Culture Shock

by jtrue

Emmett and Nasir, two men from very different backgrounds who meet and fall in love. When Nasir is forced into an arranged marriage can they overcome the conflicts of two vastly different cultures to find their own definition of family? SLASH LEMONS MA

10. Chapter 10

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

My darling, delightful and dear twin sister Liz helped me greatly with this chapter, especially in how to deal with children. Children are a complete mystery to me. Not all gay men want children, and I would be one of those. Two Dachshunds are as close as I want to get.

Anyone who has not read Equal & Opposite, or is not now reading Errors & Omissions should go do so right now. Links to both stories are in my profile.

WARNING:

This story is intended for an adult audience! There is crude speech, hate speech and adult sexual subject matter of a homosexual nature. If you are under 18 stop reading now!

AU/AH/OC

All characters from Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer. I just take them out and play with them.

All characters from Harry Potter belong to J K Rowling. I just play with them too.

I have included actual Arsenal players as characters in this chapter. Real People. Much as I would like to, I do not know them. I do not know anything about them. Their personalities and sexual orientations, as depicted herein, are entirely fictional.

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Chapter 10: Gunners and New Friends

8 Months Ago

It was the light that woke him. Emmett sat up and rubbed his face. He had slept a couple hours and while it wasn't enough he felt better than he did. Emmett marveled at how short the night was when traveling at six hundred miles per hour against the rotation of the Earth. Gavin walked down the aisle wearing a smile from ear to ear.

"Good morning, sir. Are you ready for breakfast?" Gavin asked.

"I think so. In a few minutes. Are my friends up?" Emmett asked.

"Just stirring," Gavin smiled and headed back forward. Emmett climbed out of his bed and stood in the aisle to stretch. He was no longer hard, but his manhood hung heavily in his thin cotton pajama bottoms. He needed to take a piss, but he looked in on Nasir first. His lover was sleeping peacefully and Emmett did not want to wake him. Emmett headed forward to the lavatory. As he passed Seth's bed he noticed it was empty. He figured Seth was in the bathroom already and turned to check on Garrett, only to discover Seth was not in the bathroom at all. His best friend was snuggled up in his lover's arms.

"Well, good morning, guys," Emmett bid.

"Morning," Seth sounded very pleased.

"Now I know why Gavin was smiling so much. Seth, you little shit, did you sleep there?" Emmett asked.

"Right where he belongs," Garrett answered.

"Don't hate just because you two big oxen can't fit," Seth teased.

"Green with envy, is what I am," Emmett confessed. He watched them a moment. "Are you guys gonna get up?"

"Garrett can't right now," Seth giggled.

"Oh, let me guess," Emmett knew.

"He's hard," Seth confirmed.

"He wouldn't be if you could keep your ass off of his dick for one whole minute," Emmett scooped Seth up out of the bed effortlessly in his strong arms, and set him on his feet in the aisle.

"Rip me out of my man's arms, you big brute!" Seth made a fist and hit Emmett on his left pec. Emmett just rolled his eyes as Seth did not hurt him at all.

"I have to pee anyway," Seth's long hair swirled around him as he turned toward the forward lavatory. The King was not awake, but not fully asleep either and swung noticeably in Seth's pajamas.

"Oh no you don't. That's where I was going," Emmett followed. Seth opened the door to the bathroom and Emmett stepped right in behind him. The lavatories in First, while by no means spacious, were much larger than a normal aircraft bathroom and both men fit comfortably. Seth lifted the seat, hauled himself out of his pajamas and pulled his foreskin back. Emmett stepped up next to him and did the same. It was certainly not the first time they had taken a piss together and probably would not be the last.

"Don't look at my dick," Emmett said as their streams co-mingled.

"Stop waving it in my face!" Seth teased back.

"I can't help it if you're at eye level with my junk, ya midget," Emmett kept on. Seth nudged him as hard as he could in the ribs with his shoulder. Emmett did not expect it and did stumble slightly.

"Hey! Careful, I'll pee on myself," Emmett protested.

"At least this time you'll have someone to blame it on," Seth said as their streams waned and dribbled to a stop. Emmett just laughed and shook his head as they both shook the last drops from themselves. Seth flushed the toilet and they stepped out of the lavatory. Garrett waited outside.

"Oh, sorry, Garrett," Emmett said. "I should have let Seth pee with you."

"No, you shouldn't," Garrett stepped inside and shut the door.

"Why would he say that?" Emmett looked to his best friend.

"It's easy to pee with you because I don't care if your dick is in my face. I don't want your dick. I can't pee with Garrett because if I see it, I have to touch it, and we'll both get hard, and we won't want to stop, and I think you get it," Seth explained.

"Sounds like you've been down this road once before," Emmett concluded.

"At Garrett's office, and I don't want to talk about it. Go check on your man," Seth commanded. Emmett needed no urging to do that. He just smiled and shook his head as he walked back to suite 2E. Suites 1A, 1E and 2A had already been converted back to seats and their carry on bags sat in the seats. Still in his bed, Nasir was almost up as he leaned on his elbows. His eyes were heavy and it melted Emmett's heart.

"Aw, morning, sleepy," Emmett stepped up close and bent down to kiss his lover on the lips. He brought a hand to Nasir's scruffy face.

"Morning, Habibi. Did you sleep well?" Nasir asked softly.

"As well as I ever do without you beside me," Emmett answered. "Hey, I brought you something," Emmett stood up straight and looked around.

"What?" Nasir looked up at him.

"Breakfast," Emmett groped himself and outlined his growing cock clearly in the thin cotton. Nasir's eyes went wide.

"Oh! They can keep their fritata, this is what I want!" Naisr leaned closer to Emmett and rubbed his face against his lover's growing erection through the thin fabric. Emmett leaned into suite 2E and they almost had privacy. Only Seth was in a position to see them and neither of them cared about that. Nasir looked up at Emmett with desperate eyes.

"Pull it out! Please, Habibi. Let me suck you," Nasir pleaded.

"Nasi, we can't!" Emmett looked around again. The only person in their seats or in the aisle was still Seth. "Seth, c'mere," Emmett called. Seth walked over and immediately grasped the situation.

"Oh, you are not!" Seth knew why they needed him. He quickly took up his sentry position. "Hurry."

"Emmett pulled down the front of his pajama bottoms and his more than half hard joint flopped onto Nasir's ravenous face. Nasir quickly took his lover's hose in his mouth and down his throat as he pressed his lips into Emmett's pubes. Emmett took a stricken gasp.

"Quiet, Emmy," Seth cautioned. Nasir moved his tongue on Emmett's sensitive cum tube and his lover quickly grew to full erection down his throat. Nasir knew he had little time. He pulled his mouth back and began to suck on Emmett hard and fast.

"Oh, shit!" Emmett said as his lover's mouth bobbed on his straining bone.

"Emmy," Seth shushed. Emmett looked down on where Nasir's lips clutched to his shaft as his mouth rode his throbbing pole. Garrett emerged from the forward lavatory and caught sight of Seth and Emmett at Nasir's bed. He read Emmett's body language and knew the big guy was getting head even before he saw the look on Seth's face. Garrett could not suppress his smile as he walked back to his own seat as casually as he could.

"Hoh, my God!" Emmett gave a horse whisper as he began to tremble.

Seth cleared his throat in an exaggerated manner as the old woman from suite 3A emerged from the lavatory at the aft of the cabin. Nasir very reluctantly pulled his mouth off his lover's throbbing cock and Emmett quickly stuffed it back inside his pajamas. Seth stepped away from them toward the old woman to distract her attention.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" Seth asked sweetly.

"I did, dear. Aren't you sweet to ask," she said and patted his shoulder. She took no notice of the tall muscular man behind him as he moved quickly back into his own seat. Seth smiled and popped back to Emmett's side. Emmett sat in his seat and held a pillow to his lap while he tried to catch his breath.

"You got close, didn't you?" Seth asked.

"Shit. I got very close," Emmett confided. "I can't believe Nasi just sucked my dick on the plane right here in the middle of the cabin! Now I'm gonna have blue balls till we get to the hotel."

Seth found that very funny and laughed all the way back to the bathroom to change. Soon the men were all dressed again in their traveling clothes, and back in their seats as breakfast was served. Garrett and Seth enjoyed the full English breakfast while Nasir chose the salmon fritata and Emmett ate a more healthy yogurt and granola with a fruit smoothie. Gavin served them all a mimosa, and a wink, even though they did not ask for it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We have begun our final descent into London Heathrow. I have illuminated the fasten seat belt sign. Please remain seated for the duration of our flight. Thank you," came the announcement just as breakfast was cleared away. The crew stowed their carry on bags for them again and busily made the cabin ready for arrival. Emmett unclipped his seatbelt and dashed across the aisle. Nasir looked up with a smile as Emmett bent to him.

"I just had to kiss you," Emmett said and did so. Nasir relished his lover's soft, full lips on his own and smiled after Emmett as he scurried back to his seat. The cabin bounced just a little as they passed through the cloud layer. Soon Emmett and Seth could see the countryside. Seth sat with his legs folded up beneath him. His feet didn't reach the floor in this huge seat. It was no different than the big sofa in the den at home. While it was overcast, Seth was happy to see it was not raining. He had plenty enough of that at home.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Gavin began his spiel. "We ask that all seat backs and tray tables be placed in their full upright and locked position in preparation for landing. Any carry on items that you may have got out during the flight need to be placed back in the overhead compartment or beneath the seat in front of you. Please let us know if you need any assistance doing so. We will be landing shortly."

Seth just relaxed in his seat as he watched the ground grow ever closer. The plane banked around and then tilted back and forth as the pilot lined the big jet up with the runway. It was not more than another five minutes before the wheels of the 777 hit the runway. It was a long moment of rolling before the nose came down and the giant turbofans reversed thrust. They could feel the additional application of the brakes as the heavy plane slowed down. Eventually they turned off of the runway and began the long taxi to their gate.

"This is your First Officer speaking. From the Flight Deck, welcome to the United Kingdom. Local time is eleven fifty two AM. Flight Attendants, doors to Arrival and cross check," came the heretofore unheard voice.

"Please remain seated with your seatbelts securely fastened until the aircraft has come to a complete stop at the gate," Gavin picked right up. "This is the terminating point of British Airways flight forty eight. British Airways hopes you enjoy your stay in the United Kingdom, or wherever your travels take you. If you are making a connection here at London Heathrow, uniformed Gate Attendants will be available to assist you at the end of the jetbridge."

The cabin crew brought them their bags and Nasir and Garrett their suit jackets as the plane continued to drive through the big airport. A few short minutes later the plane, at last, came to a halt.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to London Heathrow, Terminal Five," Gavin finished.

"Here we are, boys," Garrett stepped out into the aisle. He took Seth's hand just as Nasir took Emmett's hand as they waited for the door to be opened. What seemed forever, was only a few minutes, and they walked off their plane. Gavin smiled and patted their shoulders as they passed. They walked down the long jetbridge and emerged into the gate area.

"Which way to the spa?" Seth flipped his hair dramatically.

"The spa is waiting for you, Emira. We just have to go through Immigration and customs first," Nasir led the way. It was not too long of a walk through the airport. They declared that they were in the country as tourists, had their passports stamped, and headed for baggage claim. They obtained their luggage, and Emmett rented a cart on which to pile it, after they emerged without incident from Customs. They followed Nasir to the elevators and ascended to the top floor.

