Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at said âfriendsâ, and she found herself questioning her sonâs sexuality all over again. She knew he was sleeping with Luka, but both he and Luka claimed Luka was with Marinette, and Perry also claimed he was dating the GirâŚBrielle.  And they had all apparently thought theyâd have the flat to themselves for the afternoon. Perry had been looking for a movie, butâŚ
ââŚMum, whatever youâre about to sayâŚâ Perry sighed, scrubbing at his face, ââŚIâm begging you. Donât.â
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Me, Sunday, high off Spring Break and a week away from work: "YEAH I'LL TOTALLY HAVE THIS SHITPOSTFIC READY TO GO UP WEDNESDAY!"
Me, Wednesday, crawling through the door and not even sure she's spelling 'Wednesday' right anymore serious does that word look weird to anyone else: "...blegh here's the rest of that scene fic'll happen when it happens."
âOh my God, this is amazing.â
Sheila King froze outside her sonâs bedroom door. Her sonâs closed bedroom door. The laundry basket on her hip was completely forgotten as she heard said son moan. And then his best mate ask in a raspy voice: ââŚwhat if we tried it like this?â
She turned towards the door, eyes wide, as a moment of silence passed. She slowly approached the door, her hand reaching for the knob, and froze again when Perry started gagging.
âN-nah, mate,â he coughed, gasping. âTooâŚtoo much.â
âI love it,â Luka answered, his voice low and sounding like he was lost inâŚahem.
Sheilaâs hand returned to her laundry basket, her face burning as she realized what exactly was going on behind that door. She pivoted away from the door and continued on her way to her own bedroom, ready to put the folded washing away. And blast the first CD she could find. To give her son and his friend (boyfriend, boyfriend, they were finally boyfriends!) the privacy they deserved.
She closed her door a little louder than she probably could have, if for no other reason than to (hopefully) bring their attention to the fact that they were no longer alone.
She was halfway through putting her basket away when she heard Perryâs door open and voices retreating down the hall. She pursed her lips as she considered the small stain on the breast of her husbandâs tan cardigan that she could never seem to get out. As happy as she was for Perry and Luka â she had been expecting this day for years â that had seemed awfullyâŚquick. Perhaps she hadâŚahemâŚruined the mood by slamming the door? Maybe neither had been comfortable continuing with her just down the hall. Or maybeâŚoh, goodness. Had the condom broke? Had they run out?
âŚoh, dear. She knew they were both boys â young men â and didnât have to worry about pregnancy, but just because Luka couldnât get Perry pregnant (âŚor vice-versa, Luka might enjoy bottoming, she didnât judge!) they should still be using condoms. They knew to use condoms, right?
It had just occurred to her that Peregrine had had the sex talk with their son, not her, and he was soâŚwhat with how he was raisedâŚwell. She just wasnât sure his sex talk had included the gay sex talk, is all. She had never thought to confirm that with him, even after Perry and Luka had started spending so much time together.
When she heard Perry coming back up the hall a few minutes later (alone, so she assumed Luka had gone home), she dropped the cardigan she was still fiddling with and rushed towards the door.
âPerry, sweetie, can we talk?â she asked, catching him right as he was about to go into his room. He paused, a hand on his knobâŚon the door, and blinked at her. He didnât look embarrassed at all, thank goodness. Just confused.
âSure, Mum,â he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking over to her. âWhatâs up?â
She took a breath and pressed her hands together. If she was a particularly religious woman, it would look like she was praying. She put her fingertips to her lips, her thumbs beneath her chin, and leveled her beloved son with a Look.
âŚSheila King had never been the best at giving Looks, not like Anarka Couffaine â or even Juleka Couffaine â was, so she wasnât terribly surprised when Perryâs expression remainedâŚsomewhat blank.
âI heard Luka was here,â she finally said, slowly. Perry blinked at her, his expression still mostly blank. âWith you.â
ââŚyeah?â Perry said, nodding. Sheila swallowed. Oh, dear. He was going to make her spell it out for him, wasnât he?
âIn your room,â she continued, inclining her head towards him. âAlone.â
ââŚer, yeah?â Perry said again, drawing the word out as he nodded. âWeâre alone in my room all the time, Mum. Youâve never been weird about it before. Itâs just Luka.â
âWell, yes, sweetie, I know itâs just Luka, but thatâs theâŚnot problem! Itâs not a problem â not at all!â she said, waving her hands as Perryâs eyebrows rose and his mouth dropped open. Oh, thank goodness. He seemed to be getting it. âIâm very happy for you both â you know I adore Luka! Itâs justâŚwellâŚI donât want to pry, Perry, butâŚhe seemed to leave in a bit of a hurry.â
âEr, yeah,â he said, nodding. âMarinette texted him. Something about her dad getting a flat and not being able to pick her up. And itâs raining, soâŚyou know he wouldnât just leave her stranded.â
âI know, I know, heâs a good boy,â she said, nodding. âMan! A good man. A nice, good, proper, young man. Always there to help a friend.â
Perry snorted and muttered something she didnât quite catch. She pushed out a breath and barreled on.
