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Nova’s POV The attorney sits across from us in a shiny office building. This isn’t his office but that of an affiliate of his in New York. He works out of Boston, normally. “Your 25th birthday was yesterday, Mr. Riordan, am I correct?” “Ummm… just call me Ambrose, sir.” Ambrose squeezes my hand. “I need you both to come with me to my office in Boston immediately so that we can sign all the necessary papers with all parties present. Your Uncle, Marcel will need to sign as well. Your, um, partner can come along if you choose.” The attorney says stiffly. A couple of hours later we are in a plush office in Boston and a man who has the same blond curls as Ambrose and looks much like an older, more wealthy version of my man is walking in. He walks right up to Ambrose. “I am sorry, that I have not met you until now, I was not permitted the opportunity. I am a very private man since my divorce and work solely out of my home, so rarely go out in public, but have inquired
Shawn’s POV I am writing my own obituary. Yes, you heard that correctly. I sit at the little desk in my new bedroom and flip on the desk lamp in front of me. I am surrounded by boxes. My whole life boxed up and moved from Atlanta to Brooklyn and I am more than fine with that. In fact I donated or otherwise got rid of more than half of my belongings because they just would no longer be needed. I kept my collection of soccer balls.It was the only sport that I ever enjoyed or was good at and it was perfect that it is played all over the world since we have lived in so many different places over the years, moving to wherever my father has been stationed. Of course, where we lived in Atlanta I was often teased for not playing Football or Basketball, they were what most of the boys were into, but I never could get the taste for them. My father was the one who had pushed me to play sports, he had pushed me to walk straight and tall, lift my chin high, use a firm handshake and look ever
Nova’s Pov I stand in front of my new school, Abraham Lincoln High School in Brooklyn, NY. It is the first day of my senior year of high school. It has been just over a month since we moved to Brooklyn, and I have essentially killed off my past life letting go of everything from my past.well, almost everything. I still talk to Cassie weekly and text and email her as needed. She’s my bff and the only person from my past that knew the real me. I even had mom get me a new phone and phone number to match the fresh start that I am making. Looking around I am relieved to see some diversity here, other kids with colorful hair, one proudly displaying a rainbow flag on their backpack and giggling with a girl with an eyebrow ring and mischievous look on her face. Her short hair is dyed in shades of greens and blues.I also see a group of typical jocks and some preppy looking kids, and a small group smoking across the street with their bad boy , gang banger type vibes…okay, them I defin
Aldo’s POV “Dude, did you hear me?” Tom, my fellow Barista asks. I’m ina bit of a daze, or rather I’m hungover from partying with the guys after practice last night…the painkillers and coffee haven’t kicked in yet so my head is thumping. “Yeah, what was that again, man?” I grumble as I sip my second coffee of the day. I inhale the rich aroma of my coffee before catching a sweet new scent in the air…archidds, and something else, would be my guess…gosh I spend too much time with my mom and sisters, why was I the only dude in the family besides dad? My parents were told their chances of conceiving even with in vitro were slim to none…mom had had 3 miscarriages before adopting me and a few years later Cicely, then, BAM surprise mom got pregnant and managed to carry Sidney to term…so we are kind of a patchwork family, but that is cool with me. My birth parents died when I was 18 months old, and thankfully, the Reeds adopted me not long after. Mrs Reed had been my birth mom’s coll
Nova’s POV It’s finally Friday. I say “finally” because ever since Sidney invited me to see her adoptive brother perform I find myself excited about going out with friends as my true self, and without sneaking out at that! Also, having to hear Adia gush over her sexy coworker is getting on my nerves. My big sister can be so annoying when she likes a guy, but it sounds like this guy is playing it cool. She did go on and on about some flirty comments, but both baristas were throwing those at her according to what she was saying. It’s just a small coffee shop near her school, there are two full time baristas, two part timers other than herself and the manager. Today is her second day on the job and I plan on being out of here before she gets home from work. I glance at Shawn’s obituary that is plastered on the corner of my vanity mirror and apply my eyeliner and some lipstain. Before dabbing some watermelon lip gloss on full lips. The phone rings and any other day I would be thril
Aldo’s POV Throughout my set I couldn’t stop glancing at the violet haired beauty sitting next to my sister. I knew that it had to be her non-binary friend, Nova. I still have know idea what sex they are but I feel myself drawn to them like a moth drawn to a flame. It isn’t just their smooth, rich mocha skin,warm, chocolate eyes, high cheekbones or violet ringlets…it is something in their whole being. I notice every curl of their lip and the delicate way they sip their beverage with their eyes locked on me. Oh, to be that cup…pressed up to those full lips sweetly. I feel like a magnet is drawing me to them and for the first time ever I am excited to finish my set and get off stage just so that I can be closer to them. Sidney told me that they were beautiful and I had expected someone pretty but nothing could prepare me for their sheer magnetism. As soon as my set finished I made my way off stage and stowed my guitar in it’s case, leaving them in a secure backstage corner I q