The Concorde Room was a luxurious oasis on the upper level of Terminal Five with views for miles around, by membership or First class ticket only. They showed their tickets and were quickly admitted. The smiling young woman handed Nasir a key on a large ring.

"Here is the key to your cabana, Mr. al Qasimi. I shall escort you," she beamed.

"Not at all. I know the way," Nasir nodded.

"Shall I have a porter assist you with your luggage?" she asked further.

"Just hold it here, thank you," Nasir gestured. Nasir led the way into and through the vast lounge.

"This is impressive," Garrett said as they followed their leader. Nasir knew right where he was going and admitted them to Cabana 3. The room had a desk, two chairs and a large day bed. The back wall was glass and behind the sliding door was a bathroom with a large vanity with a white vessel sink and a spacious shower.

"Here we are, guys," Nasir spread his arms.

"This is great, Nasi," Emmett approved.

"I, for one, would love a shower. Get undressed, Gar," Seth commanded. Nasir sat down in the chair nearest the desk and picked up the phone.

"I will call the spa and check us in," Nasir began.

Seth shed his white leather vest and very sensually peeled his form fitting shirt off over his head. Garrett stood beside him unbuttoning his dress shirt.

"Oh, Seth," Garrett ran his hands up his lover's bare ribs. "I can't be held responsible for my actions when you do that."

Seth dropped his shirt on the spare chair with a smile. "Good," he shifted his little hips and unbuttoned, and very slowly, unzipped his jeans. Garrett had only managed to unbutton his shirt. The sight of his thin lover's thickening happy trail into his now exposed pubes drove him wild. Garrett grabbed Seth and scooped him off his feet with an arm behind his back and the other beneath his knees. Seth squealed with joy.

"Don't mind us," Garrett said calmly as he carried his light partner into the bathroom. Seth's jeans flew out to land on the floor in only seconds. Emmett giggled as they were followed by Seth's socks and then Garrett's shirt, pants, socks and underwear. Emmett could not help himself. He picked up Garrett's underwear and stepped into the open bathroom doorway.

"Garrett, I didn't know you wear underwear under jeans," Emmett said thoughtfully. Garrett and Seth stood in the bathroom wtih their naked bodies pressed together, face to face.

"Emmett, I love you, but get the hell out of this bathroom," Garrett was firm. Emmett giggled and held up his hands.

"Okay, okay," Emmett stepped out and slid the frosted glass door closed. A knock came at the outer door and Nasir rose to answer it. Four plush white robes and a menu of spa services had been delivered. Nasir handed the menu to Emmett and hung all the robes on the hook on the back of the door.

"Let me see," Emmett read down the list. "Flying Hydrating facial, Stress-Away Shoulder and Scalp massage, Flying Feet, Exotic Hand and Arm massage, and the intelligent back massage chair. Hmm. You get the shoulder and scalp, Nasi?" Emmett asked.

"And I love it," Nasir shed his shirt and dropped it in the pile.

"I think I will too," Emmett gave a nod. Nasir took the menu from Emmett's hands and dropped in on the desk.

"Right now all I want you to think about is getting naked with me," Nasir unbuttoned Emmett's shirt. Emmett had taken off the tank top that he slept in when he got dressed on the plane. Nasir pushed the shirt off of Emmett's broad shoulders and ran his hands over his lover's massive bare chest. Emmett ran his hands through the fur on his lover's bare chest.

"I can't believe you sucked my dick on the plane," Emmett turned on his dimples.

"Believe it," Nasir unbuttoned Emmett's jeans and pulled the zipper down. "All I think about on the plane is your cock. Every time I'm on the plane," Nasir pushed Emmett's jeans down off his hips. Emmett likewise freed his lover of his pants and both half awake snakes swung free. They stepped out of their jeans and bent to take off their socks. Nasir stretched out on the day bed with his back propped up on pillows and opened his arms.

"Lay on me," Nasir bid.

"I want to suck you too," Emmett knelt on the bed.

"No, not now. I want you to lay back on me," Nasir gestured. Emmett did as he was told and sat between Nasir's spread legs and leaned back against Nasir's chest. Nasir ran his hands over his lover's shoulders and let his fingers explore the well known territory of Emmett's chest. He licked his index and middle fingers of both hands and lightly rubbed Emmett's nipples. Emmett closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. His bone quickly grew to full mast. Nasir had to lean to the side and go under Emmett's arm to reach, but he took hold of Emmett's erection. He gave a slow stroke.

"Does that feel good, Habibi?" Nasir asked.

"Yeah," Emmett gave his quiet answer.

"I like to hold your big hard cock in my hand, and stroke it," Nasir did so. "Think about my lips around your big dick. You know I like to suck you."

"You suck me so good, Nasi," Emmett whispered with his eyes closed. Nasir continued to slowly stroke his lover.

"Almost as good as you," Nasir answered. He ignored Emmett's smirk. "Thank you for letting me suck you on the plane. That has been my fantasy for a long time now. To suck you on the plane. Did it feel good?"

"Shit, yeah. You nearly had me. I almost came," Emmett confessed. His memory of the event combined with his lover's hand caused Emmett to leak in quantity. It got caught up in his foreskin and ran down onto Nasir's fingers.

"Oh, you are leaking. I love how you leak," Nasir let go of Emmett just long enough to bring his fingers to his mouth to lick and suck his lover's precum from them. "Allah, but I love how you taste," Nasir took back up his slow masturbation of his lover's thick hard prick. "Do you know how it excites me to know I nearly made you come on the plane?"

"Hmm. I can feel it," Emmett could feel Nasir's erection press into his back.

"I was so hard when I was sucking you. If you had filled my mouth with your sweet cum right there in the cabin I would have been so turned on, I might have come in my pajamas," Nasir continued to stroke Emmett.

"I wouldn't want that to happen," Emmett said.

"No?" Nasir asked.

"No. Your cum belongs one of two places. My ass or my mouth," Emmett stated. Nasir gave a smile.

"I won't argue with that, Habibi," Nasir kissed along Emmett's strong shoulder.

"Ugh. Go faster, Nasi," Emmett bid.

"I am not trying to get you off. I just want to slowly stroke you and make you feel good," Nasir said.

"Nasi, my balls are already blue," Emmett pleaded. "I need to come."

At that moment the glass door to the bathroom slid open and Seth appeared wrapped in a towel. Nasir stopped stroking Emmett, but just held the big throbbing dick.

"Uh-oh. Do you guys need a minute or two?" Seth asked.

"What times does it say there?" Nasir asked.

"One twenty eight," Seth answered. Nasir at last let go of his lover's straining erection.

"We have to be at the spa in fifteen minutes," Nasir stated.

"Oh, shit," Emmett quickly got up and Nasir followed.

"Put on a robe, Sethy," Nasir gestured. "They will press our clothes while we are at the spa."

Seth put up his hand to shield his eyes from his friend's erections. "Don't point those things at me! Get in the shower, you two!"

Garrett stepped aside, holding his towel before him, while Seth put his hands on Emmett's butt and pushed him into the bathroom. Nasir giggled the more when Seth did the same to him. Seth pulled his towel off and used it to dry his long hair more before dropping it on the floor.

"I swear. It's like I have two horny teenagers on my hands," Seth got one step toward the robes when he was seized firmly by his narrow hips. Garrett pulled his naked lover to his naked body.

"Three," Garrett said as his left arm circled Seth's chest and his right hand traveled down to take hold of The King.

Twenty minutes later Nasir, Garrett and Seth laid on matching plush chaise lounges, all in a row, in the Elemis Spa. Emmett was in with the masseur. They wore their long white robes and sipped champagne from crystal flutes.

"Okay, Nasir, now I get it," Seth took a sip and gave a sigh.

"Yes, Sethy. Now you do," Nasir gestured with his own glass.

Emmett at last returned, escorted by a very blonde man, built just like him, in a tight white polo shirt and pants.

"That was really great," Emmett took the vacant chaise next to Nasir. The Arab handed his lover a flute.

The big Swede took Seth next and then Garrett and Nasir. When they returned to their cabana all their shirts and the two suit jackets were on hangars freshly pressed. Seth's leather vest, which of course had not been pressed, was also on a hangar. The jeans were all folded up in a row on the day bed. They all got dressed and bid farewell to the Concorde Room.

A representative from the hotel was waiting for them at the Concorde desk, at three sharp, as arranged. A porter assisted them with their luggage and the hotel rep escorted them to their waiting, chauffeur driven, slate gray, Bentley Continental Flying Spur. Nasir was a gentleman and took the front seat with the driver. Seth, as usual, tucked himself under Garrett's arm for the fifty minute drive from Heathrow into the city center of London.

Hotel staff swarmed the car as soon as it pulled up to Claridge's. Nasir led the way into the opulent hotel. Seth took Garrett and Emmett's hands as they walked through the incredibly elegant lobby. The elite of London appeared to be gathered for High Tea in The Foyer lounge directly off of the lobby.

"This is a really nice hotel," Emmett commented.

"Wait till you see the penthouse," Garrett smiled.

"How come you seem to be in on everything?" Seth looked at his partner with a critical eye.

"Because, Sweetness, your best friend's lover is my best friend, and we talk about everything," Garrett explained. "Especially you two."

By the time they joined Nasir at the Front Desk an extremely officious woman, with a portfolio in her hands, was waiting to escort them. She wore her gray hair up and had a gray wool suit and skirt to match.

"Won't you walk this way, gentlemen," she bid and led the way to the elevator. Emmett squeezed Seth's hand to prevent the snicker he knew was brewing. Another member of the hotel staff held the lift for them. In but a moment they were on the top floor. Their escort led the way down the corridor to two solid heavy heavily lacquered wood doors. She inserted a key card and pushed them open.

"Here we are, gentlemen. The Davies Penthouse," she led the way through the black and white marble entry hall, through another set of double doors, into the barrel vaulted salon. The room was awash in golden light from the sunflower yellow walls. Large French doors led onto a broad terrace looking east. "Your butler has been summoned and will arrive presently with your luggage. The bar has been stocked with the spirits and beers you requested, Mr. al Qasimi," she stood near the antique desk.

"Laphroaig, Kettle One, Grey Goose?" Nasir asked as he walked toward her.

"Yes, sir," she confirmed.

"Spaten, Heineken and," Nasir turned, "what was it you wanted, Garrett?"

"Stella Artois," Garrett answered as he dropped his tapestry bag on a chair.

"All in the refrigerator, sir," she stated. "Here are four room keys. If I could just ask you to sign here," she held out a pen. Nasir stepped to the desk and did so. She gave him a copy and handed him his Centurion Card.

"Thank you," Nasir gave a nod.

"Thank you, Mr. al Qasimi. I'll leave you gentlemen to get settled. Again, welcome to Claridge's," she paused to give a smile and departed the way she came in.

"Here we are, guys," Nasir spread his arms. Emmett walked to where his lover stood by the desk.

"This is a great hotel and a great suite, Nasi," Emmett put his arms around Nasir.

"I am glad you like it, Habibi," Nasir gave Emmett a soft kiss on his lips. He slid his hands over the twin mounds of Emmett's ass and looked over his shoulder. "Which bedroom do you guys want?"

"I want this one," Seth bounced into the nearest bedroom with a king size canopy bed all in toile.

A doorbell rang and before they could move they heard the front doors to their suite open. A man in a black suit coat and striped pants strode into the salon. He wore a white shirt with a black bow tie and a black vest that buttoned nearly to his neck.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am Clive, your butler. May I know you gentleman's names?"

"McCarty, Thompson, al Qasimi, and somewhere back there, Clearwater," Nasir pointed.

