However, I do as I suggested and consider our options. By the time we’re sitting at the counter again, I have two.
“I don’t have any other ideas except selling my house,” Keno says. “It just feels like the better decision. Even though we spend most of our time here and buy all the toys for the lake.”
“I have a counterproposal. We sell both of our houses and find a bigger house made for permanent family living on the lake or another lake close by.”
Keno grins. “Yes. I like that idea.”
“Just like that? You agree?”
He nods. “Definitely.”
“Okay, then I’ll start looking for realtors and you start looking for houses for sale. Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Next… just a quick question about getting married. You want to do a shotgun wedding? Like courthouse or Vegas?” I can already tell by the way Keno’s face is scrunched that his answer is absolutely not. I laugh. “Okay, then I think I have something else we can divide and conquer on, too. I think we have a lot of planning to do?—”
“Wait,” he interrupts. “Is that what you want? To elope?”
I shake my head, shrugging. “I could argue for both, honestly. Really, I don’t think I feel strongly one way or another.”
He nods. “What tasks do you suggest I do?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying at all,” I say, laughing. “I think initial research for two different things is where we should divide our time. I’ll make a list of everything we have to do to make a wedding happen. Since sex is a concern for you, how about you make a list of… all the gay sex stuff. I think part of your concern is the unknown, which is why I think you need to do that particular research.”
Keno gives me a dubious look. “Dick in ass. Is that not how it works?”
I laugh. “You really think that’s all there is to it?”
He chews the inside of his lip for a minute. “No.”
“I don’t either. So you look up gay stuff, and I’ll look up wedding stuff. Then we’ll share our lists.”
The soft, happy smile he gives me makes my stomach flutter. “Sounds good.”
Yes. It really does.
CHAPTER 8
KENO
Gay stuff isn’tthe only thing I’ve been nervous about. I know I made a really strong argument that was apparently well received and convincing for marrying your friend based on compatibility instead of love, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to love my partner.
It’s been an interesting party in my head as I contemplated Etna’s proposal based on my joke. Idolove my best friend. Arguably, I already love Etna far more than anyone else in my life. That means it’s the best of both worlds, right? It’s the best of all worlds.
To be fair, even though sex has honestly been my biggest concern, I’m not disgusted by gay sex. Not in the slightest. In fact, I’d go so far as to say it’s definitely kind of hot. Especially after doing a week’s worth of research and seeinga lotof gay sex.
I guess my concern is whether we’re going to enjoy ittogether. What if neither of us likes to bottom? That’s obviously an issue, right? Then there’s a bunch of other stuff that both fascinates and terrifies me. Some of which I only added to the list because, well, it kept coming up. I don’t think at least half of this shit is reserved for gay men. But damn, the things you find when you look up ‘gay sex’ or ‘gay acts’ or anything with ‘gay’ in it.
Suddenly, the world is a very kinky place. Andthenyou turn off safe search andholy hell. I’ve now seen alotof hard dicks do some very interesting things. It was actually incredibly relieving to find myself getting hard at gay shit, too. It just proved I’m open to more than just hetero sex.
Thank fuck for that.
It hadn’t been all that concerning. Not that part, anyway. At least two of my four drunken kisses have been with a guy. Almost always initiated by me. I’m pretty sure I’m straight-curious on a subconscious level.
Etna’s idea of splitting up tasks was exactly what I needed. I feel far more relaxed and confident about the sex thing, and I’ve learned a lot. Things you don’t think about when you’re having straight sex. I’m both intimidated and excited.
Which means my brain has now become hyperfocused on falling in love with my best friend.
