“Let’s break it down a little. Indoors or out? Also, are we looking to stay local?”
He nods thoughtfully. “You’re not going to like this answer, but I don’t have a preference for either question. I say if something looks good, send them an email.”
“You’re right. I don’t like that answer.” Etna smirks as I turn back to the tablet and choose a link that brings me to thirty-one of Arizona’s best wedding venues.
Yep, this only heightens my anxiety over how many options there are to choose from. I scroll for a bit before choosing a mountain resort and sending my first inquiry, asking if our date is available and that I’d like to discuss the possibility of holding our wedding there.
“Hey, look at this,” Etna says as he gets up and sits on the arm of my chair to show me his screen.
It’s a fairy-tale castle with a carriage out front and… “Is that Hector Atlas?”
He laughs. “Yeah. I searched ‘hockey wedding’ and this is one of the pictures that came up. I should have added ‘theme’ to that search, I guess. Technically speaking, there’s a hockey player in this photo, so the search result wasn’t wrong.”
I laugh. “That’s really… amazing. Look at that place.”
“Yeah, the caption said that their theme was fairy tale.”
“I can totally see that. It definitely has a fairy-tale quality to it,” I agree. “Look at what they’re wearing. That’s cute.”
“I don’t think I can pull that off”—Etna laughs—“but yeah, it fits them. The caption also says there are some subtle medieval touches that shout out to how they met when Toby worked at Medieval Company, and he saw Hector in the audience. And the fairy tale is because Hector has been quoted ‘by someone close’ to wanting a fairy tale happily ever after.”
“That’s really sweet. Why can’t we come up with something sentimental and elegant like that?” I complain.
Etna kisses the top of my head as he gets up and returns to his seat. “We will. We only just started looking.”
I humph. Yeah. I guess.
Over the next twenty minutes, I send out a dozen inquiries. One responds almost immediately, telling me the date is available, but that they only hold ceremonies. They can’t do receptions at the same place. We’d have to find a different venue for that.
I’m not necessarily opposed to that, but… no. I think we’d like the option to be able to host both at the same venue, even if we choose to do something different.
I put my tablet down and close my eyes, squirming uncomfortably in my seat. My pants feel uncomfortable. “Bro, I’m horny,” I say, looking at Etna.
He bursts out laughing, which makes me smile. Then he stops and looks at me, still kind of smiling but with wide eyes. “Oh, wait. That’s a hint.”
I roll my eyes. “Not a hint. I need to get off.”
“On it,” he declares, dropping his phone on the couch and crossing the room to me again. This time, he straddles my lap.
I’ve been close to Etna a million times. There’s never been a single time my dick’s betrayed me and gotten hard. Okay, maybe it’s plumped a little here and there when we rub together accidentally or whatever.
Now that it has permission—and Iamstupidly fucking horny—my cock is ready to wave at him.
Etna leans in close and grabs the handle to recline my chair and make the footrest pop up. He stretches the chair further until it’s in a fully reclined position. Then he’s hovering over me, hands on either side of my face while my dick pushes uncomfortably in my pants.
I rarely see him nervous. Even as we navigate what we’re doing and all the first times we’ve been piling on lately. But Ican see it shining in his eyes now. I can hear it in the way he breathes.
Etna licks his lips and moves one of his hands to my stomach, pushing my shirt out of the way. The feel of his fingers on my bare skin makes me shiver.
“This isn’t weird,” he murmurs. “This isn’t weird. This isn’t weird.”
I nearly snort. Or I would laugh except the tips of his fingers dip beneath the elastic of my pants and brush the head of my dick. I grunt, reflexively rolling my hips. When’s the last time I was touched at all besides by my own hand?
“Not weird,” he murmurs, turning his hand over so his palm is flat and he can grab my dick in his fist.
I groan as soon as his fist wraps around me.
“Jeez,” Etna mutters, his eyes flickering down. “How big are you?”
