Big Mac

(Author's note: First up, apologies to Sam from YeahMad for stealing her dad joke, but goddamn, it's one of the funniest things I've ever heard in my life. Maybe it was all in her delivery.)

Mack woke up first. He rolled over and was glad to see the emo was still in his bed, sleeping peacefully. He watched the emo's hairless chest rise and fall as he dreamed.

He got up, took a piss, and walked to the kitchen. He put the kettle on to make his morning cup of tea and was surprised to find the emo standing in the hallway, yawning, stretching and rubbing his eyes.

Yoshi wore nothing but a t-shirt; his smallish cock was on full display. "Morning, big guy," he said, lazily scratching his balls. "What time is it? It's Saturday morning, don't you believe in the concept of a weekend sleep-in?"

The mechanic laughed. "Hey, punk. I think it's just the nature of my job. When you get used to getting up at sunrise five days a week, it makes it hard to sleep in on the other two." He pointed at the kettle. "Sorry, I must've woken you up with this this noisy fucker. I need to buy a quieter one. But now that you're up and about, do you want a cuppa?"

"Yeah," Yoshi replied, dropping a sneaky quiet fart. "That'd be good."

Mack reached for his grandma's old teapot and threw three heaped teaspoons of black leaves into it. He poured boiling water into the pot and left the tea to brew. He turned the radio on, and the morning news burbled away quietly in the background as he poured two mugs of steaming hot tea.

Yoshi added a teaspoonful of sugar to his cup and stirred it in. He blew on the surface of the liquid to cool it before taking a big sip. "Thanks for letting me stay over again, big guy." His beautiful eyes sparkled in the morning sun. "I had fun," he said, approaching the mechanic and wrapping an arm around his burly waist. "Did you?"

"Yeah," Mack replied. "Felt good."

The emo furrowed his brow, unsure what the mechanic obtuse response meant. "What felt good?"

"Just... working out how I feel, I guess."

"So you haven't changed your mind?"

"Nah, punk." The mechanic craned down and kissed Yoshi on the lips.

The emo looked up at him, teasingly, seductively. "I reckon you can do better than that, big guy."

Mack responded to the challenge by cupping Yoshi's smooth cheeks in his callused, blue-collar hands before driving his fat tongue into his mouth. The emo returned serve, gripping the back of the mechanic's neck, holding him close as their hungry tongues fought for dominance.

A thin streak of saliva connected their lips as the kiss ended and they pulled away.

"You taste like sugar," said the mechanic, breathless from the kiss.

"That's because I'm sweet," grinned Yoshi. His cock had begun to grow. He squeezed Mack's juicy butt with one hand while he finished his tea with the other. "Hey, I've got an idea."

"What's that?"

The emo grabbed the mechanic's hand and led it to his stiffening dick. "Look what you did to me, big guy. Let's go back to bed."

They climbed under the cotton sheet, embracing each other and kissing deeply. "You get me so fucking hard," came the emo's breathless whisper. Mack reached down, and with two fingers and his thumb, he began stroking the emo's penis. "Fuck," Yoshi squealed. "Your hand feels so good on my little Asian noodle."

The mechanic squirrelled his way down the mattress to get a closer look. "It's not little, it's cute," he said, licking the tip.

As Mack sucked the emo's uncut cock into his mouth, Yoshi moaned. "Fuck, daddy, I love it when you do that to me." The emo reached under the cotton sheet and put his hands on the back of the mechanic's head, squirming in pleasure. "Wait, stop," he said.

"Am I not doing it right?" asked the mechanic from under the sheet.

"I love how you suck my junk, daddy, but I want to suck yours too. Come up here and lay down."

Mack lay on his back, and Yoshi's eyes widened as he gazed at the mechanic's girthy prick.

Yoshi climbed on top of the mechanic in the classic 69 position. It made so much more sense for him to be on top. Mack might've crushed him if it was the other way around. He spat on his hand, smearing the viscous liquid across Mack's veiny shaft. The emo's erect penis hovered above the mechanic's face, still dripping with saliva.

Mack felt the emo's sweet, sugary breath on his shaft just before he felt his mouth enveloping it. Yoshi worked slowly, drooling all over the mechanic's flagpole. He wrapped his tongue around the shaft, making sure it was well-lubricated. He slowly bobbed his head up and down, stroking the thick shaft with a loose fist.

