Finding Home at Randy’s (Diner Days)

Chapter 22

“ Y ou didn’t have to feed me, but thanks for dinner.”

I smile as Denver wipes their mouth on a napkin. “It was no problem. It's the least I could do after dragging you everywhere this afternoon. And you’ll have to thank Rory, he’s the cook around here.”

“Dad is terrible ,” Callum inputs, the little shit. “Da’s been teaching me to cook, and he says I might have a chance of survival once I’m allowed to move out.”

“Which will be when Da and I are old and gray, and incapable of taking care of you,” I tell him, only half joking. The idea of Cal on his own in the world is terrifying, and not just in the usual “he’s my baby” type of way. He might be responsible enough for a kitten, but neither Rory nor I trust him to be responsible for himself. The cat might end up as his keeper by the time he’s old enough to be on his own.

He rolls his eyes. “Whatever, old man. Can I be excused now? I wanna video call Nat and show them Jolene.”

The kitten’s new name makes me sigh, but all I say is, “Clear the table, then you can go.”

Callum jumps up and takes everything to the kitchen in record time. The promise of getting to talk to Nathan is always an excellent motivator.

“Thanks for coming with us today, Denver.” Callum hugs them. Den looks surprised, but accepts the affection easily.

“I had fun.”

Callum grins. “Me too! You’ll have to come by more often.”

Denver gives him a small, gentle smile. “We’ll see.”

“I’ll take that—for now. I’m going upstairs, I’ll see you later!” Callum rushes off before he can be told otherwise.

Denver chuckles. “He has a lot of energy.”

“You don’t know the half of it. This is him mellowed out. The excitement of the day is starting to wear on him—I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I can tell. He still has more energy than I could ever imagine though, but today was nothing.”

Denver seems to find that alarming, if the widening of their eyes is any indication. “And yes,” I say, before they can ask. “We’ve had him tested for ADHD and all that, because it’s a natural conclusion. According to the professionals though, he might be a little hyperactive, but everything else lines up within the normal range for neurotypical—not sure Rory and I fully believe that, but for us, as long as it doesn’t seem to be affecting him or causing things to be more difficult, we’ll leave it alone. If we thought he’d benefit from being medicated, we would have pushed for it, but Callum is just…Cal.”

Denver snorts softly. “Seems about right.”

I get up to start on the dishes and Denver follows me. “You don’t have to help, you’re the guest.”

“Please, my mother would be appalled. I was raised with manners.”

I laugh and don’t protest when they jump in to wash the dishes while I dry and put them away. We could use the dishwasher, but there honestly wasn’t much, and I like the simple domesticity of cleaning the kitchen with Denver. It’s something I’ve never had before, which, considering how long Rory and I were together, seems crazy.

Denver and I move around each other like we’ve done it for years, and just the simple act of doing a menial chore with someone makes my heart flutter. Being with Denver is something I’ve wanted for a long time, but convinced myself would never happen. Now, here we are, giving it a chance. Not only that, we’re including Luka into what we’re building. It’s a terrifying prospect, considering how long it’s been since I considered dating someone seriously, let alone two people.

That more than one person is interested in me seems inconceivable, let alone getting the chance to be with both of them.

“Hey,” Denver’s soft tone cuts into the beginning of my spiral. They touch my arm. “You okay?”

Letting out a slow breath, I almost nod but decide to be honest instead. “Eh. My brain’s just being stupid.”

“Talking helps sometimes,” they say softly.

“I'm okay. I just… It's been a long time since I've dated, and I think it's just now hitting me that I'm moving forward with not one but two people. Just need to get my head around it a bit.”

“I understand.” They run their fingers gently up and down my arm. “I've been attracted to you for a long time, Grae. But it's only now I feel we might have a chance. I'm not good at relationships, at putting myself out there. Weird, I know, considering I'm an extrovert through and through, but it's different when it comes to people I want to date. Then Luka showed up and I wanted nothing more than to be his friend.” Denver smiles as he trails his fingers up to my face, rubbing over the facial hair I couldn't be bothered to shave this morning.

“He's amazing, Grae. So sweet, shy, and vulnerable. He makes me want to protect him, even while I drag him out of his shell.”

I nod in agreement. “Same. He draws things out of me that I thought I lost when my marriage fell apart.” Concern fills Denver’s eyes, but I smile to try to quell it. “You and Luka make me want so much—more than I ever thought I'd get again. I just don't understand why. I feel washed up. Aside from some one night stands, both before and after the divorce, Rory has been my only relationship.