"Very good, sirs," as Clive spoke two fresh faced young men wheeled a brass baggage cart into the room behind him. "Kindly point out where which bags go, and I shall unpack them for you," Clive gestured. Garrett was the closest.

"These in this room here," Garrett pointed.

"Thank you, Mr. Thompson," Clive snapped his fingers at the bellboys and they rushed the bags to their homes.

"Before you unpack, please open four beers and leave them in the bottle. One of each and one extra Spaten," Nasir requested.

"Of course, sir," Clive moved to the bar, opened the cold bottles and placed them on a silver tray. He stepped to Garrett, Nasir and Emmett who took their respective brands. They heard Seth even before he emerged from the entry hall.

"Did you guys know it goes all the way through back around through there?" Seth came face to face with the butler he had never met and his silver tray with an open frosty cold Heineken. Seth looked flatly at the beer, up at the butler, back to the beer and then took it. "Thank you."

Clive tucked his tray under his arm. "Shall I unpack for you now, gentlemen?"

"Please," Nasir gestured with his bottle. Emmett walked over to the French doors.

"Let's go outside," Emmett pulled open the door and walked out onto the terrace. The others followed him and joined him at the balustrade.

"Wow, what's that?" Seth pointed.

"That is called the London Eye," Garrett answered.

"Can we go on it?" Seth asked.

"I bet it's one hell of a view," Emmett added. Garrett gave a chuckle.

"What?" Emmett asked.

"He is laughing because we have that planned for tomorrow night," Nasir informed. Nasir put his arm around Emmett and held him close. Garrett did the same to Seth and they all stood quietly looking out over London and drinking their beer. They were interrupted finally by Clive as he stepped out onto the terrace behind them.

"Bit of a chill in the air this afternoon. Shall I lite the fire for you, gentlemen?" Clive asked.

"Please," Nasir bid.

"Very good, sir. You gentlemen are all unpacked. Will you require anything else, this afternoon?" Clive asked.

"That will be all, thank you," Nasir was formal.

"Do enjoy your stay at Claridge's, gentlemen, and please don't hesitate to ring for me, should you require anything a'tol," Clive almost gave a smile and went back inside.

"Let's go sit by the fire," Seth pulled Garrett along. They all went back inside and Nasir pulled the door shut. A large white carved marble fireplace was a dominant feature of the main salon. A great tufted ottoman sat before the fire and sofa and chairs were gathered around that. Seth took one end of the sofa and folded his legs up beneath him. Emmett sat down and leaned back on the ottoman.

"This is nice," Emmett stated. Seth drained the last of his beer.

"Honey, you want another beer?" Seth asked.

"As a matter of fact, I do not," Garrett set his bottle down on an end table and took Seth's from him and did the same. He then scooped Seth up in his arms. "What I want, is to see you in our bedroom, Mr. Clearwater," Garrett carried a giggling Seth away. The smaller man leaned back in his partner's arms and shook out his long hair.

"Don't mind us," Seth gave a dramatic gesture with the arm that was not around Garrett's back.

"Have fun," Emmett called after them. He shook his head and drained the last of his own beer. Nasir knelt on the floor between Emmett's legs. He reached for the buttons on Emmett's shirt.

"You look very sexy on this ottoman," Nasir unbuttoned the shirt and pulled it out of Emmett's pants. He spread it wide and ran his hands over Emmett's firm body. Emmett closed his eyes as Nasir covered his left nipple with his mouth.

"Mmm. That feels good, Nasi," Emmett sighed as the warm sensual tongue caressed his nipple. Nasir pushed Emmett's shirt off his shoulders and moved his hands to Emmett's pants.

"Should we go in the bedroom?" Emmett asked as his jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped.

"No. Lay back," Nasir bid. "I want to take care of you right here," Nasir pulled the shirt away as Emmett laid out flat on the huge tufted piece of furniture. Emmett lifted his hips to allow Nasir to pull his jeans down. His half hard hooded cobra flopped across his thigh.

"Get naked with me, Nasi" Emmett requested. He put his hands behind his head to watch as Nasir shed his own clothes. Emmett's cock grew to full erection as his lover's body was revealed. "Yeah. I had this sexy hot Arab guy suck my dick on the plane from the States this morning. Nearly made me come, too. Don't tell my lover," Emmett teased. Nasir knelt back down and ran his hands up Emmett's solid thighs. He gave a sly smile.

"It will be our secret," Nasir bent down to give wet kisses along Emmett's sensitive cum tube.

"Oh, yeah," Emmett moaned. Nasir kissed his way from the serpent's exposed head down to the swollen orbs in their shaved sac.

"Are these balls still blue, Habibi?" Nasir panted small wet kisses on his lover's nuts.

"Very blue. I need to come so bad, Nasi" Emmett confirmed.

"Let me see if I can help my habibi feel better," Nasir spoke between kisses. Emmett moaned softly as Nasir began to lap at the big smooth stones. Nasir gave slow broad licks across the precious jewels. Then he drew Emmett's left testicle into his mouth.

"Ugh," Emmett felt the warm embrace of his lover's mouth. He felt the velvet tongue circle around his trapped egg. Nasir sat on the floor as he gently suckled on his lover's balls. His own sword stood rigid in his lap and demanded attention. Nasir took himself in his left hand and began to masturbate. Emmett moaned again as Nasir gave equal attention to his other testicle. Nasir carefully released Emmett's most sensitive orb from his mouth and ran his tongue in one long swipe up the underside of the big dick.

"Ugh," Emmett's crank gave a jump. A clear strand of his dick drool connected his wet head to the accumulation that had begun on his abdomen.

"Oh, I love how you leak," Nasir took Emmett in his mouth.

"Hoh, shit!" Emmett felt his engorged prick sink down his lover's throat. He looked down to see Nasir's encircling lips press into his pubes. Just as slowly Nasir drew his mouth up Emmett until the fat cock pulled free of his throat and mouth. Nasir rose from the floor and stood over Emmett. Nasir held Emmett in his right hand and himself in his left and rubbed their dickheads together as he stroked them both. They both oozed precum and it mixed together on their heads. Emmett reached up to take hold of Nasir's heavy balls. He tugged lightly.

"Oh, yeah, Emmett, pull on my nuts," Nasir said as he continued to stroke them both and rub their leaking heads together. Emmett sat up slightly and leaned forward just enough to pull Nasir's dick up and give a slurp on his lover's wet cowled head. He continued to tug on the full trimmed scrotum. Nasir began to pump himself faster.

Emmett looked up at Nasir's face. "You want to come on me?"

"Ugh. I will come on you soon," Nasir gave a nod.

"Come on my dick," Emmett was turned on by this prospect. "I want your cum on my cock and balls!" Emmett continued to tug on his lover's tightening sac.

"I will. Ugh. I'm getting close, Habibi," Nasir's masturbating left hand moved quickly on himself. He only held Emmett with his right. Emmett sat up partially again to bring his face closer to his lover's prick.

"Give me your cum, Nasi," Emmett could not help himself as he took the drooling head of his lover's meat in his mouth.

"Hoh!" Nasir jacked himself in Emmett's mouth. He felt Emmett's tongue slowly travel around his glans and through his oozing slit. "Emmett, do you want me to come in your mouth? Ugh. Allah! I'm gonna come!"

Emmett was completely torn. He wanted to feel Nasir's love juice pour on his dick, but he also very much wanted to drink it. He realized he could suck it from Nasir anytime he wanted it. Emmett quickly pulled off of Nasir and laid back. "Yeah, Baby. Come on me."

Nasir was but a second away from squirting off in his lover's mouth. He screwed up his face as he fisted himself over the edge. "Ungh!" Nasir stopped stroking his throbbing bone and just held it as he blew out on his lover. Emmett's body was painted in streaks of his lover's jizz.

"Hah!" Nasir aimed his weapon at Emmett's cock and balls. Thick white ropes of his seed spurted onto Emmett as his body convulsed.

"Shit, yeah. Come on me, Nasi," Emmett felt the spray of Nasir's hot juice and watched gobs of spunk drop down onto him. Nasir leaned on Emmett's hip to keep from falling.

"Ugh," Nasir began to slowly stroke himself again and more cream oozed out to drop on Emmett. Nasir panted as the spasms died away. He held his yet hard pole and dripped on Emmett's leaking cock.

"God that was hot. I love your cum on me," Emmett was consumed with lust. He could not resist. He sat forward again and took Nasir's joint in his mouth.

"Ugh. Habibi," Nasir let go of himself as he felt his lover's mouth close around him. Emmett gently sucked the last of Nasir's essence from his rod. Nasir was content to let Emmett suck him for a moment. Then he pulled his still hard prick from his lover's mouth. Nasir put a hand on Emmett's shoulder and pushed him down on his back.

"You have my cum all over you," Nasir admired the sight.

"I love it," Emmett rubbed his thighs and up his sides. He could not touch his dick or his chest lest he wipe away his lover's juice. Nasir leaned down on his fists and ran his tongue up along a long stream of jizz up Emmett's abdomen to his chest. The scent of Nasir's emission was strong in the air as Nasir licked and mouthed his own spunk off his lover's nipples.

"God I love that, Nasi," Emmett sighed. Nasir moved to kneel between his lover's long legs again.

"Ugh," Emmett felt the tongue and lips clean his aching balls. Nasir lapped at his own jizz along Emmett's sensitive cum tube. He took hold of the big dick and gave it a stroke.

"My cum is mixed with your precum in your foreskin," Nasir informed. "That might be the hottest thing I have ever seen," Nasir looked up at Emmett's lust filled eyes and then took Emmett in his mouth. Emmett gasped and watched as his dripping organ sank down his lover's throat. Nasir held the throbbing penis in his throat and massaged it with his lips.

"Ugh. Nasi, suck me," Emmett moaned. Nasir drew his mouth slowly up Emmett's shaft and began to move his head up and down on the hard post.

"Huh. Suck, Baby. That feels so good," Emmett closed his eyes and dropped his head back. Nasir bobbed his head on Emmett's rock hard prick and massaged his slimy balls with his fingers. Nasir halted after a moment and pulled his mouth off of Emmett's throbbing spike.

"Why did you stop?" Emmett looked down. In answer Nasir scooped up as much of his own spunk from Emmett's abdomen and wiped it on Emmett's hard bone. When Nasir was satisfied that the big dick was completely coated in gobs of his own jizz, he took Emmett's cock down his throat again.

"Ugh. Shit. That was so hot, Nasi," Emmett closed his eyes again as Nasir gave him deep siphoning sucks. "Huh. You're gonna make me come, Baby. Do you want me to come in your mouth?"

Nasir did not answer. He continued to suck Emmett's big throbbing organ.

"Make me come, Nasi. Ugh. I'm so close," Emmett began to tremble. "Suck me off. I need to come so bad," he begged. Nasir could tell his lover was right on the edge. The big muscular man could not hold his body still on the tufted velvet ottoman. Nasir continued to massage the blue balls that were tight against Emmett's body. He moved his lips up and down the iron hard cock deep in his mouth. Nasir felt the big dick's cum tube expand against his tongue and knew he had him.

Emmett's eyes flew wide. "Oh, God! I'm comming! Ungh!" Emmett's prick exploded in his lover's mouth. Nasir felt Emmett pulse as his lover began to unload in his mouth.

"Ungh!" Emmett cried as a torrent of thick cream poured into his lover's hungry mouth. Nasir knew not to stop and continued to suck on Emmett's gushing hose. He happily gulped his lover's sweet semen. Nasir massaged his lover's organ with his lips and tongue as Emmett's seed flowed into his mouth.

