Lucier Than a Four-Leaf Clover

*****The followings story is fiction and all characters are over the age of 18*****

Part 4 of the Arturo and Rohan holiday series.

The glass was half empty. A cloudy ball of ice sat in the middle of the glass with a bronze liquid surrounding it. It was four weeks after Valentine's day. The day Rohan and I watched Wicked and stayed at a hotel, were we fucked. That night was so memorable to me because it felt like our relationship was real. And it was. The doubt that I had carried was gone, I was fully invested in the relationship. Rohan made me feel ways no other man could. It wasn't just his magnificent body and the great sex, but his personality, his interests and goals. It inspired me to pursue my own goals and interests; stuff that I had put aside.

Writing was my passion. So I went out and paid for an overpriced notebook and pens with the intent to write. But here I was at my kitchen table with a glass of whiskey, an empty page and an empty brain.

I groaned. I forgot the writing process involved actually brainstorming. There was an idea for a story, but I couldn't collect them and put them on paper. I stared at the glass of whiskey for a moment, then turned to the glass bottle on the counter. About half of it was gone already. Rohan didn't drink at all. The reason was that his family already had a bunch of alcoholics. His father passed away when he was five due to a car accident. I wondered if alcohol was involved. He had been so private about the event that it was the only thing I knew about his father other than being a big Lord of the Rings fan.

My family had tons of alcoholics. From my father to my cousins and nephews. It was just part of the Mexican culture to drink, especially at a young age. I drank at an early age and once I became 21, I drank more. Perhaps change was in store, a token of solidarity for my boyfriend.

I stood up and grabbed the glass of whiskey and brought it to the sink. The liquor teased me as I hovered the drink over the sink. I loved drinking alcohol, the feeling of being drunk was so much fun. It always felt like everyone was having a good time. But my good time was with Rohan. He was making changes for me so it was only fair that I do the same.

Instead of pouring the drink into the sink, I chugged it. I felt the cool burning liquid go down my throat. I washed the glass and then grabbed the bottle of whiskey. Throwing away a half bottle of whiskey would cause chaos in my family, but at the same time, my family was full of homophobic assholes.

I tossed the whiskey into the trash can. Next, I grabbed my notebook and went to the bedroom. I immediately felt better, I don't know why. But I just felt good.

Instead of writing my story, I sat down in my bed and wrote a journal entry describing the feelings I had and how my relationship with Rohan was going.

It ended up being two pages, but I think I found a new thing to do.

I closed the notebook, got under the sheets and turned off the light. I stared out the window as I drifted into a slumber.

The next day I woke up earlier than usual to clean up the apartment. Rohan wanted to stay over at my place to spend time with me and also study for an upcoming exam. His roommate was going to have friends over and he knew he wouldn't be able to study there. I was happy to have him over. I loved spending time with him, especially now that we were in a full relationship.

It was 6am and I was moving around the apartment dusting, vacuuming. My neighbors must hate me right now for the amount of noise I was making. I washed the bed sheets, the kitchen, sprayed the couch with Febreze. By 7:15, I was done with everything, which was just enough time to get ready for work at 8am.

I decided to take the bus because Rohan said he would pick me up after work.

Work went on as usual, a bit more work today due to shipments, but it was fine. Fridays were normally my days off, but I had volunteered to cover Cindy's shift.

At around 4:15, I began to get ready to be picked up from work. Rohan had already texted me that he was on his way. As I walked out of the stock closet, I ran into Charise.

"Hey, Arturo! I haven't seen you all day," she said.

"We had the truck stop by, so I helped out with the stocking."

"I see. Hey, so I was wondering, what are you doing this weekend? Me and Marcus were going to go watch a movie, but he had to take an emergency business trip. So I'll be alone this weekend."

"I'd love to hang out, but I have plans. I'm sorry."

She frowned, "Oh? Okay, I'll see if someone else wants to hang out. Are you visiting family or what?"

I hadn't told her I was dating anyone, I trusted her, but I knew she liked to gossip. I didn't want everyone to know I was dating Rohan, yet. The time would come, but I wanted to be private about it. However, I could be coy and just withhold some information.

"No, I'm going on a date with someone."

Charise smiled, "OH MY GOD! I'm so happy for you. Please, go enjoy your date. Tell me the details after, yeah?"

"Of course."

"Where did you guys meet?"

