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Having gotten back from Asheville the day before Christmas Eve, we had to get busy unpacking and getting our things ready for Christmas. My items were wrapped and under the tree thanks to Ginny Tatum for wrapping them for me. Tristan's gift had already been given since he would be out of town. I had thought long and hard about Ty's gift and the effect it might have on everyone. I finally decided to give it to him in private. I actually had second thoughts about whether it was a good idea or not to have done what I did. My brain would have never conceived such a crazy idea on its own. My heart strings were playing a "hallmark channel" tune and so I went forward with it. Whatever! It's a real symbol of something so I'm definitely going to give it to him, probably tomorrow morning, first thing on Christmas day.
We all did things around the house to help mom get the food ready for Christmas day and to put our laundry away. There were some leaves that had fallen in the yard and so I raked them up. It didn't take much time. I wasn't sure how the yardwork ever got done before me because Ty showed no interest in working in the yard. Lazy ass! I think it might be time to challenge him to some "green thumbing" so in the spring he might feel like getting out and helping. I bet if I said he couldn't grow a cactus in the desert, he would jump all over it!
I got an ominous text from Jack. Yes I used the word "ominous" as it was in one of my recent readings for Lit and I loved the word. He said he would pick things back up with Jason when he got back but they had a heated conversation while he was away. He was coming home the day after Christmas from his D.C. trip. I told him to save it for when he got back unless he needed me right away. He said he preferred to wait because he didn't have much privacy with his family around. His last text simply said, <I'm out>. I had to read it like three times. Was it "I'm out of something" or was it "I'm out of the closet?" Holy shit, I thought. Could he have possibly done it? I didn't press. I didn't want to know at that minute as my brain would go crazy the next couple of days. It was going to do that on it's own just with that statement!
Dinner at the club was an event to behold. We actually ate in the same room where we had the Christmas dance. It was arranged with tables and fancy tablecloths. The waiters were all dressed nicely and they had a buffet. Prime rib! Do I need to say more? Everyone was there including the Buxtehude's and Bryce's family. His sister was there and mom told Ty and me to go over and say hello and see how things were.
"Bryce, you grinch!" I said as we got close to his table.
"Hey guys! Merry Christmas!" he said, getting up from his chair. We greeted Mr. and Mrs. Chatley and Ty went for Julia first.
"Hey Julia, are you ready for Christmas?" he asked, smiling and nudging her arm. Ok, that was brave.
She stuttered just once and said, "Y-Yes I am silly!"
"You sure look pretty," he said. "Your dress is beautiful and your hair is so long."
She blushed. She really blushed. "Thank you," she said. "Mom and I picked it out before my trip." Everyone was watching her and Mrs. Chatley was smiling because she knew we knew and Ty was giving her a chance to show her progress. I guess it was a huge difference because she wasn't snotty with us at all. But, the conversation was suddenly over when she picked up her iced tea and took a drink.
"Hey guys, what are you getting for Christmas?" Bryce asked knowing it was time to change the subject.
"This one is getting nothing," said Ty, jabbing me in the ribs.
"You keep on thinking that," I said in return. The Chatleys laughed. Mr. Chatley asked how our trip to Asheville went. Ty said it was amazing. Mrs. Chatley reminded Ty about her invitation to come study some collectibles at her house. He said definitely after Christmas. Then Mr. Chatley said they would catch up with us after church, which was, in a sense, a dismissal. That was ok, we needed to get back to our table.
The only problem with prime rib before church is that it makes church a very sleepy occasion, especially with the lights down low and all the soft Christmas music. There was something where the brass played and I was able to focus during that. You could tell the service was a noble thing. The church was elegant, all the colors standing out against the white walls. Everybody was dressed up. Women wore hats. My mother didn't. She only wears hats outside to keep the sun off her skin. All the boys wore jackets. Some of the families were larger than I thought and Ty said all the college students were home and had to come to church. It was like a reunion and a chance to "show and tell." I understood immediately now that I have a better understanding of these folks. But to be honest, my hometown was the same way. People went to church on Christmas Eve even if they didn't come any other time, not that it's bad or anything. It's tradition I guess.
