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CHAPTER 24

KENO

There’s literally nothing better than stepping off the skywalk to see my man waiting for me. It isn’t until I’m wrapped in his arms that I realize just how much I missed him. My chest feels all tight and hot and my shoulders finally relax.

I didn’t even realize I was carrying around tension.

“I’m exhausted. Please tell me we scheduled a nap in today.”

“We’re scheduled for sucking balls and fingering holes. So… yeah, it’s a relaxing day.”

Etna snorts. Then he groans. “Both disturb me.”

“We thought that about sucking dick and I think we’ve both changed our minds about that.”

“Yeah, but… All I can think about is ball sweat. And… man, I know what comes out of holes.”

“We’ll shower first. Thoroughly. Also, we bought those douches and stuff. Maybe it’s time we learn how to use them.”

I open my eyes just as an elderly man looks at me with the most scandalized, horrified look. I grin, dropping my hand to grab Etna’s ass. The man turns and hurries away.

Etna chuckles. “Practicing or…?”

“Nah. Some prude didn’t appreciate our conversation.”

He sighs. “I’m so tired I forgot we’re at the airport.”

“Come on, big guy. I’m driving home. Did you sleep at all on the plane?”

“Very little, if at all. I’m all for quiet white noise, but a plane engine is a little loud.”

There’s something to be said about not checking bags. Walking right out and to the long-term parking garage is a breeze and we’re home within the hour.

Together, we climb into the shower and Etna leans against the cold tile, closing his eyes under the hot water. I watch him as I wash myself. I can’t believe how lucky I am to get to spend the rest of my life with him. I also can’t believe how I never realized how much I loved this man.

How had I ever thought we were just friends? It simply baffles my mind.

Etna’s eyes open and I can see just how tired he is. I lather up my loofa again and run it over his body. He smiles, his eyelids drooping.

“We can save the sexy stuff until after a nap,” I say.

“Generous,” he teases.

I lean in and kiss his lips. His hands come up to grip my arms, holding me there.

“I really missed you,” he murmurs. “Let’s not do that again.”

Grinning, I agree. “By the way, Gran is ecstatic to be a flower girl with your gram.”

Etna smiles. “That reminds me. Gram wants Gran’s number. They have, and I quote, ‘ shenanigans to plan .’”

I laugh. “I can’t wait.”

“I also talked to Lo. He’s going to ‘ bear the fuck outta our rings. ’”

“I’m not sure if I should be worried.”

“I think we should be worried about our grandmothers more than Lo. Lo has Caulder to rein him in. Our grandmothers do not have a Caulder.”

“I’m excited to see what they do.”

Etna nods.

I wash up Etna, trying not to be too handsy because I can see just how dead on his feet he is. When I’m relatively certain he’s clean, I turn the water off and help him out of the shower. He continues to smile when I dry him off.

“Go to bed. I’ll be right in.”

He nods. Once he’s left the bathroom, I clean up our stray clothes and wet towels and then pull out the box of douche things under the sink. Even though I’m alone, my cheeks still heat. Are we really doing this?

It’s part of sex in asses, so yeah. We are. I’m weirdly excited about ass sex. I don’t even know why. It’s never sounded appealing before.

I spend some time reading the instructions and then taking the douche out of the box and setting it in the shower. I have a feeling that we’re going to want to do this alone. Maybe I’ll make sure he gets to sleep and then see what it’s all about while he’s napping.

Yep, that sounds like an idea.

Flicking the bathroom light off as I leave, I find Etna already passed out. I think he’s pretty much asleep. While it seems like a good enough time to go spray water up my ass until it runs clear, it’s been an entire day since I’ve held him in my arms. I think the joy of cleaning my hole is just going to have to wait.

Etna responds as soon as I touch him, pulling me close and wrapping around me. I’m not as tired as he is. I got up stupid early to catch the earliest flight I could, but I also got six hours of sleep last night.

However, as we lie together, Etna’s rhythmic breathing and steady heartbeat lull me into a comfortable sleep. It’s hypnotic. I love it.

It’s not much later when I wake up. I don’t think anything wakes me except that I shiver, so maybe I’m a bit chilly. When I open my eyes, I find Etna on his back, sprawled out, the blankets low on his hips. I sit up and look at him.

The longer I look at him, the more I wonder if I’ve truly been blind to what was right in front of me for a year and a half. If one of us had been traded and forced to split up, would I have realized I was in love with him then, when it was too late to do anything about it? Something inside me tells me I would have.

And I think it would have remained too late. I doubt I’d have had the courage to tell him. I’m not sure why, but I think he wouldn’t have said anything either. We’d have been so close to this perfect forever, and it would have slipped us by because we were so focused on being… friends.

I hate that this is the world we live in. Default is to fall in love with someone of a different sex, so when you find your soulmate in the same sex, you don’t always see it for what it is.

