Composed at Randy’s (Diner Days)

17. Wren

Chapter 17

Wren

“ A re you sure Bael is the one you want?” Travis asks me as he eyeballs my new boyfriend dubiously.

Bael is trying to get the door to Randy’s open and failing miserably. I'm not sure what the problem is. He's using every ounce of his considerable bulk to try and push the damn thing open, but it's just not budging.

“Obviously. Why wouldn't I? He's perfect for me. Hold on a second, I'm gonna go help him.”

I leave Travis and what I think was the beginning of his well-meaning shovel talk to go help Bael. There's no way that door will hold up against both of us.

“Here,” I say. “Let me get under your arm. If I use both of my hands to push and you stand behind me and push too, we'll get this thing open.”

“Good idea.”

Unfortunately, it doesn't matter how hard we push; this damn door isn’t going anywhere. Everyone else seems content to let us handle the problem though, so we keep at it.

“Are you filming this, Marty?” Mel asks my dearest friend in the entire world.

“I owe it to their future children.”

“I’m not sure I want kids, Marty,” I say as I step back from the door and examine it to see if there’s something blocking it, but I don’t see anything.

“Me either,” Bael agrees. I give his shoulder a little kiss.

“My future children then,” Marty says and keeps on filming.

“They really are perfect for each other, aren’t they?” Travis asks in awe.

“Yep!” I scan the door with a critical eye. There has to be something we’re missing here.

There was nothing. Absofuckinglutely nothing to stop this door from opening. What the hell?

“Fuck you, door,” I snarl. “You’re not beating us!” I get in a karate pose I’ve seen in a movie because I’m about ready to kick this bitch in. Bael might have more success in that area though. I’ve got the will, but he has the mass.

“No, Kai, don’t help them. They’ve clearly got this.”

“Thank you, Shay. We'll have this door open in just a second,” Bael calls over his shoulder. “Are they open? Check the sign.”

Okay, that makes a small amount of sense, so I back down from my murder pose and think for a minute before saying, “I think this is a twenty-four-hour diner. Plus, there's a big neon light right there that says open. Hold on, let me check the website.” I pull out the new phone Kai shoved into my hands the second he got a chance. This one has a waterproof case. I doubt that it's Wren proof though.

Smooth brain is a powerful adversary against phones.

As Bael and I check out the website, we hear the door chime and see Archie standing in the half-open doorway.

“Thought you two might need some help.” He pushes the door open all the way and comes outside, letting it close behind him.

“No, don't let it close!” I cry, but it’s too late. Damn it, now we're never going to get in, because you just know it auto-locks from the inside. That's how this sort of thing always goes. Trust me.

“Don’t worry,” Archie says. “I’ve got the magic touch.” He pulls on the handle and ushers us inside with a flourish. “Après vous.”

“So it wasn’t locked after all?” I say to Bael as I walk inside.

“Apparently not. Damn, Archie, you do have the magic touch. I gave it everything I had.” Bael shakes his head in amazement.

“It was nothing,” Archie gives us a wink. ”I see the two of you worked things out?”

“We did! Thank you so much for your help. How’s Abigail?” I ask because I’m nice and not because I’m angling to find out if she’s a person or a dog. Or perhaps a sentient sock puppet.

“She’s great. I need to take her to the yarn store soon.”

That was completely unhelpful. A sock puppet could need yarn just as much as a human could.

I try again as we make our way to the same booth we used last time, waving at Zo as we go. “It is starting to get cold. Does she want to make a scarf or something?”

Archie laughs and slaps me on the back, knocking me into Bael. “You’re hilarious, kid. Abigail can’t knit. Alright, I'll leave you to your dinner. I'm glad everything worked out.” He waves goodbye and goes to sit at the counter in front of an absolutely majestic stack of pancakes.

Bael has an arm around me after Archie shoved me into him, and he frowns at the man's back.