My mind raced with excuses to tell her. "Well, we met..." my voice trailed off when I heard someone call my name.

"Arturo!" It was Rohan.

He approached me, but since Charise was standing in front of a mannequin, he didn't see her. He approached me ready to kiss me when he saw her. "Oh hey! You're that girl who had the killer party?" he said nervously.

She looked at me with suspicious eyes then back at Rohan, "Rihan right?"

"Rohan, actually. Like in Lord of the Rings."

"Oh, Marcus watches that stuff. I always fall asleep," she pursed her lips and put a hand on her hip. She looked at us for a brief moment, "Wait, Arturo, are you and him a thing?"

Cat was out of the bag, "Shit," I spat out. "No fooling you," I was nervous.

Her eyes widened. "Oh my God! You and Rohan are a..."

I shushed her, "Announce it to the whole store why don't you?"

She jumped in place with excitement, "I'm sorry, I'm just so happy for you. Wait, weren't you with Cindy at the party?"

Rohan laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, I was. But I came to give Arturo a gift and ask him to be my boyfriend."

"Ah, so since then, huh? Well I'm so happy for you. Arturo has been looking for a man for a while now," she teased.

I shoved her shoulder, "Can you keep your mouth shut!"

Charise and Rohan laughed.

Rohan's cell phone rang, "Oh, it's my mom. I gotta step away. I'll be right back."

I watched Rohan walk away. Particularly my eyes were looking at his toned ass in his jeans. I noticed Charise was doing the same, "Your boyfriend has a nice set of cheeks. You clapping them?"

I rolled my eyes, "No, more like he's clapping mine."

She giggled, "Oh I bet it must feel good. You lucky boy! But why didn't you tell me?"

I began folding some clothing on a shelf, "Because I wanted to keep it a secret for a while. Rohan is...new to this experience. He's bisexual."

"Oh," she sounded unsure about him.

"Look, I know those nasty stereotypes about bisexuals..."

"You mean the one where they cheat on you for a woman?" she said, cutting me off.

"Yes..." my voice trailed off, "We're making it work. He's got a lot to get comfortable with. But he is working on it and so am I. He doesn't drink, so I'm thinking about doing the same in solidarity."

"Wow, not even 3 months in and you guys are already making sacrifices for each other..." she stopped and her eyes widened, "Wait! You two were gone for a while at the party. Did...you guys fuck?"

I gulped and began to sweat. Should I be honest with her or just lie? I had already messed up by keeping my relationship with Rohan a secret. It was two months ago, what would it even matter?

"Yes..." I said under my breath.

"What?" she said, urging me to answer.

"Yes! We did."

"Where?!"

I grew more nervous, "Look, Charise, it's best if you don't..."

"Tell me Arturo or I will announce on the PA that you're fucking that white boy in aisle 10."

"Fine! In your bedroom; on your bed."

She was shocked by what I said, "That's why Stewart was on the floor!"

"Who's Stewart?" I said.

"My stuffed animal! You fucked on my bed? Gross! OMG I have to burn those sheets."

I was going to apologize when she cut me off, "You're buying me new bedding! And none of that shit from Target! I know what we sell!"

"That's fair. We do sell garbage...I am sorry though. I was really horny...and drunk that night. I almost pissed in your plants."

She rolled her eyes, "Arturo, I'm done with you today. Go have fun with your white boy," she turned and walked into the storage room.

"Well that went well. It could've been worse," I said to myself.

Rohan returned and we left the store.

We climbed the steps onto my floor where my apartment was located. I unlocked the door and opened it. We walked in and Rohan looked around, "Wow, you keep the place neat."

I flashed a smile. I literally cleaned it this morning, but I'd rather have him know that I'm tidy. "Yeah, I try to keep it tidy."

"That's better than me. So I'll order some food and maybe we can watch something after I study."

"Yeah, of course. Would you like to study in my room or where?"

Rohan looked around and stopped at the kitchen table, "The table in the kitchen should suffice."

We went into the kitchen where Rohan opened up his book bag and began to pull out the text books. "Wow, that's a lot," I said as I saw 3 heavy books stacked on the table.

"Yeah, the exam is Monday. But I want to get an early start on studying. Plus," he took out a binder stuffed with loose paper, "I have all these notes."

"At least my man is focused on his education," I said.

Rohan smiled and approached me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me towards him until our bodies pressed upon each other. "Oh yeah? You like how smart I am?"

