Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
He nods. “Being queer is different for everyone. I can’t tell you what or how you should feel, especially since I’m not bi, but whatever you do feel, it’s valid, and I’m willing to talk about it if you need to.”
I get mushy inside. “Why are you so sweet?”
He rolls his eyes. “Why are you such a dork?”
“Life is more fun this way. Fuck, my ankle is killing me.”
He immediately sets his things aside, places another chair in front of me, and helps me prop it up. “Do you want your meds?”
I haven’t been taking many pain pills. I don’t like that stuff. “Nah, I’m good. I just…are you okay with what we did?”
“Yes,” jumps out of his mouth rather quickly.
I grin.
“Asshole.” He flips me off, then sits again. “Earlier…you said next time. Do you want a next time?”
“Yes. Please. That’d be great.”
“I’m serious. This is big.”
“I’m serious too. We don’t have to, of course. I would never pressure you, and it won’t change things between us no matter what we decide. But I had fun. I’ve had a lot of sex, D, but none of it was like all my favorite things rolled into one, and that’s basically how what we did felt. I figure it’s because of how close we are and the excitement of being with a guy, but I’m down for continuing if you are. Plus, like I said, I want to explore this, and who better to do it with than you? We’re married, so it makes sense we would enjoy some of the benefits—other than medical coverage, I mean.”
Donovan snickers.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything we don’t want it to mean. We get to make the rules here. We can be best friends who get married and have sex if that’s what we want.”
“What if you decide you don’t want to do it anymore?”
“Then I tell you. That’s what makes this so good. We can be honest with each other, and it’s important that we are.”
“What if it messes up our friendship?” He looks away.
“Hey.” I hook my finger beneath his chin and turn his head my direction. “Impossible. Nothing could ever mess up how I feel about you, and I won’t let you change your mind about me. I’ll stalk you, tie you up, and give you all your favorite things until you change your mind.”
I manage to get another laugh out of him, and it makes me feel like a million bucks.
“You have to swear you’ll tell me if you’re not into it anymore, or if it’s too much, or if you’re worried about anything at all.”
“Deal.”
“Are you going to have sex with other people?”
“Fuck no. I would never do that to my husband.”
He sighs again. “That’s what worries me! That you’re sacrificing so much for my stupid idea.”
“I’m not sacrificing anything. I’m going to have lots of guy sex with you. It’ll be awesome.”
“Please be serious, Eric.”
Yeah, he’s right. I get it. Reaching over, I put my hand on his arm. “I don’t want to have sex with anyone else, but if I do, I’ll tell you, okay? How’s that?” He nods, and I continue, “But you have to tell me too.”
“That’s not going to happen, but sure. I’m done with men.”
“Um…”
“You know what I mean. You’re Eric. You don’t count.”
Funny how much I like the idea of not counting, of being different for him. “Awesome. This is going to be a blast. And no matter what, we’ll be okay, D. Nothing will ever change between us. I promise.”
“I’m holding you to that.”
I look out into his yard, wishing we were out in the sun rather than under his patio cover. “I’m surprised I don’t feel stickier. Our jizz was all over me.”
“I cleaned you off. You’ve always slept like the dead.”
“Aww. I love my husband. I’ll cook you dinner tonight as a thank-you.”
“We can cook together,” he suggests.
“How is that a thank-you, then?”
“Because I like doing things with you, and you’re giving me a life skill I’m still not very good at.”
“You, my friend, are definitely a terrible cook.”
He looks at me with a playful grin. “I guess it’s a good thing I have you.”
“The best thing.” It must be true because having Donovan in my life is the best thing for me as well.
*
My two favorite things about the past couple of weeks are: getting rid of my stupid fucking crutches so I can walk in my boot, and all the jerking and rubbing off on each other Donovan and I have been doing. I can’t keep my hands off him. I’ve never considered touching anyone’s dick, and now I’m always thinking about the feel of his hot, hard shaft against my palm.
I absolutely love jerking him off, and it’s amazing when he does it to me too, but my favorite thing is when we’re making out, one of us on top of the other and rutting like crazy until we shoot our loads. Sometimes I’ll just roll over in the middle of the night, and he automatically turns toward me, our lips meeting, hands on dicks, going at it like the horny sons of bitches we clearly are.