Falling In Love With You

Chapter 7

Sing me You Love Me

By EdenEight

“What do you think your doing?” Omi asks turning to me with a sly grin and I shrug.

“There was sand on your butt.” I deadpan.

“Oh.” He says simply pulling the door to Happy Burger open. “Thank you.”

“Your welcome.” I reply grinning as he runs to the counter.

“We would like. Two number sevens with a super sized drink and curly fries, and…an apple pie, and…. And super size the burgers, and give us lots of ketchup and lots of mustard.” He adds to the cashier whom looks like he just wants to shoot us. Happy Burger is twenty-four hours, but being it’s two in the morning they probably haven’t had any customers in four hours. Anything we do now is simply interrupting their naps, and the guy gives us that extra long glare before punching our order in and leaving to retrieve our wrapped artery corks.

“I can’t believe we’re eating at junkies.” I chuckle and Omi turns to me with a grin and shrugs as our cashier returns.

“Did you super size everything you were supposed to?” Omi asks the second the guys back and he takes the tray.

“Yes sir.” the guy says dusting some of the sand from the counter before sitting down the dish of curly fries. I pay and we move to a table.

“There’s sand coming out of your hair.”

“And there’s sand all over you but you don’t hear me whining do you?” Omi asks tearing open the burger package and taking two whomping bites before opening the Ketchup and drizzling it all over the curly fries. “Do you like a lot of ketchup?” He asks through his full mouth and I shrug.

“Knock yourself out.” I laugh around the burger I am chewing. “When we get back I want to shower.”

“Shotgun!” Omi snaps startling me.

“For what?” I ask. “We’re the only two people in the car.”

“For the shower.” Omi says simply, loading his mouth with curly fries until they just won’t fit anymore.

“You can’t call shotgun for the shower.”

“Ken-kun and I do it all the-” he stops when some of the ketchup he loaded his burger with spits out onto his hand and fingers and I lean forward and lick it off before pulling his hand to me and sucking on his fingers with a smile. Only he doesn’t smile, he looks scared and throws his eyes to the cashier whom IS watching. “Stop.” He whispers and I let his hand go. “They can see us.” He hushes.

“So. That’s why you wear your necklace isn’t it.” I state. “Because you don’t care if they know?”

“Yeah but…” He trails unsure before startling as I turn to the cashier and acknowledge him with a jut of the chin.

“We’re together.” I say and the guy just raises his eyebrows a bit. “We just had sex on the beach.”

“How nice for you.” The guy says simply before retreating to the kitchen and Omi’s gone red where he sits staring down at his food until the guys gone.

“What’s wrong?” I ask frowning. “What could he have done, huh?” I laugh but Omi instantly frowns at me.

“You haven’t been gay for longer than a week. You don’t know what it’s like.” He says.

“And I am not saying I am necessarily gay.”

“Wha-” The second half of the word falls out of his mouth when his jaw almost hit’s the table. “Your-we’re together.” He states, desperately seeking clarification after the beach thing.

“Course.” I deadpan enjoying the apple pie.

“Then-your, so your saying your bi?” He hushes and I shrug.

“I guess I would have to be right? Because I went from being straight, to not so straight anymore. I went from dating women to having a boyfriend. So if that doesn’t make me bi I don’t know what does.” I say and Omi’s listening intently as he chews like a cow his eyes only on me.

“Yeah I guess.” Omi says brightening a bit before frowning. “But if you ever cheat on me with a girl I’ll kick your ass Yohji-kun.”

“Ok.” I chuckle.

“I mean it. I’ll do more than burn your food and hide your soap then.”

“Ok.” I laugh. “Relax. I don’t think I’ll be cheating on you-ever…never ever!” I smile and Omi becomes satisfied eating and nodding.

“Never ever.”

“Of course you did break up with Rei before all this happened right? Or are you cheating on him? Am I with another man’s…man?” I tease and Omi sits there frowning and chewing before shrugging.

“Well yes and no. See we never really had that kind of relationship, and I told him when we started if there was ever a chance for you and I, I’d go for it. So he knew the risks.”

“Jesus.” I grunt shaking my head and taking a drink.

“What?” he asks piling the remaining curly fries into his mouth.

“You must ah-really have the hots for me.” I smiles blowing on my nails before rubbing them to my chest with a grin and he blushes. ‘”Your really quiet taken with me aren’t you.” I continue and he glances back to where the cashier was before smiling. “Huh.”

