Page 13 of Home on the Road

“Pumpkin.” Ziggy answered with a giggle. “Will you make out with me tonight before we go to bed?”

That question earned him a wide-eyed look before Harry turned back to focus on the road. It was another few seconds before he answered.

“Happily. Are you ready to be my man and cut this torture short?”

Ziggy thought about all he knew about Harry from being with him back at the diner, and all he had learned since coming home with him. He had to agree that being celibate for the last days had helped him see the kind of man Harry was, but he had to agree, it was torture to keep his hands to himself and not follow Harry into his room at the end of each day.

Ziggy waited until Harry pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot before he whispered, “Yes.”

Harry jumped on the brakes, throwing them both against their safety belts as the truck stopped with a jolt. “You are?”

Ziggy’s cock grew hard as he stared straight ahead. “Yes. I am. We know each other, and will learn more as we spend time together, but I want you to fuck me in a real bed. In a room where I don’t have to worry about the truck rocking too much if we get wild and crazy. I want to take our relationship to the next level.”

“Well, shit,” Harry breathed.

Ziggy looked over and had to fight the giggles when he saw Harry with a hand down the front of his jeans, rearranging his hard on. “Get that thing under control so we can get some lunch and go to the grocery store. I’m hungry.”

As he spoke, he reached between his legs and adjusted his own cock to a more comfortable position. Then he released his seatbelt, opened his door, and slid out of the truck. He rounded to the front of the truck and waited until Harry joined him.

“Now how many old friends will I be introduced totoday?”

“Six or eight at least,” Harry said with a chuckle as Ziggy opened the front door and waved him through. “Small towns are notorious for gossip, and you are the prettiest thing to move into the area in years.”

Harry led the way to a booth along the wall at the back of the dining room. Along the way, he returned greetings from at least a half dozen men and women. Their speculative looks following them to the booth made Ziggy’s skin itch.

They had just settled on opposite sides of the booth when the waitress arrived. She reminded him of Sally Jo, only she had about thirty years on his friend.

“Harry Myles, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in California or New Mexico or somewhere?”

“Not this week, Hannah. We’ll be in town until Sunday.”

“We?” Hannah asked, looking Ziggy up and down.

“This is Ziggy, my new partner.”

Hannah stopped chewing her gum for a moment as she looked at Ziggy with a more critical eye. “New partner, eh? There’s many a woman, and man, going to be in mourning when that news gets out.”

Ziggy wasn’t sure if he should crawl under the table, or make a break for the door. Instead, he took a breath and ignored the woman’s comments.

“I’d like the BLT with cheese. Extra crispy bacon, light on the lettuce, ranch dressing instead of mayo, with fries, and a soda, please.”

“Double bacon cheeseburger with fries and a soda, please, Hannah,” Harry said a moment later.

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Harry had a feeling his not only being gay, but also having a partner, would be all over town before they finished eating. But that was okay with him. Maybe then all the women in town,married and single, would stop flirting with him. Though, in talking with Sam and Brogan, he discovered he was not the only single Myles brother to be hit on.

Walking through the grocery store, pushing the cart so Ziggy could gather what he needed, was an interesting experience. He could feel people staring, and could almost hear the whispers, but he refused to let the gossips bother him.

Not today.

Besides, he really, really wanted fresh baked cookies, even if it meant waiting until this evening to have Ziggy in his bed.

“Okay, that’s everything,” Ziggy said as he put two pounds of real butter in his cart.

“Good. Let’s go home so you can get to the cookie making,” Harry said as he turned the cart towards the front of the store and the checkouts.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? I’m not making cookies today.”

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