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CHAPTER 18

KENO

We’re lying in bed, naked and hard. Over the last week, we’ve gotten very good at handies. Sometimes we see how quickly we can get the other off. Sometimes we see how long we can draw it out.

It’s a lot of fun. I think one of my favorite things about messing around with my best friend is how we can laugh. Sex is good. We all know that. Even bad sex can end in an orgasm. But sex with Etna is fun.

We know what’s on the agenda today, though, and that’s probably why we’re just laying here hard. Today we graduate from hands to mouths. Time for our first blowies. My stomach flutters nervously and I’m willing to bet Etna’s is, too.

I know he knows that’s what’s on the calendar today. Not that we have to do what’s there. As he keeps telling me—this is a guideline. A suggestion. We’re not in a hurry. If we’re not ready for the next thing, then we’re not ready and that’s fine.

I’m confident we both know we’re ready.

Etna rolls onto his side and then climbs on top of me. Being naked together is still really new and definitely a little intimidating. Because of that, we’ve been trying to spend a little more time naked and touching each other.

Not to force ourselves, but to use familiarity to ease us into comfort. Still, it’s not often that he climbs on top of me when we’re naked.

And hard. Just looking at him, knowing what we’re doing today, has me struggling to take a full breath.

“You ready?” Etna asks.

“Are you?”

“Maybe,” he admits. His honesty always helps to relax me. I’m glad that I’m not the only one who’s nervous.

Etna leans down and kisses me. It’s slow and lingers. Nothing deep or sexy or seducing. Just… sweet. Like he is.

Then he moves down my body. His kisses on my neck and chest are a little awkward as he moves toward my dick. He’s kissed my chest before, so I know it has nothing to do with that.

“You know,” he says when his face is hovering over my cock. “I can honestly say I never thought I’d put one of these in my mouth.”

I snort, but my body erupts in chills when his breath puffs over my cock as he speaks.

Etna touches my cock, something he’s done many times now, and stands it up. His eyes move to mine and he gives me a dubious look. “This isn’t going to fit in my mouth.”

“Ohmygod, stop. I’m not that big.”

“I’ll give it to you on the length. I think you’re still a cockhead longer than me, but fuck, Keno. You’re as thick as my leg. And I have thick fucking legs.”

My cheeks heat. It’s one thing to hear a girl comment on the size of my junk, but another guy and that guy being Etna? Yeah.

“You have a big enough mouth to put your foot in it regularly,” I deadpan.

He snorts. “Hardly.”

Rolling my eyes, I shove him away until we’ve swapped positions. “You’re entirely ridiculous. You know that? I’m not that big.”

“Fat as a soda can,” he hums, grinning at me. Etna sits up. “While I’m serious, I’m giving you a hard time. I’ll totally suck your dick if I can get it in my mouth.”

I shove him backwards. “Shut up and lie down.”

Etna falls backwards, laughing. I don’t straddle him like he had been on me. I spread his legs and get between them. Now that I’m face to face with his dick, I understand what he’s saying. Never have I ever thought one of these would go into my mouth.

Swallowing, I look up at him. “It’s not a big deal,” I say, feigning confidence I don’t feel. “You can easily just trick yourself, right? Oh look, a lollipop.” I drag my tongue up the length of his cock.

Etna inhales sharply. A thrill runs down my spine.

“Oh look, ice cream.” I lick him again, root to just below his crown. “Oh look, popsicle.” Another lick, this time slower.

His hips roll a little under me.

“Oh look, a banana.” Since I don’t lick bananas because that’s just weird, I stand his dick up and put his head in my mouth, twirl my tongue around, and let him go. Immediately, a bead of pre-cum glistens at his slit for me. “Oh look. A dot of chocolate syrup.”

Maybe I’m stretching a little to trick my brain into thinking this is going to be sweet. My tongue darts out to his soft, silky top and grabs the pearl of pre-cum.

Okay. Okay, that’s not the worst thing in the world.

“Oh, look.” I grip his base and keep him upright. “A lemon.”

