Dirty Hero

you insult them. Don’t be rude, Darkfist.”
    He laughed and slowly pulled out. “Lay in the grass with me?” he asked. We were done playing if he wasn’t ordering me around. I had done pretty well, only broke character once. I turned around and walked the few feet over to where he was laying down on his back. I wished he was naked so I could lie on top of him, but he still wore his costume, his pants still pulled down to his upper thighs. He was gorgeous.
    Lying down on my side next to him I rested my head on his chest. Brian wrapped his arm around me and pulled me tighter against him. “That’s what, four now?” Brian asked.
    “More like three and a half,” I replied, being a little snarky.
    “Why only three point five? There was the first time when we got together and I tied you up. And then there’s the fantasy where you are at work jerking off in the bathroom and I catch you and help you finish. How many times have I made that one come true? Sometimes twice in one day even.”
    “Thirty-four times, but you always get me so worked up that I have to go to the bathroom to get relief. I can’t work all day with an erection! And you can only cross it off the list once, doing it anymore after that is just for fun.” And fun we’ve had. I can’t go into the bathroom at work without popping a boner.
    “Then there was getting fucked in the rain on the deck of a boat. I had to get a boat license for that one, which should be extra credit or something,” Brian said sounding a little smug, deservedly so.
    “No extra credit since you enjoyed it as much as I did,” I replied, remembering the weekend on the houseboat Brian rented. I can’t even think about boats without my cock getting stiff.
    “And then tonight makes four.”
    “Except in my fantasy we didn’t fail the mission and we played a lot more. We had just gotten down on the grass and the first thing you said to me was about my outfit flaming and to turn it inside out. In my fantasy, we got the information we needed and then fucked in a ventilation shaft or in some hiding place.”
    “Wait, let me make sure I understand this. Because we only made it to the backyard and I didn’t wait long enough for you to imagine people were meeting about some villainess scheme, tonight only counts as half a fantasy completed?”
    “Yeah, it’s half a point, or if you want a letter grade it’s an E for Effort. You wouldn’t want me to change my fantasy just so your attempt to perform it was successful would you?”
    “No, of course not, I’ll make sure next time you have plenty of time to crawl around before anything sexual happens so the integrity of the fantasy is upheld.”
    “I knew you’d understand,” I said sounding a little sleepy, no way I’d let myself fall asleep though. I didn’t sleep with contacts in my eyes, it can lead to an infection and it’s not pretty. I’ll never make that mistake again, for the whole first week Brian and I were together, my left eye was a disgusting, bloodshot mess. I thought for sure he’d dump me before it healed, but he stuck by me and my nasty eye. Surprisingly, my right eye was fine and only my left eye had a vendetta to try and ruin my life by attempting to scare Brian away. Luckily it wasn’t too severe and some expensive as gold-shit eye drops cleared it up. Tonight was the first time I’d worn contacts since the night Brian and I got together, and no matter how tired I was, there was no way I’d fall asleep with demon-lenses in my eyes again. Not even wrapped in Brian’s tender embrace could I be lured into sleep while wearing contacts.
    Brian increased the pressure on his arm, pulling me even tighter against him. We continued to just lay there for a few minutes. “Six months. Best six months of my life,” he said quietly before he pressed his lips against my forehead.
    “Mine too,” I whispered back. Hard to believe how much could change in six months. I rarely stuttered anymore, only when Brian really surprised me and I got flustered. Like last week when he suggested we get tested to do away with the condoms. “For economical reasons,” he said, with as much sex as we were having, the condom budget was getting astronomical. Or like last night when he suggested we move in together, I eventually stammered my way through the surprise and agreed. Luckily, he thought my stutter was cute.
    The best part of the night was after dinner when he brought me home and we made love for hours. It was