"You're having lunch with your mum?" Marcus asked, pulling on his leisure centre polo shirt. "On a Tuesday?"
Jamie grimaced. "Yeah, she's in town for some shopping. Insisted we meet up."
"Want me to come? I could call in sick."
"No, you should go to work. Besides..." Jamie hesitated. "You know how she is."
Marcus's expression darkened slightly. "Still dropping hints about the perfect woman and the perfect grandchildren?"
"Something like that."
Marcus crossed the room and kissed him, deeper than usual for a Tuesday morning. "Give her my regards," he said with exaggerated sweetness.
"Piss off," Jamie laughed, but kissed him back.
"Text me if you need rescuing. I'll fake an emergency."
Jamie watched Marcus leave, then spent the morning editing a particularly dull corporate podcast about workplace synergies. By noon, he was dressed in his most respectable jumper and jeans, and headed to the gastropub she'd chosen near the Arndale Centre.
Andrea Sullivan was already seated when he arrived, her handbag placed precisely on the empty chair beside her. She looked up from her menu with that particular smile that managed to convey both affection and mild concern.
"My darling. You're looking thin."
"Hello, Mum." He bent to kiss her cheek, catching the familiar scent of her perfume. "You're looking well."
"Am I? This weather's been playing havoc with my sinuses." She gestured to the chair opposite. "Sit down, you're making the place look untidy."
Jamie sat. The waitress appeared immediately: his mum had that effect on service staff.
"Just a chicken salad for me," Andrea said. "No dressing. And a sparkling water."
"Burger and chips, please," Jamie said, partly because he was hungry, mostly because he knew it would annoy her.
"All that grease," she murmured as the waitress left. "No wonder you've got no energy."
"I've got plenty of energy."
"How's work?" she asked, unfolding her napkin with surgical precision.
"Good. Busy. Got a few new clients this month."
"Podcasts, isn't it? I still don't understand who has time to listen to people chattering on for hours."
"Lots of people, apparently. It's a growing industry."
"Hmm." She took a sip of her water. "And how's Marcus? Still at that leisure centre?"
"Yeah, he enjoys it."
"And it's enough? Financially, I mean. You're both getting to that age where you should be thinking about the future."
"We're doing fine, Mum."
"I just worry. Your brother's just got promoted again. Did he tell you?"
"No, but you've mentioned it."
His phone buzzed. Marcus's name flashed on the screen.
"Sorry," Jamie said, glancing at the message.
So I might have lied about being at work
Jamie frowned. "Everything alright?"
"Who is it?" Andrea asked.
"Just Marcus. Probably something about tonight."
Another message appeared: Remember Dean's been messaging me on Grindr?
Then another: Well he's here
"It's rude to text during lunch," Andrea said pointedly.
"Sorry." But his eyes caught the next message before he could look away.
He's really going for it. On his knees already
"Something wrong?" Andrea asked.
"No, sorry I'm just... just checking something."
The phone buzzed again. Jamie couldn't help glancing.
Always said he wanted to blow me. He's taking his time, lots of tongue
"Jamie, please."
"Sorry." Jamie shoved the phone in his pocket, his mind spinning. Dean was one of their mates, someone they'd known for years. Always flirting with Marcus, making jokes about being jealous of Jamie. And now...
The food arrived. Jamie stared at his burger, his appetite suddenly complicated by arousal. His phone vibrated against his leg.
"I ran into Sarah Henderson at Waitrose," Andrea said. "Do you remember her? From church?"
"Vaguely," Jamie managed, trying to focus on the conversation while his pocket buzzed insistently.
"Her daughter's doing ever so well. She’s just qualified as a solicitor. Lovely girl."
Jamie took a bite of burger to avoid responding. His phone was going mental now, a stream of vibrations that his mum definitely noticed.
"Are you going to answer that?"
"It's just notifications," Jamie lied.
"You know," Andrea continued, stirring her salad, "Sarah mentioned her daughter's single. I didn't say anything, of course, but..."
"Mum."
"I'm not suggesting anything. I know you're with Marcus. I just think it's nice to keep options open. You're still young."
Jamie pulled out his phone to silence it, catching a glimpse of the messages:
Fuck he's good at this
Taking me right to the base
He's even got a finger in me now while he's sucking. I never let you do that
You should see his face all eager and desperate
And then, inevitably: Photo attached
Jamie's thumb hovered over the message. He couldn't look. Not here. Not with his mum watching.
"Couldn't you turn it off? I'm trying to tell you about Sarah's daughter," Andrea repeated.
"Yeah, sorry." He fumbled with the settings, but not before seeing: Video attached
Christ.
"You're all red," his mum observed. "Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm fine."
"You don't look fine. Is it the burger?"
Jamie's phone, now on silent, lit up with another message. He could see Marcus's name but not the content. The temptation was overwhelming.
"I just wonder sometimes," Andrea continued, "if you've really thought these things through. The lifestyle you've chosen."
"It's not a lifestyle, Mum. It's my life."
"Yes, but is it what you really want? Long-term? Your father and I just want you to be happy."