Etna snorts. Right up until I swallow his first few inches and give him a hard suck. Then he groans. His legs widen for me as his pelvis pushes up.

“Holy fuck,” he grunts.

I let his cock go again as I watch his reaction. He lets out a heavy breath, his dark eyes opening to meet mine. His lips are parted as he pants. He looks so fucking turned on. It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time.

So hot that I squirm to get some friction on my cock.

“Oh look,” I murmur, kissing his head. His eyebrows knit together in the sexiest damn way. Like he’s waiting for me to make him fall apart. “A candy cane.”

This time, I go for gold and bring him as deep into my mouth as I dare. I suck him, ignoring the way my entire body shivers as I listen to the sexy sounds coming from him.

Pulling my mouth up as I suck, I stroke the base of his dick, too. His body jerks, his hips coming up. He gives a quiet, choked shout as he grips the bedding beneath him.

Sinking back down onto his cock, I watch as he shudders. Getting braver, I move my hand from his base and bring him deeper before latching on and sucking with everything I have. To be honest, I’ve always wondered what it would feel like.

Watching Etna, I can almost feel it in my body like an echo. He whimpers. He fucking whimpers. Hands down, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. His back arches. His head bends backward, stretching his neck.

I take a breath and resume sucking. His hands move to my head, gripping my hair as he almost sobs.

“I’m going to come,” he warns. “If you keep?—”

I mean to back off. I really do. I’m not sure I’m ready for his cum in my mouth. But just as I start to, he says my name.

“Keno. Fuck, Keno.”

Over and over, he says my name.

It’s hypnotic. I’m caught in this trance of listening to Etna say my name in that low, deep, rough, lusty tone. Knowing I’m the one making him sound like that. I’m making him feel good. This is all me. He’s thinking of me. I have his dick in my mouth and I’m making him fucking tremble .

I’m so caught up in the intoxicating moment that I miss his second and third warnings. Etna comes in my mouth. I’m so startled that I inhale sharply.

Mistake. Big mistake.

I pull off and immediately start coughing. Worse, it’s now coming out my nose, and fuck, cum stings. My eyes water as I try to catch my breath. Jeezus fucking hell, I’m breathing his cum. It’s in my lungs.

At least I have enough mind to jerk him through his orgasm and not be a dick and let him hang. That sucks. I’ve been there.

I’m still coughing and choking with cum hanging from my goddamn nose when Etna finishes. He laughs breathlessly as he reaches for me. I don’t know what he grabbed, but he wipes my face and holds this damn piece of cloth to my nose. “Blow.”

I do and cough some more.

“I’m going to be living with your cum in my sinuses forever now,” I complain, my voice sounding like I might die from drowning.

Etna tries not to laugh as he continues to wipe my face. He rolls and brings back a bottle of water. “I told you I was coming.”

“But you kept saying my name and I swear, you put a spell on me,” I whine.

This time, he laughs as I take sips of water. That helps. I slowly get my shit under control so I can glare at him. But even through his laughter, I can see the concern. I can see the soft look in his eyes and feel the way he’s brushing his thumb across my skin gently. Soothingly.

“You okay?” he asks after a minute. “What do you need? What can I do to help?”

I take a deep breath and shake my head. “Nothing. I’m good.”

“Was it awful?”

I shake my head again. “No. But I think I was so focused on how hot you looked because of what I was doing to you that I barely realized what was happening.”

His grin climbs. “I meant cum in your mouth. The taste. Was it awful?”

“Oh.” I swallow. There are still remnants of his cum, but I’d wager that’s not the full taste. I look at his stomach, noting he’s already cleaned it up. “I don’t remember. I was too busy fighting for my life.”

Etna barks a laugh. “Death by dick.”

“Death by cum,” I correct. “The dick part was fine. Inhaling cum? Not so fine.”

He continues to laugh loudly and struggle as I may, I can’t fight my smile. I’d love to pout further, but I love his laughter. His smile. And yeah, that’s kind of a fun memory we can look back on. Still, I nailed my first blow job.

Right?

“So… how was it?”

