23. Kit
23
KIT
Once we were back in bed, we needed a minute to figure out a position that didn’t hurt my knee, and we ended up with Sky straddling my face.
“This is usually some advanced work, Kit. It’s okay if this is too much,” Sky said, his pretty cock swinging in front of me.
I looked up at him, grinning like the cat who got the cream. “I always was a fast learner.”
He held on to the carved headboard, and I eyed him for a moment before taking him in hand and guiding him to my mouth.
“Don’t be a hero, cowboy. You don’t have to deep throat me. Only go as far as you’re comfortable.”
I would certainly take his advice for this go round, but I was not one who liked to be only moderately good at the task in front of me. I had to be the best or nothing at all.
I guided him into my mouth, and it was like something I never experienced before. There was a salty drip of pre-cum, and the taste of his skin, plus the taste of his excitement. More than that, there was the way his chest expanded and his body shook as I took a test suck.
I’d heard, of course, the terrible slurs people hurled at gay men. But here I was, sucking my man’s cock, and it didn’t feel strange to me at all. It felt natural. Real. And seeing Sky’s stomach tense when I did the right thing did a number on my equilibrium. I was thrilled to find that the things I enjoyed, he enjoyed. We had the same sensitive parts, and familiarity with the equipment made me feel like I wasn’t so lost in the sauce after all.
I took him a little farther into my mouth, gagging only slightly, determined to practice on him until I got way better at this. Still, I followed his advice, not overdoing it, just going up and down, then sucking the head like I liked.
“Fuck, cowboy,” he said, and I hummed around his length, proud of myself.
I grabbed his hips, going deeper, sucking harder. One thing had simply led to another: tasting led to sucking, sucking led to going deeper, and going deeper led to my wanting to drink down everything he had to give me.
When Sky shot into my mouth, when I realized I’d pleasured him to the point of release, pride filled my chest. I’d loved having sex with my wife, but looking back, knowing how much of that she faked for my ego, I’d begun to doubt that I’d ever even pleased her. But this here was proof positive that I could pleasure somebody and make them lose control.
Boneless, Sky slid down my body, kissing me, torturing me with nipple play, something I never got a lot of before. Smoothing his hands along my skin, he stared at me with those captivating eyes of his as he lowered his mouth onto me. He first gave the tip delicate little kisses, then licked up and down the length of me like a lollipop before cupping my balls, rolling them in his hand. Then, with a wink, he took me all the way down to the root. He gagged a little, then letting his throat relax, and I gave a little thrust, reveling in the way his lips slid all the way down to the base of me.
Suddenly he popped off, and I lay there, disoriented. “Something wrong?”
He shook his head and held up a finger. Climbing off the bed, he went to his bag and dug around for a few seconds before pulling out a small tube in triumph.
“A ha .”
He opened the tube, and it was the ruby red lipstick I loved. He didn’t even bother with the mirror while perfectly applying it to his plush lips. He then positioned himself between my legs again, and carefully slid down my length, sucking on the base with those obscene lips stretched wide around me, just like I liked it.
I groaned, the visual sending me over in embarrassingly quick time. I shot, long and hard, and he hummed as he swallowed. Once he’d taken his full drink, he pulled off me, satisfied, even shimming a little as he sat on his haunches.
“You have such a beautiful cock, cowboy,” he said, his lips slick and swollen.
“And you have such a beautiful mouth,” I replied, reaching up to run my thumb over his lower lip. I wished I had another one in me, but this had been perfection.
It didn’t take us long after that to clean up—again—and then get back in bed together. We didn’t even talk about whether or not he was staying, I just held him as he held me, needing to breathe each other’s air. Needing to fall asleep knowing he was in my arms.
This time, when I woke up with Skylar sprawled across my chest, a smile reached my lips. I’d been terrified—genuinely terrified—about what sex with a man meant about me, but now all I could think was I didn’t know how I got so lucky to have a man as wonderful, as willing to forgive my peccadillos and fears, and I could only hope him being with me meant something good about who I was as a person.
I took a deep breath, and as I did, Sky opened his eyes, flicking a concerned look in my direction.
“How are we doing, cowboy?”
“You don’t have to keep on checking in on me, I promise. I feel amazing. And I like you a whole lot.”
His smile could make my world.
“I like you a whole lot, too. And I like seeing you happy in the morning.”
“Been a long time since I woke up feeling this good.”
“Yeah? How’s your knee?”
“Oh, it’s agony. But I don’t give a shit.”
Disgruntlement creased his eyebrows. “I don’t like it when you’re in pain.”
“I know. You dragged me all the way into Austin for an MRI to show me exactly how much you hated me being in pain. I’m getting surgery in two weeks because you hate me being in pain so much.”
“Oh, is that right? That’s why you’re getting the surgery? Not because you have a torn meniscus, but because I hate you being in pain?”
“Pretty much.”
It was the truth, and I wasn’t willing to lie to him.
“Fine. I’ll take it.”
We gave each other a chaste peck on the lips.
“Let me brush my teeth so I can kiss you properly,” I whispered, bussing his forehead.
“Me too.”
As we began to separate, my bedroom door opened.
Reed.
Skylar stiffened beside me. “Shit.”
I knew he had to be worried that I’d freak out all over again, especially since it was my son. Weirdly enough, this being my son made everything so much clearer. I had always told Reed I would tell him the truth, that I wouldn’t assume him having autism meant he couldn’t understand.
