Momma's Boy Ch. 02

"Uuuhhhh... Coffee or tea or...?" Duncan watched the kid skitter with unease.

"Well... Only if you are having some."

"I don't drink coffee." Bijou looked even more uneasy, poor thing.

"I'm good then." Duncan absentmindedly wondered where the special connection between them disappeared. Had it all been just sexual chemistry? Of course it wasn't ideal to meet the kid at his mum's place with his younger sister's presence, but Duncan was willing to neglect those hinders just to see Bijou. That had to count! The boy had popped on his mind almost every hour he'd been awake. He just had to get to know him better, find out why the kid made him tic like no-one in a long, long time. Yes, Bijou was fresh and -- uh -- un-corrupted, at least as far as Duncan knew about it. But there had been more in their conversations than just that: Bijou was unlike ANYONE Duncan knew.

"I'm terribly sorry about tonight, I'm such an idiot for forgetting that I had promised to babysit Sara." Bijou's eyes were pleading, his expression almost pained. Duncan could easily remember how hard it was to be that inexperienced. He decided not to let it bother him too much, not while the kid was so cute grinning nervously like that.

"Forget about it, 'k? We'll just have a nice evening here, maybe watch a movie and chat some? I don't mind if we go out some other time -- like actually get you out of home, that is."

The kid blushed, that was almost too adorable. Duncan wanted to jump him, push him down on the couch and just squeeze him tight until Bijou would relax and enjoy himself. But that wasn't an option with the twelve year old Sara in the next room playing Xbox.

"We could do that, yes. Hmm... You haven't eaten, right? We were supposed to have dinner... Why don't I go and make us sandwiches or something?" Bijou brushed his hands on his jeans nervously, making Duncan wince. The boy looked so good tonight! Not that he hadn't been edible earlier, but this time he had made an effort for the evening.

Bijou's dark blond curls were tousled up with gel; he had a snuggly fitting gray button shirt on with a cute multi-color parrot logo on the front, a purple undershirt showed from under the generously open collar. The faded jeans he wore were loose and hung so low that Duncan could almost picture the pale tender skin above the waistband, the skin above the... He wanted to lift the kid's shirts up and lick the route down from his navel to the yummy thing hidden in those jeans.

Bijou sifted his weight from one foot to the other, obviously aware of Duncan's hungry scrutiny.

"Duncan? Sandwiches ok?"

Duncan's stomach responded with a loud 'yes!' and the kid's idea suddenly seemed great. "Could I help?" Duncan let a raspy sexiness appear into his voice. Even if they stayed 'home' all evening, there was no point in not making the most of it. Not really the kind of first date Duncan would have expected, but at least he could spend time with the boy. Bijou was skittering again... Maybe this evening would turn out well after all?

*

Bijou tentatively leaned his back against the couch, his arm in close contact with Duncan's. Bijou wanted to snuggle even closer, but he didn't want to spoil the relaxed atmosphere that had landed on them while they'd made and eaten supper together. Sara took her sandwiches in her room, but not before teasing her big brother. She also had ogled Duncan wide-eyed at first then decided that she liked him, bombarding him with twenty questions. Like Bijou, she was very interested in Duncan's tattoos.

Now, on the couch, alone in the living room with Cliffhanger running Bijou felt more comfortable next to the older guy. He felt much smaller too! Duncan obviously took care of his physique: his upper arms were impressive large yet not too wide. Duncan had muscles to die for, but he was not a bodybuilder-type. Bijou had never been keen on sports; he'd rather spend his time with his books and drawings.

As Duncan moved his arm around him, Bijou fought off a shudder. Tentatively he leaned his head on it. Bijou wanted so much to put his hand on the man's muscular thigh, but he was afraid he'd leave a wet mark on his fitted trousers with his sweaty palm. With the corner of his eye Bijou could register that Duncan was actually watching him instead of the Renny Harlin movie. Taking a deep breath, Bijou finally lifted his gaze to connect with Duncan's.

'Oh dear God...' Bijou's mouth watered and his dick responded immediately as he saw just how hungrily Duncan was looking at him. Then the slow movement below Duncan's belt caught his eye: Duncan's thumb was caressing lightly the promising bulge in his lap.

