“Now,” he said, “to quote my favorite cutie, ‘fuck me’.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, and I began to do as instructed.
Later, in the shower, he said, “I never thought it could be this good.”
“Yeah, isn’t it great? It’s been almost a year and it just keeps getting better and better.”
As we emerged from the bathroom, naked and dry, there was a tap on the door, and Norm said, “Your wineglasses are full and waiting for you in the living room. No need to get dressed—the blinds are drawn.”
“Okay,” Zeke said.
I grabbed Zeke in an embrace, kissed him, and said, “God, I love you.”
“I love you too, cutie.”
“Let’s go have our nightcap, then we can go back to bed.”
“Sure.”
We walked into the living room, and I took my usual place on the newer sofa—we’d finally had to acquire a second sofa, so that we could all snuggle while in the living room.
“Glass on the end table,” Norm said.
“I’ve got it,” I said.
“This is so cozy,” he said.