The Gus Diaries

Part 119

Prom Season II


 

By the time I finished my last class on the day that Suzy asked Jeff to take her to the Senior Prom, I was finally getting used to the idea. I still didn’t like it, but I would cope. After all, I’d have Jeff all to myself on Friday night at the Junior Prom and all day Saturday. Who’s to say just how much I’d tire him out before he had to pick up Little Miss Pom-Pom. Okay, maybe I wasn’t completely comfortable with the idea, nor would I ever be, but I decided to keep that bit of information to myself.

When the bell rang, indicating school was over, I ran to the parking lot. Jeff said he’d have his Jeep with him, and I couldn’t wait to have him alone in the car with the doors locked, my lips on his, and my hand wrapped around his cock. I could never get enough of Jeff, and just seeing him and kissing him at lunch had me focused on one thing for the rest of the day ... and it wasn’t getting straight A’s.

I could feel my dick getting harder, just thinking about Jeff’s hot cock, lengthening under my touch, and then I spotted him at the car. He wasn’t alone. Fuck!

“Hey, Newbie, look who wants to come with us.”

“Hi, Gus. I just want to make sure Jeff picks out the perfect tux for my prom.”

“I thought gays were known for their fashion sense, I’m sure he’ll select a tux that will work equally well for a hetero date as it will for a queer connection,” I deadpanned.

I inwardly gagged when Suzy giggled. “You can be such a cutie, Gus. No wonder Jeff likes to keep you around.”

“Yeah, he keeps me around ‘cause I’m cute.” I tried to contain myself and behave, but something about Suzy made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “And because I give great head.”

“Gus!” I wasn’t sure who bellowed my name louder, Jeff or Suzy, but I definitely got their attention.

“Look, let’s just get to the tailor. My Dad made the appointment, and I don’t want to be late. His tailor is very important to him.”

Jeff tried to give me a quick kiss on the lips but I turned away and walked to the passenger side door.

“Suzy, do you need to sit in the front seat? I mean, if you get car sick I wouldn’t want you puking in Jeff’s Jeep.” I was done being an obnoxious kid, but I couldn’t help one last jab.

“No, Gus, I’ll be fine back here. This is a very roomy back seat.”

She has no idea just how roomy it is. Jeff and I had tested it out on more than one occasion. He glared at me, probably knowing exactly what I was thinking, and I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut this time.

When we arrived at the tailor, he totally pampered us. “Ahhh, young Mr. Kinney, it’s always a pleasure to see you and your handsome beau.”

“Thanks. My Dad said he’d call ahead and tell you why we were coming today.”

“Not only did he call, but he told me which tux to select for each of you, and that they must be black. I believe his exact quote was, No high school clown colors for my son or his boyfriend. They’ll be the classiest act in the room.

Jeff chuckled. “Gotta love your dad. It sometimes amazes me that of all people he picked your Pop to marry.”

I started laughing with him. “Yeah. One of them practically lives on the Best Dressed List and the other on the Worst Dressed List. I guess opposites really do attract.”

Jeff jumped in. “And the best part is, they both like the list they ended up on.” We continued enjoying a good laugh while Suzy looked on in confusion. I have to admit, having inside jokes with Jeff helped my attitude toward her improve.

“You mean I won’t get to help you pick out your tux, Jeff? I thought we could do this together.”

Whoops, that remark cut off my good humor.

“Look, Suzy, as much as I know you wanted to help me pick something out, the truth is Mr. Kinney...” I smirked at Jeff. “I mean, Brian, has better taste than anyone. He dresses his husband for all his biggest art shows and everyone else in the family when something major is going on in their lives. You’ll just have to trust that he knows what he’s doing. Everyone else does and it always pays off.”

“Well, okay. But at least I can be here and see the style. You know I’ll need to get you a boutonniere.”

I looked from Suzy to Jeff. “I guess that means we’ll have to tell the florist to arrange a corsage for Suzy too.”

“Oh, you must! I’ll be wearing a pink dress.”

“Of course you will,” I said under my breath.

“What was that, Gus?” Her eyes narrowed.

“Nothing. I think pink will look great on you.”

Jeff nudged my shoulder and the fitting finally moved forward.

When we finished with all the measurements and were ready to leave I checked my watch. “Oh shit! I need to be at Uncle Michael’s store in ten minutes.”

“No problem, Newbie. It’s just a couple of miles from here. I’ll drop you off. I don’t need to get to work for a couple more hours. Suzy, where can I drop you?”

“Why don’t you come to my house and I’ll show you the dress so you’ll know the exact color for my flowers?”

“Okay.”

I rolled my eyes, but figured Jeff could deal with Suzy and her bullshit. Uncle Michael was due to get the newest issue of Spiderman today and the store would be like a zoo. I’d be stocking, selling, and showing merchandise all afternoon. We’d probably stay open later than usual.

After I got out of the Jeep, Suzy moved to the front seat. I watched her toss her hair back. I may be gay, but I’m not stupid. That bitch was trying to flirt with my boyfriend!

 

*~*~*~*~*
 

Dad and Pop picked me up when it was time to close the store. It had been a rough day from beginning to end and I was exhausted.

“Hey, Sonny Boy, how was the visit to one of the happiest places on earth?”

I snorted. “The trip to the tailor went fine. It would have been better, and hotter, if Suzy hadn’t come along.”

Pop turned around in the passenger seat. “Who?”

“Jeff agreed to take Matt’s ex to her prom the day after mine.”

“I see.” Pop reached over to Dad and put a hand on his knee. “Jeff does know he might be a bit tired after your prom and the after party celebrations, doesn’t he?”

I nodded. “I think so, but he’s known Suzy since they were much younger and...”

