Life After College

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Chapter 6

Around three o’clock in the morning, I rolled over to Dicky’s side of the bed to find it empty. I got up and walked downstairs. I checked the den and the livingroom. I finally found him in the kitchen sitting at the table with a slice of sweet potato pie in front of him. “A little late for pie, isn’t it?” Dicky just smiled and pulled out a chair next to him. I sat down and he put his arm around me. “What’s the matter?” I asked him.

“Me and my dad used to sneak in the kitchen late at night and take a slice of mama’s pies the night before thanksgiving and talk to each other.” He chuckled. “She would get so mad when we’d do that. But dad would just stand up, give her big a hug, and kiss her on the cheek. After that, she’d forget all about it.”

I smiled. “What happened to your father?” I asked.

“He died two years ago. Heart attack.” I reached on my shoulder and rubbed his hand that was there.

“I’m sorry.” We were quiet for a while, so I decided to change the subject. “I love your mother. She’s a great woman.”

Dicky smiled. “Yeah. She’s something.” He ran his hand through my hair and I leaned back onto his shoulder. “I’m going to miss the times I shared with my father, but I like this too.” I chuckled as I leaned towards the table and took his fork from his hands.

“Well good luck trying to wake me up at three in the morning next time. I don’t think this will happen again.” I took a bite of the pie.

He leaned forward. “Oh, I have ways of waking you up.” He watched me as I cut another piece and ate it. “I don’t remember telling you, you could eat my pie.” I smiled as I chewed, then cut another piece and delicately moved it near his lips. Dicky slowly ate from the fork.

“That’s because I didn’t ask............sweetpea.”

“Not funny. My mom named me that because I used to love to eat peas when I was a kid.” I stopped cutting at the pie and stared at him.

“You loved peas? Even as a child? Wow, you’re a rare breed.”

“And you playing Dungeons and Dragons with your mom -of all people- was normal?” We both laughed. He kissed me before he dumped the remaining pie in the trash. “Come on,” he said as he reached out his hand. “Lets go to bed.”

Thanksgiving Day rolled around and Dicky’s sisters came home early that morning. The women were in the kitchen preparing the food, Paul and Nathan were in the den watching the Macy’s Parade, and Dicky and I were in his room................it’s not what you’d think. “Is that her again?!” Dicky asked me. My cell phone made a noise, which meant I had a message waiting on me. Well, it beeped eight times.........each time was Jessica. Dicky let it slide the first two times I excused myself from the den with the rest of the family to talk to her, but the other six........... “Damn it, Drew!”

“What do you want me to do?! Tell her go away, stop calling, I’m busy right now?! She’s going through a rough time right now, Richard!” We tried to keep our voices low, but at times we got carried away.

“Yes! That’s exactly what I want you to do!”

“You’re playing that jealousy card again!”

“Maybe I am!”

“Well, you need to get over it! For crying out loud, I’m not.........” I lowered my voice. “I’m not fucking her, so what’s the problem?”

“She’s the problem!”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going to stand here and listen to this shit anymore.” I walked to the door.

“There you go. Walking off again whenever things get too tough to handle. Well, go on and leave. But I’m not going to chase after you again. I’m not a sad little puppy you can just boss around.”

“No. You’re just an asshole.” I walked out the room.

Me and Dicky didn’t speak until time for dinner. Even then, you couldn’t really call it talking. My phone kept vibrating in my hand and I continuously checked my text message to see what she sent. “Enough with the phone already.” Dicky whispered to me.

“Shut up.” I whispered back. Dicky didn’t speak to me the rest of dinner. In fact, when we started cleaning up our plates, Dicky was nowhere to be found. I found him outside on the porch sitting on the old swing.

I sighed deeply and walked over to him and stood with my hands in my pockets looking at him. “Ok.” I said. “Let me have it.”

He sat back and looked in my face. “Drew, this isn’t funny.”

“I know. That’s why I’m not laughing.”

He was silent for a while, then he sighed. “I love Jessica. More than anybody could love a close friend. I mean, we’re Sofia’s guardians. But I’m losing you to her, because of her problems. Suddenly, our marriage went from talking about our day and making love, to what has happened to the Graves’ family this time. I don’t want to be jealous, because she needs someone to talk to and you need someone other than me to talk to and trust, but I’m starting to. All your free time is with Jessica on that damn phone all the time. What happened to no one will take me away from you? What happened to just you and me for three days? Baby, I can’t even get three days with you anymore. What about me, Andrew? I’m your husband, your lover, your life partner, and I’m the one fighting for your attention?” I could see tears in Dicky’s eyes. Dicky never was really a crier. That’s why it didn’t shock me when he quickly got rid of them. I kneeled down before him and placed my hands on the sides of his neck.

