Dreamy Dylan

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#17 The long haul

When I come home – well, home to Kian’s house – later that week after another brutal day of working on the new website, I’m surprised to find Kian in the kitchen, working on dinner. He’s in casual clothes, just some sweats and a black T-shirt, and the radio is on. The table is set, and when I walk in, he’s just turning down the fire on the stove.

“Hey babe.” His smile is wider than I’ve seen it in a while.

“Erm… hi.” I feel my lips curling up as well, and I go over to give him a kiss. “What’s all this?”

“It’s Friday, and even though I still have a ton of work to do, I thought…” He kisses me again. “Fuck it. Fuck it all. I want to make dinner for my man. You’ve been slaving away all week, and we’ve barely seen each other. I think you deserve to be pampered for once.”

“Well, by all means, pamper the shit out of me.” I will never in my life say no to that. I love being treated like the prince I imagine myself to be most days. I go up to the bathroom to freshen up for a moment, not wanting to smell like baby puke for our romantic dinner. Teagan was under the weather, and Alex had a bit of a fever, so we didn’t get as much work done as we should have. Luckily, we’re on schedule with all the late nights I pulled this week. Kian is right, we’ve both been focusing on work, and I’ve spent most of my spare time with either Mila, Andre, or Thomas. We need a night like this.

When I get back, dinner is on the table, and he’s pouring himself a glass of wine. For me, there’s beer. That still makes me happy. What makes me even happier is that he cooked one of my favorite dishes: my mom’s infamous Thai chicken risotto. I told him about it months ago, and he asked for the recipe. He hasn’t made it often, and for him to remember it now and do this for me… It’s so sweet.

“Thank you,” I say softly when he sits down across from me and holds up his wine glass for a toast. I raise my beer bottle as well, and we clink them together.

“No, thank you for taking such good care of me this week.” He nods in the direction of the kitchen. “I know I didn’t say much about it before, but don’t think I didn’t notice all the healthy lunches you left me to take to the office. The fruit salads, the cute little notes you put with them, you picking up groceries because you knew I would forget them with how busy I’ve been. You’re so sweet. I know I can’t repay all of that with one dinner, but it’s a start.”

Damn. I’m melting over here. “You don’t need to repay me. I do those things because I love you.”

He takes my hand in his and softly caresses my skin. “I know, that’s what I love about you. You never do something because you expect anything in return. You’re just purely good and sweet. I’m so lucky I met you that day in the food court. I know we’re having some issues, and I’m glad you’re willing to stick it out with me. I promise things will be different when I start my new job.”

“Things are already different.” I mean that. No, we’re not perfect together by any means, and there are definitely things that worry me, but I can see he’s trying with all he’s got to be a better boyfriend to me.

Dinner tastes amazing, and I find myself talking about my mom more than I normally like to do, reminiscing about the good old days. How she’d always give me a job to do in the kitchen, teaching me how to cook at a young age. I don’t like cooking, never have, but I did love helping her when I was a kid. How she always put on loud music when I came home from school, even when I was a rebellious teenager, and danced around me with me in the living room. She was a wild one, my mom, and I still miss her every day.

Kian tells me more about his parents as well. His mother is sweet, but she never stood up to her husband, not even after their divorce. She let him treat Kian the way he still does, always looking the other way. His father has always been harsh and unforgiving, and Kian didn’t have a childhood like mine. Sure, my parents were divorced too, but I had a loving home, and even though I didn’t see Dad much, I knew he loved me in his way. We’re making up for lost time now. Kian never had any of that. He still doesn’t.

“Are you working again tomorrow?” Kian asks while we’re doing the dishes. I’m spending more time kissing his neck than actually drying the plates.

“Hmm, yes,” I reply, distracted.

“How about I come pick you up after, and we go out to eat or something?”

“We probably have to work through dinner.” I stop kissing him and pick up the dish towel with a sigh. “We have a lot of work to do, and Thom’s kids are sick. I wanna work here during the day, and then head over to Thom’s place when Tracy gets off work. The clinic is open on Saturday, so we won’t get anything done until she’s finished operating on sick cats or whatever she’s doing tomorrow. Thom and I will probably just scarf down some pizza and try to get some more work done in the meantime. Might get late.”