“Not only that, I have Callum. My son isn't a burden, and he's mostly self-sufficient, but he still needs me to be his dad. That's not easy for everyone to handle; nevermind the reactions I get when they realize I'm the one who carried him. Some people get weird at that. It's like they're okay with me being trans until the five foot five, blond hair, blue-eyed reminder stares them in the face.”

Denver laughs a little at my description. “Hey, I like your kid, I always have. I know how babies are made and it doesn't bother me.”

Snorting, I catch Denver’s hand in mine, holding it tightly and pulling them in closer. “Yeah, well, some people seem to forget that.”

“Their loss is my gain,” Denver whispers, leaning in for a kiss.

The second their lips touch mine, I groan. Just the feel of them against me has everything in my body lighting up. The simple press of their lips is soft, but it doesn’t stay that way for long.

As Denver sweeps their tongue into my mouth, we both moan, and they press against me, their cock brushing against my bulge, making me shudder as the packer presses against my hard dick.

With my free hand, I skim my fingers down Denver’s back. They arch into me, making me groan at the pressure when they push their hips harder into mine. Pressing against their lower back, I encourage them to grind their dick against me.

“Fuck,” they say, breaking away from my mouth with a gasp.

“We could do that.” Sliding my hand down to their ass, I grip the firm flesh.

Denver gasps and pulls their hand out of mine, bringing both to my chest and clutching at my shirt. “Take me to your bed, Graeme. I don’t really want your kid to walk in on us.”

I groan and laugh at the same time. “Rory will kill me if he has to pay for therapy, so let’s go.”

Denver untangles themself, and I miss them immediately. Grabbing their hand, I lead them out of the kitchen and downstairs to my bedroom.

“This is cool,” Denver says, looking around at the basement area.

“Yeah, part of the reason we bought the house was because the basement was finished. The laundry room is at the other end.” I motion to the door but drag Denver towards my bedroom door.

“The other bathroom is in here,” I tell them as we step into the room. “Callum keeps bitching that there’s not one upstairs, but it’s good exercise for him to go down and use the one on the main floor.”

Denver snorts. “I would side with Cal, sorry not sorry.”

I sigh, but shut the bedroom door behind us, shoving Denver against it. “I’d prefer to kiss you again, rather than talk about my kid and his many, many demands and whines.”

Denver grips my hips, forcing our groins together again. “Yeah?”

“Mmmhmm.” Leaning in, I press a gentle and chaste kiss to their mouth. “I want to get my lips and tongue all over you.”

Denver tilts their head back against the door, giving me access to their throat. The noises coming from them as I suck a bruise into their delicate skin is music to my ears. Sliding my hands around their waist, I move them down to Denver’s ass, pulling them firmly into me. “I want you to fuck me,” I whisper into their skin.

Denver’s hands clutch at my shoulders before they slide them down to the hem of my shirt, pushing the fabric aside so we’re touching skin to skin. “Yes,” they hiss. “You want to come on my cock?”

Licking a path along their collarbone, I shove their shirt further aside to kiss and suck at their skin. “Yes, but…” I pull away to look into their lust-filled hazel eyes. “I don’t do anal.”

Denver licks their lips and swallows. “I’m an equal opportunist, so that doesn’t bother me. Just so we’re clear, no anal penetration for you, right? Or do you not penetrate others?”

Squeezing and kneading their ass, I assure them, “Oh, don’t worry, one day soon, I’m going to get my cock inside you, but not today.” I rub myself against them. “If you’re good, I might even let you choose which one you get fucked with.”

Denver’s entire body arches away from the door and they dig their nails into the soft flesh of my lower belly. “Fucking hell,” they gasp. “I didn’t think I could come from words alone but… Keep talking like that and I won’t get a chance to be inside you.”

Moving my hands to their hips, I start walking backwards, leading them to the bed. “That would be a tragedy. Though…” I give them my best teasing grin. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve made a person come that way; we’ll have to take a raincheck.”

Denver laughs and pushes my shirt up, forcing me to release them so we can get the clothing off. “You think you can Dom me?”

If this was a few weeks earlier, I would have said no, but the shifting dynamics have me giving them a cocky grin and a very firm yes.

Helping Denver with their shirt, I turn them so their back is to the bed. Pressing a firm hand against the hard cock in their pants, I listen to the noise they make, soaking up each and every reaction I’m able to pull from them.

