21. RJ

Chapter twenty-one

RJ

A weekend with Gay and Cin feels like a shift to my internal axis. Not only dating two people, but dating people who genuinely care about my thoughts and feelings. My entire world is rocked and I like the rearrangement of my thoughts around kink and relationships. Everything from how they take consent seriously—in sex and everyday things like hand holding and where to eat—to their subtle attentiveness is a game changer.

When we go to the clinic to get tested, Gay makes sure I can talk to the nurse alone so I don't feel pressure to share anything private in front of them. I don't feel like I have anything to hide and rejoin them after confirming what tests I want and that I feel safe in my relationships. The nurse doesn't bat an eye at my being trans or dating two people at once, and I'm glad for his professionalism.

I'm not afraid of needles after years on T, between shots and regular panels for my levels, but I don't like seeing blood. Cin cracks jokes about fainting to distract me when they're drawing my samples and Gay holds my hand. Having tests done with them is the best medical experience I've ever had.

Getting lunch at Randy's, I enjoy the antics of the servers as Gay and Cin point out regulars. There are writers and gamers and even a couple musicians who frequent the diner, but my favorite part is finding out the bathrooms are non-gendered single stalls where Cin drags me before our food is served.

Cin flicks the lock closed behind me and presses me against it with surprising strength for their size. "Thinking about filling your holes without a condom has me horny, baby."

Cin draws me into a deep kiss, but I'm the first to pull away. Not because I don't want to kiss them—I love their kisses—but because I want my mouth on more of them. Pulling a condom out of my pocket from the clinic's free samples, I tear it open and Cin is quick to get their dick out for me to suit them up. Going down on my knees, I take them in my mouth for a quick blow job.

"Your mouth, so good…" Cin keeps up a dirty commentary while I take their thick dick as deep as I can and use my hand at the base. "We're going to enjoy coming in your mouth and ass when our test results come in. Fuck, yeah. Just like that, nice and sloppy. Don't stop, baby boy."

My hand is in my pants, stoking myself in time to my pulls on Cin, and I know I'll come soon. When they warn me they're about to come, I let them slip from my mouth and meet their eyes, "Come on my face?"

"Fuck, yes," Cin mutters, along with a couple words in Tagalog I don't understand before tearing off the condom and shuttling their hand over their thick cock. "So sexy on your knees for me. I'm going to cover you."

The last thing I see before I close my eyes is Cin's mouth open in a silent scream, the image pushing me over the edge as I jerk from the intensity of my orgasm. Hot cum hits my forehead, then my right eye, before spurting across my closed mouth. I can't help myself, licking my lips as the sound of Cin panting from above permeates my lust haze. I moan at the salty tang and feel an aftershock of pleasure ripple through me.

Cin's fingers swipe at the mess over my eye before I hear the water turn on. I let them clean me up before I open my eyes and Cin helps me to my feet.

Looking at a chalkboard wall when I'm drying my hands, I see chalk art, signatures of people who were there, and a random picture of Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. A laugh bubbles out of me. "What is he doing here? Has he been to Randy's as well?"

"Ha, not that I'm aware of. The pics pop up here and all over the city, so I think a Randy's regular is responsible," Cin explains, and I love the playfulness.

My nerves spike when we leave the room and I realize we fooled around without Gay, but she only looks turned on when Cin whispers what we did over lunch. Instead of being jealous, she spends the meal teasing me about how fun it sounds. I want to head right back into the bathroom with her, but she makes me wait and that's even hotter, somehow.

Saturday night has me on my knees for Gay after dinner, and I beg her to cum on my face as well. When she does, I realize I've unlocked a new kink. She cleans me up in the shower before they both cuddle me between them in their bed. I fall asleep shortly into the movie, and wake up to beg them for sex again.

Something about them has me hornier than I've been since my first year on T when I was already a horny teen. We spend Sunday working in their basement again, and they drop me off with sweet kisses and Gay insisting I need time to rest before the week.

Every minute with them has me falling a little harder for both of them, even when we're apart.

Monday and Tuesday we trade flirty messages and test results as they come in, but our Wednesday plans get canceled when Gay's dad has a fall and they have to go out to the suburbs to help her parents.

We have plans to spend another weekend together, but Gay's mom can't lift her husband for bathroom breaks and they have to postpone again. I've never dated anyone who cares about their family—Kyle only called his parents for money—and I worry I'll be pushed aside twice as much with two families pulling their attention.

Until Saturday night, when Cin asks if they can pick me up.

They have to leave early Sunday morning, but they don't want to lose the whole weekend or cancel on me again. I bring my blankie but leave my pajamas behind, hoping for sex without a condom after waiting. They pamper me, feeding me dessert followed by a full body massage with sensual kisses. When I fall asleep without us getting sexual, they only hold me instead of pressuring me to follow through on our plans.

Before the sun has risen, I open my eyes to find Gay and Cin fully dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Morning, sweet boy," Gay kisses my forehead. "You're welcome to sleep in and stay here until you want to go home, or we can drop you off?"

Both of them make me a priority in their every action, so I take them up on the offer to stay. Cin kisses my cheek and they slip out as I drift asleep in the comfort of the big bed where I can still smell them both on the sheets.

When I wake again, the sunlight is bright through the second story window. I take my time, enjoying their shower before going downstairs to eat the banana Gay left me with a note that there are bagels or bread to toast in the fridge. Even when they're not there, I can feel how much they care.

By the time I'm catching a bus home, my body is full of warm, fuzzy feelings. I text my sister about having a nice date but still leave out the part about my dating two people. I'll tell her soon, and then she'll help me tell our mom, but for now I'm enjoying the new-relationship energy times two.

Walking into my one-room apartment, it feels empty. My things are there, all my personal items and clothes I usually take comfort in, but it doesn't feel like home. Gay and Cin's place embraces me like a warm hug even when they're gone.

Helping them fix up their basement and plan Gay's birthday party, I felt like I was part of their relationship and life in a real, tangible way. I could see us going to the munch together, getting ready for the dungeon together at their place. Would they introduce me to their family?

Gah, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Throwing myself on the bed, I lift my phone to send them a message to let them know I'm home safe. I already sent them a thank you for spending the night with me and letting me stay. As I'm hitting send, a text pops up and I tap to open it.

Unknown number

i no were u r

What the fuck? I sit up and stare at the horrible spelling, a shiver of dread running from my head to my toes. I know one person who has such an abhorrent texting style. A person who I moved across the country to get away from.

Fucking Kyle.

Without even contemplating a reply, I block the number and delete the message from my phone. It's Sunday, so she's not in the office, but I send a message to my therapist asking to meet asap. It might happen tomorrow, but I know I need to decompress the text out loud and she's been a great help.

Even if Kyle knows I'm in Boston, he's in San Francisco. I'm dating two wonderful people who help me explore kink in a healthy way. I'm going to Gay's birthday party as their partner, and they treat me like a prince. Plus, Kyle doesn't know where I live or work. He can't.

If I keep telling myself these things, I might start to believe them.