#65 Oh my God, Dylan, are you…?
The next month is not what I thought it would be. Deidra doesn’t get pregnant, Andre suffers from terrible IBS preventing me from fucking him, and Mila leaves for Brazil with Scarlett. Instead of this being one of the best months of my life, it feels like one of the worst.
I have to drive my best friend to the airport and say goodbye for God knows how long. Deidra is a crying mess. Andre is in pain, and barely manages to get through his workdays in one piece. He goes to see his doctor, but there isn’t anything she can do for him. IBS gets like that sometimes. The weather is changing from nice and warm to scorching hot in a matter of days, and Andre thinks that might be the cause. It’s one of the many reasons he has air conditioning in his apartment.
Of course, I immediately call to have ACs installed in every single room in my new house as well. If that helps him feel better, I don’t mind spending money on it. Not one bit.
The house is coming along nicely. In fact, I am ready to move in tonight. Not everything is ready yet, but the kitchen and bathroom are done, and all of the important furniture is there. I’m not some prince – I can manage in a house where not everything is perfect yet.
“It’s a great place.” Thomas puts his arm around my shoulder as he looks around the library where we painted one wall green today. “I wonder how you’re ever going to fill up this room, though. You barely own enough books for two shelves.”
“Andre,” I reply with a small smile. “He’s got enough books for all the other shelves. And cactuses.”
“Is he moving in with you right away?” The lovely thing about my best friend is that he never sounds judgmental, especially not about Andre. He doesn’t think it’s too soon. He gets it. When he and Tracy finally got together, they wasted no time whatsoever. In the span of seven months, they bought a house, got married, and he knocked her up. Too soon? Maybe for some couples, but never for them.
“We haven’t discussed it yet, but I plan on asking him today.” I feel a little nervous about it. “He doesn’t have to give up his apartment right away, I totally get if he wants to just stay with me for a while before making that big change, but I don’t want to live here alone. No wait, I’m saying that all wrong. I don’t want to live here without him.”
Thomas sighs. “I know exactly what you mean. When you find the person that makes life seem like it actually makes sense for the first time ever, you never want to let go of them anymore. Besides, you’re already living together.”
I frown. “Erm… no, we’re not.”
“Dylan…” He laughs and squeezes my shoulder. “You totally are. You haven’t crashed in our guest bedroom in ages. The first few nights, you texted to let us know you were spending the night with Andre, but nowadays we don’t even expect you to show up anymore. None of your stuff is at our place anymore.”
Holy shit, he’s right. “Okay, I guess I’m sort of living with Andre.”
“You moved into his place the first night you spent the night with him.” Thomas lets go of me and steps back to admire the green wall once more. “He’ll love this. Maybe you should buy some new romance novels for him, and some cactuses, and put them on the shelves.”
“Way ahead of you.”
Together, we get the boxes out of the garage with all the stuff I bought that morning. Just like Thomas suggested, I have plenty of stuff Andre will love to make the library feel like his space already. I’ve also got a little black box with a key in it. He’s already got a spare key to the house because he’s been in and out a lot, but I like the idea of truly giving him my key because I want him to move in with me, instead of just handing him one out of convenience. I first gave it to him so he could sign for a delivery while I was working. Not very romantic.
“I love him for you,” Thomas says while he helps me shift the furniture around until it’s perfect. “Let me know what he said, okay?”
“Will do.” God, I hope he says yes. It’s soon, and while he truly is on board with the baby thing these days, we haven’t talked about him living here with me, in the house I bought. He could say no. He might.
“He loves you.” Thomas knows me too damn well. He can sense my nerves from miles away. “He might need a little while before he will give up his own place, but he’s not going to say no, Dylan. Of course, you could also just wait a month. He will definitely have left his stuff all over the place by then.”
I grin, knowing he’s probably right. “He’s spending the night with me when I move in here. At first he didn’t want to, because he wants this to feel like my place, but one look at my face and he’d already changed his mind. I don’t want to fall asleep without him.”
“You mean you need his dick every single night.” Thomas winks at me. “Trust me, I get it. I’ve only spent a handful of nights without Tracy curled up to me since we got married, and every single one of those nights sucked balls.”
“We don’t have sex every night. In fact, it’s been two weeks since we last…”
Thomas looks at me like I’m crazy. “You? Two weeks? What the fuck, Dylan?”
