Happily ever after

The first thing that went wrong today, was the fact that I woke up with a weird desire to suck dick. Figures, since I was living with a bloke. But the sucking-dick-urge was a new thing that I still hadn’t tried properly. Well. All the gay stuff was not so strange anymore.

I had no experience, really, but hey. Pansexuality was a thing, Google had told me. And I was currently…maybe…perhaps…kind of rocking that label.

I loved what we did. I wasn’t even disappointed when we just ended up cuddling in bed, because sometimes we were both shattered, and sometimes this was all too new and exciting for my brain.

The bed was awesome. I’d never had one that size, and it was honestly like sleeping on a cloud.

Better than the manky old beds at work. Didn’t matter that they got dressed up in fancy sheets; underneath were years of human stains and hairs and bedbugs and all kinds of shit. None of us working there actually enjoyed the times when we had to stay the night. I certainly never had. Weird rooms. Weird beds. No, thank you.

Here, though? It was funny how he’d been right. This was just a house. But he was here, and that made it…

Home.

Myhome. AND he was stark bollock naked sprawled on the bed as the sunlight trickled through the blinds.

Nice blinds.

How lucky was I?

Lucky enough that I kissed his back. His buttock. That little dip at the bottom of his spine.

Baby. He was such a bloody baby. He slept like one too. Solidly. Didn’t even move during the night anymore.

“Hey.” I nudged his shoulder with my nose. More kisses. Sleep-warmed skin.

“Go back to sleep,” he mumbled curling up towards me. I kissed his shoulder, pushed a few strands of hair from his forehead.

How did I get like this? A few months ago, I’d been happily sleeping in my bed with Mr Snuggles. Now, Mr Snuggles was pushed up against the plush headboard and looked rather miffed at having a pillow thrust in his face.

And here I was. Happy. WTF, universe?

I kissed him. Snuggled into his neck. Peppered small kisses down his chest. His belly button. The trail of hair down his groin. His dick that seemed to be up for whatever I had in mind.

I could almost hear him smiling up there, quietly waiting for me to make my next move.

Like chess. I didn’t even play it.

What’s your next move, Reubs?

I smiled to myself and licked a little line down his leg, teasing as he shifted his hips, rolled them.

“Wanna play?” he said. “Up for it?”

“Play what?”

“Suck that dick for a bit and I’ll show you.”

Twat. I did, though. A long, drawn-out lick from the root to the tip. Nice. Warm. Not at all unpleasant, especially when he was making little noises like that and his dick was filling out nicely.

I did it again, tasting his slit. Salty. Nice. Very much him.

“Reubs,” he moaned out.

“Yeah?”

“Fucking love that.”

“Good.” I smiled and did it again, getting a little braver on every turn. Rolling my tongue around the head of his dick as he twitched. I held him firm, hands on his hips, up on my knees, moving my head around as I sucked him into my mouth, different angles producing different sounds.

Nothing like chess really. More like playing an instrument. I stroked my fingers up his chest, down his legs. Gently cupped his balls. Careful movements as his dick filled my mouth. No deepthroating here, because, well. I just did what felt right for me and him. I loved those little sounds he made as I kissed back up his stomach.

“You were saying?” I asked, a smile on my face as he held up something in his hand.

“Plug,” he said, reaching with his other hand for the now-familiar lube. “Wanna play?”

“God, yes.” I grinned, shuffling back down the bed as he opened up for me, legs in the air. No shame. Not that he had anything to be ashamed about, because he was simply beautiful.

And he was mine. All that gorgeous skin and his smile and the hair over his face that he tried to blow away as he got up on his elbows, grabbed a pillow. I helped because I knew this bit. Tucked it under his bum, trailed my lips across his arse.

He had a nice arse. Even his little pucker was strangely inviting as I kissed his balls. All these parts of him that nobody but me ever saw. His skin was so smooth under my lips.

I smeared lube on my fingers, tried out touching him.

Intimate. Easy. Soft. All the little muscles moved as my fingertips stroked down, and up. Smooth liquid.

“Just gently tease it in. Slowly.”

“Not gonna hurt, is it?”

“Nah.” He laughed. “I’m such a bottom, me. I love it. I love having my arse played with. Love it even more when you stick fingers up there. Plugs. Dicks.”

“Yeah. Dicks.”

I had to laugh. It wasn’t like this in porn. It definitely hadn’t been like this when I got laid in my teens. Much more awkward. A lot less laughter.

“Slippery little thing,” I huffed out as the plug slid out of my grip. It wasn’t very big. Size of my thumb.

“Lube.” He grinned. “Look, Reubs.”

“Yeah?”

I loved him. I never said it much, but I knew, and I knew he knew. The way he looked at me. The smile on his face. The complete lack of fear.

