Join Prism Book Alliance® as we countdown to GRL 2015 with a very special flash fiction from Author Posy Roberts.
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“When did you say your mysterious roommate would get home?” I whispered against the soft skin of Gene’s neck before kissing it. The morning sunlight coming into the room made his skin golden and warm and irresistible.
Gene pushed into it, silently asking for more. “Seven,” he mumbled and then chuckled. I’d been teasing him about stopping over unannounced for weeks just so I could meet this mysterious person he lived with in this small, messy apartment near campus.
“Mmm.” He smelled so good, and I sucked at his skin but stopped before leaving a mark, something he’d made clear could never happen. “Be here in a few minutes then,” I said after glancing at the clock. Perhaps today was the day we’d met.
“Shit! What time is it?” Gene sat up, dislodging me from my comfortable spot half on him, and he scrambled for his underwear and jeans. “You gotta get out of here. Now!”
But just then, the front door rattled, keys jingled, and footsteps sounded on the hardwood floor. Gene’s eyes went wide with fear.
“I’m home, sweetie,” a woman’s voice rang through the door, and she didn’t sound at all like I was expecting. She sounded… mature. “Want me to make you some breakfast before your first class?”
Gene’s door wasn’t locked and he was terrified, so I stealthily pulled the covers over my head, trying to lay flat and hold my breath.
“I’m starving after that shift so I’m going to make an omelet,” she said, voice fading away.
“Who is that?” I whispered against Gene’s shoulder.
“My roommate,” he said as he ducked under the blankets as well. He pressed a kiss to my lips and they trembled.
“I sorta lied to you.”
“My roommate is my mom and… well… she has no clue about me being gay.”
“Okay….” I wasn’t sure what to say. When we’d met, I told him I refused to even hook up with closet cases, and here I’d been dating him for months and had already fallen in love. Shit. “You live with your mom and she works the night shift?” I asked, attempting to stay quiet.
He nodded and looked at me with guilty eyes. He knew how I felt about this. “She has so much to worry about already. The last thing I wanted to do was make her worry about me. And she would. She’d worry like crazy if she knew.”
Gene rolled onto his back and shoved the covers down to his waist, letting in fresh air and revealing the two moles on his chest, right near his armpit. I leaned over and kissed them, smelling the dried sweat on his skin from our long night of beautiful lovemaking.
He twisted his fingers in my hair and whispered, “I’m so sorry I lied to you. I’ll tell her. I’ll tell her right now if it means I don’t lose you.” I could see in his eyes he’d lied because he loved his mother and wanted to protect her. That made me love him a little bit more.
I scooted up the bed and captured his mouth in a decadent kiss, twisting my tongue around his until he was short of breath.
“I don’t want to lose you either. Do you want to tell her alone or together?”
“You’d do it with me? Walk of shame and all?”
We quickly dressed and I made sure my hair wasn’t sticking up too badly before Gene led the way out to the kitchen. There his mom stood in her pink scrubs, looking exhausted as she pushed eggs around in a pan. She turned to both of us and smiled.
“I thought I heard another voice,” she said. “I’m Julie.”
“Levi,” I offered as I shook her hand.
“So, you’re the man who’s made Gene so happy these last months.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Mother’s always seemed to know. I looked to Gene, who seemed relieved. “I guess so,” I said.
She smirked and then let out a little laugh. “I have something for you.” She dashed out of the room and quickly returned with a small pile of my folded boxers. “Have you been missing these?”
I took them and blushed. “Thanks. I thought the dryer was eating them.” Gene bent over, barely able to catch his breath he was laughing so hard.
“You knew this whole time?” he said accusingly to his mom but through a toothy grin.
“For years. I was just waiting for you to tell me, sweetie.”
I pressed a kiss to Gene’s temple. It looked like they both had a million questions for each other. “I’ll leave you two to talk. See you in chem lab?” I asked Gene.
I only had twenty minutes to get home, shower, and get to my first class, but oversleeping had never had such a sweet reward.
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