Tied in Knots: A Tied Together Novella (2 page)

I peeked out of the covers to see Brandon giving Ethan a kiss on the head and a tight hug. It broke Brandon’s heart when he had to leave us on his day off, but that was the life of a doctor. Brandon went into our bathroom to get ready, and Ethan came around to my side of the bed.

“Feed me,” he squeaked.

“Excuse me? When did I become your servant?”

“The day he was born!” Brandon yelled from the bathroom.

I sighed and rubbed my face, trying to get rid of the remnants of sleep. I threw back the covers and got out of bed to cater to my son’s demands.

“Yay!” he yelled as he ran out of the room. “I’m going to get a banana and practice putting it in my underwear.”

I grabbed my own banana, wishing my big gorilla of a husband didn’t have to go to work.

“
D
o you have to pee
?” I looked at my son, who was doing some sort of tribal rain dance. At any moment I expected the clouds to part and to be drenched in a torrential downpour.

“No,” he said, continuing his dance. “I’m a boogie.”

“ ‘Boogie’? Like, you have a boogie? Do I need to get it out of your nose?”

“No, Daddy! Boogie dance.”

I went with the idea that he might have meant getting down and funky, but the fact that he was also grabbing his crotch like it was about to fall off indicated he wanted to get down and dirty on the toilet.

“You need to head to the bathroom before we go out. While I’m enjoying your dance moves, I don’t want you to pee in the car.”

Ethan stopped his interpretive dancing and stomped to the bathroom with a scowl on his face. “This blows,” he said with a tiny little lisp.

“Don’t say that when Papa is around. He won’t be too thrilled with that language.” I followed his pouting little body into the bathroom and pulled the stool close to the toilet for him to stand on.

“Can I say piss off?”

“Yeah, you might want to keep that one under wraps, too. In fact, don’t talk in front of Papa. We’ll pretend you came down with some mysterious illness that only allows you to speak to one parent.” I helped him climb up onto the stool, and then he turned to look at me.

“What?” I asked.

He cleared his little throat. “Ahem.” He pointed to the door.

“No, I mean don’t talk to Papa.”

“Daddy, privacy!”

“What? Since when do you need privacy? How do I know you aren’t going to aim and shoot the gun all around the bathroom? How am I going to make sure you shake enough times so you don’t end up with a wet mark on your pants?”

“I’m telling Papa we talk guns.”

I narrowed my eyes and pointed my finger at him. “You play dirty, little dude. I will let you pee in peace.” He giggled and dropped his pants as I walked out the bathroom door.

“Close door!” he called.

“It’s called a compromise, son. Get used to it.”

A second later, I heard opera-like singing from the bathroom along with the sound of pee hitting the toilet water. Hey, whatever got the pipe starting to drain was okay by me. Not too long ago, Ethan was obsessed with watching Scooby-Doo. When he pooped, he would always yell out a zealous
Zoinks
! when he completed the deed.

In my pocket, my phone went off with the song “At Last” by Etta James. It was our wedding song, and every time I heard it, it made me think of Brandon waiting proudly for me in his tuxedo at the end of the aisle.

Lost in my memories, the phone stopped singing by the time I was able to fish it out of my pocket. I looked at the lock screen; it displayed a picture of Brandon and me from our wedding. The shot was of the back of the Rolls Royce convertible we had rented for the day. Brandon and I had sat on top of the backseat and looked over our shoulders as we waved to the camera and our families and friends. Brandon’s excitement couldn’t be contained that day, and I couldn’t stop looking at him. I remembered feeling overwhelmed with emotion, and I’d kept repeating to myself: This man was mine forever.

“
W
hat are you up to
?” I leaned in, grabbed the lapels of his tux, and brought him in for a quick kiss. The Rolls had just dropped us off at home after the reception.

“Who said I have anything planned?” Brandon mumbled against my lips.

