“I got you a new toothbrush; it’s on the sink. I didn’t even open the package.”
I smile. “Love you, JJ,” I murmur against his lips.
“Love you more,” he replies.
“Impossible,” I argue happily, tightening my grip around his neck, unwilling to let him go just yet. “How was your day?”
“Soooo long,” he complains. “I had a ton of minor injuries or illnesses and then ended up with two car accidents. No fatalities at least, but it was exhausting. Yours?”
“Hectic, but Seb really stepped up and made it bearable.”
“Good, I’m glad. We should have him over for dinner again sometime soon.”
“That’d be nice. Oh, by the way, are you on the schedule for next weekend?”
Jonah scrunches his face as he thinks about it for a few seconds before shaking his head.
“No, I don’t think so. I’m almost positive next weekend is my one weekend off this month.”
“Seb invited us to go to Pride with him.”
“Oh.” He seems surprised. “We’ve never gone to Pride. That could be fun though, right?”
“I thought it might be. Even if we hate it, it’s just a wasted afternoon.”
“That’s true,” he agrees. “Okay, let me double check that I’m not on call or anything and if not, I’m in.”
“Sounds good.” I crane my neck and press one more kiss to his lips. “Now I’m going to go get changed and then why don’t we order from the Indian place you love?”
“Yeah?” his eyes light up.
“Yeah. Go get comfortable on the couch and pick out a movie or two, and after I order dinner, I’ll join you.”
“You’re the best.”
“I know.” I reach around and pinch his ass playfully, and he lets out a surprised yelp before pressing his lower half closer to mine, so I can feel his erection growing. “No distracting me. Go.”
Jonah
I head into the living room and settle on the couch like Lars told me to. Some people over the years have found our relationship odd, but it works for us. Lars is a natural leader, and I’ve always been a follower. Don’t get me wrong, I can run a code like nobody’s business, but when I’m out of the hospital, I much prefer to let Lars handle all the little decisions and things for me. I think what confuses people most is that by appearances alone, most people assume I’m the more dominant, for lack of a better word, partner. I’m nearly twice Lars’ weight and more than a head taller than he is. Granted, I do top more often than not, but that does not mean I’m the one in control.
When I was younger, before I got together with Lars, I thought maybe I was a submissive and that’s why my sex life had been entirely meh. I even went as far as joining a fetish dating app and checking out a kink club. It became obvious very quickly I was in over my head. A little spanking and light bondage might be interesting, but the stuff some of the Doms wanted? Shudder. So not for me. Then, Lars and I got together, and the whole idea sort of fell by the wayside in favor of falling head over heels with my best friend.
“Dinner is on its way,” Lars says, joining me in the living room, now more comfortable in a pair of sweats and one of my t-shirts that’s entirely too big on him. I grab him by the arm and tug him down beside me, making him laugh and squirm as I nibble and lick his neck playfully. “Ugh, you’re slobbering all over me like a Saint Bernard,” he complains through his fit of laughter.
“I downloaded Ocean’s Eleven to watch,” I tell him once I finish mauling him. “It’s got your boyfriend in it.”
Lars rolls his eyes at me and pinches my side.
“Oh my god, I make one comment about George Clooney being hot and you’re never going to let it go. Everyone thinks he’s hot, it’s not just me.”
“Meh,” I shrug. “I’ll take Brad Pitt over George any day.”
“That’s fine, you can put whoever you want on your celebrity sex list, and I can have whoever I want on mine.”
It drives Lars crazy to start and stop a movie. So, I wait to hit play while we wait for our food to be delivered, opting instead to put my head on his shoulder and relax, closing my eyes contentedly as he runs his fingers through my hair, and we talk more about everything and nothing, like we always do.
When the food comes, Lars answers the door and then takes everything to the kitchen to dish up, returning a few minutes later with two full plates.
“You spoil me,” I say happily, accepting the plate he offers me.
“Gotta keep that monster dick of yours on lockdown,” he jokes, kissing the top of my head before settling back down beside me.
I start the movie, and we both dig in.