I shrug, truly not bothered. “He’s not been feeling well. We’re still intimate every single day. I give him backrubs, we snuggle together, we cook for each other every single night, we talk a lot, we even showered together this morning. We just haven’t been having sex lately.”
He still doesn’t seem convinced. “But you haven’t been together that long yet! I don’t mean to judge, don’t take this the wrong way, but… is everything okay?”
I don’t mind him asking. Of course Thomas doesn’t understand this. He and Tracy are the most sexual people in the world. Plus, he knows me. I love sex. When I was still single, I had casual sex as often as I could. And when I was with Kian, we still fucked even when things were bad between us. For me to be totally unbothered about two weeks of not sleeping with my boyfriend… I get that he thinks it’s cause for concern.
“You know about his IBS, right?”
Thom nods. “He talked about that a little when you guys came over for dinner last week.”
My heart fills with pride. Andre has been opening up about his issues a lot lately, even around my friends. He’s no longer embarrassed the way he was when we just got together. I think that has something to do with the way I react to his problem. I’m so happy to do that for him. To make him feel loved and accepted.
“His IBS has been really bad this month. When he’s bloated, nauseous, and has a belly ache, he doesn’t feel very sexy. Besides…” I’ve thought a lot about this lately. “I think that when I am in a relationship, I tend to use sex as a way to connect to the person I’m with, instead of truly talking about the stuff that’s going on. With Andre, the communication is so much better than it was with Kian, or with anyone I’ve ever loved, liked, or slept with. When I know we’re solid, I guess I don’t need sex to feel… connected? Does that make sense?”
“Erm, no,” Thom replies, laughing. “Well, in a way it does. I get that a relationship is more than sex. Of course I do. Tracy has been sick, pregnant, or both at the same time. It’s not like we fuck every single day. But I mean… when she’s not feeling like she wants to die…”
“I know you guys have sex at least four times a week.” I roll my eyes. “I heard you guys when I was still staying in the guest bedroom.”
Thomas grins. “I’d tell you sorry, but I don’t actually feel sorry at all.”
“What I’m trying to say is that Andre not being in the right mood to sleep with me doesn’t change the way I feel about him. I know it’s not because he doesn’t love me. I know he still finds me attractive. We’ll definitely have sex again when he feels better, but it’s nice to be with someone who I can connect with on a level that is so much deeper than sex that I even feel intimate with him when we’re not naked.”
Thomas still doesn’t completely look convinced. To him the epitome of connection is sharing his wife with another man. We love each other and have been best friends since we were kids, but we’re very different people. I used to think I’d be okay to have an open relationship with someone, but now that Andre and I are as close as we are… No, I wouldn’t be okay with him sharing that kind of connection with anyone but me. It’s not about sex at all. It’s about intimacy. I love him, and I want his big heart all to myself.
That night, Andre comes home to me in my house – soon to be our house – instead of the apartment. He looks way happier than the past couple of weeks, coming right over to kiss me while I’m busy making dinner for us.
“Hey babe.” I wrap my arms around him, inhaling his familiar scent. Coffee and cupcakes. He really is the perfect man for me, isn’t he?
“My parents are coming into town this weekend,” he says in between kisses. “Do you want to come for lunch with us?”
“Of course!” I reply immediately. “Invite them here, so they can see the house.”
Andre looks a bit surprised by that, but not in a bad way. “Sure, I think they’d like that. We can show them around, and then take them out for lunch. They want to stop by the bakery as well to pick up a cake they ordered from Liv.”
While I finish cooking, he sits down and keeps talking about our weekend plans, what he did all day, and without him needing to say it I can already tell he feels a million times better than he has the past weeks. He’s more energetic, and it’s very sexy.
“How’s your belly?” I ask, putting a plate of pasta in front of him. I made one of the recipes he gave me, that won’t banish him to the toilet for the rest of the night, hopefully.
“Great!” He winks at me as we both dig into the food. “I’ve been extremely careful about what I ate all day, and I didn’t even have any coffee, just to be sure. I’m starving, but I feel good.”
It’s so nice to have my happy, healthy Andre back. I wasn’t lying when I told Thom that I truly don’t mind not having sex with him for any period of time when he’s not feeling well, but of course I’m glad to see him like this. Not because of the sex, but because he’s happier. A happy Andre is my favorite Andre.