"Hey Ty, there are a lot of kids from our school here. You don't say much to them?" I asked, curiously.
"They are ok but when I came out, they weren't very friendly. They didn't want me in the youth group," he said.
"What the fuck?" I asked.
"They left me off some invite emails. I told my mom and she said they may not have done it on purpose but it might be hard for them to know what to do with me being the only gay kid. She said it was my decision to go or not go so I stopped going to Youth Group," he said, and you could tell it made him a little sad.
You could tell everyone was sleepy after church. The parents didn't say much on the way home except mom who said she thought the service was lovely. Bill replied that they always have a big presentation on Christmas Eve for the families. It promoted big giving - $$. Mom and dad poured glasses of wine and went into the family room. I poured one for Ty and me and eased upstairs, trying to be unnoticed.
"Enjoy that one, mister," mom said and I froze on the step. You can't get anything past her. In fact, I believe I used to get things past her but since she married Bill Breck, her eagle eye seemed to be on high beam! I took the glasses into Ty's room.
Setting the glass down on his desk, he said, "thanks babe! I hoped you would get to sneak one!" and he grinned. He was looking at a picture of a vintage sofa that he wanted Bill to buy for our "upstairs den" he was putting together. It was a little smaller than normal sofas which was fine since it's just a bedroom we have to work with. He said he had already found a floor lamp he was going to get after Christmas. He was hoping to have the room in place by New Years Eve. He said Tristan texted him and wished us a Merry Christmas. He loved the choker! I picked up the phone and started texting some of my old friends. Diesel was not sentimental about the holidays but he said he missed me and I knew how he felt. Time moved so fast and it was hard to get time for old friends. Dad texted and asked if I was free for a short conversation on Christmas Day and I was on the hook to call my grandma down in Florida as well. The one point here I had to sort out was that it would not be like talking to Gigi. My grandma was a matter of fact lady who only got into lengthy conversations about things she cared about. She was not an affectionate person like Gigi, all hugs and shouts and wanting to "pry." That was ok, she was still my mom's mom and I loved her. A short call would go a long way, especially when it came to getting the money in the mail. That sounds shallow but it's not. I appreciate everything she does, just so you know.
The final message came from Micah who wished Ty and me a merry Christmas and said that he wanted a boyfriend for Christmas. He was so lonely and meeting Tristan and seeing how cool guys were here made him feel very isolated. I understood but didn't know what to say. His options out there in the country weren't great. It did make me realize how lucky I was to be living such a great life with Ty.
"Micah says he's lonely," I said to Ty.
"I bet he is. I couldn't imagine not having any gay friends," Ty replied. "Makes you wonder if we made things worse for him by showing him what he's missing," Ty said. I felt pretty awful after that, actually. Damn that was some shit for Ty to just roll off like it was no big deal.
The parents turned in and Ty and I were left watching tv. I stretched out on his bed watching some Christmas movie. I "adjusted" myself to get his attention and he kept playing on his laptop. I coughed and he looked up at me and rolled his eyes. Ok, I wasn't trying to be too obvious but I don't think he was getting the picture.
"Ty!" I exclaimed in a quiet voice.
"What?" he replied in a testy voice.
"I'm not lying here for my health," and he gave me a wicked smile.
"I enjoyed that," he said.
"What?"
"Making you squirm," and he laughed. I reached up and pulled him off his desk chair almost causing his laptop to fall to the floor. I pulled him to the bed and he giggled.
"There might be some other things you'll enjoy if you'll stop playing around," I chided.
"Oh?" he said, looking me in the face. "You want some Christmas booty, don't you?" he asked. I nodded. I pulled him close to me and kissed him. I rolled him onto his back and got on top of him.