After we finish eating, I take our plates to the kitchen and hurry back, so I don’t miss anything. Not that I haven’t seen this movie a dozen times.
Back in the living room, Lars has removed the back cushions of the couch to make it deep enough for us to lay down and cuddle while we finish the movie. He’s already laying down, so I climb in behind him to be the big spoon, loving the way his body fits so perfectly against mine. His round, squishy ass wiggles back until it’s snug against my rising cock. I press my nose to the back of his neck and breathe him in as I rock my hips, so he can feel my erection against his ass.
“We’re watching a movie,” he scolds, but there’s a slight breathlessness in his voice that tells me he’s hoping I’ll persuade him.
I graze my teeth against the nape of his neck and feel his entire body shiver against mine, his ass pressing back harder. Snaking my hand under his shirt, I drag my fingers along the light dusting of hair bisecting his belly and up to his chest.
In the past year, he’s mentioned a few times that he really needs to get back to the gym like he used to. When we first started dating, we were twenty-five and both in great shape. Ten years later, we’re not in bad shape, but we’re both certainly a bit softer in physique than we were back then. I keep telling him he’s still sexy as fuck, and I’ll tell him that every day for the rest of our lives, even when we’re both gray, wrinkled, and flabby.
“So sexy,” I murmur against his ear before scraping my teeth over the lobe.
“Such a charmer when you’re trying to get laid,” he teases weakly. I give his nipple a slight pinch for that comment, and Lars gasps. “Watch it, two can play that game,” he warns and my cock throbs. I’d be more than happy to let Lars get a little rough with me in bed, but he’s never shown much interest in anything like that in the past.
“Bring it on, baby,” I rumble, dragging my hand from his chest down to his pants and sneaking under the waistband. “Mmm, no underwear. Someone was pretty confident he was going to get some tonight.”
“Yeah, my boyfriend’s a pretty sure thing.”
“Lucky you,” I joke.
Lars turns his head, his eyes meeting mine, so full of love it knocks the breath right out of my lungs.
“The luckiest,” he agrees.
I bend my head to claim his lips in a kiss, at the same time wrapping my hand around his cock. I swallow his gasps and moans greedily as I stroke him exactly how he likes it— long, slow strokes up and fast strokes back down. He grinds his ass against my cock, making me leak in my boxers.
“You want to fuck, or do you want to come like this?” I check when his movements become more desperate and his cries grow louder.
“Like this,” he pants, thrusting himself into my fist. “I’m close, I’m close, harder,” he begs, and I give him what he wants, tightening my grip and jerking him faster until I feel his cock pulse in my grasp, hot seed coating my hand.
He whines and whimpers, his hips twitching as he rides out the waves of his orgasm. I pepper kisses against his cheek and neck while I wait for him to come down. When he sighs and sags against me, I pull my hand out of his pants and lift my hand to my mouth to lick his cum off my hand. Lars peeks a tired eye open to watch me, a little smile on his lips.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you,” he assures
me after a few seconds. “Just catching my breath.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I hold him close, my body relaxing and my erection flagging slightly as my attention turns back to the movie for the time being. My eyelids start to droop, feeling the rise and fall of Lars’ back against my chest slowing. When he rolls off the couch, it jolts me back to full consciousness, opening my eyes to watch as he situates himself on his knees.
“Pull your dick out.”
I roll my eyes. “God, you’re such a romantic,” I complain good naturedly while doing exactly as he said.
I give my half hard cock a few slow strokes to bring it back to full attention while Lars watches with hungry eyes, licking his lips.
I’m still laying on my side, but the angle seems to work just fine for him. He descends on my cock without hesitation, wrapping his lips around my head and lapping at the precum trickling from my slit. A moan rumbles from my chest, and I tangle my fingers in his hair.
I try to thrust forward but he puts a hand on my hip to stop me, his eyes sparkling with mischief and his tongue flicking teasingly along my sensitive head as I whine in frustration. He sucks and bobs his head slightly, only taking me in an inch or two and continuously slurping up my precum as it drips onto his tongue. I try to thrust deeper again, and he pulls back even more so he’s barely holding me in his mouth.