Dad chimed in, “Suzy? What the fuck kind of ridiculous name is that for a young woman?”

“It’s a great name for a cheerleader.” I know I was stereotyping and Marci would kill me if she heard, but fuck it -- I was tired and cranky.

Pop added softly, “Does she know about what happened between you and Matt?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Gus, doesn’t it make you wonder why a cheerleader selected a gay man to take her to the prom?”

“I know, Pop, I know! But what the fuck am I supposed to do? I trust Jeff, even if I don’t trust her.”

“Okay, Gus. Jeff is a good kid. I’m sure everything will be fine.” It was obvious Pop was just placating me.

I hate when my fathers start agreeing with my own concerns. Makes them seem so much more plausible.

 

*~*~*~*~*
 

The three of us relaxed over a nice, quiet dinner. We don’t have those nearly enough lately, between Dad’s job, Pop’s painting -- he was in one of his productive stages -- and my studying to make sure I got good enough grades to get into CMU, even though I was more convinced every day that I’d be recruited by their basketball team. It would be great to play alongside Jeff again.

The doorbell rang unexpectedly at about ten o’clock.

“Brian, were you expecting someone from the office?”

“No. You have nothing being delivered from, or picked up for, the gallery?”

Pop shook his head and walked to the door. “Hey. What are you doing here? You don’t look so good.”

“I never made it to work, but I wanted, no, make that needed, to see Gus. I know it’s late for a school night, but this is important.”

I’d heard everything and started getting goose bumps, despite the warm air pouring through the open door.

“Newbie, we need to talk. Now!”

Pop was right. Jeff looked like shit.

“Do you want to take a quick shower first? Then you can tell me what’s going on, why you never made it to the diner.”

“A shower can wait, we need to talk right now, it’s been a crazy night, Gus.”

Dad was standing at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes widened. “Gus, why don’t you get Jeff some water and a couple of aspirin from our bathroom upstairs.” It was clearly more than a mere suggestion so I did as I was told.

The only difference was that I knew where Pop kept a stash of aspirin in the kitchen, so I didn’t disappear for quite as long as they thought I would.

Walking back into the hallway, I nearly dropped the glass. I froze hearing words I never thought I’d hear from Jeff’s lips.

“Okay, Jeff, spill.” Pop was not giving him any wiggle room.

“She tried to trick me into fucking her.”

I couldn’t see their faces, but from where I was standing I could spot Dad’s hand gripping the banister so hard I thought the wood rail would disintegrate under the pressure.

Pop tried to keep his voice to a whisper. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Did Gus tell you about Suzy?”

There was no answer so I assume one, or both, of my dads nodded.

“Well, she invited me in when we got to her place -- shit, I have to tell work I didn’t just stand them up.”

Dad added firmly and softly. “I’ll handle Deb. Your job will be safe. Finish before Gus gets back. He won’t find the aspirin for a while; I moved it to another location upstairs.”

“One minute she’s giving me a soda, the next minute the room is moving. I didn’t feel nauseous, but I definitely wasn’t myself.”

“Fuck!” Dad’s volume escalated. He had clearly stopped worrying about me showing up or overhearing.

“Next thing I remember, I’m lying on her bed,” Jeff paused and took a deep breath, “half-naked, and she’s on top of me.”

Pop tentatively asked, “Were you...”

“No, thanks to whatever powers that be.” I heard Jeff sigh. “She smacked me and yelled, 'Can’t you even get it up for a girl? You’re a bigger fag than I thought! At least Matt could get hot for me and your little playmate.'"

Dad didn’t say a word, so Pop continued with the question that was burning in my brain. “So what happened next?”

“I got the fuck out of there right after telling her she could go to her prom stag, and that hell would freeze over before I went anywhere near her again. No wonder Matt turned to guys with a bitch like that.” I stepped forward but said nothing. Jeff brushed his hand over his face. “I drove straight here when I saw how late it was. I didn’t know what else to do.” He looked into Pop’s eyes and I spotted a drop or two of moisture escape from his eyes. “I thought we were friends, like Gus and Marci.”

Pop took Jeff in his arms, patting his back, comforting him. My tall, muscular boyfriend somehow looked smaller than Pop, kind of like a small child snuggled into a parent’s arms. “Everything will be okay, Jeff. You’re in safe territory here.”

Dad saw me standing stone still in the hallway. “How much did you hear, Sonny Boy?”

“Enough to want to kill her, or have her arrested.”

“It wouldn’t stick, forget it. Just be glad Jeff’s cock knows where it does and doesn’t belong.”

Jeff straightened up and huffed. “You sure do have a way with words, Mr. Ki -- Brian.”

Pop grinned, remaining silent.

“Yes I do, Jeff. Right now I’ll use my way with words to charm your boss and tell her as little as possible while you take a shower and then charm my son.”

“I can stay tonight? I know you usually want me with Jennifer and Tucker on weeknights.”

“Let’s just say tonight has extenuating circumstances. I’ll call Jen and Tucker, after I finish with Deb, and fill them in -- they’ll get the whole story.”

Jeff lowered his head and nodded. “Thank you for understanding, and helping.”

I walked up to Jeff and handed him the water and pills. He swallowed them quickly and Pop took the glass back to the kitchen.

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, I ghosted my fingers over Jeff’s cheek. “I love you and I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I love you, Gus. You know I’d never--”

I cut him off, crashing my lips onto his. “Of course I know. Now let’s get you upstairs. Maybe I can give you a hand in the shower.”

“Thank you.” Jeff looked down. “I really mean it. Thank you for understanding.”

“You can show me your gratitude upstairs -- repeatedly.”

We held hands all the way into my bathroom where Jeff demonstrated his appreciation and continued to do so on many more occasions including my junior prom weekend, which was all our own.
 

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