Etna’s smile turns sly and I flush. I shouldn’t have asked. Before I can turn away and hide my face burning, he pulls me down and rolls us onto our sides. “Perfect,” he says. “Unbelievably good.”

“You’re not just saying that because I nearly died on your cum?”

He chuckles. His finger moves against my cheek again. “Best blow job ever, Keno. I swear. You can suck me anytime.”

I sigh. Okay, fine. I’ll take the compliment.

“It’s almost ten. The guys will be here in like forty minutes. I’m not sure I’m going to make it through giving my first bj, but I can jerk you like a champ. Save the bj for tonight?”

“Choking took the sexy out of me,” I whine, trying to keep a straight face.

He laughs. “You sure?”

I nod. “Yes. Go take a shower and I’ll start brunch. Then you can babysit the oven while I shower.”

“Make sure you wash your hands. No one wants cum-filled frittata.”

I roll my eyes, slapping him as he rolls away from me, still laughing. Little bitch.

Most of what I planned to make today I prepped last night, so all it needs is to get into the oven in their complete dishes. I stick the French toast casserole and savory bacon and maple scones into the oven. We have an all-in-one air fryer oven on the counter that I load eight little individual serving frittata dishes into.

My fresh bread is sliced, and the homemade jam my mother sent is out. By the time Etna comes into the kitchen looking like a morning treat, I have fruit out for him to chop.

Horny and Julian are right on time. I head for the door, trying to get the last coughs out as I go. The sensation that there’s something sitting in my lungs and the hint of cum taste in my mouth every time I inhale makes me want to keep coughing.

“Still tasting me, huh?” Etna calls from the table where he’s setting out plates.

“Fuck you,” I call back.

I open the door while Etna’s laughing. Both look at me curiously. Maybe I should have waited until he was done.

Without waiting for them to ask, I turn around and let them come inside and follow the sound of my man’s laughter. No, I’m not fighting a grin because he’s my man. Not even a little.

“What’s so funny?” Julian asks as he steps into the room.

“Nothing,” I mutter. “Just learning gay shit.”

Etna sputters again, but this time, he at least tries to contain his mirth. I’m going to slap him.

“Right,” Horny says, taking a seat at the table. Julian hands Etna a bag filled with mimosa fixings. “Like… on the internet?”

“Nah,” Etna says. “Trial and error.”

“Your laughter must mean error,” Julian teases as he sits, too.

“You’d think so,” Etna says. He glances at me and winks. I turn away so no one else sees my skin heat. “But it was an amazing success even with the adorable mishap.”

“Fuck you, bitch,” I hiss.

He joins me in the kitchen, and I set him to work bringing in the food. His smile doesn’t fade as he brings the dishes in while I prepare some strong drinks. The guys can still see us from here since we’re in my little house. You can see almost every space from every room in here.

Which is fine. I don’t hate always being part of whatever’s going on. It means there’s never so much separation, and I can cook and still be involved in conversation easily.

Etna stops beside me and kisses my neck, his lips lingering. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “I’m done. Promise.”

I smile, keeping it as small as I can. Because I don’t actually want him to be done. I love his teasing and the way it eases the pressure of what we’re doing.

I press my mouth to his. “Don’t,” I whisper.

His eyes twinkle like there are stars in them. My stomach flutters and I grab two of the mimosas, leaving him before he can say anything. I set them in front of our friends, who are still watching us like science experiments. Waiting to see us explode or melt or something.

I take my seat as Etna joins us, placing glasses in front of us.

It’s quiet as we dish our plates. I’m all too aware of the way Etna keeps glancing at me. I bow my head, keeping my red cheeks as obstructed as I can and trying desperately not to grin. I feel like we’re putting our shit on display.

“You know,” Horny muses after a while, and we all look at him. “Gotta tell you. I’m almost envious of what you’re doing. You’re so fucking happy it almost makes me nauseous.”

Etna and I look at each other and share a smile. We are happy. More than anything. I’ll choke on cum for the rest of my life if we can keep this happiness forever.

“Thanks,” Etna says, his eyes still locked with mine. “We are happy.”