Etna doesn’t react, though. Either he didn’t hear it, or he’s reading the room and knows I’m slightly freaking out. When he doesn’t say anything, nor does he look at me, I answer the second thing.
“Rimming would be like eating out a girl, but… a guy’s ass.”
His eyes widen as he looks at me. “You’re kidding, right? They do that?”
I laugh. “Yes. And guys seem to really like it. On both ends—giving and receiving.” I’m not sure he believes me. I laugh some more.
“Uh… no offense, but I’m probablynotgoing to do that.”
At the end of the list are a few other things I copied and pasted onto it. A diet and nutrition schedule for someone whobottoms a lot. How to clean and prep for bottoming. How to prep properly for anal. And of course, some different sex positions.
Etna studies the entire list like he’s going to be tested. He doesn’t look up until he’s reached the bottom.
“Okay,” he says at last. “So… what first?”
“From which list?”
He snorts. “Both. Either.” Etna shakes his head.
“I think maybe we should tell our families first before we… do much. Right? Maybe narrow down both lists a bit and get rid of things we know we’renotdoing.”
He nods. “We’ll do that together, and yes. We have what, three days off for Christmas? As much as I’d like to spend it with you, I think maybe this is the time to tell our families.”
“It sucks not to do it together, though, right?” I ask, frowning.
“Definitely. I’m not sure what our other options are, but I’m open to them.”
I nod.
“I think since that’s only just over a week away, we can spend the time weeding through our lists and maybe putting them in some kind of order? For the wedding stuff, we definitely need an order. Some things need to take place before others. I also think maybe there’s some sort of natural progression with sex stuff too. Bases and all that shit to hit before we slide home.”
A snort of laughter escapes as I shake my head. “Yes, right.”
“Also, we should have our test results back by thenandpack up our shitandlist our homes. You saw the email regarding the real estate agent I found, right? He’s pretty fluent in selling ‘celebrity’ homes.” Etna puts air quotes around the word celebrity.
“Yes. I’m good with him.”
“Cool. Then we’ll give him a call tomorrow.”
“I found two homes on this lake that we can look at, too. I already put in a call about them.”
“Sweet.”
Silence fills the room for a minute. We’re still leaning against each other, his shoulder against mine. I wonder if he’s feeling the same… bigness that I am right now.
“This is really happening,” I murmur.
“You scared?” he asks.
“A little.”
“Yeah, same.” He places his hand on my leg again and I get a strange, warm sense that it’s the equivalent of a hug with the way it spreads through me when he leans in a little more. Pressing more of himself against me. “But I’m also really, really fucking happy we’re doing this, Keno.”
I look at him, meeting his eyes. “Me too.”
“For the record, I don’t think I’m going to have an issue getting hard for most of this,” Etna says, lifting my tablet to indicate what he’s referring to. There’s a playful smile on his lips.
Fuck, the things it does to me!
