A Wiced Valentine's Day

*****The following story is fiction and all characters are 18 and older*****

Part 3 of the Rohan and Arturo Holiday series.

Hooking up with a straight man is always a special feeling because it's a rare occurrence. Perhaps it's that feeling of curiosity that urges them to say 'yes' to a hook up. But at the end, the men simply walk out of your life and back into their straight life. A memory that fades in their mind. Those feelings you manifest in that brief time you spent together, must be buried deep.

It's a strange feeling.

But it's even stranger when the straight man has feelings for you; like if they are in a honeymoon phase. Many times in my life, I've hooked up with straight men, and we would simply part ways after. But Rohan was different. The man had manifested feelings for me rather quickly; too quickly that it held grounds for suspicion. He claimed he felt special when he was with me. Part of me felt these feelings weren't genuine as if he was keeping me around to use as a hole. A "pocket bussy" as some might call it. This feeling kept itching at me like an annoying rash.

I decided to set some boundaries and stipulations on our first date to see if this relationship was more than just great sex. I had told him this, "I think we shouldn't have sex until I believe you've earned it."

Rohan stared at me with a confused look on his face. We sat in a corner booth in a Chili's in Whittier. He wanted a place where no one would recognize him. Which I understood, the man was discovering his new found homosexual feelings. Normally, I'd hate that, but Rohan needed room to walk under the rainbow light. He couldn't do that with people he might know seeing him. He'd get discouraged and scared to continue. He had to be comfortable with me.

"Okay, that sounds like a good idea," he finally said.

"Really? What if you get the urge?" I brought my foot to his groin under the table and rubbed it.

He smiled, "Stop that, you'll dirty my pants. Also, I've gone months without sex. I'll live. Also, also, I remember what you said last week that you didn't want the relationship to be based on good sex. I want to get to know you and do stuff with you," he reached for my hand and grabbed it.

The gentle touch made my heart warm.

But it was a brief moment as the waitress came back, causing Rohan to release his hand. She placed the plates of food on our table and left.

"I'm sorry," Rohan said.

I grabbed my knife and fork, "Rohan, it's fine. I don't expect you to be fully comfortable in public yet. It was a nice gesture."

He smiled, and we ate.

As the weeks of January went on, Rohan and I spent a good amount of time together every week. About 2-3 days. Since his college was only 15 minutes away from my Target, we'd meet after work, and hang out for an hour or two. I had to admit, he was putting in the effort which I liked.

I learned a lot about him in those weeks. Rohan came from a wealthy family. His mother worked for a pharmaceutical company; his stepfather was a lawyer. Rohan didn't talk about his real father. It was clear that that was a touchy subject for him. Rohan had an older sister, but she was barely mentioned, which made me wonder if there were any issues between them.

On the third week of our dating, Rohan opened up to me a bit more. It was surprising how quickly this relationship was forming. He was bringing me gifts every time we saw each other, we took pictures together, and even kissed a few times. He was truly making me feel special, and that itch of doubt had started to fade.

That week, we almost had sex, but I couldn't bring him back to my apartment; my mother was there doing her usual weekly cleaning. My mother loved to stay active. I insisted on doing it myself, but it was the only time I could really see her without visiting my parent's home. I still wasn't on good terms with my father.

I had proposed going to his apartment, but when I did, a shadow fell over him. We sat on a bench in the middle of a park outside of Los Angeles. "Look, we can't go back to my place. My roommate..." his voice trailed off.

I rubbed his shoulder, "It's okay. We don't want to disturb your roommate. That would be awkward."

"It's more than that, Arturo. Samuel, my roommate, is...well, he's homophobic."

"Ah, I see. I'm sorry. We can do it some other time."

"Yeah, that's fine," he looked down at the ground. He seemed like a scared teenager. So fragile, unsure of himself, scared. It was an odd sight to see, this sculpted man being so sensitive with me, so vulnerable. Maybe this relationship can work.

Either he was a great actor or these were his real feelings. I got mad at myself for even thinking that. The man was being vulnerable with me and here I was casting doubt like a wizard.

"Is everything okay, Rohan?"

"Yeah, everything is fine. It's just, am I being a good boyfriend?"