"I gave it a special cleansing earlier," he said. "I put the lube in already, babe. I'm so ready for you," he concluded. Pajama pants came off quickly. Our naked bodies scrubbed together. We pulled the comforter over us and our body heat built up. As I laid beside him kissing, I ran my hand across his hole. He shivered. I gently inserted my finger. He was so moist. He kissed me harder the more turned on he got. He ran his tongue over my lips which felt so good. I took his cock in my hand and pulled it back for it to snap back against his torso. "Yeah, he was ready," I thought, and I rolled on top of him. His legs did that spread that turned me on so much. I put a little spit on my dick and tried to push my way into him. Our faces were locked. All I needed was to shove a pillow under him to give his booty some lift and I was in. This "pre-lube" thing was very successful. I felt like it was truly raw. Once I got myself fully inserted, I stopped to let him acclimate. As he began bucking his hips under me, I could tell he wanted me to get moving. I wasn't feeling in a hurry though. I kept myself full-in and he looked at me with surprise, like what was I waiting for.
"What are you doing?" he whispered.
"Enjoying being plugged in," I said. "Hey I want to tell you merry christmas and that I love you, Ty. It's been so amazing being with you," and I bent down to kiss him.
"I love you too, Josh. This is the best Christmas," he whispered into my ear. We dug into the kissing and my hips started the grind. The grind didn't last long before I was plowing ahead. I took his hands into mine and raised them over his head. Our grip was tight. He lifted his torso to meet me halfway.
"Oh God, babe. Amazing," I uttered.
"Tell me you love me again," he whispered.
"I love you so much. I love you, Ty!" and there were only a certain number of strokes I needed to make his body tense and give in. His eyes closed and his lips parted. I grabbed his cock and held on to it as I pummelled his ass. I was literally propped up on my toes as I drove into him, tapping those spots that meant the most to Ty. He clinched his insides creating suction. I knew what was coming. "Oh God, Josh!" he whispered in a scream. He shot a good load over his torso. As I felt my own "burn" building up, I slowed and once I was fully planted again, I came inside him. It was definitely a worthy fuck. We were panting and his body was a little moist from sweat.
"What if mom makes a surprise visit for Christmas?" he asked.
"I know, I thought about that," I said. I really hated going back to my room but we decided it was safest. She didn't come in but we couldn't take any chances. I woke up the next morning fairly early when I smelled bacon cooking. I jumped in the shower and cleaned up real quick. He came in and climbed into the shower after me.
"My butt is sore," he said, giving his backside a rub. "That was intense last night," he said, letting the warm water run over it.
"I'm sorry, babe. I was so excited and you felt so good. Couldn't help it," I said. "Want me to give you a wash with the soap?" I asked. He nodded that I didn't need to. While he was showering, I took his neatly wrapped present into his room and dropped it on his bed. I went to my room and got dressed. He came out of the shower and styled his hair. I went into his room to see what he was doing and he was standing in his room holding the present.
"What's this?" he asked.
"It's part of your Christmas present. I think it's better if it is private. This one, anyway."
"Can I open it?" I nodded for him to do so.
He ripped the paper off and found a box. He opened the box and pulled out a picture frame. He studied the picture for a moment and his eyes got so wide. The picture was of him on the left facing inward, about 3 or 4 years old, fine blond hair, knees bent gently and laughing. The other half of the picture was me on the right facing inward, bushy dark hair with my arms outstretched. We were both in the grass but the grass was a mismatch. The photoshop guy did some brushwork to adjust the grass color but he could only get it so close.
"How did you do this?" he asked. "This is why you wanted your photo albums? You planned this weeks ago?" he said, figuring out the effort. "It's beautiful, Josh. You gave us a history. We have a past," he said thoughtfully.
"Always Josh and Ty. Always," I said quietly. "Merry Christmas." His eyes turned glassy and he reached out for me and he pulled me close. He pressed his face to my shoulder.
