AUTHOR'S NOTES:

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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 character names from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. The similarities end there.


Chapter 54: Dinner with Friends

Everyone was in the dining room and turned when the front door opened.

"Hey, Babe!" Emmett headed into the entry hall with a broad smile the moment he saw his husband.

"My habibi, it is so nice to come home to you," Nasir slipped his arms under Emmett's as his husband's strong arms enfolded him.

"Yeah it is," Emmett closed his eyes and embraced his husband with his whole body. Seth took Nasir's briefcase from him and set it under the round table.

"Garrett, my friend," Nasir reached for Garrett when Emmett let him go. He kissed Garrett on each cheek and on his lips before he gave Garrett a hug.

Garrett chuckled at Nasir's exuberance. "Good to see you at large."

"I am free and I have asylum, thanks to all of you. Come here, Sethy," Nasir had a hug and kiss for Seth, Edward and Jasper as well.

"I was just about to open another bottle of wine, Nasir," Jasper informed.

"Please," Nasir gestured and they all moved in the direction of the kitchen. "I love the flowers, by the way," he took Emmett's hand as they walked through the house.

"That was Seth," Emmett informed.

"Thank you, Sethy," Nasir expressed.

"I wanted it to feel even more like home," Seth stated.

"It feels like home because all of you are here. Especially you," Nasir squeezed Emmett's hand.

"Me too, Nasi," Emmett smiled.

"The table is beautiful. I am sorry that I am so late. I wanted to come home earlier, but I have much catching up to do," Nasir stated.

"Don't stress, Babe. Dinner isn't ready," Emmett pointed out. "Hey, Eddie, put on two pots of water, will you, please?"

"Sure thing," Edward agreed.

"A big one for the knödle and a medium size one for the spätzle," Emmett directed.

"You got it," Edward complied.

"When are Duane and Rodney coming?" Emmett slipped his husband's suit jacket off his shoulders.

"Any time now," Nasir answered as Emmett added his jacket to Seth and Garrett's on the backs of the breakfast room chairs.

"I'll get the cheese and crackers ready," Emmett headed for the fridge.

"I'll do it," Seth was closer and pulled open the refrigerator.

"There's gherkins too. I'll get you a platter," Emmett reached to an upper cabinet.

"Wow, look at all this cheese," Seth gathered them up. "Am I meant to put all this out?"

"All of it," Emmett confirmed.

"What all have we got, Em?" Jasper's empty stomach prompted his interest.

"Camembert," Seth began to unwrap them. "And," he tried to read the German labels, "I have no idea."

"Edamer, gouda, steinbuscher," Emmett pointed to them in turn.

"I like all of these," Seth was pleased.

"And Bayerischer blauschimmelkäse," Emmett touched the last one.

"What in the hell did you say?" Seth had no ability to understand or repeat the German words.

"Also known as Bavarian Blu," Emmett explained.

"Oh, I remember that one," Seth nodded. "It's a blue veined cheese, but soft and mild, almost like it's a blue brie. It's really good."

"Let's try it," Jasper enthused.

"Have I had this before, Habibi?" Nasir asked.

"Yes, Babe. You like it," Emmett reminded.

"Cheese knives?" Seth asked.

"Butler's pantry," Emmett gestured.

Seth walked through into the smaller connecting room and began to poke through drawers. It did not take long to find the set of small knives and he returned to the kitchen with them. "Door," he stated simply as he stuck a knife in each cheese.

"They are here?" Nasir headed for the front door and Emmett was right by his side.

A rap came again at the door just as Nasir and Emmett strode into the entry hall. Nasir reached the door first and quickly pulled it open.

"Duane, Rodney, please come in!" Nasir greeted.

"Hey, there, Nasir!" Duane walked in first and offered his hand. Nasir took it, but only to pull the shorter man into a warm hug.

"Good to see you in civilian clothes," Duane clapped Nasir's back. Like Nasir, Duane wore the dress shirt and pants of the suit he had worn to work that day.

"Thank you for everything," Nasir finally let Duane go. "Rodney," he reached for the man's partner.

"Duane, thanks so much," Emmett had a hug for Duane as well.

"Of course, Emmett, of course," Duane enjoyed the warm hug Emmett gave him and rubbed the bigger man's back.

"You had us a little worried there," Rodney expressed as he held Nasir. Emmett and Nasir both knew there was a risk that these men would enjoy their embrace just a little too much, but after what had happened, it was a chance worth taking.

"Rodney," Emmett opened his arms.

"Hey, Emmett," Rodney gave his fellow big, strong bottom a hug.

"Let me introduce you to our dearest friends," Nasir gestured to the man who had gathered behind them. "Duane and Rodney, this is Garrett."

"Garrett, I've heard your name mentioned a time or two," Duane offered his hand.

"And I yours," Garrett shook their hands. "Rodney."

"Hi, Garrett. Nice to meet you," Rodney smiled a little too sweetly as they shook. If Garrett noticed it, there was no way Seth missed it.

"This is my husband, Seth," Garrett quickly introduced.

"Hey there, Seth," Duane shook Seth's hand as well.

"Hi," Seth gave a disarmingly warm smile. "Hi, Rodney."

"You know Edward," Nasir continued.

"I sure do," Duane shook Edward's hand.

"Duane. Nice to meet you, Rodney," Edward was friendly.

And so was Rodney. "Nice to meet you, Edward."

Edward pulled his hand away when Rodney held it a beat too long. "This is my partner, Jasper," he put his hand on the small of Jasper's back.

"Jasper, good to meet ya, Bubba," Duane gave an enthusiastic handshake. "Your man says some mighty nice things about ya."

"Probably only mostly true," Jasper gave his lopsided grin.

"All true," Edward protested.

"Come have a glass of wine," Nasir gestured.

"Sounds good," Duane agreed and the group made their way back through to the kitchen.

"Jas, will you do the honors?" Emmett bid as he extracted two more wine glasses from an upper cabinet.

"I will be your wine steward this evening," Jasper pulled two more bottles of Kabinett from the freezer. "These seem pretty cold. I'm gonna move the rest of these bottles to the fridge," he informed and did so. "Now, let's get these two open," Jasper pulled the corks and Seth poured everyone a fresh glass.

"Here's ta good friends, new and old," Duane raised his glass.

"Quite so," Garrett agreed.

"Here, here, Duane," Emmett took a sip with everyone.

"Oh, this is nice," Rodney commented and took another sip.

"Dinner is almost ready," Emmett informed. "Relax for a bit, guys," he bid.

"Sure smells good," Rodney enthused.

"Nasir, got a present for ya," Duane announced. Before he took a seat at the breakfast room table, Duane produced Nasir's passport, green card and driver's license.

"Duane, you got them back for me!" Nasir sat beside him and picked up his identification.

"I'm one of your listed attorneys, so ICE released your documents to me when I requested them," Duane informed. "Of course, it didn't hurt that I had an order from a federal circuit in my hand at the time."

"We really appreciate all your help, Duane," Emmett expressed again.

"What are friends for?" Duane leaned back in his chair. Rodney, Nasir, Garrett and Seth sat with him at the table. Seth's original intention was to assist in the cooking process, but he wasn't about to let himself be distracted when salivating Rodney took a seat beside Garrett. Seth seated himself across from Rodney with a knowing smile. If this big Emmett wannabe thought he was going to get his lips on Garrett, he was sorely mistaken.