Boyfriend? Were we there already? I mean, how many dates are required before we start labeling it a relationship. We are already far past the sex part, and the dates have been getting better and better. The feelings are definitely there between us. The only thing that hung over it was that darn cloud of doubt. It was that stubborn speck of dirt on the window.

"Well, I didn't realize we were already saying boyfriend to each other."

"Are we not? Did I speak too soon?" Rohan said. He sounded worried. It was cute.

I smiled, "Rohan, no, you didn't. I will call you my boyfriend if you call me yours."

Rohan brought his hand to my cheek and brought my face to his, a warm hot breath was between our faces as we looked into each other's eyes and kissed, "Yes, Arturo. I will call you my boyfriend."

Rohan kissed with passion. I felt the love between us, but neither of us had said that word to each other. I wondered when he would say it.

"To answer your question, yes, you have been a good boyfriend so far. I know it's an adjustment period for you. For me as well. It's not often I get to date a straight man."

He smirked, "Well, according to Reddit, I'm probably bisexual or a closeted homosexual."

I raised an eyebrow, "Reddit? Of all places, you go to Reddit to ask for advice?"

"I mean, where else would I go? I have no one to ask. I am not out to my friends or family."

He made a point.

"Okay, you're right. But Reddit is an echo chamber, so tread lightly," we fell silent.

A gentle breeze moved through the park. Our hands were glued to each other. Love was definitely in the air. The LA weather helped with this, despite it still being winter, the temperatures were nice outside.

Rohan removed his hand from mine and wrapped his around my shoulder to bring me in for a kiss. "So, what else did Reddit teach you about being a good boyfriend?" I said.

He chuckled, "Well, to communicate and be honest."

"Mhmm, what else?" I held a grin on my face. He was so cute trying to tell me this stuff.

"Uh to bring you gifts; lots of gifts."

"People on the internet told you to bring me gifts?"

"They did. Which reminds me," he dug into his leather jacket pocket, "Since I've read the book already," he held out two tickets, "We can go watch the Wicked stage musical."

My eyes widened with happiness, "Really? Okay, someone is definitely getting laid soon."

We shared a laugh and kissed.

The kiss felt good, but there was one kiss that lingered on my mind. The one on the first day we met. I wondered why he did so if he was straight.

On another date we ate at a steakhouse in Burbank.

"Rohan, can I ask you something?" I said calmly. He had been digging his knife into his steak.

"Shoot."

"Why did you kiss me that day? The first day we met in the Santa house? I've always wondered why a straight man would do so?"

Rohan shrugged, "To be honest, I don't know. It just felt right in the moment. I didn't even think about it, I just did it. Why? I shouldn't have?"

"No, it's not that. I was just curious. I mean, I loved it and I love the time we spent together."

"Me too," he chewed a piece of steak then swallowed, "So that Wicked date, it's on Valentine's day. Would you be available that weekend?"

"Valentine's day? How romantic. I should be off Friday and Saturday, but Sunday I'll have to work."

"Two days is better than one. Would you be willing to stay with me in a hotel? Get some privacy."

I grinned, "Look at you, thinking you're going to get laid by taking me to go see Wicked."

Rohan laughed, "I mean, if that doesn't work I don't know what will."

I laughed, "Sure, Rohan, I'd love to stay with you at a hotel."

I couldn't believe I had found a man like Rohan, it felt like a dream come true. He listens, he doesn't judge. He's funny and empathetic. The more I got to know him the more I was falling in love with him.

After we ate we walked to his car which was parked in a dark lit corner of the parking lot. The urge to suck him off came to me. I felt he earned at least a blowjob. Rohan unlocked the car, but I didn't go to the passenger seat, instead I leaned against the driver side of the car. I smiled as confusion grew on his face. With my index finger, I called for him. Like a good boyfriend he came to me. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. My hand moved down his figure until it reached the bulge in his pants.

"That dinner must've had something in it," Rohan said.

I smiled, "I think you've earned something tonight."

"Out here?" Before Rohan could say anything else, I squatted down. The location we were in was pretty private. The car was against the fence so the only way anyone would see us was if they were to come in front of the car.

I opened Rohan's pants and pulled out his cock from the fly of his grey cotton boxers. If he was going to continue to be my boyfriend, I needed him to switch to briefs. I took the flaccid cock into my mouth and began to pleasure it.

