Dragged to the Wedding

“I won’t,” Daniel breathed to him, rocking more slowly, building the energy between them. “You’re in good hands, and I don’t intend to let you fall.”

James nodded, knowing that was true as pleasure and energy slowly built until his control hung on by a thread. Daniel seemed to understand exactly what James needed and wanted. It was uncanny. “Can you read my mind?”

“No,” Daniel whispered. “Your breathing. It tells me everything I could possibly need to know. Your breath hitches when I hit just the right spot, and it quickens when anticipation is high, smoothing out when you need a chance to recover. I know exactly what you’re feeling and what you want.” Daniel held him tighter. “You’re an open book to me.”

James wasn’t sure if that was good or not. In bed, definitely good; at other times not so much.

“Don’t worry, I can’t read your mind, just your passion,” Daniel added, straightening up, giving James a close look at his sleek upper body, slick with a sheen of sweat that glistened in the street light shining in the window from outside. It was enough to send James’s head spiraling nearly out of control, and a sight he swore he would never get tired of.

“Then don’t stop, and I’ll tell you anything,” James groaned, and snapped his eyes closed as Daniel glided long and slow over that spot inside him. He loved that, his head clouding and ears ringing a little. It was almost like he had lost control of himself and given it to Daniel. And damn it all if he wasn’t in good hands.

“Are you ready?”

James nodded once.

“Good. I can tell you’re so keyed up your head is about to spin. I want you to come for me. Don’t touch yourself, just think of me and your pleasure, how I make you feel what you want. Give yourself permission to fly, and I guarantee you’ll take off like a rocket.”

James panted softly. “I don’t know...”

“Yes, you do. Just let go and you’ll fly.” James clamped his eyes tighter. “Just give yourself to me. Don’t worry about anything and don’t try to control it. Just let go. I’ll take good care of you.” Daniel did that thing again, stealing his breath, and then James did as Daniel asked, giving himself over to him, and holy hell, his release barreled into him without warning, like a runaway train. James let it come, holding on to Daniel, riding out the storm his own body intended to unleash.

James tingled all over, every nerve firing from head to toe at the same time. His mind took off for the clouds, hanging there until the tempest passed. Then he floated, alone with Daniel, breathing deeply as contentment spread all through him. Finally, he returned to himself, blinking and wondering if he was still in one piece.

“Wow,” James whispered into the quiet room, only the sound of their breathing breaking the silence.

Daniel moved slowly, James quivering when their bodies separated. He didn’t dare move in case the spell around him broke, so he didn’t see Daniel take care of things, but he heard it and felt Daniel wipe down his belly before settling on the bed. James gathered Daniel to him, holding him tightly, his body still tingling from the intensity of what the two of them had experienced. “It’s been a long day and it’s going to be very busy tomorrow,” Daniel said.

James couldn’t help chuckling. “You know, you have a real interesting postcoital chatter. No kind words or sweet nothings—just wham, bam, go to sleep.”

Daniel groaned softly. “I’m right here holding you. I know it’s not the most romantic notion, but...” Daniel slowly rolled to the side of the bed. “It’s after midnight, and who knows what time your sister is going to show up in the morning, raring to go and full of nervous energy. So you and I need to get some rest.” He snuggled closer, head on the pillow, arm across James’s chest. “My head is still spinning with everything that happened today.”

“Your head?” James sighed. “I feel like I have whiplash. It’s been one damned thing after another these last few days, and now... I was trying to avoid all this drama.”

Daniel stroked his chest and over his shoulder. “Relax and let it go for a while. There’s nothing that you or any of us can do about what’s in the past. All we can do is handle what comes next, and you can’t do that if you’re wide awake all night. Whatever argument your mom puts up or however she decides to act, that’s on her now. She knows the truth and who you really are. If she can’t deal with that, then it’s her problem.”

“But she’s my mother,” James whispered as a sense of dread came over him.

“Yes, she is. And I heard what you told her, and you were right. She should love you unconditionally and accept you for the incredible man you are. Maybe we shouldn’t have pretended that I was a woman, but she needs to accept that you’re a gay man and love you for that. It’s that simple. You deserve that sort of love. We all do.” Daniel gently patted his chest. “As much as I hate to say it, we don’t always get that kind of support. But I’ve spent time with Grace, and I think she really does love all of you. She may not understand being gay, and I’m sure that she’s heard her entire life that it’s wrong...” Daniel’s hand grew still.

“What are you saying?” James asked.

“That maybe there’s a fight going on inside her. That she’s going to struggle, but most likely, if you help her understand, the love she has for you will win out.” Daniel shifted, and James turned to see him peering into his eyes. “Your mom has heard all her life that homosexuality is a sin and that it’s wrong, and today she found out that her only son is gay. It’s going to be really hard for her.”

“Yeah...and she’s going to expect me to change to fit her beliefs,” James groused.

“Of course she is.” Daniel lay back down. “You changing the way you are eliminates the conflict. Her world is set to rights, and she didn’t have to do a damned thing. It’s all on you, and she doesn’t have to search her own soul to figure out if she’s right or not. There’s no effort on her part.” Daniel chuckled. “Most people will take the easy way out, and if they can get someone else to do the work, then all the better.” He patted James’s chest. “Do your best to go to sleep. If you rest, you’ll be in a better position to go to battle with her.”

“I’m glad you think this is funny.”

Daniel stared seriously. “I don’t. Tomorrow you’ll have to have some of the most difficult conversations of your life. You’ll have to explain who you are to your family. That’s frightening.” Daniel slid closer. “It isn’t funny at all. I was only laughing because I’m glad it’s not me.”

James lay still a second and then rolled over, running his fingers along Daniel’s ribs. “I swear I’ll tickle you into submission.”

“Your mother,” Daniel gasped, and James pulled back. “That was really mean.”

“Not as bad as you picking on me.” James fake pouted, and Daniel snorted, clearly not buying it. “Come on, let’s try to get some sleep.” James held Daniel and closed his eyes, sleep coming to him much quicker than he’d thought it would.



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