Justin & Youri

7.
Youri held Justin close with one arm, resting his head on the other one behind his head. Justin was breathing calmly, keeping his eyes close, lying with his head on Youri’s shoulder. Only his slow caresses proved he wasn’t sleeping.
“That was utterly delicious,” Youri finally said with a deep, pleased sigh. “Just how I always expected it to be.”

Tilting his head back a bit, Justin looked at his lover’s face. “Just how you expected? What do you mean? Were the others bad for you?”

“No, not bad,” Youri shrugged, pecking a kiss on the man’s lips. “They never got that far, that’s all.”

“What...?” Justin pushed up, looking down on him. “You said you loved cock...”

“Oh, I do! Want to see them?” Without waiting for an answer, he crawled up, opening his drawer. “Here they are... My big substitutes.”

Justin stared at the silicone cocks, his jaw dropped. “Toys,” he said, finally blinking. “You masturbated with toys.”

“Yes.” Youri slapped one in his hand, and put them away again.

“Just with toys? You never actually had a real cock?”

“Not there, no...” By now, Justin should know he was a bit thick-headed. He had no clue the man was shocked. “I sucked, but only when the other was wearing a rubber. Dunno, it never got that far.”

“Youri, you were a virgin!” Quickly, Justin lowered his voice, as he almost shouted. “You were a virgin,” he repeated, with an urgent whisper.

“Barely! Did you see the size of those things?”

“That’s not... Oh gods, Youri.” Justin pulled him between his arms, kissing him softly. “It’s not the same to fuck yourself with a dildo. Being a virgin means you never had sex like... like we just had. You should’ve told me!”

“I didn’t know it was important!” Youri pouted, picking at a few of Justin’s chest hairs. “All that mattered was that I could handle you...”

“I would have been a lot gentler if you had told me,” muttered Justin. “You let me lunge inside you, just like that. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.” Poking his lover in his stomach, Youri tried to lighten up the mood. “You didn’t hurt me, silly... I came like crazy, didn’t I? It was a lot better than with those toys, I promise. I’ve always wanted to be fucked while I came, but I always cramp up... I can never move those things anymore. I loved it. But you made a mess of me.”

Justin gave him a long, hard stare, before he was finally convinced. “Alright,” he gave in. “I believe you. And you made a mess of your bed yourself, so don’t blame me for being dirty.” He snuggled up, relaxing again. His hands slid down to Youri’s bum, gently kneading the cheeks. “You’re a dirty little piggy. You sure squeal like one when you’re having fun...”

“Yes. Hum. My mum told me to be quiet, but I broke that promise... Do you think your parents heard me?”

Laughing, Justin nodded. “I’m afraid they did. I think I have some explanation to do when I get home. Oh well,” he added with a shrug, “I don’t mind. Come here, you... I want kisses.”

Youri obeyed with pleasure, rolling on top of his larger lover to give him a passionate, lingering kiss. He still felt wonderful. It lasted for minutes, and he would bring it to the next level if it wasn’t his mother knocking on the door.

“Are you decent, Youri?”

“No!” Youri jerked his head away, quickly looking at the mess -and the naked man on the wet, crumpled sheets. “Not at all!” he added. “Shit... I thought you were going to the groceries!”

“I guess I will do that now,” said his mother triumphantly. “You two clean up and tidy that bed, alright? You owe me, since you screamed the whole neighborhood together. Do we have a deal? Justin, make sure Youri cleans up, okay?”

“Alright, Anne,” laughed Justin. He pulled Youri down for another kiss. “Better do what she says,” he murmured against the wet lips, winking at him. “Shall we shower together?”

“I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself,” said Youri.

“Good... That’s just what I wanted to hear.”

They had barely finished changing the bed when Youri’s mother came back. They were both exhausted, spent, but utterly satisfied after the second session under the shower. Youri was a little sore, too. He loved it. It proved he really had been fucked by the man he had been dreaming about for the past five, long years.

Downstairs, Anne was making tea. “Hello boys... Oh, look at you two. Happy?”

“Very,” nodded Youri with a persistent grin. He walked up to his mum, trying to look guilty. “I’m sorry I made such a noise, mum... I promised to keep quiet, but I simply couldn’t.”

Mum laughed, taking him in a firm embrace. “It’s okay, darling,” she said softly. “I’m very glad you and Justin had such a great time. I know it was your first time. And you...” She beckoned Justin to come closer, and pulled his head down to give him a kiss. “You better take good care of my baby-boy, big guy.”

“Oh, I will,” grinned Justin. “I’ve been waiting to get him, and I won’t let go now I finally have him. Anne... I know you and Youri are very close. Do you think you will be able to let him move out, ever?”

Pushing the two away, mum finished the tea and walked to the table. “I’ll cry a little,” she said, seriously. “But I can’t keep him around forever, like Mary can’t keep you home, so I certainly give you two my blessing. I already told Youri. I heard you were looking for a house?”

