by Kaylee, Katy
“Don’t come downstairs!” Smiling at the slight panic in his tone, I stepped out of the tub to grab my towel off the bar. The bathroom door was open, and I paused when the faint sound of glass shattering surged up the stairs. “Fuck- everything’s fine! I got this! Just stay up there!”
“What are you doing?” Wrapping my towel around myself, I stepped carefully towards the sink, and I caught my reflection’s gaze. Reaching up to caress the wrinkles around my eyes and mouth, I pursed my lips thin. Opening the cabinet, I grabbed my face wash before Ryan answered from downstairs.
“It’s a surprise. Just- stay upstairs. I’ll come get you.” My smile widened as I braced my arms on the sides of the sink. “Don’t you trust me? You always like my surprises.”
“… Should I put clothes on, or is this surprise just going to make them fly off?” Excitement and expectation warmed my chest, and Ryan’s laugh tickled my ears. Leaning back to scratch the underside of my breast absently, I popped the top of my face wash with a pleasantness tingling my fingertips.
“Ah- no, probably not.” I washed my face slowly as Ryan gave up all pretense of trying to be quiet, and my mind whirred with scenarios. Twisting the faucet on, I rinsed before I heard him coming up the stairs, and he poked his head into the bathroom with a wry smile. “Sorry- I didn’t mean to interrupt your bath, Gwen.”
“I was going to get out, anyway. So- what’s this surprise?” Drying my face, I giggled when Ryan held out his hand, and his eyes scanned me from top to bottom. My fingers slid along his warm palm, and I stepped out of the bathroom to dig my toes into the carpeted hallway. Thrill labored my breaths, and my heart thudded hard in its cage as he led me towards the stairs.
“It’s a couple of things, actually. I hung out with Thomas again today, and he didn’t mention you at all. I think that’s a step up- that’s twice now that he’s been actively trying to have a substantial conversation.” My brows lifted at that, and my smile turned tender as Ryan glanced over his shoulder with pride in his eye. “I think that talk the week before last really got through to him.”
“Good- he’s got a good friend in you, Ryan.”
“The other thing- you know how I went to audition for that Bruce Willis movie…? Well- I got it.” Nearly flying off my face, my eyebrow hairs stood up as my smile widened, but Ryan whipped around to hold up his free hand. “Also- that third thing… I know it’s a little late- but… Happy Dwynwen Day.”
“Happy what?” Prickles raced down my spine, and my brain worked frantically to try to figure out exactly what Dwynwen Day was. Ryan turned beet red, and he chuckled awkwardly as we moved towards the stairs. My eyes flew to the living room, just beyond the spokes, to widen in shock. “What’s going on?”
“Uh- well, it’s hard to really explain it since I Americanized the fuck out of this…” The guilt in his tone was overshadowed by sheepishness, and I tightened my grip on his hand as we reached the bottom of the stairs. A bottle of sparkling grape juice sat on my coffee table next to two glasses, and two, little, lavender candles on either side. In front of the display was a rather large, flat box, and I couldn’t tear my eyes off it as Ryan sat me down on the sofa. “I honestly felt a little bad because I didn’t really read up on it- but, anyway. It’s like Valentine’s Day for the Welsh. I thought we could celebrate it since Valentine’s Day was kinda a mess.”
“What? Read up on what?” Ryan burned up to his ears, and he rocked back to cover the top half of his face at my confusion. “I don’t understand- Valentine’s Day wasn’t a mess, Ryan- I don’t even think I can pronounce this…”
“Okay- forget that, then. I just thought we could have a second Valentine’s Day because- for no particular reason, I guess. Close your eyes.” My eyelids fluttered automatically, and I rolled my lips between my teeth as Ryan released my hand. Blood pounded in my ears, and he heaved a breath overly loud to tighten my throat. “I suck ass at this, but I wanted to do it myself.”
“How long did you plan this?”
“Uh- a few days, maybe… I was going to wait for your birthday, but we’ve already screwed up Christmas, Tax Day, and Valentine’s Day, so I thought ‘why wait?’.” Giggling nervously, I tensed when Ryan set the long, light box on my lap, and the tension was palpable in the air. “Open your eyes.”
