room. Fuck, I love Jordie so much it makes my chest ache and I never want to stop feeling this giddy joy when our eyes meet.
We get in the car and buckle up and I hold their hand over the console as we rock out to their playlist all the way to my parent’s place. It’s like they sucked out all my nerves and borrowed worries along with that orgasm. Basking in the afterglow leaves me relaxed and primed to enjoy the rest of our first road trip as a couple.