"Hoh," Emmett convulsed on the ottoman as his lover drank him down. His chest heaved as Nasir sucked him slowly and gently throughout his orgasm. "Nasi, fuck! I needed that so bad."

Nasir joined his hand to his mouth to milk Emmett of his every drop. When Emmett had no more to give, only then did Nasir pull his mouth off his lover's yet hard bone.

"That was hot," Nasir looked down on his panting lover. The spent, limp man gave a smile.

"That was incredible. Thank you. I really needed that," Emmett put a hand to Nasir's scruffy face.

"Never, ever thank me for making love to you. It is my privilege. I love you, Emmett," Nasir kissed Emmett's hand. He then gave a wet kiss on the still hard snake's head. The man attached gave a shudder.

"I love you too, Nasi," Emmett said with feeling. Nasir laid down on the ottoman at Emmett's side and covered Emmett's mouth with his own. Emmett eagerly welcomed his lover's cummy tongue into his mouth.

At that moment the double doors to Seth and Garrett's bedroom opened and Seth swept out into the salon. The smaller man was clad in one of the hotel's volumenous white bathrobes that, on him, trailed on the floor. Nasir and Emmett broke their kiss and watched Seth walk to the bar, where he pulled out and opened a beer for Garrett and himself. Emmett gave a small giggle as Seth ever so casually walked over to them and knelt down beside the ottoman at their heads.

"So," Seth took a drink of his beer. "I see we weren't the only ones having fun. I saw you kissing. Who's tasting who?"

"Um," Emmett was not sure how to answer. Nasir lowered his head and started to giggle.

"Who's jizz is that all over you, Emmy?" Seth carried on.

"His," Emmett answered. Seth got it at once.

"Did you come on his dick and then suck him off?" Seth asked Nasir.

"I did, actually," Nasir admitted.

"You're a little bit kinky, Nasir. I love you even more now. You guys want a beer?" Seth asked.

"Not just right now, thank you," Emmett answered.

"So, what time are we meeting these guys?" Seth continued.

"Seven," Emmett informed.

"So that means we should get showered and get ready, then?" Seth delivered his point. He gave Nasir, and then Emmett, a kiss on their foreheads and then rose. "Some of us have more cleaning up to do than others," Seth carried on his lesson as he carried the beers back into his bedroom. Nasir could not help himself and burst out laughing. Emmett, in short order, joined him.

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Nasir and Garrett had put their suit jackets back on as it was the most warmth they could muster against the cool evening, along with dress shirts and jeans. Garrett added a soft thin black scarf to complete his look. Emmett wore jeans and layered two crew neck shirts, a long sleeve within a short sleeve, both in white, that stretched across his big chest, and a black knit skull cap. Seth wore very low rise jeans with a black leather banded collar shirt with a red tank top beneath that nearly made it to the top of his jeans. His look was complete with a silver metal belt that matched his sneakers. They walked past The Foyer, where now people enjoyed cocktails to piano and harp music, on their way through the lobby.

The patiently waiting man saw them before they saw him. He wore a tan canvas messenger bag slung around his back over a light black leather jacket. He also wore loose tan pants and a dress shirt and tie. His was a good natured face with kind eyes, a warm smile, and dark curly hair.

"You must be Emmett and Seth," the smiling man stepped toward them.

"Yes. Greg!" Emmett's face lit up as he recognized the man from the picture Jasper sent. "Hey, so nice to meet you, man," Emmett took the offered hand and pulled Greg into a hug. "You're right, this is Seth."

"Hi, Seth," Greg accepted a hug from him as well.

"Nice to meet you, Greg. Any friend of Jasper's is a friend of ours," Seth stated.

"This is my partner, Nasir. And Seth's partner, Garrett," Emmett finished. Greg exchanged handshakes with both of them.

"You blokes ready to head out?" Greg gestured toward the front doors with his head.

"This is your city, Greg. We'll follow you," Emmett spread his hands.

"All right, then," Greg led the way through the lobby and out into the London evening.

"Where are we headed?" Seth asked as they started down the street. Both Seth and Emmett took their partner's hands as they walked.

"First, we need to swing by the flat to pick up Viktor. Then I thought we'd go to our favorite little pub in Soho, Mollys," Greg explained. "Mollys has been our favorite place for years. I actually took Jasper there the day I met him."

"Jasper told us about that," Emmett said. "I know that was quite a trip for him."

Greg gave a laugh, but said nothing.

"I'm thrilled that we get to see where you live," Seth said disarmingly.

"We just live in Notting Hill," Greg said. "Four short stops away on the Central tube line, yeah?"

"And is this where you guys lived when Jasper lived over here?" Seth continued. Emmett and Seth exchanged a glance. Emmett knew exactly what Seth was doing and was perfectly content to leave the master to his work.

"Yes, it is," Greg answered amiably.

"I think Emmy told me Jasper lived here in London for six months or so," Seth fished for confirmation.

"He did, yeah," Greg confirmed.

"We would love to see where he lived too," Seth smiled as he poured on the charm.

"Oh, uh," Greg faltered. "Well, that's easy. He lived with us."

"The whole time?" Seth asked sweetly.

"Oh, I have presents for you actually," Gred pulled round his messenger bag and extracted from it four cards. "We got you oysters," he handed them out.

"What's an oyster, Greg?" Emmett asked.

"Passes for the tube. Just scan your card when you walk in and when you exit. I'll show you," Greg smiled.

"Oh, that was most kind of you," Garrett spoke up.

"Yeah, really too kind, Greg. Thanks," Emmett patted his back as they walked.

"Are we going on the underground?" Nasir asked looking at his card. He looked up with an excited expression. "I have never been on the underground!"

"It's an adventure for all of us, Nasi," Emmett smiled at him and squeezed his hand. Garrett looked to his best friend.

"You know, I haven't either. This is going to be great fun," Garrett confessed.

"Why is it called an oyster?" Seth asked.

"No bloody idea," Greg shook his head. "My station did a story on them when they were introduced, yeah? Still couldn't tell you."

"So Mollys is where Jasper liked to hang out?" Seth began again.

"Mollys is where me mates like to go, Jasper included," Greg confirmed.

"I'm sure we'll love it too, Greg," Emmett patted him on the back.

"I would have loved to come when Jasper was living here. It would have been great fun to meet everyone Jasper knew," Seth cast again. "Did you know everyone he did?"

It was time then to cross the street. Without thinking Seth looked to his left and started to step off the curb.

"You yanks!" Greg was quick to pull Seth back. Seth had not been in immediate danger, but a car was coming, from the right, and quickly zoomed past them. "You always look the wrong way! Viktor must have pulled Jasper from in front of a bus at least ten times."

"Well, if you Brits didn't drive on the wrong side of the road, we wouldn't have this problem," Seth teased. Greg stepped out into the now clear street to cross to the tube entrance and the others followed.

"It's you yanks drive on the wrong side of the road!" Greg protested.

"We drive on the right actually," Garrett pointed out.

"And now you're gonna gang up on me, I see," Greg led the way down into the tube station. "Everybody get your oysters ready," Greg pulled his own from his wallet. "As we go through the turnstyle, put it here," Greg demonstrated by touching his own to the sensor. "See the green light, and Bob's your uncle," Greg stepped aside. "Now you try," he watched Seth do just as he had. "Lovely, next," Greg watched over Garrett, Emmett and Nasir in turn. "There we are, then. Now, on to the platform. And do note the signs. There are two tube lines at this station. The Central and the Jubilee lines. We want Central."

"How many are there?" Nasir asked. He had never seen a map and had no idea how extensive it was.

"Oh, counting the overgrounds, there's over a dozen," the tour guide answered as he led the way. "But you'll never need to worry about all that. Tonight, Central is the only line we'll need. Now, tomorrow," Greg continued his instruction as they descended to the Central line, "Emirates Stadium is on the Picadilly line."

"We have a car hired for that," Nasir informed. He had never imagined another way to get there.

"We can get a bigger vehicle, if you guys would like to come with us," Emmett offered.

"Viktor has to be there quite early, as you can imagine. I'll just meet you there, then," Greg smiled. They walked out onto the broad platform and in a very short time a train arrived. Neither the platform, nor the train was at all crowded and they founds seats easily.

"We're we on your way home? I hope you didn't have to go out of your way," Seth smiled sweetly.

"Right exactly on my way, actually. No trouble," Greg stated.

"You work for the BBC, right?" Emmett tag teamed.

"I do. I got Jasper an internship there, working with me. That's why he came back," Greg anticipated the follow up questions. "Got him out of Rochester and into civilization."

"I went to Rochester once. It was a little sleepy," Seth confessed. "So tell us about your mates. They are coming tomorrow, right? We want to meet everyone," Seth displayed his most disarming smile.

"I know Dré and Vince are coming tomorrow. They might even be at Mollys tonight, you never know with those two," Greg answered.

"A while after that first trip over here, Jasper lived with Emmy and me for a little bit," Seth gave a little information.

"Just goes from home to home, our Jasper does," Greg's smile instantly faded as he feared he may have revealed too much.

"I seem to remember Jasper mentioning a guy named Rick or something like that," Seth cast again. Nasir and Garrett exchanged a glance. Garrett closed his eyes and gave just the slightest shake of his head. They knew full well what their guys were doing. They had both heard about the enigma that was Jasper for a long time.

"So how did you blokes meet?" Greg deflected.

"How did we meet our guys or how did Seth and I meet?" Emmett attempted to clarify.

"Start wherever you like," Greg spread his hands and smiled. Emmett got through the story of how he and Seth became friends by the time the train reached Notting Hill Gate station.

"This is our stop, chaps," Greg stood and everyone followed him out onto the platform. They scanned their oysters on the way out and emerged into a less formal neighborhood than they left. Here there were not foreign embassies on every corner, but a very attractive residential area. Several streets converged where the tube station was located. Up the second street on the left Greg stepped up to a very attractive five story building.

"Here we are then. C'mon in, everybody," Greg opened the outer door, which opened onto a vestibule, which opened through a second door into the converted lower hall. A stairway led up to other flats. Greg led the way to a door in this upper ground floor hall, used another key, and admitted them. "Vik, Lena, I'm home. I brought the guys," Greg called as they all walked in. From the direction of the kitchen came a very handsome Bulgarian man. His dark hair was buzzed down to stubble and he had the slight makings of a goatee on his chin and top lip. He wore tight jeans, a dark brown shirt and vest. Multiple gold chains and pendants were visible on his chest through his open shirt. It was clear that he could be an intimidating man if he wanted to be, but good humor was clear in his expression.

"Guys, this is my partner and love Viktor. Vik, these are Jasper's chums Emmett and Seth and, let's see if I can get it right now, Emmett's guy Nasir, yeah? And Seth's man Garrett," Greg introduced.

"Exactly right, Greg. Nice to meet you, Viktor," Emmett exchanged a firm handshake with the man.

"Hello, so nice to meet you all," Viktor shook hands with each one of them. "Come, please sit down," he gestured toward the very spacious living room.

"I'll just go and change so we can go. Won't be a tick," Greg turned toward the stairs that led to the lower ground level of their flat. The bigger and stronger Viktor grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Viktor leaned to his partner and gave him a loving kiss on his lips.

"Now you go change," Viktor let go of his lover. Greg gave the smile of a man who felt loved and dashed down the stairs.

"Come, we sit down," Viktor escorted his guests into the living room. "It is very nice to meet Jasper's friends," he said as they all took seats.