“I…” he whispers leaning in so I lean in too. “I like your cock.” He whispers and this time it’s my turn to blush as he starts laughing.

“Oww…oww Ken-kuuun.” Omi whines from the bathroom as I sit there chewing my pen looking from the TV to the DVD player and then from the DVD player to the TV. They want me to put what where? This is like a techie porn show with all the wires and the plugging and unplugging. “OW!” Omi suddenly yells. “Oh my god! That hurts! WhY! WHY are you doing that?” Omi yells and I laugh. He’s such a drama queen. “What? No! I don’t want-OWWW!” Omi cries so I chuck the instruction booklet to my bed and start for the bathroom.

“What’s all the crying about?” I ask when Omi turns to me with big pleading, wet blue eyes where he sits shirtless on a stool.

“Nothing! Look at his skin!” Ken snaps defending himself as I side step around Omi and look at his back. The skin all along his neck and shoulders is enflamed like it was rubbed raw. “What in the world did you do to yourself!” Ken yells holding some little bottle of cream Omi seems afraid off. “Were you rolling around on a rug or something? Wrestling?” Ken asks dumbstruck.

“No! That would be ridiculous.” Omi snaps.

“But quite a sight.” I add and Omi shoots me a frown.

“Well I can’t figure out what he did to his back, but Jesus it’s like the last layer of his skin is the only one left.” Ken grumbles shaking more of the lotion onto his hand when Omi turns to me before applying it in a heavy well-coated rub.

“Ah! OW! OWW!” Omi bolts from his stool dancing. “Damnt Ken-kun that really stings!” Omi snaps.

“Stand still I’ll blow on it.” I offer.

“Thank you Yohji-kun.” Omi smiles as I lean over and start blowing on his skin and Ken rolls his eyes.

“This is just disgusting you guys.” Ken deadpans glaring at us. “Omi you should just let air get to your shoulders…and neck for the rest of the day and hopefully real soon you’ll have more skin there.”

“Thanks that’s comforting.” Omi grumbles before leaning his head forward so I can blow on his neck. “Anyway I can’t just walk around without a shirt I am definitely wearing one.

“Why?” Ken asks frowning.

“Because.” Omi snaps.

“Because.” I imitate before he elbows me.

“Yohji why in the world did you bother coming in here?” Ken asks noting how unhelpful I am.

“Because!” Omi snaps. “He heard me yelling and wanted to make sure you weren’t hurting me. Because he loves me.” Omi explains before turning to me. “Isn’t that right, Yohji-kun?”

“That is exactly why.” I state and Omi grins.

“See Ken.” Omi says triumphantly. “Sing me you love me Yohji.” Omi turns back to me smiling, and running his hands about my chest and neck.

“You mean tell you I love you?”

“No sing it to me. Sing me you love me. Sing. Ken he sings to me in English you know. That’s just how smart Yohji is.” Omi says turning to Ken with a bright smile before screaming as one annoyed Ken flicks the lotion bottle sending pretty pink globs splattering down Omi’s neck and shoulders.

“AhOWWWW!” Omi screams dancing, and we can almost hear Aya yelling for him to shut up from downstairs. Almost being the key word.

“Omi can you hook up the DVD player in the bedroom!” I yell to him over his crying.

“Why!” Ken yells. “So you two can watch porn!” He snickers.

“Exactly!” I yell back and he frowns, but Omi instantly shuts up.

“Really?” Omi asks turning to me.

I sigh. “Hook up the DVD player and I’ll think about it.”

“KEN!” I screamed frantically digging through our junk drawer. “Fine me AAA BATTERieS!” I screamed to him before he appears in the doorway a bit out of breath.

“Batteries?” He echoes as I rip the drawer from its slot and slam it onto the counter.

“Yes Batteries! AAA ones! I need them! If I don’t find some in the next minute tell Aya to go and buy some!” I yell and he nods and disappears from the doorway to look, and I knew Aya would go buy batteries immediately if we didn’t find them. Because they were important. Never had batteries become so important before.

Flashback

The sun was just coming up, and that‘s why I didn‘t see them. “Ow.” I hiss hopping a bit as I jam my toe after slamming it into Ken’s stupid soccer pad things.