"Duncan," he whispered, licking his suddenly dry lips. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to decide, whether I should kiss you now or later." Duncan's voice was a low growl that made Bijou's blood rush to his crotch.

"Now, please..."

The man lowered his face to level with Bijou's, but his lips were still 'oh so far away' in the kid's mind. His heart was pounding and he was sure that Duncan could hear it by the way the man grinned wickedly at him. Bijou's eyes wandered first to his plump lips, but then his eyes caught something behind the man's ear.

"What kind of tattoo is that?" He couldn't help it, he loved art in all its forms and the man was a living canvas.

"Duncan's hand followed Bijou's gaze and touched the back of his neck. "Oh, this?" he husked looking absentminded. "It is my first ink." Duncan moved his collar to offer a better view. A delicate form the size of an index finger with soft pastel colors came to sight -- nothing macho about it.

Bijou saw first the strong muscles of the guy's neck then he zeroed in on the image. "Oh, a sea horse!"

"I wanted to be a marine biologist when I was growing up."

"What happened?" Bijou was so curious with the guy.

"Life happened. First Garret was born then I had to enlist to support him and his mum." Duncan ended his sentence with a kiss, totally surprising Bijou.

"Ungh!" Bijou wanted to ask more, but the kiss blew all thoughts out of his mind. If kissing felt this good with Duncan, how would it feel to...? The soft lips pecked his, the tongue nudged lightly to gain entrance in Bijou's mouth. Bijou's breathing grew rapid against the older guy's lips and his cheeks flushed with arousal. Duncan's kiss felt so good!

Then it was over.

"So, what about you? You live with your mum and sis, right?"

'Not again!' Just when Bijou was really getting into the kiss, the guy that made him burn started talking again.

"Well, yes. My papa moved back to France ten years ago."

"I'm sorry." Duncan looked sad and his eyes were full of emotion.

"It's really ok. We are doing fine. I help mum as much as I can. With her working hours I've been almost a stay home brother for Sara over the years. When she got older, it got easier. Lately I've had much more freedom. Soon, they'll have to learn to live by themselves."

"They will. So, you're half French?"

"Umm." Bijou felt uneasy with the sudden seriousness that had landed between them, so decided to try and distract Duncan with his tongue. He pressed his mouth below the guy's ear, breathing in his delicious scent. 'Oh yes!'

"Bijou..."

The erotic way the guy said his name made all sorts of funny things happen in Bijou's body.

*

The boy tasted so good! Like the raspberry flavored tea that they had just had... Duncan was nervous about how easy it was to open up to the kid; it took usually more than a few dates to talk about himself. The boy was just so innocent and caring that he instinctively responded with his heart wide open before his brain got through. Bijou was a responsible kid; he looked after his mum and sis. That was a big deal. Duncan was both impressed and sad for him. He had felt that the kid had gotten a bit defensive when he had started asking questions of his own, so he had let them be traded with the sweet kisses Bijou had offered.

Kissing the kid was like being his age again. 'Just kissing, nothing more', he had to remind himself almost immediately. Sara was in her room upstairs, but she could come down any minute. No matter how horny Duncan was, he didn't want to put Bijou through that embarrassment! Duncan knew what kind of monsters pre-teen sisters could be, he'd grown with three of them.

As the kiss deepened again Duncan stopped thinking and focused on feeling only. The boy felt so good, just right. Lean, tight and not overly muscular. Duncan had always preferred his men to be a bit smaller than him - though never with this much of an age gap.

"Bijou... Bijou... Bijou..." Duncan husked the boy's name against his lips before pulling back. "I could kiss you all evening... but let's watch the movie now, 'k?" Duncan had to use all his strength to keep his hands away from the kid.

The boy's body was all rigid and ready to go on, begging for one more touch. 'Oh, to be twenty again!'

The kid looked devastated, like someone had stolen his favorite toy. Duncan just leaned back and pulled Bijou tightly against his side, pushing the boy's head gently to rest on his chest. He let his fingers stay in Bijou's hair, straightening the curls and massaging his scalp. The kid let out pleased whimpers and relaxed his body again. Duncan sighed with content. Maybe he could steal a kiss or two later. If he dared...