"I was just thinking the same thing," Seth smiled.

"You guys knew him from school, yes?" Viktor asked. Viktor seemed eager to chat. Seth narrowed his eyes slightly and tilted his head as he regarded their attractive host. He was certain he was being stonewalled and was equally certain he had just identified the weak link.

"Yes," Emmett answered. Their attention was taken by a girl and a woman who walked into the room from somewhere in the back of the flat. The woman wore a baggy sweater and jeans and had flowing platinum blonde hair. Their eyes were drawn to the miniature of her in the pink fleece nightgown with lace trim and trussed up to her neck with pink satin ribbon. She had the same long platinum blonde hair and held a doll that looked just like her.

"Oh, guys, this is my daughter Helena and her mum Luna," Viktor rose from his seat by the fireplace. He squatted down by the little girl and his snug jeans displayed all of his footballer's muscles. Viktor put his hands on her little shoulders and his eyes betrayed his love. "Are you ready for your girl's night, my little princess?"

"Yes, but where are you and daddy going?" Helena asked in her sweet little voice.

"We are just going to the pub with these nice men who came to visit us all the way from America. Lena, these are friends of Uncle Jasper," Viktor explained.

The little girl's eyes went wide. "Uncle Jasper! Is Uncle Jasper coming too?" she asked as she clutched her doll.

"I was hoping we would get to meet Helena," Emmett beamed at her. "Hi, Sweetie. You sure are a pretty girl."

"She is the prettiest girl in all England," Viktor was proud and showed it.

"Will you see Uncle Jasper?" Helena asked as she approached Emmett.

"I sure hope so," Emmett answered.

"Please say hello from me when you see him," she bid sweetly. Emmett put his big hand on her back.

"You know what, Sweetie. It might be a long time before I see Uncle Jasper. You might actually see him before I do," Emmett was kind.

"Well, no matter when you see him, I'm sure Uncle Jasper would like a 'hi' from me, so promise you will," Helena grabbed Emmett's other hand for emphasis. "And if I see him first, I'll keep it a secret."

Emmett could not suppress his smile. "It's a promise."

Greg reappeared at that moment in jeans and warm Irish wool sweater. His face lit up when he saw his daughter, "There's my baby girl! How about a hug for your dad before I go, Lena?" Greg bent down to scoop up his daughter as she ran into his arms. He made a big deal of giving her kisses and she ate it up.

"All ready to go then?" Greg asked the adults. "I see you've met Helena and Luna. Thanks again, Lunes. We won't be too awfully late," he gave the woman a kiss on her cheek and handed off his daughter.

"You know I don't mind," she said in her high pitched voice. "Good night. Nice to meet you," she smiled at all six men as they bid her a good night and exited the house. Viktor paused to take his daughter's face in his hands and give her a kiss himself.

"Good night, my princess. Do as your mum tells you," Viktor instructed.

"I will, daddy," Helena nodded solemnly. Viktor gave a final nod himself and followed the others.

They returned to the Notting Hill Gate tube station, scanned in, and took the Central line back the way they came. Two stops past Bond Street, where they started their Underground experience, they came to Tottenham Court Road station. Once they emerged, and turned immediately right onto Charing Cross Road, the abundance of rainbow flags told them the part of town they were in. Emmett and Seth did not need to be in the gay enclave to hold their men's hands. Three blocks down on the corner of Charing Cross and Old Compton stood Molly Moggs.

"Here we are, chaps," Greg led the way while Viktor held the door for them. Seth saw his chance to separate the weaker lamb from the herd and hung back to stay close to Viktor. Molly Moggs was a small neighborhoody place with predominately gay patrons. Tall tables stood about, but there were few stools.

"Let's grab a table. Everybody want a pint? Something to eat?" Greg asked.

"What's on the menu?" Emmett asked.

"Just simple pub food, I'm afraid. Nasir, you're Muslim, yeah?" Greg was astute. "Stick with the fish and chips, mate, you can't go wrong. Best in London."

"I have never been to a place like this. I love it," Nasir was all smiles. "I would love to try the fish and chips."

"That sounds great actually," Garrett stated. "Fish and chips all around?"

"Do we have to go to the bar to order?" Nasir asked.

"Yeah, c'mon," Greg motioned with his head and walked away with Nasir.

"So, Viktor, you knew Jasper pretty well?" Seth saw his chance and pounced.

"Oh, yes. I like Jasper very much. He is sweet and funny guy. He always look the wrong way when he cross the street," Viktor chuckled. "It is easy to do. I did it too when I first came to this country. Here they drive on wrong side of road. Easy to look wrong way. Jasper step right out in front of bus many times, but I pull him back. Now that I think about it, I don't know how he got around when we were not with him."

"Greg said that Jasper even lived with you part of the time he was here," Seth cast.

"Yes," Viktor confirmed. "After he break up, we were happy to have him come stay with us." the fish landed. Emmett and Seth both raised their eyebrows and leaned into the table slightly.

"You don't say," Seth was casual. Greg and Nasir returned at that moment with three big glasses of beer apeice.

"Here we are, mates. Thank Nasir for this round," Greg put a pint before Seth and Viktor, while Nasir did the same for Emmett and Garrett. Viktor at once raised his glass.

"Thank you, Nasir. Cheers, boys," Viktor took a large swallow. Greg put an arm around his partner's shoulders.

"Come tell me what you want to eat, love," Greg pulled Viktor away from the table. It was a thin excuse. There was no way Greg would not know what his lover of many years would want to eat here and the others knew it.

"Uh-oh," Emmett said.

"What?" Nasir asked.

"That source of information just dried up," Seth gave the answer.

"Let's just enjoy our evening," Garrett put an arm around his slightly annoyed little lover. "It's nice to immerse in the native culture like this."

"He's right, Seth," Emmett agreed. "We didn't come here to investigate Jasper."

"No, but it would have been nice to kill two birds," Seth took a sip of his beer. "Hey, this isn't bad."

"I agree," Garrett put in.

"I guess I have too much German blood, but it's not too bad," Emmett commented.

Nasir and Greg went back to the bar to pick up their baskets of deep fried battered English fish and chips and they enjoyed a companionable evening with their new friends. Nasir and Garrett made sure the Brits paid for nothing all evening and around midnight the jet lag caught up with them. Viktor and Greg were happy to call it a night at that point and walked them back to the tube station and rode with them to Bond Street. Greg made very sure they knew which way to turn as they exited the station. They left Greg and Viktor on the train and headed for the surface and the short walk to their hotel. In a matter of ten minutes they were safely ensconced in the Davies Penthouse. The fire was still alight in the fireplace. A few soft lamps were on, scattered throughout the vast suite. The beds had been turned down and mints graced the pillows.

"Nightcap, anyone?" Garrett asked.

"Actually, I'm beat," Emmett stated.

"Me too, Honey," Seth leaned on Garrett. "Take me to bed."

"How could I ever say no to that?" Garrett kissed Seth on the top of his head. "Good night, boys," Garrett bid. Seth stepped to Emmett and pulled him down for a kiss, and then did the same to Nasir. Emmett and Nasir both gave Garrett a hug and then went to their respective bedrooms. Emmett pulled his knit skull cap off his head and ran his fingers through his hair as Nasir closed the double doors to their room. Nasir dropped his jacket on a chair as Emmett pulled both shirts off over his head at the same time. Emmett unbuttoned his jeans just as Nasir's arms wrapped around him from behind.

"I'll do that," Nasir took hold of Emmett's zipper and pulled it down. Emmett looked over his shoulder and smiled.

"You took such good care of me this afternoon," Emmett spoke softly. Nasir spread the flaps of Emmett's pants and reached his hands down into them.

"I will always want to do that for you," Nasir fondled his growing lover. Emmett reached behind him to unbutton and unzip Nasir's jeans as well. He shoved the jeans down as he pulled Nasir's half hard snake out of his pants and rubbed it on his butt.

"Mmm. I like that," Nasir said as he stepped back. "Let's get into bed," he began to unbutton his shirt. Emmett needed only step out of his jeans and pull off his socks and he was naked. He climbed into bed first and waited only a moment for Nasir to join him. Nasir settled himself in his favorite place on his lover's massive chest. Emmett happily took his equally naked lover in his arms and held him tightly.

"Are you having fun, Habibi?" Nasir asked.

"Oh, yeah. Are you?" Emmett countered.

"Yes, very much so. I like Jasper's friends," Nasir stated.

"I do too," Emmett agreed.

"Now if only I could meet Jasper," Nasir thought out loud. "The game tomorrow should be fun."

"I'm looking forward to it," Emmett affirmed. Nasir stretched out against Emmett.

"I can't wait to show you my country," Nasir said with a yawn.

"I know, Baby. Me too. I can't wait to see it with you," Emmett confirmed. He ran his fingers through Nasir's short black hair and they both closed their eyes. Soon sleep took them both.

Light streamed in through the open drapes to the terrace when Emmett opened his eyes. He and Nasir had shifted during the night and now he was wrapped around his darker lover. Emmett wanted to get up and visit the hotel gym but he was very snug in the big bed with Nasir's firm body against his own and his erection nestled in Nasir's furry ass. He slowly moved his hand down Nasir's body to wrap it around his morning wood. This caused Nasir to stir at last and both men stretched.

"Good morning, Baby," Emmett spoke softly into Nasir's ear.

"Hmm. Yes, it is," Nasir relaxed again.

"I'm gonna run down to the gym for a while," Emmett stated.

"Noo," Nasir all but whined. "I feel so good in your arms. Your big cock is very happy in my ass. Stay."

"Mmm," Emmett squeezed the hard dick in his hand. "Very tempting, but this is one of the few chances I'm going to get. I won't be long," Emmett let go of his lover's cock and ran his hand up his lover's body to take hold of his chin. He turned Nasir's head to him and kissed him on the lips. Nasir looked up into the crystal blue eyes. He put a hand to Emmett's face.

"I know I have said this to you before. You can have my ass, if you want it," Nasir spoke softly.

"That's so sweet, Nasi, but, you've never been fucked. What if I hurt you? That would kill me," Emmett spoke his thoughts.

"It is something I am willing to do, for you," Nasir caressed Emmett's cheek with his thumb.

"I love you so much, Nasi," Emmett could see only love and devotion in the soft brown eyes. "You know I'm happy on the bottom. I feel, complete when you are inside me. But if you want to try, we can. Doesn't have to be today."

"I love you too, Habibi. All of me is yours, anytime you want it," Nasir stated. Emmett gave a warm smile and loving kiss on his partner's lips. Then he rose up and pulled the sheet and blanket away. Emmett took his lover's cheeks in his hands and bent down. He gave a broad lick up one furry cheek and then bit down. Nasir gave a giggle as his lover bit him. Emmett rose up again and smacked Nasir on the other cheek.

"You do have a hot ass, Nasi. I'll give you that," Emmett climbed off the bed. "Of course, you're hot all over."

"Look who's talking," Nasir watched his naked lover pull clothes and weight gloves from a drawer and walk into the ensuite bath to brush his teeth. "I will have a nice big breakfast waiting for you when you get back. Just like we used to do at the Four Seasons," Nasir called. He rolled over onto his back and kicked the blankets completely away. He put his left arm behind his head and took hold of his straining erection with the other. When Emmett emerged from the bathroom in tank top, cut off sweat shorts, red baseball cap and wearing his black weight gloves, he found his dark furry lover looking directly at him and masturbating.

