The Gus Diaries

Part 76

Dinner - Aftermath
 

Jeff brought me back to his place as we had planned. I hadn’t said a word in the car, but I’m sure he noticed that my fists were balled up so tight that they were turning red. Every once in a while I’d unclench, but then I’d think about my mother’s insane fantasy about me moving to New York with her and rather than scream, my fists would clench even tighter.

Jeff grabbed my stuff for our overnight out of the back seat of the car and opened the door for me when we arrived. I was so out of it that I didn’t even realize we had reached our destination.

Once we were inside and he’d closed and locked the front door, he found me pacing back and forth in the living room. I must have been running my hand through my hair because the first thing he said to break the silence was, “If you keep doing that, you’ll be bald before the night is over.”

I stopped and stared. “What?”

“Gus, stop. You’re pacing like a caged tiger and whipping your hand through your hair.”

I just continued to stare back, not knowing how to react or what to say.

“What the fuck happened?”

Then it was as if with those few words Jeff had opened a soda bottle right after it had been shaken. I exploded, “You want to know what happened?” I yelled. He nodded, knowing I wasn’t yelling at him. “I’ll tell you what happened.” I threw my arms out to the sides to emphasize the point. “My fucking insane mother thinks it would be a brilliant idea to take me to goddamn New York City to live with her and have me go to some fucking elite school for writers while she becomes the next Georgia O’Keefe.”

Jeff ventured closer to me, which at that moment was pretty damn brave considering how I was flailing all over the place. “You mean she’s really thinking about leaving Pittsburgh permanently?”

“Yes, oh and here’s the fucking icing on the cake -- we’ll be going off with her art-loving boyfriend, whose name I don’t even know -- all because he knows influential people in the New York area.”

It was obvious that Jeff now understood the cause of my ravings, so he did the only thing that could possibly make sense at that moment.

He grabbed my shirt and ripped it off, immediately followed by his own. The rest is a blur of hot kisses that were so forceful I could feel my lips swelling and I loved every minute of it.

Somehow the rest of our clothes were gone, and we were on the floor kissing and sucking each others necks, earlobes, nipples -- anything we could touch, reach or hold onto for dear life.

“Oh God!” I cried out and arched my back off the living room rug when Jeff shoved two lubed fingers up my ass. I didn’t even know he had lube with him and had no idea where it came from. It didn’t matter. His fingers pressed against my prostate, and I began to feel like I was flying out of control. “More, now!”

“You want more, Newbie, you got it.” With one swift motion, he yanked his fingers out of my hole. It hurt and felt good all at the same time. I wanted more and I was going to get it.

Jeff quickly sheathed his cock and smeared lube all over it. In no time he had my legs over his shoulders and was ramming into me, thrusting against my prostate mercilessly over and over. “Fuck, Jeff, fuck. I can’t...”

He crashed his lips down on mine, and then I felt his hand wrap around my dick. He tugged at it in rhythm with each push inside me. I was lost, my head rolling back and forth on the rug and digging my fingers into Jeff’s shoulders as I held on for dear life.

I don’t think it took long, and with one final stroke of his hand over my cock and his dick over my prostate, I threw my arms over my head, “Jeff!” and shot my creamy load onto our chests, some even landing on Jeff’s chin as he pressed in only one more time. His body stilled and I could feel him emptying into the condom.

I felt warm, protected, possessed and loved all in that one brief moment. Only Jeff could possibly do that, and he had succeeded with flying colors -- and flying was how I felt for quite a bit after that as aftershocks from the intense orgasm took hold. I couldn’t release my grip on Jeff as he lay on top of me, boneless.

Soon I felt him move my arms gently, so he could pull out and remove the very full condom. Then he held me as I clung to him. I shook in his arms as the tears fell, and he was wise enough to say nothing.

I wasn’t sure if I was crying for myself, my mother, or the fact that she and I had grown so far apart that she had no idea what was truly important to me and how to support me in achieving it.

The Lindsay Peterson that I had dinner with wasn’t the person I had grown to love as a little boy. She had become a stranger, and somewhere deep inside, I questioned whether I’d ever really known my own mother who I loved so much and felt only anger for now. For the first time, I think I had a glimpse of the sadness that Dad must feel when he looks at the person he thought was one of his best friends since his college days.