Jamie's phone screen lit up again. He glanced down instinctively: He's begging for my cock now. Says he's wanted it for ages
"We are happy."
"But what about the future? Children? A proper family?"
"Mum, please. Not today."
"I'm not criticising. I'm just asking you to think about things. That's all."
His phone lit up again. This time Jamie couldn't resist. While his mum signalled the waitress for more water, he quickly opened the message.
The photo was taken from Marcus's POV, looking down at Dean between his legs, mouth stretched around his cock, eyes looking up at the camera with unmistakable hunger.
"Fuck," Jamie breathed.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Just... just surprised by something."
"You're obsessed with that phone. It's not healthy."
More messages were flooding in:
Recording this for you
Want you to see what you're missing
He's taking me so deep
His throat is fucking incredible
Video attached
Jamie's erection began to press painfully against his jeans. He shifted in his seat, trying to adjust without being obvious.
"Are you alright?" Andrea asked. "You keep fidgeting."
"I'm fine. Just... would you excuse me for a moment? Need the loo."
"We've only just got our food."
"I'll be quick. Promise."
Jamie practically fled to the bathroom, locking himself in a cubicle with shaking hands. He immediately opened the video Marcus had sent.
The angle showed Dean enthusiastically deep throating Marcus, tears streaming down his face but clearly loving it. Marcus's hand was in his hair, controlling the pace, and Jamie could hear the wet sounds even with the bathroom's ambient noise.
"Jesus," Jamie whispered, fumbling with his belt. He was so hard it hurt.
He typed with one hand: Currently wanking in the restaurant bathroom
Marcus's reply was instant: I knew you would. Dirty boy. Want to see what you're missing?
Yes. Fuck yes
The next video was longer. Marcus had propped the phone up, showing Dean on all fours on the sofa, Marcus behind him, just starting to push inside.
Jamie bit his lip hard, stroking himself faster. The bathroom door opened and someone came in, but he couldn't stop now. On screen, Dean was moaning "Oh fuck, Marcus, you're so big" while Marcus gripped his hips.
Fuck I'm close already, Jamie typed one-handed.
The response was immediate: Good. Going to come on his face. Watch this.
The video that followed showed exactly that: Dean on his knees again, mouth open, as Marcus stroked himself to completion. The expression of bliss on Dean's face as cum hit his tongue made Jamie lose it completely.
He came hard, barely managing to catch it in toilet paper, legs shaking as he watched Dean lick Marcus clean on the small screen.
You're a fucking exhibitionist, Jamie typed once he could focus again.
Marcus sent back: And you love it. How's mummy?
She's trying to set me up with her friend's daughter
Lol. Better get back before she arranges your wedding. Dean says hi btw
A selfie appeared: Dean with Marcus's cock resting against his cum-covered cheek, both of them grinning at the camera.
Jamie cleaned himself up hastily, trying to look presentable. His face was flushed, pupils dilated, and he looked thoroughly debauched. Nothing to be done about it.
When he returned to the table, Andrea Sullivan was eating her salad with precise little bites.
"That took a while," she observed.
"Sorry. Bit of a queue."
She studied him carefully. "You look peculiar. Are you sure you're feeling well?"
"Yeah, just... warm in here."
"Hmm." She didn't look convinced. "As I was saying, about the future—"
"Mum, I need to tell you something." Jamie interrupted, suddenly decisive. "Marcus and I are a couple and you know that we are. I'm not going to date Sarah's daughter or anyone else's daughter because I'm gay and I'm in love with Marcus. We have a mortgage and we're only in our 20s. Because I'm grafting and he's grafting. But even if we weren't, it would be fine because we're in this together."
Andrea set down her fork. "There's no need to be dramatic, Jamie."
"I'm not being dramatic. I'm being clear."
His phone lit up one more time. He glanced at it automatically: Home now. Dean's gone. Come back and I'll show you the other videos while you suck me off x
Despite everything, Jamie smiled.
"What now?" Andrea asked, exasperated.
"Just Marcus. Saying that he loves me."
Andrea sighed. "Well. I suppose if you're happy..."
"I am. Incredibly happy."
"Then I suppose that's what matters. Though I still think you should meet Sarah's daughter. Just as friends."
Jamie laughed. "I'll think about it."
They finished lunch with safer topics: his brother's promotion, the weather, her book club. But Jamie's mind was already home, imagining Marcus spread out on their bed, phone in hand ready to show him every angle of what had happened with Dean while Jamie begged for details and proved just how much he'd enjoyed the impromptu show.
"I need to go," Jamie said quickly, kissing her cheek. "Thanks for lunch, Mum."
"Yes, well. Try to eat properly. And think about what I said."
But Jamie was already walking away, typing as he went: On my way. Don't shower. Want to taste him on you.
The response was immediate: Fuck. You should've filmed lunch with your mum too. Would've loved to watch you squirm.
Jamie grinned at the absurdity of it all.
His mum was right about one thing: his relationship with Marcus definitely wasn't conventional. But as he hurried home to his boyfriend who'd just fucked their friend specifically to wind him up during a maternal guilt trip, Jamie couldn't imagine wanting anything else.
Normal was overrated anyway.
