It wasn’t much longer until I heard footsteps coming toward the open bedroom door. I sat up on the bed, using the plush pillows to support my back. I rubbed my chest, smiling as Rocky walked in, wearing a simple pair of blue boxers that tented at the front where his dick swung. He held the tray of breakfast food high. I peeled my eyes off his crotch and toward a different kind of sausage, making my mouth water on overtime.
“This smells so freaking good,” I said. “Plus, I’ve never had breakfast in bed.”
“So many firsts for you, huh?”
My hole reflexively pulsed. “I’m so sore now.”
“Sorry,” Rocky said, placing the long tray down on the bed, being careful not to spill any of the flutes of mimosas.
“Oh no, I love it. Reminds me of how it all felt.” My dick started to push up against the table. I put a hand on it, holding it down. Rocky’s boxers also seemed to be working overtime to hold him down, but he got into bed before he busted out of his own underwear.
“We’ll need round two,” Rocky said as he got under the covers and the bamboo table. His feet came to rest against mine. Before he got in bed, I noticed he must have been thinking about last night, too, with how stretched his boxers were getting.
“And round three and four and five. But first—” I grabbed a fork and took in the delicious spread. “First, we feast.”
“Dig in,” Rocky said, giving me the green light. I went for the fluffy scrambled eggs first, grabbing some maple sausages and bacon and moaning as my taste buds exploded with flavor. Rocky was not only amazing in bed, but it turned out he was incredible in the kitchen, too.
“I don’t know how you made breakfast food so orgasmic,” I said, grabbing the mimosa. “But holy shit, this is great.”
“It’s a little family secret.”
“Oh?”
“My mom, when she would cook us breakfast, she said she always used a special kind of butter. It’s called Manta Ray butter. She’d throw two dollops of it into the frying pan first, and then two more when everything was near cooked. I still do the same. I can only buy the butter from this one tiny bodega on the corner of Collins and Thirty-Fourth, but it’s so fucking worth it.”
“It really is,” I said, nearly swallowing an entire slice of bacon whole. I managed to restrain myself and chew off half of it. “Manta Ray butter?”
“Yeah. I’ve searched around. The most I can find is that it was made by some guy in Ohio who ships it from his garage.”
“Oh… all right. I feel like I’m asking the obvious here but—”
“No manta rays were harmed in the making of this butter.”
“Whoo, thank gawd.” I laughed, digging into the fluffy pancake drenched in sweet-smelling syrup, a square of Manta Ray butter already melting down the center. “What games did you and your brother play?”
For a flash of a second, I thought maybe I made a mistake. Maybe it was too soon to bring him up. Rocky had shown a huge well of strength when he spoke about his brother last night, and my heart still felt the cracks across the surface with every beat.
“Paradise Eve was the big one.”
“I love that one! I would play it all freaking day. Team Elkhorn for life.”
“You were an Elkhorn, too? What server were you on?”
“Juniper One. I was a badass space fairy fighting the Kobolds for Elkhorn.” I put my fingers up so that they look like three horns, the symbol for the faction.
“No way, we played on that server, too. I was a star paladin, and my brother was a cosmic mage.”
“What a small, virtual world. Imagine if we had been in the same clan or something. We could have known each other for years.”
“I feel like I already do,” Rocky said, his face smiling. I could see memories play in his eyes, like an old film reel flickering on a wall. “Brian would have loved you. He would have been the first one to subscribe to your streaming channel.”
“I want to have a stream dedicated to him. Are there any charities he was really fond of? I’ll give all the tips that night to the charity.”
Rocky shook his head. “You don’t have to do that, baby. It’s all right.”
“I know I don’t have to, but I really want to.”
“Well, on his downtime, he always volunteered with our local LGBTQ shelter. It was after I had come out. Everyone in my family took it fine, but my brother, it was like another world had opened to him, one he hadn’t seen before. He didn’t really realize all the shit we go through as gay men, sometimes loud and terrible shit, other times the quieter and sabotaging kind of shit. He started doing a ton of research. Found out how disproportionate the numbers were when it came to homeless LGBT youth, kicked out for just being gay, and how unsafe they were in most shelters, or worse on the street. He went to Rainbow Alliance every single weekend.”