Where the fuck did my mother go, and why couldn’t I have her back?

“Shhh, I’m here and so are you, and no one’s gonna take you away from me.” Jeff continued to hold me, and his warm, strong arms and words of love finally helped me settle.

I placed my head on his chest, and the two of us fell asleep on Grandma Jen’s plush living room rug and stayed there, holding each other all night.

In the morning after we showered and took turns sharing some pre-breakfast protein appetizers, we got dressed and made our way to the kitchen to have bagels, cream cheese and much needed coffee.

We spoke about school on Monday, homework, and Matt’s newest girlfriend. Anything but the important topic at hand, until Jeff finally broke the ice. “So, Newbie, what are you going to do?”

“I thought about calling my dads, but I know how important this vacation is for them, and there’s nothing they can do about it from there.”

“That would be the worst thing you could do. It would just make them fucking miserable, and I know you wouldn’t want that.”

“You’re right.” Jeff always seemed to be right. “So, what do you suggest?”

“Maybe you should speak to your other mom.”

“Mem would flip out.”

“She should flip out. Your mom suggested something that was crazy, and if you ask me a little selfish.”

“A little?” That was certainly an understatement. “You really are too nice sometimes.”

“Will you talk to her? You know, your Mem.”

“I guess I’ll have to. I just hope she doesn’t freak out too much.”

“At least you’ll have a partner in hysterics, and Jenny will enjoy the show.”

I swatted Jeff on the arm when I saw his grin. He knew just what to say to relax me enough to think straight, so to speak.

Just as I was about to get a glass of juice, I heard my cell phone ring. I checked the caller ID and picked up. “Hi Grandma, how was your dinner with Grandpa last night?” I know it was a lame thing to say, but I wasn’t sure if I was prepared to talk with her just yet.

“Peachy,” she answered tersely. “I’m going to come over there after lunch and pick you up to bring you to Melanie’s apartment.”

She seemed calmer than I expected. “Are you mad at me, Grandma?”

“What the fuck for?”

“Then why are you bringing me home?”

“Because Melanie has a tendency to get overheated when she’s angry and when you tell her what Lindsay suggested, I don’t want you alone with her -- just call me your defensive end.”

I could almost feel her soft touch when she’s trying to comfort someone. Grandma Deb can be harsh, but I’ve always liked when she brushes her hand over my cheek. It’s one of the most loving things about her. “Okay... and thanks.”

“You don’t have to thank me, it’s part of the grandma job that I signed on for years ago. I love you, honey, and I promised your dads I’d keep an extra eye on you while they’re away.”

“You’re the best, Grandma.”

“I am, and don’t you forget it.” She laughed her big, loud laugh and then we both disconnected.

During the remaining time we had together, Jeff and I watched a dvd. I think it was some old action movie that Tucker likes called, ‘The French Connection’. It wasn’t too bad for a movie made so long ago, although I admit that during most of the movie Jeff and I were making out.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 

Walking into Mem’s apartment with Grandma Deb certainly got her attention quickly.

“Hey, Deb, what the fuck are you doing here? I thought Jeff was bringing Gus home.” Then she turned to me, “Is everything okay between you and Jeff?”

“Yeah, Mem, we’re fine. It’s just that...”

Grandma Deb jumped in sensing that I didn’t know what to say. “It’s just that dinner last night didn’t go so well.”

Mem looked from me to Grandma and back again. Then she turned to Jenny who was doing something (probably homework) at the dining room table. “JR, why don’t you keep working on that in your room?”

“I think I’d rather stay here.” Sometimes my sister amazes me.

Mem glared at her. “If you thought that was an option, you obviously were thinking wrong.”

Jenny got the hint. “I never get to hear the good stuff first hand.” I smiled at her and she knew I’d fill her in later.

After Jenny closed her bedroom door, Mem turned to me and Grandma. “Okay, someone spill, and do it fucking fast before I lose my temper.”