At the same time, the mechanic pulled Yoshi's hips down towards his face. He sucked the emo's dick back into his mouth and ran his tongue across the sensitive tip. With both hands, he lifted the emo's skinny hips up and down, making him fuck his face. He felt a dribble of sweet precum drooling onto his tongue, and he knew the emo was getting close.

Without warning, Yoshi's cute uncut penis pissed cum all over the mechanic's rough tongue, painting it a creamy white. And as he tasted the emo's nut in his mouth, he lifted his own hips up off the mattress and fucked Yoshi's face to climax. Thick ropes of semen shot from his mighty shaft, cannoning into the emo's tonsils.

Yoshi swallowed his prize before rolling off the mechanic's torso. He pivoted head to toe and lay next to him. He draped an arm across Mack's solid chest. "Fuck, big guy, that was so hot."

The mechanic didn't reply.

"I love it when you nut in my mouth," Yoshi continued, stroking a finger lightly across Mack's hairy, masculine chest. "You taste so good."

Still nothing from the mechanic.

Yoshi noticed Mack was breathing through his nose. "Wait. You haven't swallowed, have you?"

The mechanic shook his head from side to side.

"It's still in your mouth, isn't it?"

Mack nodded.

"That's so fucking kinky," seethed the emo. He rolled on top of the mechanic again, kissing him deeply. They snowballed his load back and forth for a moment until it began to dribble across the mechanic's unshaven cheeks. Mack got up, walked to the bathroom, and washed his face.

The emo lay on his back again, blissfully staring at the ceiling, waiting for his host to return. "Fuck, big guy, that's one of the hottest things I've ever done."

"I don't think I've ever done that before," replied the mechanic as he climbed back into bed. "But I've always wanted to."

"Not even with your wife?" asked Yoshi, and Mack's face fell. "Fuck, sorry, I shouldn't have asked that, it isn't my business." He paused for a second. "I can't deny I'm curious, but I don't want to pry."

The mechanic cleared his throat. "It's OK," he coughed. "For now, let's just say there were a lot of things I would've liked to do with her that she wasn't into. Eventually, I stopped asking."

The emo smiled like the devil. "I'm into everything. Like, I just want you to know you can do anything you want with me. If there's something on your bucket list that you've never done, tell me and we'll do it. But first, I'd kill for another cup of tea, and maybe a piece of toast."

"No worries, punk," smiled Mack. Abigail was his past now, but maybe this lithe, sexy, and seemingly fearless emo kid was his future. "Get up and I'll make you some breakkie."

They sat at the mechanic's makeshift dining table, each with a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of them, plus a second cup of tea. "Mmmm!" exclaimed the emo as he took his first mouthful. "Fuck, big guy, you really know how to cook! Mum's scrambled eggs don't taste anything like this!"

"The secret is cheese. I whip the eggs in a bowl, then I add a splash of milk and a handful of shredded cheese. And a pinch of pepper. The other secret is to stir vigorously while cooking, to remember to take the frypan off the heat towards the end, and not to overcook the eggs because they taste terrible if you cook all the moisture out." Mack took a satisfied bite of toast. "The cookbook's coming out next month," he deadpanned.

His guest inhaled his breakfast like he'd never eaten anything before, and it warmed Mack's heart to see how much Yoshi loved his cooking.

The emo rested his cutlery on the plate and patted his stomach. "Delicious."

"Glad you liked it," replied Mack, clearing the table. "Hey, so we need to talk about something."

Yoshi tensed up as he watched Mack dump the plates in the kitchen sink before returning to the table. "Look, if you want to forget this ever happened, that's cool with me..."

"No, punk," interrupted Mack. "It's not that. I don't want that. But we need to be honest with each other. I mean, I'm older than you..."

"I don't care," interrupted the emo. "I really don't." Defiantly, he flicked his fringe away from his face.

The mechanic exhaled. He knew what he had to try to say, but he doubted he'd be able to find the right words. "Yeah, but I do, and it's got nothing to do with you, and everything to do with my social circle. It's different for me, and I need you to try to understand."

Yoshi waited quietly, looking down at his hands clasped together on the table.

"My generation is different," began the mechanic. "You already know that. I sensed it in the note you left me. To have that level of intergenerational understanding, I reckon you're mature beyond your years, so maybe you'll easily understand what I need to tell you, but I need to say it anyway." He stared out the window, trying to pull the right words together. "My friends are older than your friends," he continued, "and the world they live in is different. My friends are in stable, hetero, long-term nuclear family relationships, like I once was. Some of them are gonna freak out when I tell them Abby and I have separated. I've hardly told anyone about that, but some have probably heard the news second-hand, but even so, when I tell them, they're gonna have questions. Some of the questions will be 'are you OK', but others will be 'what the fuck happened between you two, I always thought you'd be together forever.' Some of them will feel the need to take sides, and I expect that most of the friends I met through Abby won't want to be friends with me anymore."

