Robert's POV

After a while of knowing each other, a few months of fucking, and a week of officially dating, I still couldn't get over how sexy Jerry's body was.

I drooled over the flat planes of his stomach, the curves of his shoulder muscles, and his pert little nipples that I wanted to nibble on.

My mind wandered back to the scene we'd done over the weekend, where I got to skull fuck my gorgeous boy and cover his cace with my cum. That was reward I gave myself for peeing on him, anyway.

Fuck. I was hard as a rock.

I awkwardly positioned my shirt over my bulge and focused on Jerry. He was nervously chattering away, asking the piercer questions to delay the inevitable. I tried to focus on the piercer's baggy pants and slight asscrack to calm down my raging erection.

"Is it gonna hurt?" Jerry asked, holding up a hand to pause the process. "Like, how bad is it gonna hurt?"

The guy looked totally fed up. "Not that bad."

"Remember your reward?" I asked, smirking at Jerry. He blushed. "All you have to do is get through this first."

The reward was the number of impact play toys I had laying on my couch. I decided to give Jerry a good old fashioned impact play scene tonight, mainly because it didn't involve his chest in any way.

I was already taking notes on how we'd have to change our play to allow his piercings to heal. Although, they were going to be a lot of fun after the fact.

I lost myself so deeply into daydreaming about tugging on Jerry's piercings until he screamed, that I was shocked when he actually did scream. It was a short little scream, but a scream nonetheless.

"That hurt like a bitch!" he wailed. "Comfort me, boyfriend."

I snickered and held his hand as the guy did the other one. "There you go," I said once he was done. "That wasn't so bad?"

Jerry looked down at the barbell piercings and gasped. "Ooh, they're so pretty!"

The piercer whose name I'd forgotten reminded us of the healing process before we left. I payed real quick, marveled at how freaking expensive nipple piercings were, and then we were off.

Jerry squeezed my hand and smiled at me. "That was awesome! I feel sexier already. Thank you so much."

He leaned in to kiss my cheek, and it was so unlike him that I found myself blushing.

The more time I spent with him, the more I found myself admiring him. I loved his outward confidence, his crazy phrases, his constant energy. But I loved the more subtle parts of him, too; the parts that only I got to see. The quietness of his submission, his post-sex shyness, and the way he'd get embarrassed when talking about his feelings.

"We made the right choice," I said out loud, not even meaning to.

Jerry didn't need to ask for clarification. He looked at me like I'd hung the stars in the sky. "Yeah, we did."

And, just for a second, everything was perfect.

And then I pulled up to my house.

My heart dropped the second I saw my driveway: my parents cars were parked right there, like a bad omen. The lights were on inside and their car was empty.

Three facts hit my brain all at once.

One: My parents had a key.

Two: Jerry and I had been planning an impact play scene for when we came home.

Three: My parents were inside my house, staring at the variety of floggers that I had laid out onto my counch.

Jerry stared at me staring at their car. "That's, like, a friend of yours, right? I mean...oh shit, the floggers. Well, everyone who knows you knows that you're the biggest Sir Master Dominant ever."

I gulped. "I can think of two people who don't."

Jerry's light brown eyes went wide and filled with worry. "Oh shit, that's totally your parents, isn't it?!"

"Oh no," I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Okay, quick, before they notice us. What do you think a couple of old people might mistake impact play toys for?"

"Dude, everyone knows what a freaking flogger and a paddle are!" Jerry screeched. "Back up the car. Right the fuck now. Before they notice. We need to leave like the freaking Flash on twenty cups of coffee, you hear me?"

Just as I was putting the car into reverse, the front door swung open and my mother poked her head out the door. She waved and called something that I couldn't hear.

I sheepishly waved back. "I can't think of a single excuse."

"We'll just say that they're the paddles for a very small boat."

"Right, and one of the paddles says 'Master' because why?!"

"That's the name of the boat!"

I groaned and killed the car engine. "Okay, we have to just power through this. Oh and also? My parents don't believe that I'm gay. So this is going to be a lot of fun."

Jerry's entire jaw dropped open and he looked at me like I was a basket-case, so I hopped out of the car to avoid his expression. I'd honestly planned on keeping Jerry from my family as long as humanly possible.

We both approached my mom and she smiled brightly. A little too brightly for someone who'd probably seen her son's sex toys.

"Robbie!" she called, waving happily. "I hope you don't mind! Sam and I helped ourselves to a nice cup of joe!"

She was a tiny little lady, with gray hair and fierce blue eyes. She came across as sweet, but she was actually psychotic. I'd noticed that to be a common trend for old women.

"Of course not!" I said, walking up and giving her a hug. Well, now to ruin her day. "Mom, this is Jerry." Jerry leaved in, shaking her hand and saying it was nice to meet her and being perfectly polite. "He's my boyfriend."