"I'm gonna put the beans to steam," Emmett lit the burner. "Throw in the spätzle, Eddie. Then we need to gently boil the knödle in two batches I think," he removed the lid from the larger pot and dropped half the dumplings into the boiling water. "When they float, we give about another minute and they're done," Emmett stated. He then turned off the burners under the rouladen and cabbage.

"Are we making a gravy?" Edward asked.

"We are," Emmett confirmed. "Let me grab a platter for the rouladen. They'll keep plenty warm under some foil for a few minutes."

"Corn starch?" Edward asked. "I'll see to the gravy."

"In the pantry," Emmett pointed.

What Edward thought was a door to a small broom closet between the kitchen and breakfast room was actually a walk in closet sized pantry, with mostly bare shelves.

"So, Rodney," Seth skewered himself a piece of Bavarian Blu.

Everyone save Duane and Rodney held their collective breath at what would come out of Seth's mouth next. Everyone who knew Seth, knew that Trial by Clearwater began with those exact words.

"What do you do?" Seth enquired innocently enough.

"I'm a nurse at Lenox Hill Hospital, a block down," Rodney gestured.

Seth knew that. "Run into a lot of injuries in your line of," he paused to nibble a bit of his cheese, "work?"

"Sickness much more often than injury, I'd say," Rodney answered.

Seth slowly nodded. The man hadn't gotten the message. "How was your Halloween party?"

"Oh, hella fun, man!" Duane enthused. "It was still goin' Sunday afternoon."

"Oh, yeah? Sounds like a good time," Seth smiled.

"Best party of the year! I wish all y'all coulda come," Duane expressed.

"There's always next year," Rodney offered hopefully with a smile for Garrett.

"We would love to attend, but see, the thing is," Seth began, "at a party like that, if someone who was not on my approved short list, and it's a very short list, grabbed my husband's dick, I would make a War Dance, because I very much do not share."

"Neither do I," Jasper echoed from where he leaned on the breakfast bar.

"Gotcha," Rodney gave a slow nod. Seth just gave a smile. Rodney turned to Garrett who raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his wine.

"You're in banking, Garrett, didn't Nasir tell me?" Duane endeavored to steer them out of the minefield.

"Fifth Third Private Client Group," Garrett answered.

"Oh, now, that's serious banking," Duane acknowledged.

"Especially in this city," Garrett pointed out.

"Duane," Nasir grabbed the man's arm. "I almost forgot. You wanted me to introduce you to the General Counsel."

"I got to speak to him, but I'd still really love to meet him," Duane expressed. "Have a sit down, if I could."

"Are you free for lunch tomorrow?" Nasir asked.

"Are you shittin' me?" Duane couldn't believe it.

"He wants to meet you," Nasir informed.

"He wants to meet me?" Duane repeated.

"He does not much share his thoughts, at least, he does not with me," Nasir shared, "but I think he finds you resourceful."

"When and where, brother?" Duane was totally on board.

"One o'clock at the Metropolitan Club," Nasir answered. "He is a member."

"Of course he fuckin' is!" Duane shook his head. "I if could land this account...," he patted Rodney's thigh.

"You'll buy me a new Mercedes?" Rodney offered his version of the completion of his husband's sentence.

"When I make Partner, I sure as fuck will," Duane promised.

"Wear your best suit," Rodney coached as he ran a hand over Duane's shoulder.

"So, guys," Emmett stirred butter into the spätzle, "if you wanna head to the table, dinner is ready."

"And it smells delicious, Emmett," Duane rubbed his stomach as he stood. "I'm starved."

"Should I open a couple bottles of the other wine, Em?" Jasper asked. "Is the red wine for dinner?"

"Yes, please. Thank you, Jas," Emmett expressed as he and Edward worked on plating each dish.

Edward deliberately worked close to the refrigerator so that he could lean back for a kiss. "Hottest wine steward ever," he gave Jasper his trademark Cullen grin.

"How can I resist you when you smile at me like that?" Jasper gave his lopsided grin as he paused to give his partner a soft and loving kiss on his lips.

"Don't try," Edward advised.

"I don't!" Jasper pulled open the fridge.

"Men, shall we?" Nasir gestured toward the dining room. "Habibi, do you need any help?"

"Eddie and I got it covered, Babe," Emmett smiled at his husband. "Go entertain."

Nasir lingered just long enough to walk into the kitchen and grab hand handful of German glute as he gave Emmett a kiss on his lips.

"What, I get nothin'?" Edward quipped as Nasir turned to walk out of the kitchen.

"Edward, I would never forget you," Nasir grabbed Edward's butt as he gave him a kiss as well. Edward and Emmett both snickered as Nasir finally joined the others.

Seth and Garrett sat across the dining room table from Duane and Rodney. Nasir paused only long enough to dial down the lighting of the chandelier above the table to a more intimate setting, before he took a seat beside Garrett.

"Gentlemen, for your dining pleasure we have a dornfelder this evening," Jasper played the part. "May I pour everyone a glass?"

"Please," Garrett bid.

"A dornfelder?" Duane furrowed his brow. "I've never heard of it. What is that?"

"I have no idea," Jasper readily confessed. "I've never heard of it either, but I look forward to trying it."

"When in Rome I guess," Duane spread his hands.

"When in Kassel more like," Seth corrected as Jasper poured a glass for everyone at the table.

Emmett and Edward shuttled in the rouladen, spätzle, knödle, rotkohl, steamed green beans and a big boat of the gravy. Jasper took care to seat himself next to Duane so that Edward and Emmett were left on the end across from each other. Emmett seated himself beside his husband and his big foot just naturally came to rest on top of Nasir's. They both had socks on, but such was the way of it more often than not in the colder months of the year.

"Everything sure does look good," Duane complimented.

"Dig in, guys," Emmett bid. Everyone began to do so and platters were passed around the table.

"Wow, is this cabbage?" Rodney asked after his first bite. "This is delicious! How did you get it to do this?"

"What's it called exactly, Emmy?" Seth prompted.

"Rotkohl mit apfeln," Emmett answered. "Every dish is authentic German, taught to me by my Hessian mother."

"And is this like a ball of mashed potato?" Duane cut into one of the two he had put on his plate and took a bite.

"Potato dumpling," Emmett informed.

"Oh, they're so lite and fluffy!" Duane enthused. "I love them with the gravy."

"Yeah, I love them with this or sauerbraten," Emmett stated.

"What's that, Em?" Jasper asked.

"Damn good is what it is," Edward endorsed, having had it at Emmett's more than once over the years.

"Sauerbraten is a top round roast that has to be marinated for at least three days," Emmett explained. "It's usually a holiday meal. It might actually be my very favorite German dish."

"You are my favorite German dish," Nasir leaned toward Emmett to kiss him again.

"Thanks, Babe," Emmett smiled.

"I love seein' you two together," Duane expressed as he picked up his wine glass. "Oh, it's chilled," he had not expected a red wine to be chilled. "Is this like a red muscat?"

"No," Emmett shook his head. "This doesn't taste like cotton candy," he took a sip of his own.

"Emmy, are you a wine snob too?" Seth ribbed.

"I guess I must be," Emmett laughed.

"This is really good," Duane enjoyed his first taste of dornfelder.

"I like it too," Jasper agreed.

"Seth, you're Native American," Duane observed.

"Lakota Sioux," Seth confirmed. "Oglala to be specific."

"I have to confess to not being as familiar as I should be," Duane admitted. "Are you from out west?"

