I had this idea for a long time but never wrote it, I felt it to be a bit Oedipian. Today, "theshadowsedges"asked for "Getting caught" and I told her about my idea and now... Here it is. Hope you'll like it and it's not too weird.
Day 28: "I may not get another chance to say this."
His night out had ended earlier than anticipated. He was still shaken to know that Brice had lied so shamelessly. Why didn't he say they would be just the two of us? That he wanted to date? Rusty would have probably agreed, if he had been transparent on his intentions. But now, he would never be able to trust him anymore. And it made him lose a little bit more faith in humanity, once more.
Sulking, he entered a quiet and dark condo. He thought Sharon said she would stay home tonight. He shrugged. Maybe she got called in or maybe Andy and her decided to go out after all. He didn't check his cell all evening long and would certainly not do it now, not when there was a chance Brice called or texted him. He considered for a second grabbing a snack or at least a coke but decided against it. He really wasn't in a mood to ingest anything. He discarded his shoes in the entrance and moved on sock-clad feet, his steps eerily quiet in the city lit hallway.
Noises coming from Sharon's room alerted him. He did not have time to place them when he heard her say "I may not get another chance to say this…" Her voice held an usual tone and a breathlessness that worried him. In two strides, he was in front of her door. She whimpered and he felt like his heart jump in his chest. He looked around him trying to find something to strike her assailant with. She moaned, loudly, a first time and then a series of whimpers came to his ears. He could already see in his mind's eyes Philip Stroh choking her. In a haste, he grabbed the plant pot at the end of the hallway and came back as quietly as he could to her bedroom. The door wasn't properly closed and he just had to push it to open it. He silently thanked Andy for greasing it a few weeks ago as the only sound it made was the air moving.
He froze, the scene in front of him not at all what he thought it would be. In a candlelit room, laid in the center of the bed his mother, Andy Flynn's head peeking from between her legs and slowly moving up on her body. "What did you think you'll never get another chance to say, Babe?" Asked smugly the man, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, before kissing her.
"God, Andy, you're so sooo good at that. I think one day it'll kill me." Andy chuckled. "I swear, Honey, my heart stopped beating the moment before… you know."
Andy started kissing her neck, his hands moving over her body, the view of it obstructed by the silky nightgown she was wearing. "You know you can say it, Shar. Before your orgasm struck?"
Rusty was surprised to see how his mother flipped effortlessly Andy, making him lie on his back and her straddling his hips. "I know. Do you want me to repay you or do you want to discuss my prudishness?" She said in an amused voice, sitting back on his knees while she reached into his boxer and started stroking him.
"Whatever you want, Babe. As long as you let me keep on going down on you and give you the most amazing and mind blowing orgasm, I'm all good." He said back, chuckling while raising his arms above his head and crossing them under his neck. Seriously, he added. "You know I don't expect anything, right. We can just cud…" He made a little whimper sound as Sharon, in a swift movement, got him rid of his underwear, kneel and took him in her mouth.
Rusty was both appealed and enthralled. He wanted to leave but didn't want to miss a second of it. He had been wondering for a while now why Sharon wanted to date Andy when she could stay friends with him. He imagined that the Lieutenant pressured her into that kind of relationship, because HE wanted more than hugs and walks. He never imagined, not once, that she could want more too, that she could even find satisfaction in it. His mother, his birth mother, always said men wanted sex all the time and it was the most painful and humiliating thing. She told him many times that she needed to keep them happy and play her part if she wanted for them to provide food or a roof over their head. He understood that and never said a thing as painful as it was to watch her being fuck several times a day. That is why he never understood why this other mother would do that. She had a good situation, she provided greatly for the both of them. She didn't need to make that kind of ugly translation, not her.
His attention was drawn back to the couple in front of him as the Lieutenant moaned and groaned and said how good she was. Then he started to draw his arms down, moving them to his mother's head and he suddenly felt like vomiting. In a flash, he saw himself kneeling in front of faceless men, their hands rough on his head, making him swallow them whole, gagging around their length, barely able to breath through the tears and the pain. His mother did not gag. She moaned softly in fact. Andy didn't grab her head, he moved her hair aside. "Let me see you. You're so beautiful." Moaned Andy, his voice thick with emotion. "Come here." He asked after a moment, looping his hand around Sharon's upper arm, surprising once more Rusty.