“Oh my god, you’re so mean,” I groan.
He laughs, and the sound vibrates down my cock and settles in my balls. I groan again, knowing better now than to try to move things along, because clearly, we’re playing a game tonight where he’s going to torture me until I give up all control to him. And that only makes my cock harder.
Feeling my body relax, Lars takes more of me in, tracing his tongue along each pulsing vein circling my shaft and moaning happily as my head drags along the roof of his mouth. I flex my fingers in his hair, calling on all of my self-control to hold still so he’ll have mercy on me.
He bobs his head faster, and I shout when he finally swallows me down, his nose buried in my mass of ginger pubes and his throat constricting around my shaft.
“Laaaaars,” I moan his name long and low, heat rising from the pit of my stomach and filling my entire body.
He palms my sack, rolling my balls in his hand as he draws back and takes me deep over and over again. My muscles are burning with the effort of holding still, but there’s an odd thrill to the game that has me flying high, even before my orgasm crashes over me. And when it finally does, I come harder than I’ve come in my life, my vision whiting out around the edges as my cock spasms in Lars’ throat, his tongue continuing to stroke along the pulsing vein on the underside of my shaft, drawing my orgasm out until I’m boneless and my balls are drained.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he says once he releases me, his voice husky from the abuse.
“But the movie isn’t over,” I point out sleepily.
“We’ll finish it later. Come on,” he insists, taking my hand and pulling me up off the couch, my pants still pushed down and my damp, spent cock hanging out. Rather than pull them up, I push them the rest of the way down, leaving my pants and underwear in a pile next to the couch before shuffling to the bedroom.
Lars grumbles at the mess I leave but doesn’t say anything. I’m certain when I wake up in the morning, those clothes will be in the hamper where they belong. My man is too good to me.
“Love you, night,” I murmur as I crawl into bed and let my head fall heavy against the pillow.
“Love you,” Lars answers, flicking off the light and climbing in after me, wrapping his smaller body around me from behind, lulling me to sleep.
Chapter 4
Lars
I tug on my new t-shirt— black with Love in rainbow colors— and glance over my shoulder to see Jonah donning his shirt as well. He decided to go with something a little flashier: a glittery tank top with a rainbow on the front. Then, he drags his favorite pair of black cargo shorts on, and I take a moment to enjoy the way they hang on his perky ass.
“Thank you,” Jonah says cheekily.
“I didn’t say anything,” I point out with a smirk.
“Your eyes said it all,” he assures me. “You don’t think the glitter is too much?” he asks, reaching for a little tube of glitter eyeshadow he also picked up when we went shopping.
“From what Seb told me, even if you drench yourself in glitter, we’ll still probably be the tamest dressed people there.”
He smiles and turns to face the mirror, clumsily applying the eyeshadow. For never having put on makeup before, he does a decent job and looks pretty hot in all honesty.
The doorbell rings, and I leave Jonah to finish up while I go let Seb in.
If anything, Seb undersold his outfit when he described it. In addition to the angel wings and rainbow hair, his bare abs have “Pride” written on them in rainbow colors as well. And his white shorts leave very little to the imagination.
“Are you even wearing any underwear?”
“You don’t wear underwear with shorts like these, Doc. Panty lines would absolutely ruin the look.”
“I can see the entire outline of your dick. I’ve never once wondered if you were circumcised, but I now know the answer.”
Seb waggles his eyebrows at me.
“Like what you see? Because I’d totally be up for a three-way with you and your big, ginger teddy bear.”
“Lay a hand on my man and I will rip your arm off,” Jonah calls out a friendly warning from the bathroom, and I can’t help but smile as Seb pouts.
“Just sayin’, the offer is there.”
“Thanks, but I think we’ll pass.”
Seb shrugs and then takes it upon himself to head to the kitchen and grab a can of soda from the fridge.
We sit down at the table and bitch about work for a few minutes until Jonah finally emerges in full makeup, ready to go.