*

After the movie ended, Bijou tip-toed to Sara's room and found her sleeping on one of her extra-large cushions. She looked like a little angel instead of the devil she had acted earlier in the kitchen. Bijou still blushed as he remembered all the questions the brat had made.

"Good night, Sis," he said silently, shut the light and pulled the door closed.

Bijou walked back to Duncan with more self-conscious steps as he noticed the man looking at him. Bijou tried to swing his hips some, just a little bit, but when he felt he must have looked foolish, he went back on just walking like he used to. Though, now that he paid attention on the manner he usually walked, that must have looked ridiculous too. Did he always lift his knees up this high, like a horse?

Bijou forced a smile back to his lips and thought hard. The guy was acting all gentlemanly and everything, but maybe he really wanted more. Bijou knew he himself needed more!

"Hi," he tried a sultry tone, mimicking the one Duncan used on him.

The guy chuckled at him then hid his smile behind his hand. 'Oh no, not the desired effect!' Bijou mentally rolled his eyes to himself. He was hardly any seducer. He'd give up on even trying.

"Sit. Down." Duncan patted the place next to him. Bijou shifted his weight from one foot to another like he always did when he was nervous, should he make a move? Finally on a spur of courage, he did sit down; only he chose to sit on Duncan's lap, straddling the guy, forcing the air out of him.

"Oh, Bijou!

He immediately felt the guy respond on his weight against his crotch. The feeling of Duncan's cock coming to life made Bijou grin happily. 'This I could do...'

"Oh, God, Bijou..." Duncan still looked breathless. "What if your sister..."

Bijou shut him up with a kiss, pouring all his need and want in it. Studying the older man's lips with his tongue, the curve on his upper lip, the softness of the inside of his lower one, Bijou was in heaven. Grounding his hips against the man's under him, Bijou was ready to burst out of his jeans. He slid his hand between them and squeezed tight on Duncan's erection and hummed his approval against his mouth. Duncan felt so big, the heat from his cock even through the layers of clothing made Bijou's head spin.

"I want more..." Bijou panted.

Suddenly the living room was completely illuminated.

"Bijou!" Bijou barely registered a female voice in his aroused, flushed state. All that mattered to him was the wetness of Duncan's mouth against his.

The boy didn't even break the kiss or stop the rotation movements of his hips until Duncan pushed him away from his lap and on his feet.

"Mum!" Bijou was furious more than embarrassed. "You could have made your presence known."

"I did, you just didn't pay any attention." Bijou decided not to let her get to him, not this time - not when Duncan was still here.

"Hello Ma'am." Duncan walked over to his mum and offered his hand. "Call me Duncan."

Secretly Bijou was pleased to see how red the guy's lips were from their kisses; he tried to adjust himself as Duncan got a smile from his mum.

"Nice to meet you Duncan. You can call me Lucy. I expect we'll be seeing more of you then?" She was all polite, but hard as granite under the layer of sophistication.

"Mum! You can't ask that!" Bijou almost shouted before he managed to lower his voice again. God, why did she have to do that!

"Mum," a girl's voice made everyone turn around. Sara had woken up and walked in to hug her mum. "How was the party? Did Philip like the card I made him?"

"Yes, Hun, he loved it. We had fun." Lucy placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Bedtime for you." When she started to lead Sara back to her room, she turned around one more time to look at Bijou. "Bedtime for you too, Love."

Bijou felt a blush creeping on his cheeks again. "Duncan, I'm sorry... She is like that..." Bijou walked him towards the front door.

"I think she's cool. I can see where you get your character." Duncan's smile pulled a weight off Bijou's heart. 'Did he mean it? Could he possibly understand?'

"I am an adult, you know."

"Yeah, I know."

"It's just my mum..."

"Yeah."

"Ok."

Bijou was suddenly pulled in on a kiss again -- then pushed away equally suddenly. He was left with his lips pouting for more kisses as Duncan moved towards the door.

"G'night, Bijou. I'll call you."