Sliding my fingers beneath the waistband of Denver’s pants, I’m surprised, and pleased, to discover they don’t wear underwear. Unwrapping a person is one of my favorite things, as you learn a lot about them while doing so; such as, which types of touches make them moan and arch, and what they wear—or don’t—underneath their clothes.

Denver’s cock is hard and ready, but I ignore it in favor of stripping them of their clothes completely, before running my hands up their calves, and following with my mouth—keeping my promise of tasting them all over.

I suck the pre-cum from their dick, but don’t take it into my mouth, despite how much we both want it. Denver whines, but allows me to continue my exploration, sucking bruises into their flat stomach, and then traveling further up to give attention to their pretty pink nipples.

They slide their hands down to my waist, pushing at my jeans, and I pull back enough to shuck them off. “These too?” I ask, hooking my fingers into my underwear, but not removing them.

“Yes, please… I want to see you.”

I suck in a breath at their desperate words. “I…don’t look like you,” I say, suddenly nervous. “I had a meta done, but it was a simple release. I like my parts. I enjoy being fucked and won’t ever compromise on that just because some guys don’t like men with vaginas. And my dick…while not big, is still mine .”

Denver moves in close, hands settling on my chest, just below my scars. I shudder, the area around my pectorals has been sensitive since my top surgery, and Denver’s long, delicate fingers against my flesh heightens the sensation.

“I like you , Graeme. I want you . I don’t care what you do or don’t have.”

I let out a heavy breath. “You’d think this is the first time I've had sex since Rory, but it’s not. But none of the others…they haven’t been important to me like you are.”

Their gaze softens and they smile at me. “You’re important to me, too. And I want to make you feel good. Will you let me?”

I give a small nod and Denver smiles softly as they undo my pants, then shove them down my legs. Carefully, I step out of them, my breath hitching at the hunger in Denver’s eyes as they look at me.

“So fucking beautiful, Grae,” they whisper.

The thing is, I feel beautiful, with the way Denver rakes their eyes over my body, though they don’t linger on my scars or my not-flat stomach. As they look, they also touch: my nipples, down my chest and abdomen, over my hips, to my thighs, gently parting my legs.

I tremble as their fingers sweep near my groin. My hard cock aches and Denver teases it, brushing their fingers across the length.

I shudder and groan, and Denver grins at me. “Lay on the bed?” they ask softly, careful to not make it an order.

Denver helps maneuver me to first sit on the edge of the bed, and then I scoot back until I hit the pillows. Denver sits between my legs, urging me to lift my ass as they shove their thighs under me.

Once I’m draped across their lap, they bring their hand to their mouth and lick it from the palm to the tip of their fingers.

As I watch them, I shudder and reach for my cock. Denver bats my hand away, lifting an eyebrow. Grinning at them, I lift my ass, trying to entice them to do something.

“You’re a feisty bottom, aren’t you?” they mutter.

“What do you think?”

Denver shakes their head, but brings their hand between my legs, fingering my cock and making me moan. Throwing my head back against the pillows, I relish in the sensation of being touched.

Denver jerks me off, their fingers wrapped around my short length, gripping me perfectly as they slide up and down.

Gripping the covers, I arch into the touch, every nerve ending is a livewire of desire as Denver expertly gets me off.

“Den… Please… I need more.”

They release my cock and I whine, instantly missing the sensation.

“Shh, I'm going to take good care of you.”

They move their hand to my entrance, one finger slipping inside effortlessly.

“Oh, fuck!”

“So slick…” they murmur, teasing me with one finger before pushing in with two. “Fuck, baby, you're so tight and wet .” There's awe in their voice.

I huff a laugh. “Since I started T—aside from my nine-month interlude—I’ve been wetter than before I got on hormones.”

“Huh.” They begin fingerfucking me slowly. “Didn’t know that was a thing. I mean, I've been with men who could still get wet, but no one has ever said they got more .”

“News to me, too. Holy fuck!” Denver slides their fingers out, only to return with three. “But I talked to some people back then. A few said it happened to them, but they dried up after a few months or a year or whatever. Others thought maybe the heightened libido and actually wanting to be touched was the cause. Fucking hell! ” I chase after Denver's hand every time they pull out. “Whatever the reason, I'm not complaining. It makes sex easier.”

Denver laughs. “I’m sure it does. And I can't wait to test it out.”

They rub their thumb against my dick and I writhe, the sensation on the borderline of being too much, because I can feel my orgasm building and this is not how I want to come, as spectacular as it'd be.

