Thirty-Six
OREN
Three months later
I’m not sure if Adak is aware, but we live next door to one of his players. Niklas Zawodny, an Austrian defenseman for the Blue Hawks. He works out in his backyard in nothing but his underwear. Or at least I think they’re underwear.
Honestly, I’m trying not to look, but it’s difficult when he’s doing squats with giant weights on a barbell and his muscles flex like they do. The sweat glistening off his skin is like mirrors, blinding me as I sit on the patio, trying to enjoy my coffee.
It’s not as good as Greta makes, even though she told me exactly what she puts in it. Shelton even mailed me the ingredients and it doesn’t taste the same. I think I just miss them.
Anyway, Niklas sees me and crosses the yard with a big smile. He has a heavy accent but his English is really good. Beyond his name, he says very little, but the conversation goes like this:
“Do you know how to get an ass like this?” Niklas turns and no matter how much I try to tell myself I’m not supposed to look at his ass, I can’t stop my eyes from dropping.
Honestly, the combination of muscle and bubble is immaculate.
I shake my head. “Butt plug,” he tells me and I almost choke on air as my eyes widen.
“Wear a thong, it’ll help to keep it in place, but the plug forces you to engage your glutes constantly so there isn’t any… . Accident.”
He flashes me a beaming grin and turns away. As he does, I can see what I mistook for underwear before are in fact just little tiny shorts. Sure enough, the fabric of his thong is peeking out of the top.
I flush and go inside after that. Jesus.
However, this is the reason I find myself unpacking while wearing a butt plug and a thong under my red booty shorts. It’s fucking hot, so that’s literally all I’m wearing. Even with AC as extreme as I can crank it, I’m dying. Why is the sun so hot in North Carolina?!
It took us a while to find a house that Adak was comfortable in. I wasn’t sure if it was the style or location he was after, but nothing seemed to hit the mark until we found this one. Closing took thirty days and three days ago, our shit finally arrived.
He’d paid movers to pack our house in Anaheim.
I wasn’t sure if it was because I was uncomfortable being there or if he didn’t want to go back.
His sister would be arriving next week once we were unpacked to decorate.
Adak warned me she had things coming. Which was why the only pieces of furniture we had were belongings that had been part of his family for generations.
A hutch. A single chair. And a bookshelf that his great-great grandfather made.
The only thing we were permitted to purchase was a mattress.
Which was on the floor while we waited for Laska.
Adak had taken several very detailed videos when we chose this house.
As soon as the paperwork began, he sent the videos to Laska.
The trucks with everything she was stuffing in this place would arrive hours after she did.
We would not be permitted back in our home until she was done three days later.
I’m anxious about it, but also excited. Especially when she promised more sexy bedrooms. I don’t even know what that means!
Our house is Tudor style, not that I’m sure what that is, but the real estate agent was excited about it.
It’s four bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, just over 2,800 square feet.
The neighbors are close, but not on top of us, like at Adak’s previous house.
He had a state-of-the-art security system installed before we moved in.
But the best part is the many windows overlooking the lake. It’s primarily protected state land, with only a handful of small residential developments located around the lake. Real estate is expensive, and I almost had a damned heart attack when I saw the prices we were looking at.
So far, I like the neighbors. There’s Niklas to our right, who lives alone, and an elderly couple to the left who are sweet as pie.
I’m a little disappointed that there aren’t gay couples sandwiching us like there had been in Anaheim.
Although I’d only met them a couple times, I’m going to miss those guys.
Adak assured me we wouldn’t lose touch with them either.
The location is fantastic too. We’re just outside of Raleigh, it will take Adak half an hour at most to get to the arena. Even in busy city traffic.
It takes me all morning to get the hang of moving through the house and squatting down with a butt plug in. Mostly, I’m not sure how to keep my mind off the way it presses against my prostate, sending shivers of hinting pleasure through my body. My dick also isn’t sure what to do right now!
I’m sure the only reason I’m not hard as fuck is because it takes a surprisingly massive amount of concentration to keep my ass tightly clenched while I move about, so the ‘accident’ that Niklas spoke of doesn’t happen.
By noon, I think I have a rhythm and it’s nearly second nature. Though there were a couple mishaps when I nearly launched it out of my ass. The way I snapped upright and slapped a hand over my hole made me burst out laughing.