Unless you happen to be walking down the streets in Vegas and witness a newly married drunk couple and make a joke that the other person takes seriously. Fate was watching over us, giving us the nudge we needed.

Now I get to spend every single day until my very last breath with this man. Ohh… I need to remember that line. It’s totally going in my vows.

Smirking, I get out of bed as carefully as I can so I don’t disturb Etna and head for the bathroom. The douche is still sitting in the shower right where I left it, as is the box on the counter. I read the instructions one more time before stepping back into the shower.

“This is going to be awkward,” I mutter.

Sure enough, it’s both awkward and gross. I nearly gag and decide to look at the ceiling, so I don’t have to see the dirty water. I’m so disturbed by it I don’t even recognize how strange the feeling is right away. And then I swear, the spray is hitting my nerve endings in such a way that I feel it tingle throughout my body.

I once had my ears flushed, and it reminds me of that feeling. It’s a centralized flushing , but you feel that echo all over.

By the time the water runs clear, I feel absolutely disgusting. I wash much more thoroughly than I probably need to and take comfort in the fact it only took, like, six minutes. I’d already been shifting us to a diet that facilitates bottoming. Or something. From what I understand, this washing isn’t necessary—or recommended—often. Once a week. Maybe twice. But you can do so less often when your diet supports your sex life.

Stepping out of the shower, I take great comfort in knowing that.

When I’m dry, I head back into the bedroom. Etna is still sound asleep, which I’m not entirely surprised about. It’s only been a couple hours since we got home and he’d been up for more than twenty-four. There’s a chance he’ll sleep all day.

Maybe that’s not a good thing, though. We don’t want his sleep schedule messed up.

I climb on the bed and sit beside him, resting my hand on his chest over his ribs. His skin is smooth, but I can feel the stubble. I guess I didn’t realize he shaved. I’ve never seen him shave his chest. Then again, we only recently started showering together, and not every time.

I wonder what he’d look like with some hair. Would I like it? Would I find it attractive? My eyes graze over his torso as I imagine a light layer of hair. A sexy little trail going down his stomach. Yeah… I think I could get on board with that.

My eyes follow his chest up, looking at every curve and detail until I get to his face, where I find his eyes slitted open as he watches me. When my eyes meet his, a smile appears, slow and tired. My cheeks flush.

“Sorry. I probably shouldn’t touch you in your sleep.”

He huffs quietly. “You can touch me whenever you want, Keno.”

“Yeah?”

Etna nods. “Yeah. Including when I sleep.”

“Anywhere?” I ask, trailing my hand down the imagined happy trail until I get to the edge of the blanket.

“Anywhere,” he confirms.

Adjusting myself so I can lean over him, I kiss him. Slow and intimately. I can feel how tired he is, even as his arms come up to pull me closer.

“Ready to fool around?” Etnas asks.

“You don’t want to sleep more?”

“I can sleep after. A good orgasm is the best way to sleep.”

I grin. He’s not wrong. “So, I douched, and I have thoughts about it, but I don’t think they’re very appetizing right before sexy time, so we’re going to save those for later.”

Etna laughs. “Noted.”

“How about I suck your balls, and you finger my hole? We can swap off later. Once you’ve had another nap and get to enjoy the experience of cleaning your hole.”

He laughs again. “Okay.”

Kissing his lips once more, I move down his body, shoving the blanket away to reveal a dick ready for attention. I smirk as I get between his legs. He spreads them for me, and I hunker down, lying on my stomach with my feet in the air like I’m a kid ready to play a video game.

“Have you had your balls sucked before?” I ask, then give the base of his dick a lick.

He grins. “Yeah. From what I understand, guys either go wild for it or it’s just meh. There’s some in between, but the girl who liked to suck my balls said I was closer to the ‘ go wild ’ side, but I didn’t scream and jump out of my skin.”

I laugh. “Good to know.”

“You?”

I shake my head. “Nope. I’m not as worldly as you, I guess.”

“You just didn’t meet a girl who is fascinated with balls. I might not have realized they existed until her. It was awesome at first because it’s good orgasms, but her obsession was a little… disturbing. I was pretty sure she’d have liked to cut my balls off and keep them as her own.”

My balls twitch in response, making me flinch. “Yeah, no. I’m keeping them right where they’re at.”

Etna nods. “Yep. I could tell you more, but I’ll save it for a late-night story.”

Chuckling, I turn my attention to his sac. I’ve never had my face this close to a man’s crotch before. Obviously, Etna excluded. But even then, not from this angle. It’s… interesting seeing them this close.

“You okay down there?” Etna asks.

I flash him a grin. “Yeah. Just looking.”

“And?”

“Balls are weird. That’s all. I’ve never been this close to them before. I’m really glad you’re smooth down here. I don’t relish a mouth full of hair.”

“Hair makes me itchy,” Etna says. “As soon as I turned eighteen, I started laser hair removal. I don’t have to go often anymore.”

