I Don’t Hate That

Etna

We stand on the dance floor with our foreheads pressed together, swaying slowly to the music. It’s not a slow song. Everyone around us is dancing and laughing loudly around us, managing not to bump into us as they let loose. That doesn’t matter. We’re in our own little world, just me and my husband.

“You happy?” I ask.

Keno sighs. “I keep saying this, but I still can’t believe this is real. I feel like I’m dreaming and when I wake up, it’ll all be gone.”

“When you wake up, it’ll still be real,” I counter.

His smile climbs. “You’re so sappy.”

I hold him a little tighter and for a while, we don’t speak. I think about how we used wedding planning as a medium for building our relationship into what it is now. With something to focus on, we weren’t constantly questioning what we were doing and whether we were making a mistake. It took a lot away of the awkwardness that could have been there.

Then again, maybe we would have graduated from a platonic relationship to a romantic one all on our own. I have a suspicion it would have happened with everyone around us being aware of it before we were. It seems we were already halfway there.

“I never knew what I wanted to do after hockey,” I say. “It felt like death looming ahead and the constant haunting question, ‘then what?’ You know?”

“This sounds a little gloomy for the occasion, but yes, I know exactly what you mean,” Keno answers.

I grin. “I’m just saying that my future after hockey always felt… empty. I think that’s why I clung to hockey so much—because I don’t know what I want to do after.”

“We’ll figure it out,” he promises.

“We will. That’s what I’m getting at. It no longer feels so threatening. I’m looking forward to retiring when it’s time because I can’t wait to start the next part of our lives together. I love playing hockey with you, but I’m so damn excited about everything that comes after.”

Keno sighs. “Seriously. Did you take lessons in being sweet and swoony? We’re supposed to do those sappy things together, Etna.”

I chuckle.

“I agree,” he says. “I’m not ready to retire and I’m so fucking relieved neither of us traded this year, even as bummed as I am that Julian’s among those traded. I don’t think I’m ready to learn what it’s like to be away from you like that. But I love playing hockey with you, too, and I’m glad we get to continue for at least another year.”

“I don’t feel the need to truly consider retirement until one of us is traded.”

He nods. “Yep, agreed.”

In reality, there’s still time for a trade. Neither of us has a no-trade clause, so it’s entirely possible. It doesn’t sound like Arizona is interested in doing so, but the possibility is still out there.

“You ready to go?” I ask.

“Yes. I’m going to need an ibuprofen when we get to our room. This is a lot of loud noise for a very long time.”

Laughing, I press my lips to his before taking his hand. We weave our way off the dance floor and through the crowd toward the exit. It’s nearing ten and at least half of our guests are still here. Six hours is a very long time to be partying.

Stepping outside, I take a breath of fresh air. Since the sun is down, it’s remarkably cooler though it’s summer in the desert and it’s still very warm, even on the mountain. The shuttle is waiting for us outside and we climb in.

“I forgot my jacket,” I say, looking down at my white shirt.

“Now that you mention it, so did I. I’m sure they’ll show up at the chalet before we check out tomorrow.”

He nods and leans into my side with a yawn. “I hope so. It’s not like I’ll ever wear it again, but I’d still like to have it.”

“I’m sure we can find something to do with our suits. They’re both far too formal to wear to hockey games but… maybe for galas or something.”

He grins. “Yeah. Maybe.”

The ride to the chalet is short. I join Keno in the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash up before climbing into bed, flicking on the bedside lamp as I do. As I adjust the blankets so the sheets are covered for tonight’s activities, I wonder if maybe I should have taken a shower so I can clean properly.

It’s a big night. Our first night as husbands.

I’m still chewing my lip as I consider getting up again when Keno steps into the room. He’s wearing a jockstrap, has a black band around his left thigh, and a short veil clipped into his hair. I grin as he walks toward me, exaggeratingly swaying his hips. I laugh, but my dick gives away how I truly feel about seeing him like this as it quickly chubs.

