Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
SEBASTIAN
It takes a little over an hour to get our phones and internet set up after stopping for fast food coffee and breakfast sandwiches. A guy will be out to hook everything up on Monday and until then, we have mobile data to tide us over.
Most of the day is spent finding a decent used car to buy. The dealership we find is willing to come down on the price if paid in full, which saves us a couple thousand dollars but takes time to negotiate.
We don’t rush getting wedding bands either. I follow Nicolo around a cute little shop, happily giving my opinion when he asks for it and nodding along when he doesn’t. The rings are more for his sake in any case. I don’t need the traditional symbol to claim him as mine. We didn’t even have a wedding, or a honeymoon. The US Marshals just kind of gave him to me by accident, and I’m happy to keep him.
In the end, he settles on a pair of plain gold bands for us.
Nicolo puts mine on for me, and I return the favor. His smile is blinding, and there’s a bounce in his step as we exit the store hand in hand before we head to the big-box store closest to our new house. It’s not busy which, thank fuck.
In no universe should getting phones, turning the internet on, buying a car, and finding a set of wedding rings—most of which can’t be done at the same place—be easier than grocery shopping, but somehow all of those things are because Nicolo’s list is a beast of epic proportions.
It doesn’t help that the store is unfamiliar to both of us, so we have to search for every single item on Nicolo’s ridiculously long list. It’s much later—pushing dusk—and our cart is full, damn near overflowing, when he taps his pen on his plump bottom lip and gives his list one final look. “I think that’s it.”
I lean down and my lips brush his ear as I whisper, “Not quite.”
His brow furrows and he looks from the cart to his list. “What am I missing?”
“Lube, little brother. If you want to be fucked, we need lube.”
Nicolo sucks in a sharp breath, his cheeks turning pink as he starts towards the front of the store.
On the way in, we passed the rows that displayed more personal items, and that’s where we’ll find what we need for Nicolo to finally get what he wants—my cock buried deep inside of him.
I follow behind him, pushing the cart, minding my own business, thankful that everyone here seems the type to do the same. No one that I’ve seen is giving Nicolo any side eye in his too-tight skinny jeans and bright as fuck hoodie. To be fair, they probably can’t figure out if he’s a slender girl with a punk haircut or a gay boy living his best life.
“Nicolo,” I call when he marches past the right aisle. “Here.”
He whips around, face not such a dark shade of pink anymore, chin tipped up and shoulders squared, before dipping into the aisle. He immediately comes to a stop in front of the condoms and lube, since they’re right there. I’m not sure how he missed it in the first place. I park the cart out of the way and join him.
“Um.” He bites his bottom lip and shoves his hands into his hoodie pocket, all while refusing to look my way. “Which one?”
I toss my arm over his shoulder and tuck him against my side. “Are you embarrassed?”
“Shut up.” Nicolo plants his elbow in my ribs and steps away. “I’ve never?—”
“Hey.” I grab his hand and pull him back. “It’s alright. Buying this shit is pretty normal. I promise we’re not the first people to stand here today.”
He blows out a breath. I grab a bottle of silicone-based lube from the shelf and pass it to him. “This one is good for anal play in general, but not one you want to mix with sex toys.” He turns the bottle over in his hand as I snag a water-based one and toss it in the cart. “Condoms?”
Nicolo looks up as he drags his tongue over his lower lip. “Do we need them?”
I shake my head. “Up to you. I’m negative on my last panel and haven’t had sex since before then. But if you want?—”
He shakes his head as his pupils dilate. “No. You know what I want.”
He wants me to breed him, to fuck my cum into his virgin hole like a good big brother should.
“Fuck,” I mutter and push down on my dick. Now is not the time to get a hard-on, not in the middle of a big-box store while wearing fucking basketball shorts. That’s a public indecency ticket waiting to happen, and the last thing we need is the attention of law enforcement on our first day in town.
Nicolo laughs under his breath. “Something wrong, Sebastian?”
“Brat.” I tug the lube from his hand and toss it into the cart. “Let’s go home.”
Nicolo grabs the cart, pushing it down the aisle, and I fall in step behind him. At checkout I pretend like the price doesn’t hurt, but it does—deep in my soul. Food shouldn’t be so fucking expensive when people have to eat to survive.
If not for the money I had in savings before we relocated, Nicolo and I would be fucked; what the US Marshals provide isn’t enough to kickstart a whole new life without struggling for every scrap of bread.
“I’m surprised we got everything done so quickly,” Nicolo says on the way home after connecting his phone to the car’s Bluetooth.
I glance at the pastel-colored sky. The sun is sinking towards the horizon. If he calls this quick, I’m not looking forward to finding out what he considers time consuming. We spent the whole day moving from one task to another, and I only had one cup of coffee with breakfast this morning. Our only meal of the day.
“We still need to unpack when we get home,” I remind him. “If our stuff has arrived.”
He groans and slumps in the seat. “And cook.”
I shake my head. “Order delivery for tonight.”
There’s no sense in us cooking—to cook anything we’ll have to find the boxes marked kitchen, unpack them, and wash everything before we can even make a start. Tomorrow, if we finish unpacking and we’re not too fucking tired, we can cook. Tonight, I’m perfectly fine stuffing my face with something someone not us cooks.
“What do you want?” Nicolo unlocks his phone and opens a delivery app.
“Surprise me,” I tell him. He hums as he looks through the options. I follow my GPS home and park in front of the house with an exhale when I see the shipping container Simon said would show up today in the driveway.
Maybe instead of trying to unload tonight—since sunlight is fading fast and we’ve had a long fucking day already—I’ll just drag our mattress out and set up camp in the living room.
Nicolo and I can watch a movie while we eat dinner. Then I can have him for dessert.