I awoke, as usual of late, in my new boyfriend but long-time roommate, Roger Davis' arms. We had been together for a few months at that point; since Roger's girlfriend, Mimi, passed away. It took me a moment to remember what the day was. Roger and I were going to visit his parents and sister in Connecticut. Roger was still asleep, but according to the clock on the bedside table, needed to get up. "Rog," I murmured. Roger stirred a bit and looked down at me, smiling.
"Good morning Darling," he breathed into my ear, "Did you sleep well?"
I giggled. "Always when I'm with you." Roger bit my ear lightly.
"I want you," he whispered seductively. Momentarily, I considered. I admitted to myself that I really did want Roger, but my reasonable side told me that we couldn't.
"Rog, we can't. We don't have time."
Roger pouted. "I'm not sure I want to do this anymore. I don't see why we have to tell my parents we're gay. You're not telling yours."
"My dad's a homophobe," I explained, "He'd kill me, then turn around and kill you. Let's just see how things go with your family."
"My sister already knows," Roger pointed out, "I told her a few months ago; the first time we slept together."
"You sister thought I was gay the first time I met her," I laughed.
Roger laughed as well. "I swear the girl is psychic."
"Well, speaking of your sister," I pushed the covers down and stood up stretching, "She'll probably kill us if we miss our train, and we've only got a half hour until it boards." Roger looked a little disappointed at the lack of sexual activity, but he followed my example. As I passed him to get to the closet, he slapped my bare ass and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I'm rarely surprised by Roger's horniness, but I was a little shocked by the sudden passion. It was a hotter kiss than Roger had given me in a long time without expecting sex. Roger pulled back and smiled at me with a lopsided smile… that damn sexy smile.
"You still sure we can't do a quicky?" he asked hopefully. I shook my head.
"Roger, I just said that we can't. We'll miss our train, and your sister will kill us. And I'm going to be completely honest, she scares the living hell out of me." Roger laughed at me again.
"Marky," he assured me, messing up my hair, "Bianca's a push over… once you get past the clothing and the nose piercing." I laughed, thinking of the time last year that I came home to hear him screaming at the phone about how Bianca would never be able to cover it up, and how it was a stupid decision.
"Well, still, we don't have time." I pushed past him to the closet and began to get ready for the day.
About an hour later, Roger and I were sitting on the train as pulled out of the station. There was no denying, I was nervous. I knew Bianca liked me, but what about Roger's parents? And how would they react when Roger told them the real reason I came along?
My fears must have been plastered across my face, because Roger put his arm around my shoulders and squeezed me close. "Don't worry," he mumbled, kissing my temple, "They're either going to love you, or never see me again." I laughed shakily.
"No, don't. I don't want you to miss out on seeing your family because of me."
"Please, the only reason I ever go home anymore is to see Bianca."
"Still. I just want your family to like me."
"I promise they will love you," he assured me, "By the way…" He smiled smugly. I knew what was running through his mind.
"Do you think of anything besides sex?" I asked. He mocked deep thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Fine," I said, secretly glad, "Let's go." He led me into the bathroom and immediately started undressing me. Before long, we were both completely naked, and he was kneeling with his lips pressed against my penis. I felt myself get hard.
"Mark," he reminded me. The only way he ever went further was when I told him what he wanted to hear. "Come on, Marky. Beg. Tell me what you want."
"Roger," I whispered, "Please… Fuck me." I felt him smile as he put my penis in his mouth. A low moan escaped me. "Don't stop."
The sex was shorter than usual, but it was hotter due to the fear of someone catching us. When we were done, Roger smiled at me… again with that damned sexy lopsided smile. "You're getting better," he teased. I glared at him. He always teased me that the only person I had ever had sex with was Maureen, and all Maureen needed was someone to sit there and let her use him to pleasure herself. I was inexperienced, and Roger played on that. "It's okay, though," he assured me, kissing me again, "You're still cute after you've been fucked."
I smiled, and kissed him back. "Maybe we need to fuck more often," I suggested.
"That's possible?"
"I'm sure we'll find out."
The train pulled into the station about an hour later. Roger and I had gone back to our seats, and I had fallen asleep in his arms. When I felt the train stop and Roger start to stir, I lifted my head. Out in the train station, Bianca Davis was clearly visible and easy to recognize. Her platinum blonde hair had a few streaks of green in it. She was wearing a green shirt that ended just above her stomach with a black lace top over it. The top of her skirt was black, and the bottom was green plaid. She accessorized the outfit with a green plaid necklace with a golden pendant tied at the end (I recognized it was the one Roger had gotten her for Christmas a few years back) and elbow length black satin fingerless gloves. It was her typical style, as Roger put it: lady punk rock. The girl who stood beside Bianca was recognizable, though completely unexpected. It was Cindy Cohen, my older sister. I didn't point this out to Roger as we grabbed our luggage. It was time to put on a show.