“Oww! AHH!” Omi trips, slams his toes and screams plowing into my naked body before I slam a hand over his mouth and shut the back door. “Oh my god! Why did he put his stuff there?” Omi whispers rubbing his toes and doubling over where he’s leaning into the wall. “He’s try-na kill us cause he’s got that stupid theory!” Omi hisses kicking the stuff aside with his good foot.

“Will you stop making noise.” I snap grabbing his arm to still him, as we both stand there butt naked listening. “I don’t think we woke anyone.” I say relieved as he wraps his arms about me patiently. “Next time don’t make so much noise. I don’t particularly look forward to flashing them.”

“They’d be jealous of your cock.” He sings biting me, and I shiver with the excitement his words bring even after our early morning sex. He looks up at me, with satisfied happy eyes. “Let’s hit the shower.” He beams before shooting for the stairs and up them without a sound.

I chase after him, all the while laughing at how he’s trying not to laugh before slapping his ass as soon as I slide into the bathroom. Our feet are still wet with the early morning dew and some of the wet grass on his ass sticks to my hand after my swing. “MM warm water, warm water, warm water.” He mumbles holding his hand under the tub faucet shifting from foot to foot shivering before climbing in to the shower he switches on full blast. I follow and suddenly our bodies are pressing up against each other. I am pinning him to the wall holding his head up by his hair kissing up his jaw line and down his neck to his collarbone. His hand is between us feeling himself before feeling me, and moaning quietly as our arousal returns again. “Can we do it one more time please?” He begs eyes closed enjoying the warm water and the smell of the fresh grass, and the salt from our bodies.

“Omi.” I mumble. I don’t know if I can do another round this close together.

“Please. Please make love to me. We haven’t in the shower yet!” He protests humping into me now that he’s as hard as he is. “Come on Yohji! Everyone knows you have to do it in the shower! We’re nothing if we haven’t in the shower! With the water! And the soap!”

“You’re getting loud.” I warn, but secretly I love to hear him yelling words like this. Begging for it from me, not that I make him, but hearing it is like honey coating my ego and then boasting it’s bar.

“I can take it. I can do one more! We can! We can! It’s a mental thing, they say.” He pants. “They say it’s all mental, you know women can meet their climax with just their minds.” He breathes. “If they can do that, I bet we could go five, six times in a row if we put our minds to it!” He cries latching his mouth to my nipple as I shampoo my fingers and bring one back to finger him. Even if I can’t fuck him again I’ll at least let him get off good. “We could!” He cries pulling off my chest for air and gripping my ass by both cheeks to hold me steady as he thrusts into me. “Please tell me you’ll try! I am dying like this! I need it again! It’s your fault! Your fault I am this aroused! You let me do it and didn’t even stop me! You didn’t even get dressed! You-you encouraged me by staying naked! That’s so unfair!” He wails. “Darleeen Don You Seeeee! Summmmings are meeee-ant to Beeeeee!” He sings what English he can manage of our song. He sounds hysterical, but I don’t tell him he can’t pronounce anything right.

“Omi you’re going to wake the whole house!” I scold not all displeased as I lift him up so he wraps his legs about my waist and I press him to the wall fingering him.

“They’re anger is nothing compared to my current suffering!” He argues before gritting his teeth as he hits his climax and holds me with an iron grip that hurts. Thrusting into me those last few painful times now that he’s this strong before cumming and slumping back into the wall panting. He’s strong at the end, and so am I, and that’s why we’re both bruised. Because we’ve been working on having sex in every room, in every creative position, in every possible area possible, little to Aya’s knowledge and Ken’s growing disgusted ‘theory.’ We’ve accomplished quite a few places, and this morning we accomplished the yard. One of thee more adrenaline packed freak-ons being we were outside naked. “You didn’t cum.” He whines as I slowly pull my fingers from him helping him to stand on wobbly exhausted legs. “I don’t like that. I don’t like it when it’s not together.” He complains moving to stand under the water scrubbing at his hair with the opened shampoo.

“I am exhausted I told you. Geez, give a guy a break.” I mutter, becoming a bit sour he keeps bringing it up and I can’t deliver. After the lawn, which was hot, steamy, passionate, and a wild burst, we tripped sneaking back to the house and had another longer, more intimate session by the slate walk, and small flowerbed. The second round was in fact the best because we were both less anxious and the soil was moist and loving with our rocking bodies. I remember at one point his wondering hand had grasp blooming flowers and crushed them so he smelled like flowers and taste salty like pollen for the rest of the round.