Kian nods, handing me a dripping wet pan. “I get it. It’s okay. It’s the weekend though, and I just thought… We could go out after? Your favorite karaoke bar, maybe? Or will you be too tired?”

I will definitely be exhausted, but there is no way I am saying no to karaoke with Kian. He hardly ever comes with me. “I’d love that.”

“Then I will pick you up at Thom’s place,” he decides. “We’ll make a night of it.”

You know what? Fuck the dishes. I wipe my hands on the towel, toss the pan aside, and turn his face to mine so I can kiss him. He grunts against me and his wet hands knot into my hair, getting dish water all over me. It’s wet and dirty, but I don’t care. We haven’t had sex in days, too tired and on different work schedules most days, so I’m hornier than I’ve been in months. I all but jump him, shoving him against the kitchen counter while I feverishly yank at his pants.

Kian is already taking off my shirt and grabbing my ass, his breaths coming in fast. I can’t get him naked quickly enough, and we’re basically trying to rip each other’s pants off, which of course doesn’t work because neither of us is strong enough to tear perfectly good pants. Once we’re naked, I get to my knees right away, flicking my tongue over his shaft.

“Fuuuuck,” Kian grunts, grabbing my head to yank me closer.

I wrap my lips around him eagerly, taking him as far as I can. I’m so horny my gag reflex seems blissfully dormant, so I take him deeper than I usually do, which earns me curses and grunts from Kian.

“Stop stop stop,” he moans after a while, right when I’m swirling my tongue all around him. “If you don’t stop I’m gonna come.”

I would love to taste him, but he usually needs a while to go again – he’s almost 40, after all – and I am definitely gonna need him to take me hard sooner rather than later, so I pull back and get up. He grabs me and turns me around, bending me over the kitchen counter right away. I push my hips back, grabbing the corner for support. When his hand wraps around my cock, I all but combust from how good it feels. Everything is flames and lust, my heart going a million miles an hour.

“I need you,” he groans as he jerks me off, his cock pressing against my ass.

“Then have me.” I sound desperate, but I don’t care.

He steps away for a moment, and I whimper at the loss until he says the magical word: “lube.” Of course we need that. I’m tingling at the anticipation, and I wrap a hand around my cock, jerking until he gets back. It’s only a brief moment, but it feels way too long.

He plays with my ass for a while, using his fingers and the lube to open me up. It doesn’t take long before I’m begging him to take me. And when he does… holy fuck, it’s so good. It always is with Kian. He’s careful with me, giving my body time to get used to him, making sure it won’t hurt. When he’s sure I can take it, he starts to slam into me, and it’s a good thing I’ve got the counter to hold onto, because my legs are trembling and I feel light-headed.

When he starts to jack me while he fucks me, I’m done for. This is too much, and it’s been too long. I cry out and give up trying to hold off. I come hard and fast, my cum ending up on the kitchen cabinets. He pushes in a few more times, and then he’s joining me, emptying himself deep inside of me. I love that feeling more than him coming on my back like he does most of the time. Sure, it’s a little dirtier, cum leaking out of me when he pulls out, but there is something so intimate about it and I love that.

“Oh, I missed this.” Kian hugs me from behind, and laughs along with me at the uncomfortable position. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” I’m a little sore, but nothing that won’t be gone tomorrow. When I straighten up and take in the mess I made, I can’t help but laugh. We clean up together, wiping off the kitchen and my ass.

We take a long, luxurious bath afterwards, and I almost doze off in his arms. It’s so cozy, and warm, and loving. It’s the most perfect end to a crazy busy week. We’re both too spent to talk much, but we keep smiling and kissing as we get ready for bed. He snuggles up to me with a content sigh, and I haven’t felt this happy with him in a while. Andre was right. I need to give it time, and then we’ll be just fine. All relationships have issues, and we’re communicating about ours, which is the most important thing. I love this man, and love doesn’t come easy for me. I’m in this for the long haul, and I feel certain he is too.

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