Chapter Seventeen
Eric
I wake up with a smile on my face.
I had an orgasm with Donovan, an actual one and not just the two of us doing the same thing only in different rooms. I touched him, and he touched me, and then… Who knew dick-on-dick action was so hot and fun?
Before this whole thing started, I didn’t expect the kissing, but I really enjoyed that as well.
My husband is very talented with his mouth.
If his tongue is that good between my lips, I can only imagine what it would feel like on my cock.
Am I allowed to imagine that? Because the idea is stuck in my head now.
Messing around with Donovan feels completely different from hooking up with other people.
There’s the reality that he’s a guy, of course, but it’s more than that.
It’s the fact that it’s him and I know him so well.
We enjoy each other so much that it feels like a natural progression for it to transfer to the bedroom.
And it’s not like our situation is unique.
Friends have sex with each other all the time.
Is it as good for other friends as it is for us?
All I know is now we’ve started, I don’t want to stop.
I open my eyes to check on Donovan and realize the bed is empty. Oops. I guess he didn’t pass the fuck out after a fantastic O.
I sit on the edge of the bed, find my boxer briefs, and tug them on.
My crutches are close, so I grab them and go find Donovan.
Maybe I should be worried he wasn’t in bed with me, and maybe I am, but I’m so tired of overthinking everything with him lately.
It’s not something I’m used to when it comes to Donovan.
We don’t have to question who we are to each other, and I don’t want this marriage of convenience or the sex to change that.
He’s not in the living room or the kitchen, but when I look through the sliding glass door, I see him in the backyard. He’s got his knitting stuff out, his fingers going a million miles a minute. He absolutely does not have to be nervous about what we did, and I’ll make sure he’s not.
I open the door and go out. Donovan turns to me, trepidation in his gaze.
“I don’t regret it,” I say, before taking a chair beside him.
“How do you know that’s what I’m thinking?” When I cock a brow, he adds, “Okay, fine. That’s what I was thinking. Sometimes it’s annoying you know me so well.”
“It’s not annoying. It’s awesome.”
Donovan sighs. “This is a lot very fast, babe. We got married, and then suddenly you’re bisexual and I’m humping you into orgasm.”
A laugh tumbles past my lips. “That’s one way of putting it.”
“That’s what we did.”
“I fucking loved it.”
“How are you not freaking out?”
I shrug. “You’ve been queer and I’ve been around queer people forever, so it’s no biggie.
Am I a bit surprised I didn’t realize it sooner?
Of course. And I’m confused because I thought it would be this equal-attraction thing, and I’m not sure that it is.
But there’s no denying I can be attracted to men—I clearly am—and I really, really loved what we did. ”
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.
While Donovan has been vocal about things like being mostly a bottom, I’ve always known that hooking up often has never been something Donovan was into. I never knew how much he really liked sex, but if how much we come together is any indication, he really loves it…at least with me.
Being married is fucking great. If I’d known it could be this much fun, maybe I would have done it earlier, but then, being married to anyone else wouldn’t be the same.
Donovan is at work today, and I’m sitting at home, bored again.
I go into his room and tug the sheets off the bed—they’re a cummy mess—and throw them into the washer.
We’ve been sleeping in his room every night.
Not that sleeping in the same bed is anything new.
We used to do it when we were kids, and now we’re doing it when we’re married.
I head back into the living room with my laptop and start a search for jobs.
I’ve been looking up possible positions every day, but the ones I’ve called haven’t been interested in even talking to me because of my broken ankle.
I understand why, but I also can’t help feeling restless.
I miss being busy, and I don’t ever want to feel like I’m taking advantage of Donovan.
Sometimes I wish I were more like him. I love what I do, but landscaping isn’t the same for me as nursing is for him.
He’s been at the same hospital since he got out of nursing school, while I’ve bounced around from job to job.
I want…I don’t know, to be more than the grunt man who follows orders.
It’s partly why I took the job with Cliff.
I knew he would give me more responsibility because, well, because he’s a lazy asshole, and he did, but it still felt the same as just working for someone.
I’ve considered trying to open my own business, but as cool as it would be, I quickly squashed that idea. I wouldn’t be smart enough for that.
I manage to keep busy all day, probably because I get more anxious the later it gets. Rylan got us tickets to his preseason game tonight, and it feels like forever since we’ve gone out with our friends, and…wow, how do I sound so married already?
As soon as Donovan comes through the door, I’m grabbing his hand and dragging him down the hallway.
“I waited for you before I took a shower.”
“We’ve never taken a shower together before,” he says, but comes with me easily.
“There are lots of things we haven’t done together until recently.” I turn on the water. “Which reminds me, I’ve been meaning to talk to you. I think we should try blowjobs.”
Donovan has been insistent about us taking it slow.
He’s afraid I might panic at any moment.
It’s weird not having him trust me about something, but I also understand where it comes from.
He’s so anxious about potentially taking advantage of me or the situation, when that couldn’t be further from the truth.
I’ll prove to him this is what I want, though.
“Okay. Like now? Because shower BJs aren’t always as hot as they sound.”
I tug my shirt off. “No. After the game.”
“Um…yeah. If that’s what you want, we can do that.”
“Unless I’m sucking myself, it has to be something you want too.”
He chuckles, making me relax in relief that he’s not going to oppose this. “Good point. I like blowjobs.”
“You like blowjobs? Don’t sound too excited.” I start to unbutton my shorts, but Donovan smacks my hands away and does it for me. We both have this thing where we like to take care of each other. It would be sickening if we weren’t so cute.
“I am excited. I get to be the first dick that’s ever been in your mouth and the first guy to suck yours. Sit down.”
I do as he says, sitting on the closed toilet while he kneels in front of me and starts taking off my boot.
I moan in pleasure because I’m so fucking over that thing, I would set it on fire if I could. Once he has it off, he dances his fingertips over my injury. “Poor baby.”
“I’m feeling pretty lucky right now.”
Donovan rolls his eyes. He always thinks I’m joking, and in a way I guess I am, but I’m also not. If I hadn’t broken my ankle, would I be here with him, doing all these things?
“Hips up.”
Again, I obey because who doesn’t like to be taken care of?
Donovan tugs the rest of my clothes off, and I’ve clearly got a half stiffy. We’re getting naked together and talking about sucking dick, so it would be impossible not to.
He takes off his clothes next, and his dick is in the same shape as mine.
“Should we jerk off together real quick?” I ask.
“What? No. We have to hurry, or we’re gonna be late.” He takes my hand and helps me into the shower as if I can’t do it on my own. I’m allowed to take my boot off for this, and showering isn’t the most fun thing in the world without him helping, but I do manage to get it done.
But, again, totally not going to complain. “Fine. I should save my load for tonight anyway. Do you swallow?”
“Jesus Christ, babe.” Donovan chuckles. “Only you, and yes.”
“Niiiice. I’ll try too.”
“You’re going to kill me.” He grabs the sponge and soaps it up before rubbing it all over my body. I use the wall to keep myself up so I don’t fall or put weight on my bad foot.
When he finishes, I get under the spray and rinse off, only to notice Donovan washing himself. “Wait. I want to do you.”
He cocks a brow.
“Not that. I mean, eventually that, but we’ll start with BJs.” I take the sponge from him.
“I’m not hurt, though. I did that for you since you’re injured.”
“Yeah, and I’m doing it for you because I want to.”
He grins.
Maybe blushes a little.
Making Donovan happy is so fucking easy. I can’t believe no guy has ever cared enough to try before.