“Oh-“ My eyes widened, heart stuttering, and my breath caught as tears clung to my eyelashes to obscure my vision. Sitting in the box, on a cushion, was a really badly carved spoon, and I reached to touch it with trembling fingers. The wheel was easily made out, but the entire thing was wonky; honestly, it looked unfinished, and I didn’t even know what it was.
“I read on Wikipedia that the wheel represents support, and the lock is for security-“ Blinking hard as Ryan pointed these things out that looked nothing like he’d described, I clenched my jaw as my chest tightened. “In my defense, I had never done anything like this before, and I think it came out pretty good. It’s called a lovespoon, and it’s a tradition in Wales and Norway and some other places.”
“It’s be- beautiful, Ryan…” Peering down through my tears, I reached the bottom of the handle, and the ladle part of the piece was so much smaller than it should be. Sniffling hard, I cried a laugh as I traced the deep, almost triangular shape. “It’s amazing.”
“I wanted to do something for you so you always know how much I love you, Gwen. I’m gunna be in a movie with Bruce fucking Willis, right… and you have your restaurant to manage. I don’t want these busy lives to separate us.” Tearing my eyes off the spoon, my breath caught beyond the lump in my throat as Ryan’s words wiggled into the deep crevices of my brain. “You know that, right? I love you, Gwen. I don’t expect you to say it, but that’s okay. I can wait… and, even if you can’t ever say it, it won’t really matter.”
The gravity dragging down his features warped by my tears, and I hiccupped a shallow breath. Shakily setting the box back on the table, I scooted the short distance between us to wrap my arms around him. My towel fell away, but, in this moment, we transcended physical, and my soul flared to life. His tense muscles rippled under his skin, and he buried his face in my neck as his arms gathered me up in a powerful bear hug.
Gwen
“You’re such a nasty, little slut- fuck…” Kissing down Ryan’s sculpted chest, I licked the pool off grape juice that gathered between his abs with a moan. “I should’ve gotten some more stuff.”
“I have stuff…” Mumbling as my chin rubbed raw against his happy trail, I couldn’t help but smile at his low, enthusiastic groan. Hoisting myself off my sofa, my legs trembled on the way to the kitchen, and a sweet sort of euphoria gripped my heart in a vice. Disbelief clouded my mind, and I couldn’t figure out if I’d fallen into a stress coma or if this was real.
I hoped it was real. That stupid spoon is so friggen adorable. Ryan had obviously put a lot of time and effort into that spoon, and it was like getting a present from a 5-year-old; it was so cute because it was so ugly, but it was incredibly thoughtful and sweet.
“Uh-“ Popping open the refrigerator, I peered inside to grab Ryan’s attention, and he grunted from the living room. “I have… left-over fried chicken… some spaghetti in sauce-“
“Is it bone-in chicken?”
“No- they’re tenders.” Any skepticism I had about Ryan dismissing my especially-not-sexy foods disappeared when he told me to bring them both. My perpetual smile widened, and I held both the containers under my arm as my heart filled to bursting. “You do know the normal thing to do is use frosting or strawberries or something- fried chicken and spaghetti is kind of weird.”
“If you think about it, it’s genius.” Emerging into the living room, I giggled at Ryan’s unperturbed tone, and he sat up to send juice streaming down his chest and onto the cushions. “I’m serious- I’m gunna feed you spaghetti, and then, I’m gunna fuck your face before you swallow. How awesome is that gunna feel?”
“And the fried chicken?” Throwing his legs over the front of the sofa, Ryan gripped my hi
ps as I straddled him, and need rampaged through my veins. Popping open the container of spaghetti, I ground against his half-hard cock, and excitement trilled down my spine when he shot me a ‘duh’ look.
“Cold fried chicken is the best fried chicken, baby. I just want to eat some- what else would I do?” Laughing as Ryan squeezed my ass with a hungry groan, I held up a single noodle slathered with sauce. Hot, chapped lips sucked my nipple, and I arched with a gasp at the bizarre eroticism of it. “You’re gunna need a new couch after this, I think.”
“Oh-h yeah…?” Biting down on my bottom lip when Ryan’s gaze flickered up to flare brilliantly, I dangled the noodle on his nose. “We can go pick one out together.”
“It’s a date.” Snapping his teeth at the noodle, he kneaded my breasts hard as I rocked my hips, and a strangled giggle escaped my lips. Slurping the long, stained strand, he licked up my sternum with another groan that filled my ears beautifully. His cock burrowed deep between my folds, and I reached between us to circle his head with my fingertip.
