Chapter 15

Closing The Deal

Parker went and put a note on his mother’s bedroom door that said I was staying over that night and I’d be driving him to school in the morning.  We both remembered the softball bat scenario.  Then we brushed our teeth and headed off to bed.  Parker wasted no time before putting that mouth of his to good use and then playing boy fountain all over my chest.  After a quick mop up session, we were primed for sleep to overtake us.

As we lay there wrapped around each other, I suddenly thought about us.  What would my life be like now if I hadn’t met Parker?  I’ve only known him for a short time, but what we had developed was so intoxicating and I felt so privileged and pleased that I had someone like him in my life.  Then I thought what if I suddenly lost him?  What if he found another boy—a gay boy—because he got tired of waiting for me to make a move?  A single tear rolled down my cheek at this thought.  It was then that I realized I was truly in love.

“Parker?”

“Mmmmm,” he responded.

“This is good, right?” I asked.

“Huh?  What’s good?

“This.  You and me…together…you know…us.”

“My mother said she’s cool with it.”

“I don’t mean good as in what’s allowed.  I mean, is this good for you?”

“Good?  Good is so...ordinary.  Don’t you think this is better than good?  Good is like ‘how is that ice cream?  It’s good’,” he remarked.

“So would you say it’s very good…but that doesn’t seem quite right either, does it?”

“Nope.”

“What word would you say best describes...us?”

“Hmm, how about…incredible!”

“Incredible.  Yeah, that works for me.”

“So incredible is good?”  Parker asked jokingly.

We both cracked up at that point.  We were right back at good again.

Once we simmered down, I thought out loud, “Well, since you think it’s incredible and I think it’s incredible…then how about making all of this a little more permanent?”

“What do you mean?” Parker queried.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, Parker, will you be my boyfriend?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I…uh, yeah…yes, yes, of course!” he finally spat out trying to collect himself.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“N-nothing’s wrong,” he said.  “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.  I thought that maybe you were just going through a confused phase.  And I figured I’d take advantage of it before you go back to your old life,” he confided.  “Or I thought maybe you were just in it for the sex...which is OK, too.”

It was then I realized that our time together to this point had been so brief that he really didn’t know me that well.  But then again, how well did I know myself?  I never would have guessed that I’d be smitten with a boy and then have it develop so quickly.  Therefore I could understand his skepticism.

“Parker, I’m here because I want to be here with you…more than anything.”

“But are you sure that this is not a flavor of the month kind of thing for you?  What if you suddenly change your mind back?  Where would that leave me?” he questioned.

“Parker I’ve dated other people, but I’ve never felt toward any one of them the same way I feel about you.  When I’m not with you, I want to be with you.  When I am with you, I want to be with you more.  I think you are one of a kind, and you have become very important to me in the short time I’ve known you.  I think that’s a good starting point, don’t you?”

“Well, if you’re certain—it certainly works for me.  I would be honored to be your boyfriend…your first boyfriend.”

“No, I am honored that I have you for my first boyfriend,” I replied.

“No, I am honored more,” he countered.

“Ha ha, our first lover’s spat.  OK, we are both honored by each other.  How’s that?” I offered.

“I’m honored more,“ he whispered.

“Do want another spanking?”

“Well, actually…”

“Never mind.”

“Geez, we just started dating and my boyfriend is threatening to beat me already!” he said in mocked distress.

“I thought you liked big red hand prints on your butt.”

“Who said I was complaining?” he joked.

And with that, the deal was done.  It was official.  I felt like the luckiest guy in the world because I met the one person who meant the world to me and now he was my boyfriend.  I lay there in the darkness with a big smile on my face.  Then a small voice broke through the stillness.

“Well, good night, Matt.”

“Good night, Parker,” I replied and kissed him gently on the forehead.

And then a whispered, “I love you” came back.

“I love you more,” I whispered in return.

“That’s impossible,” was his response and all that was needed before I kissed his shoulder and nodded off.