Trust.

“Just do it. Don’t worry too much.”

“M… ’kay.”

My lips back on his skin, the inside of his leg, my dick was definitely joining in the game as the plug slid inside of him.

“Yasssss,” came from up there.

I gently tugged at it, let it slide back in.

“Just like that, I love that.”

Okay. I could do this. I slid the plug out, then in again. Out. Replaced it with my finger. God, I loved this. The sounds he was making. The lube. This whole thing.

I kept going, playing with the plug and my fingers, keeping it easy, steady, smooth, until he was shivering so hard that I kind of… Yeah. I had to laugh.

Him. Me.

And this.

I got up and slung his legs over my shoulders, laughed some more as he handed me a condom like he knew exactly what would happen.

I got my dick all slathered up and pressed into him, leaned over. Tried to get my body to calm down enough that I could just look at him.

“Baby,” he said.

“Baby yourself.” I smiled.

“It’s scary how easy this is,” he whispered.

“It’s…wonderful.”

That was no lie. Especially as I started to move. Small slides in and out of him, my legs soon finding that position where I could fuck him and kiss him.

Multi-tasking like a pro. Another smile on my face. A droplet of sweat running down my nose.

“Reubs,” he panted. “You’re amazing.”

“I know.”

He laughed. I did too, little giggles escaping as I fucked into him, the familiar static building in my brain as I let myself go. Holding onto his hips, letting that nice slapping sound soothe everything. In. Out. Harder, Faster. Better. Slower. Oh God.

My orgasm claimed me almost by surprise. His hand was still moving at speed over his length.

One more. Just one.

His head bent back, his mouth open in that final breath where everything just stopped.

I knew the feeling. I knew how good it was, and my brain was still in a haze as I pulled out and bent down, took his dick into my mouth.

Panting. Groans. My mouth filling with everything that he was.

Sweet. Salty. Funny. Mine.

I licked him clean. Swallowed every drop he fed me.

I didn’t even question it, because he was right. He always had been.

When I was with him, I lived in a bubble. A glass house of happiness where everything was calm. So bloody calm as I collapsed against his chest, welcoming his breath against my forehead, his fingers combing through my hair.

“Baby,” he whispered.

“I’m not going to say it.”

“Dick.”

I laughed. Smiled into his skin.

“G?”

“Yeah?”

“I fucking love you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah.”

I believed him.

I fucking did.

I walked out of the gate an hour later, going to get some more milk and bread before I left for work. Some apples that my boyfriend had requested.

The boyfriend I lived with.

There was a bunch of girls by the gate, and my stomach jolted, though I hoped I’d managed to slip out before they spotted me.

“Does The Dieter live here?” one of them asked, thrusting herself a bit too much in my face.

“Who?” I asked.

“The Dieter?” Another girl joined in.

“The what? Never heard of it.”

“He’s a singer.”

Oh, go away.

“No idea,” I lied, setting off down the road.

I didn’t want this. I definitely didn’t want this. And where was that security twat when you needed him?

The girls were gone when I returned with my shopping, and I was grateful for that little mindfuck being over. For now. It happened all the time at work. Celebrities all had their followings, some more hysterical than others. Blitz were chaos and hysteria, always had been.

I left the shopping inside and kissed my boyfriend goodbye, feeling better about the gate locking behind me as I set off for work. Just another eight hours before I could come back here, snuggle up on the sofa, figure out what else I could do. The downstairs nanny flat needed a lick of paint. I was going to do that this week, and perhaps wash the windows. There was a nice view of the gardens. We could sit down there. Our feet in the grass.

Work was therapeutic, and I was happy standing by my desk, letting the world pass me by. It was a lovely, sunny day, the warmth washing over me every time the doors opened, people walking by with smiles on their faces.

More kids.

“Are you Reuben?”

I pointed at my name badge. Obviously.

“We have some gifts. For The Dieter. Can we give them to you?”

Snazzy gift bags. Pictures of Gray all over them. They had Dieter gift bags? Like, seriously? I should order some. Gift my dad his Father’s Day socks in a Dieter gift bag. Perhaps I could even get Dieter socks for him. I sniggered. The girls just stared at me.

“Can we take a photo with you?”

“Why?” I smiled. Be nice. You’re at work.

“Well, you’re The Dieter’s…friend. Is he still with Josh? Are they actually married?”

My face must have said it all, because her friend shoved her fist in her mouth.

“I have no idea.” See? Now go away.

“Have you heard their new song?”

“Nope.”

Gift bags. Under the desk. Nod politely. Move on.

“Is he just as adorable in real life?”

“He’s…” I had to laugh. “The truth?” I leant forward, beckoning them closer. “He’s a vampire. I’ve seen it. Only drinks blood and sleeps in a coffin.”

