Page 49 of This Time Around
“I need to make amends with her.”
“You’re a smart man, Andy. You can always surprise her with a few catnip toys from Brook’s Pets.”
“That’s what I’ll do.”
The drive home was quiet. In fact, I expected Milo to be asleep when I glanced over, but he was pensively looking out his window, not that there was anything to see on dark country roads.
“Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?”
Milo jerked slightly in his seat like the sudden sound of my voice startled him. “I think it would be better to show you.” He sounded worried, and that didn’t bode well for me.
Alli Cat greeted us loudly when we arrived, expressing her displeasure at being abandoned for nearly an entire day since Milo only came home long enough to shower and feed her before we left on our date. She wove in and out of her daddy’s legs until he picked her up and cuddled her against his chest.
“How much does that beast weigh?” I asked.
Milo and the cat both looked at me; one looked amused and the other looked annoyed. “Slugger, you never ask a lady about her weight or age.”
“Oh, I thought that only applied to human ladies.”
“Ladies are ladies, isn’t that right, Alli Cat? She doesn’t want to be shamed over hertwenty-sixpounds. It’s taken herfive yearsto achieve such amazingness, and it should be celebrated, not scorned.”
“Forgive me,” I said seriously, scratching beneath the cat’s chin. “I’ll never ask such personal details again.”
“Well, this is a good segue into the thing I need to show you,” Milo said after taking a deep breath and setting his cat down on the ground.
I couldn’t imagine how we were segueing from his cat’s sensitivity about her weight and age to whatever he wanted to show me, but both his feline and I followed him upstairs to his room.
“Get comfy on my bed. I’ll be back in a few minutes after I’ve worked my courage up.” His voice shook with nerves, and I hated to see him so upset.
“Milo, whatever you think you need to show or tell me isn’t necessary unless you’re ready.”
“It really is, Andy. I should’ve confessed to this after that dinner with your family.”
I realized then he was referring to his years as a drag queen. Did he still worry that it would be a turn-off or something? “I love you, Milo, and that won’t change when you reveal your secret identity to me.”
“You make it sound like I was a spy, and I assure you it was nothing that exciting. I’ll be right back. Don’t fall asleep.”
“Fat chance of that.”
“Freddy will get you if you do.”
“Milo!” I shouted when he ducked out his door. “You know how much I hated those fucking movies. I didn’t sleep for a week each time you talked me into watching them.” Milo’s laughter bounced off the walls of the hallway as he walked away from his room. “Have you ever notice that the strong, dumb jock is one of the first to die in horror movies?” I yelled. “I think those writers or movie producers use their jobs to get even at jocks that made their lives miserable in high school or something.”
“You’re not dumb, Andy,” Milo yelled back. It sounded like he was in the bedroom next to his. I heard a lot of thumping around in what I assumed was the closet on the other side of the wall behind his bed. What did he keep in there? “You’re the furthest thing from a dumb jock, but I can see how it’s hard to shake that stigma. It doesn’t help when you look the way you do.”
“How’s that exactly?” I prompted because I liked having my ego stroked on occasion.
“Sexy as fuck,” Milo replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “People look at you and see your ripped muscles, athleticism, and good looks, and they can’t imagine that God blessed you with a brain too. How fair would that be to the rest of the dudes?”
“Blessed, huh?”
“Well, God does love her rainbow babies the best.”
I laughed because I thought Ollie would agree with Milo, except for the gender of the almighty. I would love to hear them debate why Milo thinks God is a she while Ollie sticks with masculine pronouns because that’s what’s in the bible. At least that’s what I think Ollie’s argument would be anyway. I opened my mouth to reply, but his bedroom door crashed open and there he stood in the doorway, wearing a sequined gown with a slit clear up to his thigh. The dress looked vaguely familiar, but I was distracted when he turned to the side and I could see the full length of his toned leg and that perky bubble butt that I… Something about the pose and the gown seemed really familiar, but blood was heading south in a hurry. I wanted him to lose that dress and ride my cock.
“I didn’t bother to tuck the boys away since I’m not performing for you tonight. I just wanted to show you my favorite dress. I haven’t worn it in a long time.”
I finally glanced up and looked at Milo’s face. His body language spoke of confidence, but his expression gave away his nervousness. Why? I already knew he’d performed drag. He acted like wearing this outfit should have special meaning or something. I looked at the blonde wig that reminded me of Marilyn Monroe. Then it hit me. I had seen this exact outfit on a drag queen, one who had honestly turned me inside out with a smoldering glance, and a provocative pout of luscious lips. I remember lusting after those long legs and wanting to feel them wrapped around my waist while I gripped that firm ass and fucked the man beneath the gown. Afterward, I felt guilty for wanting someone other than Milo.