Wilder, Winona - Choosing Love [Coming Out 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (10 page)

“Wow! Nice place, bro,” said James.

“Look, he has a big screen,” announced Brent.

His parents filed in next. While he hugged his mother, his dad slipped her jacket off from behind. It was good to see them again. Though he wasn’t the innocent farm boy that had left for college— he was a man, on his own, and in charge of his own future.

Dinner was uneventful. The food tasted great, and his parents enjoyed conversing with Evan. He was an endless well of information, and his knowledge of history entertained his father. It was good chumming with his brothers again. Everyone said they all looked alike, the same build, blond hair and strong jaw typical of all Matthews men.

His mother asked Evan for the recipe of his roast beef. It fell apart on the fork and tasted heavenly. Cal and Evan worked so hard for the dinner to be a success, and it had been. Just knowing how much they cared about him, filled him with the confidence he needed.

The time had come. He took a gulp of air, straightened his spine, and looked to Evan and Cal for encouragement. They each gave a slight nod.

“Mom, Dad. I have something to tell you.”

“Okay.” His father shifted in his seat, making him more nervous. All he could replay in his head were the things his dad drilled into him during his life at home.

“
Cal
’s not just my roommate. He’s also my boyfriend.” There. He’d done it. Short, simple and to the point. He exhaled, the sound audible as the table turned silent.

His father used the cloth napkin to dab at the corner of his mouth, then stood and walked to the door without a single word. Although his mother looked stricken, clearly embarrassed by his father’s dismissal, she followed behind him as he expected. Deep within, he knew his dad wouldn’t accept his news, but he hoped his mother would have at least said something comforting. She was his mother. When his father would give him a whooping for something trivial growing up, she was always right there with sweet words and promises of better days. But he was a grown man now and had to find his own strength within. No more kissing the wounds. He didn’t have to be a victim. His dad didn’t walk away from him, Waylon did.

All these years, he tried to be someone he wasn't so his dad would love him. Where did that get him? Neither the lies nor the truth would be enough. If his father couldn't love him for who he was, then he was through trying. Waylon was a grown man and had to make decisions for his own happiness, no matter how difficult. Revealing the truth that ended any chance of his father's approval was definitely difficult.

“You’re gay? That can’t be true. You’re not gay,” said Brent.

“I am. I wouldn’t break Mom’s heart if it wasn’t the truth.”

“What does that mean? Are you attracted to us now?”

Waylon stood and shook his head. “No, I’m not attracted to you, you idiot. You’re my fucking brothers.” At least they hadn’t turned hostile, or worse, kept silent like his father. The banter came so naturally between him and his younger brothers. He answered their unspoken question, “And, no, just because I’m gay doesn’t mean either of you are.”

“Whew, that’s a relief.” They both started laughing.

“So you’re not disowning me?”

James shrugged. “We know how Dad is. Don’t worry about him. You’re our brother. We’ll always love you.”

Everyone stood and said their good-byes. Waylon felt an odd mix of relief and sadness when he closed the door after his brothers.

“How do you feel?” asked Evan once they all sat on the sofa together. The cleaning up could wait.

“I don’t know, really. I guess I expected as much from my dad. I just hoped I was wrong. Hoped he’d hug me, tell me it was okay, and that he still loved me.”

Evan gave his thigh a squeeze. “He does love you.”

“Your brothers seem nice,”
Cal
offered, probably trying to lighten the mood.

He turned to both men. “I’m not trying to be someone I’m not anymore.” Waylon already knew he loved both men but felt the magnitude of it swelling within him. These two men wouldn’t leave him. They accepted him for who he was, and he knew they’d be there for him in good times and bad. “I’m where I belong, and if my parents can’t accept that, then they don’t accept me.” Now he knew how
Cal
felt when his parents rejected him. It fucking hurt.

“We’re a family now. The three of us,” said Cal. Waylon’s eyes watered.
Cal
was such a sweetheart, and he wanted to be a family for him as much as he needed it himself.

“You two are all I’ll ever need,” said Waylon. Evan leaned over and kissed him, followed by
Cal
. The tender mix of emotion, relief that the stressful dinner was over, and two gorgeous men leaning over him, made him dizzy with desire. He remembered
Cal
sucking him on the hood of the car earlier in the day, and it made his cock stiffen. Shit, anyone who said their lifestyle was wrong wasn’t living it. He wouldn’t change a thing.

“Anything we can do to make it better?” asked Evan, resting his hand over Waylon’s bulging crotch.

His mind worked on overdrive, conjuring up naughty scenarios. Sexual fantasies to get him out of the bitter reality of the dinner and into a mindless state of bliss. “Can I be the meat? I want Mr. Hawke punishing me from behind while I have my own fun in the front.” He tilted
Cal
’s face up and kissed his scars. “What do you say?”

Cal
’s eyes glistened as he nodded.

The three men retired to their bedroom. It was just the beginning of a long life to be filled with love, support, and carefree days. He’d found his place in life, and he’d treasure every minute of it.

THE END

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