Page 162 of Still Bruised
“There were a couple of evil ones, like when you told me my cock belonged to you. Otherwise, no. There have been hints you fought, but never full ones.” Foster ran his thumb over Jude’s lower lip. “It’s nice to see Icanmake you smile.”
“I’m sorry,” Jude said.
“Don’t apologize,” Foster whispered. “Just don’t hide them from me anymore.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“That’s all I can ask for.”
Foster leaned in and captured his lips. Jude opened to him, hungry for more. Their kisses grew heated. When they separated for air, he noticed the windows had fogged up and had to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Foster asked.
“A makeout session with a hot boy in a car. Steamed up windows. Parents waiting inside for us to break curfew. I used to fantasize about those normal, everyday things straight kids took for granted.” Jude grinned. “Now I’m finally getting them. And with my crush, no less.”
Foster smiled before sneaking in another kiss. “We both get them.” He sighed. “Let’s go in before we have the parents flipping on the porch light and telling us to come in.”
Jude chuckled.
He climbed out and met Foster on the other side of the SUV. Foster threaded his hand through Jude’s and led him to the back door. They made it to the darkened porch before they paused to kiss again. Foster dragged him close and kissed him hungrily. Thoughts of pie drifted from his mind. Jude needed to get naked and horizontal with Foster.
The back door flung open, and the light overhead switched on. Foster dragged him even closer, gaze flying to the door.
Adeline stood in the doorway, her eyes and mouth wide.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, shock etched onto her face. She slammed the door shut.
Jude eyed Foster in the light. This time, he hadn’t pushed Jude away when they’d been caught. He’d actually pulled him closer. Maybe it was a small thing, but it felt huge to him. “You should probably go in and talk with your mom.”
“In a minute,” Foster said before kissing Jude again in the light.
Jude melted against Foster, lapping at his mouth with his lips and tongue. When they parted for air, Jude didn’t want to let go.
“Do you want to come in with me—or head up to the apartment and wait?”
“Which would you prefer?”
“It’s up to you,” Foster said. “But I don’t know how they’re taking the news. It might not be pretty in there.”
The door cracked open just a bit. Not enough for anyone to see them.
“I’m so sorry I interrupted you two. I heard noises and thought there might be another racoon out here. I never meant to embarrass anyone.”
Foster’s gaze met Jude’s.
“Anyway, your father and I are going to go to bed early. It’s been a tiring day. I left two dessert plates and forks on the kitchen table along with what’s left of the pumpkin pie for you to enjoy whenever you’re ready.”
“Mom,” Foster said. “You can open the door.”
His mother pushed it open a little more and peeked out. “I am so sorry I intruded.”
“Well, it was probably past time you and Dad found out… that I’m not exactly straight.”
His mother chuckled. “Like we didn’t already know that.”
Foster cocked his head to the side. “What?”
“Honey, you told me you were in love with that little blond boy from Home Improvement when you were four.”
