“Yes! Thank you, thank you!” I could cry, I’m so happy. This idea might’ve only just popped into my head, but I’m already extremely invested in it. My hope is that John loves the fireplace and it helps him realize how great it can be to let people in. Not just for my own benefit either, although I would love for it to bring us closer, but also for him to realize he should open up more with his brothers, too.
I really feel like we’re headed in the right direction. The last few days have been filled with sex and sleepovers. John’s basically abandoned all his rules after the motorcycle incident. I wish I felt bad, but I don’t. Not when he’s been tying me up and covering me with his marks every chance he gets.
We haven’t explored any new kinks yet, except John did add a cock ring last night while he had me handcuffed to the bed post and fucked me. He said it would help me “be a good boy and resist coming for even longer.” It was great.
Leaving John’s brothers to keep working on my house, I decide it’s probably time to take Jack and Jenny to the farm so that they’re safe and away from the construction zone. Blake and Liam are obviously cool with it, but they’re pretty focused on their new puppy, so Wyatt has also assured me that he will give them extra attention and allow them to sleep in his house. I think he misses Lucky staying with him now that Blake and Liam are back from their honeymoon.
I call Blake before I head over to see what he knows about this annual camping trip I wasn’t invited on.
“Hey, man!” Blake says through the phone.
“Hey, are you with Liam?”
“He’s around here somewhere. I’m just hanging out, filming content with the new puppy and chickens.” Of course he’s with those beady-eyed birds.
“Well, don’t go find him. I’m coming over now with Jack and Jenny, and we’re making a plan.”
“What kind of plan?” he asks, confusion lacing his tone.
“I’ll tell you when I get there. This is a secret-best-friend-plan, so don’t move. I’ll see you in a minute,” I warn him before hanging up.
I’d tell him on the phone, but I can’t trust that Liam isn’t going to be popping up around him any second. It’s not that I don’t want Liam to know, per se, it’s just that I think it’d be more fun if Blake and I crash their camping trip unannounced. As long as Blake’s on board, that is.
Jack and Jenny are still small enough to ride in my car, but I know I’ll probably need to get a trailer to bring them places with me when they’re older, so I make a mental note to get one soon.
When I pull into Wyatt’s driveway a minute later, I park and drop off my babies with him before walking back to the chicken coop. Blake is holding a chicken in his arms and reaching for another while their new puppy rolls around in the dirt, so much cuter than any of the birds he’s so obsessed with.
“Come to Daddy,” he coos, and I roll my eyes. Those chickens don’t even live in his house. Can he really love them that much?
“Hey, how are chicken-daddy duties going?” I joke as I approach.
“Amazing as always.” Blake beams with the chickens in his arms. “What’s going on though? What’s this crazy plan Liam can’t know about? You know we’re done with secrets, Chad.”
Blake saying that almost makes me feel bad, but is this really a secret or is it a surprise? I’m choosing to think it’s a surprise. A fun surprise even John will enjoy—hopefully—because he’ll still be in full control of the weekend. I’ve never gone camping before and will have absolutely no clue what to possibly do without him. But I really do think we’ve gotten to a point where he enjoys my company, so I don’t think me showing up could be a bad thing.
“If itissomething you think would be an issue or you’re not comfortable keeping from him, of course you can tell him. I’d never want to come between you two. I just thought it could be a fun surprise.”
Blake nods at me, petting the chicken that didn’t escape his hold.
“So, John and Liam are doing that camping trip, and I might’ve asked John’s brothers to break into his house while they’re gone so that they can fix his fireplace. He really wants it working but it’s going to be expensive to fix. Soooo I was thinking we could surprise them on their trip so I can keep an eye on John?” It comes out like a question, my voice raising at the end.
“Why do you need to keep an eye on John?” Blake eyes me curiously.
“Well, just to make sure that his brothers can work without interruption. My goal is that John comes home and it’s all fixed,” I explain. I really hope he doesn’t hate me for that surprise either.But I think it’ll be great. Maybe I can teach John how to love surprises after all.
“You’ve really got it bad for him, huh? Surprising him with home renovations? So domestic,” he teases as he aims a pointed look at the visible hickey on my neck.If he only knew.
“I’m smitten as a kitten for that man,” I easily agree. “Well, what do you say?”
“Yeah, I’m down. But we could just tell them, ya know?” Blake says, trying to be the reasonable one between us.
I did briefly consider this, and as much as I think I could get John on board like I’ve done with almost everything else—except him acknowledging he’s my literal husband—I decided against it. If he doesn’t know, he can’t reject the idea, and I don’t want to risk that happening, no matter how unlikely I think that outcome is.
Forgiveness instead of permission seems to be the theme today.
“But don’t you think a surprise would be way more fun?” I prompt, hoping my charm works on my best friend like it worked on John’s brothers. “Just imagine Liam’s face when you show up unannounced. He’ll probably be so happy he’ll fall to his knees right there and kiss your feet. If it’s only the two of them, I can’t imagine they talk much. They’ve got to be bored out of their minds, and this is just a tradition they’re unwilling to change or something. We’ll make it way more fun for them.”
“I’m only doing this because you’re my best friend, and Liam wouldn’t be upset about it,” Blake agrees. I’d jump on him to say thank you, but he’s still holding that fucking chicken, and I don’t want these birds to think I’m hurting him and attack me with their sharp beaks or something.