"It's so amazing, Josh. Thank you so much. I can't believe you did this. You have no idea how this makes me feel," he said, starting to stutter lightly. I wrapped my arms around him. Our embrace was broken when mom yelled up the stairs, "Breakfast!"
We talked lightly over breakfast which mom had done up with eggs and bacon and croissants. Ty said, "I'm looking over at the tree and I don't see where Josh is getting much," and bit into a piece of bacon. Mom and Dad laughed.
"They just got you a bunch of little things to satisfy you with quantity!. I only need a few quality things," I replied. He pursed his lips. Bill chuckled.
"I told you, honey, they would get competitive over this," Dad said with satisfaction.
I'm not going to get into who all got what exactly. I got a vintage electronic football game. Bill found it somewhere. It was mint. Haven't seen one in years and I couldn't wait to give it a run. Ty got the new RayBan eyeglass frames he wanted for his next prescription. They were clear colored and would look very amazing on him.
I opened a large box and found a coat. It was a mid length car coat, light gray with black buttons. It looked so nice and Ty laughed when I said it would look good at church.
"Put it on, ba...Josh" Ty stuttered. "It will look good everywhere you wear it!". I tried it on, it was a slim fit and looked so amazing. So I could wear it with jeans or anything. "Dang, that looks good," said Ty. Ok, so I looked pretty sleek in a long coat. I would have to do something with it for New Year's. Probably everyone would wear things they got for Christmas.
"It really does," said Mom. "Good job, Ty. He really needed a nice coat. It's perfect!" she said.
"Thanks Ty. This is really classy. Maybe the nicest coat I've ever had," and he smiled.
She and Bill exchanged some little gifts. I handed Ty a small box, not mentioning what was upstairs. He pulled out a pair of new ear buds and he got so excited. So mom helped me pay for those as my little stash of cash wouldn't have come close. Well, this looked like a regular Christmas present. That picture upstairs might send a unique message. Thinking back to Jack's text - I'm out. It gave me a shiver. Bill appreciated the cufflinks I got from his men's store and he appreciated even more the fact I charged them to him because I couldn't afford them on my own.
Ty knew that mom wanted the lamps he and Tristan had cleaned up but she never settled with him so he gave them to her for Christmas. He didn't get bids on them so it wasn't really a loss. They had a row about her trying to pay him for them. Ty won and she accepted them graciously. Later that evening, they would appear on the nightstands beside her bed, replacing the old ones which were pretty old.
I tried the coat on again in the downstair's lavatory in front of the mirror, and Ty said, "I knew it would look good on you and I can't stand that little light weight thing you've been wearing. You look so sophisticated in this," and he smiled.
"I do, don't I?" I asked. "Thank you," I said from inside the downstairs bathroom.
"It's nothing like what you gave me though," he said. "I wasn't creative enough."
"Babe, you ran an online store and had a lot going on. Besides, that picture is of US. It's for us to share." I paused for a moment, not sure if I should go on with my thoughts but I did. "Ty, if anything ever happens to us, I mean ever, like, in the future or something, I will never forget. I will never ever forget how lucky I have been, I promise and that picture will always be evidence. Got it?" I said. His eyes got watery and he ran upstairs. I trailed after him.
"Hey, I'm not saying," and he stopped me. "I know you're not saying we're breaking up tomorrow. It really does make me think of always and what that means for us. I can't imagine being with anyone else. Really I can't," he said. "We were such beautiful babies, weren't we?" and I laughed.
"And now we're totally hot guys who really do have each other," I said, comforting him. "You really can't display it until at least our wedding," I said and he didn't blink an eye but then he smiled and nodded, getting my drift. He climbed onto my lap and kissed me and said, "I wish you could fuck me again like you did last night. You acted like a husband and a secret boyfriend last night." He kissed me again. "It was good, wasn't it?" He had me so turned on I could barely speak. It was going to be a long day waiting for tonight.
