Sing Me Your Love Song by Raine O'Tierney

Author:Raine O'Tierney
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, gay, fantasy, fate, mm, magical realism, gypsy, virgin, red thread of fate, gay rom

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Reed wasn’t supposed to be smoking in the bathroom, but it was the only way he could think to calm his jangling nerves. Idiot. He’d wanted this. He’d initiated this. Hell, he still wanted this. But now that it was actually happening it seemed really intense. He wished he were still buzzed.

Reed took a drag off his cigarette and climbed into the empty claw-foot bathtub.

“This is idiotic,” Reed muttered, glaring hard at his hands. “I don’t want to have to add ‘Got too scared to do it’ to my list of epic fails.”

He looked over the edge of the tub, down at the pattern of black-and-white octagonal floor tiles. The grout was scrubbed spotless. Another thing he needed someone to do around the house. Scrub the grout. He wondered if his new husband could do things like that: launder the comforter, scrub the grout…

“You aren’t the first ‘bride’ to get nervous on their wedding night.” Kennick’s voice was gentle through the closed door. Reed hadn’t locked it, but he was grateful that Kennick hadn’t tried the knob. He just needed another moment to collect his thoughts.

“You know I want to, right?”

“I’m pretty sure I remember you mentioning wanting ‘to get laid,’” Kennick agreed.

Instead of pulling himself out of the dry tub and going to Kennick like he wanted to do, Reed sank further down. The porcelain was cool on his back. He was the drunken idiot who had propositioned Kennick. He was the one who insisted they get married. Though…was that legally binding—ha! Pun—what Day had done? The whole searing his flesh thing? He didn’t think it would hold up in court.

“Come out here and sing me your love song, Cattail.”

Reed’s face burned at the words and the nickname.

“‘Sing me your love song’?”

“It’s something we traditionally say on our first night together.”

“Does it translate roughly to ‘Spread your legs, Reed, and take it’?”

“Not at all. It’s a storytelling ritual.”

“Go on.”

“Typically, one partner will ask the other to sing them a love song—an erotic story meant to seduce and get them both in the mood.”

“You want me to sing you an erotic song?”

“I want you to come out of the bathroom, let me undress you, and I will tell you a story to get you in the mood.”

“You aren’t going to sing it?” Reed joked weakly.

“I could, but the only songs I know are in my language, and you wouldn’t understand them.”

“I suppose not,” he said quietly, letting his head fall back. Remember, Printheth Cattail, you wanted this. “What’s the story about?”

“Not until you’re out here with me.”

“Where did you learn it?”

“It came to me after we were bound.”

Reed’s eyebrows went up, and he exhaled the last of the cigarette smoke. Reaching out and dropping the butt in the open toilet, he listened to the quick hiss as the embers died out.

“You’ve been thinking up a story this whole time?”

“Something like that,” Kennick said. “More like remembering. Are you coming out, or do you want me to come to you?”

With a nervous sort of excitement, Reed pushed himself out of the tub.

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