Keno climbs onto the bed and straddles my lap. In the dim light of the lamp, I can see that the garter belt around his thigh has a little hockey stick in the center. I run my fingers over it and meet his eyes.

“This is sexy.”

He grins. “I considered the whole lingerie thing, but I’m not sure I can convince myself to put on lingerie. It feels a little awkward.”

“That’s fine. This right here is perfection. Even the veil, my blushing groom.”

Keno laughs. I slide my hands up the backs of his thighs and over his perfectly round ass. “You need to wear this tomorrow night. I want to fuck you in it.”

“Why can’t you tonight?”

“Tonight, I’m bottoming.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, leaning down to kiss me. “You sure?”

“Yes. I’ve graduated to the massive dick in the box, so I’m ready.”

“But you don’t like that dick,” he says, laughing.

“No, I don’t. It’s too big. Fortunately, you’re not that big and after trying the monster one, the one just below it is far more enjoyable.”

He sighs, pressing his lips softly to mine over and over again. “You know you never have to, right? If you don’t like—”

“I know,” I promise, “and if I don’t like it after a few times with a real dick, then…” I shrug.

“Promise me you’ll tell me the truth after. I know you really want to like it, but if you don’t, I don’t want you to pretend that you do.”

I cup his face in my hands. “Yeah, I promise. I really do want to love it, but I don’t love the dildos, so I’m not anticipating I will. But I’m banking on the fact your cock is real, and it’s attached to you—a living, breathing human being whom I love—so maybe it’ll be different.”

“It is different and while opinions on the matter differ, I much prefer your dick to one of the silicone ones.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” I say. “Now dig your dick out of that sexy little piece of fabric. Time to fuck your husband.”

Keno grins as he backs away. But as soon as he’s divested himself of the cute accessories, I pull him back to bring his dick into my mouth. He sighs, his fingers curling into my hair as I take him deeper and slurp around him.

I look up as I give him a suck. He’s watching me with a soft smile that isn’t entirely filled with arousal. It’s filled with happiness. Love. Contentment. He inhales when I suck harder on him, and I feel the shiver rush through his body in response. There’s heat in his eyes. But the way he’s watching me fills me with such warmth.

He’s mine. My husband. My best friend. My future. Keno Edgewood is my everything.

He pulls my mouth from his dick and moves down my body so our mouths meet. He uses one arm to steady himself and hold his weight while he uses his other hand to get between my legs and work my ass open for him.

Our dicks move together as he does. His is covered in my spit, so it’s a little slick at first. Since he’s concentrating on kissing me and prepping me, I roll my hips to rub against his cock. It serves two purposes—the friction between us, obviously, and getting myself into the mood to take a dick.

I’m nervous. There’s a pit in my stomach that says I’m not going to make it through this again. I do fine with the dildos, but I rarely get off. Even when he’s hitting my prostate with them and jerking me at the same time. There’s just something about it that’s not quite… good for me.

It’s hard to accept. Especially when Keno enjoys bottoming more and more. He lets go for me entirely. Giving himself into the moment. His pleasure is evident. In every move, every twitch, every sound, I know how much he enjoys my cock inside him. His orgasms can’t be left off the list of evidence, either. He’s got a lot of cum in his balls.

I so desperately want to feel that way when I bottom. I want to share that pleasure in reverse. I’m almost to the point where I want to beg whatever deity is listening to please, please let me like it.

Keno adjusts between my legs, pulling his fingers out of me and getting himself lubed up. While he does, I kiss him a little more frantically, gripping his head and keeping him there while I cover us both in spit.

He laughs, pulling his face away. “Etna, for fuck’s sake,” he groans, laughing. “You just learn to kiss?”

I shrug. “I’m pretending you’re my first kiss and I’m reliving that moment.”

He’s still laughing when he settles over me again and I feel his cockhead rub up against my hole. I take a breath and try to relax my muscles. Keno watches me once again with a soft smile.

“You’re preparing to change positions, aren’t you?” I accuse.

“I’m always ready for your dick, husband,” he says, and fuck, I smile like a madman at that word. Husband. Hell yeah. I married my best friend and made him my husband!