“I swear, I will never EVER do this to you again. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to abandon you. I just wanted to be Jessica’s friend.”

“I know you do. And I’m not saying that you should completely cut yourself off from her, just not so much that it affects people around you.”

I leaned close to him and hugged him. “I promise, I won’t make you feel like this again.” I pulled away just barely enough to look into his eyes. “Forgive me?”

Dicky curled his lips. “Maybe. If you get me a turkey sandwich.”

I looked at him stunned. “A what?”

“Come on, baby. I’ll share it with you?” I sighed, but went and did it anyway.

That night, everyone went to bed with overly full stomachs. Vivian woke up in the middle of the night -this family really has problems staying asleep- and checked on everyone. I guess it’s that mother’s inherent aptitude that makes her want to make sure everyone is okay. Christina and her son Nathan had to leave shortly after the dinner because of a new shipment of paintings were coming in the morning and she had to look at and critique them before she put them on display. So that left Diana and her husband and us. She checked on them and they were laying together sleeping, so she walked to the end of the hall to Dicky’s room. She cracked the door to peak in and to anyone doing a quick glance at us, would’ve thought we were just sleeping -Dicky rested behind my back with his arms wrapped around my waist- but we weren’t. She looked at her son’s hips under the covers and realized they were rolling against me. She saw his hands slowly caressing my arms, and kissing my bare shoulder. She saw my back arching against him and my face turned into the pillow. She even heard the grunts and moans. She slowly shut the door.

The next morning, Diana and Paul left for home. By nine o’clock, we were the only ones left. Vivian had fixed eggs, leftover slices of turkey with turkey gravy, and biscuits for breakfast. She never liked fixing food for a small group and not fix the plates. In a way, I felt kind of bad. Why should she do all the cooking and fixing of plates? I tried to tell her to let me help, but she refused and spanked me with her apron cord all the way to my seat. When she was done passing out plates, we started to eat.

“So,” Vivian started as she gathered eggs on her fork. “I saw a little tension between you two at the dinner yesterday. Are you fellas alright?”

Dicky was still chewing his food. “We’re fine mama.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” I told her as I picked up my fork. “We’re fine.”

She chuckled while looking down at her plate. “I figured you were. Whatever quarrels you two may have had, I’m sure were squashed last night. Weren’t they, boys?” She didn’t ask it as a question, but as a sure fact. That’s why Dicky’s mouth gapped and I dropped my fork. “A mother knows everything.” She said chuckling. “Especially in her own house.” Dicky and I turned two shades of red.

After breakfast was over, Dicky showed me to their big back yard and we walked hand in hand, admiring the scenery. “So, tell me about your life at home in New York.” He asked me.

“Alright. What do you want to know?”

“Everything. When did you first know you liked boys?”

I sighed and tried to think back. “Probably when I started high school in the eighth grade. Before then, I used to occasionally talk to girls. Second period, was english class. My teacher, Mr. Dobson was probably the best english teacher in the world. He was very cute too. Before I knew it, I developed a crush on him.”

Dicky laughed. “You’ve always had a thing for teachers, haven’t you? First Cambridge, now I hear about Mr. Dobson from nine years ago?”

I laughed. “But I end up marrying a cop.” Then I got serious. “I guess I always knew what I was. It just wasn’t until I got old enough to understand, was when I was finally able put it into words. When I was a teenager, other boys were sneaking off to watch dirty Playboy movies, and I was jerking off to Wrestle Mania. To this very day, I still believe my mother knew about me, but just refused to admit it. I’d sneak off to her room and try on makeup, refused to play or watch sports, preferred fitted clothes compared to the baggy types, I use way too many hand gestures, and she’s found Playgirl magazines under my mattress on numerous occasion.”

“You really think she noticed?”

“Yes. But because of the strict, conservative neighborhood we lived in, she never confronted me about it. She’d been too afraid of what the people in the neighborhood would think. My father never knew.” Tears started to form in my eyes. “I miss them so much, Dicky.”

“Have you mailed them since they found out?”

“Yes. Everyday. They would end up just like all my letters to invite them for our wedding— sent back unopened.” Tears started to silently roll down my face. Dicky grabbed me and hugged me tightly. “I really want their approval, Dicky. I want them to be happy for me. Why can’t they be happy for me?”

“They will.” He answered as he rubbed my back.

Vivian sent us back with a basket full of sandwiches and her made from scratch biscuits. Throughout the entire flight back home, I kept trying to eat all of them. Dicky had to hide the basket so I couldn’t reach it. “Calm down, baby. You’ll be as big as all outside if you keep that up.”

“You’ll still love me if I’d gain weight, wouldn’t you?” I asked with a mouth full of food.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe? You’d better.” When we got back home, we were so exhausted, we went right upstairs and slept.