“Hey, do you have any idea whether or not Abigail is a human or a dog?” I whisper.

Bael blinks before turning his attention back to me. “I don't think anyone knows the answer to that question. She could be a teddy bear for all I know.”

I slide into the long, U-shaped booth, and Bael gets in after me and says, “Scoot over so everyone can get in.” He scoots me over as Mel sits down. Then he keeps scooting me until Laura, Travis, Shay, Marty, and Harvey get in as well. I’ve made the entire circuit of the table when I bump into Kai sitting at the end of the other side of the U.

Kai is smart like that. You'll never catch him scooting halfway around the world when he can take 3 steps to solve the problem.

I notice Kai and Bael making eye contact over me, and when Kai doesn't say anything, I pat his arm in encouragement. He's tolerating Bael very nicely, and I'm proud of him.

Kai isn’t huge on people in general, and when it comes to the people around me, he's extra particular about who he tolerates. Major daddy bear issues, right?

I think he and Bael are going to get along great.

Eventually.

I think he's going to get along even better with Harvey, though. In fact, if Kai wasn't straight, he and Harvey would probably get married and then take over the world.

As it is, the two of them haven't stopped making plans together since they met this evening. They're calling it preemptive damage control, but I know bro-bonding when I see it.

When our food arrives, Bael and I start eating off each other’s plates shamelessly, and Mel drifts away, sandwich in hand to go talk to some punk-looking folks at a table who, according to Zo, became famous recently. Mel claims to want to network with fellow musicians, but we all know Mel is looking to see if anyone there is DTF.

Laura has taken up saying things in Travis’s ear that make him blush, Marty is flirting with Shay, and Kai and Harvey have moved to a smaller table to bro-bond. They’re comparing schedules, I think, but they could be planning a war. All I know is that they each have a phone and a tablet out and have their heads together and keep shout-whispering at each other.

I’m biting into half of Hello Kitty’s head when Bael nudges me.

“I want you to listen to something.” Bael’s cheeks are flushed and he’s looking at the table instead of me. He puts an AirPod in my hand. “My brain wrote this for you.”

I put the AirPod in my ear, and Bael puts the second one in his. He does something to his phone and music fills my ears. There are no vocals, but the music is so captivating that I don’t miss the lack.

“You write music?” I touch the AirPod and press it closer into my ear so I don’t miss a single note.

Bael nods. “I write most of the music for the band.”

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper.

Bael’s hand is resting next to me, and his pinky twines with mine. “You’re beautiful.”

I close my eyes and lean against him while I listen. It’s like being wrapped inside him, equal parts sweet, silly, and feral. “I see why you’re famous. Tell your brain thank you. It makes amazing things.”

“It says you’re very welcome.” Bael’s face gets closer to mine, and I tilt my head up.

“Oh my god, you two. Get a room.” Travis is beet red and looking anywhere but us.

“The alley out back is surprisingly comfortable,” Mel says, and my mind flashes to The Rock sticker I saw when I was back there with Archie. “No alleys,” Bael says, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

I hop up from the booth and drag Bael with me, pulling him toward the bathrooms.

“Wow, look at Wren go!” Mel cheers as they make their way back to our booth. I guess they struck out? Wow.

“Get it, Wren!” Marty joins in because he's about as sex-positive as they come.

“We're not going to fuck. I just want to talk to my man without an audience for five minutes.” I announce.

“Bael, if you're back in five minutes, I'm going to be highly disappointed in you, man,” Shay calls and shares a high-five with Mel over the table.

Bael gives them both the finger and lets me drag him away.

Kai gives the entire room a withering glare before going back to his conversation with Harvey.

When we get out of sight, Bael asks, “We're not really going to fuck in the alley, are we?” His face shows an odd mix of horror and reluctant curiosity. If I say yes right now, I have a feeling he'll take me up on it.

“No, that’s gross. I really did just want to talk to you.” I say loudly so our friends will hear me. I knock on the bathroom door, and when it swings open under my touch, I pull Bael inside and lock the door.