"Oh, now that's cheating," Emmett climbed onto the bed on all fours over Nasir. He closed his eyes and let Nasir brush his lips and nose with the head of his dick. Emmett opened his eyes and gave a wet kiss on the snake's moist eye. He looked up at Nasir's face. "Save it for me."

"You know I will," Nasir pledged as Emmett climbed off the bed. "Promise me that you will put your balls in my mouth when you get back from the gym."

"I'll be sweaty," Emmett paused by the double doors.

"I know," Nasir gave a sly smile as he just held his long, hard cock. Emmett gave a sigh and shook his head. Then he went out into the salon and closed the doors behind him. Nasir let go of himself and lay quietly for a few minutes. He had brought up the subject of Emmett topping him several times now over the course of their relationship and the result was always the same. Emmett always agreed, and said it 'doesn't have to be today' every time. Nasir had never bottomed in his life, but Emmett was the one person on Earth for whom Nasir would do that. He could not deny that he was apprehensive, but he was ready to take his relationship with Emmett to that next level. Nasir realized the way he was going about it was not working. He was offering his ass to his lover expecting Emmett, in top mode, would take it. But Emmett, in his soul, was a bottom and would not do that. Also, Emmett was afraid of hurting him. It very well might hurt, but it was sure worth a try. Nasir knew that he would have to take the initiative and make Emmett do it. It was the only way it would happen. Nasir lay in the bed and thought about how to go about that.

Emmett stood out in the quiet salon a moment and thought about what Nasir had said. It was, as Nasir pointed out, not the first time Nasir had brought that up. It wasn't that he didn't want to make love to his partner the way his partner made love to him countless times. And it wasn't that he couldn't top. He had, quite successfully, on a few occasions. But given the choice of fucking Nasir or getting fucked by Nasir, who he well knew was an incredible lover, he would choose to get fucked every time. So, what if it was something Nasir wanted to explore, as was beginning to look like the case? Certainly he owed it to his life partner to explore every avenue of sexuality with him. Emmett suddenly wondered why he was standing in the silent living room of the vast suite, alone with his thoughts, when the greatest possible counsel was but steps away. Seth, the Wise and All Knowing was right behind that door. And had not Seth told him that Garrett even persuaded Seth, the power bottom, to top him? Seth had never topped anyone in his life. If Seth could do it, and more importantly, if he didn't hurt Garrett with that club he carried around in his pants, then, was there not hope? Emmett crossed the salon to the doors to Seth and Garrett's bedroom and gave a soft rap.

"You guys up?" Emmett called. He heard nothing and tried again. "Guys? I hope you're fucking 'cause I'm coming in," Emmett warned again. He opened the doors just in time to see Seth flip the toile duvet over his head. Garrett lay spread eagle on the big bed, now exposed from only the waist up. Seth's head was between his legs, now under cover. Garrett's chest heaved as he caught his breath and a look of rapture graced his face. Clearly, Garrett was in the middle of an orgasm when Emmett walked in.

'Morning, guys. Looks like you're having a very good morning, Garrett," Emmett laid on the bed by Garrett, propped on one elbow.

"Gah, huh," Garrett mustered the strength to lift his right hand and then let it drop again. Emmett smiled at him and at the lump that was Seth's head that slowly rose and fell under the duvet.

"I came to get my best friend to go to the gym with me," Emmett stated. Seth flipped the duvet back and looked up from where he lay between Garrett's legs with a flat expression.

"I love you, Emmy, but I think you can see I'm a little busy," Seth said. His long hair lay on Garrett's thighs and eight inches of thick, hard Thompson stood in his hand. Like Nasir, even hard Garrett's foreskin partially covered his head.

"Oh," Emmett leaned in for emphasis, "You're a big boy, Garrett," Emmett teased.

Garrett's body responded as Seth gave him a stroke. "Thank you. Ugh," Garrett's eyes rolled back in his head as Seth went down on him again. Emmett nudged what had to be Seth's butt under the duvet with his foot.

"C'mon, I need you, Seth," Emmett watched his best friend gently suck his lover a moment. Seth slowly pulled his mouth off Garrett's yet hard cock and let it lay on his slightly furry abdomen. He gave Garrett a wet kiss on his sensitive cum tube and sat up on his knees. Seth was equally naked and the sheet and duvet fell down off his back.

"Well, fortunately for you, I did what I wanted to do this morning," Seth patted his man's leg. "Do you mind, Honey?"

"Go ahead, Sweetness. I'll be fine here," Garrett was completely limp, save his dick, and now exposed head to toe. Seth climbed off the bed and The King swung before him.

"You sure you don't want Garrett to take care of that first?" Emmett pointed. "Cause I can wait if you wanna jack off on his face or something."

"I already did take care of him," Garrett stated. Seth just giggled as he searched drawers for appropriate clothes. In short order he was dressed.

"You gonna brush your teeth, or do you want your breath to smell like cum?" Emmett asked from his position on the bed next to Garrett.

"I like how my man tastes, thank you, and I'm not gonna brush my teeth until after breakfast. So there. If you don't like it, you don't have to talk to me," Seth laid down the law.

"Fine," Emmett held up his hands. "I don't care. Garrett, Nasi is going to order up breakfast soon. We shouldn't be too long," Emmett patted Garrett's shoulder and rolled off the bed to his feet. He looked at Seth. "Are you ready?"

"I think I'm ready for the gym, yes," Seth answered as they walked out of the bedroom.

"Well, you've already had your protein shake," Emmett teased as he pulled the bedroom doors closed.

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After a hearty breakfast they cleaned up and headed out in one of the chauffeur driven Bentleys on the tour of the city. Emmett and Garrett wore jeans and thin sweaters. Nasir wore jeans and a black tee shirt with a suit jacket. Seth wore red leather pants with a completely sheer white tank top that, again, almost made it to the top of his pants and a black button down shirt that he wore open and untucked. Their driver navigated the ever increasingly heavy traffic and got them to the curb of the VIP entrance at Emirates Stadium in North London well before game time. Nasir had ridden in front again and they all climbed out.

"Hey, you blokes," Greg wore a smile as he stepped forward. With him was a man in a red uniform suit jacket with the Arsenal logo on the breast pocket. Greg wore snug jeans and a pale blue Henley. All four of them had a hug for Greg.

"Are you the Qasimi party?" the man in the red jacket with the clipboard asked.

"We are," Nasir confirmed.

"I'm Nigel. Welcome to Emirates Stadium, sir. How many in your party?" the man asked.

"We four, this gentleman," Nasir pointed to Greg, "and anyone else who's name he gives you."

"Very good, sir," Nigel handed over badges on lanyards. "Please wear these round your necks at all times. Were there others joining you?" Nigel asked Greg.

"Just two," Greg answered. "Draco Malfoy and Vincent Crabbe."

"Right," Nigel made note. "I shall escort you to the Directors Box where you may dine at your leisure. All refreshments are included. You have half way line seats on the Club level," the man ran down their benefits. "Your experience also includes a souvenir photograph with an Arsenal player. Do you know which player you would like to meet or would you like the Club to choose one for you?"

"Viktor," Emmett stated.

"You already know Viktor," Greg pointed out. "You can have a picture with him anytime you want. Sure there isn't another Gunner you'd like to meet?"

"No," Seth stated. "Viktor's our boy."

"Viktor it is," Greg smiled at Nigel.

"Krum, number twenty nine," Nigel wrote on his clipboard. "Very good. We shall go up to the Directors Box now. In about half an hour or so I shall fetch you for the locker room tour and then escort you to the pitch for your photograph with Viktor Krum," he gestured. "Shall we?"

"Will Viktor be in uniform?" Seth asked as they headed into the enormous building.

"He sure will," Greg confirmed.

"I'll bet he's cute in his little uniform," Seth commented.

"You should see him with his kit off!" Greg laughed. "Though, you're not likely to see that on the pitch. We can swing by the locker room now, if you fancy."

Nigel listened to this exchange with little amusement. "There will be no visiting the locker room now. The players are changing," he was flat.

"Ah, but I have television credentials that get me in anywhere," Greg pulled out his own BBC badge on another lanyard and hung this around his neck as well. "Nigel, I'll be taking me mates to the locker room now and we'll find our own way to the Directors Box, Thank you. Please do come get us when it's time for the photo."

"Very well," Nigel said in a tone that made it clear he didn't find it that at all.

"C'mon, chaps," Greg motioned with his head. He led them straight through into the stadium and down onto the field itself, showing his BBC badge all the way. Guards at the entrance of the Players Tunnel waved them through as well. They descended into the bowels of the stadium. The locker room of the Arsenal players was clearly marked opposite the visiting team's locker room. There were no more guards to challenge them. Greg pulled open one of the double doors and strode in like he owned the place.

The locker room did not, in fact, have lockers. There were thirty open wooden bays with a wide bench before them. And a good number of men in various states of undress. Viktor's bay was not far from the doors. He stood in only a white jock strap chatting with a teammate. The teammate, a light skinned black man, held his jock in his hand and was naked. Viktor's back was to the doors which gave them a good view of his hard round ass. His thighs were as devoped and solid as Emmett's, if not more so. The naked teammate saw the men come in over Viktor's shoulder and, recognizing Greg, motioned with his head. Viktor turned around and his face lit up when he saw his partner.

"Hey!" Viktor grabbed Greg in a warm hug. "You brought them down! Welcome to the locker room, guys," Viktor, in just his jock, had a hug for each of them. "Hey, guys, this is my friend Armand," Viktor gestured to the light skinned black man who now had on his jock as well. "Armand, you know Greg. This is Emmett, Nasir, Seth and Garrett, friends from America," Viktor beamed. He was proud of his partner, the television producer, and their handsome friends.

"It is nice to meet fans from America," Armand spoke in a thick French accent. He was a thin and chiseled man with an open inviting face. "Do you see many of our games?"

"I'm quite sure we're going to start," Garrett stated. Seth and Emmett exchanged a glance and a smile.

"You guys have the whole package, yes?" Viktor asked. "Did you pick me for your picture?"

"Of course we did," Emmett confirmed.

"Good, good. I make it special for you. We have to get dressed. You should go now," Viktor was all smiles.

"We'll go up to the Directors Box now. C'mon, chaps," Greg herded.

"Thanks for the visit, Viktor," Emmett smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Armand," Seth gave a wave. The Frenchman waved back with a smile and Greg and his charges walked out of the locker room.

"Well, that was me man in his altogether, or very nearly," Greg led the way.

"You guys make a cute couple, Greg," Emmett patted his back.

"Thanks, Emmett. I think you blokes do as well," Greg smiled at all four of them. "We'll just go up to the Directors Box, more or less, the way we came in," he led up and out of the Players Tunnel onto the field and then up into the stands. The noise level in the stands was noticeably louder now as the stands were filling up.

"Dré and Vince might be here by now," Greg continued. "If we want more privacy, Dré's family has an executive box. Box number two. If his father's not here, that is. Dreadful man, his father. He's highly placed in the Conservative Party. He's in the Shadow Cabinet, actually. Shadow Home Secretary, I think. Anyway, if he's here Dré will steer clear of him and so will the rest of us. Dré has worked hard for a lot of years to rid himself of his father's influence," Greg informed. Seth and Emmett exchanged a glance.

"Does that sound familiar?" Seth asked.

"It sure does," Emmett agreed. "We have a friend at home just exactly like that, Greg."

"Yeah?" Greg led them up to the Director's Box. They showed their badges and walked into the well appointed lounge and dinning room. "Oh, here they are," Greg gestured toward the bar.

