58
Courtland
"It totally slipped my mind. I am so sorry,"
Buzz says, scratching his arm, leaning against the wall by the entrance to the kitchen.
I finish lighting the fifty millionth candle and walk over to him.
"It's fine,"
I say, cradling his face between my hands.
"I like it. In fact…"
I lower my voice. "I secretly think you did it on purpose."
"You think I forgot to set up the electricity reconnection on purpose?"
I chuckle.
"Take a look around. What do you see?"
I've spent the past half hour putting all the IKEA tea lights I've collected over the years to good use.
"A fire hazard."
"Take off your fire helmet and look at this place through boyfriend eyes."
He slowly takes in the warm glow of the place we're going to call home for hopefully many, many years to come, and his face relaxes as he smiles.
"Boyfriend eyes see something very romantic and intimate."
"Exactly."
I boop his nose, grinning.
"The perfect setting for christening our new home."
His eyes meet mine.
"I guess we should get in all the sex we can before the baby arrives."
"We'll still have sex once the baby arrives,"
I counter.
"I think you're severely underestimating the calamity we're in for, but I like your optimism."
"You like my dick even more. Now get down on your knees and service me."
Heat ignites behind his eyes.
"Right here?"
"Right everywhere. I'm going to fuck you in every square inch of this house."
"It’s a 2,400-square-foot house."
I chuckle darkly.
"Exactly. So you'd better get to work."
Buzz drops to his knees and frees my already hard and dripping cock from my shorts. I lean against the wall as he slides his tongue over my slit.
I can't remember a time when I was happier than I am right now. And I don't just mean because I've got the world's most amazing guy blowing me.
Being with Buzz is an honor. It doesn't just fulfill me on every emotional level, it inspires me. I want to be a better man. I want to be a good father. I want to be the best partner I can be. Because he deserves all that and more.
I know he's insecure about being too needy. And maybe he is. But I don't care. His neediness is matched by my need to be with him.
I'm so glad we finally talked. My only regret is not telling him how I felt years ago. Then again, regrets aren't useful because everything happens for a reason.
I tap Buzz's shoulder, a signal I'm ready to move on to fucking. He looks up at me adorably and asks, "Where?"
"Living room,"
I say, holding out my hand and helping him to his feet.
"I've left supplies on the couch,"
I say as I lead the way.
"How thoughtful. Oh, wow. You even laid towels down and everything."
"Like you said, I'm thoughtful. But also, it's a new couch, and I don't think either of us wants to ruin it with cum."
He chuckles as he walks up behind me and bites my neck.
"You saying I come too much?"
I spin around and start kissing his neck.
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
But of course, with Buzz being Buzz, knowing what he knows about me, I've never had more than a few small splashes land on my stomach, nothing further up, and definitely nothing remotely close to my face. He's a considerate comer, which is a highly underrated attribute if you ask me.
We fuck on the couch.
We fuck standing up.
On the floor.
Bent over against the coffee table.
Squatting beside the coffee table.
With Buzz's legs on the coffee table.
All the various angles and positions don't diminish the feeling growing louder and louder in my chest. It may be tacky to say this when having sex, but the words bubble up my throat and out past my lips before I can do anything to stop them.
"I love you, Buzz."
He's lying on the floor, hips thrust in the air, his calves against my torso.
He smiles, causing the skin around his eyes to crinkle.
"I love you, too, Court."