When I awoke Tom was not in bed. I wondered where he'd gone until I heard in peeing in the bathroom. I got up, put on some shorts and a tee shirt, and went to the kitchen to make us some breakfast. We were not in a rush because we were both skipping classes that day to allow Tom to recuperate from his hysteria the previous day.
As I was flipping the pancakes Tom slipped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my neck gently. I put my free hand in his.
"I love you, Lucas," he whispered. "And I like it better when you're naked."
"Sorry," I laughed. "Cooking naked is for fools and people in pornos. I'm not going to have grease pop out and land on my dick."
His kisses covered the back of my neck.
"Okay, promise me I can have your dick for dessert. I'm hungry for your cum. You've made me an addict, you know."
"I'll trade you some of mine for some of yours, baby."
The doorbell rang and Tom went to look out through the peephole viewer. I could tell by the sucking in of his breath that he was shocked. He raced over to me at the stove.
"Oh my God!" he whispered to me. "It's my parents and my sister, Susan!"
Tom was panicked.
"Don't worry about it, Tom. You go get dressed and I'll answer the door."
"What'll you say? What should I wear?"
"Well, you could stay naked like you are," I grinned, "but at least do me the favor of dressing like I am, in shorts and a tee shirt, barefoot. That way I won't be embarrassed like I'm your whore."
He kissed me quickly.
"Okay, sweetheart. Stall them and I'll be out in just a sec."
He'd never called me sweetheart before and I loved it from his lips. He was a bit panicked but still the trusting look of love in his eyes for me was touching.
I watched Tom walking away from me, watching his sexy ass, those sweet butt cheeks of his bounce. As he got to the door he turned.
"Don't let my father hurt you," he ordered.
"GO!"
I put the pancakes on a plate and walked to the door barefoot in my tee shirt and cut off blue jeans. I opened the door to see a woman I assumed was Tom's mother in front, the father and Tom's sister behind her.
"You must be Lucas," she said warmly. "I'm happy to meet you. Is Tom here?"
"Yes, ma'am, he's getting dressed and will be out in just a minute."
We all hesitated a moment and I looked into the eyes of his sister. She seemed amused by the entire situation, her eyes laughing. His father looked a little flustered.
"Well, come on in and sit down. I was just making breakfast."
"So you do the cooking for the two of you?" his father asked grimly.
"If I want to eat it, yes."
Tom's sister burst out laughing and his mother joined her.
"Cooking was never my son's strongest suit," his mother smiled. "It's a good thing you learned."
"My maternal grandparents owned a restaurant AND a farm. Everyone in my family had to learn to cook," I grinned.
I could hear Tom's electric razor in the bathroom.
"I'm sorry if we came at an inconvenient time for you. It's just that we've just got off the plane. After the conversation Tom and his father had yesterday I insisted that we take the red-eye flight to get this thing straightened out. Some apologizing is needed."
She looked at Tom's father sternly and he looked chastised. He put his hand out to shake mine.
"I'm Harrison Braddock," he smiled.
"Lucas Blake," I replied.
"Tom tried to tell me about you," he said, "but I'm afraid sometimes I'm..."
"Sometimes he's an ass," his wife finished. "Harrison and Tom both are too damned temperamental for their own good. Thank God Susan and Harry and Rick are more level headed."
Harrison grinned and he looked just like an older Tom.
"By the way, this is my daughter Susan," he said. "She decided to fly out with us."
"And I'm Marjorie Braddock," Tom's mother said. "Call me Marge. Susan's a freshman but her classes were cancelled for the rest of the week so she came with us."
I must have looked puzzled because Susan explained.
"We had a quake in the area of the school and it damaged some of the buildings. They cancelled classes for the rest of the week to check all the buildings and make repairs."
"I'm not a fan of any natural disasters but I think earthquakes bother me the most," I laughed.
"You get used to them in California. There are small quakes every few minutes, it's the bigger ones that do damage," Susan said.
Tom came out of the bedroom barefoot wearing a blue tank top that belonged to me and a pair of my jean shorts. He looked incredibly sexy showing his muscles with the little tufts of hair peeking out from his underarms. He shook his father's hand and hugged his sister and mother.
"Come on, let's sit down," Tom smiled nervously.
Susan took one of the overstuffed chairs and his parents sat on the couch. I sat in the other chair and Tom sat on the arm of the chair protectively.
"Let's get right to the point," Marge said. "You and Harrison argued, Tom. Harrison said some things he's ashamed of," she gave her husband a warning look, "and you're at fault too, Tom."
Tom got a defensive look on his face and I put my hand on his leg.
"Before you get hostile, Tom, you've got to admit you gave us quite a shock. First, our son who has always been straight announces he's gay and second, you follow it up by saying you're marrying Lucas."
Marge looked at me.
"Now, Lucas, don't you think that would shock the living hell out of parents?"
I could feel Tom freeze and I squeezed his leg. I realized at once that his family was watching my intimate gesture.
"Yes, Mrs..."
"I told you to call me Marge, Lucas. Please. If you're going to marry my son then we're all on a first name basis."