“OK.” He smiles watching me suds myself as he rinses his hair before getting that thoughtful look. “I want to do the laundry room next.” He snickers mischievously. “Cause I have to do laundry today.”

“You want me to ambush you?” I ask raising an eyebrow and he blushes with a grin, but won’t admit that’s what he wants. “Give you what you need after a stressful day of work?” I continue teasing as he wraps his arms about my neck kissing the underneath of my chin. “Take away that heavy burden? Give you something else to think about?” I chuckle gliding my hands down his moist soapy ass. “So every time you hear a creak on the stairs you’ll have to turn and see if it’s me coming for you, and you won’t know until I am there.”

“Take me from behind then.” He mutters into my chest licking at my nipples and carefully avoiding soap.

“I am just going to bend you over the washing machine and give you what you deserve.” I say gruffly and he moans rubbing into me but he’s too spent to get hard again.

Thank gawd.

“I’ll give you time to recover.” He whispers pulling his arms off me to rinse before stepping out. “What shift do you have!” He calls in from outside the curtain.

“Closing!” I yell back and I hear him getting dressed and humming our American song before leaning in and pecking my cheek finally heading for breakfast. He has the morning shift with Ken. So I take my time cleaning up and dressing with nothing serious, just a loose football shirt and some flattering jeans, so I look casual but good. My favorite style, because it looks like I am not trying it just comes naturally.

I spend my morning cleaning up the bedroom, changing the sheets, tossing magazines and beer cans that have collected. Carrying dirty plates downstairs, doing the afternoon dishes because someone has to and that someone has opening shift with Omi. I stop in several times while he’s working to flirt and tease him. Standing behind him while he sells so he starts blushing and the customers can’t figure out why. I give his backside a few pats when it’s busy and no one will notice and several of the girls think his new stutter and red cheeks means he loves them and hang around for an hour batting eyes at him. I taught him that I’d make trouble; sitting pots on the edges of our tables and telling one girl I think he’s in to guys. He almost chokes up his heart with that one, but she didn’t believe me and I knew she wouldn’t. Finally I retreat back to my room to read after being shot with the hose and groped by his triumphantly smirking face the second the shop was empty. It was little more than two hours later that he appeared on his break eyeing me as he came in. Wearing loose blue jeans and a tight red t-shirt with a simple white icon of a man. Like the kind you see on guys bathrooms the stick figure that’s really not so stickish. The red brings out his rainbow necklace and not the shells and the jeans are a bit loose on his waist so when he raises his arms you see some skin, and when he looks at you, you notice his cheeks because he’s still glowing from this morning.

“Your reading?” He asks as he walks in smiling at my wet clothes, which I left on the floor.

“Hm.” I grunt reading through his question.

“Can you do that naked?” He asks calmly, he famous question and I sigh reading to the end of the paragraph before looking up.

“I am comfortable.” I state.

“So. You’ll be comfortable without your clothes too.” He points out.

“I am at a good part.”

“I’ll get you a book mark.” He smiles pulling one from my desk and I frown.

“Your half an hour break is not worth me taking the time to provide you with eye candy.” I snort turning back to my book and he tosses the bookmark to the desk disappointed.

“Okaaay.” He groans sliding onto the bed and shimming up my body so his head is in my lap. I smile feeling him stroke down my jeans feeling my legs underneath before nuzzling his head into me affectingly. “Stop reading.” He finally mutters. “Yohji-kun?” He whines a bit. “Will you sing to me?”

“I am at a good part. Just relax and rest for the remainder of your fifteen.” I state turning the page before frowning as his fingers creep up the spine of my book and wiggle before shrinking back down. I ignore this, and let him do it three more times before moving my book a bit.

“Yohji-kuuun.” He groans. “You’d rather read than pay attention to me.” He sits up frowning and I sigh and fold the corner of my page before closing my book.

“Of course not.”

“Well that’s what your doing.” He pouts before scooting into my lap as I open my arms and hug him.

“I always have time for you.” I whisper kissing his ears and forehead. “I even got up early for you.” I add seductively feeling him smile as he remembers sex under the rising sun, not too far from Mrs. Whinestaks bedroom window. “I don’t get up early for many people.”

“I appreciate it.” He smiles wiggling a bit where he sits on me before leaning forward and wiggling his nose into my own. “Will you sing to me then? Sing to me you love me?”