"The Sioux are, or, I guess I mean we were, nomadic plains Indians," Seth explained. "I'm from Pine Ridge, South Dakota. Huh. Kinda ironic if you think about it," he mused aloud.

"What is?" Edward bit.

"I'm from one of the most poverty stricken places in the country. Unemployment has never been under eighty percent there," Seth relayed. "And now I'm having dinner with my husband and my friends, in an Upper East Side Manhattan penthouse."

"And none more worthy," Garrett reached to pull Seth's head closer as he leaned to kiss him on his temple.

"Thank you, Honey," Seth let his hand rest on Garrett's thigh.

"I know about Nasir and Emmett. What about you, Garrett? Who are your people?" Duane questioned.

"My people are English for the most part, by way of Philadelphia, dating back to the revolution on one side and just two generations on the other," Garrett answered.

"What about you guys?" Duane turned to Jasper and Edward.

"My family is from Texas from as far back as white people have been in Texas, and I'm very happy to have ended that tradition," Jasper began. "Edward," he slipped a hand onto his partner's thigh as he talked about him, "is descended from a Pacific Northwest lumber baron and he atones for that by being a National Park Ranger."

"Oh, yeah?" Rodney asked. "What park?"

"I'm between parks at the moment," Edward was diplomatic.

"You must have heard about that ranger that got killed a few weeks ago," Rodney ventured.

"I'd say he's somewhat familiar," Seth understated.

"A ranger got killed and another was in a helicopter that got shot down," Jasper relayed. "The ranger that got shot down walked away from it. I will forever be grateful that Edward was the one that walked away, and not the other way around."

"Holy shit, man!" Duane exclaimed. "You were right in the middle of that?!"

"Right in the middle," Edward answered. And still was evidently, though he left that thought unspoken. "What about you guys? Who are your people, to use your words?" he attempted to change the subject.

"I'm Hungarian," Rodney stated. "My mother's maiden name was Zolczer."

"A Habsburg!" Emmett playfully narrowed his eyes.

"A what?" Seth didn't get it.

"The Imperial family of the Austro Hungarian Empire," Garrett explained. "What does that make you, Emmett? I don't know the family name of the Royal House of Prussia."

"Hohenzollern," Emmett answered.

"What's Prussia got to do with it?" Edward asked. He knew that powerful German State had been abolished long ago.

"The Prussian State was so powerful and influential in the combined Germany that the King of Prussia was simultaneously Emperor of Germany," Garrett explained. "Correct me if I have any of that wrong, Emmett."

"You have it exactly right. So that makes me a Hohenzollern and he's a Habsburg," Emmett concluded.

"Can you two be friends, or must you fight to the death now?" Seth enquired.

"I think we'll give being friends a try," Emmett smiled.

"I was actually thinking of getting the Habsburg eagle tattooed on my back," Rodney shared. "Not huge, like so big," he held up his hands to make a circle about the size of a saucer, "on my shoulder blade."

"Maybe I should get the Hohenzollern eagle," Emmett considered. "We could go together."

"Let's do that!" Rodney was all for it.

"They have a play date. Ain't that cute?" Duane teased.

"Ha!" Seth found that very amusing.

"What about you then, Duane?" Edward pressed.

"I'm a caucasian mut from Savannah, Georgia," Duane stated.

"From a pretty famous family," Rodney added.

"My family isn't famous," Duane stated.

"You guys see Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil?" Rodney asked.

"The Clint Eastwood movie set in Savannah?" Seth enquired to be sure. "Who hasn't? It's like the Wizzard of Oz. It's required gay viewing."

"But you're not old enough to have been involved in those events, surely," Garrett pointed out.

"His uncle was. Sonny Seiler?" Rodney revealed.

"Sonny Seiler is your uncle?!" Jasper was impressed.

"That Australian actor played him in the movie," Seth recalled.

"And uncle Sonny played the judge," Duane informed.

"He went on and on in the movie about New York lawyers," Emmett remembered.

"He still does. And after I graduated from law school, he sent me up here to be one," Duane shared.

"I'm glad he did," Rodney put his hand on Duane's thigh.

"I am too," Duane gave a smile and a nod. "And unless the Supreme Court does the right thing, and they don't always, the day is a damnsight off when we'll be able to get married in the State of Georgia. It's a great place to be from."

"Savannah is beautiful, D," Rodney stated. "I love when we go to visit."

"Hoo, boy," Duane wiped his mouth with his napkin and leaned back in his chair. "This was one fine meal."

"Everything was really delicious," Rodney agreed.

"Thank you, guys," Emmett smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"More wine anyone?" Jasper asked. "Or should I put on a pot of coffee?"

"I'll do it," Seth rose. "I need to learn this kitchen anyway."

"I did pick up a perfectly passable apfelstrudel," Emmett informed, "but if we might like our dessert in a glass, we have a beerenauslese chilled. It's German liquid gold."

"There's a lotta shit I get into, man, but watersports ain't one of 'em," Duane kept a straight face.

"It's not a bottle of piss!" Emmett protested as the others all laughed. "Okay, smartass, you'll see."

"I for one, would love to try it," Jasper spoke up.

"Should we clean up first?" Edward placed Jasper's plate on top of his own before he rose.

"You boys made such a marvelous meal, let us clean up," Garrett began to gather up dishes as well.

"Let us help as well," Rodney stood.

With many hands, the table was cleared in short order. Garrett rolled up his sleeves and took charge at the sink, rinsing and placing dishes and utensils into the dishwasher. Emmett put what few leftovers there were into the refrigerator and Rodney made quick work of washing all the pots. Seth saw to the table while Edward wiped down every surface in the kitchen. Nasir put away the pre dinner cheeses.

"Okay, coffee is ready," Emmett offered. "Anyone for strudel, or some German piss?"

"What the hell, I'll try some piss," Duane agreed.

"C'mere, Duane," Emmett unzipped himself.

And watched Duane's eyes lite up.

"I shouldn't have done that," Emmett realized aloud as he zipped back up. He opened the wine cooler and extracted a small half bottle.

"Look, Seth, it's your size!" Edward snickered.

"Please," Seth dismissed. "I'm bigger than that soft."

Duane and Rodney both raised their eyebrows and couldn't help themselves as they turned to look. Seth wasn't their type and neither of them had looked him over that carefully. But now they did. And there in the very snug jeans was the resting King. Duane and Rodney suddenly had a new appreciation for all things Native American.

"May I?" Jasper asked as he picked up the corkscrew.

"Please," Emmett handed over the bottle.

"Cordial glasses? Let me guess, butler's pantry?" Seth asked.

"I will get them, Sethy," Nasir rubbed Seth's back as he passed. "They are up high."

"Does everything in there have to be stuck up in the rafters?!" Seth waved his arm dramatically.

"They could install one of those rolling library ladders for you," Edward quipped.

"Oh, har de har," Seth rolled his eyes.

"Here we are," Nasir returned with eight little glasses cradled in his fingers.

"Okay," Jasper began to pour. "Oh, it is the color of gold!"

"Wait till you taste it," Emmett promised as he passed them out.

And Duane did. "Holy fuck, is this good! Is this wine?"

"Sure is," Emmett smiled and took a sip of his own.

"Wow," Rodney hadn't either. "It's like a luscious, sweet syrup."

"I've never tasted anything like this," Duane admitted. "It's like a liqueur. I would have never believed it's wine."