One Saturday morning, I woke up to Dicky’s loud chuckling. “Wow. I can’t believe it’s really you.” He said on the phone. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, with his back facing me. “Really?.........When do you go back?........Sure. That would be great.......... I’ll see you then, Kevin.” He hung up the phone.

“And who is Kevin?” I asked. It was meant to come out as a simple, harmless question, but instead it sounded a bit on the jealous side.

Dicky turned around and looked at me. “Kevin’s just an old friend from back home. He came into town the other day and I invited him over our house to talk tonight.”
“Is he gay?” I asked.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Just wondering if this was an old friend or an old friend.”

“Baby, don’t be jealous.”

“I’m not. I just want to know what kind of relationship you two had, since friend can mean so many different things nowadays.” I shrugged. “Simple question.”

Dicky sighed and walked out the bedroom. I jumped out of bed and followed him. “Why are you walking away from me?”

Dicky started down the stairs. “Because you’re starting to sound like the jealous wife. I only told you one thing about Kevin – you don’t even know his last name– and you’re already passing judgment on him. Geez, and you say I was playing the jealousy card with you and Jessica?”

“Fine. I won’t do it anymore. Just answer the question.”

We stopped in the hall. “Yes. Alright? Yes, he’s gay and yes, we dated years ago. Anything else claim your attention?”

I directed my eyes toward the ceiling and thought about it. “No.”

Dicky shook his head and sighed. “Good. Now can I have my breakfast and watch my ESPN in peace? WITHOUT the third degree?” I didn’t say anything. I just folded my arms over my chest and put this pout on my face. He shook his head again and walked off.

Dicky’s POV

When I left Drew in the hallway, I knew he was pissed. But I wasn’t about to apologize. The guy has the largest amount of jealousy I’ve ever seen in one person. Humph, the more I thought about, the funnier it was to me. I started to find it cute that Andrew was so OVERLY protective of our relationship.

A commercial came on and I got up and walked to the kitchen to quickly put my cereal bowl in the sink before Sports Center came back on. There, I saw Drew sitting at the island with the phone to his ear; probably talking to Jessica no doubt. I dumped the bowl and tried to kiss him on his cheek, but he pushed me off. “Get off me.” I just laughed and snatched the phone from his hands. He tried to get it back, but I pinned him against me with my other arm.

“Hello? Is this Jessica?”

“Yeah. Hey Richard.”

“Listen Jessica, can Drew call you back in say.......an hour or so?”

Jessica chuckled. She knew what I was talking about. “I’ll be here.”

“Thanks.” I hung up the phone.

“What do you think gives you the right to take the phone from me while I was using it?” Drew asked me. He is so cute when he’s angry. His breathing gets heavy and he starts to blush a rosy red. It reminds me a lot of what he looks like when we make love.

“I don’t need any rights, baby. We’re married.” I backed him up to the kitchen counter.

“Back up, Dicky.”

“No.” I said very simply. I pressed my pelvis into him.

“Damn it, Di.......” He couldn’t finish his sentence before I kissed him deeply. He moaned and fell into the kiss. When I stopped, he whispered, “You son of a bitch.”

I smiled. “I’m your little bitch, aren’t I baby?” I purred in his ear as I sucked on his neck and ran my hands under his briefs and grabbed his ass.

Drew tossed his head back and bit his lip. “Yes, you are.”

When I was sure I made a large enough love bruise on his neck, I pulled his t-shirt off and his briefs, then spun him around to face the sink. Pushing my boxer/briefs down and greasing my shaft with pre-come, I slid inside my lover. Drew gripped the edge of the sink and moaned. “Oh Dicky.” He breathed. I grabbed his hips and slowly started to fuck him. To ever be able to tell you how good it feels to be inside someone’s body........ you would’ve had to have experienced it for yourself. Drew was perfect. Everything from his smooth tan skin, harmonious voice, head full of short luscious dark curls, to his lean and fit warm body was the epitome of perfection. Now, we’ve made love plenty of times before, and it always surprises me that Drew could be so tight every time.

Andrew became more vocal and to keep himself from collapsing, he reached for the nobs at the sink, but ended up turning the water on. I kept my firm grip on his hips and I continued to slam into my lover. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes as the sounds of skin-to-skin contact and moans spread throughout the house.

I could tell Drew was going to fall at any minute, so I grabbed him by the waist and managed to get us down on the floor, with his back still facing me, and I bashed him into completion. Underneath me, I could feel him give the deepest, throatiest, most sexually gratified, moan and shudder. “Richard.” Just feeling him shake and moan my name like that, caused me to come twice.


Chapter 7 coming up next! R&R.