“Ooo, you look sexy as fuck,” Seb says appreciatively.
“Hey,” I complain, standing up from the table and going to my man. “That’s my line.” I tilt my head up and smile up at him. “You look sexy as fuck.”
“Thank you.” He presses a brief kiss to my lips, leaving me sticky with lip gloss even from the brief contact. “I’ve decided I’m definitely not a makeup regularly kind of guy, but it might be fun to break out on another special occasion in the future.”
“Anything that makes you happy.” I reach down and link our hands before turning back to Seb. “Ready to go?”
“Yup,” he agrees, letting out a loud belch and tossing his empty can into the recycling bin beside the counter.
“Need a drink or anything before we head out?” I check with Jonah, and he shakes his head. “Okay, then, let’s roll.”
Jonah
The street is crawling with all kinds of people— laughing, shouting, and as Lars predicted, dressed in some very interesting outfits. I’ve never been big on crowds, which is why the idea of Pride has never held much of an appeal to me. Standing outside in the middle of July, surrounded by hundreds of people? Pass. But what I didn’t expect was the infectious energy flowing through the crowd. It’s the kind of thing someone can’t describe to you, it has to be felt. It puts a huge smile on my face, and I know without a doubt that this will become a yearly event for us.
Lars gives my hand a little squeeze, and I glance over at him to find him smiling just as widely as I am.
“Would you two stop staring at each other like lovesick fools and help me scope out my options?” Seb complains, and I chuckle, forcing my gaze away from Lars’ with great effort.
“Just wait until you find someone to get all gooey over, I’m never going to stop giving you shit about it,” Lars says.
“Oh, I’m planning to find a man to get gooey over, that’s what I’m asking you two to help me with. There are too many options here to narrow it down.”
I laugh again but start looking around for any likely victims for the feisty lit
tle slut to drag back to his apartment tonight.
My breath catches when my eyes land on the group standing a few yards away from us. My heart gives an odd stutter that I swear I’ve only experienced the first time Lars and I kissed. At first, I wonder if it’s one of the guys drawing my attention, but it only takes me a few seconds to realize it’s not the guys, it’s how they’re dressed.
“Meh, not into puppies,” Seb says, following my gaze and giving a dismissive wave to the group of men.
“Yeah, it’s kind of weird, right?” Lars agrees, and I feel like the air is being punched out of my lungs. The strange happy flutter in my stomach dies a painful death as I tear my eyes away from the group and force a smile.
“Weird,” I agree weakly, licking my now dry lips and trying hard not to look at them again and not to analyze the feelings their outfits brought out in me.
“Ooo, now there’s a man worth my time,” Seb coos, spotting a tall, thickly muscled man a few yards away, wearing leather pants and a harness. “If you two will excuse me.”
“That guy looks like he can handle himself, but I still have a feeling he’s not going to know what hit him when Seb gets his hands on him,” Lars comments as we watch Seb walk away.
“Yeah, well, thoughts and prayers,” I agree sarcastically.
“Everything okay? Are you having fun?”
“Yeah, just getting a little hot,” I lie, still trying to shake whatever it is those puppies made me feel.
“Why didn’t you say anything? Let’s go get you some water, and we’ll find a shadier place to hang out for a little while.”
Thoughtful and perfect as he always is, my man leads me toward the nearest open food store selling water and snacks and then makes me hang out in the air conditioning for ten minutes until I swear I’m feeling better, and I really am. At least I am until we step outside, and I see the puppies again.
The whole group of them is standing off to the side, just outside the shop as we exit, and my steps falter. One of the men is dressed in a dog mask with a black leather harness on his chest, and a pair of underwear with a bone on the ass and the word woof printed inside the bone. He’s naked aside from that, but honestly, that’s not the part that shocks or draws my attention, he’s hardly the least dressed person in the crowd. It’s the joy shining in his eyes as he wiggles and starts to wrestle with another man dressed similarly. It’s the absolute inhibition as he lets out a happy bark like he doesn’t have a care in the world, and it’s the way the man holding his leash smiles at him with warmth and love.
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