"It's the fungus," Seth smiled. He had enjoyed this for the first time many years before at Emmett's mother's house one Christmas and knew the story.

"Sorry, the what?" Duane questioned.

"It's called Noble Rot," Emmett explained. "If conditions are just right, and this doesn't happen every year, then the Noble Rot fungus takes hold and it concentrates the flavors and sugars, and you get this."

"How did it get the name Noble Rot?" Jasper asked.

"Fuck if I know," Emmett took another sip. "Maybe my mom knows."

"Is your cell in your pocket?" Seth asked.

"I'm not calling her now!" Emmett laughed.

"Would we like to sit down in the living room?" Nasir asked.

"Good idea, Babe," Emmett agreed.

The group moved en masse through the butler's pantry, dining room and entry hall, where the smell of the stargazers seemed to go very well with their beerenauslese, and finally into the living room. Nasir and Emmett put on a few lamps around the room for a fairly intimate setting. All four couples snuggled up on the long, custom sofas. Emmett and Nasir took the short one at the far end of the room.

"Too bad it's not warmer. I'd love to use our terrace," Emmett commented as he considered.

"It's supposed to be even colder tomorrow," Rodney informed.

"And me without my fur," Seth clutched his necklace where he reclined against his husband.

"You better not own a fur," Edward did not find that funny.

"Excuse me, Mr. Conservationist, I understand where you're coming from, but my people have a tradition of using and wearing animal skins, so you need to give me an exemption," Seth lectured.

"You don't have a problem with leather, do you?" Rodney asked.

"No," Edward shook his head. "Leather I get. As long as it comes from hides of animals that were specifically raised for food production and not some endangered species. Mink and sable are completely different. And don't even get me started on sea otter."

"What about beaver?" Seth could barely contain his snicker.

"Oh, who doesn't love a nice beaver?" Edward deadpanned. "How about I get you some beaver while I'm out tomorrow?"

"How about I throw up all over you right now?" Seth returned.

"How goes construction, Nasir?" Edward changed the subject.

"It progresses. I have to get up early tomorrow actually to make some phone calls," Nasir rubbed his husband's thigh.

"As long as you come back to bed when you're done," Emmett leaned over to give his husband a soft kiss on his lips.

"What's everyone else got planned for tomorrow?" Jasper asked.

"I'm gonna impress the fuck outta Nasir's GC," Duane boasted. "Damn sure try to anyway."

"I think most of us are going to work," Garrett concluded. "The question is, what are you and Emmett going to do?" he asked Seth.

"What are we doing tomorrow, Emmy?" Seth asked.

"What good house husbands should do," Emmett stated. "Clean the house and cook for our men. Bring 'em a cocktail and rub their feet when they get home."

"And by that, he means meet you for lunch, Honey," Seth smiled up at his husband.

"Yes, that's what it sounded like he said," Garrett nodded and rubbed Seth's chest.

"My man's house hunting tomorrow," Jasper patted Edward's leg.

"Oh yeah? Where?" Duane asked.

"I don't actually know," Edward admitted. "Our realtor texted that some deal at his office fell through and he may have a house available that's not on the MLS. Thanks again for that recommendation, by the way," he nodded at Emmett. "Barney's been great. He's picking me up at our hotel in the morning."

"You guys are living in a hotel?" Rodney asked.

"I told you that, Roddy," Duane spoke softly as he rubbed the hand he held with his thumb.

"Did you? I don't remember," Rodney shook his head.

"Not for long," Edward stated. "As soon as those two clear out of our bedroom," he pointed at Seth and Garrett, "we're moving in here until we find a place."

"What he means is, we're going to let them use our bedroom for a little while," Seth corrected.

"And so gracious of you," Jasper gushed.

"We're like that," Seth gave a shrug. "Though, I don't know what you two are waiting for. The maid's room off the kitchen there is free," he waved in that direction.

"That tiny little room with the twin bed?" Edward could not believe Seth's audacity.

"I think that tiny little room is as big as Rey-Rey's whole apartment," Jasper chuckled. "You know, we could do that. I wouldn't mind," he said with a leer directed at Edward.

"We'll stack you up," Seth was on the same track. "Remind me again which one of you goes on top?"

"I'll show you who goes on top," Edward threatened.

"Don't talk dirty to me," Seth countered.

"I go on top," Jasper stated matter of factly with a firm nod.

"You do?" Duane suddenly thought he had read them all wrong.

"I'll show you," Jasper promptly rose and seated himself in Edward's lap with an arm around Edward's neck. Edward couldn't keep the grin from his face as he wrapped his arms around his man. He was thrilled to hold Jasper on his lap. Edward ran one hand over Jasper's leg to his inner thigh, but stopped there. He had far too much respect for his partner to grope and fondle him in front of others, particularly Duane and Rodney, but he let his fingers stop just where he knew the head of his lover's dick was in his jeans.

"Ha!" Seth clapped with glee when Jasper sat in Edward's lap. "See how stackable you are?"

"We're moving in tonight," Edward stated.

"Guys, we would never put you in that room," Emmett stated. "But, Seth's right, it's yours if you want it."

"I think we can stand the hotel a few more days," Jasper smiled down on Edward.

"We need a bigger place, Babe," Emmett concluded.

"Go out looking with Edward tomorrow," Nasir suggested.

"What if we both like the same place?" Emmett posited.

"Outbid him," Nasir gave the simple answer.

"Oh, you can try," Edward made them laugh with his supreme confidence.

"Garrett," Duane's mind was never far from rainmaking, "what do I need to do to earn the bank's business?"

"Well, most things are handled by Cincinnati directly," Garrett answered, "but some things, as needs must, are handled locally. It's up to the head of the branch to decide who to use."

"Who's the head of the branch? Are you?" Duane pressed.

"Not this one," Garrett answered. "My branch is out in the provinces. The branch here has five times my staff, as you might expect."

"Can you introduce me?" Duane asked.

"I can," Garrett nodded. "Though, I don't know when I would do that. You're not free for lunch tomorrow and we're only here though the weekend."

"Does he take tea?" Seth suggested.

"I don't know that he does," Garrett confessed.

"The Saint Regis is right across the street," Seth pointed out.

"Would you be willing to go from lunch to tea if I could arrange it?" Garrett offered.

"I don't know about that. I need to give Nasir's GC all the attention he could possibly want," Duane thought it through aloud. "That's a really big account. If it runs late, I wouldn't want to shoot myself in the foot by making an appointment with your guy that I couldn't keep."

"Perfectly understandable," Garrett nodded. "Some other time."

"What do you guys have planned for the weekend?" Seth enquired.

"I need to work late tomorrow and all day Saturday," Duane answered. "I have a lot of hours I need to get billed this week. What are you gonna do, Roddy?"

"Probably just hang out with Lenny," Rodney gave a shrug.

"I'd like to meet Lenny," Seth gave a slow, thoughtful nod.

"I know he'd like to meet you," Duane smiled at the King's prominent bulge.

"Not for that," Seth wanted to quickly dispel that notion. If Garrett's dick was off limits to other men, so was his. "I would just like to talk to him."

"Good luck with that," Rodney chuckled.

"He'll talk to me," Seth gave a confident nod.

"Actually, fellas, we should probably call it a night," Duane announced. "I need to be in early tomorrow," he ran a hand over his husband's leg. "And I'd like to get a few minutes with you before I turn you over to Lenny for the next two days."

