The four of them gathered around the small 32" hotel room television and were trying to figure out something to watch on television; "I love action movies," Blythe smiled at Lisa, "I don't really like war or military based movies though; that's the exception. Watching one of them with John was always like having a running DVD commentary about how inaccurate or stupid the writers were, how everything portrayed was wrong and so on. But any other type of action movies; I absolutely love. Movies were something happens, you know? Helicopters getting shot out of the sky, aliens coming down to Earth and slowly extinguishing the human race, apocalyptic movies where some virus or something ravages the whole world and creates hordes of zombies; that kind of thing,"
"Yeah, there's no denying that Greg is your son. I swear he'd probably love nothing more than those kinds of movies and tv shows," Lisa commented with a laugh.
"Actually," Greg interrupted, "I love silly, cheesy comedies. Something with Adam Sandler, or Will Ferrell, or Seth Rogan, etc. Hey, what about if we watch 'The Hangover'?" in which everyone gave a disgruntled face of disapproval.
"I personally love classics," Lisa contributed to the discussion, "what about 'Grease'?" to which the other three shook their heads, "alright then James, don't tell me that you've got a whole other taste in movies altogether, do you?"
"I'm not particularly picky," he shrugged, "but I swear to God, I have watched 'The Hangover' trilogy, 'Happy Gilmore', 'Big Daddy', 'Couples Retreat', 'Grown Ups', and 'Step Brothers' so many times that I don't want to think about it. I'm pretty sure that I could just about recite the lines from those movies Greg and I have watched so, so many times. Especially when he was recovering from the infarction; I'm pretty sure that I watched 'The Hangover', 'Happy Gilmore', 'Billy Madison', and 'Forgetting Sarah Marshall' so many times that in the end I ended up taking the DVD discs down to the sidewalk while Greg was sleeping one evening and scratched them all up so badly that I knew that they'd never be able to be read by the DVD player, let alone play, ever again,"
"Wait, that's what happened to my movies?" Greg gawked at him and James shrugged.
"You'd been playing them on a cycle nonstop for months by that point Greg. The same four movies on repeat, all day, every day and I just wanted to scream by that point. I'll order you more copies off Amazon and hopefully they'll arrive back at the apartment not long after we do," James added.
"Damn right you will," Greg added, "I can't believe that I fell for it that you'd simply just dropped them and that's why they didn't work,"
"I technically did drop them; just on the sidewalk outside of your house, outside of the casing, with the shiny side of the disc down, and then stomped on them repeatedly, and dragged each one under my heel along the sidewalk to scratch them more just for extra security that they were ruined," James shrugged, "oh, and for the record, I like romances; like 'The Notebook'. I thought I'd add in my two cents on the movie choices,"
"You're evil, you know that?" Greg responded, but with a wickedly wolfish grin climbing across his face.
"And you love it," James laughed back, to which Greg just shrugged.
"Why don't we play rock, paper, scissors and whoever wins can pick out the movie?" Blythe suggested, which is exactly what they did; in which case Lisa won, and while she initially selected 'Grease' to watch from the small selection of DVDs available in the hotel room, was disappointed to realise that someone who must've been staying there at some point in the past had taken the disc and left the empty case there. After careful consideration, she selected 'Titanic' to watch instead, which Greg and James made constant jokes throughout the entire film.
"I'm on top of the world, Jack! Hold me up to the sky!" Greg laughed as he extended his arms out wide, and James held him from behind, miming the Jack and Rose. Blythe found their antics to be endearing, sweet, and charming; while Lisa did find it funny in a silly way in the beginning; it did become distracting and frustrating, especially towards the end of the movie.
"Please remind me to never accompany you boys to the movies, ever," she half joked, rolling her eyes.
After the movie had ended, Blythe was already dozing off, and the boys were still horsing around; "aren't you two tired at all?" Lisa sighed, rubbing her temples.
Blythe muttered from her half sleep state; "Greg gets overtired, he always has for his entire life. When he gets overtired, he can't sleep; he just gets hyperactive and rambunctious like this; if you think he's bad now; imagine what he was like at two, and I was only 19 at the time and still struggled to keep up with him in an overtired state without absolutely exhausting myself. It only got worse from there as well,"
"Okay boys," Lisa stated, "if you want to play 'Titanic', you can go play it in your room. You're keeping poor Blythe up for heaven's sake,"
"Darling, I'm not going to fall asleep for a while yet, I want to read another few chapters of my book. Let them have their fun, I'm just so glad that Greg has found someone who makes him light up in the way that James does," Blythe continued, fishing out a small novel from her purse, ran her index finger along until she reached the dog-eared page, and began reading.
"Okay, come on James, let's go play then," Greg grinned, and James followed him into the next room where their bed was to which Blythe simply ignored them and Lisa rolled her eyes.