Strong hands squeezed my breasts, and Ryan suckled my nipple between his teeth to send shocks down my spine. Arching into his mouth, I gasped as his cock throbbed, only intensifying the ache in my core. Pinching my other nipple before groping blindly in the open Tupperware, he slathered spaghetti sauce on my chin and lips, and I shivered violently.
“Jesus Christ-“ Panting harshly, Ryan gently tapped my lips to part them, and he dropped noodles into my mouth sloppily. “Suck my cock, Gwen…”
Giggling muffled as I shuffled off him to sit on my knees between his, I took a deep breath as saliva pooled under my tongue. His cock stood tall, flushed dark and desperate, and I pumped the base with a tingling palm. The logistics of sucking him off with a full mouth were eased as he gathered up my hair but didn’t pull or hold taut.
“This is so weird but I can fucking feel it- I’m gunna have the best fucking orgasm of my entire life, baby…” Excitement dribbled from Ryan’s tone, and I hummed as I held his cock straight so nothing fell out of my mouth. His fat rod twitched between my lips, and I swiveled my tongue as I took him down- down- down. The guttural groan that escaped him rolled down my back, and I bopped my head slowly. “Holy fuck- holy fuck-“
Ryan didn’t try to thrust, but he shivered with his effort to hold back. Gazing up at the pure rapture that rippled across his face and strained the muscles in his neck, I cupped his sac to squeeze gingerly. The spaghetti squished against my inner cheeks and the roof of my mouth, and I gulped around the head of his cock. Feminine pride ripped through my chest when he jerked, his lips parting as he gasped, and the hairs on my back stood up.
“Fuck- fuck- it feels so good, baby… make me cum so I can fuck that gorgeous ass-s-s-s… fuck-k-k!” Dipping at his breathless demand, I sucked and tongued his cock as Ryan sputtered. Massaging his sac, my core clenched as my own need dripped down my thighs, and he leaned over me. Pushing my head down, he ground against the roof of my mouth, and I groaned around his glorious cock. Hot cum spurted along my tongue, and he spasmed around my head with a sharp inhale.
“Gulp it down, baby- fuck yes-s-s- fucking swallow all that fucking cum-“ Grinding out the words as he came more than ever before, Ryan thrust his hips up, and I gagged harshly. A noodle slipped down past my tongue, and I choked loudly as my throat flexed wildly. Tugging my head up sharply, his gasp rang in my ears, and I covered my mouth to keep everything inside.
It was a struggle to swallow, but Ryan’s cock didn’t deflate, and he growled in appreciation when my lips parted to pant harshly. Guiding me up into his lap, he kissed me hard, and I moaned when he slapped his cock against my ass cheeks. The head pressed insistently against my puckered hole, and I flung my arms around his neck to hold tight.
I loved this boy- I loved him, even if I couldn’t say it, and I sat back on his girthy length to stretch my back hole wide.
“O- oh-h-h God!” Arching from the pleasure that speared my insides, I whimpered into Ryan’s mouth. His tongue danced against mine, and he gripped my ass cheek with his free hand to thrust hard. “Yeah- yeah- yeah…!”
“-na fucking make you squirt, baby-“ Furiously circling my clit, Ryan cracked his other palm against my ass, and I shuddered violently. Kissing my neck and chest, he leaned back to thrust his clean fingers into my seeping channel, and I gripped his shoulders tightly. Bouncing on his cock, I clenched around his fingers, and he thumbed my nub to intensify the pressure building behind my eyes.
“I’m gunna cum- I’m cumming- I’m cum-min-n-n-g…! Harder! I’m so c- close!” My blubbering ended in a shriek as Ryan spread his legs and thrust, and black spots assaulted my vision. His fingers curled and stroked my undulating walls, and I couldn’t breathe as wave after wave of rapture slammed into me from above. Spasming wildly, I flung my head back as my eyes rolled, my mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Liquid splattered against his abdominals to drip down my legs and soak my sofa, but I didn’t care.
Because I felt good…
“Fuck- you okay, Gwen?” The question pierced my fogged mind, and I flopped my head forward to force my eyelids apart. Prideful concern tilted Ryan’s lips in a smirk, and he stroked my cheek with his free hand before speaking up between pants. “Let’s stick to strawberries and whipped cream- yeah?”
