Noodle ate out of Bu’s lap, picking off his plate. They stayed glued to each other.
Malik leaned over to Aku. “You think love ever stop showing up like that?”
“I hope not,” she whispered, leaning on his shoulder.
Their photos from the yacht made it to Instagram before dessert. Aku posted a group selfie, captioned:Black love, Black peace, Black everything. #8thWonder #FamilyShit
Malik didn’t post often, but this time he did. A photo of him and Aku at the edge of the yacht -her in his lap, his head buried in her neck, with the ocean behind them. He captioned it:
No fairytales needed…just her.
They all moved over to the deck, where they sat and laughed, just living life. The music was a vibe. Aku twerked in Malik’s lap toSomebodyby Latto. “All I want is you…boy all I want is you...” she rapped, running her hands over his face.
Malik just cheesed lazily.
“I wanna live in your skin…when I jump out, you jump in…” She bent over, running her hand down one leg, making her ass jump in her cheeky bikini.
Noodle hyped her. “Aye! Turn up, Aku… Malik what you gon’ do with all that booty?” she giggled, high from taking smoke out of Bu’s mouth. They were still on the same type of time. Their love didn’t change, just got better.
Bu laughed, blowing smoke from his mouth. “Show me sumthin’ baby.”
Noodle’s face flushed red, her hands shot to cover it. He yanked them down. “C’mon… you be wining them little hips on stage… show me some of that.”
Latto’sLike A Thugcame on next. Slowly, Noodle stood, locking eyes with Aku.
“Show the fuck out, Jacory!” Aku shouted. “Ain’t nothin’ like that thug love!” she shouted adlibbing.
Noodle licked her lips, pushed her wet curls back and started rocking her hips slow at first. When Bu’s fingers gripped her thigh, she cut up. Slow and sensual, her juicy ass moved like the waves against the boat. His hand ran up her thigh, coaching her—affirming that she was doing good.
“I’mma have to fuck you like a thug,” Aku straddled Malik, dutty wining on her knees.
Malik sucked his lip into his mouth, eyes low and red. Being high on weed was way better than the pills. This type of high allowed him to be in the moment instead of just witnessing it from a blurred state. Leaning in, he bit Aku’s neck.
They were all in a trance, locked into the loves of their lives. The vibe stayed calm and consistent like that for a while. Until Nipsey’sLast Time That I checked, picked the pace back up.
Malik smirked, feet twitching to get up and do his dance. Aku looked back at Noodle who only smirked at her.
Bu flipped his hat forward. “Oh, I see what type of time y’all on.”
“Get up and do yo’ lil dancey-dance, baby,” Noodle encouraged.
Bu rose slow like a king answering a call, not just to his wife, but to the moment. He glanced around, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His chain caught the yacht lights. His eyes, locked on Malik.
There wasn’t no tension, justreadiness. The kind that only came when two men had already been through the hard part, and decided there was nothing left but respect.
Bu stepped forward holding his hand out. His grip was solid and firm, coated in love.
Malik looked at it for half a second, then tapped Aku’s thigh before he stood up. He didn’t hesitate. Just slid his palm into Bu’s and gripped it tight. Their eyes met. The ocean hummed beneath them, and in that locked-hand silence, there was peace.
That unspokenwe good now.
Bu gave a short nod—real man shit—and let their hands break. He backed up, squared his shoulders, and let the music catch his feet.
It was no smut on my rep.
Bu’s movements were sharp but smooth, shoulders swaying, feet locking in with precision. That Blood walk came out strong and proud. He wasn’t doing it to impress, he was doing it because it washis. The shit he grew up on. The rhythm in his bones. Every stomp was laced in history—brothers gone, corners held down, hood dreams still breathing through the cracks.
The whole deck started hollering. Noodle was clapping and biting her lip. Aku’s eyes lit up.