Nova’s POV Even after Aldo said his goodbyes, giving us each a brief hug and whispering that he looks forward to seeing me again I felt like I was in a dream. Yes, he seemed to pull back and become a bit more reserved just before his friend showed up and I did not miss his friend calling our space “the Kiddie table”, but the way his lips brushed my ear and his seductive voice as he expressed his interest in seeing me again had my heart beating to a new rhythm all it’s own. I watched as the men went to a table at the back of the cafe where an angry looking brunette sat with her arms crossed. Aldo’s friend tried to kiss her and she pulled away scowling. I’m not sure what that is about, but not long after Aldo went backstage, then came out with a leather jacket and guitar case before leaving. “Nova? Are you even listening?” Chantelle chimes with a slightly impatient look on her face, but mischief in her eyes. Now that she has my attention she continues” We were just talking abou
Aldo’s POV Aiden and Candace have been fighting since last night. I don’t know what it is about, but just a minute ago she threw his engagement ring across the living room and it nearly hit me on my path to the kitchen. I am staying out of this shit. After my gigs on Friday nights we usually go out, but they kept arguing and I decided to just shut myself in my room and put my noise canceling headphones on and perseverate over the night’s events while listening to my favorite playlist. My music taste is fairly eclectic, which is great if you are a musician, you can take inspiration from many genres. Eventually sleep found me and my dreams featured a certain violet haired beauty. I probably shouldn’t admit this but even without knowing what sex they are the dreams were rather steamy and woke up with a situation I hadn’t had since highschool. It had been ages since I had a wet dream, but the sticky mess on my borders is evidence of where my dreams had gone. I’ve been doing all of m
Nova’s POV The attorney sits across from us in a shiny office building. This isn’t his office but that of an affiliate of his in New York. He works out of Boston, normally. “Your 25th birthday was yesterday, Mr. Riordan, am I correct?” “Ummm… just call me Ambrose, sir.” Ambrose squeezes my hand. “I need you both to come with me to my office in Boston immediately so that we can sign all the necessary papers with all parties present. Your Uncle, Marcel will need to sign as well. Your, um, partner can come along if you choose.” The attorney says stiffly. A couple of hours later we are in a plush office in Boston and a man who has the same blond curls as Ambrose and looks much like an older, more wealthy version of my man is walking in. He walks right up to Ambrose. “I am sorry, that I have not met you until now, I was not permitted the opportunity. I am a very private man since my divorce and work solely out of my home, so rarely go out in public, but have inquired
Ambrose’s POV It’s cliche as all fuck that I was born on the fourth of July, so I usually try to ignore that fact. The last couple of weeks, with all the pride events and all the unconventional ways and places Nova and I found to get some sex in it has been wild. Getting a blowjob in front of everyone was never something that I had imagined, yet spirits were high and most of the people around us were drunk. Cade dared Nova so they squatted down on their platforms and gave me a mind-numbing orgasm on a party bus. Yeah, that was one thing I never thought would happen, the funny part was when I insisted on reciprocating and dove under Nova’s skirt, pulling their panties off and everyone saw me deepthroat their beautiful cock. I took pride in that moment, I didn’t even choke once. Practice does make perfect! I’m just happy that Cade and Christophe were either drunk enough not to remember or smart enough not to bring it up again. This is Nova and Cassie’s first summer in Brookly
Chapter 78: PrideNova’s POV I am writing on Ambrose’s ass with a tatoo marker. It’ll wash off in a couple days, but for now block letters read ‘PROPERTY OF’ with my signature “Nova’ in a large, scrolly font and a little heart on the tale of the ‘a’. I am going to add glitter after it dries but for now I am taking a picture and admiring Ambrose’s ass as he is leaned over the desk, being obedient. I text it to Candy and lean over and giggle “See how pretty your ass looks with my name on it? I am going to add glitter once it is dry, but I don’t want to smudge it.” There is a knock at the door and I open it cautiously. “I want to see this in person! OOh, Nice ass, sweet cheeks!” Remembering that my bottoms expose my ass quite a bit and that I had turned my back to Candy I recognize the nickname that often uses for me, but Ambrose turns his head trying to figure out if it’s my ass or his being talked about.”Yours is nice to, Blondie! However, your fiance’s ass I could bounce a qua