At least they laughed at that, and then I pretended to be really busy with our taxi drivers until they left. Next chance I got, I shoved the gift bags in the baggage room. Whatever.

“Hello, Reuben, is it?”

A guy, and another guy with a camera, that he promptly thrust in my face.

“What?” Fuck. “Excuse me?” I barked out, perhaps a little aggressively, holding my hand up over the lens. Where was Luis when I needed him? Fucking skiving off as always.

“We just have a few questions, if you wouldn’t mind answering them.”

“Who are you?” I didn’t really have to ask. I recognised the guy with the camera—one of the regular photographers who hung around here, hungry for a bit of scandal through his camera lens. The other guy, though, was still talking.

“You’re the guy who was with The Dieter that night, when he had to be rescued out of a fast-food establishment. Can you shed some light on that incident?”

Hell, no! And here was my security guy, who’d finally realised that I’d pressed the emergency code on the radio. FFS.

All hell seemed to break loose as the photographer started shouting at the security guy, and now Luis was shouting at the security guy too, while the guy with all the questions kept talking to me.

As if my day could get any worse.

“Reuben, my office. Now.”

I did as I was told, always did, leaving the rest of them to all the shouting as I went and parked my sorry arse in the back-office visitor’s chair with a scowl on my face.

“Not my fault this time, boss. Promise.”

“Well, I could see that. Fancy sharing what that was all about?” Eddie closed the door behind him. He was still not my biggest fan, and the feeling was mutual. At least Hugo liked me. Finn was pretty reasonable. Rafaela was nice to me most of the time. Eddie, though, was always on my bloody back.

“People don’t come into this hotel shouting for no reason. We’ve had phone calls all morning asking if someone called Reuben works here.”

“Oh, fuck off,” came out of my mouth.

“And there’s a photo on one of those websites. Amy just showed me. You and The Dieter walking through some motorway service station holding hands. It’s definitely you. And The Dieter. Or someone who looks quite like him.”

“None of your business, boss.”

“No.” He smiled. “I know it’s not, Reuben. You’re not in trouble. We just need to rein Amy in before she causes some kind of incident.”

“She’s fine. She’s just into all the gossip.”

“I know. But…”

“But what?”

“The Dieter is a regular client. A guest. And HR are hot on us not fraternising with the guests. Also, you know how Mr Klutz feels about us upsetting the paparazzi. He’s got friends in…those kinds of circles.”

“Yeah. But that gives them no right to thrust their lenses in my face and cause trouble.”

“No, of course not.”

“Bloody Dieter,” I said. “Fuck.”

“Fuck what?”

I had to smile. Eddie actually never swore, being an all-round portly, slightly balding, middle-aged dull bloke. Well, unless the hotel was on fire. We’d been on fire. Quite a few times.

“He’s a mate. We live together. And…you know, things like that.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah.”

“None of my business. Honestly.” He held up his hands. “But humour me here. Dieter and you?”

I grinned. I wasn’t going to lie to my boss.

“We’ve known each other a while,” I admitted.

“Good for you.” He smiled. “I’m glad you met someone. And I hope it’s not too complicated.”

“Nah. It’s actually really…easy. Simple.”

“Love often is. You meet someone, then your life just starts to agree with you. Things seem…”

“Lighter,” I said. “I’m happy. He’s happy.”

“And Stewart? Is he okay with all this?”

I laughed. “I think Dad is more in love with him than I am.”

That made Eddie grimace. “I’ll stop you right there.”

“Dad’s not gay.”

“Good to know.” He was still grimacing.

“I’m a bit gay, though. And well…no. I’m Pansexual. Whatever.” I had to say that, just to watch him squirm.

“I always thought you might swing somewhere that way. I mean, you always had a thing for Mabel.”

“I did not.” I rolled my eyes. Hard. Okay, I had a bit of a thing for them. I liked Mabs.

“Did so.” It was nice seeing Eddie laugh. He rarely did. Or maybe he did. It was funny how I’d started to notice things like that. Happiness. Laughter.

“Shall we cause these people a little trouble? Or a lot of trouble?”

I knew what he meant—bar them or call the police. I just shook my head. “It’s fine,” I said and walked back out in that lobby with my head held high.

“Reuben. Ready to talk?”

“About what?” I snapped. “Now, get off the hotel premises and let us hardworking folks do our jobs.”

“Exactly!” Luis backed me up. “We have paying guests to see to, and unless you are checking into a room…”

“You can both piss right off,” I hissed.

Then I stared at them as they both backed out the door.

Life. Whatever. There wasn’t much I couldn’t handle. Truly.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I shot him a text. Just a heart. He’d know what I meant.