Coming Out

Part Eleven

When seven-thirty rolls around, I take one last look in the mirror and run my fingers through my hair. I'm not wearing anything special because we'll just be in the back of my car and want us both to be comfortable. When I come out, I'll take him somewhere really nice. We'll go to dinner and a movie or something. I'll wear a dress shirt and buy him flowers. For right now, though, this is enough for us.

I grab my car keys and run out to my car. I unfold all the blankets and lay them down neatly under the fluffed pillows. I took the seats out of my car and put them in my house earlier today. I put the food and snacks I packed for us in a small, wooden picnic basket and set it next to a pillow. All the board games I packed are lined up and my laptop is all set up with movies for us to watch tonight. I got one of his favorite sweatshirts of mine for him to wear and sweatpants for both of us in case we decide to spend the night or want to be more cozy. It's not much of a surprise anymore, but I hope he likes it.

On the drive over to Jorge's house, I get butterflies in my stomach. I always have that feeling when I'm with him, but this time is a little different. I think I'm nervous, although I don't really know why.

When I get to his house there's five minutes until eight so I sit and try to calm my nerves. I take one last look in the mirror and get out of the car. I walk up to his door and knock. Normally I wouldn't do any of this. I usually just text him and tell him I'm here that way, but it's dark out so nobody can see me and Jorge wanted a real date.

"Hey," Jorge smiles when he opens the door. He's wearing a light pink sweater and black ripped jeans. He looks so beautiful in his light layer of blush and mascara.

"Hi, baby," I stare at him. How is he mine? Out of all the people in the world, he's choosing to be with me. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you," Jorge blushes and looks away from me.

"Are you ready to go?" When Jorge nods his head, he closes the door and holds my hand on the way to my car. I open the door for him and close it when he's in. I take a deep breath and walk around to my side. Seeing Jorge made me loose all my nervous feelings. Jorge's my safe place, someone I can be comfortable with and be myself no matter what. There was no reason for me to be nervous in the first place.

"Where are we going?" Jorge smiles at me when I get in the car. I start the car and pull out of the driveway, heading towards out destination.

"Up to that mountain," I point up to show him. "There's a viewing spot up there. I thought we could park up there and we could watch the city or the stars."

I turn to look at him when he doesn't say anything. He's sitting there with the biggest smile I've ever seen on his face, staring out the window.

"Okay," Jorge whispers quietly. I smile to myself and continue to drive.

When we get to the viewing spot, I back into a parking spot so I can open the trunk and we can see the city below us. I get out of the car and walk around to the other side to help Jorge get out.

"Thank you," Jorge smiles at me when I open the door for him. I lean down and kiss his cheek quickly. I open the trunk and look at Jorge, waiting for his reaction. He just smiles and climbs in, leaning against the mountain of pillows I've created. "Are you going to get in or just stare at me all night?" He laughs patting the spot next to him.

"Maybe I should just stare at you all night," I climb in next to him and put my hand on his thigh. "You do look really g-"

"Okay, stop!" Jorge laughs and puts his hands over my mouth. "Who is this lovey dovey Benji?"

I remove his hands from my mouth and look at him seriously. "I just want you to know how much I love you."

"I love you," Jorge leans over and kisses the tip of my nose.

"What do you want to do? There's some games or food. I brought my laptop, too so we could watch a movie if you want to." I smile at him.

"Let's eat?" Jorge looks at me. When I nod he grabs the basket and opens it. He digs around in it until he finds the strawberries and pulls them out. He hands me a few and bites into one himself. "I can't believe you did all this for me," He whispers when he finished his strawberry,

"What do you mean," I laugh. "Of course I did this for you. You're my boy, baby." I finish my strawberries and pull him onto my lap. He straddles my thighs and rests his hands on my chest.

"I know, it's just that this is like the best date ever," Jorge blushes. "Nobody's ever put so much effort into making me happy before."

"I find that hard to believe. You're quite the catch," I smirk at him.

"I am, aren't I?" He giggles. I pull him down and kiss his lips softly. When I pull away Jorge grips my hair and pulls me back. He licks my bottom lips and slides his tongue in when I open my mouth. He pulls away only to kiss my neck. He sucks lightly and then runs his tongue against my neck to sooth the pain. I groan as my pants get tighter. I know Jorge can feel my hard on when he grinds his hips down into me.

"Baby, stop," I grip his hips, stopping his movement. He pulls away from my neck and looks at me with a straight face.

"Why?" He looks slightly hurt.

"I just don't want you to think this is why I brought you here," I motion in between us with my hand. "This wasn't for sex."

"I know that," He gives me a small smile. "I just want you." He kisses my cheek and down my jaw all the way to my neck again.

His words replay in my mind. All we do is fuck. I push his shoulders back slightly to stop him.

"What?" Jorge gives me a confused look.

"It's just that," I sigh and run my hands through my hair. "I just, I-"

"Benji," Jorge cuts me off. "I didn't mean to make you insecure about this kind of stuff. I didn't mean what I said. This isn't about just sex."

"I know."

"I want you and you want me, right?" I nod slowly and look in his eyes. "Okay, so make love to me."

I take a deep breath, "Okay."