I found myself wrapping my arm around Jerry protectively, like I wanted to protect him from my parents' judgement.

My mom's smile faltered and her face went red. "O-oh? Boyfriend? What do you mean, honey?"

Jerry smiled a million-dollar smile at her and dropped his hand. "Robert and I are together, romantically."

"But..." She shook her head and coughed a little. "You're quite young."

Jerry beamed. "I'm twenty."

Mom looked like she was about to faint.

"Why don't we go on inside?" I asked warily, hoping my mother wasn't about to storm off in a disgusted rage. We all awkwardly shuffled to the kitchen, and I looked through my peripherals at the opening to the living room.

The paddles and floggers sat on the couch innocently, completely untouched.

Relief filled my chest. This situation might be bad, but if my parents hadn't actually seen the impact toys, then the situation wasn't the worst.

"Sammy," Mom said, shooting a concerned look over her shoulder at me. "Robert has someone to introduce us to."

My dad was sitting at my kitchen table, drinking coffee from one of my 'keep calm and safeword' mugs that Aidan had bought me as a joke. He apparently didn't get the joke, because he wasn't giving the mug any funny looks.

"Who's this, your long lost son?" Dad said, snorting at his own joke.

My ego had already become the size of a pea thanks to Mom's nasty looks. Now I just wanted to hide under my own bed.

"...Nope," I grumbled, looking sideways at Jerry. He was smirking, looking totally amused by the whole thing.

"Nice to meet you, Sir," Jerry chirped, reaching forward and shaking his hand. "I'm Robert's boyfriend, Jerry."

Dad's eyes went wide and he looked Jerry up and down. "Where the hell did you meet him, Robert? An orphanage?"

Jerry cackled and then coughed to cover it up. "Nope. We have some mutual friends," Jerry explained.

"Who?" Dad scoffed, shaking his head. "Your father?"

"Okay," I said, irritation rising up. I didn't care if they were my parents or not, I wasn't going to stand for anyone making fun of my submissive. "That's enough. I obviously wasn't planning on introducing him to you."

Jerry's eyes shot to mine, wide and shocked and hurt.

I quickly added, "Because neither of you are tolerant enough. I'm surprised you're harping about his age and not the fact that he's a boy."

Mom's face was still red. "I just...honey. Isn't it a little...perverted? You should find someone your own age."

I was going to answer, but I honestly couldn't think of much of a response. In all fairness, she was probably right.

"Nope, not at all," Jerry chirped, waving her concerns off with a casual hand. "Have you met college boys these days? Robert treats me much better than any of them would."

And then, horrifyingly, Dad's eyes narrowed in on him. "Obviously; I raised him to be a respectful man. That's not my concern. I'm just confused... I don't get your appeal."

Jerry tensed a little and I looked at him just in time to see the hurt cross his expression.

"Get out," I told my parents, grabbing Jerry's hand and squeezing briefly. I let go just to take my dad's coffee and dump it into the sink, partially because I was mad and mostly because I didn't want him to notice the words. "We're not talking about this again."

"Oh, Robbie, sweetie," Mom cooed, coming over and placing her hand on my arm. "Don't be mad! Of course we're going to be surprised. Honey, you're dating a child."

"Age of legal adulthood is eighteen, lady," Jerry snapped, crossing his arms. "Besides, the age difference isn't even that bad."

"This isn't worth talking about," I decided, giving Jerry a look that hopefully asked him to stop talking. "I want both of you to leave. This isn't fair to Jerry. If you want to have an adult conversation, we'll get lunch tomorrow."

As I herded my grouchy and disgusted parents out of the house, my dad caught sight of the living room. "Are those whips?"

"I'm getting into horseback riding," I blurted. They both stared at me.

And then something clicked in my mom's eyes that scared me. She cooed. "Oh, Sammy, that's what's going on with him. I get it now."

"How can you possibly understand any of this, Karen?" Dad grunted, glaring at me with full-force.

Mom reached over and patted my shoulder. "Oh, sweetie. You're having a midlife crisis."

Jerry started cackling.

"Maybe," I grunted, trying really hard not to facepalm. "You'll notice there are also paddles for a small canoe in there. I'm picking up all sorts of new hobbies."

"Mhmm," she nodded. "As a way to fight the ever-pressing reality of your oncoming death. I understand, honey. Well, maybe by the time we visit next week, you'll have a sweet woman to settle down with."

Jerry's cackling doubled in volume.

I plastered on a smile. "Please don't visit next week. I'll call. Bye, love you both, goodbye!"

I shooed them out of my house and locked the door behind them. By the time I made it back to the kitchen, Jerry was wiping away tears.

I knew that the correct thing to do would be to have an emotional conversation about how my parents' opinions didn't matter, but I had a much better plan.

"Strip, boy," I growled.

Jerry paused his laughing to grin with delight. "Yes, Sir."

This would be much more fun.