“Son? What’s the rule about entering someone’s bedroom?”
Reed stopped in the middle of typing out a message on his iPad, finally clocking Skylar in my bed. Sky sketched a little wave at him, and Reed turned pink.
He hit a button—I’m guessing the Delete key—several times on his iPad, and a few moments later the British voice said, “I’m supposed to knock. I apologize. Good morning, Skylar.”
“Good morning, Reed. Did you sleep well?”
“No. McKenzie and I had a lot of sex instead.”
Sky laughed and slumped down on my chest.
“Well, son, you and I seem to have had that in common.”
He wrinkled his nose, then set to typing. “Gross.”
“Sex is not gross. But it is private, and again . . . you did not knock on the door.”
“Sorry. I ran out of condoms. Do you have any extra?”
I scratched my head and turned to Sky. “You know, this is what I get for being a good father. For being so open with him. For working with his mom to make sure he understood and felt comfortable with sex. This is my reward.”
“Whatever, you love me,” said the digital Brit.
Letting out a deep sigh, I reached into my bedside drawer, picked an unopened box of condoms and tossed them at my beloved son’s head. Reed bobbled the box, eventually catching it, then turned toward the door.
“Son?”
Reed turned around. What ? he signed.
“Do you have any questions about what’s going on between me and Skylar?”
He snorted. Knew this was going to happen , he signed.
“Yes, you’re very smart. But, if you and McKenzie have been having sex all night, you need to check in with her and make sure she’s not too uncomfortable.”
Skylar spoke up. “Also, it’s not uncommon for women to get a UTI after marathon sex, so make sure you’re following best practices for that.”
Reed rolled his eyes as he typed into his iPad. “Duh, that’s why there’s Google. And we talked to McKenzie’s doctor beforehand. McKenzie’s the one who sent me for more condoms.”
“Good man,” I said, tossing a pillow at his cheeky head. “Now get the fuck out of my room.”
Reed curled forward, giving up one of his silent laughs, then shut the door and ran heavy-footed through the house. I scooted up in bed and laid back against my headboard. Skylar joined me, taking my hand in his.
“Not to belabor the point, but I’m gonna ask again. You okay?”
I buried my face in my hands, shaking my head. “My son is old enough to have sex. No, I am not okay.”
“Well, I was talking more about the fact that he walked in on us in bed.”
“Eh,” I said, waving away his concern. “It’s the easiest thing in the world to claim you as mine.”
“Is that what I am? Yours?”
“If you’ll have a broken-down cowboy, then yes.”
“I like the sound of that.”
We laid around for a bit after that, then took a shower together. Part of me expected that to be weird after the tension between us, but it wasn’t. I loved putting my hands on Skylar’s body, soaping him up, rinsing him off, then stroking his pretty cock until he came again. He then went to his knees and made me see God.
I had a long way to go to get on his level, and I couldn’t wait to catch up.
After, we got dressed, and I made breakfast for us, texting Reed to invite him and McKenzie to join us. They came over in their pajamas, and because McKenzie was having a nonverbal day, matching iPads. Her digital accent was Texan, and I mentioned how much I really liked it.
“Thank you. I think the British accent is the sexiest.”
Reed popped his eyebrows, and suddenly I understood his choice.
Skylar slapped his knee, laughing. “Reed, you are one funny guy.”
“I try.”
“Whatever,” McKenzie said in her digital voice. “We both know I’m the funny one.”
“Dad jokes aren’t all that funny.”
“Hey,” I protested. “My jokes are pretty darn funny.”
Reed rolled his eyes and pulled up the Sure, Jan meme, which made Sky double over laughing.
I threw up my hands and Sky raised a shoulder, entirely unconcerned. “Dude’s funny. But now I want to hear McKenzie’s joke.”
“Thank you,” she said, primly I assumed. “Here’s the joke: What’s the last thing that goes through a fly’s mind when it hits the windshield?”
Because I’m a dad, I knew the answer to this, so I kept my mouth shut. Skylar scratched his head. “I don’t know.”
“Its butt.”
Skylar clutched his chest and threw his head back, laughing. “Oh my God, that is the most autistic joke, ever.”
“Thank you.”
There was a knock on the door, and I shouted, “Come on in!”
Brandy peeked her head through the doorway, quickly followed by Cynthia, both of them puzzled. “We heard laughing.”
“We’re allowed to laugh in this house,” I said, wrapping my arm around Skylar’s waist.
Cynthia saw the move and gave a little fist pump. “I suppose,” she responded, sending me a warm smile.
“I think your ex-wife likes us,” Skylar whispered.
“I think so too,” I said, then turned to Cyn and Brandy. “Y’all want some breakfast tacos? I can add a few more eggs to the mix.”
Brandy rubbed her hands together. “Sounds great.”
“You got it. By the way, this is my boyfriend, Skylar.”
Skylar’s face went a pretty red, and he turned to me, tapping his chest.
“Boyfriend?” Brandy asked, looking at our mutual best friend. “I seem to have missed a few stops along the way.”
“Well then, let me fill you in,” Skylar said, welcoming them into the kitchen. “Who drinks coffee around here?”
Grinning, I added a few more eggs to the mixing bowl, watching the different parts of my family coalesce around Skylar’s light. They were laughing, joking with each other already, setting a warm glow to my kitchen. My knee throbbed, reminding me of my upcoming procedure, but I didn’t mind so much. I had all the right people in my life, and taking care of myself seemed like a small price to pay for that kind of miracle.