Denny
Something in his stomach unclenched at the confirmation that he’d done well. He wanted today to be as perfect for Josiah as possible. Starting with a breakfast of his favorites had made sense, even though he was a bit worried at the same time for no apparent reason.
He didn’t think that Josiah would have anything against something like this, but their romantic relationship was still new, and when he’d run out to get the flowers he’d stopped before stepping into the flower shop and thought long and hard about whether he was making a mistake. Not with Josiah, no, but with how he was approaching the relationship. Because even though they knew each other inside and out, Josiah was still a man and noteverythingwould be the same.
He sat in time to hear Josiah moan around a mouthful of French toast.
“So good,” he mumbled with his mouth full, then cringed apologetically.
“All good,” Denny promised. His brain got stuck on the moan, though. That might be one of the differences he’d find out, very soon. Well, not soon, tonight after the family had gone home after their little birthday bash.
This would still be the first time they were intimate. Being naked with Josiah with intent blew his mind a little, even as an idea. To be finally able to do it tonight, well, it was scary and exhilarating and would no doubt feel like being on a rollercoaster.
“What are you thinking?” Josiah peered at him over his coffee mug.
Denny blushed.
“Ah…,” Josiah said in a knowing tone, then grinned. “Same. But we can wait until tonight. We’ve already waited for… a long time.”
Denny wasn’t sure if he meant the whole time he’d been waiting—years and years—or just the months since Denny realized he was bisexual. He didn’t care, either. As long as the waiting would be over, he could deal with twelve more hours of it.
Denny grabbed a croissant and started to eat it in his tear-it-apart-first way that weirded Josiah out. He smiled at Josiah’s expression and felt a bubble of happiness inside his chest. To have this, for even once let alone for years to come, maybe rest of their lives. No, Denny might’ve gotten it all late, might’ve understood himself late, but he’d hold onto it with both hands until he was forced to let go one way or another.
That night, once everyone had left in various pairings and groups—some of them more interesting than others, Denny had noted—after having a great dinner and conversations together, he and Josiah cleaned up the backyard and the kitchen.
The weather had been lovely, so they’d sat in the backyard and when it got late, they didn’t need to light a fire in the pit but had done it anyway for atmosphere.
Sitting on a deck chair with Josiah between his legs had been wonderful. With their family around them, the house had felt truly like a home in a way it hadn’t before and it surprised Denny, because he’d loved the house from the first moment.
Josiah had gotten some presents and seemed overwhelmed with each of them, as if he didn’t deserve to be loved like that. The kids had put their minds together and given Jo a gift card for a small travel agency that customized perfect vacations to customers’ specifications. They’d insinuated that Josiah and Denny could go on a vacation together and well, that was a pretty solid idea.
The ones they’d taken before were just long weekends at the cabin and that wasn’t special enough, not anymore.
When Denny made it to upstairs after locking up the house, he heard the shower going and smiled. He wondered if this would be as good as he thought it might. He didn’t necessarily think that you had to be deeply in love with the person you were having sex with to make it incredible, but he was pretty sure it would help.
As he undressed, readying himself to join Josiah, he started to get excited at the idea about making love to Josiah, to a man, which would be new but also—hopefully—like learning to drive a new kind of bicycle after already knowing the old one.
He went into the master bathroom. “Room for one more?” he asked, his dick perking up with the idea of a naked, wet Josiah only an arm’s length away behind the glass wall.
“Yeah, come on in,” Jo replied, his voice a bit breathless.
Jo grinned at him over his shoulder and ducked under the spray to rinse his hair. Denny wrapped his arms around Josiah and pressed against his back, making him squeal.
“Holy fuck you’re cold!”
“This is a very hot shower,” Denny commented, trembling from the hit of the water and the proximity to Josiah.
He tilted his head to wet his hair, then groaned at the feeling of warmth and skin in contact with his own.
“Can I wash your hair?” Josiah grabbed the shampoo without waiting for his answer. “Sit down?”
Denny sat on the ledge and closed his eyes with a sigh. He was getting hard from the sensuality of the situation, from the scent of the shampoo that was Josiah’s and the way the familiar long fingers slid into his hair.
Josiah stepped close enough that Denny could feel his body in front of him. He leaned forward, eyes still closed, and licked at the skin he found. Something bumped his chin, and he realized it was Josiah’s cock. Smiling, Denny tilted his head and rubbed his stubble over Josiah’s erection.
Josiah made a funny little sound, and Denny hadn’t heard that particular noise before. He opened his eyes and looked at Josiah.
“I don’t know your sex sounds,” he blurted out, then closed his eyes again when Josiah pulled him to his feet to rinse his hair.
