Page 54 of Havoc
“Try this on for me, baby.” He half expected a protest but hadn’t gotten one since the first purchase. He’d made a couple more for him since then with no fuss.
They tried both pairs of shoes on, and Remy asked her to hold them at the register while they continued to look. Since nothing else interested him, and Lawrence seemed satisfied with the shoes he’d picked out, they went to find his parents. His mother was looking at some boots, and his father was nearby looking at loafers. Remy shook his head. He would be willing to bet his father had as many pairs of loafers as he did sneakers.
Once they left the shoe store, bags in hand, they finally went to the confection shop that had sparked the visit to the shopping center in the first place. His mother wasted no time going to her favorite brownies and cookies and asking for half a dozen of each. Remy followed Lawrence over to some candy apples they had on display.
“Have you tried their salted caramel apple?” Lawrence asked, and Remy shook his head. “We can get one of those and one of their marshmallow-covered ones.”
They got the apples and four cupcakes and waited for his mom and dad at the front counter. When he was given the total, Remy was not at all surprised that he was spending a couple of hundred dollars on sweets with all the cookies and brownies his mother got, and the, he was sure, three pounds of peanut brittle and chocolate covered peanuts his father chose.
When they were back in the car, they headed to painting with a twist, first making a pitstop at his condo to drop everything off so none of the chocolate items would melt.
“Would you stop? Your parents are in the other room,” Lawrence stated as Remy pulled him back into his chest after his shower.
“They’re probably passed out by now. It was an active day,” Remy countered.
“You don’t know that for sure,” his boyfriend pointed out. “Besides, even if they are, we aren’t fooling around with them in the same house.”
Remy kissed his neck. “Just give me half an hour.”
“You are a mess. Put some clothes on.”
Remy released him, went to his dresser, and pulled out a pair of boxers. He tossed his towel over the hamper and slid them on. It was as much clothing as Lawrence would get from him for the night. He moisturized before slipping into bed beside Lawrence.
“I had fun with you and your parents today. Thank you for all the items you bought for me.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” Remy responded; he placed his hand on Lawrence’s thigh. “But if you feel so inclined to,” he finished with a playful smirk.
“If I suck your dick, will you go to bed?” Lawrence asked with a raised brow, and Remy chuckled.
“You can’t blame me for wanting to be inside of you. It’s been a week.”
“Yes, I can blame you, and I am.”
“Baby—”
“Yes or no?” Lawrence cut him off.
“I’m not going to turn down your pretty mouth on my dick,” Remy responded, and Lawerence moved between his legs.
He freed Remy from his boxers and stroked him a couple of times before taking him into his mouth, stopping only when his lips touched Remy’s hips. Lawrence was the first man he’d dated who didn’t have a gag reflex, and he’d become so spoiled by it that if they ever broke up, Remy would never enjoy head as much.
He bit his lip, watching his dick disappear into Lawrence’s mouth with each bob, and Remy let out soft moans because his boyfriend had been right. He couldn’t know for sure whether his parents were sleeping.
Several minutes later, he was on the verge of cumming, Lawrence’s mouth always able to push him over the edge quickly when he wanted it to, when there was a knock on his bedroom door.
“Remy,” his mother whispered through the door.
Lawrence tried to come off his dick, but Remy placed his hand on the back of his head and pushed him back down.
“Yeah, Ma?”
“Is Lawrence sleeping? One of his bags ended up with mine.”
Remy looked down at Lawrence as he fucked into his mouth. “Yeah, he is. You can leave it by the door. I’ll get it.” Remy stifled a moan as he felt his balls tighten.
“Okay, goodnight, son.”
“Goodnight, Mama.”