"I'd like that," Rodney took his husband's hand as they stood up. Everyone else stood with them.

"Thank you both for coming," Nasir put a hand on their backs. "And for everything that you have done."

"Thanks for a wonderful dinner!" Rodney expressed.

"We's friends, Bubba," Duane gave Nasir a hug.

"Absolutely," Rodney took his turn with Nasir and Emmett was pleased to note that he did not hug Nasir with his whole body.

"Emmett," Duane reached for him. He grabbed the side of Emmett's neck with his hand and kissed the other side as they embraced. Emmett found he didn't mind at all. The way Duane had done it was no more than friendly.

Handshakes went around for the rest of them with the exception of Duane and Edward who had bonded over their respective joint roles in Nasir's brief detention. They gave each other a quick hug with a pat on the back and then Duane and Rodney were out the door.

"We should probably go too, you guys," Edward put his arm around Jasper as they all stood in the entry hall. "My man has to get up plenty early for work."

"So good to see both of you," Seth wrapped his arms around Edward first.

"Eddie, thanks for helping in the kitchen," Emmett gave him warm hug.

"It was fun, Em. A nice change from the hotel," Edward rubbed the bigger man's back.

"Edward, thank you again so much for everything," Nasir took his turn.

"Of course, Buddy," Edward held Nasir tightly. "Now go get in bed with your husband where you belong."

"And you with yours, my friend," Nasir kissed Edward's cheek. "Shall I call a car for you?"

"It'll be easy to get a cab at this time of night," Jasper assured as he opened the front door.

"Should I come down with you?" Emmett asked.

"This is the Upper East Side, Em. It's perfectly safe downstairs," Jasper stated with certainty.

"Okay, but let Vlad get the cab for you," Emmett insisted.

This pair was walked out into the elevator lobby. Nasir, Emmett, Garrett and Seth only walked back inside and locked the door once the elevator had taken Edward and Jasper away.

Emmett returned to the living room and gathered up all the empty cordial glasses.

"Need a hand, Emmett?" Garrett asked.

"I got it. I'm just gonna rinse these out. Thanks, Garrett," Emmett smiled as he headed for the kitchen.

"I never found time today to take a shower and I'm going to do that right now," Seth declared. "I slept in these clothes and I wore them all day!"

"I'm willing to bet you smell very good," Garrett ran a hand over his husband's shoulder.

"I'm willing to bet these jeans could stand up by themselves," Seth joked.

"I shall come with you," Garrett began to unbutton his shirt. "My King can't wash himself."

"Night, Nasir," Seth paused to embrace the taller man once again. "I'm glad you're home and safe."

"Me too, Sethy," Nasir agreed. "It means a great deal to me to have you two here."

"Goodnight, my friend," Garrett had a warm hug and kiss for his best friend.

"Goodnight," Nasir watched Garrett and Seth descend the stairs before he turned and headed for the kitchen.

Emmett was still at the sink as he wanted to wash all the crystal by hand rather than place it in the dishwasher. "Hey, Babe," he smiled as Nasir joined him.

Nasir said nothing, but walked up behind Emmett and slipped his arms around Emmett's waist. He laid the side of his face on Emmett's strong back, closed his eyes and gave a sigh as he let all his stress and worry finally go completely.

"Me too, Nasi," Emmett let his head fall back against Nasir's as he rubbed the arms that held him.

"I do not know if I have ever wanted to go to bed with you as much as I do right now," Nasir confessed.

"You mean you want inside me?" Emmett asked.

"No. I mean, yes, I do want that, very much," Nasir explained himself. "I will always want that, but right now I just want you to hold me."

"Oh, Babe," Emmett wiped his hands and turned around to face the man he loved.

"I do not want you to ever let me go," Nasir looked into Emmett's crystal blues.

"Nasi, I never will," Emmett put his hands on Nasir's shoulders as he looked into Nasir's soft brown eyes. "Not ever. You're mine," he pulled Nasir into his embrace.

"I felt like I was being taken from you again," Nasir laid his head on Emmett's broad shoulder.

"Never," Emmett held his husband tightly. "I'll never let you go. Not till I'm dead."

"I want to be grandparents by then," Nasir stated.

"Grandparents?" Emmett pulled back enough to look his husband in the face. "You want to have kids?"

"Great uncles, I mean," Nasir clarified.

"Okay," Emmett chuckled. "We'll wait for Liam and Stephanie to grow up and make us great uncles. Who knows, you remember how attached Owen was to Conner? Maybe they'll grow up, become a couple, and have kids too."

"Then we will spoil them," Nasir was all for it. "All of them."

"There ya go. We'll call that a plan," Emmett liked the sound of that. "And I will love you on that day completely, with all of my heart and my soul, just as much as I do right now," he took Nasir's face in his big hands and kissed him softly and lovingly on his lips. "Did the guys go to bed?"

"They did," Nasir confirmed.

"Go ahead and get ready for bed too if you want," Emmett rubbed his husband's shoulders. "I just want to finish this crystal and I'll be right down."

"No," Nasir shook his head. "I will stay with you. It is so wonderful that you are here, I am afraid that if I let go of you, you will vanish like a wisp of smoke because you are too good to be true. I must hang onto you."

"Okay," Emmett laughed softly as he rubbed Nasir's arms. "Hang onto me while I finish these up," he turned in Nasir's arms back to the sink. Nasir rested his head on Emmett's back again while Emmett finished washing all the crystal by hand.

"Can I take you to bed now?" Emmett asked.

"Yes, please," Nasir answered as Emmett pulled away, but took his hand firmly. Emmett led the way and turned out the lights as they went.

"I didn't get much sleep on the plane last night and I'm willing to bet you haven't had a good night's sleep in days," Emmett surmised as they started down the stairs.

"Far from it," Nasir confirmed. "Certainly not like I sleep in your arms."

"Well, tonight you will, and the next three nights after," Emmett could not have been happier about that himself. Emmett shut off the hall light and closed their bedroom door as Nasir turned on the bedside lamps.

They met at the foot of the bed and both men began to undress the other. It was not unlike their very first night together so long ago in the hotel room in Las Vegas, but this time the air was not charged with sexual energy. Their mutual attraction and desire was evident, but on this night, the soft touch and warm caress of their fingers, hands and lips were filled with love. Once they were naked, Emmett gently took hold of Nasir's arms and slowly pulled him into his. The erections they ignored battled each other as they came together. Emmett slowly kissed his way along Nasir's shoulder and up the side of his neck.

"Let's get into bed, Babe," Emmett gave a final kiss on the bridge of his husband's nose.

They pulled down the bed and got into it, turning out the lamps as they did so. Nasir settled onto his back and Emmett slid into place under Nasir's right arm. He laid his head on Nasir's chest and hitched his leg over Nasir. Nasir felt his husband's cock press into his outer thigh. He wrapped his arms around Emmett and let his fingers trace little patterns on Emmett's back and shoulder.

"The Prophet, peace be upon him, was wrong," Nasir stated.

"He was? About what?" Emmett bit has he slowly ran his fingers through the hair on his husband's chest.

"There are not seventy two virgins waiting for me. There is only you in the Garden of Paradise and it is right here, right now, in this bed," Nasir answered.

"Yeah. Me too," Emmett snuggled into his husband and closed his eyes. It was all behind them now.