“Y- yeah-“ Slurring heavily, I slumped forward a little with a groan, and his fingers left me so his arms could secure me to his chest. His heart raced, and I gulped down the cotton in my mouth to the faint taste of cum and spaghetti. “That- that was weird… we should never tell anyone- ever…”
“It’s not that- I just realized that fucking you after you slathered my cock in sauce might not be the best idea… I didn’t think it through well.” Tilting to snatch the container of fried chicken, Ryan grimaced against my crown as I tensed. “We gotta clean that up- we have to clean all this shit up. Next time, you decide… clearly, I have the worst notion of what’s sexy food.”
Ryan
Rubbing Gwen’s baby bump leisurely, I flipped through the tv channels as she flipped through some paperwork. Her restaurant was doing fabulously well, and all of the staff were clearly capable. The manager was a god, I was convinced; they were all handling things so well that she only went there every day for anywhere from a couple of minutes to a few hours.
My apprehension about her living in that restaurant had been squashed, thankfully, but it was only half the battle for her.
“So, what do you think? Anything promising?” She was looking at bakers, now, and she knew from experience that it would be much more difficult than servers and line cooks. Shaking her head at my probing, Gwen sighed and put yet another application into the rejection pile. “Maybe you should hold off on the bakery for now.”
“I think you may be right… These people aren’t experienced enough… that’s what I hate about bakers. None of these people have worked in a bakery before- even a slow one. There’s no way…” Groaning softly, Gwen rested her head on my chest, and I kissed her crown as I settled on a rerun of Terminator. “Uh- so, about that movie… I’m really proud and happy for you, Ryan.”
“Honestly… it hasn’t really sunk in, yet… I just learned about it that morning, and I’m still in a state of shock, you know? Like- Bruce fucking Willis is going to shake my hand. I’m gunna get to punch him in the face- like- wha-a-at… It’s mind blowing.” Her giggle was charming, and I blew out a hot breath; even talking about it didn’t seem real. The production wasn’t going to start until the end of the year, as it’s set in winter, and that was so damn far away. “Listen, I’ve been thinking since the other day… what if I moved in? Would that be okay?”
Nerves tightened my gut when Gwen tensed, and our baby kicked against my palm. Holding my breath, blood drummed in my ears, and she tilted her head to look at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw hers were wide, and my heart sunk a little when she licked her lips.
“Ah… maybe- maybe we could talk about it… a little more. I mean
- I’m not against it, but-“
“But you don’t want anyone to find out.” I couldn’t keep the dark thread from my tone, and I sighed heavily as Gwen tore her eyes off me. Her jaw ticked against my pectoral muscle, and I pulled up her shirt to expose her bump. “We’re going to have a baby, Gwen. I won’t rush you or anything, but I do want to be here. Even if I just bring my clothes in totes and leave everything else- or give Tommy my place- I want to be here.”
“Can I think about it?” Taking that for what it was, I nodded firmly; at least Gwen hadn’t freaked out and said ‘no’ outright. Stroking her head, I turned my gaze back to the tv as she snuggled into my chest. “I just thought- what would people think? Right? But… my second thought was… how would Thomas feel? What if all the progress he made just crumpled because he realized you’d been lying to him for months and months? He would think you taking my side in arguments is because we were having sex, Ryan.”
“See, he would think that if I hadn’t been telling him all this shit for years before I shoved my face between your legs. Being with you just made me more adamant not to deal with Tommy’s bullshit. I mean- yeah, I’ve never threatened our friendship, but, sometimes, especially in the last year or so, I would wish we weren’t friends.” The rationalized was flimsy, I admit, and Gwen was probably right- but I was beyond caring at this point. Tommy was a topic that made me tired at the mention of his name, and that had to count for something. Sure, he’d been doing better, but if he cut me off right in this moment… how bad would I actually feel? “Anyway- the point is that I can’t be your dirty, little secret forever. As fun and thrilling as it is, I’m starting to feel like a side hoe.”
“I’m sorry.” My brows furrowed at that; I thought that I’d at least get a small laugh, and Gwen sighed. Rubbing her bump, I sucked up a sharp breath and rolled my shoulders to get a little more comfortable. “It’s bad- I feel bad. I just- I’m not ready, Ryan.”