We had a roast chicken for dinner which we all agreed to rather than another turkey. Ty whipped mashed potatoes and roasted asparagus. Bill and I agreed we could eat most anything to get to the pumpkin pie. We watched the Bowl game that afternoon and it was all quiet. With the leftover wine, I swiped two glasses and took them upstairs to help Ty clean up his bonus room. Some leftover boxes would have to be taken to the recycle center tomorrow. We wanted to get the room ready for the new furniture, which based on Ty's pricing was acceptable and the parents agreed to flip us the funds.
It was the day after Christmas when all Hell let loose. It would be great to go a certain amount of time without any drama but that doesn't seem to be possible. Jack had texted that he was back in town and since Tristan was out of town, needed to catch up with me. I wrote back that would be great. However, it was the text from Jason Perrow that got things stirred up.
he wrote.
<Hey back. How was christmas?>
<Good. I need to see you today. Available?>
<Yeah. When?>
<Ok. In an hour>
Ty and I ran the broken down boxes to recycling. He was going with Mom to look at after-Christmas sales. I didn't mention that I was going to Jason's and that it probably involved Jack. Ty had a direct link to Tristan and I didn't want to get anything started without knowing what.
I drove over to Jason's. They had done a lot with lights and candles and their house looked very cool. I rang the bell and was greeted by his mom.
"Hi Josh, come on in. It's cold out there and I love that coat! Was it Christmas?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am, it was and I'm glad to have it on a day like this," and she giggled. You have to love these moms trying to be so cute for their son's friends.
"Jason!" she shouted up the stairs. "Josh is here to see you! Did you have a nice holiday?"
"Yes ma'am, it was good. We went to Asheville to see Ty's grandmother."
"Lovely," she responded. Jason appeared at the top of the stairs and made his way down.
"Lets go to the basement," he said, passing me abruptly. His mom raised her eyebrows as he did so. I followed him down the stairs into a large family room. You could tell it was once a regular old basement, but like Jack's house, it had been finished for "the kids." There was a shiny leather sectional with a large coffee table and a huge television mounted to the wall. There was a Foosball game along the back wall. Do people seriously play those any more?
"What is the urgency Jason? You look pissed!" I said. "It's Christmas, man. You should be enjoying it," and I gave a little chuckle.
"Nothings funny right now Josh. I guess you already know about Jack since you were the one who got him wrapped up in this shit," he said with a snarl.
"Whoa, Jason. I suggest you back the attitude up a bit. If you're upset because of something Jack told you then that's fine. But treating us all with a kind of hostility is not going to help your case at all!" I barked back. "Now what exactly is the story?" I said calming down.
"Josh, it's all fucked up now. Jack told me he's a homosexual and thinks he's in love with a boy, a boy you introduced him to. What else is there to say? What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? I mean it's a double slam from the start!"
"Well, Jason, he is YOUR best friend. You could start with toning down your opinions and try to understand what he's going through."
"What do you mean? MY best friend? Seems he has a NEW best friend."
"Soooo, the fact that he has met someone he likes doesn't replace you no more than you having a girlfriend replaces him. Again, let's walk through the play and get our arms around a strategy. First, he was born gay. It's not a phase or a sudden decision. Second, if he thinks it's time to live his life, then it's because he's tired of being alone all the time while you guys are chasing skirts up and down the street!" He remained expressionless. "I mean has it ever crossed your mind that while you guys are hooking up with the girls at the parties, he's been sitting quietly on the sidelines?"
"Well yeah I've noticed. I thought he was just shy."
"Did you ask him?"
"No."
"Well did it ever cross your mind that on the basis that he's much better looking than you, he would have had someone of his own?"
"Jack is not better looking than me!" Jason snapped.
"Yes, he is. I mean you're handsome and all, and fit, but Jack is a really hot guy."
