Page 110 of Necessary Time

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Wesley. They could disown me.”

They wouldn’t do that. At least I didn’t think they would.

“You’re almost forty,” he reminded me with a laugh. “I don’t think you’ll be cast into the streets if that happens. I’m pretty sure you’ll survive it.”

“They’re all I’ve got,” I said.

“You have me.”

He said it so quickly, so easily, that it couldn’t be anything but true.

“Yeah?”

“Obviously.” I could hear him rolling his eyes at me. “And Gray, and Henny, once he comes around.”

“One more conversation I don’t want to have,” I reminded him.

“Would it make you feel better to know that before lunch, Grayson and I went to the clinic?”

Instinctively, I glanced down at my lap as if I’d be able to see something wrong with my dick through my clothes. “Why on earth did you do that?”

“To get tested.”

“Why?” I rasped, watching my dick press against the zipper that constrained it.

“I don’t want to use condoms with you forever,” he said in a whisper. “We can talk about it later, though. Alright?”

“Wesley.”

“No pressure.” He laughed again. “I just wanted to do my part.”

“Wesley,” I repeated his name. “I love you.”

“I love you. Now go to your parents because I promise they’re not going to disown you, so it won’t be your worst case scenario, and that’s gotta be a win, right?”

“I’m not sure if win is the word…”

“You know what I mean,” he said, the background noise growing louder as he must have headed back into the restaurant. “Are you coming over later?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Always,” Wesley confirmed. “I’ll call you after lunch, okay? But you can call me first if you need to talk. I’m here for you. For that.”

I chuckled, nodding even though he couldn’t see me. “I know, Wesley. Thank you.”

“Bye, Colin.”

“Bye.”

I disconnected the call, replaying everything he’d just said through my head. Wesley was young and spontaneous, that I knew, but I’d never expected him to just drop a bomb in the middle of a completely unrelated conversation like that.

The idea of going bare with him was appealing, but thinking about his cum leaking out of me after sex was not a thought I wanted to hold onto while I went to talk to my parents about the whole sexuality reveal. That would have to wait for another time, but as I filed that somewhere in the back of my head, the nerves about seeing my parents resurfaced, worse than they’d been before I’d called Wesley in the first place.

This was getting ridiculous.

I called my mom.