“I’ll make appointments tomorrow,” nodded Justin. “I want Youri and Elliott to come with me. Elliott needs some space and a garden, and I want a second dog to keep him company. We can look for a house nearby...”

“Not too close, I hope!” Sipping the tea, Anne looked at both men. “It would be great to visit you, but not every day. Will you tell Mary?”

“Of course. She’ll cry,” shrugged Justin. “More than a little, I’m afraid.” He sighed deeply, seeking out Youri’s hand under the table. “I’ll tell her right away.” He finished his cup of tea, and stood up. “See you tomorrow, tiny... Anne,” he nodded politely at mum.

Youri and his mother stayed behind. Youri looked up from under his eyelashes, a little bashfully. “You really are okay with it, aren’t you?”

“I’m a modern mother,” said Anne firmly. “Of course I am okay with you and Justin being together. Every parent dreams of the day when their children find someone to love. Don’t you worry about me, young man; it’s about time you leave. Then I can go out and date men myself.”

“Mum!” Youri looked shocked. His mother had never dated anyone, since his father died. The idea of having another man playing his father was impossible to imagine. “Better be careful,” he muttered.

His mother chuckled, but didn’t say anything. She winked at him, drinking her tea. When Youri said he was going to take some rest, she simply nodded. Maybe she already met someone, he thought as he went upstairs. She looked dreamily.

*

The next morning, Youri woke up with Elliott curled up next to him, and a warm pressure against his back. He turned surprised, finding his big lover under the blankets, fully dressed, unshaven and appearing to be sleeping. He sat up and looked down on him, trying to think of a reason. “Mary kicked you out, didn’t she?”

Justin opened one eye, and sighed. “Almost,” he mumbled. “Didn’t you hear her?”

“No... I slept quite deeply. Oh man... Was she mad at you? What happened?”

Justin rolled on his back, kicking the sheets off. “She asked me if we had a row, since she had heard you. I told her the truth. I told her we had been making love instead of having a fight. I told her we’ve been in love with each other even before I left. I said I wanted to find a house as soon as possible, to live with you, and to start a family of some sort. I tried to convince her I am happy. But she stopped listening as soon as she realized I’m in love with a guy.”

Youri stared at him, idly stroking Elliott’s belly. “Oh man...” he sighed again. “She didn’t even know you’re gay? And then what happened? When did you come here?”

“She began to cry and scream at me.” Justin stepped out of bed, to undress to his shorts. He returned, pulling Youri against him for comfort. “Dad asked me to go away so he could talk to her. I tried to reason with her, Youri... but it only made it worse. She accused me of things I can’t even repeat. In the end she said she always wanted to have grandchildren, and that she would never accept my choice.” He shivered at the memory. “I didn’t expect it to be this bad, tiny...”

Youri didn’t know want to say. Holding the sad man against his chest, he caressed the stubble on his cheeks, feeling bad for him. Stupid Mary... he expected her to hate him, but not to kick out her own son.

“I left shortly after that accusation,” continued Justin. “I simply couldn’t stand it anymore. She has been so scared when I was at war... and now I’m back, I’m alive, and she wants me to be dead because I can’t give her grandchildren.”

“Surely she didn’t mean it like that?” Youri asked, shocked to hear him saying it. Damn... Compared to his ‘modern mother’, Mary was an utter mean bitch!

“I hope she didn’t mean it.” Justin relaxed a little, now he was comfortable with Youri, but his voice was still soft and sad. “I hope she’ll calm down. I know I won’t be able to live with her anymore, that’s for sure.”

Youri had no idea how buying a house would work. One thing he knew for sure; Justin wouldn’t be able to move out and live on his own within a day. They had furniture to buy. Silly he was thinking about curtains and carpets now... “Mum let you in, I guess? So she already knows?”

“Yes. She was already waiting for me. She said she had heard everything. Your mum is nosy, isn’t she?”

“Yeah.” Despite the situation, Youri laughed. “Yes, she is. So now what, Justin? Will you stay here, with me? Next door to your parents? It’s not really ideal, is it?”

“Not ideal, no...” Justin could only agree. “Until she can bear to talk normal to me, it’s the only thing I can come up with though. You will go with me, looking for a house, won’t you? I never asked you, did I? Do you even want to live with me? Did you ever think about it?”

Smiling, Youri pulled him closer for a moment. “You worry too much about me,” he said. “You were too afraid to tell me how you felt, and now you’re afraid I only want to be your boyfriend? I know you’re looking for wife-and-kids. Or something like that. You really have no idea how much it hurt me when I understood you wrong.”

“So that means you want to be my man? And we’re going to have puppies?”

“It means we’re going to have puppies,” nodded Youri, still amused. “And I’ll be your man.” And he would have an evil mother in law. Just like it was supposed to be.