“Vince….”
“Paul….”
“I’m not really the meet-people type. I’m more the… Quasimodo in the bell tower kind of guy.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“It means he’s being a whiny little bitch,” Charlie said.
I sighed. “Thanks, Daddy. That’s exactly what I meant.”
“Then let me say it a different way,” Vince said. “Instead of asking you, I’m telling you. You are coming down to meet my friends.” He paused and then broke. “Right?”
He looked at me with such earnestness I couldn’t say no. I had a feeling that was going to be a common event. “Yeah, I’m going down. Just give me a few minutes, okay?”
You would have thought I’d gifted him another bicycle with the way he attacked my face. I almost forgot that we had an audience as he sucked on my tongue. I was finally able to break away before I jacked him off in front of an old man and a drag queen. There gets to be a certain point where once you get going, you just can’t stop, and he’d brought me close there twice in four hours. “You gonna let me stay the night at your house tonight?” he whispered in my ear, flicking his tongue out and grazing it just once.
I didn’t even allow myself time to think. “Yeah.”
“Good answer,” he said, giving me another dirty kiss before backing away.
Helena and Charlie stared at me.
“What?” I tried to ask defiantly, knowing I was beet red.
Charlie shrugged and spoke for the both of them. “Diaries, dildos, and making out with a hot guy who apparently is now your boyfriend? Who are you and what have you done with Paul?”
“I don’t have a diary,” I said weakly.
“Can friends borrow dildos?” Helena asked Charlie. “Or is that a sex toy no-no?”
“As long as it’s cleaned, I don’t see the problem.”
“I want the big black one,” she told me. “But clean it first.”
“So gross,” I shuddered.
“It’s showtime, girlie,” Charlie said. “Get your pretty ass in gear.”
“Walk me down the stairs?” she asked Vince, batting her fake eyelashes at him.
“Sure.” He glanced back at me. “I’ll give you five minutes. If you’re not down there, I’m coming to get you and making you go down.”
“I’m a grown-up,” I snapped at him. “I’ll come down when I damn well please.”
“Five minutes, Paul.” He grabbed Helena’s hand and led her toward the door.
“You sure know how to work him already,” I heard her say. “You got to grab him by the balls if you want to get him to do something.”
“Oh, I plan to,” was his reply.
The door closed behind them.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Charlie burst out laughing. “Boy, you surprise the royal hell out of me sometimes. I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“I don’t know if I do,” I said truthfully. “Vince kind of wore me down until I couldn’t say no anymore.”