I pulled back and looked at my husband. “Husband…” I couldn’t stop calling him that. “You don’t have to say anything, but I know you well enough to know that we are not sleeping here tonight.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You saw the bags I packed, didn’t you?” Before I could answer, he grabbed the sides of my abs under my tux jacket. He squeezed my sides, which sent me into a fit of laughter.

“No… I… didn’t,” I tried to say between laughs. He took pity on me and stopped the assault.

“Then how did you know?”

“Umm, a little redheaded birdie told me.”

Brandon rolled his eyes. “Of course, Moxie told you. Why do I tell her anything when I know it will just travel back to you?”

“If it makes you feel any better, she put up a fair fight when I held her favorite donut hostage.”

Brandon huffed and shook his head, but all that was quickly replaced with a smile. “She can’t resist the donut.”

Brandon suggested we change out of our tuxes for the trip. It took a little longer because I couldn’t keep my hands off him when he was taking of his tux. He eventually locked himself in the bathroom to change because he said we’d never make our plane if I continued to grope him and there would be plenty of time for that when we got to our destination.

After we finished getting ready—and some very hungry kissing—we got a cab and headed to O’Hare. “So where are you whisking me away to?” I asked as I rubbed Brandon’s thigh. He put his hand on top of mine to stop it from going any closer to his crotch. I went for the next attack, which was kissing his neck. He turned his head enough so he could whisper in my ear.

“Ryan, if you don’t stop. I will zip down my jeans and make you ride me until we get there.”

“How is that a threat?”

“Because we’re at the airport, so I can’t make good on the threat.”

I looked out the window, and sure enough, we had arrived.

“Damn it, now I have to go through security with a raging boner. I can just see myself being detained by TSA for having a battering ram in my pants.”

We got out of the cab and made our way into the airport. Before we went to get our boarding passes at the counter, Brandon stopped me. “What is the one place you said you always wanted to go to?”

I had to think about it. “Shopping in New York.”

“Think more romantic.”

“That is romantic. My heart beats deeply for all that designer wear.”

Brandon closed his eyes and shook his head. “Think romantic for the both of us.”

“An island in the Caribbean where no one would ever find our decomposing bodies because it’s too small for more than two people?” I brought my fisted hands up to my mouth in excitement.

“Close enough; we’re going on a cruise.”

The whole airport had to have heard my screams of delight as I jumped up and down like a kid on Christmas morning. I hugged Brandon tightly and then ran up to the check-in counter to get our new life as Mr. and Mr. started.

A few hours later, we were settled into our hotel room in Ft. Lauderdale since we wouldn’t be able to board the cruise ship until the next day. I was looking out at the ocean through the hotel window. It was night, but the moon was full and reflected off the water. Strong hands came around my waist, and I felt the heat of Brandon’s chest against my back. He bent his head to kiss my neck, and I tilted my head to the side to give him better access.

“What are you thinking about, my husband?” he asked in between kisses.

“I was thinking about how our lives are kind of like the ocean. You can see part of it, but then it disappears into the horizon, and you don’t know what it has in store.”

“Really? That’s what you were thinking?”

“No. I was thinking how I want to fill your ass with my throbbing dick. I have major blue balls from you denying me all day.” I twisted around and pushed him back until he fell onto the bed. I crawled over him and pinned his arms above his head. I leaned down so our lips were almost touching.

“How shall I torture you the way you’ve tortured me the last few hours? Do I suck on your dick without letting you come? Or do I eat your ass?”

Brandon’s smile was nothing less than diabolical, and he used his force to roll us both over so I was on my back. “I don’t think so. I’m the one in control tonight, and I want you to feel how much I love you.”

“I do feel that—every day.”

He didn’t say anything else but stood up and walked over to the luggage. While he wrestled with whatever he was looking for, I pulled my shirt over my head, unzipped my jeans, and released my straining erection. I took it in my hand and began stroking, starting from the base all the way to the tip.