"You seem to have formed a strong opinion on this even if I don't agree," and he started to smile for just a moment.
"It's not hard to see, Jason, but you're missing the point. Jack has a life to lead and it will be over in just another year. You all will be scattered to the wind to whichever colleges you go to and his high school memories will be watching the game in your basement while you'll have enjoyed a certain number of fucks. Tell me where that's fair?" I asked, satisfied with my argument.
"I hear what you're saying, Josh," and he plopped down on the sofa, looking like he was ready to talk. "But YOU'RE missing the point. You're talking about his need to have someone when I haven't gotten past the "gay" part yet. I didn't intend to share my deepest friendship with a homosexual. Wasn't what I was looking for at all! This is a two point problem and I can't get past "gay" yet. Do you get what I'm saying?"
"Yes, I know it's a lot to take in. And stop calling him a homosexual. It's like calling a dog that's missing a leg a "three legged dog." How long have you been best friends?"
"Since 6th grade, I guess."
"What's the bigger part of Jack? All those things you've liked about him for so long or this one point?"
"It's a big point."
"Perhaps it is and it's an important one but it's not the final score, is it? It doesn't erase everything else. This is the 21st Century Jason and he will not the only gay guy you will ever meet. Talk to your dad about it. You are going to have to deal with gay people everyday and it's just time you understand. There are gay football players, basketball players, baseball, soccer. I mean those guys could run circles around you. You won't to tell any of them they couldn't be your friend because their gay."
"Ok I know about them. I see the articles. But they don't have to care what anyone thinks."
"Yes they do. There's as much bullying in their locker rooms as there is in ours."
"I'm not a bully," Jason remarked.
"You could be at the drop of a hat. All you have to do is take one hostile action toward Jack and you would officially be a bully. I know all about them so don't get me going on that!"
"How do you know so much? Coming out of that Chatham County field, what makes you so worldly?" he asked. I stared at him until he smiled so I would know he was kidding.
"Maybe....I have a....first hand knowledge, Jason." I paused then repeated myself, "I do have first hand knowledge," I said quietly.
"HOLY FUCKING JESUS IN HEAVEN! Are you kidding me? You too? No way. You're just trying to make a point. Ok, yes, I get it. Anyone can be gay and I might not know. Point noted."
"Uhh, not really Jason. It's true. I have known about being gay since I was twelve. I set it aside for the sake of the game. I didn't want to be the gay quarterback and put up with everyone's shit so I kept it a secret. Living with Ty and Tristan has helped me understand myself a lot more. I still don't have the balls like Jack to deal with it publicly but, Jason, I'm not kidding about this," and oh my God I felt that burning in my face like I was getting emotional, "What Jack has done to let you be the first of his friends to tell, is huge. You don't realize that he has literally put you at the top of his pecking order to tell you first. You're acting like he has done you dirty when in fact he has given you the greatest honor. Can you get that?"
"Really? It's that big of a deal?" he asked with some surprise. "I forced his hand though. Someone saw him out with that guy and I demanded to know what was going on. I was fucking hard on him too. He probably hates me now anyway!"
"It is a big deal Jason. I'm so proud of him because what he's done is huge. It's his right to tell who and when and no one should take that away from him. If he admitted his feeling to you first, well that puts some responsibility in your hands as to how to respond."
"I don't know what to say. I mean, at all. What do I say to him that doesn't sound stupid?"
"Well most anything you say is going to sound stupid," I replied. Some plastic ball that he had been tossing in his hand flew at me and hit my forehead. I cracked up and so did he.
"Tell him you will do the best you can with whatever he brings you. Tell him to go slow on the details at first if you don't want to hear the "juicy" parts. Tell him you would like to meet his new guy because you want to be sure he's getting the best cuz that's what he deserves, in other words, everything you would like him to say to you. That's it," and fuck if a stupid tear didn't drop down my face.