The two men could not have been more opposite. One was on the short side, though taller than Seth, bone thin, with platinum blonde hair that the man clearly tried to control, though in vain. The man with him was much taller, though not as tall as Emmett and Nasir, quite stocky with close cropped dark hair. The pale smaller man was dressed in jeans and Henley, all in black, which made him look even thinner. His stocky companion wore jeans and a very large Arsenal jersey.

"Hey, Dré, Vince," Greg greeted.

"There you are, Gregory," the smaller man stretched up to kiss him on the cheek.

"Guys, these are Jasper's friends I told you about. Emmett, his guy Nasir," Greg pointed. "Seth and his guy Garrett. Dré and Vince."

Handshakes went all around. All seven of them ordered a beer, which, in this venue, came in a clear glass with the Club logo, rather than a white plastic cup.

"When did you blokes get in?" Dré asked.

"Just yesterday," Emmett answered as he took a gulp of his beer. "It's my first time. I love your city."

"How long will you be in town?" Dré continued.

"We fly out tomorrow to Dubai," Emmett informed.

"Dubai! I hear that's a cool city, but what made you decide to go there?" Dré chatted away.

"That's where Nasi is from," Emmett put his arm around his man.

"Oh, that's cool. You'll get a better tour than anyone else, I'm sure," Dré turned. "Hey, my father is not here today. We can go to the box if you want."

"Should we get something to eat?" Greg asked.

"Yeah, I'm starved," Emmett was all for that. They were seated in the restaurant section, and no sooner placed their order, than Nigel appeared to take them for their photo. Everyone rose from the table save Dré and Vince.

"Aren't you guys coming?" Emmett asked.

"Nah," Vince gave a dismissive wave. "We've known Viktor for years. Ever since he and Greg got together."

"We'll have the food boxed up so we can take it to our private box," Dré added. Seth took charge.

"No, no, no," Seth walked around the table. "If you are friends of Jasper's, you are friends of ours," he put a hand on each of their shoulders. "And we want you in our picture," Seth flipped his long hair. "You don't know me very well, yet. I don't take no for an answer, so get your butts up," he spoke sweetly. Vince wore a look of apprehension for a brief moment until a wide smile broke out on Dré's face.

"You Yanks," Dré said in good humor. He rose from the table and Vince was right behind. They followed Nigel, who took them via an elevator down to ground level and out onto the field itself. Eleven Gunners stood on the field. Ten of them wore their red Arsenal/Emirates Jerseys and white shorts. The eleventh man wore a yellow Jersey and black shorts.

"Here they are," Viktor said and walked over to greet his lover and friends again. Several players followed. Nigel clearly did not know what to make of all the players gathering. Greg wore an equally bewildered look.

"What's going on, Vik?" Greg asked. In answer Viktor put his hand on the shoulder of a dark skinned Spaniard.

"Cesc, you know my Greg, yes?" Viktor began.

"Yes, I remember Greg," Cesc gave a dazzling smile and offered his hand.

"And these are friends from America. Cesc, our Captain," Viktor thumpped his Captain's shoulder. Cesc pleasantly shook all their hands.

"Come, come," Viktor waved to other close players. "This is Lukasz," he presented the lone man in the yellow Jersey. "He is our Goalkeeper and a very good one."

"I don't have much to do. These guys don't let the ball get down to me," Lukasz spoke in a heavy Polish accent.

"Lukasz, you know Greg. I think you met Dré and Vince before, and these are friends from America. Emmett and his guy Nasir, and Seth and his guy Garrett," Viktor was thorough. It was clear Lukasz was one of them. He wore a big smile as he greeted them.

"Slodki," Lukasz called over his shoulder. A shorter, slim and clearly younger Mulatto man with a shaved head stepped obediently to Lukasz's side. Lukasz put his arm protectively around the smaller man.

"This is my boy Kieran," Lukasz was proud. "Friends of Viktor," he gestured. The shy young man smiled ever so sweetly and nodded at each of them.

"We are having a reception on a private capsule on the Eye this evening. Would you boys like to join us?" Garrett asked.

"Oh, yes," Viktor clapped Lukasz on the back. "Do!"

"What do you think, Slodki?" Lukasz looked down on the man under his arm.

"Okay," Kieran said quietly. He was the only Gunner in this immediate group who was actually from the UK.

"We go," Lukasz declared.

"Maybe Armand will come too," Viktor thought out loud.

"By all means, please ask him. I should have thought to do when we met him earlier," Garrett agreed.

"If we could organize your photo," Nigel was clearly lost in all the hubbub of the players. The photographer stood behind him, camera at the ready.

"Cesc!" Viktor called. The Captain turned and read the situation at once.

"Team!" Cesc held up his arm and walked over. The Gunners gathered when their Captain called them.

"Oh, my," Nigel did not know what to make of all the First Team Starters on the pitch for a guest's photograph. The photographer took several minutes to organize them all into one shot. Just when he was ready Viktor looked to Lukasz, who stood beside him, and gave him a nod. Lukasz nodded back. Seth stood before them and they seized him about his waist. Seth gave a yelp as he was lifted into the air. Viktor and Lukasz sat him on their joined shoulders. The picture was taken with a laughing Seth atop two of the Arsenal players.

"Gunners! Time to go!" Cesc clapped his hands. Viktor set Seth gently down on the ground. Seth gleefully bounced back to Garrett. Garrett put a hand lovingly to Seth's face and smiled warmly at him. He was very glad his little lover was having such a good time. Seth flung his arms around Garrett's neck and stretched up to kiss him. Garrett held Seth tightly for a moment. Then they turned to follow the others back inside.

In the Directors Box their meals had been packaged up and were waiting. Dré ordered two bottles of champagne, two bottles of Sauvignon Blanc and two bottles of Pinot Noir to take with them to Executive Box 2. The executive boxes were on the Diamond Club level, one short flight up from the Directors Box.

The Wolverhampton Wanderers, or Wolves, and the Gunners made their official parade onto the field, led by both team Captains. The national anthem was played, the players shook each others hands and the referees. The game then commenced. Garrett chose the pinot noir as did Greg and Vince. Emmett and Nasir drank champagne. Seth and Dré enjoyed the sauvignon blanc. They sat on comfortable leather sofas and chairs and watched as the players on the field kicked and blocked the ball. It became clear that the Midfielders, led by the team Captain and Viktor, rarely allowed the ball to move toward the Arsenal goal. The only exception was a kick delivered by the Wolves Goalkeeper that delivered the ball well into Gunner territory. The Arsenal Defenders moved it quickly away.

"Greg, forgive me my ignorance, but is the other team regarded as fairly good or quite bad?" Garrett asked.

"The Wolves are a fairly good team. Why do you ask?" Greg countered.

"I was just trying to get a feel for how good our team is," Garrett answered. As they watched a free kick was set up from the far side by the Gunners just beyond the twenty yard line. The Captain directed number eleven, Robin van Persie, one of his most able Strikers, to take the kick. The Wolves were arranged before their net and the Gunners faced them. The Referee gave his whistle and van Persie delivered his kick. The ball flew directly into the fray before the net at around the ten yard line. Viktor jumped with perfect aim and timing and caught the ball with a head shot that sent it directly into the center of the Wolves' net. The crowd roared. The announcer shouted Viktor's last name. The other Gunners in proximity jumped on Viktor one after the other.

"Well, there you are," Greg looked to Garrett and spread his hands.

"Indeed," Garrett agreed.

"Hey, Greg," Dré wore a mischievous grin. "Your guy gives good head!"

"You have no idea!" Greg answered as they all laughed. Seth snuggled closer to Garrett on the sofa they shared.

"I love this game," Seth sighed and leaned his head on Garrett. Vince reached to Dré and took hold of the back of his head with one hand. The bigger and stronger man turned Drés head, pulled the smaller man to him, and have him a soft kiss on his lips. Dré did not try to resist, nor would he ever have. The love these two had for each other was clear.

On the field a skirmish between the Gunner Strikers and Wolves Defenders resulted in nothing when the Wolves Goalkeeper kicked the ball to the far end of the pitch. The ball landed almost directly at the feet of Arsenal Defender, number 28, Kieran Gibbs. The socially shy and introverted slight young man was laser precise and lightning quick on the pitch. He danced the ball around the opposing Strikers, through the Midfielders and when the Wolves' Defenders grew too thick, passed the ball to number 12, Carlos Vela. The Mexican Striker was too well covered to take a shot. The now ignored Kieran flew through the opposing ranks, received the ball back from Carlos, and sank the ball over the Wolves Goalkeeper's head into the net. The crowd roared again. Cesc and Viktor both grabbed little Kieran and picked him up.

The game progressed in much the same manner. The Arsenal Midfield was very strong and the ball made it past them on rare occasions. When it did, the Defenders were equally strong. Kieran's actual greatest strength was snatching the ball right from under opposing player's feet on the fly, such that they scarcely knew what happened, and delivering it forward to the Strikers. Only twice in the entire game was the ball in such a position that a Wolves Striker was able to take a shot at the Gunner's net. Lukasz deflected it the first time and caught it squarely in his arms the second.

In the end, after four minutes of stoppage time, the score was 4-0 Arsenal. The stadium errupted in cheers. Cesc, Viktor, Carlos, Robin and Armand all pulled their shirts off and threw them in the air.

"Oh, there you go, Sethy," Nasir teased.

"You see why I love soccer?" Seth said from his comfortable position under Garrett's arm.

"You Yanks!" Dré gave Seth a hard time. "It's football!"

"You can call it basket weaving if you like, I'll still love it," Seth took another sip of his wine. He was not phased by Dré in the slightest. "Hey, where's my signed ball? Am I supposed to get a signed ball?"

"Viktor is getting everyone to sign it. He'll have it when we meet you at the Eye," Greg informed.

"Yay," Seth was most pleased by this prospect. "Do we have room in the bags, Honey?"

"I will buy another bag if we don't, Sweetness," Garrett assured.

"Our car is waiting," Nasir rose. "Will we see you all at the Eye at nine?"

"This was great fun today. Thank you for including us," Greg rose to give the departing Americans and Emirati a hug.

"No, thank you, Greg. And Viktor. You guys really made this special for us," Emmett embraced Greg tightly. "Dré, Vince, it was really great meeting you guys," Emmett had a hug for them as well. "You guys are coming to the Eye, right?"

"Absolutely," Dré confirmed. "See you in a couple hours."

They made their way out and down to the VIP entrance to find their Bentley and driver at the curb waiting for them. With the traffic they had just enough time to return to the hotel, shower and change and with the same car and driver, reach the Eye with only minutes to spare. Nasir and Garrett wore snug jeans, dress shirts and suit jackets. Emmett wore extremely flattering jeans and a very thin scoop necked white tee shirt with a light cardigan over it. He had not shaved since they left home and shaved only his neck and cheeks to clean up. The rest of his beard he let grow in an attempt to match his partner. Seth wore silver leather pants and a skin tight black suede shirt complete with a full hood that he wore down.

The Bentley let them off at the entrance to the Jubilee Gardens on the south shore of the Thames. Both sets of men held hands as they walked through the well illuminated night time gardens and around the far side of County Hall. At last the monster loomed directly above them.

