But as he turned and caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror, with the wig in one hand, his own streaked blond hair plastered to his head, and the red lipstick smeared all over his chin, he got a sick feeling deep in his stomach that lasted until he finally fell asleep about three hours later. And he vowed to himself that night, with Harlan snoring beside him, he would do anything to make this relationship work.
Chapter Three
In the mornings, Harlan had a way of waking Treston up that seemed to follow a set pattern. Harlan would pull the covers back, push Treston onto his stomach, throw his leg over him, and climb on top of him. He didn’t speak or give Treston a good morning kiss first. He would cover his dick with a condom, shove it into Treston, and ride him for two or three minutes. He always grunted when he came, and sometimes he repeated the word “fuck” a few times in a deep stage whisper. When he was finished, he would climb off Treston’s back, remove the condom, and throw it on the floor beside the bed where Treston would have to pick it up and throw it away later. He also threw all his clothes on the floor all over the apartment, but Treston loved having a man to pick up after and he never complained.
Though Treston would have preferred to have these morning sessions last a little longer so he could join Harlan, he didn’t complain. Treston figured if Harlan was this attracted to him, and he couldn’t wait to mount him every single morning, he must have been doing something right. For Treston, turning down the man he loved in bed would have been unthinkable.
The morning after the three guys fucked Treston in the pink showgirl costume, Harlan seemed more than eager to climb up on Treston’s back. Treston happened to be awake at the time, anticipating what was about to happen to him. He tried to turn over so Harlan could fuck him in a different position, but Harlan grabbed Treston’s neck and said, “Stay where you are and don’t move. Just lie there and shut the fuck up.”
Treston reached back to caress Harlan’s leg. “But I’d like to look into your eyes while we’re making love. You have such beautiful eyes.” He rarely saw them because of those dark glasses.
“My eyes are shit brown,” Harlan said. “Now spread your legs a little and shut the fuck up. I want to go to the bank this morning with you and I don’t want to waste time.”
“Can I at least suck your dick for a few minutes?” Treston asked. He hadn’t sucked Harlan’s dick in about two days. “You used to like it so much when I did it in the beginning when we first met. And you have such a nice dick.”
Harlan put on the condom and reached across the bed for the white boxer briefs he’d been wearing the day before. He rolled the briefs up, leaned over, and shoved them into Treston’s mouth. Then he pointed his dick toward Treston’s hole and said, “That should keep you quiet for a few minutes while I do what I have to do.”
This wasn’t something Treston would have suggested, but he didn’t try to remove the briefs from his mouth either. He knew if he did, it would piss Harlan off and he wanted him to be in a good mood. He also wanted to look at wedding bands after they went to the bank. So he closed his eyes, arched his back, and waited for Harlan to finish. Though it wasn’t the most romantic experience he’d ever had, Treston would have been lying if he’d said he didn’t enjoy getting fucked this way. When he was with a man, a strong dominant man like Harlan, he didn’t always need to climax. In fact, he actually preferred to be on the bottom, getting fucked, and enjoying the constant stimulation from the penetration itself. The act alone satisfied him as much as any climax he’d ever had. For Treston it was more about the physical connection to the man he loved and the intimacy of getting fucked by the man he loved than the actual orgasm. The only unpleasant thing about it was it never lasted as long as he wanted it to last with Harlan.
A few minutes after he grunted, Harlan pulled out and removed the condom. This time he threw the filled condom forward and it landed on Treston’s cheek. As he climbed out of bed, Harlan laughed and said, “I have to admit one thing. I’ve never seen anyone who liked to get fucked the way you do. It’s amazing the way you can just lie there and take it.”
Treston pulled the briefs out of his mouth and said, “It’s because I love you so much. I enjoy being with you.”
Harlan laughed again and said, “Get up now. We can take a shower together to save time. You can wash my dick if you like it so much.”
After they showered and dressed, Treston made coffee. He wanted to sit at the table and talk for a few minutes. He didn’t have to go to work until later and he knew Harlan didn’t have anything planned that day. But Harlan grabbed a chipped mug and said, “We’ll drink it on the way to the bank. I want to take you somewhere special today. Don’t waste time. You talk too much anyway.”
When he heard Harlan wanted to take him somewhere special, his head went up and he smiled. “Where do you want to take me?” He’d thought they would go ring shopping, but now that Harlan had mentioned taking him somewhere special he decided not to mention rings that morning. This was the first time since they’d met and fallen in love that Harlan had suggested going anywhere during the day.
“It’s a great big surprise,” Harlan said as he turned to a small mirror in the living room to put on his dark sunglasses and check out his hair. He was wearing tight faded jeans that made his crotch bulge, a white shirt, and the same black leather jacket he’d worn the night Treston had met him.
“Can’t you even give me a hint?” Treston said. At that moment, as he stood before the mirror moving his hair around, Treston thought he was the most attractive man in the universe.
“No hints,” Harlan said. “Shut the fuck up and let’s go now. I never met anyone who wanted to talk so much.”
Treston knew Harlan hated too much talking, so he took his mug of coffee and followed him toward the door in silence. Treston had decided to wear his new low-rise jeans and a black mock turtleneck. The jeans had cost him more than one hundred dollars and he couldn’t even afford them—they were still on the credit card Harlan had maxed out. He didn’t wear a jacket because it was warm out. He wanted to ask Harlan why he was wearing his favorite jacket on such a warm day, but he decided not to say anything. He had a feeling if he did ask, Harlan would say he was talking too much again. He’d been trying to make an effort not to do this.