Ambrose’s POV It has been about a week and a half since Nova and I got engaged and every moment feels like a dream. Looking at my finger or Nova reasures me that this is my reality. It is hard to believe that they actually said ‘yes’ and not only that but they had planned to propose to me at the same moment that I surprised them with my proposal. Tomorrow night Mariposa is having their Pride kickoff performance. They plan on getting a headstart since most clubs are doing their kickoff parties on friday or Sarurday. Mariposa has two weeks of events planned for pride rather than the typical one week. Really, the whol month of June is pride month and everything is decorated in flags, but the themed parties and special events typically focus around the week that the parade happens on. I am just taking the microphone at my Tuesday night gig. “So, normally I don’t promote any other places when I am on stage for a gig, but for anyone interested in a hot Pride Party, Mariposa in
Nova’s POV I woke up early to straighten my hair and get dressed. Graduation went as expected except for the part where my Abulita wanted to fight someone and Ambrose was getting glared at while waiting for me. Angel’s surprise for me was awesome. I didn’t expect graduation gifts from anyone I work with at the club. I notice Kari and Ambrose talking as I cut the cake and am happy to see them both laughing and shaking each other’s hands. “Kari, would you like a piece of cake?” I ask. “Sure, I’ll be right over!” She smiles at me at pats Ambrose’s shoulder. “ Here you go. I am glad to see the two of you getting along. I know it’s not really easy for either of you.” I grin sweetly. I cut a big piece last and grab Ambrose making him sit. I sit on his lap and feed him some of the cake between taking bites of my own. “Do you like feeding me, like this?” “Yes! It’s kind of fun, but don’t get too used to it.”I smirk.”The novelty of it will wear off if
Ambrose’s POV I was more than thrilled to see Nova and Cade. That Kimi girl that I dated for about two weeks two years ago had come in just a bit before and was trying hard to get me to take her back. I told her I was taken and she told me she had heard that I was with a boy who looks like a girl. I am not sure where she heard that bullshit, but it did fuel my overly sexual talks with Nova and the extra seductive looks I was giving them. I am always happy to see my babe and I am always flirty and up for some snuggling or sex, but I am not usually as vocal about it in public. Usually I whisper something privately or try to keep it to myself. Adia had witnessed the bull shit and was pissed and ready to punch Kimi so I had sent her into the back room to get more ice for the iced coffees in hopes that it would help her cool off a bit. When she saw Nova and I together she also played up her reaction. I can’t believe that Nova is having me wear next to nothing on stage for that ultra se
Nova’s POV Since we finished classes up, you would think that the week after prom would be chill, but no. Prom was Thursday Night, We got home around 4am and played and fucked for over an hour. The sex was incredible thanks to the fact that we have gotten to really know each other’s wants, needs and likes and the fact that I edged myself one to three times a day all week in prep, not cumming once, made for some explosive and intense orgasms for both of us, we edged each other a bit, then when I first came I couldn’t stop gyrating, shaking and cumming more. My semen leaking out of Ambrose’s ass looked so sexy and I hadn’t expected to still be hard and ready to cum again, but when Ambrose came inside me it triggered an intense spasming orgasm and my load shot out of me hitting the mirror. Aiden gave us shit for waking him up before his alarm clock and we laughed before snuggling some more and sleeping for a few hours. We watched the videos and looked at the pictures together
Ambrose’s POV I had thought to order both the corsage and boutonniere ahead of time and told Ana as much, but didn’t let Nova know. I love surprising them. I have some idea as to at least one color that they will be wearing. I had to have Aiden lace and tie my corset and he snickered at the whole look telling me it’s hard to believe it took so long to sort out how queer I am. These days I have spent more time on my looks than I had for many years, but I love the way I look now and I love surprising Nova with new looks and sexy touches. Shopping with them has taught me where I can find stylish shoes that are masculine, feminine and somewhere in between. I have more than doubled my shoe collection and bought 5 pairs just to be sure that I had just the right ones for tonight. I know, that is very gay of me! So I guess that I am far more into fashion than I had realized, but I want to look my best and make my gorgeous fashion forward lover proud of me. I learned the hard way that leani
Nova’s POV For the last nearly six months things have been great! Ambrose and I essentially stick to our routines with variations as needed. I got accepted to the performing arts school and our performance of Rent was a huge hit. I killed it as Angel and Grace was an amazing Mimi. I have read another 4 of Ambrose’s old poetry books and started helping him make some of the poems into songs. Now, it’s prom night and the “girls” are getting ready at my place. Sid’s long hair is pulled into a french twist , curled so that a cascade of curls flows from the top of the twist down to her shoulders and upper back. That girl has a ton of hair! She is going with Neville, but chose a tuxedo, sort of. Really, her tuxedo, shirt, bow tie and jacket are the most masculine part of the style, she has an underbust corset and wide legged pinstripe trousers with a pair of Doc Martens. Her style and mine are similar, although I am wearing a vintage turkish jacket instead of a tuxedo jacket, platform h