"Hey, you chaps," Greg greeted. He stood with Viktor who carried a soccer ball under his arm. They were both in button down shirts and jeans. The group was as large as they had hoped it would be. Dré was still all in black, but now a bulky turtle neck sweater. Vince had lost his jersey and wore a dress shirt and sweater vest. Lukasz struck an autoritative stance in striped shirt and jeans. Kieran wore a dark shirt tucked into his slim jeans that made him look even thinner. He stood tucked under Lukasz right arm with his front conformed to the bigger man's side. Armand was present and had worn a suit jacket as well, but was now in short sleeves. His jacket was around the shoulders of his girl who wore a sleeveless dress.

"Oh, I do hope you boys have not been waiting long," Garrett spoke.

"Vik and I got here first and that wasn't five minutes ago," Greg stated.

"Oh, good," Garrett looked to the Frenchman. "Armand, we are delighted you could join us."

"I think you gay boys, you need one hetero man, no?" Armand was charming.

"No," Seth played. "But we're glad to have you just the same."

"And the part of Justin will be played by, the Frenchman Armand," Emmett said in a funny voice. Seth burst out laughing.

"My brother is straight," Garrett explained. "He is usually the token straight man at our gatherings."

"Tonight, I am your brother," Armand gave a nod. "Guys, meet my amour, Fiona," he introduced the woman at his side.

"Hello," Fiona smiled sweetly. She was a local London girl.

"Lovely to meet you, Fiona. If everyone will excuse me a moment, I shall go check us in," Garrett smiled, paused to run a hand over Seth's slender shoulder, and set off.

"Just you and the poofs tonight, Fiona," Greg smiled.

"I adore me poofs," Fiona gushed. "You boys are always great fun. Actually, I would love to find one of you who was only half poofy, so he could come play with Armand and me."

"No, no, chere. I don't need any help," Armand put his arm around her.

"Who says he would be helping you?" Fiona made her point. Seth stepped between Greg and Viktor and put his arm around them both.

"How is my favorite Gunner this evening?" Seth looked up at Viktor and batted his eyes.

"He feels good all over," Greg gave the answer.

"I don't doubt it, but, um, might that be for me?" Seth asked. Viktor broke into an even broader grin.

"Yes," Viktor presented the soccer ball. "Is for you."

"Viktor had it signed by everyone who played today," Greg informed.

"Yay!" Seth took the ball and bounced to Emmett and Nasir. "Emmy, look at my ball!" Seth handed it to Emmett and bounced back to Viktor. He stretched up to give Viktor a kiss on his lips. "Thank you!" he then stepped to Greg and did the same to him. "Thank you too. And not just for this. You guys are great friends to us, and to Jasper."

"The pleasure is ours, little mate," Greg's face lit up as the said that. "Oy! I'm gonna call you that!"

"Little mate," Emmett laughed. "That's cute."

"I like it," Seth gave an approving nod. Garrett returned then with three uniformed Eye staff members in his wake. The leader wore a plum blazer and skirt and had with her two young men in white tux shirts with black bow ties and pants and long plum aprons.

"Everyone," Garrett began. "They can take us right now. Are we all hungry?"

"I could eat cow," Viktor patted his stomach. The muscular man certainly did not look like he ever overate. Greg rubbed his partner's tummy.

"His legs are hollow. All three of them," Greg smirked and gave Viktor a kiss.

"Welcome to the London Eye, ladies," the leader in the plum blazer and skirt looked around her, "or lady, and gentlemen. Your private capsule is being prepared as we speak. Jeffrey and Miles will be your servers for your two rotations," she gestured to the young men who flanked her. "If you would all care to accompany me to the launch pad, we shall start you on your journey. This way, please." She set off and the group began to follow. Garrett reached for Seth's hand and discovered that he held his soccer ball.

"Oh, you got your ball," Garrett took Seth's free hand.

"I love my ball. Where should we put it?" Seth asked.

"The den would be my suggestion, but wherever my Sweetness wants it, is fine with me," Garrett kissed Seth on his forehead as they followed along with the group toward the river.

The capsule at the very bottom of the massive wheel lined up with a cement platform some twenty feet above the ground. The near end of the oblong egg shaped glass capsule opened in double doors. A long wide wooden bench ran along the long axis of the capsule, down the center, that mimicked the shape of the capsule. Two bar carts had been wheeled aboard and took up station along the right wall. Another cart laden with platters of food followed. Jeffrey and Miles stepped aboard first and stood by at the inside of the doors as everyone boarded. The majority of the men held hands with other men. Miles developed a panicked look, which Jeffrey found very amusing. Once everyone was aboard, the doors were sealed and they were off. The gigantic wheel, fortunately, moved very slowly.

Miles busied himself setting out platters of food on the wide bench along with small plates and cocktail napkins. Jeffrey took over the bar and with a warm smile poured Laurent-Perrier champagne and Chardonnay and Cabernet Sauvignon, both from Hunters Estate, Marlborough, New Zealand. Evian and orange juice were also available. Garrett stepped between Emmett and Nasir with an arm around them both.

"I particularly think you will enjoy the tapenade encrusted plaice with saffron, but do not hesitate to try any of the canapés, my friend. There is no pork in this capsule," Garrett assured.

"You are a good friend, Garrett," Nasir rubbed his best friend's shoulder.

Seth set his ball on the window rail so that he could nibble and take a glass of Chardonnay. He tried one of the Stilton quiches with blackberry and pear chutney. When he turned he found the very shy Gunner standing nearby. Kieran cast his gaze down the instant Seth looked at him.

"Hi, Kieran. I'm Seth," he held out his hand.

"Hi," the timid man shook briefly.

"Are you having a good time?" Seth continued to engage.

"Yeah," Kieran gave his tentative answer.

"I think you are the only player I've met who is from the UK. Seems like the team is from all over. Were you born here?" Seth asked.

"You could see the neighborhood where I grew up, in a few minutes, if it was day time. That way," Kieran pointed. He took a sip of his own Chardonnay.

"You're from London, then. How did you join Arsenal?" Seth asked.

"A recruiter saw me play in school," Kieran almost gave a smile. "I was reserves until I was sent in as a substitute for an injured player. I've been a starter ever since."

"When did you meet Lukasz? Was he already with Arsenal?" Seth queried.

"Yeah," Kieran looked over at his man, who stood in animated conversation with Emmett, Nasir, Garrett and Viktor, with adoration in his eyes. "He takes good care of me."

"Anyone can see how much he loves you," Seth smiled.

"Lukasz was very protective of me from the first day I came to the Club. He really looked out for me. He made me fall in love with him even before I knew he was gay."

"You guys make a cute couple," Seth complimented.

"Thanks. Which one is your guy?" Kieran asked.

"The one with the long hair," Seth answered.

"Oh. He's cute," Kieran stated.

"All over," Seth took a sip of his wine.

Kieran studied the shorter man a moment. "I like your hair."

"Oh, thank you," Seth ran his fingers through it. "Not all of my people still wear it this way, but I like it. I guess it's how I stay true to my roots."

"Who are your people? Are you not American?" Kieran asked.

"I guess you could say I'm the only real American here. I'm Native American, Lakota Sioux," Seth informed.

"Oh. I've never met a Native American before. You're skin tone is really pretty," Kieran put his hand next to Seth's to compare. "My father is Nigerian and my mom is white. I have like, a yellow tint to my skin, and yours is, I don't know," he thought out loud.

"Red, I guess. They used to call us redskins," Seth looked at his hand. "I guess we know why," he said with a laugh.

"Your hair looks so silky," Kieran returned to what started this topic. Seth took Kieran's hand and ran the other man's fingers through his long hair.

"Wow," Kieran spoke with awe. "It is silky! I bet your guy loves it."

"His name is Garrett, by the way, and yes, he does," Seth confirmed. "He especially likes how it feels as I drag it down his chest, when I'm heading for his cock," Seth was frank. Kieran's face lit up like they were sharing a secret. It was the first time Seth had seen the young Gunner wear a broad smile.

"Of course," Seth looked over at the man in question, "my thighs really like the feel of that thick brown hair too, like when he sucks on my balls."

"You are so much fun, Seth," Kieran giggled.

"I know," Seth gave a dramatic flip of his hair.

Garrett looked out the windows and noticed that they were reaching the top. The most of London lay at their feet. Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament were lit up beautifully. Garrett took hold of Nasir's hand to steady his glass and tapped his own glass against it to get everyone's attention.

"Friends," Garrett held up his glass. "I hope you will indulge me in a toast. As we reach the zenith of our first rotation, I just wanted to take a moment to recognize such wonderful new friends. It has been a true pleasure meeting each of you. You have all made our all too brief stopover in London most memorable indeed. Thank you. To dear new friends, who I hope will become old friends."

"We second that," Nasir spoke with his arm around Emmett.

"Yes, well said, Garrett," Emmett added.

"Cheers, mates," Greg lifted his glass.

"Na Zdrowie," Lukasz added.

"What did he say?" Seth leaned toward Kieran.

"It means, to health, I'm pretty sure. I'm still learning," Kieran gave his shy smile. Hugs went around the capsule. Emmett moved first to Greg and Viktor, then Dré and Vince. Garrett reached to embrace Kieran and his heart melted when the timid shorter man tucked his head into Garrett's shoulder. The American was well spoken and intelligent and carried himself with authority. Kieran just instinctively submitted to him.

"Thank you," Kieran spoke softly to Garrett.

"For what, Kieran?" Garrett pulled back to look the younger man in the face.

"For sending Seth over to talk to me. He's so sweet. It was really nice," Kieran spoke. Garrett gave a chuckle.

"Seth is very sweet and I'm sure he enjoyed talking to you as well," Garrett smiled. "You should understand, Kieran, nobody sends Seth anywhere. Seth does not do anything he does not want to do. He is a very strong man. It is just one of a host of things I love and admire about my partner."

"I think you are well matched," Kieran smiled.

"So do we," Garrett hugged the younger man again. Lukasz grabbed Seth and pulled him into a bear hug.

"Lukasz, I've just been talking to Kieran," Seth started.

"Yes?" Lukasz asked.

"He is such a sweet and shy boy. He really loves and needs you. Take care of him," Seth bid. Lukasz let go of Seth and looked over at Kieran and Garrett.

"I love my boy Kieran," Lukasz spoke with conviction. Kieran turned from Garrett as he heard this. Lukasz grabbed Kieran and pulled him to his chest.

"With all my heart I do," Lukasz held the smaller man tightly. "I will always love him and take care of him."

Garrett put his arm around Seth as the the smaller and thinner Englishman burrowed his face and melted into the Pole's chest. It was a beautiful thing to watch. Garrett knew this display of love was engineered by his brilliant little lover. He gave Seth a kiss on his forehead. No words were needed.

The two rotations were finished in companionable conversation with people shifting from one group to another. They ate and drank their fill by the time their rotations were complete. Garrett stuffed a hundred pounds each in Miles and Jeffrey's hands as the stewards saw their passengers off. The group lingered in the Jubilee Gardens, saying their farewells, and making promises to keep in touch. The Bentley was waiting right where it was supposed to be.

"I'll take the front, Nasir," Garrett put a hand on Nasir's arm to steer him. "I'm sure you'd like to sit with Emmett at least once."

"That's sweet, Garrett," Nasir patted his best friend on the back. Emmett climbed in first, Nasir followed, and Seth joined them in the back. Emmett settled himself in the corner and pulled Nasir to his chest. Nasir gave a sigh as he settled back onto his lover.

"Come here, Emira," Nasir pulled Seth onto him.

"I like it when you're snuggly, so I'm gonna let that crack go," Seth leaned against Nasir. Garrett looked back from the front of the big car and smiled at the men who were his family as they cuddled together. The driver took the wheel and the heavy car set off into the London night.