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Dominic

One month later…

I put the top back on the cat feeder, and look down at CP who is, in cat language, glaring at me.

“You know how it works, CP. You get your food at the designated times, and that’s it.”

He turns to give me his ass, his tail lifting high and I think that’s a big fuck you. Well, back at you, cat.

“Are you ready?” Mikah calls from upstairs. I look up, waiting for him to emerge, but he doesn’t.

I put the bag of cat food back in the pantry, making sure the door is shut all the way so CP can’t get inside, then leave the kitchen and move toward the stairs. “Hate to break it to you, but you’re the one still up there.”

“I’m going as fast as I can!”

“Well, go faster!” I call back, laughing .

When Mikah moved in with me last year, we disappeared for a few weeks, just fucking and loving one another. We took the time to get to know one another better and talk about the life we want to build. I’ve always loved that I can talk to Mikah. That was never the issue. It’s his thoughts that are the problem, and him communicating things he’s worried about. But he’s been working on that, and each day gets better. He grows more confident and gets more comfortable with himself.

But sitting down to make plans and organize? That shit is so easy. Always has been. So, we came up with a plan—for work and our personal lives.

Our content is 95% just us. Mikah quit BTL and everything we do is fully independent now. We do a mix of what we were known for and have made a shit ton of money from that alone. But what’s gotten us off the ground is the naked baking content. Yeah, we went with that, and it’s been a hit. Every week, we shoot a new video. We make a new recipe, sometimes stuff we find online, sometimes stuff that’s suggested to us, and we do it naked. It always ends in sex—well, sometimes sex happens in between, too. But people love it.

And because of Mikah’s brilliant idea, we’re up for an award with MAIF. Yes, we were both invited this year and are in the category for Most Creative Content. I think we have a high chance of winning. It’s where we should be heading now, if Mikah would hurry his ass up.

I get coming back from vacation mode isn’t easy. After the wedding, we stayed in Kauai for a month, just enjoying our lives and being together. We had a quick visit from Storm because he was struggling with his boyfriend, but I think they’re better now. At least, I hope they are because we have plans to travel with them soon. So yeah, getting back into having to do things isn’t easy since we’ve spent so much time with no schedule and no responsibilities. But we need to make it to this award ceremony.

“Mikah!” I call out. “Let’s go!”

“I’m coming!”

“You will be later,” I respond.

He rolls his eyes when he hits the steps, and I grip onto the banister, so I don’t fall. Fuck, he looks so good I could eat him.

“You are the sexiest husband on the planet,” I say when he reaches me, grabbing his arms and pulling him to me so I can kiss him.

“Still not used to that,” he comments, sighing.

I chuckle, because I agree. It’s still weird saying I have a husband. But weird in the best way, because I wouldn’t change a thing.

Marriage life is… well, so far, it’s the same as it was before, outside of his name change and the legal stuff. But we were already living together, working together, and I adopted CP, so not much is different. Other than me being able to call him my husband now, which we both love.

A car horn sounds outside. “Just on time,” I comment.

“See, you were yelling at me for nothing,” Mikah says cockily .

The limo takes us to the airport, and the whole thing is so familiar. My nerves are a mess because of the plane ride. Still not a fan of those. But I’m also antsy because of the reminder of what happened last year. Things are different now, I know that, but the last time we were in Vegas was terrible. I’m hoping this year we can make new memories and erase all the bad ones. Happy memories. Sexy memories. Vegas is the sort of place we could have a really fun time in.

We aren’t on the plane with Gerard this year, which has nothing to do with him not wanting to be, but that he’s in jail. I knew the guy was a prick, but I was shocked when I learned he was arrested for domestic violence against Stella. She and Diana made amends and have made quite a few videos together, which do amazing since people support them for the sole fact they got away from Gerard. They’ve donated a percentage of the money they made from the videos to help domestic violence survivors.

On the plane with us are a handful of guys who are a lot younger than me. Some of them don’t even look old enough to drink, but you don’t have to be twenty-one to make adult content. Kinda weird, honestly, but I don’t make the rules.

I sort of recognize a few people, I think. MAIF added a ton of new categories this year, so there will be even more people in attendance. They even changed venues to hold more people.

The flight is smooth, the limo ride is full of excitement and comradery. We share small talk about who we are and what we do, and it turns out a lot of them know who we are and were shy to speak to us on the plane. Which I find hilarious but also flattering. Shy to talk to me and my husband when they get paid to fuck?