I grinned, "You're smart and I'm a smartass."

He laughed and then we kissed. "You know, I'm not going to be here all night studying. We can watch a movie or go out, or do some other stuff."

I bit my lower lip, "Other stuff sounds nice."

"Oh yeah?"

I slid my hand down his body onto his groin and gently rubbed it, "Oh yeah, we can do a lot. We're in private."

"How thick are those walls?"

"Don't worry about that, the neighbors are an old couple with hearing aids. We can make all the noise we want. But," I removed his hands from my waist, "first you gotta do some studying. I don't want you distracted from studying."

"It's going to be hard with you around," he groped my butt cheeks.

I smiled, "I'll go to my room and do some writing."

A surprised look appeared on Rohan's face, "Writing? I didn't know you were a writer. Can I read your stuff?"

My cheeks flushed red from embarrassment, "No, I don't have anything written yet. Just ideas."

"Sounds like a brainstorming time. I'm sure you'll be able to pull some strings together to make a fine story. I'll help you."

I kissed him, "Thank you, Rohan."

After the food arrived, we sat down to eat. Rohan went over to the trash can to toss something, he stood there for a moment, then returned to me. Before, he could say anything I said, "So, about tomorrow?" It was St. Patrick's day weekend and Rohan had suggested to me a week ago that we go to a festival that celebrates the holiday. It was up northern Los Angeles county in Santa Clarita.

He sat down, "What about it?"

"Are you sure about going to the festival and being a couple in public?"

"Yeah, of course. When I grew up there, they always had gay people around. Plus, I don't know anyone there; at least not from high school. Or anyone I should be worried about. I haven't been up there since I was five. I doubt anyone would recognize me."

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure."

After we ate, Rohan and I went our separate ways. He stayed in the kitchen, while I went into my room to do exactly what I told him I would do; write. Unfortunately, I had a mental fog. I sat at my desk with some study music playing, the notebook was open and my pen was to the side of it. I sighed. I couldn't believe I was stuck.

I rubbed my eyes and thought about what Rohan said, "Brainstorm." Perhaps that is what I needed to do. I took out a piece of blank paper and began writing down the ideas I had for the story. First came the names, then the settings, the conflicts and themes I wanted to play around with.

After some time of doing this, I had a few pages of written work. He was right, brainstorming did help. Now the task of putting into a story. I hadn't heard anything from Rohan in a while. I looked at the clock and saw it was close to 9pm. The time flew! I didn't even realize it. I closed the notebook and stood up, then went to the kitchen.

I found Rohan resting his head on his arms, asleep at the table.

He has done a good amount of studying now. It was now time to get some sleep in a comfy bed. I approached him and tapped him on the shoulder. Rohan woke up and rubbed his eyes, "I must've fallen asleep during..." he yawned, "What time is it?"

"It's 8:45. Let's get some rest in the bedroom."

"Alright."

I turned off the light in the kitchen and we went into the bedroom. We stripped our clothes until we were standing in our briefs. I was so happy that Rohan had gotten used to wearing briefs so quickly.

We climbed into bed where he wrapped his arm around me, we cuddled and said, "Good night," to each other.

It was 6am when I woke up to use the restroom. When I returned, Rohan was face down in the middle of the bed, the sheets only covered his calves. The sun rose and provided some light in the room. His perfectly plump buttcheeks filled the snug red briefs he wore. I climbed into bed and lay behind him. My hands reached for his butt cheeks and began to grope them. I loved the way they felt in my hands.

I stopped feeling him up when he moved onto his back, still asleep. His head was turned towards me, eyes closed. My right hand moved down his slim stomach down to his groin. The big bulge looked so appetizing. I rubbed it like a genie lamp, hoping my wish would come true.

"Good morning," Rohan whispered.

"Good morning," we kissed. My hand reached into his underwear while we kissed. His cock grew as I played with it. I broke off the kiss and began to pepper his gorgeous body with kisses. I started with his chest, then his abs and eventually his swollen cock. I held a light grip on his cock as I took it out of the underwear. I gave it a few strokes to lather the tip with precum, then placed my mouth on it. My lips pushed back the foreskin as my tongue made contact with the tip.

Gone was that stipulation I had made where he had to earn sex.

My right hand stroked the base of the shaft while I moved my head up and down on his curvy swollen cock. Moans quickly left Rohan's mouth as I pleasured his cock. From the corner of my eyes I saw him grip the bed sheets, a signal that he had succumbed to the pleasure I was giving him.