Down the hall, Garrett waited on the bed as he had been instructed to do. He had pulled the bed down and stretched out, but did not cover himself up. Garrett lay on his back, naked, with his hands behind his head, and waited for his husband to emerge from the bathroom. Seth appeared after his shower, also naked save for the towel perched on his head that was wrapped around his wet hair.

"Mmm," Garrett smiled at the sight of his husband. Seth's meat swung heavily before him as he walked to the bed.

"I'll say," Seth agreed as he climbed onto the bed. "Look at the hot man I found in my bed," he ran a hand up Garrett's hairy shin as he climbed onto Garrett as well.

"I was just about to say that," Garrett ran his hands up Seth's thighs as Seth seated himself across his upper thighs so that Seth's balls, warm from the shower, came to rest on his. The sleeping King flopped onto Garrett's crotch and came to rest on his own cock, which immediately began to expand. Seth leaned forward on Garrett's pecs with both hands.

"How did I get so lucky?" Seth mused.

"Lucky how? What do you mean?" Garrett asked as he caressed Seth's dark thighs and hips.

"Look at you. You're brilliant, successful and beautiful," Seth assessed. "I thought I was gonna hafta cut a couple a bitches today."

"Ha!" Garrett laughed mirthfully. "As if anyone could turn my eye from you. Do you think me a fool? I know very well how lucky I am. How many men wanted and still want you? The most desirable man Seattle certainly, possibly the whole West Coast, ever knew, is mine. Every morning I wake up beside you and see your great tumble of hair on the pillow, I realize again how lucky I am."

"Aw, Honey. You love me," Seth smiled.

"I do love you, Seth. Wholly and completely," Garrett ran his hands up Seth's ribs.

"I love you too," Seth laid himself down fully on Garrett.

"Ugh," Garrett wrapped his arms around his little husband. It turned him on no end when Seth lay fully on top of him. He pulled Seth's towel from his hair and tossed it on the floor.

"My hair is wet," Seth protested.

"I don't care," Garrett ran his fingers through it and let it fall about his chest and neck. He ran his hands over Seth's dark back.

"I love you," Seth spoke softly.

"I love you," Garrett repeated. He was fully hard by the time his hands reached the twin, firm mounds of Seth's compact little butt.

"Mmm," Seth loved when his husband played with his butt. He needed to move his head only slightly to be in the exact right position, and attached his mouth to Garrett's right nipple.

"Umm," Garrett flexed his chest as Seth's tongue circled around and swiped over his nipple. He slipped his fingers into Seth's crack, damp from his shower. The thought of his own tongue traveling this route made his cock flex between them. Garrett made Seth moan when he found and teased his hole. It turned him on no end when Seth squirmed on top of him.

Seth didn't want to hold his body still as he made love to his husband's chest with his mouth. He ran his tongue from one nipple to the other as Garrett's fingers explored his crack and teased his hole. The feel of his husband's body beneath his had already caused the King to wake. The fingers that massaged his hole and Seth desperately wished Garrett would put inside him, drove him quickly to full erection. Seth arched his back and raised his ass back in an effort to both arouse and encourage. Something he couldn't do with words as his mouth was busy. This was exactly what Seth wanted to do when he instructed his husband to wait for him on the bed. Then Seth wanted to kick himself.

"I am so stupid," Seth lifted his head.

"What? Why?" Garrett was perplexed.

"Put your hands behind your head," Seth instructed.

"My hands are busy," Garrett refused.

"Put, your hands, behind, your head," Seth repeated his command. This time Garrett did so. He did sometimes take the lead in their lovemaking and some of those times Seth let him have it, but when Seth asserted himself, Garrett always complied.

"You sexy fuck," Seth admired.

"Oh, I get it. You could be licking my armpits right now. And if you had let me take a shower with you like I wanted to, you would be," Garrett smiled.

"If I had let you take a shower with me tonight, we wouldn't have made it to the bed," Seth explained. He slid forward on Garrett to lean into his right armpit. Seth closed his eyes as he ran his nose through Garrett's trimmed hair. "Well," he lifted himself up. "If I can't stick my tongue in your armpit, I can stick it in your foreskin."

Garrett smiled as he watched Seth move back to sit on his feet between his legs. Seth leaned down and planted wet kisses from Garrett's almost fully sheathed head, down his sensitive cum tube and finally on each orb in their smooth, pale sac. He then ever so gently wrapped a hand around Garrett's stiffness. Seth tilted his head as he slowly stroked down and watched Garrett's foreskin roll back to expose his head.

"No, I don't think that is what I wanna do," Seth thought out loud and then moved in.

"Huh!" Garrett threw his head back as his every inch sank down his husband's throat. He ran a hand over the back of Seth's head, but in no way attempted to hold him down. He had learned long ago not to do that. Choking Seth with his cock was abuse Jared had often inflicted. Garrett was content to be in Seth's throat for exactly as long as Seth wanted him there and not a second longer.

Seth liked taking Garrett as far down his throat as he could go. He liked the feeling of Garrett's balls on his chin and the sense of mastery it gave him over the bigger, stronger body. It didn't freak Seth out when Garrett ran his hands over his head while he held himself impaled on his husband's pole. He trusted Garrett completely. Garrett was by no means the first man Seth had ever had in his mouth, but he would be the last. In his Power Bottom of Seattle days, Seth sometimes sucked his tricks, but not often. Their job was to service him, not the other way around. The tricks he was attracted to enough to suck, never came in his mouth. Seth never went down on them that long, or that earnestly. There were only two men in fact, whose cum Seth had ever tasted. Jared's, because he no choice, and Garrett's because he wanted to. Garrett had one unique position aside from being the only man Seth had ever loved. He was the only man with whom Seth had ever made love.

And Seth wanted to make love to his husband with his mouth right now. He ran his hands up Garrett's body to his pecs as he drew his mouth up Garrett's shaft and slowly sank back down.

"Ugh, Sweetness," Garrett loved the feel of Seth's hair falling over him, even still damp. The feel of Seth's tongue as it massaged the whole length of his cum tube was exquisite. And as Seth's fingers took hold of a nipple, and other hand moved down to cup and massage his balls, and his head raised and lowered on his straining cock once again, Garrett knew Seth intended to make him come this way. Garrett lifted his head to look down on the naked, dark, exotic beauty between his legs. Seth's mouth was heaven and it wasn't easy to form thoughts, but Garrett very much did not want to come this way. Not this time. That a beauty like Seth should want to worship, rather than be worshiped, boggled the mind. Garrett did not protest, he never did. He was Seth's to do with as he pleased after all, but sometimes he voiced his desires.

"Will you do something for me?" Garrett asked softly.

Seth reluctantly, slowly and torturously drew his mouth up and off of Garrett's throbbing bone. "What?" he asked and gave his husband's frenulum a slow and sensuous lick.

"Lay over the corner of the bed," Garrett bid.

"What?" Seth turned to look at the corners of the bed. He had noticed that unlike their bed at home, this bed had no footboard at all, but he still wasn't sure exactly what his husband wanted.

"C'mere," Garrett swung his right leg over Seth and rose from the bed. He picked up Seth's discarded towel and draped it over the corner of the bed. "Lay yourself over the corner of the bed, right here."

"Oh," Seth thought he got it. He climbed off the bed and approached the corner. "Like this?" Seth asked as he leaned in low to make sure that the King was caught on the edge of the bed as he laid on it. As it was the corner of the bed, Seth's legs could be spread even wider as his torso lay on the bed. He let his toes rest on the floor. In this way his ass was spread wide and his third leg hung straight down, caught against the mattress.

