father and only wants what's best for you," she soothed as she closed the door.
"No, he doesn't, Mom. He wants what's best for him and his precious reputation. A gay son just doesn't fit in with his world view." Preston opened the closet near the door and pulled his coat off a hanger. "Let's get out of here while he's still on the phone."
"Preston, you can't leave. Your father invited someone to dinner for you to meet."
"That's why I'm leaving, Mom." Preston shrugged on his coat.
"Where do you think you're going?" Stone turned toward the sound of the booming voice and saw a large man who had to be Preston's father. "You're expected for dinner, and I have someone you're going to meet."
Preston turned toward his father, glaring at him. "No, I'm not, Dad. I'm tired of you shoving these air-headed, big-boobed bimbos at me. I'm gay and it's not going to change."
"Bullshit. You just haven't met the right woman yet."
Stone found himself rolling his eyes in sympathy. That sounded so much like his own father, except his father had punctuated his point by slapping Stone on the head until he saw stars.
Stone's initial reaction was to back away from Preston's father just like he'd backed away from his own. Then he stepped forward and leaned down to Preston, saying, "No big-boobed bimbo is going to take you away from me!" Without thinking further, he leaned down and slammed his lips against Preston's. At first, Preston stiffened and tried to pull away, but Stone kept kissing and then felt those firm, hot lips part slightly. For a second, he forgot he was standing in Preston's house with both his parents looking on and just went with the feel and taste of Preston's lips against his. A hand on his shoulder pulled Stone back to reality, and he pulled away. Stone looked at Preston and saw his eyes widen, both of them breathing hard.
Preston was the first to recover. "Let's go."
Stone glanced away from Preston and saw the shocked look on his parents' faces. Jasper helped Preston out of the door and down the few steps to the sidewalk. Once on the concrete, they moved quickly, and soon Preston was in the truck between Stone and Jasper. Doors closed, and they pulled out and down the driveway. As soon as they reached the road, all three of them broke into fits of laughter, with Preston resting against Stone's shoulder, laughing the hardest.
"Why did you do that?" He was still laughing, but the mirth had begun to die away.
"I figured if he saw you kiss another guy, he might actually believe you were gay." That might have been why he'd done it, but Stone could still feel the tingle of Preston's lips against his. "I think he got the point." Maybe Preston was mad at him and he shouldn't have done it; it had been a gut reaction, and his rashness had gotten him into trouble before.
"No kidding, I don't think I can ever remember my father being stunned speechless before."
They all settled down, and Stone felt Preston bump their shoulders together. "Thank you."
"For what? Kissing you? It was no problem." Stone felt shy and looked out the window.
He'd liked the kiss, it was pretty incredible, but he was sure it didn't mean anything, at least to Preston. He'd done it on a whim, but when he was kissing Preston, he felt something. His body had reacted and he'd felt himself get hard as a rock. Jasper and Preston started talking about something that filled the space, and Stone gazed out the window, hypersensitive to everywhere that Preston's body touched his. And after what seemed like a split second, Jasper pulled the truck into the drive at the farm.
The truck stopped, and Stone slid out, letting Preston scoot over. Carefully, Stone pulled the wheelchair out of the truck bed, assembled it, and held it steady while Jasper helped Preston as he shifted into it. A phone began to ring, and Preston shifted in his chair. Digging for it, he checked the display and shoved it back in his pocket. "He'll never leave me alone." The phone stopped
"No, he doesn't, Mom. He wants what's best for him and his precious reputation. A gay son just doesn't fit in with his world view." Preston opened the closet near the door and pulled his coat off a hanger. "Let's get out of here while he's still on the phone."
"Preston, you can't leave. Your father invited someone to dinner for you to meet."
"That's why I'm leaving, Mom." Preston shrugged on his coat.
"Where do you think you're going?" Stone turned toward the sound of the booming voice and saw a large man who had to be Preston's father. "You're expected for dinner, and I have someone you're going to meet."
Preston turned toward his father, glaring at him. "No, I'm not, Dad. I'm tired of you shoving these air-headed, big-boobed bimbos at me. I'm gay and it's not going to change."
"Bullshit. You just haven't met the right woman yet."
Stone found himself rolling his eyes in sympathy. That sounded so much like his own father, except his father had punctuated his point by slapping Stone on the head until he saw stars.
Stone's initial reaction was to back away from Preston's father just like he'd backed away from his own. Then he stepped forward and leaned down to Preston, saying, "No big-boobed bimbo is going to take you away from me!" Without thinking further, he leaned down and slammed his lips against Preston's. At first, Preston stiffened and tried to pull away, but Stone kept kissing and then felt those firm, hot lips part slightly. For a second, he forgot he was standing in Preston's house with both his parents looking on and just went with the feel and taste of Preston's lips against his. A hand on his shoulder pulled Stone back to reality, and he pulled away. Stone looked at Preston and saw his eyes widen, both of them breathing hard.
Preston was the first to recover. "Let's go."
Stone glanced away from Preston and saw the shocked look on his parents' faces. Jasper helped Preston out of the door and down the few steps to the sidewalk. Once on the concrete, they moved quickly, and soon Preston was in the truck between Stone and Jasper. Doors closed, and they pulled out and down the driveway. As soon as they reached the road, all three of them broke into fits of laughter, with Preston resting against Stone's shoulder, laughing the hardest.
"Why did you do that?" He was still laughing, but the mirth had begun to die away.
"I figured if he saw you kiss another guy, he might actually believe you were gay." That might have been why he'd done it, but Stone could still feel the tingle of Preston's lips against his. "I think he got the point." Maybe Preston was mad at him and he shouldn't have done it; it had been a gut reaction, and his rashness had gotten him into trouble before.
"No kidding, I don't think I can ever remember my father being stunned speechless before."
They all settled down, and Stone felt Preston bump their shoulders together. "Thank you."
"For what? Kissing you? It was no problem." Stone felt shy and looked out the window.
He'd liked the kiss, it was pretty incredible, but he was sure it didn't mean anything, at least to Preston. He'd done it on a whim, but when he was kissing Preston, he felt something. His body had reacted and he'd felt himself get hard as a rock. Jasper and Preston started talking about something that filled the space, and Stone gazed out the window, hypersensitive to everywhere that Preston's body touched his. And after what seemed like a split second, Jasper pulled the truck into the drive at the farm.
The truck stopped, and Stone slid out, letting Preston scoot over. Carefully, Stone pulled the wheelchair out of the truck bed, assembled it, and held it steady while Jasper helped Preston as he shifted into it. A phone began to ring, and Preston shifted in his chair. Digging for it, he checked the display and shoved it back in his pocket. "He'll never leave me alone." The phone stopped
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