As we’re driving back to my place, Mark leans over the console and starts biting along my neck, and by the laughing that accompanies it, I know he’s had too much wine. I laugh at him, but quickly stop when he reaches down and starts rubbing me from outside my jeans.
My grip on the steering wheel is firm, and I try to focus on the road so I don’t get into a wreck.
“We’re almost home. I can’t concentrate with your hand on my dick.”
Mark laughs, and it only encourages him to not let up. Unbuttoning my pants, he grazes his nose up my neck, and then bites my ear. Hard.
“Christ,” I say as I jerk my head away and slightly swerve the car into the other lane.
Mark starts cracking up and begins tugging down my pants. He slips his hand beneath my boxers, and I’m already hard when he starts stroking me.
“You are so fuckin’ hot,” he nearly growls in my ear, and I could almost come from the sound alone.
I grip his wrist and force him to stop. “I’m gonna drive us off the road if you don’t quit.”
He doesn’t let go of me, and I don’t loosen my hold on his wrist either as he begins ravaging my neck. Everything about this car ride home is making me lose control, and I throb in his hand.
I pop the curb as I speed around the corner to get into the parking garage. Mark laughs, and I don’t even give a shit when I turn to park, taking up two spots. I shut the car off, slam the seat back, and let go of his wrist. I practically pull him on top of me, claiming his mouth with my tongue as he jerks me off.
After the fun we just had in my car, I say to Mark, “Hey, I need to talk to you about something,” as we step into the elevator.
“Yeah, I want to talk to you about something too,” he says, and even though I need to tell him about Preston, my curiosity piques.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I ask him.
The doors slide open and we walk up to my apartment door as he says, “It’s about Thanksgiving.”
Opening the door, we head over to the couch to sit down. I normally go home for Thanksgiving, but given the last couple of phone calls with my mother, that’s really not a good idea right now.
Propping my feet on the coffee table, I slouch back as he continues, “Why don’t you come home with me?”
My head snaps up to look at him. I’m caught off guard. “What?”
“Don’t freak out on me, Jase,” he says as he cocks his head to the side. I’m sure he can see the hesitation all over my face.
Trying to keep my cool, I tell him, “Thanks, but I’m gonna stay here.”
“And do what?”
“Look, it would be one thing if your parents lived here and I stopped by for the day, but—”
“I get it. But they don’t live here, and I want them to meet you. So if that’s ever gonna happen, then you’re gonna have to come to Ohio with me.”
It’s not so much the meeting them; it’s not knowing what their reaction will be. Shit, I barely even talk to my parents at this point. Even though he tells me they are cool with everything, I’m not about to put myself in a situation that could backfire on Mark’s intentions. How will they look at me? At us? Us as a couple?
“Are you gonna say anything?” he asks.
I don’t want to hurt him, but I can’t go. I can’t chance the rejection. I’m not ready, not yet. “I love that you want me to meet your family, but I don’t think it’s the right time.”
Shifting to face me, he says, “You know I love you, and you need to know that I would never ask you to put yourself in a situation that would hurt you.”
I know that he wouldn’t, but I also know that people are unpredictable, and flying across the country to meet my boyfriend’s parents after almost four months is a bit terrifying.
“Yeah, I know,” I sigh, and he returns with, “Don’t say no. Just think about it.”
“Do your parents know about me?” That’s probably a stupid question, but I’m curious about what he has told them.
“Yeah. They were the ones that wanted you to come out.” When I lay my head back on the couch and stare up at the ceiling, he says, “They’re totally cool with everything.”
Rolling my head to the side to look at him, I say, “I don’t know, but I’ll think about it.”
He grins as he leans over to kiss me, and the knots in my stomach begin to loosen.
“So, what was it that you needed to tell me?” he asks, and the knots—they’re back.
“We can talk about it later.”
Ryan has scheduled the band to play a short set for the Thursday night crowd. I told Mark that I wasn’t going to go. I’ve been trying to finish up the requirements for my design before the quarter ends, but I’m worn out and need a break. When I check the time and see that I can probably catch Mark before the end of their gig, I decide to go ahead and go up to the bar for a little bit. I toss on a loose-fitting t-shirt hoodie and run a little gel through my hair before heading out.
When I arrive at Blur, the band is still playing. The place is busy, as expected for a Thursday night in a college town. Thursday’s are always big nights around here.
“Jase!” I hear Mel holler at me when I walk in.
Leaning against the bar, I tease, “Do you ever get a night off?”
“No, never,” she laughs out and when the seat next to me becomes vacant, I get comfortable and order a beer.
I listen to the band play from behind me, and find myself zoning out. I’m not sure how much time passes when I hear Aiden telling the crowd goodnight. When I turn around, I catch Mark’s eye as he steps off the stage. His half-smirk brings me out of my seat and has me wanting to be near him.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, surprised, as he draws close.
“Just wanted to see you.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Not long. Wanna head back to my place?”
Giving me a smile, he says, “Yeah. Let me go pack up my stuff.”
I follow him when he heads back to the stage. Watching him pull the cords from the amp, I turn my head and spot Aiden and Preston. God, this guy just won’t disappear.
Not wanting another awkward exchange, I rush and ask, “You almost ready?”
“Yeah,” he says as he zips up his guitar case and stands to sling it over his shoulder, across his chest.
“Aiden, I’ll catch you later, okay?” Mark says as he jumps off the stage.
I look over at Aiden as he gives Mark a nod, then cringe at that fuckin’ accent that keeps tormenting me.
“It was good seeing you again,” Preston says to Mark as he takes a couple of steps closer. “You should come out with Aiden and me on Saturday,” he adds without taking his eyes off of Mark, and I swear he’s doing this shit just to piss me off.
Things have been so crazy lately that I haven’t found the right time to tell Mark, and now the guilt floods me, along with irritation at this whole scenario, and I snap. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“Jase?” Mark questions sharply.
“What the fuck is your problem?” he throws back at me. “If you have something to say, then say it.”
“What’s going on?” Aiden asks as he approaches, and I look over at Mark, whose expression I can’t quite read.
Shifting my attention back to Preston, I want to knock the shit out of him. But instead, I grit through my teeth, “Nothing,” and then walk away, heading straight out the doors and to my SUV. I’m beyond pissed. Pissed at myself for more reasons than I’m probably willing to admit.
“Jase.”
Mark is right behind me when I reach my car, and I turn and just spit out what I should have told him as soon as I knew his connection to Preston. “Preston and I hooked up. A couple of times.”
“Hell, Jase.” His two words are soaked in disappointment, and it’s enough to send me to a place filled with self-afflicting regret.