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Victor
I’m not the best person when I’m waking from a dead sleep. So you can imagine how I take to being jumped on and sung to at four in the freaking morning! Abigail, of course, was the jumper, and Clayton plays the guitar as they both sing happy birthday. I try to roll back over, but I am accosted and told to get dressed!
“Why am I getting up?” I moan as Abigail settles on my back with her knees.
"It's your birthday, and you can cry if you want too." She sing songs.
“Come on. It’s our special boy’s big day! Eighteen. You can now cross the state line legally, fight for our country, and vote! Most of all, our relationship is all legal, so let's go flaunt it in Ohio.” Clayton pulls me out of bed and into the floor.
“Ugh, it’s too early.”
“Oh quit your yappin’, it’s not like you can't just go back to sleep in the car.”
Point made. I get up and huff all the way to the shower. I’m in there all of five minutes when I get my first presents. Shower mates.
It’s almost five-thirty when we finally get on the road. It seems Clayton and Abigail have it all planned and aren’t telling me just what it is. True to form, she’s a chatterbox as long as her coffee flowed. Ten minutes after she ran out, so did her mouth. She’s now snoring like a kitten wrapped up in a blanket with her pillow in the backseat. We’re on a long stretch of road, and I’m bored out of my mind but too curious to sleep.
“I got an idea,” I say with a smirk.
“What’s that?” Clayton says, tuning the radio. I reach across the seat and squeeze his thigh. He looks at me with a quirk in his brow.
I lick my lips. “I’ll just help myself here since you didn’t feed us.”
“I was gonna stop just as soon as we got out of the mountains.” He squirms as I unzip his pants. He’s already getting hard.
“Just don’t hit anything.” I push my seat back and unhook my seatbelt. With my height, I can get into the floor and go right around the gearshift. Sometimes it’s good to be under six feet. Clayton adjusts the steering wheel, and I make fast work getting his cock in my mouth. It's as good a way as any to pass the time. I take my time and let him really sink into it. I almost choke when I hear a truck horn. It seems the driver got himself a show and was sayin’ hi!
We stop at a Bob Evan’s for breakfast, and Abigail finally wakes up. “You have a nice little nap, baby girl?” I ask as we get out and stretch our legs. We’ve been on the road for nearly three hours now, and I’ve been on my knees for half that.
"I slept fine. I can't believe you're still hungry." Abi smirks, walking away.
I chuckle as Clayton facepalms. “I guess you weren’t as covert as you thought.”
“I was church-mouse quiet. You’re the moaner.” I follow our girl inside. Boy, do I need a drink.
"You're both moaners when someone is sucking your cocks," Abi says before turning to the hostess, and I watch as the young lady’s face turns ten shades of red.
“Th- three?” She looks at us.
"Please, and it's our boyfriend's birthday. He's eighteen today."
“Okay, that gets him a free dessert!” She’s a peppy thing. “Right this way,” I swear she walks like Jan Brady.
"Two desserts in less than four hours. Aren't you a lucky guy?" Abi elbows me as we follow the hostess.
“Maybe, but if you don’t muzzle it, I’m not gonna get in the back with you for your turn on the rest of the trip,” I whisper, grabbing her side.
"Oh, I'm quiet. I already did that." She kisses me and skips away.
“Guess someone else was quiet as a church mouse.” Clayton hits me in the gut.
***
CEDAR POINT in Sandusky Ohio is said to be the birthplace of the roller coaster parks here in the US. It is the roller coaster capital of the world as its literature boasts.
“You brought me to an amusement park?” I grin. I have a soft spot for anything that gets my heart pumping, and the coasters here will certainly do that.
“We do good?” Clayton asks, hugging on Abigail as we look up at the entrance.
“I can’t believe you agreed to this.” I look at her.
"Oh, I never said I was getting on these rides."
Clayton looks at her. “You don’t like the rides?”
“Abby girl doesn't do heights.” I chuckle.
“Will, you at least play the Midway games and go on the carousel with us?”
“Yeah, I will do stuff closer to the ground and on the ground. I’ll hold your bags while you two go on the coasters.”
“Guess we’ll just have to fill you up on snacks to keep that gorgeous mouth going, so you don’t get bored.” Clayton teases a kiss from her.
“Come on Mister Perfect, let’s see how well you hold your stomach.”
“I’ve got my notebook, pen, and an iPod. I’m good go have fun.”