Rohan's moans grew louder with each passing moment as I found a rhythm. I lowered my head all the way down, swallowing his cock into my throat. There I held the cock and allowed the muscles in my throat to massage the sensitive tip of his cock.

Moans, more moans, came from my boyfriend's mouth.

Each moan was like a boost of energy.

Rohan grunted as I pulled his cock out my mouth. I moved up to kiss my boyfriend on the lips. He didn't care his precum was on my lips. We kissed some more, before I went back to sucking on his cock.

This time, I moved at a faster pace. The cock before me was mine, a toy I could play with whenever I wanted. I stroked the cock while I sucked on the upper half. The moans grew frequent as his grunts grew deeper.

I could somehow sense that Rohan was close to climax.

I watched him with one as he held a fistful of the bedsheets in his hands. Rohan's body jerked as he released the first blast of cum into my mouth. I removed my hand from the shaft and allowed the rest of the load to shoot into my mouth. The seven hefty loads of cum filled my mouth. I moved the load with my tongue for a bit, then swallowed it.

I wiped my mouth from saliva and stared at my boyfriend. The climax had overwhelmed him. He looked a bit dazed. Perhaps it was a combination of the drowsiness from barely waking up and the blowjob. We kissed again, this time he grabbed me and rolled me onto my back. Our hands were on each other's bodies as we continued to make out.

Rohan stared into my eyes and said, "I wanna try to blow you again."

Since the hotel, Rohan had been practicing sucking cock with me. Never did he make me cum, but he had gotten better. He had more control over his gag reflexes, which was good. He had even started to try to deep throat me. I remember laughing the day he texted me asking "Are sore throats common after a deep throat?" Although I was happy he was exploring his sexual side, my concern was that last time he almost made me cum, and he told me he wasn't ready to have a load in his mouth.

"Okay, remember, take your time."

"I got it," He said.

Like I had done to him earlier, he peppered my bare body with kisses. He moved down my slender body, kissing wherever he could. When Rohan reached my groin, he kissed my erection that pressed up against my baby blue briefs. I watched him with eager eyes as he dug his fingers under the waistband and pulled open the underwear. My erection sprung out before him covered with precum.

Rohan lay down on his stomach between my legs and peeled back my foreskin. I felt his wet tongue on the underside of my cock. He licked it like a lollipop before taking the thick cock into his mouth. Rohan picked up quickly from my feedback. He used his left hand to stroke the base of my shaft. He stroked in a twisting motion. He seemed to like that motion.

The waves of pleasure washed over my body as Rohan sucked on my cock. He made use of his tongue; something I had encouraged him to do. Our eyes met as I knew what would happen next. Little by little, Rohan had been practicing deep throat. The last time he held it for a good while.

Rohan's head lowered and I felt my cock enter his throat. There it lay, ensconced in his throat. The soft wet tissues massaged the cock. The sensation caused my toes to curl, but it didn't last long, as the gagging took over him. Rohan released the cock from his mouth and coughed. His face was red as a tomato. A dribble of saliva and precum hung from the edge of his lips.

He looked so hot right now.

I smiled as I wiped it off his lips. Rohan shortened his break and continued to blow me. He quickly found a rhythm as the pleasure came in constant waves. My moans grew louder with each passing second. I knew the climax was coming, but I didn't want it to stop. Part of me wanted to cum in his mouth, but I knew he would be upset. But it felt so good.

A former straight boy was doing an amazing job at sucking my cock.

Rohan sped up. He had fallen into his rhythm and didn't stop. My moans echoed through the room as did the noise from the blowjob. It was almost like he was entranced; the man was committed.

But I could feel the build up; I had to warn him.

"Rohan!" I spat out.

He didn't hear me. Did he want me to cum in his mouth?

"Rohan!" I repeated.

The second time caught his attention. He raised his head and looked at me, but by then it was too late. The climax overcame me and I fired my load. It didn't land in his mouth however, instead, it landed on his face. Rohan reacted as I released the rest of my load onto his face, body and the bed itself.

When I finished, Rohan's face was covered in cum. The thick gooey liquid dripped from his face.

He stood on the side of the bed, covered in my seed.

I covered my mouth as I tried to hold back my laugh. Rohan stood up in shock to see the cum all over his face, "Dude! You could've warned me!"