She slid along his body, graceful and sensual, like in a movie. Meeting his face, they shared deep long kisses, hugging each other. Rusty was shocked. He never saw a man stop in the middle of what seemed to be amazing oral. He didn't think it was possible. He didn't think he would be able to, certainly not just to kiss and hug. What they were now doing seemed so… so not sexual. Sensual, tender but not sexual. He watched his mother reach underneath her and understood they were having sex by the moans the couple let out. It was a beautiful picture. It wasn't anything he considered sex to be. Kisses, slow movements, long moans through open mouths forehead against forehead. He watched them move in harmony, deliberately but without rush. They seemed to enjoy their moment and not to be in any hurry to reach the end. He never knew that. He guessed that the fact he was always in a semi-public space, in a situation where he and the men he offered his body to could get caught at any time imposed a certain hurry. There, in the privacy of her bedroom, with a person who loved them and didn't plan to go anywhere, with no material consideration, it seemed fair for them to enjoy the journey without worrying about its destination.
Their moans grew louder, the undulation of Sharon's hips a bit more frantic but miles far from the animalistic way he remembered his birth mother being pounded in. "Do you think you can come again?" Asked Andy, his voice hoarse.
Sharon rose slightly, her weight on her hands firmly planted on the Lieutenant's shoulder. "Yes, but not like that." She moaned.
Rusty got surprised, once more, when Andy asked her what she needed, how she wanted them to make love. He never, not once, was asked that kind of question. Certainly not by men who paid but neither by the ones he chose to be with. He wondered if Andy was special in that domain or if he had always picked wrong partners. The faces of Mike, Buzz, Agent Howard popped to his mind and he realized that he could not imagine them being anything else than gentle with their partner, like Andy.
"You know what I like.." Sharon's voice held a teasing edge that intrigued the young man. He knew his mother could be sassy but for her, who is always so prudish, to be sassy in bed was just so unexpected.
Andy grabbed her by the hips and moved her out of him. She stayed on her hands and knees, her face downward toward the bedpost. The older man moved around the bed, kneeled behind her and entered her in a long strong stroke. Rusty had to bring his hand to his mouth, a wave of nausea washing over him. Flashback of himself in that position assaulted him, men holding his head on the ground while pounding into him, the pain a welcome distraction. He took a shaky breath and opened his eyes, ready to intervene if needed. Sharon's head was not on the bed anymore, she had risen and Andy was peppering her neck with kisses, making her moan loudly. He took advantage of her position and rid her of her nightgown. Her pale skin was glowing in the candlelit room, she was beautiful. Andy seemed to agree, saying so to her and caressing her everywhere with a reverence that touched the young man.
His mother suddenly let herself fall on her hands, her head hitting the pillow. "Oh God, you feel so good." She moaned loudly as she circled her hips, seeking contact.
Then, Rusty saw something he'd never think even possible. Andy stopped moving, completely. He kept his hands on the woman's hips, guiding her movement but not imposing them, letting her seek her pleasure, letting her fuck herself on him. "Do you want me to touch you?" Asked the older man and got answered by a head shake no. The woman sneaked a hand between her legs, moaning louder. She was getting more frantic, her hips moving at a fast and strong pace. Rusty relished in the freedom Andy gave her, in his total absence of selflessness when he knew he must be himself starting to reach his peak. He could hear them moan loudly and more frequently. Frankly, until tonight, he thought women's pleasure was a myth, something made up to encourage them to open their legs for men. His mother, his birth one, had told him countless times she had to fake it for them to finish faster and leave her in peace. He had tried that and found it to be quite effective.
Sharon wasn't faking pleasure. He could tell. It showed in the way she moved, in the way she moaned, in the way her legs started shaking uncontrollably moments ago. It showed by the way Andy and her were so open with each other, by how they talk, by how they discussed together if she would get an orgasm and the best way to achieve it. It shocked him to the core. Sex wasn't only transactional. Sex wasn't only an outlet. Sex wasn't only about seeking fast release and maximum pleasure. Sex could be about love and intimacy. It could, of course, be about pleasure and sharing it with someone you trust. It could be about bringing beauty into the world. It could, it should be about deepening an already existing connection and bringing a relationship to another level. He looked at the two lovers in front of him, their climax was now impeding. He didn't want to rob them about that moment when they had unknowingly given him so much tonight. On his tiptoes he left and went to his room. There, he laid on the bed, tears forming in his eyes and his mind feeling an absolute mess. He wondered if, one day, he'll be able to connect like his mother and Andy were. He suddenly craved to have a boyfriend, something he avoided because he refused to have sex with anyone. He craved tenderness. He wondered if he should call or text Gus.