It’s a simple, clean space with one wall covered in chalkboard paint and a small bucket of colored chalk on a small shelf. There’s an eclectic mix of images, scribbles, random quotes, and other silly things scrawled on it. I’d be delighted by it if I didn’t have more pressing matters to attend to.

Bael is absolutely adorable standing there looking at me confused but still trusting. My mind goes soft at the edges like it does when it's cataloging an emotion or a moment to turn into an art piece later. I wonder what it'll come up with?

“You wrote me music,” I state.

“I did.”

“I lied to you about only wanting to talk. You should fuck me now. People who write me beautiful music deserve treats.”

Bael surges forward and pulls me into a kiss. “Only me,” he growls against my mouth.

“Only you,” I gasp, rutting against his leg.

“I’m going to write you so much fucking music.” He cups my face in his hands and deepens the kiss. The music is gone, abandoned on the table with Bael’s phone and AirPods, but I swear I can still hear it. The melody continues and grows, wrapping around us until I’m dizzy.

Bael is hard against my stomach, and I press into him before pulling away to unzip his pants. When I get his cock out, I swear my brain is writing its own song.

A painting might be better, though. I'd be able to do it better justice. Maybe my next showing will be a XXX collection. I'm going to need huge canvases for every piece.

I’m on my knees, kneeling on my fancy jacket and doing my best to show him my appreciation for the lovely song, swallowing him down inch by glorious inch, as his eyes burn into mine as he watches me.

I own him right now, and I know it. Bael is mine, and I can do anything I want to him. Having this much power over such a strong man is heady.

I’m sure you’re wondering if his freckles extend to his dick, but I’m not sharing. Those hypothetical freckles are mine too.

All I can say is that if he did have them, I'd kiss every single one any time I got the opportunity.

I'm lost in the moment, mind hazy and caught up in the memory of a beautiful melody and the sensation of having Bael’s cock in my mouth.

A hand in my hair pulls me away, and I make a sad, confused little mewling sound.

Oh right, I wanted him to fuck me. “Oops! I think I got carried away. You can fuck me now if you want to—oh shit, I don’t have condoms, do you?”

“No, but?—”

“I could go ask one of the guys outside. I'm sure one of them would have some.” I get to my feet and move for the door.

“Wait.” Bael grabs my arm and presses me against the chalk art wall. “I want to do something else. Will you let me suck you off?” His eyes are soft and pleading.

He didn't need to bust out the puppy eyes for that request, because there's no way I’d ever turn that down, but they are still devastating.

I have my pants undone and halfway to the floor before I’m done saying “Hell fucking yes!”

Bael’s mouth quirks and he falls to his knees. His hands bracket my hips and he strokes the skin on either side of my cocklet with his thumbs. He buries his face into the soft hair surrounding my cocklet and breaths in. “Fuck, you smell amazing,” he whispers like he’s at church and trying to be reverent.

All hail Wren and his mighty, tiny cocklet. Thank you, I will be taking my bows at the end of the show.

Bael’s mouth on me is hesitant at first, but he gains confidence quickly, and he fucking deserves it. Sucking a meta cock is different than sucking a cis cock because I only get a little hard, so he has to make adjustments for that, but he figures it out quickly.

My head is thrown back and I’m a gibbering mess in no time as he licks and sucks me. I can’t believe how much I’ve been missing out. Oral is fucking fantastic, did you know?

Bael has me pinned by the hips against the wall with both hands, and I scrabble at the wall behind me as I marvel at his ability to alternate between sucking my cocklet and licking my front hole without letting up.

When he pauses for breath, he looks up at me with a filthy smile. His bright red lips are wet and swollen, and his pupils are blown out, making his eyes impossibly dark.

When he asks, “Can you come from this?” I nearly do just from the sound of his rough, gravelly voice.