“Take my handtake my whole life toobut I can‘t stop falling in-” I begin before silencing as Ken yells up for him and tells him they need him Now and not later.

“But I-” he starts to ague even without Ken in the room.

“I’ll see you later.” I smile giving his ass a squeeze and picking my book back up. I was at the good part.

“Ohrrr!” He snaps climbing off me and sprinting down the stairs. “Be naked when I get back!” He yells but I simply snort before remembering that he was supposed to do his laundry and we were supposed to have a heated round over the washing machine. Something that should prove to be very interesting, and I really wasn’t looking forward to missing it. I close my book and head after him to remind him to do the laundry before catching sight of her in the shop.

“Yohji!” she exclaims quickly coming towards me and I side glance at Omi seconds before she impacts and latches to my body hugging and I watch his face fall from casual to a bit threatened, as though this girl is a monster here to eat me. “Oh my god! I can’t believe how long it’s been! You look fantastic!” she exclaims again and I smile.

“Your looking good yourself.” I say over her shoulder. “And you smell even better.” I add before I realize what I am saying and glance back over to Omi whom is just staring at us with his broom in hand. I nod at him to come over before turning to her as she leans off me. “It has been a while hasn’t it.”

“Three months in fact, Robert and I broke up.”

“You did.” I say a bit of concern in my voice, partially out of polite necessity, but then again I did think Robert was good for her I mean, I set them up. “Tell me he didn’t make an ass of himself.”

“No. No it was…. Mutual.” she says after a moments thought.

“Good, I didn’t want to have to go hunt him down tonight.” I say in all seriousness, I would have kicked his ass after screwing her, and me over.

“Oh Yohji you are just so sweet.” She smiles looping a finger into the small pucker between the top buttons on my shirt. “And how are you in the availability department, available I hope?” She smiles and I can feel her finger against my skin, tickling slightly the way Omi does.

“Well actually…” I trail glancing back to Omi but there’s only the broom leaned into the table. “Actually I…” I turn about searching for him, before finding him behind the counter ringing someone out with eyes glued on us. “I am with someone right now.” I state and her finger drops from my shirt.

“Oh.” She sounds disappointed, and also surprised which I don’t understand. “She’s a lucky girl then.”

“Actually.” I grin. Now I get to totally embarrass Omi, and let her know why I am not available all in one, being that I am perfectly comfortable with it. “Do you see that hot little stud over there.” I say loud enough for him to hear me and his head snaps up looking fearful I’ll say what he thinks I’ll say. “The one in the fitted red shirt, with the natural highlights and the baby skin.” I say beginning to lead her to him by the arm and there’s no way for him to escape because he’s stuck behind the counter with me blocking his exit. “This!” I declare hopping over the top and moving behind him. “Is Omi.” I smile looping an arm about him as he blushes to his ears and down to his toes being his blood pressure permits. She looks shocked. “Don’t let his innocent appearance fool you. There’s nothing innocent about him.” I chuckle and a small smile breaks her face then as she turns to me. “Omi this is Susan, an old friend from school.” I inform him nudging him discretely and he offers his hand greeting her without a stutter but the blush doesn’t die.

“It’s nice to be meeting you Omi.” Susan says giving him a polite nod before smiling. “You’re a lucky bo-guy.” She says. “I am sure Yohji keeps you plenty busy.” She teases and Omi looks startled because he can’t see me wiggling my tongue in his direction.

“He’s a handful.” He finally states, more gracefully than I would have given him credit for. “But I have my ways to reign him in.” He says and Susan laughs giving me a bright one.

“Well, sounds like you two have some chemistry. That’s always great to find these days.” She says before glancing at her watch. “I’ve really got to run, it was nice meeting you Omi, and Yohji it was really nice seeing you again. Talk soon?”

“Absolutely. Call us! The numbers listed!” I smile giving her a wave and watching her leave. Susan has the nicest ass, of any girl I’ve ever seen, never mind slept with. “Ow!” I cry with the sudden pain in my foot only to find Omi’s heel in it.

“How long were you just going to let her hang off you!”

“I told you to come over!” I argue and he scowls pulling away. “Don’t be so shy. I wouldn’t have introduced you to a homophobe will you stop being so paranoid.” I scold quietly running a hand onto his shoulder.

“She certainly had the hots for you.”

“Well we dated for about a year and a half.” I divulge and Omi looks surprised before turning to me with wide dread filled eyes.