"Oh my God," Garrett slowly knelt on the floor. He almost tentatively reached out to place his hands on Seth's compact and solid glutes. Seth's spread crack, which he did not shave as he was naturally only slightly hairy and already perfect, his heavy balls and magnificent cock, were a sight that made Garrett's mouth and cock drool.

"Where is my phone?" Garrett suddenly needed to capture this sight for posterity. And anytime he wanted to give himself an instant erection.

"See something you like?" Seth asked with a grin as Garrett snatched up his cell from his bedside table.

"I see something breathtaking and I want it," Garrett moved behind Seth and took several shots.

"It's already yours," Seth assured.

"Hoh," Garrett tossed the phone aside as he knelt and moved in again. He gently took hold of the big python as he slipped his fingers behind it and began to massage Seth's cum tube with his thumbs.

"Mmm," Seth closed his eyes and enjoyed his husband's gentle and loving touch.

Garrett's mouth watered. How he had kept his tongue inside his mouth this long he could not comprehend. He leaned down and slipped his tongue under Seth's head, along the snake's already weeping eye. Seth gave a small gasp that was music to Garrett's ears. Garrett closed his eyes as he pulled his tongue back into his mouth and moved it on his palate, and the back of his teeth to fully savor the taste of Seth's essence. He wanted to give Seth tiny, light bird licks all over to tease and torture and make Seth squirm, but he just couldn't help himself. Garrett placed his tongue full and flat on Seth's frenulum and drew it up the considerable length of Seth's cum tube to his balls. He paused to give each testicle a loving slurp in their loose, dark sac before he drew his tongue up Seth's perineum, to the ultimate prize.

"Ugh," Seth moaned as his husband's tongue washed over his most intimate place.

"Hmm," Garrett lapped at Seth's hole. He tasted and smelled like fresh Seth. The sight, feel, smell and taste of Seth made Garrett dick throb and drool. Garrett kneaded Seth's buns while he ran his tongue over and over Seth's dark little rosebud. Garrett drew back to admire the sight of his husband laid bare and spread for him, Seth's crack and pucker slick with his own saliva.

"My God, do you turn me on," Garrett continued to massage Seth's ass.

"So do ya-ugh!" Seth moaned as Garrett's mouth attacked his hole. "Huh! Yeah!" he felt himself be penetrated by his husband's very talented tongue. "Oh, Gar, I love that!"

Garrett shoved his tongue as far up his sexy little husband's ass as he possibly could. He pulled back and massaged Seth's hole with his thumbs for a moment. And then impaled Seth with his tongue again.

"Ugh!" Seth felt his husband's tongue reach into him again and while this type of kiss was beyond exquisite, it made him long for something else. Something Garrett was only too ready to give.

But not yet. Garrett wanted to pay his King all the attention he so richly deserved. He slowly withdrew his tongue from Seth's hole and moved down to curl his tongue under the rock hard python's weeping eye. As soon as Garrett discovered how much he had caused Seth to leak, he knew placing the towel over the corner of the bed was the right call. Garrett drew his tongue up Seth's sensitive cum tube to his balls, in their now much tighter sac, and back down to the big snake's head.

"Oh, Honey, lick me!" Seth encouraged. The muscles of Seth's trim and toned legs flexed as his whole body strained with the sensation. Garrett ran his hands down Seth's thighs and moved them back up to the firm buns as his tongue traveled the path from Seth's head, along his cum tube, and over his nuts and perineum.

"Ugh!" Seth moaned as his husband's worshipful tongue washed over his hole again. Garrett licked gently at Seth's opening. He saw and felt it relax. Garrett licked his thumbs and began a gentle, stroking massage of Seth's big dick with his fingers as he slowly pressed his tongue inside Seth again.

"Ugh, Gar!" Seth moaned loudly. They were down the hall and around the corner from the other master bedroom, and therefore not too likely to be overheard, but they didn't care either way.

"That feels so good. I want you inside me!" Seth declared. "I need you now!"

"Did we bring anything?" Garrett paused long enough to ask.

"Top drawer, my side," Seth pointed to the bedside table on his side of the bed. Garrett was on his feet and around the other side of the bed in a flash. Seth had brought a tiny travel sized bottle of baby oil and had stashed it for just such a need.

"Perfect," Garrett didn't even close the drawer and dashed back to where Seth was draped over the corner of the bed. "Are you okay like this?"

"I'm wonderful like this," Seth expressed. "More tongue in my ass, please."

"With pleasure," Garrett dropped to his knees and did not hesitate. The baby oil was temporarily forgotten as Garrett grabbed Seth's cheeks and ran his tongue through Seth's wet crack.

"Ugh, Honey," Seth closed his eyes as his husband's tongue penetrated him again. "Ugh!" he lifted his head as the skilled tongue began to fuck him. "Get your cock inside me! I want your cock now!"

Garrett quickly opened the tiny bottle of oil and poured some into Seth's already very wet crack. He ran his index finger over Seth's hole to lubricate it and then pushed it easily, but very slowly and carefully inside Seth.

"Use two fingers, Gar," Seth bid. He didn't want to fuck around. Garrett slowly withdrew his finger and then just as slowly, inserted his index and middle fingers together.

"Yeah," Seth sighed. That felt much better, but not as good as the real thing, which he was about to demand again. Garrett leaned down to curl his tongue beneath the leaking head of Seth's cock.

"Mmm," Garrett loved the taste of his husband's precum. He massaged Seth's frenulum with his tongue as he began to massage Seth's prostate with his fingers.

"Huh!" Seth lifted his head at this joint onslaught. "God, Gar," he squirmed on the bed under his husband's loving and sensual ministrations. "Okay, you gotta stop that now or I'll come the second you put your cock in me."

But Garrett didn't want to stop. His tongue did not want to leave his beloved King. He liked making his little husband squirm. And he should have known better. Seth leaned up on his elbows and looked back over his shoulder.

"You have three seconds to get your dick inside me," Seth dictated. And Garrett knew Seth meant it. He pulled his fingers out of Seth and snatched up the bottle of oil as he stood up.

"One," Seth counted as Garrett poured oil into his hand.

"Two," Seth counted as Garrett coated his pole with oil. Garrett quickly moved into position and placed the head of his penis at Seth's opening.

"Three," Seth finished as Garrett began to push into him. Garrett, even in his haste to comply, would never just jab himself into Seth. And it wasn't just because Seth was Garrett's partner in life and he loved him completely. Seth was smaller and not as strong as he was. Garrett had a duty to treat Seth with loving care. He never wanted to give Seth a reason to feel unsafe with him. Seth should only ever feel cherished, desired and loved. Garrett slowly pushed into Seth's relaxed ring of muscle until his head slid within.

Seth heaved a most satisfied sigh and let himself fall back flat on the bed as he felt the head of Garrett's cock enter him. On the opposite end of this transaction, Garrett sucked a breath in through his teeth. This felt good. He was desperate to seat himself entirely within Seth, but didn't think that he dare take the liberty. It was unusual, at least at the start like this, for Garrett to be above, in a dominant position. Seth almost always took control of their lovemaking. And he very often would only allow Garrett's head inside him at first, to tease, torture and demonstrate who was in charge.

"Get inside me, Gar," Seth spoke softly, without a hint of command in his voice. "I want all of you."

