Chapter 48
Magnus
The Svens are such an interesting duo. Sven talks for both of them most of the time, and Ven only speaks when he thinks it’s necessary.
Even ordering dinner, Sven ordered for both of them without consulting Ven, who let Sven do it without so much as looking at the server.
The trust the two have in each other is beautiful, and it makes me wonder if Trent and I have the same dynamic between us.
“Should we ask what you two do, or are careers and jobs off the table?” Sven asks, pulling the salt shaker toward him and dumping a little into his palm.
Ven takes the salt shaker away as Sven licks his palm.
“I ask because the last time we met a potential new friend, he became extremely hostile over us asking about his work. Like, dude, if it’s classified, that’s fine, but this is a normal question to ask,” Sven continues, laughing and shaking his head.
Ven hums in agreement, pulling the napkin Sven reaches for out of his partner’s hand and replacing it by entangling their fingers and bringing Sven’s hand up to his mouth for a kiss.
It’s such a beautiful dance of hyper activity and redirection that I don’t immediately answer their question, so Trent shoulders the responsibility of that.
“I’m about to start my grad work at the university, and Magnus is working on a doctoral dissertation while teaching some classes,” he explains, moving his arm to the back of my chair.
“Yes, and we also make porn as a side hustle,” I add so that he doesn’t think I’m slacking off in the conversation.
Trent takes a deep breath and turns his head to look at me with a tight smile. “I wasn’t going to mention that part of our lives, since it shatters the illusion we were going for,” he points out, and I nod.
“You’re right. I apologize. It didn’t occur to me that we should keep that part of our lives secret from actual friends we’re trying to grow roots with.”
Sven grins at us, waving his hands along with the one Ven is using to hold his in the air excitedly.
“I knew it was you! I told Ven that you were that Trent and Magnus when we first approached you, but he said it was really unlikely that you would be moving into our neighborhood. I’m totally an avid subscriber!
Well, we are, but Ven doesn’t really get off on porn, that’s more my thing. ”
Ven pulls Sven’s hand to his mouth, kissing it. “We also have our own subscription site, but it’s not our hustle.”
Sven nods in agreement. “No, I’m just an exhibitionist who gets off on people seeing me come, and since Ven is staunchly monogamous, we’ve compromised on letting me post videos to the internet.”
“That’s an excellent compromise,” I congratulate them, since most couples would find a difference in the idea of monogamy a deal breaker.
Trent squeezes my shoulders and kisses my hair, giving himself a moment to breathe, I think. I take the cue and ask Sven what he thinks about our videos.
Sven’s shoulders shake with his laughter.
“Oh, I clocked you two from the start, but the illusion of straight boys falling in love is so fun I couldn’t stop myself from spending the money to see how you played it out.
I think most people believe that straight boys can do gay shit the way you two go at it, but trust me, gay men know that straight men can’t.
Literally cannot. Gay for pay is impossible unless the dude is at least a little bi or willing to bottom or take meds. ”
“Really?” Trent asks, surprised by Sven’s evaluation.
Sven cocks his head to the side and frowns.
“Of course. People who think being gay is a choice only think that because they’re bi and have chosen to be straight.
People who are actually straight literally have zero sexual response to the same sex.
Like, Ven here is bi—which is why he’s strict on monogamy, I think—but me?
I’m gay as hell and couldn’t get it up for a woman unless I had meds to assist, and even then, it would be a struggle. ”
“I have never considered people’s homophobic remarks as a reflection of their personal experience like that. I’m going to have to mention this in my study,” I decide, pulling out my phone to write a note to myself about it.
Trent hums thoughtfully. “No, it makes sense, though. People judge others based on how they view themselves, so it proceeds that only a person who is choosing their sexual expression would think that sexuality is a choice. But I’d like to clarify that we didn’t know we were bi until after we started filming.
Filming is what awakened our feelings for each other. ”
Sven’s brows pop up and he tilts his head, smiling in that Aw-Look-At-The-Adorable-Baby way. “That’s so cute. I’m so happy for you two, and I definitely want to be the friends that grow roots with you. Ven agrees.”
Ven chuckles and nods, kissing his fiancé’s hand again. It’s a signal of approval between them along with love and affection. I wonder if Trent and I will develop anything like that?
Trent turns his head again to take in a breath, kissing the top of my head, so I give him the moment he needs, responding, “We’re happy for ourselves, too, thank you. What about you? What are your jobs slash goals slash whatever else you want to share with us?”
Sven animatedly tells us about his job working as a community liaison with the local libraries and how he sets up fundraisers and events for each library in the city.
He regales us with several humorous stories about a calendar he organized with the local fire department that features the city’s librarians and shirtless firefighters battling it out over books that ends with a sassy bonfire and everyone lounging on the ground reading around it. It was a best seller last year.
Ven works as a remote contractor for a company overseas that develops make-up and other luxury hygiene items for some of the world's most expensive brands. He’s one of the international lawyers and does a lot of traveling for work.
Trent and I engage with them, they’re funny and interesting, and while Trent still needs moments to recalibrate every once in a while, dinner goes smoothly and dancing ends with all of us promising to do it again next Thursday.
By the time we get home, we’re both happy, sweaty, and ready for time alone together.
“I think that went well,” I say, leading my husband up to the master bathroom, because we are absolutely not getting into the sheets this sweaty. I changed them yesterday; we are not dirtying them today.
“It did. The Svens are going to be good neighbors and friends, I think,” he agrees, slipping by me to start the water.
I enjoy Trent’s form in every circumstance, including when he bends over like this. Whew. “I would like to touch you because I’m attracted to you and the sight of you turns me on. How do you feel about that?”
Trent looks over his shoulder at me with a delightfully wicked smile. “You want to touch your hubby?” he teases, shaking his ass before standing straight and turning toward me.
I swallow as he pulls his shirt over his head. “I—yes.”
Trent runs his hands from his neck to the button of his pants. “You want to touch my chest?”
I nod, watching him flex his pectorals. “Please.”
He opens his pants and lets them fall. “My stomach?” he asks, rubbing his adonis belt to hook a finger in the band of his underwear.
“I want to lick,” I respond, taking a shaky breath. I don’t touch him without his permission, and he still hasn’t told me if I can yet.
His voice deepens and his reply is rough as he slowly pushes the last scrap of cloth off his beautiful body. “It sounds like your mouth might be feeling a little needy.”
I watch him run his palm over his burgeoning erection, hoping for any opportunity he wants to give me.
I keep my hands clenched behind my back, but watching him play with his own wood is where we started.
I’ve developed a deep, abiding desire for watching him, and I’m completely transfixed by the motion of his hand and the evidence of his concupiscence.
I’d give anything to get my hands on him right now.