âIâm sorry, sweetie. I know this is awkward, talking about such things with your mum, itâs justâŚI love you and want to make sure youâre being safe,â she said. He froze, his eyes bugging open as his jaw dropped.
ââŚabout what?â he asked after a moment, shaking his head.
âAbout Luka, sweetie,â she said, taking the few steps down the hall to reach him. She grasped his hands and squeezed, smiling reassuringly at him. âI know. You two are young and in love â itâs natural. Normal. Expected. I donât mind at all, Perry â sex is beautiful. Just promise me youâre being safe. You are using condoms, right?â
ââŚfucking what?â Perry squawked, his eyes getting so large she was afraid theyâd pop right out of his head. She pursed her lips and squeezed his hands.
âFor the sex,â she said, nodding towards his door. âThat you and Luka are having. You are being safe, right, Perry?â
âWhenâŚwhen wereâŚLuka and I wereâŚfucking what?â he spluttered, shaking his head. His eyes were still impossibly wide, his pupils so small all she could see was the beautiful brown heâd inherited from her.
âOh, donât be so shy, Perry â I told you Iâm not mad! Itâs normal!â she sighed, swinging their hands between them. âI heard you two just now, before he had to leave!â
She leaned in and smiled, giving him a conspiratorial wink.
âI think that Marinette girl owes you two a date night,â she said. She jumped as Perry ripped his hands away from her, shuddering.
âMum, no! God, no! No, no, no!â he said, shaking his head. âWe werenâtâŚLukaâs my mate! I love him to death, but not enough to fuck him!â
âPerry, language!â she scolded, and he groaned as he rubbed at his face. âAnd what do you mean you werenât? I heard you! Talking aboutâŚthings!â
âAbout the hummus, Mum!â Perry cried. She blinked, pausing as she processed what heâd said. HummusâŚ? âWe were just noodling â not like that, Mum, itâs a music thing â and we got hungry, and Lukaâs never had hummus before, so we were eating hummus! Not each other! I meanâŚshit!â
His face was turning as red as his shorts.
âButâŚyou said he was too muchâŚâ she said, shaking her head. âAnd then you started coughing, likeâŚâ
His face was redder than his shorts now. He whirled around and stormed into his room, leaving the door wide open behind him. His bed certainly didnât look like theyâd beenâŚup to anythingâŚand a moment later he was storming back out, a container of hummus in one hand and a tin of diced chiles in the other.
âBecause Lulu is fucking weird and likes to put actual fire in his mouth,â Perry grumped, waving the tin at her, âand I am apparently a wimp that canât.â
ââŚoh, you actually were eating hummusâŚâ she said, her face growing warm as he glared at her. She bit her lip and studied his face. He looked embarrassed, and maybe a little angry, but he didnât look like he was lying to herâŚÂ âSweetie, are you sure thatâsâŚall you were doing? You both soundedâŚâ
âOh my God, Mum, he has a girlfriend! I have a girlfriend!â he cried, throwing his hands above his head and dropping the containers heâd been holding. âWho has so far given me no reason to need condoms, but yes, when she does Iâm sure weâll use plenty! God!â
He whirled around and stalked back into his room, slamming the door behind him.
Sheila frowned and bent to pick up the hummus and chiles. She knew what Perry had said, and yetâŚ
I was gonna save this for WIP Wednesday, but at the rate this fic is going I might actually be posting it Wednesday. đ So I guess Dingka is happening? Lingo? Lukgo? Blue Shades? Dumb & Dumber? đ
âOh my God, this is amazing.â
Sheila King froze outside her sonâs bedroom door. Her sonâs closed bedroom door.  The laundry basket on her hip was completely forgotten as she heard said son moan.  And then his best mate ask in a raspy voice: ââŚwhat if we tried it like this?â
She turned towards the door, eyes wide, as a moment of silence passed. Â She slowly approached the door, her hand reaching for the knob, and froze again when Perry started gagging.
âN-nah, mate,â he coughed, gasping.  âTooâŚtoo much.â
âI love it,â Luka answered, his voice low and sounding like he was lost inâŚahem.
Sheilaâs hand returned to her laundry basket, her face burning as she realized what exactly was going on behind that door. Â She pivoted away from the door and continued on her way to her own bedroom, ready to put the folded washing away. Â And blast the first CD she could find. Â To give her son and his friend (boyfriend, boyfriend, they were finally boyfriends!) the privacy they deserved.