"Josh, man. You're getting emotional. I guess that comes with being a sissy!" and I lunged across the couch at him.
"Final straw asshole!" and I put him in a headlock and he couldn't break free. I wrestled him off the couch and onto the floor. He squired and groaned. It was so funny we were laughing while we were fighting.
"Josh! Dude! You're strangling me!" and I let him go. "I'm calmer now, you did that man but what am I going to do about school? What will I do when everyone is around?"
"Respect his secret as your own. If you tell or "out" him, I will beat your ass on your little steps out front, also, I'll tell your dad what a disappointment his precious son is!" and I think he knew I wasn't playing.
"You wouldn't dare!" he barked and I nodded that I would. "I don't want to out him but," and the door to the basement opened and Jack walked down the stairs and found us on the floor.
"Hey Jason," Jack said sheepishly. "Hey Josh, didn't expect to see you! What's up man?" and he gave me the "bro" handshake. I stood up from the floor.
"Good to see you man. Can't wait to hear about your trip but you need to sit down," I suggested, and sat down and patted the cushion beside me. Jason resumed his end of the sectional leaning back against the sofa arm.
"He's mad isn't he? I'm going to catch hell, aren't I?" he asked, looking at me and pointing back to Jason who hadn't said anything. I looked to Jason to start it off.
"Listen Jack, I think it's best I work backwards on this. Tell me about Tristan," he said flat faced, almost fatherly. Jack looked so shocked I wished I had taken a pic with my phone.
"He is so amazing, Jason. I don't know where to begin," Jack started off.
After an hour of questions and answers, I think we were all at a good point and worn out to boot. By the time we finished, Jason's mom asked if we would like to stay and have some leftover dinner with them. She said having a bunch of boys around the table would be fun for Jason's younger brother and sister. And, of course, there was leftover turkey. I texted mom and Ty to tell them where I was. Mom said to have fun. Ty said "report to me as soon as you get in." That caused me to crack up.
In the end, Jason and Jack were in a better place and it was a relief. The whole experience was enlightening because Bryce had been so much easier, maybe since he caught us "red handed" so to speak. Neither Jack nor I said anything about my relationship with Ty and I have mixed feelings about it. I'm not ashamed of our relationship at all or to say I love him in any way but I thought it might be a big pill to force down Jason's throat while he was coming to grips with his best friend. What would this discussion look like with my friends back home? Lisa and Bryce were already in the mix. Micah knows. Gigi figured it out. My father knows. Still, it was the Brecks that scared me most.
I was happy that Jason gave Jack a reprieve for New Years so that he could come with Tristan to Lisa's party as a date. It would be Jack's first public date and I could only imagine what that meant to Tristan. It was going to be so cool for them. New Years is going to be so cool for all of us, as long as we keep the drama parked on the back lot, so to speak!
When I got home, Ty met me in the kitchen. I think he was a little sore that I had been gone but it was unplanned.
"Have fun?" he asked.
"It's big Ty," I said.
"I know," he said. "I see it every other night, remember?" and I cracked up.
"Not that! Jack has come out to Jason and I had to walk him through it. I pulled a "Dr. Phil" this afternoon. It was hard but rather incredible," I said, leading up the stairs. I looked into the future den and it was remarkably clean. It was all ready for furniture. Ok, maybe I was harsh saying he was a lazy ass about yard work because his inside skills were on point. We went into his room and I rehashed the whole thing, and was quick to include there was no kissing this time. I also described how Jack described Tristan to Jason and Ty grabbed his heart. I told him to cut that shit out and he laughed. I thought it was best Ty not tell Tristan about any of that. That would be Jack's right to do so and he agreed. Ty was so excited about New Years Eve and seeing them together. The last thing he said before I put one amazing fuck on him, literally, standing, and leaning over the bed, was that he would be selecting my outfit for the night. "Of course, honey," I said, knowing my place:)
Next Chapter - New Years Eve