I nod wildly and press the back of his head to encourage him to keep going. He makes a playful little snarling sound and nips at my fingers before giving me another sinful smile and getting back to work.

He releases one of my hips and starts fingering my front hole while he sucks my cocklet. When he finds my G-spot and does a little flourish with his tongue, I see stars and come my fucking brains out.

He continues to suck gently as I thrust against his face, allowing me to control the pressure so I don't get over-sensitized. He stops completely when I give his shoulder a little push. I allow my head to fall back against the wall and focus on not allowing my jelly legs to collapse underneath me.

It takes longer than I'm proud of before I realize Bael still hasn’t gotten to come. I look down and say, “I’m sorry, let me—” only to see Bael grinning up at me happily while on his knees with a hand on his softening cock. He’s made a complete mess of my fancy jacket.

“So I guess we both really enjoyed that,” I say, crouching down to give him a messy kiss. I can taste myself on him, and it gives me a little zing of pleasure.

“We’re doing that again, ASAP,” Bael says in agreement.

I stand and pull my pants back on. Once I have myself together, I go to pull him up, but he gives my arm a tug and causes me to fall into him. He covers me in wet kisses before hauling us both off the floor.

Bael stops dead in his tracks and nearly causes me to fall over. “Oh for fucks sake.” He glares at the wall above the sink.

“What?” There’s nothing wrong with the wall that I can see.

“We were too late.” Bael jabs at the wall, drawing my attention to the stern visage of The Rock glaring down at us.

I blink at The Rock. The Rock keeps glaring at me.

“You know what this means, right?” I ask.

Bael quirks an eyebrow at me in question.

“We’ve got to fuck in their bathroom now.”

“Oh no,” Bael says, holding up his hands as if to ward off my excellent idea. “Then they’ll both try to fuck in ours. It’ll be a never-ending war.”

“It’s a good thing I’m in this for the long haul then.”

Bael gives me a heart-stopping grin. “I guess it is.”

“Let’s get started on our new quest first thing tomorrow, okay?” I say, giving him a little peck on the cheek.

“Your wish is my command.” Bael grabs me by the waist and dips me into one of those cinematic hero kisses, and I don’t swoon. Really, I don’t.

(I totally do.)

Post swoon, I give my jacket a mournful poke with my toe. “I hate this jacket, but I'm really sad that I have to throw it away now. It would be a nice souvenir for the first time somebody sucked my soul out of my cocklet.”

“Why can't you keep it?”

“Because carrying it inside out and balled up under my arm for the rest of the evening is going to cause so many questions. It’s better to just let it go gently into the night.”

I give it a grand send-off by chucking it into the trash, and when I turn around, I catch Bael suppressing a laugh, and he goes to inspect the art wall like he’d been doing it the entire time. When I see the wall, I think I know what he found so amusing.

Half of the art is smeared away, and there is a distinct impression of my ass where it used to be.

I smirk. “Well, I don't have any duck stickers on me yet, but this gives me a good chance to improvise.” I wipe my ass print away, take a stick of blue chalk, and use our initials to form a cute little drawing of a duck.

“Dammit. If I’d brought my phone I could have taken a picture,” Bael laments.

“You have the OG artist in your pocket. I can make as many ducks as you want.” I go on my toes to kiss him, and he forgets all about his phone. We both check each other over to make sure we’re put back together before we return to the table. Bael gives my back a lingering glance on the way to the table, and I assume he’s checking out my ass.

I turn to give Bael another kiss, and the entire table erupts into cheers and applause.

What the…?

Kai swears and gets up. He glares at everyone until they shut up and then he brushes off my back. When he finishes, I see that his hands are covered in chalk. Oh, for fucks sake.

“Nice job, Bael. That was way longer than five minutes. Up top!” Mel holds up a hand and Bael slaps it. They both look at me expectantly until I give Mel a hesitant high five too.

Yeah… I think my little family is going to fit right in with this codependent mess of misfits.