“What happened?” Horny calls. “Which of you is pregnant?”
I’m reminded of Edna at Christmas,convincedwe’d knocked up the same girl. I’ve wondered a couple times since then if the day in Vegas hadn’t happened, and we hadn’t seen the drunk married couple come out of the Vegas wedding chapel, and I hadn’t made the joke about marrying him, maybe we’d have found a girl to share.
If that’s the life we’d have led. Sharing a girl as a means to stay as close as possible. Share a girl; share a family.
Then I wonder if we would have ended up together anyway and eventually left the girl for each other.
Does that mean, in the end, we’d have ended up just like this either way? I suppose this way, one less person gets hurt.
“We put in an offer on a house together on the other side of Phoenix,” Etna explains. “That was our realtor telling us our offer was accepted.”
“That’s amazing,” Hilt says. “Congrats.”
“Ohh! I can’t wait to see it,” Horny adds.
“I thought you were looking for one on the lake?” Julian asks.
“We were, but the one that was coming up on the lake needed alotof work. The one we bought on the canal is amazing, finished, and ready for us to live in immediately,” I tell him.
“Ah. And still on the water. That sounds more like it.”
Etna kisses my cheek. “Let’s finish these damn invitations so we can all soak our booboos in aloe or something.”
I laugh and we rejoin our friends around the table.
“Have you thought about where you’re going on your honeymoon?” Hilt asks.
“Oh!” I grab my phone and wake up the screen, open the pin board app, and scroll until I find what I’m looking for. “Look at this kink cottage!”
Etna raises an eyebrow as he takes my phone from me. It’s a one-room cottage, and the entire place is built for kink. The bed is caged, there’s a St. Andrew’s Cross, a sex swing, benches, toys, whips… basically, if you can name it, it’s there.
He looks at me. “Really?”
I laugh. “I don’t know. Maybe. Could be fun, right?”
“I think we have a ways to go before we’re ready for a kink-cation.”
“We still have four and a half months,” I point out. “We’ll be ready to explore some other things by then.”
Etna studies me as I add an embossed sticker to the back of the card in front of me and a stamp on the front before handing it to him. He’s still staring at me, not taking the card.
“What exactly are you interested in, Keno?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.
I shrug. “Not sure. I don’t have something specific in mind. I just saw it and thought it could be fun.”
He takes the card from me but still doesn’t look away. “I see…”
“Does that mean you’re enjoying your gay sex shit?” Horny asks.
“Yes,” we say together. Etna finally smiles and returns to the task at hand.
“Huh,” Horny says. “I’m a little surprised.”
“Why?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess because you’re straight, so I didn’t think you’d like it.”
I shrug. “Guess I’m not straight.”