When we get to the hotel where the ceremony is taking place, Mikah and I are ushered down the carpet together, photographed together, and interviewed together. They’re calling us the industry’s sexiest couple, which is fucking awesome . I’ll enjoy that while I can. Mikah is already sick of all the attention, since he doesn’t like living in the light, but he does it for me. And tolerating some of it isn’t awful—so he says. I think he secretly likes it but doesn’t want to tell me.

He’s worked so hard on his issues and finding ways for us to communicate in a healthy way. Yes, we still have disagreements, and he still has his bad days, as do I. But that’s life; it’s not perfect, and we’re only human. Our life together is as perfect as I could have hoped for, though. I can’t be prouder of how far he’s come, and I tell him that every damn day so he doesn’t forget. Usually it’s after I’m done fucking him.

All in all, life is fucking good. I’ve got everything I need, everything I could want, and it’s all thanks to my sexy neighbor who pretended to hate me, when really, he loved the hell out of me.

Mika h

Standing up on stage, getting an award for people seeing me and my husband make naked baking content, is surreal.

I never thought I would be here. Not the award, not the husband—none of it.

As we walked up on stage, the big screen flashed through the photos we first did together. The ones for the calendar. We have those hanging up in our house, along with the calendar that stays on April all year long—since that’s the month our photo was paired with.

I started off this journey not wanting people to see my face. I liked being in the shadows while having the freedom to do my thing and make money. Then that all changed because of someone stealing my identity and causing me to spiral—neither of those things have been an issue over the last year, thankfully.

As much as I struggle with the way I was, if it weren’t for any of that, I never would have gone over to talk to Dominic. I never would have put my pride aside and asked him to work with me. We never would have fallen in love and gotten married. We wouldn’t be here, standing on a stage and accepting an award together. The entire thing is kind of funny now that I look back on it.

The lights are bright, the room quiet as Dominic leans toward the microphone.

“None of this would be possible without my husband,” Dominic says into the microphone, but turns his gaze on me. “I love you, baby,” he says, causing everyone in the place to applaud and cheer .

The amount of support we have gotten as a gay couple making adult content is crazy. I never thought so many people would appreciate us normalizing this sort of thing. Of course we don’t look at it that way. We’re just trying to live our lives the best way we know how. Together, doing things we enjoy. And we enjoy the hell out of sex and making money off it.

“Thank you, everyone. I can’t tell you how much this means to me,” I say into the microphone next.

And because Dominic is who he is, he grabs my face and kisses me passionately for all to see. The crowd goes absolutely insane this time. I laugh against his lips, knowing exactly what he’s doing. Being an ass, because that’s who he is. He’s staking claim to me, as if he doesn’t do it enough. He does it every chance he gets. I love it.

We make our way off the stage and enjoy the rest of the ceremony. I can’t stop smiling, proud of how far we’ve come, both individually and together.

“I can’t believe we won this,” I say quietly, running my fingers along the statue.

“We’re going to put it next to my other ones,” Dominic says proudly, and I roll my eyes. He brings those up every chance he gets, to anyone who will listen.

When the ceremony is done, we go with a small group of creators to a club, just like we did last year. Only this year, everything is different. We drink, we dance, we laugh, and we sing. We enjoy the night together, and I don’t think it could have gone better .

We leave the club together, in the early hours of the morning when the sun is coming up and walk back to our hotel with some of the people we came with. Hell if I remember their names right now. With no sleep and nothing but alcohol for the last twelve hours? I’m surprised I still know my own name. But how could I forget that I’m now Mr. Mikah Blake?

The hotel isn’t far, and we get up to our room without an issue. I drop onto the bed, ready for sleep, but of course Dominic has other plans. He’s tugging on my pants, and just the thought of him being inside me has me hard.

“Still so eager for me. Even now,” he comments.

“Always,” I say, undoing the buttons on my shirt.

I don’t even get it off before Dominic is shoving his dick into my mouth. He jerks me off while I give him a messy blow job, and before I come, he gets me off the bed, completely naked, and fucks me against the tall window as I look out at the city. If anyone looked up here, they’d see us, but it’s okay. People see us all the time. In fact, this isn’t the first time he’s done this and if we got kicked out… that wouldn’t be the first time either. We were asked to move hotels while in Kauai, which is something we still laugh about.

A year ago, I wouldn’t dream of doing something like this. Now? I only care about the important things. I refuse to let my negative thoughts get in the way. The person I have to thank for that is my asshole neighbor who was sure from the very beginning that I didn’t really hate him. How right he was…

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Crown Jewels by TL Hodel.