"If that happens," Yoshi interrupted quietly, "then maybe they were never your friends to begin with."

"You're absolutely right," answered the mechanic, "but that doesn't mean it won't hurt to lose them. And some of my friends will freak out even further when I tell them I've met someone new, and that it's a guy. I don't think any of my friends are homophobic, but even so, they'll probably need some time and space to process that, because I'm not sure I've ever said or done anything to suggest that I'm attracted to men as well as women. It'll take them by surprise." He stopped to take a deep breath. "Let's just say I'm expecting some of my friends won't want to know me anymore after I tell them Abby and I have split up and I'm with a dude. But then when I tell them you're half my age, heads will explode. They'll think I've lost my mind."

"If this is gonna be weird for you," suggested the emo, "then maybe don't tell your friends about me. There's no need to, is there? Like, why do I need to be part of your narrative? Especially if it's just going to make everything harder for you?"

The mechanic's clear blue eyes were sad yet defiant. "Because I don't want to lie to people I know, irrespective of whether they'll still be my friends or not. And I don't want to lie to you, and I don't want to lie to myself anymore either."

The emo understood. "Fuck, big guy, why are you telling me this?" he asked, trying not to cry. He wasn't just a homewrecker, now he was a potential lifewrecker.

"Two reasons. First, I need you to know that while I love you, it's going to be very hard to integrate you into my normal life. I want to, but it'll be hard for me, because I know there'll be collateral damage. I know I'm gonna lose friends and connections, but I don't know which of my friends are gonna understand and which won't. My life has already been disrupted, but I know it's gonna be disrupted again. So maybe I shouldn't worry so much about trying to preserve what's left of my normal life. Maybe my normal life has already gone, but maybe I just haven't accepted that yet." He stopped, remembering the seed Abby planted in his head a few nights ago. "And second, because I'm scared you're gonna bail on me once you've had your fun. And then I would've lost everything. My wife, my friends, and you."

Yoshi winced as he listened to the mechanic talking about 'integrating' him into his life and being fearful of 'collateral damage', but he let it pass. He knew that wasn't what Mack meant. He knew he was just struggling to find the right words.

"Listen to me," whispered the emo. "This is difficult for me too, but in a different way, because the feelings I have for you are so new to me. You know my past. I've never felt like this before, and I need you to believe that when I told you I loved you, I meant it. If 'I love you' was just a string of words, I wouldn't have waited twenty-one years to say them to someone. I know I'm a bit of a slut, and I probably always will be, but I always thought that when I eventually fell for someone, I'd fall hard, and with you, I think I have. Like, I'm not promising faithfulness of the flesh, but you aren't a plaything to me. What I wrote in my note about how I imagined you must've felt when you left your wife and your house... like, I mean, I've never been in that situation myself, but that doesn't mean I don't understand. I hope that makes sense." He paused for a second, feeling the stillness in the morning air. "I'm so into you, big guy. And I just want to say it again, because it feels so fucking good to say it. I love you. And I know this is gonna be tough, and I don't want to get in the way and make things harder than they already are for you. I can give you as much space as you need, so if you're worried about me being the talking point at the next backyard barbeque you go to, you don't need to worry. I won't be offended or upset if it takes you a long time to introduce me to your friends, or even if you never introduce me at all, but I'll always be there for you when you need me." He unclasped his hands and held one out across the table for the mechanic to accept.

Tears were streaming down the mechanic's face. "Stop making me cry, punk. Rugby players are meant to be tough as nails."

Yoshi smiled thinly at Mack's self-deprecatory comment. "Is this a relationship?" he asked. "I've never been in one before, so I don't know what it's supposed to feel like, but the way we're talking to each other makes me feel like maybe we are." He paused for a second. "Like, dude, this conversation is serious as fuck."

Mack wiped his eyes but didn't respond.

"So is that what this is?" whispered Yoshi. "Are you my boyfriend?"

Boyfriend? Mack had barely heard that word since high school.

"Because I'd really like it if you were," confessed the emo. "We can go slow. No rocking up at your mates' barbeques and feeling like you need to explain shit like you're seeing a shrink. No surprising you at the pub when you're on the piss with your alpha rugby mates."