“Fuck me,” I beg. “I need you to fuck me, Den…”

“Yeah,” they say, voice low and husky. “I'll fuck you. Fuck you so hard it hurts, and you can't help but come on my cock because of how good it feels.”

A full body shiver runs through me as I gasp while Denver continues to fuck me with their hand.

Over and over again, they thrust their fingers deep inside, before it all stops.

“On your back,” I order, too wrecked to remember I'm not supposed to give this gorgeous specimen of a human being commands.

Denver doesn't say anything, scrambling to comply, even as they fist their cock with the hand that was just three fingers deep in me.

The visual has my cock throbbing with pleasure and my thighs are slick with my arousal. My entire body needs Denver, and any lingering doubts or worries don't matter as I swing a leg over them and straddle their hips.

“Lube? Condom?” they ask, hands settling on my hips.

My stomach drops. “Fuck.” I hang my head. “We don't need lube,” I tell them, dragging my dripping wet entrance over their cock. “And I don't have any condoms—I gave them back to Rory because I didn’t think I’d need them so soon. Denver's fingers tighten against my hips, stilling my motion. “I didn't expect to sleep with anyone today, so…”

I perk up. “Rory has some. I can run up to his room.”

Denver quirks a brow. “You want to go steal condoms from your ex?”

I shrug. “He won't mind. In fact, if I called him right now, he'd be very encouraging.”

They laugh. “That's a no from me…” They hesitate before saying, “I'm negative, recently tested and everything. I can show you my results, if you want?”

“Not necessary. My…tests aren't up to date, but it's been more than a year since I've been with anyone. And I've only ever had unprotected sex with Rory. That was a long time ago.” Two years, give or take, but I won't tell them that quite yet. Some things about my relationship with Rory should wait.

Denver twitches their fingers against my hips. “So…”

Leaning forward, so their cock pokes right where I need it to, I whisper against their mouth. “So I'm going to ride you now, unless you have any objections?”

Denver shakes their head.

“Good. Then relax and enjoy.”

Gently moving their hands from my hips, I place them on the bed and then rise up, gripping the base of their cock and holding on as I bring it to my entrance.

Ever so slowly, I sink down, pausing to take a few deep, careful breaths as they stretch me so beautifully.

I'm slightly open from the fingerfucking, but still tight enough that there's a bit of pain as I slide down onto Denver’s thick cock. It's fleeting, the pleasure of being stretched open is a heightened sense.

“You can touch me,” I tell them once I'm seated all the way. “But this is my show, understand?”

“Yes. Fuck yourself, Grae.”

I grin. “Oh, Amour, I'm about to rock your world.”

Carefully, I start to move, sliding up Denver’s cock, before rolling my hips and moving back down. Planting my hands behind myself and bracing on their thighs, I give them the ride of a lifetime as I writhe on their cock.

Denver tears at the bedcovers, and plants their feet on the bed—sliding me further down on their cock and making me place my hands on their chest—and then holds still.

“You're killing me, baby,” they say, breathless.

“Fuck, so good and deep. Haven't…” Too fucked out to speak, I ride them hard for a few seconds, savoring the intensity before slowing down and grinding on them, rocking my hips slowly.

“Haven't ever felt like this…” I whisper, finishing my thought.

Denver glides their hands down my back to my ass as I roll my hips into theirs. They slide their hands around to the front, one holding my hip, the other stroking my aching dick.

“You're going to make me come…” Throwing my head back, I begin fucking myself on Denver faster, chasing the sensation of them deep in me and their fingers around my throbbing cock.

“Come, baby. Show me how good it is.”

“Fuck, Den…”

The sensations crashing through me are too much and my entire body seizes as I come. The orgasm is not so much rolling through me but crashing , setting every nerve on fire and making me tingle from head to toe.

Denver curses, grips my hips in both hands, and thrusts up into me, fucking me hard and fast, prolonging my pleasure as they chase their own.

“In me, in me,” I mutter, unsure why it sounds wrong to my ears until the fog clears a little as I come down from my high and realize I'm speaking French.

Denver doesn't seem to notice as they thrust up hard and then spill into me, cum painting my still-quivering channel.

We stay like that, suspended in the moment for what feels like an eternity before my arms give out and I collapse on top of Denver.

Their arms wrap around me, holding me close, even as their cock slips out. Our panting breaths are the only sounds in the room, the sweat on our skin cooling and sticking us together as our breaths and heart rates return to normal. Still we don't move, content to hold onto this for as long as possible.