“Did you sleep with her?”

“Constantly. She’s great in bed. Unbelievably great.” I grin.

“Oh god!” he snaps slapping his hands over his ears. “Do you have to be so detailed! Ugh!” He scowls shaking his head as though to rid it of pictures of us knocking the boots.

“Omi. Don’t forget I had a life before we hooked up.” I say taking that time to address the almost abused expression that appeared on his face. Like I managed to somehow sleep with her after pounding him into the lawn and getting to the good part in my book. “I’ve slept with a lot of women.” He shivers. “You don’t like hearing that?” I ask.

“About as much as I don’t like thinking about it, or imagining it, or putting you and naked girls together at all.” He grumbles grabbing the ribbon to our small gift boxes and pulling out a foot and cutting, and pulling out a food and cutting and I step back. I didn’t want to loose any hair, or feel those scissors anywhere on my body while he looks so heated. “Did you sleep with any other guys?” He asks quietly stealing eye contact for just a moment.

“Now, I haven’t asked you for your list.” I argue. “That’s a little unfair.” I scold.

“Fine.” He hisses, clipping the ribbon fast and quick so it almost becomes an act of violence.

“We can swap.” I suggest, appeasing him because I know this will only eat at him and ultimately come back to make me suffer. “Only two, and only during threesomes.” I stat but he instantly stills.

“You’ve had threesomes?” He asks turning to me afraid instead of shocked.

“Yeah, two of them.” I say before jumping with Ken’s loud interruption.

“I said!” Ken suddenly interrupts causing us to both jump. “I’ll finish with the ribbons. You can both stop it!” Ken scolds pulling the scissors from Omi’s hand. “For goodness sakes go take a break if you need to talk about sex that bad. There are children in here and your making me sick.” Ken frowns and we willingly leave, Omi without even bothering to apologize or make an excuse.

“Does it surprise you?” I ask the second were fully into the quiet kitchen.

“Well yeah! I mean. Not that many people do threesomes. I mean, most the people whom do them are sluts.”

“Hey!” I snap.

“You-you don’t have any…” He trails staring at me. “You don’t have any stds do you?” He asks quietly as though embarrassed to have to ask, afraid he’ll offend me, and scared I might say yes.

“Well…” I trail figuring I’ll tease him but he looks horrified. “No!” I snap. “No, no I don’t I am teasing.” I reassure grabbing his shoulders when little tears fill his eyes. “Damnt I would have told you. No stds. No. I am clean. Your ok.” I hush before hugging him into my chest and he pats my back slowly as he nods. “Christ I was making a joke. Don’t get so worried.”

“It would have been a big deal! We didn‘t use anything! How could you just say that to me!”

“I know. I am sorry. Bad joke, bad joke.”

“How many people have you slept with?” He asks fearfully.

“It doesn’t really matter Omi.” I sigh pushing him back to look him in the eye. “What matters is that I am with you now and you’re the only one I am sleeping with.” I say in the sweetest, most romantic voice I can muster…but he isn’t fooled.

“Oh my god! Does that mean it’s like the population of our tri-city area!” He exclaims backing up. “How could you sleep with me after all those people! Are you sure your clean?”

“Damnt yes I am sure.” I clip angrily.

“Don’t get mad at me Yohji.” He suddenly frowns shaking a finger at me. “I have every right to be surprised and suspicious.”

“But your making me feel like shit.” I growl surprising myself with how honest I am and my words pause him for a moment before he nods.

“I apologize.” He mumbles stepping up and hugging me. “I still love you.” He smiles into my chest and I sigh.

“Well that’s always good to know.” I say sarcastically and he elbows me playfully. “Geez, all I wanted to do was remind you to do your laundry.” I sigh. “I can’t believe Susan was in the shop. Or back in the area for that matter.” I muse to myself.

“If-if you weren’t with me...” Omi begins hesitantly. “Would you-would you date her now?” He asks. “Honestly.” He cuts me off when I open my mouth, and his demand changes my answer. When I told him I would that’s when he suggested it and not me. But I was eager to try it, eager to do it. It would be so awesome, Omi was an entire circus trapped beneath the sheets when we made love, and she was incredible in bed.

So that’s how we made our decision and I called her an hour later with Omi hugging me from behind with his head in my shoulder blade as I asked her if she would be interested and we made plans for dinner.