Page 64 of Havoc
Lawrence slipped his tongue into Remy’s mouth, kissing him deeply, feeling every pulse of his dick as he came. They pulled apart as Remy slowly removed his dick from him, pulling moans from both of them.
“I’ll be back. You’ll make a mess if you stand,” Remy stated.
“And who’s fault is that?” Lawrence countered, which earned him a smirk.
He didn’t mind that Remy caused a mess. It was the first time he’d cum in him, and there was something like a primal sense of belonging that bloomed in his stomach. No, he didn’t mind, especially when he knew his boyfriend would handle all the cleanup.
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Lawrence glanced at his phone screen, debating whether or not to answer it. He didn’t have a reason not to. His past several conversations with his father had been fine. The only thing stopping him from picking up was that he hadn’t spoken to his dad about what his mom said. He’d wanted to avoid the conversation for a while, and it had been easy so far with his dad only texting him a couple of times to check in since then.
He feared he might blurt it out on the phone, which was the last thing he wanted. His father was a hypocrite, but Lawrence didn’t think it was a conversation meant to be had over the phone when it was eventually brought up.
“Hey, Dad,” Lawrence greeted, turning his attention back to his computer screen.
“Hey, son. How was your Thanksgiving?”
“It was good. I got together with Remy and some friends. How was yours?”
“Well, your aunt Gloria brought that dressing she makes with four pounds of sugar and olives and wondered why no one touched it,” Dennis responded.
Lawrence snorted. His aunt Gloria, as sweet as she was, was the world’s worst cook, and he wouldn’t be persuaded otherwise. Everything she made always consisted of unnecessary, obscure ingredients—sugar and olives in dressing, grapes and water chestnuts in potato salad, lemon wedges in greens.
They’d long ago tried to delegate her as the designated drink and plasticware person for any family gatherings. Still, she always brought something inedible. Lawrence knew she was aware of howatrocious her cooking was. One: he’d never seen her eat anything she brought, claiming it was for the family, and she left herself extra at home. Two: because he’d listen to his mother tell her as much when his parents were still married.
“Other than that, the festivities were nice,” Dennis stated.
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“I wanted to see if you had plans next weekend.”
Lawrence paused briefly to key in the terms he and a new client agreed on. “Not that I know of.”
“It’s my birthday weekend, and I wanted to see if you’d be willing to come and share the milestone birthday with your old man. You could bring Remy.”
Lawrence paused in his input and thought about it. Since his mom and Remy’s parents were coming to them for Christmas, it meant if they went to celebrate with his dad, they’d only travel once in December, and he’d given them a week and a half notice.
With the information he now had about his dad, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was extending the invitation to Remy because Lawrence had been right in assuming that Dennis found his boyfriend attractive. He couldn’t blame him, he supposed. Remy was a fine, overly sexy specimen of a man, but the thought of his dad also thinking so was slightly disturbing.
“I’ll ask him. The end of the year may be busy for him with year-end reports, but I’ll be there,” Lawrence responded, resuming filling in the document on his screen.
“Great. Let me know the flight details, and I’ll pick you up Friday evening. I’ll let you get back to work.”
“Alright, Dad.”
They hung up, and Lawrence made a mental note to rent a car. It wasn’t that he didn’t want his dad picking them up or him up if Remy could not go. It was that he didn’t want to be stuck wherever with his father if Dennis decided to bring up his sexuality or upset him concerning it.
When he got off, he decided to call Remy and ask if he was up for going with him. He knew his boyfriend would be in meetings all day, and while he would text Lawrence back when he could or answer the phone if he called, he didn’t want to pull him away from getting things settled for the end of the year.
Lawrence finished inputting the information, sent the form to their legal department, and glanced at the clock. He had half an hour before he was to go to lunch with a couple of his co-workers. He’d spend that time looking for flights, rental cars, and booking a hotel room.
Lawrence was folding the laundry he’d done over the weekend and left in the hamper when his phone rang. He glanced over at it before answering it.
“Hey, babe.”
“Hey, baby. You okay?” Remy asked.
He furrowed his brow, placing a folded shirt on the pile. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
