About Your Plant...
“I’m sorry to tell
you this, but...”
At the hesitation
coming across the phone, Grant leaned against a column by the gate for his
flight. He tried to keep out of the way of the hustle and bustle, but listened
to announcements. He would board soon after the business class and families
were finished. While he listened to his boyfriend, Brayden, he tried to ignore
the noise and craziness around him.
Brayden didn’t
often hesitate over anything. It wasn’t part of his make-up. Grant swore his
honey had some form of hyperactivity, which caused Brayden to be on the
constant move, especially when he woke up way too early in the morning. No
matter what, he wouldn’t trade Brayden in for anything else.
Still, this
hesitation didn’t bode well for the rest of the incoming statement.
Grant shoved
fingers through his hair and let out a long sigh. “What mischief, mayhem, or
catastrophe did you cause now, baby?”
“Spideyturnedallbrownandcommittedplantsuicide,”
Brayden said, running the words real quick together. He let out a long ‘whew’.
“Got it all out. Thank Gawd! I was...”
“Whoa. Whoa. Back
up a moment,” Grant said and rubbed the back of his neck. He thought he heard
everything, but wasn't quite sure what Brayden said. He checked out the
boarding procedures and knew there would be time to get through this
conversation.
“To what point?”
As he pinched the
bridge of his nose between forefingers, Grant heard the high-pitched, childish
tone in his lover’s voice. He could easily imagine the look on the gorgeous,
youthful face of his baby, those big pale blue eyes would be wide-open wide and
surrounded with lush black lashes to match the artfully designed and gelled
layers of thick hair, and the tip of his tongue poked out one corner. From experience,
Brayden would either shift or dance from one foot to the other. His baby never
could stay still, except after Grant aroused then satiated him in bed until he
fell asleep exhausted beyond belief.
“What happened to
Spidey?” he asked about the bushy spider plant growing in the kitchen. He
nurtured it from a cutting of his mother’s plant. It was a type of
long-distance connection to his parents.
Upon seeing it and
learning the name of the plant, Brayden gave it the nickname of ‘Spidey.’ It
stuck.
“Everything you wrote
down in the note and told me, Grant. I watered, fed, gave Spidey sun, and I
even sang to it! I even turned him around so all sides could get fresh sunlight
from the window.”
A laugh turned
into a cough as Grant tried to hide his amusement behind a stern front. Then he
Grant listened to his lover’s explanation about how the plant when from green
and thriving when he left for his week-long conference to yellow, brown and
withered.
“I told you I
don’t have a green thumb! I kill any growing thing I come near,” Brayden
pleaded.
“What else did you
do to the plant?”
“Everything on the
list like you told me.”
“Did you open the
windows?”
“Umm…” There was
more hesitation. “Yeah, there was a nice chill in the air so I opened the
windows.”
“Including the one
in the kitchen by Spidey?”
“Yup.”
“Did you move
Spidey away from the window when you opened it?”
“Nope.”
That was the
kicker. Spider plants don’t always like a chilly breeze. Still, Grant didn’t
dare tell his baby he did something wrong.
“Why do you ask?”
“No reason, baby,
was just checking on any other possibilities other than you swearing you have a
death thumb with plants.”
“Are you sure?”
“I'm sure. Did you
deliberately wait to tell me this just before I’m about to board a plane so I
couldn’t yell at you for killing my plant?”
“Mebbe?”
“Oh, baby,” Grant
said and chuckled. “It’s a plant. That’s all. I can get another.”
“But... It was a
baby of your mama’s plant! It meant something to you. And I killed it!” Brayden
said, almost finished with a desperate cry-whine of agony.
Grant chuckled at
the over-the-top dramatics. He wondered if Brayden even threw himself down onto
the nearest piece of furniture. He wouldn’t put it pass his baby.
“I let you down. I
let Spidey down. This is why we can’t get a pet. Imagine what I would do to a
poor defenseless little animal?”
“You would love,
hug, and dance with it, baby. You would let our pet climb all over you...”
“Umm. Eww! Hair
and slobber on MY clothes? Umm, no, someone needs to keep up our appearances
and reps as a fab-uuuuu-lous dresser in this duo.”
Grant hooted with
laughter.
“Am I forgiven?”
“I don’t know. Let
me think about this,” Grant said, holding the teasing tone out of his voice
knowing it would drive Brayden up a wall.
“Grant! Don’t do
this to me. What if I bribe you with the most fantastic, longest and best ever
blowjob in the entire city of Orlando?”
“I don’t know. I
already get that from my boyfriend every night.”
