Like the venue, I put in a recurring reminder for all four things. Little things that people don’t always think about but can say a lot about how they feel.
“I wonder if maybe we should talk to someone—like couples’ therapy,” I muse. “Are there things we should be talking about that we haven’t thought of yet? Neither of us has been in a long-term relationship, so it’s not like we have anything to build on from experience. We have nothing to learn from by mistake, either.”
“More research,” I suggest. “Write that down for one of January’s tasks.”
I laugh. “Okay. Anyway, what’s next?”
“Kissing.”
“Didn’t we just add that?”
“Yes, but I imagine them like… goodbye kisses. Or just-because kisses. Like pecks or whatever. I’m talking about tongue kisses. Filthy making out and shit.”
Laughing, I nod. “You’re so romantic.”
“Oh! We should add in romance!”
“Calm down, man. Sexy stuff first. We’ll give ourselves pop-ups for romantic gestures personally, so we become accustomed to thinking about it regularly.”
“Like date nights.”
“Yes. Right.”
“But spontaneously.”
“Some scheduling is fine.”
Keno and I grin at each other. Every single day when I meet his eyes, I’m more convinced this is going to be perfect. We’re going to work out amazingly well.
“Making out can start after Christmas. Let’s focus on getting some sweet moments so we’re comfortable touching each other so we’re not immediately trying to push into sexy.”
“Touching each other is on the list.”
I snort. “You know what I mean.”
“Which brings up the next things. To get comfortable naked, we decided we should start showering together. No pressure to touch. Then… touch is later. Like… exploring each other’s bodies.”
His cheeks are red again. My fingers itch to touch his skin. Is it hot to the touch?
I spread out a few reminders for each.
Next comes touching and making out. Handies. Blowies. Frotting. Then we start getting more daring with fingering and shit.
We did, in fact, take off rimming. But we added some toy play, which we thought might help work us up to some sexy time without falling straight into it.
We’re both afraid of forcing the situation and becoming too self-conscious. Which is why we’re working up to all sexual acts with something affectionate. We’re very aware we’re doing this in a most peculiar way.
It works for us, and I think we’re both extremely excited about it. But it also means there are some hurdles most couples don’t have. Most couples aren’t coming from a life of strictly heterosexual encounters and proclaiming a monogamous homosexual life from here on out.
“Do you think we should save our holes until our wedding night?” Keno asks.
Laughter bubbles out of me as I shift to look at him. “What?”
He’s grinning. “Yeah. I mean… it’s a play on virginity, right? We could totally wear white on our wedding day.”
“Oh my god, no!”
“No? You hungry for my dick now?”
