Me: I gotta get cleaned up and get back to work, darling. Thanks for the orgasm
Alex: Kissy face emoji
I search for a penguin gif and send it before I set my phone down, and get back to work.
Alex
The following week, Bentley and I take a trip to the local farmer’s market with Tommy and Pierre. It’s open every Saturday and Sunday and it’s a great place to shop for produce, meat, bread, and even has several small shops with things like jewelry, artwork, flowers, and more. I find a cactus that I decide I have to have, though I wonder if there’s much point when I’m hardly in my apartment anymore. But when Bentley offers to get it for me and tells me I can move any plants I want to his place, his cheeks flushed as he does, I can’t stop smiling. I do miss my plants, and it’s hard to remember to water them when I’m not home. Fortunately, several of them thrive on neglect.
We stop by a shop that sells tea, and I get a combination of several different flavors, then pick up some coffee for Bentley from one of the shops that Tommy recommends. Pierre blushes beautifully and gives Tommy a kiss when Tommy tells us he has to go use the restroom but then comes back with a beautiful bouquet of flowers for his husband.
We eat lunch at the market, and when we find a donut stand we each pick one and gobble down the messy goodness. We pick out some fruit and vegetables, and some meat for upcoming meals, and I tell Bentley he should open astand here and sell all the amazing things he knits, which makes him blush and shake his head. “I can’t interact with crowds of people all day,” he tells me, which I already know, but it’s fun to poke at him. “I can’t imagine talking to strangers for hours. And I enjoy making things for gifts, not selling.”
I squeeze his hand and press a kiss to his cheek. He started on another knitting project while we watchSupernaturaltogether in the evenings, which we’re on season four of now. Bentley was so excited because I finally got introduced to his favorite character, Castiel. I’m still not sure what I think of him, but Bentley says to just wait because I’ll love him soon. He is funny with how little he understands about human slang and pop culture. I think one of the reasons Bentley likes him is because he’s a little awkward, and it’s endearing, but it also helps people who feel a little awkward themselves, or maybe don’t understand social norms, feel seen.
Anyway, he’s been working on a blanket for my parents for their upcoming anniversary, and I won’t lie, I’m kinda jealous, because I want him to make one for me. I’ve been curling up in the blanket in his apartment that he made whenever I get the chance, and because he’s him, he never asks if he can have it, just smiles at me and grabs a different one, even though the one he made is the only one big enough for his large frame and above average height. Still, though, it would be nice to have something that he made just for me, but I do know my parents will love theirs.
When we’re finished at the market we head home and unload everything. I head to my place to put away some of the produce I bought, and then grab a couple of the plants that need more attention, along with a gift for Bentley that I purchased several days ago and was sitting on my doorstep when we got back, and bring them with me back to Bentley’s. Marble is already there and I find her batting a toy across the living room when I enter.
“Honey, I’m home,” I say, and Bentley pokes his head out of the kitchen, cheeks flushed. “What is it?” I ask.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re looking at me weird.”
“Nothing,” he says, clearing his throat. “I uh…I was just wondering if you think….”
I step closer to him. “Yeah?”
He bites his lip, not meeting my gaze, hands in his pockets as he shuffles his feet. “You wouldn’t want to move in with me, would you?”
I blink. Oh.
“I mean, you don’t have to give up your apartment or anything, if you don’t want to, but I thought, with as much time as you spend over here, maybe it would make sense, you know, to at least keep your groceries here, too, maybe move some more clothes over, and I could, uh,” he clears his throat. “I could get you a key to my place and Marble’s things could stay here.”
I grin. “Yeah.”
He looks up now, and his gaze meets mine. “Yeah?”
I step closer and kiss him. “Yeah, cowboy, I’ll move in with you. Like you said, I practically already have. I’ll keep my apartment, though, for now, anyway, cuz I don’t think all of my stuff would fit in here with yours. I’d need space for all three of my bookshelves at least.”
He grins.
“Here, open this and then I’ll get some more of my things and we can make it semi-official.”
He’s beaming when he takes the small package from me and tears it open, only for his cheeks to turn bright pink when he pulls out the set of lacy panties I got for him to try. I slide my arm around his waist and he buries his face in myneck. “I found them on a website that caters specifically to men, so they should fit. And they have great reviews.” His face is hot as he nuzzles in further to my neck, but I notice his dick is also hard, and I grin at how fucking adorable he is. “You wanna try them on?” He nods and I chuckle, taking his hand and pulling him into the bathroom.
“What if they look ridiculous?” he says, holding the pink pair in his hands, admiring the material, the other colors, light blue, purple, and black, sitting on the counter. God, just watching him touch them is getting me all hot and bothered.
“They won’t,” I croak out. “I promise. I’ll go wait on the couch while you change.”
He flushes again but shuts the door behind me as I leave. I’m so fucking hard and I haven’t even seen them on him yet, but that ass is going to look incredible in those panties, I just know it.
When the door opens a moment later and Bentley steps out, that beautiful golden skin on display and his cock and balls nestled in the pretty lace panties, I nearly swallow my tongue. Goosebumps erupt over my entire body as a shiver races down my spine and my dick presses painfully against my zipper. It’s a moment before I can even speak as I stare at him, so fucking pretty and absolutely perfect, my beautiful cowboy.
When I do speak it’s just one word, and honestly I’m amazed I can even manage that. “Wow.”
He blushes scarlet, but can’t keep the smile off his face as he slowly makes his way over to me. My heart is jack hammering against my rib cage as I look at him. I can’t believe this incredible man is mine.
