Chapter 19

“Fuck.”

Luca hissed and sped up. His cock smeared pre-cum all over Gus’s belly, pushing Gus closer to the edge. He tensed, not wanting to cum before his husband.

“Come on. Paint me with your cum,” he growled. He grabbed the back of Luca’s head and kissed him as he pushed in a second finger. “Shoot all over me. And you can lick it all off after you’re done.” He pushed hard against Luca’s gland on the last word, and Luca froze for a second before bucking his hips.

“Mine,” he moaned and unloaded hot stickiness all over Gus’s belly. “You’re mine.”

The possessive words and the sharp scent of his husband’s semen pushed Gus over. He buried his face in Luca’s neck as his cock swelled and shot all over his husband’s ass.

They collapsed in each other’s arms, covered in sweat and cum.

“That’s not how to make a baby,” Luca mumbled against Gus’s throat.

“No?”

“Uh-uh,” Luca confirmed.

“Lucky we’ve got the rest of our lives to practice,” Gus said and swept away long strands of sweaty hair from his husband’s face, uncovering twinkling eyes and the full pouty lips he loved so much.

“Yeah, real lucky.”Epilogue: Intervention and Happily-ever-after

2016

Luca looked around the bedroom to check that everything was ready for his intervention. Wine on the nightstand, vanilla-scented candles everywhere, and soft music playing on the stereo. A plate of sandwiches was ready in the fridge if Gus hadn’t had time to eat at the hospital as usual. He’d changed the sheets and set the LED-lights to turquoise, their designated “we have to talk” color.

He wore only pink velour sweats, and he had pulled his hair away from his face in a ponytail. He was comfortable and more than ready to discuss what was going on with his husband. Something had to be done about the black circles under Gus’s eyes, and Luca had a plan.

He wandered out to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, and stood in front of the window with his eyes trained on the driveway, waiting for Gus to come home. He was worried, and today was the day they were going to talk, whether Gus wanted to or not.

Gus had worked a lot lately, and they’d barely even seen each other some days. One of the doctors at the hospital had quit on short notice, and the management hadn’t had any luck in replacing him yet. This meant everyone had to cover his shifts, and Gus worked long, crazy hours. But even before the extra workload, Gus hadn’t been happy at the hospital for a while. He had spoken vaguely about doing something else, but nothing had come of it.

No more of that. Luca couldn’t stand by and watch his goofy, loving husband be dragged down and unhappy. Hence, the plan.

He put away the glass as he heard the car park outside on the driveway and went to welcome Gus home.

Gus seemed surprised to see him by the door, and he swept his gaze over Luca’s naked torso, but the usual hunger was missing. His eyes drooped, and he hunched over as if he was too tired to even stand up straight. Luca wasted no time. He grabbed Gus’s hand and dragged him into the bedroom, where he started undressing him.

“Oh-oh, what have I done now?” Gus asked as he saw the turquoise lighting. Luca was happy to see him manage a smile, even if it was weak.

“We’ll talk in bed,” Luca said and pulled off Gus’s sweater. He couldn’t resist running his fingers through Gus’s damp hair, and he was happy Gus had already showered at the hospital. That meant they could proceed with step one of the plan immediately. “Did you eat?” he asked and turned to the bedside table to pour the wine.

“I grabbed a sandwich before I left. I didn’t have time for lunch.”

“Good.”

Luca climbed into bed and leaned against the headboard. He spread his legs and patted the mattress in front of him. Gus wasted no time crawling in after him. He leaned his back against Luca’s chest. Luca wound arms and legs around his husband and put his chin on Gus’s shoulder.

“I’m worried,” Luca said.

“I know,” Gus mumbled.

“Talk to me, honey.”

Gus sighed, deep, weary. It sounded like it came all the way from his toes. “I’m so tired.”

The words were so frail and dejected, Luca felt as if someone had grabbed his heart and squeezed it. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“What for?” Gus sounded puzzled.

“For not realizing earlier how unhappy you are.”

Gus jerked and turned to look at Luca. “I’m not unhappy. You make me happy. I love you,” he said, his voice breaking and worry shining out of his big beautiful eyes.