"You look good enough to marry," Dennis said as I tried a pose in the mirror to see how well I liked this tux on me. I turned around to face him. I wasn't sure how I felt about that statement. "It's true," he told me from his position on a very soft chair in the private viewing room.
Dennis was lucky enough to fit into a suit right off the rack while mine needed altering. I wasn't going to spend the money, but my slightly flushed boyfriend insisted it was a needed expense and he could afford it as he slid his card towards the cashier that Sunday afternoon. How is a guy suppose to say no to that little of a flex?
After they had pinned the suit into a more fitting form and left the changing room, I locked the door after Dennis stepped inside. We were both very grateful that no one had knocked on the door to check on us by the time we were getting dressed to leave.
We didn't see any store attendants until we were about to leave the shop itself, and they just waved at us as we left. That was two days ago. I didn't expect such a quick turnaround, but I wasn't going to complain about it since the wedding was now a week away.
"I've been meaning to ask," I started as I unbuttoned the outer jacket to pack the suit away. "Did your countdown have anything to do with Adam's timing for his wedding?" I asked as I hung it on the most complicated hanger I've ever seen.
"Please," Dennis said as he stood and walked towards me. "Your brother is more than capable of finding the fast track without my help," he continued as he started to push a button through its hole on my shirt. "You should be more concerned about when he's going to make you an uncle than his wedding landing on our coming clean day," Dennis ended as he pulled the white shirt that had a shiny white pattern printed on it out of my midnight blue pants that matched the jacket that I had already taken off.
"Reality to Dennis," I said as I worked on some of the buttons myself. "Men can't get pregnent on this planet," I told him.
"They can on others?" Dennis asked as he moved on to the waist of my slacks while I pulled the shirt off my arms.
"For all we know," I told him with a shrug. We finished getting me undressed and got my suit squared away, without any sexy lips or hands showing up to keep me naked. But I didn't realize that little fact until I was pulling my sweater over my head. But before I could think anything of it, Dennis handed me my suit, zipped up in protective black, before taking my other hand as we walked out of the dressing room.
On our way out of the mall, we stopped at a few other stores, just to see what they had on sale and maybe get a wedding gift or two. Very untraditional wedding gifts would be very on-brand for my brother and - I paused as I was looking at a hand-casting kit. I'm getting a second older brother. Yeah, he would be my brother-in-law, but he'll still be an older brother.
"Josh," Dennis said before I saw his face and jerked back a little at suddenly seeing him in front of me. The last I saw him, he was on the other side of the table.
"Yeah?" I asked as I felt a little out of sorts.
"I lost you there for a few seconds," he told me as he rubbed my arm. "Is everything ok?" Dennis asked.
"Yeah," I answered before trying to laugh and only half succeeding. "It's nothing bad," I told Dennis when I saw the worry on his face. "It's just sinking in that I was getting another big brother," I confessed before I laid my hand over his and reached up to kiss him. I had only moved a few inches in his direction when I realized what a bad idea that was and pulled back before anyone saw. Hopefully. I was about to apologize when I saw Dennis smiling back at me.
It wasn't the kind of smile I might have expected if I expected one at all. He looked very happy. Too happy. His eyes were shining, and it looked like he was moments from laughing out loud. Dennis moved to my side and threw his arm over my shoulders as he pulled me over to the side of the table where I last saw him.
"What do you think of these coasters?" Dennis asked me as he picked up a wrapped piece of sliced stone that looked about coaster-sized. I looked at the package questionably. He said coasters, but unless they were very thin, I didn't expect to find more than two in that box. I reached out and took it from him. It was a nice, dark-colored stone that looked like there were crystals inside. Gilded Agate Coaster is what the box called the items inside. Correction: item. The box also said that it was just one coaster and the price was twenty dollars. I looked down at the basket Dennis had picked it up from and saw that there were other colors besides the black one he had handed me.
"Twenty bucks each isn't that bad," I said out loud as I picked up a color which was labeled White Quartz, though it seemed to be tinted very lightly with purple. I found others labeled Aventurine, Dyed Blue Agate, Amethyst, and Rose Quartz.
"Well, the edges are covered in gold," Dennis pointed out as he looked at another one. I hummed in acknowledgment as I set about looking for ones that looked more like the name, if not grabbing my attention the most. "How many should we get?" Dennis asked as his arm finally slipped from around my neck as he found another basket with more of them.
"How many different colours do they have?" I asked him back.
"I have six here," Dennis said as he made his way over to my side a minute or two later. He placed what he found on the table, and they matched the colors I found myself.
"Six then," I said in answer to his earlier question. "Now, are all of them going to be different, or do you want to get three pairs of three different colors," I said. "But then if we do it that way, we could end up with a set of two for each color instead and that would be twelve pieces," I informed him as I thought aloud. We both turned to look at the two sets on the table, and I started to count up the price in my head.
"Six," I said.
"One of each," Dennis said at the same time.
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
We then picked the best example of each from what we had before we made our way up to the cashier.
"Oh, this too," Dennis said before I paid. He grabbed some blue wrapping paper and placed it on the counter to be rung up too. As it was scanned, I saw that it had dots embossed on it.
After I exhaled once I had paid one hundred and thirty-two dollars and eight cents, I remembered the name tags.
"Do we need to get name tags?" I asked Dennis as he took the bag with our items from the cashier.