The park is massive, making the lodge seem like an efficiency apartment compared to a mansion. After collecting our Fastlane passes and dining wristbands, we hit the main midway, which is full of food and even has an arcade. I’ve only ever been here once, and I don't remember it seeming so huge. We kick it to the left, and our first coaster is the Raptor. It’s one of them strap ya in no bottom flip-floppers. Abi watches as we get strapped in. She’s working on a chocolate soft serve cone. Giving it a long, slow lick as she winks at us.
“Seriously?” I groan as my cock jumps in my pants. “She’d do that now?”
Clayton chuckles. “Two minutes and fifteen seconds. You can handle it.”
The thing ticks up and down we go.
It’s an afternoon filled with coasters and food. We build our own burritos, at Buckaroo’s Burritos, then it’s off to Auntie Annie’s for pretzels and lemonade.
“So, you’re not too bored?” Clay asks Abigail. She’s wearing her new airbrushed shirt. On the front, it says, Baby Girl, and on the back, it says Honey. Clay’s, of course, reads Mister Perfect, while mine says Vick the Dick.
“I just don’t see why I don’t have a cute nickname,” I whine.
“Because you’re usually being a dick. Stop being one, and we won’t call you one.” Abi says, jotting down something in her notebook.
“You working on something new?” I ask, curiously.
“I don’t know. It’s just a bunch of words right now.”
I think back to last night and the song she sang. She damn near broke me completely. All of her songs have always been about how she feels, but this one, man... I know I’m no better than the rest of them. How many years did I go about pretending she and I weren’t friends? How many years did I deny her and talk shit too? I’ll never get those years back or be able to apologize as I should. I owe her so much. I plan to spend the rest of my days proving to her that I deserve her, and her love.
After lunch, it’s just Abi and me while Clay goes to get the suits from the car. We’re headed over to the lake for some fun in the sun.
“Thank you.” I pull Abi into me.
“For what?” Abi looks at me, confused.
“For today. I know how much you really aren't into this shit. It means a lot to me that you are here and putting on the good show. It means a lot that you do it every day too. I can’t say thank you enough that you’ve let me into your world.”
She pushes me by the face away from her. “Quit being too gushy. Did you really think I was staying with your parents while y’all were gone overnight? To hell with that! Your mother is smothering me.”
“I would have been fine to just stay at home, order pizza, and be naked with the two of you all day. So I’m gonna be gushy because it’s my damn birthday, and I want my baby girl to know I appreciate her.” I wrap her in my arms even as she fights me. “Now come give me a sloppy kiss before Mister Perfect comes back and ruins our little moment.”
“I don’t know if I can.” She shakes her head. “See, you’ve had foreign objects in your mouth.”
“Nothing you haven’t had in yours too.” I cup her cheeks in my hands and stay her face. She pulls her lip into her mouth, and I dive in like a man on a mission. She resists but only for a moment. Then she’s all mine.
Our kiss is broken up by the sound of the Mazda’s horn. “Hey, save some PDA for me!” Clay calls out, pulling up.
“Thought you were just grabbing the suits?”
“I uh- didn't feel like walking two miles back through the park. And besides, I- I got a phone call.” He smirks. “Honey, how’d you like to get outta Vic’s and into a little place of our own till graduation?”
“I-um- shouldn’t we be saving money?”
“My mom. She called a friend, and we can take possession of a fully furnished one-bedroom apartment, like ten minutes from Vic’s. The Nurse who lives there is going to be traveling and is looking for someone to take care of her Golden until she gets back in July. Rent-free, we’d just have to take care of the doggie and buy food.”
“I don’t know. There’s a lot going on starting Monday.” Abi says back peddling.
“Well, she leaves in six days, so we need to make a decision. Otherwise, she’s gotta board the dog. I think it’s a great opportunity.” Clay pulls away from the curb as we get in.
“Hey, Mister Perfect? Don’t push and don’t make her feel obligated. It’s not fair.”
“Who’s pushing? She hates it at your place. Missus Davenport and your mom can still come to stay.” He looks at Abi in the mirror. “The difference is it'll be under our roof, with your things.”
“It’s fine. If you think we should go there until we leave.” Abi’s looking out the window while answering.
Clay rounds the corner and pulls over. unclicking his belt, he turns to her. “I thought I was doing a good thing looking for a place for us. What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing, if you think it’s better then we can move.”
“If I think it’s- This is for you. I’ve done this for you, if you don’t want it, you need to tell me. I won’t force you to do anything more. I promised you that. I just- I thought-” He trails off turning back to the steering wheel. “I don’t know what I thought.” He just sits there staring out the windshield.
So much for a good birthday.
