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I almost let Bobby Matthews take my
virginity today.
Rue looked at the words on his LiveJournal blog. He kinda couldn't
believe he'd actually written them, but then again, he kinda couldn't believe
he'd let Bobby get him naked and pin him to the guestroom bed in Bobby's
mother's boyfriend's condo. Bobby wasn’t scary like the other guy who’d tried to
get in Rue’s pants. He had nice strong hands but he used them gently and he’d
kissed the side of Rue’s neck until all Rue could do was shiver and moan and
writhe against the plum colored duvet on the plush, king-sized bed and wish
Bobby would reach around his waist and just touch him one time.
Just once, cause that’s all it would take
and then Rue woulda been screaming and shooting his spunk all over the covers.
Probably best they hadn’t done that, cause Rue was pretty sure that woulda left
a stain on the duvet, and then Bobby woulda had to explain and then Rue’s mom
woulda got a “concerned” phone call and shit… it woulda been shit, because even
though Bobby’s hands stroked Rue’s skin just right, and even though his kisses
were hot slick perfection he wasn’t Woe.
Rue was holding out for Woe.
I’m
glad he forgot to warm the lube up, cause the cold stuff hitting my ass snapped
me outta the crazy sex-spell he’d put me under and shut my little head up long
enough for my big head to get a word in edgewise… and trust me, that fucker was
screaming for me to get the fuck up off the bed and not piss Bobby off and
wondering how the fuck I got myself into that position in the first place—
“Rue, hon, it’s time for dinner.” His mom’s
voice echoed cheerily up the stairs. Rue minimized his screen in a panic before
he remembered that he’d locked his door before he started trying to put his
thoughts into words.
“Uh, yeah, ma, I’ll be right there.” Rue
walked over to the door, unlocked it and cracked it open before shouting. Pushing it shut behind him he moved back to
his desk, maximized the LiveJournal screen and then went about the process of
saving his entry as a draft before he signed out of his account. He’d finish up
later on tonight. Like maybe after his mom was asleep. Writing about what he’d
done today with Bobby… well, he just didn’t really want to deal with his mom
tapping on his door while he was using his fist to stroke himself and
pretending he’d been with Woe instead and everything had been perfect.
Um, eww.
“Rue, get off that computer and get down
here right now.” Rue could hear the exasperation in his mom’s voice. He winced,
because she really hated hollering from the foot of the stairs, and this was
gonna cost him at least an hour of playing some stupid board game or several
hands of Uno before his mom felt like they’d “connected” enough. He gave an
exaggerated all over body shiver, and powered down his laptop.
Holy crap, parents could be so demanding.
Rue pounded down the stairs, swung around
the corner, fell through the kitchen doorway and collapsed into his chair. His
mother turned from the stove, one sleek black eyebrow rising toward her
hairline and transforming her expression into a classic look of loving disapproval.
“Could you maybe walk down the stairs next time there, sir?”
A sheepish grin crept across Rue’s face as
he straightened in his seat. “Sure, ma. Sorry.”
His mom’s smile softened her face back
into being simply loving. “Okay. I just would like to have a few more years to
get the current mortgage paid down before I have to take out a new one to
repair all the things you’ve broken by rampaging around like a bull in a china
shop.”
Rue blinked at his mom. “Really ma? A bull
in a china shop?”
His mom laughed, little smile lines
creasing the corners of her eyes. She pulled open the dish cabinet door and
took down two plates. “I made Chicken Alfredo.”
Rue’s stomach growled. “Is that what
smells so good?” He moaned in happiness. God, he loved his mom’s Chicken
Alfredo. She made it with fresh basil and garlic and when she plated it up
sprinkled shredded mozzarella and parmesan cheese over the top. She sometimes
put slices of ripe plum tomatoes along the edges. Rue moaned again. His mom
snorted. “Hang tough over there, son. Sustenance is nearly yours.”
Then she was setting the plates down, and
she’d put the tomatoes on and—God, sometimes Rue remembered just how good he
had it. He wanted to talk to her because he’d always told her everything, but
this was really private stuff. And he didn’t want to get Bobby in trouble. And
he paid attention in health class and he knew all about STD’s and even if Bobby
had remembered to warm the lube and he’d given it up this afternoon he was
pretty sure he’d have remembered to make Bobby put a condom on.
Maybe.
But who could he talk to about—
Thirteen more days. Really just twelve and
a wake-up, and then Woe would be home and he could ask him. Rue knew Woe would
give it to him straight—
He snickered, then looked up from his
plate, fork hanging from his hand in mid-air, and shook his head at his mom. “Nothing.
Sorry.”
She quirked that eyebrow at him again, but
didn’t say anything, seeming content to just eat in silence. Rue thanked every
star in the heavens for that, cause he really didn’t think he was capable of
holding a decent conversation right now. He’d been unable to stop the snicker
when he realized how dirty Woe giving it to him straight sounded… and oh, god
he was getting a boner at the table with his mom sitting right there.
Rue’s face turned bright red.
“Hon, are you okay? I didn’t put anything
really spicy in the Alfredo this time, I promise.” His mom’s mouth was turning
down at the corners. He couldn’t stand to see that look on her face. She was so
tired most of the time, and even though she told him all the time how much she
loved both her jobs Rue didn’t want to add even a little bit to that burden.
Not if he could help it. “Ah. No. Just thought of something real embarrassing—and
no, before you ask, I don’t wanna talk about it. Not ever. Not. Ever.”
Thankfully his mom took him at his word,
letting the topic drop. By the time she served sliced pears for dessert, his
other issue had ceased rearing its ugly head too. Not that Rue really thought
LBR (little big Rue) had an ugly head, but he was very happy he could get up
from the table without the grossness of his mom seeing him with a hard-on.
Geez.
He was pretty sure they’d both be scarred
for life.