'Oij...' Bijou was positive that after how the evening ended, Duncan's call was not going to happen. He just wanted to strangle his mum.

*

He'd promised to call the kid. That had been a mistake.

Duncan had decided that he was not going to call Bijou again. The kid was still living home. He was too young. Too inexperienced. He had felt ancient when he'd driven home. He hadn't even been on a mood for a jerk off session as he thought how complicated things could turn if he kept seeing Bijou.

He hadn't slept all night and when Sunday morning came, he walked to his kitchen, made a pot of coffee, sat down and drank it while reading his paper. He did everything he normally did. He walked Rufus, his Labrador-mix, he even baked garlic bread.

By noon he was going crazy. He just had to call the kid. His mind was racing how hurt Bijou would feel. How he only wanted to see the kid smile, how he wanted to hear those cute whimpers again. How he wanted to corrupt his innocence... Duncan wasn't going to make the call.

He made lunch instead, asked his next door neighbor to play a round of ball with him on his back yard, walked the dog again then sat down on his patio. Hell, he nearly started smoking again too, so strong was his urge to call the kid.

Finally, he pulled his IPhone out of his pocket and searched Bijou's number.

When Duncan was staring at the phone, it started to ring, surprising him so much that he lost his grip on it and it landed on the hard concrete going silent. "Fuck! Phones these days should not break this easily..." There went his new smartphone! He tried to bring life to his phone again -- failing. He cursed his bad luck and clumsiness. Duncan had caught a glimpse of who was calling though. It had been Bijou.

Now the kid would think he hadn't wanted to answer his call.

As his IPhone refused to re-start again, Duncan prayed his phone wasn't beyond repair. He'd have to wait until tomorrow to see if it could be fixed. That meant he wasn't able to call Bijou back.

"Fuck!"

*

Bijou mentally kicked himself for the millionth time for being over eager. 'Very mature, huh?' Duncan had shut his phone after the second ring and did not call back. Bijou felt like a fool now, a naïve fool. How could he even have thought that a man like Duncan would be interested with him, a momma's boy?

Bijou collected his sketchbook, his pencils and decided to go to the park to be alone with his thoughts. He couldn't deal with the questions mum and Sara made non-stop. They seemed excited about the prospect of him having his first boyfriend. Mum's excitement hid her worry; Bijou knew she wasn't totally comfortable with the changed situation. She had made carefully selected comments about Duncan; she'd praised his 'dashing' looks and politeness. Yet she'd made herself clear about worrying for Bijou's behalf. She was worried about the age difference.

Bijou didn't have a heart to tell them Duncan might not have seen him as a boyfriend material. He would have been ready to take whatever he could from the guy, but he also knew he should feel lucky that Duncan left him off the hook before he got too attached. Bijou already felt totally smitten, not just physically, but everything about Duncan made his heart pound a bit faster.

"Mum, I'm going to the park for a few hours. I'll be back when the daylight is gone."

"Ok, Hun." Lucy's head poked from the kitchen. "Remember to take the garbage out."

"Oh yeah." Bijou left his bag at the front door and returned to the kitchen to collect the plastic bags. "Bye." No matter how his mum was able to make his life difficult at times, Bijou could not help but love her anyways. As he left, he pecked a kiss on her forehead.

Bijou tried to maneuver the garbage bags into a bin, but just as he was putting the last one in, the plastic scraped against a protruding rock and the bottom broke. Bijou never cussed, not even now, but he really, really wanted to.

"Bijou, you need to clean that!"

"Mum, I know!"

"There is a visitor for you at the front door. You might want to come and see him."

"Huh?" Bijou couldn't follow who would be coming to see him on a Sunday evening. All of his closest friends were out of town at the moment, enjoying their last holiday weeks before college.

He quickly collected all the litters from the ground, winching his face at the smell of rotten food. He so hated spoiling his clothes, 'look what had happened now!' His jeans were stained with ketchup or something; he looked like he had butchered a stray cat. 'Oh, well.'

As he went around the house to the front door where he had left his sketching material to wait, he nearly had a heart attack. 'No, no, no, no!!!'

It was Duncan and he was browsing through Bijou's sketchbook with a sexy smile.