Immediately upon entering the room and shutting the door behind them; Greg tossed his cane away and began pulling off James' clothes, who reciprocated and helped Greg to strip down too until they were both standing in front of one another, as bare as the day they were born. Greg pulled himself straight to James' lips and kissed him deeply and passionately; dragging James closer to him as James' hand snaked down to Greg's penis in order to excite him, and once he was fully erect, James pulled his lips away from Greg's. James knelt down in front of his lover and expertly sucked his huge, hard cock while Greg gently guided his head. James didn't even consider slowing down until he heard grasping gasps from Greg of "I'm about to cum, baby, don't stop, please don't stop! Oh my God, James! How are you so good at this? Oh, shit, shit!" Greg near on yelled as he reached completion and unloaded himself deep down James' throat, as he looked down to see James' huge brown eyes gazing lovingly up at him and then pulled his mouth away from Greg, made a point of swallowing his cum and wiped his lips and chin with the back of his hand.
James stood back up, and kissed Greg hard again, before guiding him down onto the bed and standing himself on his hands and knees over Greg, guiding Greg's hand towards James' penis. Greg set himself to work, hardening James' member until he was hard and ready. James rolled Greg onto his stomach and slowly began kissing down his back, tracing his fingernails up and down his sides, and reached down to Greg's ass, James nuzzled his face right up to Greg's butt, and slowly began massaging Greg's balls while doing so, James licked Greg's asshole, starting gently around the entrance and then pushing his tongue inside of him. This, James knew, really was something that his boyfriend absolutely adored, and if the gasps in between Greg's dirty talk to James was anything to go by; he was thoroughly enjoying this. Greg moaned in ecstasy and after a couple of minutes of James teasing and exciting Greg's hole, he pulled himself away and inserted his cock completely inside of him.
"Oh my God, James!" Greg couldn't help but cry out in between loud moans and gasps, "fuck me harder baby! Make my hole completely yours! You know you want to. I need your cock to screw me harder, make me scream, Jimmy!" and that's exactly what James did; since he now had Greg's permission to go full throttle, he went for it with everything that he had. Greg involuntarily yowled in excitement as James' arm gripped Greg underneath his chest with his arm wrapped underneath him and his hand grasping his shoulder. James lasted around 15 minutes while going at full strength and speed with Greg continuously giving him dirty talk, until James gasped, "I'm cumming baby, I'm there, I'm cumming," as his thrusts slowed slightly and he released his seed deep into Greg who gasped and panted, feeling his sphincter twitch slightly with the release. James stayed inside Greg until his cock had fully unloaded before he gently pulled it out, watching with satisfaction at Greg's stretched asshole, and tiny bits of cum seeping out from inside him, until his asshole returned to normal. "My God, I love you so much Greg," James sighed, flopping down next to Greg, who smiled back.
"That was absolutely incredible. I'm starting to enjoy rougher sex with you, Jimmy. I don't think that I'm nearly as vanilla as I thought I was before, You just rock my world every single time," as he leant forward and kissed James passionately; "I have to brush my teeth," Greg admitted afterwards, "I think you probably should too; and then we'll hop in the shower," Greg stood up off the bed and walked into the adjourning bathroom, which had two doors, so they wouldn't have to do the 'walk of shame' past Lisa and Blythe.
Lisa sighed harshly while she was being forced to hear Greg and James go to absolute town on each other, "get used to that," she growled to Blythe, indicating towards the closed door; "they are like a pair of rabbits, they just don't stop. Not to mention that they are always this loud too, it makes me want to tear my hair out; it's so disrespectful, don't you agree? I mean he's your son, and he knows that you're here, yet he continues to do this,"
Blythe shrugged, "not really, and just keep in mind Lisa, that they're being loud like that partially to wind you up. They know it upsets you, so that's why they're being excessively loud. They're just immature, and probably find it really funny when they see you get uncomfortable about their sex lives. But no, it doesn't bother me at all, I just tune it out, the fact that it sounds as though they have a healthy sex life just makes me happy. Greg is 45 years old, and James is nearly 42. They're grown-ups; they are in love and in a serious, committed relationship. Nobody's getting hurt there, they're just having the time of their lives. I didn't judge when Greg was with Stacy either, and he's so much more content and happier now with James than he was at any time when he was with Stacy. So, who am I to judge just because they're in a homosexual relationship instead of a heterosexual one? I'm just glad that my son is happy, healthy, and safe. That's all that matters to me,"
"So, what do you think I should do?" Lisa asked.
"Honestly? Buck up. Greg and James are grown men. They're going to do what adults do. They're not doing anything illegal or wrong, and they're just having fun and showing each other the physical side of their relationship; the same way that any other romantic relationship works. Like I said, I'm just glad that my son is happy and with someone he loves, that's all that matters to me," Blythe shrugged, "goodnight, Lisa,"
"Goodnight," Lisa mumbled, feeling for the light switch and stumbling her way back into bed once the room was shrouded in darkness, with only the light from Greg and James' room pouring out from the crack under the door illuminating the floor slightly, as Lisa tried to doze off, before hearing them become active again, instead of banging on the door and telling them to keep it down, she just wrapped the pillow around her head and tried to get some sleep through it all.