That was all Grandma needed to hear, and it was obvious that I didn’t have to say a word. In fact, the only time I participated in the conversation was when Mem turned to me and repeatedly said, “Is that true?” or, “Is that really what she said?”

I have to admit, Mem was surprisingly calm while Grandma told the whole story as Mom must have told it to her the previous night.

When everything was finished, Mem looked directly at me. “Gus, I want you to tell me the absolute truth. Does anything that your mom offered intrigue you or interest you?”

I was surprised that she asked, but it felt good that she actually cared about my opinion. “Maybe if I was done with high school, I might consider going somewhere beyond the greater Pittsburgh area for college, but for now I don’t want to leave.” I took a deep breath and continued, “I’m really happy here, Mem, and I’m even happier living with my dads.” I saw her slight look of pain at that statement, but it wasn’t anything she didn’t already know.

“Okay. Then forget what Lindsay asked. You live with your fathers, and that’s exactly where you’ll stay until YOU decide to move the fuck out.”

I lowered my head, “What about Mom?”

“You leave your mother to me and your grandmother. She is not your responsibility.”

“But I don’t want her to leave with that guy, whatever his name is.”

Grandma rubbed my back. “Honey, she’s not going anywhere. Grandpa Carl and I will make sure she understands that this isn’t the time for her to make goddamn life-changing decisions. She’s not ready yet.”

“Do you think she’ll listen?”

Mem huffed out a laugh, “Your Grandma Debbie could convince a lesbian to suck cock.”

“Mem!”

“Well, it’s fucking true and we all know it.”

Grandma let out one of her best guffaws. “Well, it’s a good fucking thing I don’t have to prove it.” Then she looked up at me. “Are you going to be okay, honey?” She brushed her hand across my cheek and it felt so good.

I nodded, “Yeah, Grandma, and thanks again.”

“It’s all in a day’s work.” Then she walked over to Mem. “I’m proud of you, honey. You keep taking good care of our young man and that beautiful granddaughter of mine.” She didn’t wait for a response but barged into Jenny’s room and yelled, “Come give your grandma a big hug and a kiss before I leave.”

Mem silently gave me a surprisingly gentle hug and said nothing more about my dinner with Mom.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 

By the time Dad and Pop returned, I couldn’t wait to get back to Britin. I’d missed living with men, and while I love Jenny, she can be a pest after a couple of days.

Pop couldn’t wait to give me a shit-load of gifts, and I opened them all with enthusiasm. Then I noted that the two of them were staring at me. “What’s up? Did I do something wrong?”

“Well, Sonny Boy, while you were getting your shit out of your bedroom at Mel’s place this morning, Ms. Marcus may have mentioned that you had something serious to talk to us about.”

“Oh.”

“Oh does not clear things up.”

“Dad, Pop, maybe we should sit down in the living room.”

Dad and Pop looked at each other and nodded. “Okay, Gus, but we’re worried so don’t draw this out. We need to hear what happened.” It was nice hearing Pop’s soft voice.

I told my dads every detail of the dinner with my mom a week earlier. It wasn’t nearly as painful since time had passed. They listened and didn’t interrupt, but as I got further into the story, the two began to hold hands -- more for support than affection. When I finished, Dad stood up and walked over to the mantle over the fireplace.

“Dad, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, son. Thank you for telling us everything. Why don’t you go upstairs and unpack. Make sure you get the laundry in the hamper, so the housekeeper can clean it tomorrow.”

I left the room but lingered at the stairway.

“Justin, I’m going to fucking kill Lindsay.”

“No, you’re not. But, both of us are going to sit down with her and remind her who has custody of Gus and of her current limitations.”

Dad’s volume began to escalate, “There’s no fucking way I’m going to be nice about this and treat her like some goddamn crystal figurine. This will stop one way or another.”

“Brian?”

“Justin, I’m done treating her with kid gloves and backing off. I need to meet with her and very soon.”

“I’m going with you.”

“Fine, but don’t fucking censor me -- this is long overdue.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll come to the gallery tomorrow to arrange a time that works for all of us.”

Shit! I’m glad that my dads love and support me so much, but the thought of Dad and Mom in a face-off is fucking frightening.

[TBC]
 

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