Within seconds Rohan's cock grew to full size. I pulled down his pants further to grope his butt cheeks while I moved my head back and forth. Rohan stared down at me as I gazed up at him as I moved my head back and forth. He would look up quickly to see if anyone was coming.

Rohan released a moan when I swallowed his cock into my throat. I held a tight grip on his firm cotton covered butt cheeks. The wet muscles in my throat tightened and pleased the sensitive tip causing Rohan to jerk.

I pulled the cock from my throat and continued my handless blowjob. The moans grew frequent from Rohan. I felt the climax coming so I picked up speed.

Rohan grunted and his knees bent. An explosion of cum happened in my mouth causing a pool of cum to form on my tongue. Each pump was accompanied with a moan, then Rohan finished. I sucked out any remaining cum on his urethra and closed his pants back up.

We kissed. "That's all for now," I said.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, "That's enough for me, baby."

"Baby?" I thought to myself. I liked it.

We kissed some more then he drove me home.

Valentine's day came quickly!

I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited for it. It was the first time in a long time that I was excited for Valentine's Day. Rohan had bought us tickets to go see Wicked and we were going to spend the night together in a hotel. I loved how Rohan was putting in so much effort to make me fall in love with him. To be honest, I was already in love with him. If I had to put a percentage on it, it would be 98%. The remaining 2% doubted that this could all just be confused feelings that he had for me.

A shiny black Escalade rolled up at the entrance of the driveway to my apartment complex. The tinted windows rolled down to reveal Rohan in the driver seat with a black pair of sunglasses.

"Your ride is here, my dear Prince," Rohan said.

I laughed and entered the vehicle, "So did..." I was interrupted with a kiss from Rohan.

I savored the kiss and continued my question, "Did you get a new car?"

"It's my mother's. She let me borrow it, I told her I was going on a date."

"Oh? So did you tell her who you are going on a date with?"

Rohan chewed his lower lip and put the vehicle in drive, "No. I'm not ready for that."

"I understand, Rohan. So what are we doing first?"

"I was thinking about food and maybe some shopping, we got some time before the show starts."

We ate at a nice Italian restaurant. Rohan was dressed in a light blue long sleeve button up dress shirt, with black slacks that hugged his athletic figure well. While I had on a bright green polo and some beige dress pants. I definitely felt underdressed, but he didn't seem to care. His cologne was intoxicating though. Every time he moved his arms, the scent would move across the table and into my nostrils. I wanted to bathe with him in that cologne.

While we ate we discussed the book Wicked. I explained to him that he should lower his expectations of the stage play as the book and the play were two separate things. He agreed as he mentioned the book's darker tone and topics and wouldn't make sense in the context of a musical.

Rohan raised his glass of wine while I did the same, we tapped the glasses and drank. This fine man was making me feel like a giddy little school girl.

After dinner, we walked into the mall. We had time to kill before the show. "So where do you want to go?" Rohan asked.

"I don't know. I don't even know what I need. I do like Macy's."

"Let's go then."

We went inside the store and straight to the pant's section, "I think you should own a good pair of Levis," he said.

"Oh yeah?"

"What? You don't find men in Levi's hot? I was wearing Levis the day of the party and almost every date we've been on."

"They're a bit pricey though," I said.

"Don't worry about that."

I told Rohan my sizes and he picked out a few pairs for me to try on.

"Oh you want me to try them on, now?"

"Of course. Is there anything you would want me to try on for you?"

I bit my lower lip and remembered that I wanted him to wear briefs, "Yeah, actually, briefs."

He shrugged, "I mean, I've already worn one pair. Why not?"

We quickly went to the underwear aisle where I picked out a few pairs for him to try on, then we went into the changing room.

We stood inside the 6 by 6 foot room. The room was spacious and housed a single bench with some hooks on the opposite wall. The large mirror surrounded by lights was on the wall behind the door.

"So, who is trying on the clothes first?" Rohan said.

"I don't know, do you want to go first?"

"How about we rock, paper, scissors it?"

I laughed and made my left hand into a fist. We shook our fists three times. My fingers formed the scissors while Rohan's were a fist. I lost.

"Oh darn," I said.

Rohan sat on the bench and watched me as I removed my pants. I stood there in my pink C-IN2 briefs. He gazed at me and said, "Take off your top."

I did as commanded and sood there in my slim figure. "This is the first time I see you like this, you know that?" He said.

