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“Hey. We’re not that old,” David snorts.
“Yeah,” Mum agrees even though she’s probably ten years younger than JT’s parents. “You watch your mouth.” JT scrunches his nose at her and Mum laughs. My boyfriend has my mum wrapped around his little finger and they both know it. I’m pretty sure if we were ever to break up, she’d choose him. Not that I have plans to ever break up with JT. I wasn’t lying when I said he was it for me.
By the end of the meal, while I wouldn’t say that things are amazing between our two families, I can certainly say we’ve come a long way from that awkward as hell meeting on the footpath.
JT’s been seeing the school therapist for the past month and I can already see how much it has helped him. But I think being on the outs with his family has always just compounded the issues he’s dealing with. We both know he’ll likely never be back in their inner sanctum, but today’s lunch is going a long way to help mend those bridges. I know how much he needs this which is why I’m making such an effort to befriend people I had a low opinion of prior to today.
It's hard for JT because I know that he still holds a belief in the God he wants to follow. But I also know it’s not the same one as what his mum and dad have pretty much forced on him and I want him to get to the point where he’s okay with that. I know there’s nothing I won’t do to support him with that even if it means swallowing my atheist pride and helping him find some place that is open to accepting people like him. People like us.
That is how much I love him. How much I’d give for him. There is no limit.
We wave goodbye to JT’s family from the driveway of my house. JT is beside me having just hugged his little brother and sister goodbye. We hadn’t planned on him staying over tonight but I think he needs me right now and I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to keep him too.
Mum leaves to take Gran home on the way to her shift and I go back inside with my boyfriend, closing the door on the outside world.
“How do you think that went?” I ask JT as we head upstairs to my room.
“Honestly? Better than I expected,” he replies, hand tight in mine. “They were almost easy going by the end of it.”
“Yeah. I think it went really well,” I agree. I close the door behind us and it’s almost a natural thing that we come back together, never wanting to be out of touching range. JT is hardly aware of the way he reaches for me, clothes shedding to the floor before we’re pressed up against each other on the bed.
“Maybe there’s hope for us yet,” JT is saying, my hand weaving a path down his chest. He’s still talking but I’m finished with that conversation, letting my hand wander down to grab onto his dick while he’s midsentence. “Oh fuck,” he gasps.
“I’ve had enough talking for one day,” I tell him, eyes darkening as he looks up at me, so decadent, so perfect. I’ll never get enough of JT. His body is absolute perfection as I touch him just the way he likes it, rewarded instantly with those breathy moans I love so much.
“Yeah. Me too,” he agrees, reaching for the back of my neck and pulling me down. I go easily, mouth pressing up to his, tongue stroking, my hand settling into a leisurely rhythm.
“So, I have something to tell you,” I murmur, breaking the kiss and leaning back to look at him.
“What is it?”
“I got my test results back from the sexual health van that came to school a few weeks back,” I tell him, trailing my hand back up to his pecs.
“And?”
“And I’m all clear,” I tell him, waiting for him to connect the dots.
“So, does that mean we can get rid of the condoms?” he asks, voice all raspy.
“If that’s what you want,” I tell him, circling his nipple. We never did finish that earlier conversation, the one that’s been circling my mind ever since.
“It’s what I want,” he adds instantly, his enthusiasm adorable.
I huff out a laugh. “It’ll be messier. Especially for you.”
“I don’t care. I want it so much.”
His green eyes are wide and eager, and I know I’ll never deny this boy a thing he wants. So I lean over to my bedside table for the lube, leaving the condoms where they are and holding it up to him.
“You sure?”
“Absolutely,” he whimpers. “Now stop teasing me.”
“So demanding,” I chuckle. “When did my sweet, shy boyfriend get so demanding?”
“Quinn, I swear if you don’t speed this up, I am going to rage.”
“You are adorable when you’re pouting,” I grin, leaning down to graze kisses up his neck. He gives in, rewarding me with those sounds I love, opening his legs wide which I take as an invitation to move into that delicious space he’s made for me.
