Coda Books 04 - Strawberries for Dessert (MM)

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told him, and he laughed breathlessly.
    I slid my hand underneath him, down to his erection. He arched his back, pushing his hips back against me. I had really only meant to tease him a little, but the pressure on my groin made me suddenly want to do more—and quickly. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started to stroke him.
    “More,” he whispered.
    “Tell me what you want,” I said, keeping my strokes light and slow.
    “What I always want,” he said. He thrust his hips back against me again, causing my breath to catch in my throat in anticipation. “Hurry.”
    I was glad to hear that I wasn’t the only one feeling a sense of urgency. I reached for the drawer next to the bed where the condoms and lube were, and—
    My doorbell rang.
    “You have got to be kidding,” he said with obvious frustration, and I laughed. “Who on earth would be ringing your doorbell this time of the morning?”
    “I don’t know,” I admitted. “Probably Julia.”
    “What a shame,” he moaned. “I rather thought I liked her, too.”
    I was debating ignoring the doorbell, but he abruptly pushed me off of him, rolling away and causing me to fall off the bed. I landed in an inelegant pile on the floor. He didn’t even look back. “You can make it up to me after breakfast,” he said as he headed for the bathroom.
    So much for ignoring the doorbell.
    I dressed quickly and opened the door, hoping Julia wouldn’t notice the telltale bulge in my pants that wasn’t quite covered by my shirt. But it wasn’t Julia on my porch. It was my father.
    On the bright side, my erection went away in a hurry.
    “Dad!” I said in alarm. “What are you doing here?”
    He held up a bag from the local donut shop. “I was in the area and thought I’d stop by for breakfast.”
    “Oh,” I said stupidly, because I wasn’t sure what else to say. I was wondering if there was any chance of getting rid of him before Cole came out of the bedroom or of convincing Cole to stay in the bedroom until my dad left. It wasn’t as if my dad didn’t know that I was gay, but he rarely had to face it so head-on, and it always made him uncomfortable.
    “I didn’t wake you up, did I?” he asked. “You’re usually up early.”
    “No, I was awake.”
    “Good.” We stood there for a moment staring awkwardly at one another, and he finally said, “Jon, are you going to let me in?”
    Shit! Why was my brain suddenly short-circuiting? “Of course,” I said, and moved aside for him.
    He looked at me suspiciously as he came in and headed for the dining room table. “Do you have any coffee?” he asked.
    “I was just about to make some.”
    “Is something wrong, Jon?” he asked. “Did I interrupt something?”
    I was debating coming clean and telling him there was a naked man in my bed, but Cole put my out of my misery by choosing that very moment to come walking out of my bedroom. He had his pants on, although they weren’t buttoned, and he was just pulling his shirt on over his head. My dad’s jaw dropped, and I felt my cheeks turning bright red.
    “Oh shit,” I said.
    “Oh my God,” my dad said.
    “Oh hello there!” Cole said, advancing on my dad with a perfectly benign, open smile. “I’m Cole.” He stopped in front of my dad with his hand out. My dad just stood there with his mouth open, staring dumbly at him.
    “Cole, this is my father, George.”
    “Hello, George,” Cole said. “It’s nice to meet you.” He still had his hand out, and my father was staring at it like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. I could see the look in Cole’s eyes slowly changing from his usual mocking humor to something much more guarded. He slowly pulled his hand back. He put it on his hip, and cocked his other hip out. He flipped his hair back out of his eyes. I could almost see him putting on each little piece of his affectation like some kind of suit.
    “Well, lovey,” he said to me, although he was still looking at my dad.
    “I wish you

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