The realization made my eyes widen. He was right, the last few times we had sex we had clothes on. We hadn't been entirely naked with one another and at the moment we weren't. But that would change tonight.

"You look amazing," he said.

My cheeks flushed red and I grabbed the blue Levis 501s he loved. I slipped them on and immediately I noticed they were snug. They were my size 32 x 34.

"Are they supposed to be this tight?" I said as I tried to walk in them.

Rohan laughed, "Yeah at first. You got to break them in. However, they look amazing on you. And I just realized..." his voice trailed off.

"What?"

Rohan stood behind me in front of the mirror, his arms wrapped around my waist and we stared at ourselves in the reflection. "You're taller than me."

"I am. Does that bother you?" I said with a grin.

"It does a little," we kissed.

I broke his arms off my waist and turned to him, "It's your turn."

Rohan reached over to the bench and opened the package of Calvin Klien briefs, the first pair he took out was gray in color. I watched with eager eyes as Rohan removed his pants revealing his bright red Nike trunks. They were quickly removed and I saw his flaccid cock and balls hang for a brief moment, then he slipped on his new underwear.

"A bit snug," he said.

"Yeah, but you look amazing in them. Turn around," Rohan slowly turned around showcasing his great physique in the snug underwear. Rohan removed his shirt and we approached the mirror. We stared at ourselves in the reflection, me with my new pants on him with his briefs.

"I like the pants," I said.

"It'll take me a bit to get used to the briefs, but I'll wear them for you."

We kissed. My hands quickly touched his bare skin. It was the first time in a long time I saw his upper body. The last time being when we had sex at the Christmas event. His back collided against the wall and he turned me around. I felt the heat emanating from our bodies as we continued to kiss. My hand grabbed Rohan's bulge where I felt the cock growing in size. His hands slid down the small of my back and around to undo my pants. The flaps opened and I could feel his hand on my throbbing erection.

Rohan moved to kissing my neck.

I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him back, "Stop."

Rohan looked confused, "What happened?"

"Not here. I want to wait for tonight when we have privacy."

"That's a good idea actually. I wanted to try something."

"Oh? What's that?"

Rohan smiled, "You'll have to wait for tonight. I'll buy them all by the way, the underwear. And I'm buying you those pants."

"Anything for you Rohan."

We kissed.

We tried on the rest of the clothes, then left to pay for them.

Rohan got us middle row tickets for Wicked. The seats were perfect to watch the entire show. Prior to taking our seats, Rohan and I bought some snacks and merchandise. He bought himself the Wizard's emerald green round glasses. He looked so cute in them. What made him even cuter was the fact he was excited.

The lights dimmed and the show began.

When the show ended, Rohan and I left. It was a little past 10:30 when it did. We discussed the show and I was asking him all these questions.

"Yeah, it was way different than the book. But I loved it. It reminded me of when I was kid, I loved musicals. My favorite one to watch was Grease."

"A classic one. Mine is still Wicked."

While we walked through the parking garage, I noticed that we were holding hands. I didn't even know when it happened. I wonder if he knew.

"I have to admit, I liked that Fiyero guy's drip."

I laughed, "OMG I can't believe people say that."

"It's from our generation," he laughed.

I looked down to our hands and Rohan did the same.

"Oh, I didn't realize..." his voice trailed off.

I smiled, "It's okay Rohan, it just tells me you're serious about this relationship."

We approached his car and he pushed me up against it, my butt pressed up against the lid of the gas tank. A smile was on his face revealing those pearly whites of his.

We kissed.

His groin rubbed against mine. I felt the sexual tension immediately, "So, what do you want to do next?" Rohan said.

I glanced at my watch, it was about to be 11 p.m. Not much we could do this time at night. Other than sex of course. I wrapped my arms around his waist, "We can go to the hotel and get some sleep."

"Some sleep? We can't cuddle?" he pleaded.

Rohan moved his hips rubbing his bulge against mine, "Well, we can do that."

I felt him grip my butt cheeks, "And then what?"

I grinned, "I think we can find something to do."

We got into Rohan's sports car and drove to the hotel.

I recognized the hotel. I had been there once with some friends in high school. Rohan got us a room near the top with a balcony. I had to admit, it felt good to be with a man with money. I walked into the spacious room, "Wow! It's so big," I said.