The drive back to the house had been silent but it wasn't the stiff and uncomfortable silence that Cyrus had become accustomed to in the past few weeks. It was just that they both had so much to say and do that there was no where to start and the intensity of it all was holding their tongues. How could you talk about day care when your husband just had a heart attack?

How could you begin to apologize for the the tremendous mistakes that you had made if your husband had held you and comforted you after your coma? How could they jeopardize the haze of calm which settled after these disasters when all they wanted was to be together?

They rolled into the garage and walked into the house. Cyrus removed his coat and hung it on the nearest chair and James whipped off his scarf in a single fluid movement. Cyrus watched as he unbuttoned his jacket and shrugged it off his shoulder. Four days in a coma and weeks before that. He wondered if enough had been forgiven or if maybe it wouldn't matter right now.

James looked up in the same instant that Cyrus shifted his gaze downward. It was awkward and a little dangerous to make a move at this point in the relationship but he wanted to. Maybe he should ask although that amount of consideration might actually give James a heart attack. Cyrus was not a compassionate man but James was an exception to everything. The man he didn't shot for the president; the man he didn't hide from the world because of his political stance; the man who made him care about emotions and life. If his job was his heroin and reason to breathe than his husband was why his life was full, why he laughed, sweat and cried, why he was still by any reach human.

James came over and quietly and pushed him against the wall. He leaned up and placed his lips on the base of Cyrus's throat. He kissed lightly and with the type of slow burning passion that he hadn't felt for years. James looked up hesitantly and then their lips met again. It was slow and hesitant. They were as unsure about themselves as they had ever been.

"Lets go upstairs." James insisted with a touch of desperation. When they reached the bedroom there was another wavering moment before they came together on the base of the bed. There kisses quickly escalated from gentle and hesitant to frantic. The heat rose and they began to divest each other of clothes; James yanking off Cyrus's shirt and while the man slithered out of his pants. The remaining clothes flew off in a bit of a frenzy.

Cyrus held him loosely around the shoulders and kissed him full on the mouth. The kisses were powerful and fluid, the opening and closing of there mouths even and intense. They slipped into the moments with practiced ease and renewed passion. Cyrus trailed his fingers down James' side and then followed the same path with a variety of kisses, for all his faults Cyrus possessed great talent and finesse in the movements of his mouth.

He continued to followed the lines of James's body, tracing where his lower right rib stuck out with his tongue; laving the thin swath of skin below his belly button. He made sure to dip his tongue into the hollows between hip and abdomen before he continued downward.

James's cock was flushed pink, it stood full and pulsing. Cyrus's tongue snuck out, circling the tip of his cock. He was prompted by James's long moan, and continued swirling his tongue around the member as James' hands slide up and down his back in circles. Cyrus sucked hard and let his teeth graze lightly on the shaft and James quivered and thrust his hips in response.

There were hard thrusts and bucking hips, soft moans and almost shrieks. There was wetness and sharp sucks and a languid pace of something to be savored.

"Oh god, Cy, oh oh AH" Whiteness exploded behind his eyes and he came in violent spurts. Cyrus swallowed and let the limp member slide out of his mouth. James was slick with sweat and he shifted forward so his head fell on Cyrus's chest with a thump.

Cyrus's own member was aching fiercely and he had missed the feel of James more than anything. He started to pump himself when James reached out with slender fingers and gripped his member forcefully. Cyrus exhaled sharply at the contact, the tactile pleasure of friction was innumerable.

It wasn't long before he tumbled into ecstasy with loud long moan. They curled up together on top of the covers to spent to do much more. The sun was set on the past and the clouds had lifted to the present. There was still shit to get through and so much to say and do but there was renewed sense of togetherness. They will enough.