Brayden let out
his sweet laughter over the phone and it went right down Grant’s spine to his
cock. “Yes, you do, and it better only be from ME! I’m possessive about my
man.” He let out a soft sigh. “It’s been a long week. I’m so lonely. I can’t
sleep alone in our bed.”
“I’ll say, too
damn long. I couldn’t sleep in the hotel without you,” Grant agreed, shoving a
hand through his hair.
“You’ll be home
soon. A short flight home and you’ll be in my arms.”
“Are you going to
remember to be at the airport? Have all the flight information? I texted you
the confirmation this morning,” Grant said, loving Brayden’s exuberance and
issue with forgetting daily tasks – like watering a plant – when he’s deep in a
wedding planning project.
“Yes, I have
everything and will be waiting with anxious breath to see you walk down the
long hallway. I do know how to run a business and get to places.”
“With a few extra
reminders on occasion,” Grant teased.
Brayden huffed. “What
about the plant’s suicide?”
“It’s okay, baby,
but I need you to do something with Spidey before you toss it out.”
“Umm...”
“Am I too late?
Did you toss it?”
There was no
answer from Brayden, but Grant knew. He shoved another hand through his brown
curls and scratched his chin.
“No big deal. Mom
can send me a fresh clipping or I’ll pick one out at the garden shop.”
“Sorry?” Brayden
said in a pipsqueak pleading tone known to soothe Grant’s ruffled temper.
Grant turned to
look at the gate when he heard the flight attendants call for his section to
board. “Babe, I gotta go. They’re boarding my area. We’ll discuss plant care
again, when I get home.”
“Would it help if
I mentioned I got two extra-large tubes of new flavored lubes and a really
thick delicious toy?”
Grant groaned.
Chuckling with
pure madness, Brayden sent him kisses and hung up.
“Devilish brat did
it deliberately,” Grant said as he shut down the phone for the flight and
shoved it in his pocket. He used his backpack as cover to rearrange his swollen
waiting cock. “I’ll definitely make him pay for that one.” Still uncomfortable
in his khakis, he swung the backpack over a shoulder, grabbed the handle of his
suitcase, and joined others in the line to board the full flight home.
***
Two and half hours
later, Grant exited the breezeway with the other departing passengers and
looked around the opened area of the concourse at Orlando International. There
was no familiar black head and bouncing slender body decked out the latest
fashionable outfit anywhere.
Even with the
reminders, Grant couldn’t believe Brayden would forget to meet him. Stranded
unless he wanted to take a taxi, he found himself steamed at Brayden’s playful
forgetfulness. This went too far.
Yanking his phone from the pocket, he pressed the button to call his lover.
“I’m here! I’m
here! Running late, where are you?” Brayden answered in a breathless tone.
“I’m waiting for
you. I can’t believe you forgot—”
“I didn’t. I
didn’t. Had to finish a special errand...”
Grant moved the
phone when Brayden squealed over the phone and heard it echoing in the airport.
He saw Brayden running from the escalator and down the middle to where he
waited by the large flight boards. He braced himself when Brayden slammed into
him, skinny arms draped in cashmere wrapped around his neck, as his lover
hopped and wrapped his legs around Grant’s hips.
“Holy crap!” he
murmured before Brayden’s lips crushed against his stunned mouth in a
desperate, passion filled kiss. He enclosed the skinny frame in his arms and
kissed his lover in return. After a week, the smell, taste and sight of his
lover excited him.
“Ahh, I missed
you. Missed you,” Brayden said, pressed more kisses around Grant’s face before
he dropped back on his feet. “Can’t stand a week apart. It’s horrible.”
Capturing
Brayden’s runaway mouth in another kiss, Grant knew it was the only way to shut
him up at times like this. He heard Brayden’s moan as he leaned harder against
him. He felt the smooth manicure on Brayden’s fingers slide against his cheeks
and scalp as his lover moved to cling to his curls.
Giggling, Brayden
hugged him and stared at him. “About your plant…”
Grant lifted an
eyebrow as he leaned back. “What about it?”
“It had babies! I
called your mama and she told me how to rescue the babies, even with my fickle
fingers and living things. We have Spidey back! Well, Spidey Junior,” Brayden
said with a wicked, mercurial grin.
With gales of
laughter, realizing this was the reason behind why Brayden was late, Grant
hugged his precocious lover closer and nuzzled his neck. “About those new
lubes, toy, and mention of the longest blow job...” he murmured into Brayden’s
ear while they left the airport. His laughter continued as Grant began to draw
out his personal promise to make Brayden flush, squirm, and wiggle with sensual
pleasure for the death and rebirth of Spidey.
