Tattooed On You

Epilogue

"Can I hold it?" I have no idea what possesses me to even ask, and Hero clearly wonders too given the way his eyes widen, but what I do know, is that I'm fascinated.

We're in my bathroom, on the second floor of the house I moved into twenty-one months ago. It's early; normally six-thirty is not the time either of us wake up. But today isn't just any day. Today, my best friend is getting married.

She'll finally have her spring wedding just like she's dreamed of ever since she was a little girl. And I need to be at my old house in an hour to prepare.

I'd just brushed my teeth, and seconds ago, Hero -complete with wild hair and half-closed eyes still- marched into the bathroom as well. He needed to take a piss, and since we've passed the stage of awkwardness and feeling aware of ourselves completely by now, he doesn't have trouble pulling out his thing to relieve himself.

That's how disgusting our love is.

"You want to hold it?" He repeats, his eyes flickering from me to his semi-hard cock in his hand. He's stopped peeing, I reckon because he's that shocked, but I see that familiar glimmer in his eyes too. The one that tells me he's loving my weird shit just as much as I love his.

Shrugging, I move a little closer. "Can I? I want to see how good my aim is."

"Why? For when you have your own?" He laughs at his own joke but then he seems to realize that if I ever have my one, he'd be dealing with it too. "Jesus, it's too early for this nonsense, sweets."

"Come on," I whine, and on cue, he rolls his eyes. He knows me; I won't let this go. "Please?"

"You know I can't deny those eyes," he complains while beckoning me to come even closer. "Don't squeeze. Don't talk. Don't even look up at me. You'll make me hard if you do and then I can't do it."

I giggle and nod my head in promise too. But I feel like I need the theory behind his confession. "Really? You can't pee when it's hard?"

"I mean, I can. But it takes more effort," he tells me while taking my hand. "Don't squeeze," he repeats, and then he nods for me to hold him.

Carefully, I fold my hand around him. I don't hold him in the way I do when I wank him off, my grip is lighter than that. While I hold him, Hero's arm laces around my waist, and he presses his face in my hair.

"Okay, I'm gonna do it," he tells me. I'm not sure, but I sense a type of effort in his tone, and it makes me giggle.

"No, not the giggle," he grows lowly, his mouth pressed to my head still as I feel him swell in my hand. "Okay, fuck it. I can do this."

"Yes, you can," I cheer him on, and sure enough, he starts to pee a moment later.

"You are so insane," he mumbles against my hair before leaving a kiss there. "I love it."

Chuckling and while aiming him perfectly, I think back to all the times he's said that to me. Hero and I have shared some pretty insane things in the time we've been together. Nasty things. Things that I never in a million years thought I would do. But with him, I surprise myself every single time. It can't get filthy enough I'm afraid.

When he's done, I let go of him, and while I wash my hands, he takes care of business. "Thank you for your assistance, ma'am."

"You are very welcome, Two Dimples." I smile as I watch him appear in the mirror. He's behind me, his arms folding around me until his hands can hold the sink so he has me trapped. I feel him poke against my lower back and his eyes are not even hiding what he wants either. "I have to get going soon. Mia will murder me if I'm late."