“I just take a razor to my balls.”

Etna laughs. “Yeah, that was far too threatening for me. I’d rather expose myself to some rando and have them use technology on my junk.”

“This is some sexy foreplay talk,” I muse and push his legs wider, enjoying the way he chuckles. And also enjoying how his dick is still so fucking hard.

Taking a breath, I lean in and… hesitate. I know he’s clean. I washed his balls myself a couple hours ago. There’s no ball sweat here. Is this even necessary?

Closing my eyes, I dive in, sucking his left nut into my mouth and closing around it. It fucking moves. Like jumps or some shit. I jerk in response and my eyes open wide. Etna is watching me with such heat in his eyes, I can feel it moving down my body.

Taking a breath through my nose, I give him an experimental suck. He inhales sharply and then groans. His head falls back. I suck again and his groan is louder this time. More pronounced.

He really does like this. Ignoring the weirdness of having his testicle in my mouth, I decide I’m going to suck it like a lollipop.

Etna’s body arches. His hands drop, one wrapping around his cock and the other pressing against the top of my head. Unsure if that’s a good thing or not, I let him go and pick my head up. “You okay?”

His release of breath is loud. “Yeah. Sorry.”

“So this is your brand of wild. I see.”

When his eyes meet mine, they’re so filled with lust that I shudder. Swallowing, I drop back to his balls and take his right one in my mouth again. I’m channeling the god Hoover . I suck him like my life depends on it.

I’m not sure if his warning was necessary. I love Etna coming undone. He’s not screaming as he said he wouldn’t, but he is loud. His moans are erotic and intoxicating, making me heady. His hand moves over his dick quickly.

His body arches, his jaw is tense. I can see the veins in his neck as his muscles tighten. “Fuck. I’m going to come. Keno, I’m going to come.”

I release his right nut and return to his left. I’m rewarded with a choked shout, his hand moving rapidly over his dick.

“Keno,” he warns.

I concentrate on sucking him as I watch. Sure enough, my man explodes all over. It’s like a hose, shooting up his chest. I’m slightly transfixed since it hasn’t been that long since he got off. Ohh… he really likes his nuts sucked. Good to know, I’m storing this information for later. Also can’t wait to see what it feels like if his reaction is anything to go on.

When he’s done, I let his ball fall from my mouth. He’s panting, his chest heaving. I grin like I just scored an impressive goal on the ice because, yep, I made him come undone like that. With nothing but my mouth. I’m good.

I reach for the box of tissues beside the bed and clean him up before lying beside him. He’s already falling asleep again as he pulls me close. “Report. Did you hate it?”

“No, but to be fair, I was far too busy watching your reaction, so I barely registered what I was doing. I will say that it’s a very strange… object to have in my mouth. I’m reminded of an egg, though I’m not entirely sure why.”

Etna laughs sleepily. “Give me a minute and your hole is next.”

“Uh-huh,” I say and snuggle in beside him, pulling the blankets up. “Just go to sleep, Etna. We have our entire lives to get off and do all the gay stuff.”

“Just five more minutes,” he murmurs.

He’s asleep in one.

Etna’s phone ringing wakes us. The sun is down, but it’s only six. He groggily rolls over, blindly reaching for his phone.

“’Ello.” He listens. “Yes. That’s awesome. How much?” Pause. “Woah. Okay, cool. Can we stop in tomorrow?” Another lengthy pause. “’Kay. Thanks.”

He falls back on the bed and looks at me. “My house sold. For $60,000 over asking.”

My eyes widen. “Well, fuck.”

Etna nods. “He also said there’s a house across the lake that’s fixing to be listed that we might be interested in. He’s going to show us the listing tomorrow when I sign for my house.”

I sigh. “Finally.”

He hums. “Hey, did I tell you? Eddy apologized. She says she’s afraid that me marrying you means I’ll never come home. That’s why she was upset.”

I roll onto my side and look at him with concern. “Why would she think that?”

Etna scooches closer, shifting so he can press his face into my chest. I smile, running my fingers through his hair and curling down to kiss his forehead. “Because I’m a shit brother and stopped calling her when you were traded.”

“You ever get the feeling everyone knew we were together long before we did?” I muse.

He huffs. “Yes. More and more. But yeah. I apologized for being a shit brother and she apologized for being a bitch. She also agreed to be my best man girl person.”

I laugh. “Good. Oh, we should choose who gets who. Rock paper scissors?”

Etna snorts. “Fine. For Hilt first. Ready?”

We hold our fists out and count. “One, two, three.”

I have rock and Etna has scissors. “I win Hilt.”

“Julian. Ready?”

Etna has rock and I have paper. Grinning, I say, “I also get Julian.”

“That means I get Horny. This worked out easily enough.”

I wiggle back down so I’m flush with Etna, our faces aligned. Our limbs tangle around each other and I sigh. There’s simply nowhere I’d rather be than right here.