"I don't think so," he answered as we headed towards the exit. "If you want, we can write our names on the wrapping paper itself," he informed me. I didn't answer him as we entered the hall and walked towards the exit closest to where we parked the car. Once the bags were in the back seat and we were buckling up, Dennis' phone pinged, and he paused to look at it instead of starting the car. I got a ping too while I was waiting for him, but it was just my bank app telling me that the payment of one hundred and thirty-two dollars and eight cents for Wayfair had been cleared. I had the money for it, clearly, but I wasn't use to spending that much money at once. I checked other notices that populated my screen from earlier. After deleting some spam emails and other things that were blocking me from seeing the wallpaper of Dennis smiling at me as he laid in bed, a new notice popped in. It was another notice from my bank. Dennis Zelled me seventy dollars.
"Thanks," I said as I slowly leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"It is a gift from both of us," Dennis informed me before turning his head and kissing me back. Lips pressed to lips before wet, warm tongues met and slid past each other. I pursued his tongue out of my mouth before I felt suction on my lower lip, and a moan passed my lips.
"So where do you want to have lunch?" he asked as he leaned away from me, and my seatbelt kept me from following him.
"Anywhere is fine," I told him as I wondered if I really wanted to continue the kiss now and end up having sex here in the parking lot. A screamed cry coming from a child tore through the near silence of the parking lot. I jumped a little as I looked to where I thought it was coming from, to find a jeep blocking my view. But I saw that I wasn't the only one trying to see. Everyone else in the parking lot was looking in that direction as well.
"How about Ma's Bell?" I suggested.
"Sure," Dennis answered as he turned the key and started the engine. On our slow roll out of the parking area, we saw that the crying came from a little boy who held a red-tipped stick. He was being carried by an older man who had to be family as they walked towards the entrance for the mall. We were waiting to turn onto the nearby highway when I started to think of sweet corn fritters and black bean salad.
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Three and a half hours later, everything that was on the back seat had been relocated to the trunk of the car so nothing would be broken or damaged as I knelt on the floor, giving Dennis a blow job as he reclined there in his naked glory.
"The condoms are in the glove box," Dennis panted as I successfully pulled him closer to his climax.
"Don't need them," I told him as I swallowed him whole and sucked hard with my eyes closed. Dennis grabbed my hair and rocked me back and forth on his cock as he jerked his hips. When he held my head still as his movements became faster, I reached for his balls and held them, allowing him to tug them for me while I concentrated on providing suction.
"Oh Fucking Yes!" he shouted before freezing with my nose pressed to his crotch and his cock jerking in my mouth. I breathed in and out of my nose, drawing in more of his scent than the air my lungs needed. But before I could start to worry, I felt his thick, warm, and wet dick sliding free of my mouth. I caught the tip of it to lick and suck it clean. There was some mild protest from my boyfriend, so I didn't torture him for long.
"How long can you wait?" Dennis asked as he opened his eyes to look down at me again.
"No rush," I told him as I stayed kneeling between his legs. He was naked, but I still wore my underwear. I enjoy blow jobs, giving and receiving, but I've always considered the slight choking a turn-off. So I was in no danger of going off anytime soon. I know, the situation is slightly oxymoronic.
I ran my hands over his legs. There was hair there, but nothing that would have anyone thinking it was excessive. They thinned out just above his knees and disappeared halfway to his crotch. There I watched his drying cock shrink a little with the passing seconds. His pubic hair had been trimmed recently. They appeared a little shorter than the last time I saw them. His treasure trail was as faint as always. My eyes moved over his slight six-pack as I continued up his body.
Weeks ago, Dennis informed me that his muscles came from his workout and not practice. Required workout. Practice got you use to plays and conditions on the field. It built teamwork and endurance, but for the muscle structure to help them recover from a hit faster, gym time was needed.
His waist broadened out as we moved into his chest area. Clear curves and cuts showed the roundness of his pecks, the sides of his chest on either side, and the slope up over his collarbone and into matching divots on either side of his neck. A neck that lead to a face that I had dreamed of for years and got to kiss almost daily. Dennis was perfect, for me. I saw his little imperfections, but the old burn mark from an oven rack at the back of his calves or the zits that kept popping up on his shoulders didn't make him any less perfect in my eyes.
I saw his lips smirk, and I jumped up to his eyes to see what caught his attention.
"I think I've made you wait long enough," he informed me as he lowered his face to mine. I wrapped my arms around his recently admired neck, and he lifted me to straddle his waist before kissing down my body. My body was far less impressive than his own, but that didn't stop him from sending shivers through me as he sucked on my skin, bit a nipple or both. He licked lines down my body until he was lifting me by the ass to have his lips move over my crotch before pulling down my underwear.
My boxer briefs weren't even halfway down my thighs when I cried out as my whole cock was covered in wet warmth. I didn't even have to fuck my way in and out of Dennis' mouth. He did that for me. My hands were in his hair as some kind of anchor as I leaned my body back far enough to feel the front seat at the back of my head. His fingers were leaving marks and grooves in my ass and upper thighs as he pulled and pushed me for the blow job.
My body started to tense as my climax grew. My legs lent power to Dennis' movement. I came with a stiff back, an even stiffer cock, and a swear word on a grunted breath.
I collapsed back into sitting over his lap once he'd pulled his mouth free of my dick.
"It's times like these that I wish we had our own bed to recoperate in," Dennis informed me as he raised his head to look into my face.
"Are you proposing?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow. He kissed me with closed lips, and I didn't push for more since I was still recovering.
"Not yet," he answered.
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