I’m distracted by this giddy thought right until his tip pushes inside me. My breath catches and I immediately tense before reminding myself to relax again. Taking a breath, I nod.

Keno watches me, keeping that same smile on his lips as he does. I can feel it in my chest, the way warmth spreads throughout my body. Not the burning heat of arousal, but the expanding warmth of basking in someone’s love for you.

“I love you,” I murmur.

His smile climbs a little. “Love you,” he answers, and brings his mouth down to mine.

Keno is slow, gentle, and patient as he works that big dick into me. It’s fine. I’ve been practicing enough with the fake ones over the last three months that it doesn’t hurt. It’s awkward and a little uncomfortable, but there’s no actual pain.

I’m still not convinced I’m going to like it, though. The thought makes me cling to Keno a little more as I silently chant in my mind, like it, like it, like it.

“I can practically hear your thoughts,” Keno whispers against my lips.

“Yeah? What am I thinking?”

“Make Keno good at fucking me so I like it.”

I laugh. “No. I know you’re good. Whether I’m going to like it has nothing to do with you . Just get your dick inside me already.”

He smirks. “It already is, Etna.” He rocks his hips pointedly and yep, his long, fat dick is balls deep.

Well, fuck. Look at me not pushing him off! Score one for Etna.

“Okay. Well… good. Now make me feel good. That’s the bigger challenge.”

He chuckles, bringing his mouth back to mine. This time, as he kisses me, he’s also moving inside me. Slowly at first. Experimentally. Adjusting his angle now and then.

It’s not so bad. Obviously, it’s not amazing, but it’s not bad.

Keno picks up his pace a little, but not his intensity. I can really feel him now. The way he plows into my body, stretching me wide. He’s grunting in time with each deep penetration. It’s sexy.

Oh, wait. That’s me grunting. I concentrate on his cock inside me, brushing all sorts of places I didn’t know existed. It’s still not mind-blowing, but it’s not awful.

“You feel too good to keep this going for long,” Keno says. “Want to get off?”

I blow a breath out. “Yeah…”

He grins and gives me a peck on my lips. Then he’s up on his haunches, pushing my knees up closer to my chest. When he starts fucking me, I feel it. Like, for real. Only this time, there’s the promise of pleasure sparking inside me. Slowly seeping throughout my body.

When his hand wraps around my soft-ish dick and he begins jerking me, the promise of pleasure is realized, and a fire ignites. I’m so surprised that I moan loudly.

“That’s it, Etna,” Keno grunts. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Yes,” I groan. “Please.”

I don’t feel wild like Keno gets, and I don’t completely fall apart. But I can’t fight the building orgasm. I’m surprised when it bursts open because I seriously wasn’t expecting to get off like this. I do. And it’s good.

I’m surprised again when I can feel the way Keno’s dick pulses inside me as he fills my ass with his load. He’s sexy when he gets off. Hanging over me like he is, buried to his balls as he empties himself… it’s a different expression than when he gets off while I’m fucking him. But it’s just as beautiful. Just as mesmerizing. I can’t wait to see it again.

Keno pulls his cock from me and rolls me to my side so we’re facing each other. I take a deep breath and try not to scrunch my face as his cum starts leaking out of me. Ew. That’s disgusting. It’s a very disturbing feeling, too.

He laughs. “Was it awful?”

“No. Not at all. I didn’t hate that one bit.”

“Then what’s with the face?”

“I’m losing your babies down my ass cheek, and it’s very unsettling.”

Keno laughs loudly. With a fistful of hair, he brings my mouth to his. “Want to wash up?”

I wrap my arms around him. “Not yet. The babies are still running away. Believe it or not, I’m not excited to have them running down my leg as I walk to the bathroom, so we’ll just let them pool on the bed.”

He’s still chuckling as he kisses me. “You’re fucking weird.”

“You married me.”

There it is. The soft smile. “On purpose. No drunken mistakes here.”

Nope. None at all. I don’t hate this one bit.

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