Chapter 49
Jannis
One year later
It’s a beautiful, sunny Saturday in May and we’re sitting in the car on our way to Gengenbach. The magnolias are in bloom, but we’ve been so busy over the last few weeks we haven’t made it to our tree yet. We come at least once a year when the tree is in bloom to visit Dayyan’s parents and Danny.
We lie on a picnic blanket and look up while Flocke sniffs around.
“Firas has a crush on Emely from 9c.” The secret must have been brewing in Nael for a long time.
“Dude, why are you telling them?”
“Mom is asking if we need to talk about protection again.” Dayyan is grinning.
“Urgh, no.”
“I don’t want to sleep with her. Not right now, I think.”
“Dad says no sex before marriage.”
Firas and Nael laugh, and I have to try hard to keep myself together.
“Bullshit! Mom and Dad got married when you were already five!”
These trips used to be less boisterous. And this time, too, Dayyan has his ten minutes when he becomes very quiet, tears run down his temples and I hold his hand. This is his time with his parents, mostly with his mother. Later, I will ask him, and he will tell me about it.
We never talk about how long we’ll stay, it always varies, and somehow everyone knows when it’s time to leave.
As always, we pick up some Yufka on the way home, and as always, everyone except Dayyan has eaten it by the time we get home.
Then he disappears into the bathroom for about fifteen to twenty minutes and comes out freshly showered.
“You guys aren’t as subtle as you think you are.”
Dayyan looks at Firas with a raised eyebrow. “You sure you’re using the word subtle correctly?”
Nael nods. “Definitely. I’m not so sure about you guys though. If you were subtle, we wouldn’t know that you’re on your way up to your room to fuck.”
That’s exactly what we had in mind, and since we want to raise them with the understanding that sex is normal and don't want to make it a taboo, we both suppress the urge to loudly disagree and tell them some nonsense.
“Are we too loud?”
Firas and Nael grin so widely the corners of their mouths almost touch their earlobes. The question was such a perfect setup it would be embarrassing for Dayyan if it weren’t so funny.
“Oh, fuck, sunshine, harder.”
“Ah, right there, don’t stop. I’m coming.”
Okay, it is embarrassing after all.
“Suggestion: If it bothers you, put your AirPods in your ears and go play darts in the basement. You can come back up in an hour.”
Firas looks at us, almost disturbed. “You need an hour to come? Is that what happens when you get older? It only takes me five minutes when I jerk off.”
“Maximum,” Nael interjects.
The conversation has been going in completely the wrong direction for far too long, and before Dayyan, in his desperation, tries to explain the time component of anal sex, I reply. I had a little time to think about something. And yes, it took me a bit, but I’m speaking.
“Sex isn’t necessarily about coming quickly. It’s nice to take your time. You may not be able to imagine that right now, but we’ll talk again when you’re with someone for the first time and sex really becomes an issue. Now off you go.”
Giggling and grinning, the two of them head for the kitchen and I push Dayyan up the stairs.
“You seriously want to fuck now.” He looks at me in horror as I scatter my clothes around the room on my way to the bed.
“Definitely.”
“But they know what we’re doing.”
“They’ve obviously known for a long time. You could think of something new for today and yell extra loud. They’ll think we’re messing with them, while I fuck you in that greedy little hole, hard and fast, just the way you like it.”
Rolling his eyes, Dayyan grabs his crotch. “Fuck, how am I supposed to stay hard when you talk like that?”
“You’ve never had trouble staying hard before.”
“How can I say no?”
“You can’t,” I whisper in his ear, then I shout as loud as I can, “Come on, you horny tiger, show me your big cock.”
The next moment, Dayyan is lying face down in his pillow to hide his laughing fit.
“Ah, so that’s how I should take you.” My voice is soft again, my words meant only for him. “I love it when I can take you from behind.”
I make short work of his clothes, slide another pillow under his hips, and then I see it. The hole of my dreams. Fuck, it’s perfect.
Loose and relaxed, my first finger slides in without resistance. We both know what we want and what we need by now. On days like today, we definitely don’t need long foreplay, and Dayyan only needs the quick version to loosen up.
“If you stroke my prostate one more time, I’ll come. I want your cock, not your fingers.” He says that at a normal volume. The “Take me hard, you stud, now!” can be heard all through the neighborhood.
But I do him the favor, thrusting all the way in with one stroke. “Ahhh! Fuck, yes!”
“Yeah, come on, give your brothers what they want to hear.” I pull out almost completely and thrust again. This time, Dayyan moans into the pillow beneath him.
We don’t have set roles, but it’s no secret Dayyan prefers to bottom and that there’s hardly anything hotter for him than being taken hard. Our bed keeps bumping against the wall, just like I’m thrusting into him. His back arches and I know what’s happening.
“Ah...” A small, strained sound before his orgasm bursts out of him. “Oh, yes, you horny bastard! You’re fucking me so good!”
I’m already so close I can’t hold back my orgasm, which is accompanied by a hard fit of laughter.
Twenty minutes later, we come down the stairs, freshly showered. Firas and Nael are sitting in the kitchen with their arms crossed.
“Ah, that was good.” I gently kiss Dayyan on the neck. “Everything okay with you guys?”
“You can go fooling yourselves.”
“We know you were just pretending.”
“Too much?” Dayyan’s voice is so innocent I have to bite my cheek to keep from laughing out loud. “Okay. Sorry. Next time we’ll try harder. Promise.”