Brandon returned to the bed, dangling a blindfold from one of his fingers and holding a bottle of lube in the other hand. “Forget what I had planned; I can just sit here and watch you stroke yourself until you get off.” He palmed his own erection through his jeans.

“What are you planning on doing with that?” I pointed to the blindfold.

“I said I want you to really feel my love for you. Different senses are heightened when one is taken away. I’m taking away your sight.” He climbed on top of me and placed the blindfold over my head, covering my eyes. I was swept into darkness, and the tiny hairs on my body stood up as Brandon started kissing my cheeks, my neck, and down my torso. My skin felt like it was on fire because I wanted him so badly.

When he got to my groin, he blew air onto the head of my dick. The sensation made me want to jump off the bed. Brandon gave a few more blows on the sensitive head and then licked the slit.

“Fuck, Brandon.” I gritted my teeth. “You’re driving me crazy,” I said, bucking my hips up toward his mouth. I could imagine the pre-cum sitting on the tip of his tongue, and I desperately wanted him to swallow me whole.

“Suck me, Brandon. I want to fuck your mouth, baby.”

Following my request, he took my entire shaft into his mouth, causing a heavenly suction. Brandon bobbed his head, flattening his tongue to run across the large vein that ran from the base of my shaft to the tip.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth; I want to do it when you’re balls-deep inside me.”

I heard a pop when Brandon released my cock, and then he crawled up my body.

He whispered in my ear, “Anything you want, husband.”

I almost blew my load right there.

“Bend your knees to your chest.”

I did as he demanded, and I felt a cool sensation run down the crack of my ass. Brandon used his finger and swirled lube around my hole in agonizing circles.

“Put your fingers in me; get me ready.”

“Demanding, aren’t we?” he said with a mischievous laugh.

“Brandon, if you don’t do it, I’m going to rip this blindfold off and—Oh, God.”

Brandon inserted one finger and started to pump my hole. He followed with two more fingers, scissoring them to stretch me wide open.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice smooth.

“I’ve always been ready.”

The bed dipped, and I felt the tip of Brandon’s dick at my waiting hole. Slowly, he pushed in until I felt him breach the tight rings of my anus. I blew out a breath of air, anticipating the full feeling of Brandon’s cock.

“Enough of the sweet, slow stuff, Brandon. Fuck me already.”

That’s all the direction Brandon needed to plow inside me the rest of the way. I lifted my legs into a V, and he held onto my ankles, using them for support as he pulled himself almost completely out of me before slamming back inside.

“Oh my God, Brandon, that’s it. Ram into me harder. Show me my ass is only yours.”

I felt him lean over me and discard the blindfold with his hand.

“Jerk your dick, Ryan. I want you to watch when we come together.”

I grabbed my length and worked it up and down with the same ferocity as Brandon was fucking me. It didn’t take long until my balls drew up close to my body.

“I’m going to come.” I barely managed to get the words out before jets of come splattered onto my chest.

Brandon pulled out of me and stroked himself until his load joined mine. He closed his eyes, took a few calming breaths, and collapsed next to me on the bed. I rolled to my side, not caring if the come ran down onto the sheets.

“You know, we get to do that for the rest of our lives,” I said, kissing Brandon’s shoulder.

“I might be dead before I’m forty if I keep coming like that. But at least I’ll die a happy man.” He turned his head to look at me and smiled.

“Well, I think that just gave me a reason to try and kill you,” I said.

“
D
addy
. Dadddddddddy.” Ethan’s voice pulled me back to the present.

“What?”

“I made swimming pool.” Ethan pointed to the bathroom where water was pooled all over the floor and spilling over the toilet.

I groaned. “Your privacy status has been revoked until further notice.”

I had missed Brandon’s call and started to clean up the mess Ethan had created. I knew our lives would be changed when we decided to have children. But I missed the spontaneous sex in the kitchen, or the bathroom, or the office. I also missed going out at midnight to get some ice cream just because we had a craving.

Somehow being on the floor cleaning up toilet water just didn’t carry the same thrill as a surprise blow job.