Box Shaped Heart
Copyright© 2018 by Laura S. Fox
Epilogue
Romantic Sex Story: Epilogue - Carter Malis thinks he knows exactly when he turned into a self-identified homophobe, and that had to be the moment when Aron Ruskin, his best friend since forever, announced to him that he was going to marry a dude. Great. So there were going to be two Mr. Ruskin's, and that without counting Aron's dad. And here's this thing. The face staring back from the mirror, the moment he wakes up in a hospital bed, doesn't belong to him, but to douchebag Alex, aka Aron's husband.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Consensual Romantic Gay Mystery Body Swap Paranormal Anal Sex Analingus Oral Sex
“Do you realize we are practically hiding in a closet?” Carter snickered.
Aron hushed him.
“They’ll find us,” his husband reproached.
“Of course they will,” Carter said matter-of-factly. “They have the dog with them. They’re already tracking us as we speak.”
“The fact that you’re making so much noise is not helping,” Aron glared.
“Okay, okay,” Carter agreed.
They stood in silence for a couple of seconds. There was no noise from outside. Well, they had found the perfect hiding place, in the closet under the stairs in Aron’s folks’ house. Great, they could relax a little.
“So,” he whispered, getting close to his husband, “what’s up?”
Aron circled his waist with one hand.
“Are you sure you want a honest reply to that? Because I know exactly what’s up right now, seeing that we’re all alone, in a confined place, and I only have to lean in like this, and kiss you.”
Carter was pretty certain that they were going to smooch each other so loudly that their trackers were going to find them any moment now.
“So, should we schedule a date for tonight? After 10 am, when everyone’s finally asleep, just you and me, the dads’ bedroom, and a bottle of wine?” Aron nuzzled his neck.
“I’d rather have a beer,” Carter protested. “Haven’t had one in a while. Why am I always the designated driver?” he faked complaint.
“Because the kids prefer your driving style for some reason.”
“Well, I do take them everywhere they want,” Carter pointed out.
“Yeah. You’re soft,” Aron chuckled.
“Someone’s got to be. Hey, it’s like I’m the good cop, and you’re the bad cop!” Carter exclaimed.
His husband hushed him with another kiss.
Then, Aron stopped and frowned.
“Hey, why am I the bad cop?”
It was Carter’s turn to laugh.
“Frankly, I think they are a tiny bit afraid of you. Deidre told her friends in kindergarten that her dad is as big as a mountain. And that her daddy, aka me, is just a little smaller. Of course, that was an exaggeration. But they believed her.”
“I don’t think they are afraid,” Aron glared.
“They are. Although you wouldn’t believe Freddie and what kind of explanations he’s coming up with for your behavior.”
“My behavior?” Aron exclaimed.
This time, Carter hushed him.
“It’s okay. They need the ground rules,” Carter whispered, sneaking his hands under his husband’s t-shirt.
Even in his forties, Aron still had the same awesome hard body. Carter could feel himself drooling.
“Well, if it were after you, we would all sleep in the same bed and have the dog on top of us all. We would have zero sex life,” Aron said, but Carter knew him well enough to notice the bubble of laughter underneath it all.
“Good thing I have you to play the bad cop role. I would never be capable of doing that,” Carter mumbled, his attention arrested by the hard planes of Aron’s torso. “And I would not like a zero sex life either.”
“Hey, don’t you think they should have found us by now?” Aron caught his hands and listened intently. “What do you think they’re up to?”
Carter sighed.
“I bet they came up with some plan of dragging us out of our hiding place. I’m sure Freddie said something like ‘oh, let’s just let them get bored and hungry, and they will come out’. Yeah, I think so.”