“What did you do all day?” he asks, sipping his water. “Did you and Thom get everything done? What rooms were you working on?”
I wasn’t planning on telling him during dinner, but I can’t keep my big trap shut. “Mostly the library. I have a surprise.”
His eyes spark. “For me?”
“No, for my other boyfriend.” I stick out my tongue. “Yes, of course for you. I hope you’ll like it.”
We finish eating quickly, both eager to make our way to the library. I tell him to wait for a moment, so I can make sure everything is perfect. I light the candles on the shelves, careful not to put them too close to any of the books. Then I turn off the lights to create the perfect romantic atmosphere. Finally, I make sure I’ve got the little black box with the key safely tucked into my jeans pocket.
Okay, here we go.
I call out for Andre to join me, eager to see the look on his face. Luckily, he doesn’t disappoint. His entire being lights up the moment he walks into the room, taking in the romantic setting. He runs his fingers along the spines of his brand-new romance novels and lets out a happy sigh.
“This is amazing, Dylan.” He nods at the green wall. “So that’s what you and Thomas were doing today?”
“Among other things. I wanted to show you that… well, that I love you.”
Andre moves over to kiss me, one hand knotting in my hair while the other grabs my ass to haul me closer. “I love you too,” he murmurs, pressing more kisses against my skin. “And I know you feel the same way. You don’t have to do anything to show me that, love.”
“I wanted to.” I give him one last kiss before stepping back so I can put a hand in my pocket, closing my hand around the box. “There’s something else I want to talk to you about. You’re spending the night here…” I’m nervous, scared he’ll say no, and that makes it hard to find the right words. I know it’s not the end of the world if he wants to wait longer before moving in with me, but I desperately want him to say yes.
“Yes, I’m spending the night with you,” Andre says when I don’t go on. “Is that what you want to talk about? Do you want to spend your first night in this house alone after all? You know I won’t mind, Dylan. I already told you that.”
I shake my head. He’s not getting my drift at all. “No, it’s not that. Quite the opposite. I don’t want you to go home.”
He still seems uncertain of my meaning. “Okay… So… then it’s all good, right? I’m not going home tonight.”
“No, I mean… ever.” I sound like a crazy stalker now. “Oh God, I’m ruining this whole thing. I’m sorry.” Finally, I pull out the box and hold it out to him.
His eyes widen, and he inhales sharply. “Oh my God, Dylan, are you…?”
It’s not until then that I realize what this must look like. I thought it would be fun and romantic, but it looks an awful lot like I’m proposing to him. When I envisioned this in my mind, I wasn’t being an idiot. I made it very clear what I was asking him, and then I showed him the key. Quickly, I flip open the box to get this thing back on track.
Andre’s eyes focus on the shiny silver object, and I can almost hear his mind spinning when he realizes what I’m trying to say. To my surprise, I don’t see relief. I think it’s more like… I don’t know. I could swear for a second that disappointment crosses his face, and I decide to file that away to examine later on.
“Do you want to move in with me?” I ask softly. “I know you already have a key, so this is more symbolic than anything, but I really don’t want to live in a place where you don’t live.”
“Of course,” he replies immediately, a smile tugging at his lips. “You didn’t have to do all of this to get me to say yes, love. Of course I want to move in with you. We’ve basically been living together at my place already. I’d be an idiot to say no to you.”
Finally, I feel the tension leave my body. After all the push-and-pull we went through before, unsure if we could make things work, it’s so nice to finally be in this stable place. I put the box aside and throw my arms around him, pressing kisses all over his face. He laughs and buries his face against me, squeezing me tightly. We stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, perfectly happy.
“I have a surprise for you too,” Andre murmurs after a while. “A very different one, but I think you’ll like it anyway.”
“What?” I ask, looking down into his deep brown eyes.
Andre’s smile turns a little dirtier now. “I know it’s been a while, but I’m feeling so much better today. I was thinking… I could hop into the shower and prepare for…”
“For…?” I ask, my dick already twitching in my jeans.
“I think you know what for,” he whispers in that deep, sexy voice I love so much. “For you to finally fuck me.”
My entire body shudders in response.
“Yes,” I groan, ready to go already. “Hell yes.”
I’m up for one hell of a night.