Secrets; Maylor

12

*2 years later, 1978

I was sitting on Rog's and my bed reading away when I heard loud thumping come from the hallway. My eyes perked up before a chaotic Roger jumped on top of me, literally crushing me.

Roger and I have been dating for about a year and a half with him already proposing. It was a lot to process when he did ask- But, of course, I knew what I wanted. It was extremely hard when we were first a couple. When could we see each other? Would anyone be suspicious? What if someone saw us? It was extremely nerve racking, however over time it became common for people to see us together thinking he was a family friend or something. 

After Rog proposed which was about only a month ago, we decided to rent a flat together. It wasn't long after Dominique and him settled their divorce papers. It turns out she was fooling around with other men when they were married due to Roger's lack of interest in that department. Because I was the mistress. Thankfully, their separation wasn't messy, and occasionally we all catch up for a coffee. How funny is that?  Before graduating I got myself a job at a near by restaurant as a waiter. The staff there are all amazing and I made another close friend named Sydney. She's very similar to me actually and we get on so, so well. As for Roger, he remains a teacher at Melrose Catholic High and couldn't be happier.

But, it's been no bed of roses. When I first told my father I was with an older man, he was disgusted. Not in me, but Roger- thinking he was perverted and sick. However, when I brought Roger over for a family dinner, Dad instantly changed his mind. He realised my boyfriend was a real gentleman. They get on really well as they both have a fondness for cars and what not. Typical boy stuff you could say. He couldn't be happier now we're engaged despite legal complications. I still haven't heard from my mother neither has Dad which tears him apart to this day.

As for Freddie...he visits me everyday and any day. He still remains the same, only now he is completely and utterly sex addicted. It's all fun and games, I guess. I just worry for his safety- I don't want him getting diseases or anything. I do love him a lot. It's better the two of us no longer have the...sexual tension we once had. We're even closer now.

Oh, and I graduated. 

"Ow! Ow! ROGER! YOU'RE 29 HOW DO YOU ACT YOUNGER THAN ME!?" He loudly laughed, rolling over so he could lay next to me. His hair was all scruffy now but, when wasn't it.

"I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink at the pub?" He asked, beginning to occupy himself with our turntable that rested on our oak dresser, "I was just thinking of the time I asked you to be my boyfriend actually."

"I'm honestly surprised nobody was suspicious of a 17 year old and an older man seeing each other so often." I smirked.

"They could of thought I was your daddy-"

"Fuck off!" I wheezed. "But, yes lovey, let's get a drink. God knows I need one when I'm engaged to you." He gave me a sarcastic smile and a peck on the lips before getting ready.

Roger drove as I sat in the passenger seat, humming to the radio and occupying myself by looking out the window. The city was awfully gorgeous as the sun began to set. Some clouds began to leak in with the sky, forming a soft, pastel pink with orange and reds behind them. As my eyes dropped, I frowned. There were a couple groups of homeless people huddled together, trying to stay distracted. It made me feel awful- imagine how they would feel.

"So, what pub are we going to? Why didn't we just go to our local one?" I asked, forgetting to before.

He shrugged, "Thought somewhere further out would be a nice change. We can get dinner there too, my love." 

"So we'll make an evening out of it, huh?" I chuckled, "If I knew that I would wear my nice coat." I frowned.

"You look lovely anyway. Don't stress."

Soon enough Roger and I arrived, not realising how fancy this 'little pub' would be. Lots of women wore well kept dresses, and men fitted into their best blazers. Nobody seemed to care that Rog and I wore bell bottoms with simple band-tees so thats good enough, I guess. We never ordered dinner as I decided to continuously drink and drink and drink and-

"Darling, I think it's time to go." Roger half chuckled at me who slumped against the bar. My eyes ever so suddenly shooting open and then relaxing once again.

"God, I could eat you all up." I murmured, letting my eyes fall down to his crotch. "You have no idea how bad I need to touch you right now."

"Baby, let's go." He chuckled again, thinking it was the alcohol talking. I stopped his train of thought as I let my hand snatch his dick, beginning to rub it slowly. He inhaled sharply, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. "Brian, wait. We can continue when we get home." He acted all strict though he just didn't want to get hard in public.

"Sure, thing. You're so pretty. I'm so lucky." I slurred.

"Lucky?"

"Lucky, I have you, y-you sexy beast. My fiancé." I said seductively which made Roger burst into hysterics. "Lucky, I have your dick to eat when I get through our front door, huh?"

Roger helped me walk out to the parking lot around back. I was stumbling and mumbling inaudible words to god knows what.

"You okay?" He asked, helping me get in the car.

"Yes."  He kissed my forehead before shutting the door and hopping in his seat.

"I love you, Brian."

"I love you, Roger. MY PERVERTED HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER!" I bursted out laughing in hysterics while Roger had a small chuckle, slightly scared of me. I do not blame him.

We'll see where this takes us- our loving relationship.

A journey only to be continued, it was almost perfect.

But, I miss John.