Chapter 5: Not So Happy Holidays
Family gatherings, especially during the holidays, have never been my favorite thing. Since Jonah and I have been escorting we have had a volatile relationship with extended family, our aunt and uncle, our grandparents. They have all assumed we do everything from porn to selling drugs for a living. We let them think what they want.
This year's Thanksgiving dinner has me tied in knots. I am not prepared to answer the million questions about what I am doing for work and I am not in the mood to be asked why I have not found a nice young lady to settle down with. My sexuality is a thing of mystery to them. I have been known to answer the question with snarky remarks like "he doesn't exist" or, "I am still undecided on which gender I prefer having sex with," hoping that will shut them down. But every year they try again.
We are at our parents house. I am in the kitchen with mom, helping her finish cooking the last few dishes and get them ready to be put on the table. I feel bad that I have left Jonah in the middle of the fray of family, but he is better at handling them than I will ever be. I am hoping mom has gotten over her curiosity about our business dealings though. There is no telling how many dishes I will break today.
Dinner is served and for the time being everyone is lost in the tastiness of the meal. Mom is an amazing cook. We are sitting around the large wood dining room table getting eating turkey with all the fixings and no one is really talking much. But by the time we have had our fill the chit chat begins and I am on edge. The questions begin. "How's work? What is it you do again? Have you met any nice girls yet?" Jonah answers each one himself. Good. Shrug. No.
"And you, Jake?" my grandmother turns her attention to me.
I take a deep breath. I am going to do it. I am going to answer honestly. I look at Jonah and give him a smile that I hope he understands. "Work is good, we're making good money, lots of clients. Escorting is a lucrative business. I'm not really looking to settle down just yet." I lie about that one thing. I'm frustrated with the questioning, but I am not stupid.
"So you are in porn," my aunt says after a brief silence has come over the room.
"We are escorts," Jonah answers her, I know this isn't a good enough explanation.
"So you're prostitutes?" my uncle chimes in. "You know about this?" he turns his attention to our parents who just nod.
"No wonder you haven't found anyone to settle down with," grandmother, still concerned with our love lives.
I want to scream at her. Tell her that she will never get the grandkids she's hoping for, not from us anyway. I know Rich is not going to be any help to us in the conversation so I don't even deflect to him. I just seethe in my seat for a few minutes and then I bolt out of the room.
Jonah finds me in our childhood bedroom. I am sitting on top of the small desk under a window that looks into the backyard where we played a lot of football and got a lot of bruises. He approaches and looks past me out the window. "Sorry, I just couldn't sit there anymore," I tell him.
"They're yelling at mom and dad now," Jonah says.
I feel guilty. "Damn, I'll go rescue them," I move to stand up but Jonah stops me. He wraps his arms around me and holds me there.
"They are going to ask more questions," Jonah says as he lets go of me.
"We do what we've always done, we say as little as possible, and if they ask us about having sex with each other we lie," I answer him.
"Agreed," he holds out his hand to pull me off the desk. As I am moving to stand up Rich comes into the room. His face is red and his eyes are dark.
"How long," he says trying to hold down his voice.
Jonah and I look at him with confusion. He's known about our work, so that's not what he's asking about. What is he asking about?
"How long have you been," he pauses, "having sex with each other?"
I feel like I have been hit in the gut. All the wind has been knocked out of me and I can't speak. "Two weeks," Jonah answers him.
Rich is running his fingers through his hair and pacing the room. He cannot look at either one of us. "Is it just a work thing?"
We don't answer. I know the smart thing to do is say yes. It is only for work and only for our clients. But I don't have the energy.
"You know that is illegal right?" Rich says. "Jesus. Don't ever tell mom and dad. Dad will have you thrown in jail and mom will be heartbroken," he adds. "Why?"
I am still speechless. Jonah looks at him, directly, and answers "Love."
Rich laughs. "Of course you love each other, you're brothers. But what you're doing, is just wrong."
Neither Jonah nor I say anything else. Rich looks at both of us. "You are going to go out there and you are going to say goodnight and leave. Go home and think about what you're doing. You can never be a real couple. Ever. You will never have children, you will never get married. You will never be able to talk about your relationship with anyone. And if the wrong people find out, you will go to jail."
"What are you going to do?" I find my voice.
"I am going to pretend like I don't know a damn thing," he says and turns his back on us.
Jonah and I wait a couple minutes before heading out of the room. "I'm not feeling well and you're going to drive me home and make sure I am okay," I tell him as we're walking down the hallway.
He stops me before we get into the living room. "No, we are going to excuse ourselves and leave. We don't need any reasons why. And if they ask for one, we tell them we're tired of being put on the spot and we're sorry our lives do not live up to their expectations."
I am surprised by his words. Jonah is the level headed one. I nod at him and smile with admiration. This is why I love him. My heart constricts as I think it.
No one makes any effort to stop us from leaving. Not even mom.
We have not said anything all the way home. When we step inside our condo Jonah turns to me and pulls me into an embrace. I wrap my arms around him and I feel safe. I let go of him and take his hand, pulling him into my bedroom. We are barely in the door when I drop to my knees. I don't even wait until we're at the bed before I am unzipping his jeans and pulling his dick out of his briefs, eager to feel him inside my mouth. He moans in appreciation, putting a hand on my head to guide me further into him. I run my lips and tongue over his cock, making it hard, wet, throb. He announces he is coming and I cannot wait to taste it. His cum slides down my throat and I lick his cock, making sure I get it all. He leans down and kisses me deep.
I stand up and Jonah picks me up and carries me to the bed. He lays me down softly and climbs over me. His eyes still have the want and need they have had since this began. I will never stop wanting to give him anything and everything he asks.
Jonah has unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulled them over my legs and off of my ankles. His fingers slide under the waistband of my briefs and my skin shudders at his touch. He adds my briefs to the pile of discarded clothing and turns me over. I feel him spread my ass cheeks with his hands and then I feel his tongue wet against my hole. I convulse under him and moan loudly. He continues to run his tongue over the opening of my ass and I am lost in ecstasy. When he stops I am about to protest but then I feel his dick slide into me and I am back to oblivion. He slowly pushes into me and I feel every bit of him. When he hits my prostate I push back against him and moan again. He continues his motions and I call out his name as I explode. My dick shoots cum all over the bedspread. He is close behind me, filling me with more cum and collapsing against my back.
"I will always want this," Jonah whispers in my ear as we cuddle together, sticky with cum and sweat.
"Me too," I answer and fall asleep.
A week later I am on the phone with mom attempting to apologize for being so candid during our Thanksgiving dinner. I know that in order to keep the family from being in turmoil Jonah and I will have to make an appearance at our grandparent's house on Christmas day. "I promise I will not mention our work again," I tell her.
