Ezra waseager to try item #6 on their sexy times list, Blowjobs, but Roman thought they should wait until the results from their health screenings came back. Ezra was confident about his own status—you couldn’t get a venereal disease from your own hand or a silicone toy—but the delay allowed Ezra enough time to get really good at French kissing. Ezra added it to the list of things the French were good at, which included fries, toast, and revolution.
And then the results arrived, both of them negative on all counts, and though Ezra wasn’t a religious man, he did rejoice. Ezra was anxious to get started that Saturday evening, so when Roman asked him to try something “edible” before they tried anything sexual, Ezra admittedly got a little impatient.
“Here you go,” Roman practically sang as he served Ezra five perfectly spherical meatballs with five ramekins of different colored sauces. Ezra eyed each of them closely, then sniffed them for any potential threats. “From right to left,” Roman said, pointing, “a cheese sauce made with Manchego, a béchamel with subtle notes of garlic and butter, a sweet barbecue with pineapple base, teriyaki with sesame seeds, and a wild card.”
“No wild cards,” Ezra said. Did Roman think he was a novice?
Roman smiled. “Fine. It’s an orange sauce with ginger and lemon zest.”
Ezra made a face at the combination but tried to keep an open mind. “And what’s that?” He pointed to the green flecks in the white sauce.
“Finely diced chives.”
“Chives are related to onions.” He did not care for the pungent bulb. Not at all. And Roman knew it.
“But they have a much milder taste.”
“If I like them in this, that doesn’t mean I’ll like them in other things,” Ezra warned.
“I will make a note of that.”
Ezra swallowed and cleared his mind of any preconceptions, tried to, as his mother was so fond of suggesting, put on his magic vest of positivity. He took the first meatball and dipped it in the cheese sauce. The combination was pretty good, like a cheeseburger. Ezra told Roman that. The béchamel was next, and though the sauce was good, the chives tasted like tiny leaves in an otherwise smooth and creamy texture.
“What if they were blended?” Roman asked.
Ezra nodded. “That would probably be okay. You can hardly taste the onion.”
“Chives,” Roman corrected.
Ezra tasted the last three and didn’t care for the barbecue or teriyaki sauce combined with the meat, but he liked the orange sauce very much. Roman seemed pleased that he’d liked three out of five of the options.
“Can we have sexy times now?” Ezra hadplansfor the evening that he’d been waiting all day to execute. All week, in fact.
“Absolutely, babe. What’s on the agenda?”
Ezra smiled in anticipation and gave Roman his marching orders. A little while later in Roman’s bedroom, Ezra examined his lover’s erect penis with mathematical precision. Needing a yard stick was an exaggeration, but he had needed a ruler.
“Well, Doctor, what’s the prognosis?” Roman asked. He was naked with his hands clasped behind his head as he watched Ezra with amusement, stunning even in repose.
Ezra set aside his ruler and protractor and scanned the calculations on his tablet. “19.5 centimeters long with a 4.5-centimeter diameter.”
Roman reached down to stroke himself, as if he needed any help in making himself bigger. “What’s that in inches?”
Ezra knew the answer, but he was trying to convert Roman to the metric system, so he said, “Too dang big.” Roman howled at that. He must not see the conundrum it presented. “I’m going to have to get a bigger dildo,” Ezra lamented. He’d have to work his way up to taking Roman’s long dong, and this was a delay he’d not anticipated.
“Aw, cutie, don’t make that face. Come here.” Roman held out his arms and Ezra flopped clumsily onto his chest.
“I really wanted to try anal soon,” Ezra fussed.
“What’s your hurry, sweetness?”
“I feel like I’m behind,” Ezra said and not for the first time. He had little more than a semester left as Roman’s housekeeper. He wanted to learn everything he possibly could about sex, and in particular, sex with Roman.
“I know that you like to keep to your timelines, but I want you to try to be a little more flexible with this one,” Roman soothed. “We’ll get around to anal eventually, but in the meantime, there are so many other ways I can make you come.”
Ezra knew this objectively, but the pornos always treated anal like it was the final bad boss and conquering it meant winning the treasure at the end of the quest. Meanwhile, Ezra was still on level one. And with a wooden sword, no less. He’d never known someone who was attractive (and attracted to him) and patient the way Roman was. Someone who revved his engine and also made him feel safe the entire time. Now that he’d found that special someone, he wanted everything all at once. Still, Roman was wise to suggest they wait. He wanted his first time to be memorableandcomfortable, which meant he’d need more time to prepare.
“And you too,” Ezra said because he didn’t want to be selfish. “You have to teach me how to make you come.”