Unpacking is a chore. It’s both cathartic and frustrating. Never ending boxes are piled everywhere and I just don’t know where to begin. Adak told me not to worry about it, but… the towers of boxes are everywhere and I need them to go away. It’s a strange kind of stress that I can’t quite explain.
I’ve chosen to concentrate on our bedroom and the boxes of clothes, bedding, and bathroom stuff. This seems like the easiest of the rooms to tackle. It’s easy enough to hang clothes and fill drawers, right? Plus, since we’re waiting on Laska’s design touch, I think working in the closet is safe.
So when noon rolls around and I’ve made it through a dozen boxes, I feel good. I’m pleased with my progress and the closet is coming together. I’m still looking for the bedsheets, since the movers just labeled rooms and not what’s in the box.
The next box I open reveals a familiar box; it’s the toys that Adak gifted me at the chalet. We haven’t used them much except for the sleeve, fleshjack, and the butt plug, which is why it wasn’t packed away in the box with the rest of the stuff.
I open the box and peer inside. The contents look less intimidating now. Maybe because my blood is simmering because of the plug in my ass. Maybe for other reasons like I just feel better about myself and life now.
The sense of calm since arriving in North Carolina has been incredible.
It always felt like a storm hung over my head and suddenly, I feel so much lighter.
I’m not na?ve enough to think that I’m completely untouchable for my brothers.
Especially since the internet is free for the world to use.
Even though Frankie is in jail right now, he’ll get out eventually and resume spewing his hate.
But hopefully by then, the world will have forgotten him, and he’ll have grown up.
Reaching into the box, I run a finger along the dildo. It’s maybe seven inches. While I can fit my hand around it, the tips of my thumb and middle finger barely meet. It’s veiny, both hard and flexible. The head is smooth and it surprisingly—also disturbingly—feels like flesh.
Pulling it out, I stare at it while my dick decides it likes the promise of what that thing can do.
Adak and I haven’t had sex, which is completely fine with me. We do other things and sometimes I handle my erections on my own. I’ve never seen him hard, but I see him naked all the time, which… ugh. Seriously, there’s no one hotter.
Maybe the fact he doesn’t get aroused when we’re having sexy time should bother me.
Maybe it’s my lack of experience before Adak, but it doesn’t bother me at all.
I can see and feel how into those moments he is without his dick waving a flag at me.
Yes, I’m curious about a lot of things that two men would do together.
Like… I really kinda want to know what it’s like to suck dick.
But I love Adak and I’m never left wanting. I love our life. Our conversations. Our bond. I love that everything we’ve been through has just made our relationship stronger. Our sex life might not be conventional, but it’s not lacking in the least.
I’m still staring at this dildo, debating whether I want to try it out, when Adak suddenly appears in the closet door. The movement makes me jump, eyes wide, dick trying to peek out of my thong and booty shorts. I feel like a deer in headlights.
His smile is amused, as his eyes drop to the toy in my hand. Welp, standing still and pretending I don’t exist doesn’t make me invisible. I suppose if I drop the fake dick now, it would be too conspicuous.
“Find your toys, sweetheart?” Adak asks, leaning his shoulder against the frame.
“I’m unpacking,” I say. “The boxes everywhere are making me crazy.”
Adak nods.
“Also, I met our neighbor. He plays for you. Did you know that?”
“I’m guessing you’re not referring to Gladys and Peter.”
I snort, though it sounds breathless. “No. Other side. Niklas.”
“Our defense.”
I nod. “Yep. He’s… nice.”
“Sounds like there’s a story there, though it better end with he is nice.”
A grin spreads. I’m still holding this dick, trying to decide whether I want to put it away and pretend it wasn’t just in my hand or chuck it across the room and pretend I have no idea how it got in my hand to begin with.
Adak crosses the room toward me. With every step, my heart beats a little harder. Fucking hell, the way he looks at me. I’m barely breathing by the time he reaches me. He covers my hand with his so that we’re both holding the cock, and I choke back a groan.
His other arm reaches around me, slipping beneath my shorts. Before I can pull away, his fingers glide through my crack and he finds it. Adak’s head tilts to the side.
“Uh… Niklas says if I want an ass like his, I need to workout with a plug so my glutes are always engaged,” I say.