Shut up!!!! So many fuckin birds!!!! How can anyone sleep like that!!! I'm already in a crappy mood. Fuck.
I open my eyes, and when I see the love of my life sleeping on my chest, well... Those birds sound wonderful.
The sun is already up, my man is drooling on me, and I've never been so happy. I watch him sleep for a good while, I can't help it, he is so beautiful, and he is purring, PURRING!!!. Maybe I should buy him some cat ears, that would be hot... But first we need to get tested...
So much stuff to do today.
I start running my hand on is butt cheeks "wakey wakey" I whisper through his hair (that smells amazing by the way).
He growls and bites my nip "fuuuuu" I lose my breath and slightly slap his ass, I can't help it, it's so bouncy and perky, that I just have to do it again.
He looks at me with feigned anger, so I go for a kiss.
He covers his lips with his hand and sits up like a bolt "morning breath" he says, blushing. So. Fucking. Cute.
"Oh! Come on!!" I whine like the needy bitch that I am "we're practically an old married couple already"
"Old your ass" he jumps out of bed and runs away to the bathroom. Giggling.
And I'm left there, looking at the ceiling... Wandering when's the other shoe gonna drop...
Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. That's what my therapist always says. And right now the worst I can imagine is Fel leaving me for good.
So what to do? What to do?? I run through a few possible worst case scenarios, but they just don't seem all that possible to me... Since when did I become an optimist??
Fuck that, I am NOT an optimist, the world sucks ass, I'm deeply aware of that.
And now I'm driving myself to a mini panic attack...
And I don't know what to do... Never had a boyfriend before. But fuck it, I am addicted to cheap m/m romance novels, so is not like I am completely ignorant on the subject.
Think. Think. Think...
If I learned something from the romance novels, besides the fact that most female writers don't even take five minutes to talk to a gay man about how it is to be with another guy, is that communication is the final boss. I mean, most books would have ended by the third chapter if the characters would have had at least one honest conversation.
So we have to have a talk.
Oh! Grow a pair, me, it's not that difficult!!!
He comes back smelling like heaven, but he won't kiss me until I wash my teeth, fine, if that's his kink, I'll abide by it. Or maybe I should just keep a bottle of mouth wash in the nightstand...
When I get back to bed, we fool around a little until my alarm starts beeping.
So like the responsible adults that we pretend to be, we get ready for another endless day.
He's wearing one of his casual lawyer ensambles "did you only brought your boring lawyer clothes??" I'm not being an ass, that's what he calls them.
"In case you've forgotten, I came here as your lawyer" he hungs from my neck "I had no idea you were planning to rock my world" kiss "but we can go shopping" he is grinning. And I am shitting myself, hells no!! Shopping with him is the stuff of nightmares, and my face must have shown it, because he immediately starts laughing "relax babe" kiss "I won't do that to you again" and thank fucking god for that.
After two hours, we're finally in The City, it's called Bella Vista, but the hellvians called it just The City, like it's the only one that exists.
We got tested in a clinic, the quick result came in twenty minutes, all clear, and the full panel of tests will be ready in about a week.
With that out of the way, we buy lots of lube, cause priorities.
From there, he takes me to a probate attorney that he knew from college. It's a tedious boring meeting, but they have it handle so I'm mostly check out thinking of what to do next.
We have lunch by the river, it's such a perfect moment that I convinced myself to let the talk for another time
"What's crawled up your ass?" Or maybe not. "Come on! You hardly said a word since we left the house"
I have to say something, I had the talk all planned out, but he started it, and that just threw my script to the trash.
"Are you regretting... Us?"
He sounds so small, I hate that I did that to him.
"Of course not" I hug him from behind "I love you more than anything" I nuzzle on his neck "that's not even a question... it's just... Fuck, I don't know..." Where's my pair? I was sure I had one before. Sigh. "I never had to be a boyfriend before, and don't know what the fuck i'm suppose to do, and I'm scared shitless that I'm going to ruin everything" I hold him tighter, and am talking in his neck "and I can't lose you Fel, I can't" I close my eyes, I really don't know what the hell I'm saying, that went so out of script, and sounds so whiney and needy, fuck, that's not me.
And he is laughing, of course he is, I would be laughing at me to, if I weren't being so pathetic.
He turns around "it's a good thing you're pretty" and starts peppering me with kisses, I'm loving it. "It's my first time too, you ass! We'll figure it out, just... Don't close off like this again, ok? Talk to me"
"I know!!! I was waiting for the right time, I made a speech and everything"
"Really?" Oh that sexy eyebrow "do you wanna do the speech now??"
"No... Yours was better" and I kiss him, cause why the hell not?
The rest of the evening goes by in a flash, we buy enough groceries to last the week, and a very good wine for tonight.
"Oh, right, we have a double date tonight"
Oh no, that's the mean sexy eyebrow, fuck did I forget to tell him? "Fuck, did I forget to tell you???"
"Please tell me it's not with Andy, I mean she is nice and all, but two nights in a row, that's just too much babe" oh fuck fuck fuck, chatty Cathy is going to be so much worse than Andy, but wait, he doesn't know that yet...
I laugh it off "no, no, remember Jim?"
"Who??"
"Officer McHotty"
"Yum"
"Hey watch it" I slap his butt, because the one that can, can. "He and his wife are having us over for dinner, is that ok?"
"Sure, he seems nice" oh he is, it's his wife that it is a nightmare (insert evil laugh here).