"It feels weird," whispered the mechanic. "I'm really scared, but I feel happy at the same time. My emotions are everywhere right now."

"Mine too," smiled Yoshi. "I'm probably gonna freak the shit out of your friends one day," he continued, "but I reckon the ones you keep will be the ones who understand you and accept you no matter what."

"Hope so," Mack breathed.

They listened to the traffic flowing underneath Mack's rented balcony.

"So is that what this is?" asked Yoshi.

"What?"

"Is this a relationship? Am I your boyfriend? Are you mine?"

Mack embraced the emo and held him so tightly there was no doubt what his answer was. They kissed, but it was a kiss of love, not of lust. Yoshi looked up, gazing into the the mechanic's crystal clear blue irises, and Mack dived headlong into the emo's beautiful pools of dark light.

Yoshi stood on tiptoes, feeling his tendons stretch. He felt as light as a feather, like he could launch himself off Mack's balcony railing, fly away and take to the skies. So this was what it felt like to be in love. To feel his heart pounding through his chest for someone else, and to feel it reciprocated in equal measure. He had a uni tutorial to prepare for on Monday, but fuck that shit. He'd cram on Sunday night. "Are you busy today?" he asked.

"Had a few things to do," replied Mack, "but nothing urgent. Why?"

"Thought it'd be nice to spend some more time together," suggested the emo. He glanced out the window. "Your noisy kettle woke me up way too early for a Saturday, and after a delicious breakfast, two strong mugs of tea, a hot sixty-nine with the best dick in the world followed by the best conversation of my life, I feel like going for a walk along the riverbank. What do you reckon?"

"Let's go." The mechanic got dressed and they left his apartment, heading towards the mangrove brown water. They had lunch together, then went their separate ways. The emo had something he needed to do.

*

Mid-afternoon, Yoshi texted his bestie Amelia.

Yoshi: hey babe

Amelia: hey...

The emo noticed the three dots at the end of the goth's greeting. They weren't good news. He tried to ignore them.

Yoshi: how've u been?

Amelia: ok i guess, been catching up on some reading. so did u get covid?

The emo remembered the white lie he told her about coming into close contact with a carrier.

Yoshi: nah dodged a bullet, but better to be safe, didn't want to give it to you

Amelia: how's the mechanic

Yoshi: good... hey u wanna catch up 2nite

Amelia: why, is he busy?

Oof. Fuck, that hurt.

Yoshi: dunno to be honest... anyway haven't seen u in ages would be great to do something

Amelia: what've u got in mind

Yoshi: let's go to the pub and catch up

Amelia: ok maybe around 6

Yoshi: c u then babe cant wait

The goth didn't reply.

*

Yoshi opened his bathroom cabinet and took his small bottle of black nail polish off the shelf. After giving it a shake, he carefully repainted his fingernails, then shook them lightly in the air to kickstart the drying process. Once they were dry, he showered.

He wore a long-sleeved black t-shirt with an emo band logo on the front, a pair of black shorts that hung just below his knees, a pair of 10-hole Doc Marten boots, and a pair of alternating black and white stripy tights. He grabbed his backpack, wallet, phone and keys, and threw a woollen cap onto his head. Just before leaving the house, he put on a pair of fishnet gloves that covered his palms and wrists. He checked himself in the mirror and was happy with what he saw.

He pulled the front door closed behind him and walked to the pub. He bought a glass of wine and sat in a quiet corner to wait for her. He scrolled through socials on his phone then opened his backpack to retrieve the novel he was currently reading.

He finished his wine; still no Amelia.

He turned the book face-down on the table to save his place, bought another drink, and continued reading.

He checked his phone. She was almost 45 minutes late. Usually she'd text if she was delayed. Yoshi checked his phone. No messages.

He wasn't in any specific hurry, but he needed to tell her something, and butterflies were dancing around in his anxious stomach.

Around seven o'clock, Amelia arrived. She found the emo and he stood to greet her. They hugged, but something felt amiss. "Wait here a sec," she said, "just gonna get a drink."

Yoshi sat back down. He placed his bookmark in the spine and put the volume back in his bag. He watched her at the bar. Fuck, she was sexy. She wore a tight black t-shirt, clearly designed to show off her fat rack, and a short red skirt. A pair of black leggings disappeared inside a pair of cherry red Docs. He desperately wanted to suck on her neck and tits before she pegged him with her fat plastic black cock, but at least for now, he needed to check his libido.