"I want all of you," Garrett echoed as he slowly pushed himself into Seth's depths.

"Hooh!" Seth closed his eyes and lifted his head as his husband's cock filled him.

"Ugh, my God," Garrett pressed his every inch into the tight, wet, warm embrace of his husband's body.

"You feel so good in me, Gar. You were made for me," Seth expressed.

"Oh, yes I was," Garrett assured. "I was made to have and hold and love and cherish my beautiful, perfect, little Native American husband," he laid his body down on Seth's back. Seth knew what he wanted and Seth wanted it just as much. He lifted and turned his head as much as he could to meet his husband's mouth with his own. Seth's tongue welcomed Garrett's into his mouth. Seth took comfort from the bigger, stronger body of the man he loved, the man who would never hurt him, impaling him at both ends by tongue and cock.

Then Garrett moved his hips. He pulled himself back several inches and then pushed back into his husband fully. Seth whimpered into Garrett's mouth. This made Garrett's bone flex inside Seth's body, against his prostate, and that only made Seth whimper again. Garrett pulled back and pushed in slowly again. And this time he didn't stop. He hadn't been told. He hadn't asked and hadn't been given permission. Garrett slowly and gently began to make love to his husband. Seth made no objection. As fond as he was of being in control, sometimes it was best to let his top be a top and follow his own instincts.

And Garrett's instinct was to thrust. Though he would never do so in an aggressive manner. He didn't want to pound Seth through the mattress. He wanted to make love to his husband. Seth broke their kiss and let his head fall back down on the bed.

"Ugh," Seth stretched himself out as much as possible. Garrett pulled back almost fully and then pushed all the way back in.

"Guh," Garrett let his eyes roll back in his head. He lowered his head and kissed Seth's dark shoulder. "You feel so good," Garrett murmured to Seth's shoulder.

"Fuck me, Gar," Seth urged.

"Huh," Garrett picked up his pace slightly.

"Uuugh," Seth moaned. "Go faster."

Garrett began to thrust into Seth properly. "Hoh, Seth."

"Ugh, yeah, fuck!" Seth grabbed fistfuls of the bedclothes.

"Ugh, my God," Garrett let his forehead rest on Seth's shoulder as he pumped himself in Seth's ass. Seth loved the feeling of his husband's balls as they repeatedly came into contact with his own, almost as much as he enjoyed the feeling of his husband's cock inside him. The cock that repeatedly and perfectly rubbed over his prostate. Garrett always did it just right. But then Garrett slowed down.

"No, don't slow down!" Seth cried.

"You know what I want," Garrett continued to move himself within Seth, but at a much slower pace. He ran his tongue over Seth's bare shoulder.

And Seth knew very well what his husband wanted. "Not yet," he dictated. "Keep going. Faster," Seth commanded.

And Garrett obeyed.

"Huh, yeah," Seth closed his eyes as his husband thrust into him again. Garrett rose up and took hold of Seth's tiny waist, his thumbs in the small of Seth's back. Seth seemed suddenly so small and delicate. He was a perfect, precious, darkly exotic beautiful thing. A man, to be cherished and worshiped, and Garrett wanted to come inside him. He laid back down on Seth's back and attached his lips to Seth's shoulder once more as he continued to fuck Seth's ass.

"I'm getting close," Garrett warned the squirming, undulating body beneath him. He wanted to lay on his back and hold Seth on his back on top of him when they both came. That was his very favorite position. He loved to buck himself up into Seth when he came. He loved to hold Seth's big, hard dick in his hand when he made Seth come. Just thinking about it now, while his thrusting cock was in the ecstasy inducing embrace of Seth's body, pushed him even closer to the edge.

"Just keep going," Seth ordered. "You feel so good."

"I really am getting very close," Garrett warned again though, as instructed, he continued to drive himself into Seth's body.

"It feels too good. Don't stop," Seth fought to keep himself as still as possible. He pulled at the blankets and flipped his head back and forth. "Huh, ugh. Just keep going. Don't stop."

"Okay," Garrett began to tremble. "I'll go as long as I can," he assured. Seth was right. This felt very good, too good. If he continued like this, at this pace, he would come soon.

His husband's hard, throbbing, thrusting cock felt as good inside him tonight as ever it had. Seth knew how his husband wanted to come and he wanted to give Garrett what he wanted, of course he did, but this right now felt fantastic and he wanted to go on like this as long as possible. Seth was actually grateful that in this position, Garrett couldn't reach his cock. Garrett never stroked him when he made love to him, because he didn't need to, but the way Seth was being stimulated from within by his husband's drilling bone, even Garrett's fingers just wrapped around his cock would be too much right now.

"Hoh, Seth," Garrett rested his forehead on Seth's shoulder again. "I don't know how much longer I can go."

"Don't stop," Seth shook his head. "Don't stop."

"Huh," Garrett's thrusts became erratic as he neared the brink. He needed to stop, but he had to go on. Very soon it would be too late to get into the position he most loved. Very soon he would lose it. "I can't hold out!"

"Don't stop!" Seth cried. His husband's cock inside him had him on the very edge himself. If either of them had so much as touched his cock, he would be done. Seth wanted this to last forever.

But it couldn't.

"Seth!" Garrett thrust ever more erratically. The closer he came to his orgasm, the harder his dick became, and the harder he rubbed against Seth's prostate. Seth fought very hard to hold out himself. He suddenly realized the battle was nearly over for both of them as he felt his husband's body tremble and the cock in his ass grow even firmer.

"Gar!" Seth cried out in desperation.

"Seth, I can't!" Garrett's body shook. "I'm there! Ungh!" he convulsed with orgasm as he blew out deep inside Seth's body. Garrett just could not maintain the pace as his body quaked, but continued to thrust his blasting organ into Seth. Seth's eyes were wide open, but he couldn't blink and he couldn't see. He couldn't even draw a breath. Time slowed nearly to a stop as Garrett's discharging weapon pressed on and pulsed against his prostate.

"Haa!" Seth's straining, throbbing, drooling penis, untouched where it was trapped against the corner of the bed, let loose with a long, heavy rope of cum.

Garrett knew what the buck of the little body beneath him meant. And he especially knew the sound Seth made when he came. Though he was not finished himself, Garrett quickly flew into action. He withdrew from Seth, grabbed him by his hips and flipped him over. Before Seth even knew what was happening, his cock was in his husband's mouth.

"Yaah!" Seth's second blast filled Garrett's mouth.

"Mmph!" Garrett sucked and stroked Seth through his orgasm. He thrilled to the copious outpouring of Lakota cream that filled his mouth repeatedly. The feel of his husband's convulsing body, the sounds he made, the pulsing, spurting, dark organ in his hands and mouth, coupled with the smell and especially taste of Seth's semen, made Garrett blow out again himself. His own abandoned weapon pulsed and discharged a gush of jizz that spattered, thankfully, onto the towel that Garrett had the forethought when he placed it, to drape on the floor as well.

"Ugh, Gar," Seth moaned as he ceased to squirt. Garrett removed his hands and slowed down, just gently sucking Seth as he continued to ooze into Garrett's loving mouth.

"Oh my God," Seth panted. Garrett used a hand again to milk Seth of every drop he had to give before he finally pulled his mouth off his still very hard King. He stood up and grabbed hold of himself. Garrett gave himself a stroke and the big glob of cum that clung to the head of his dick grew even larger. Seth gasped when he saw that. The exact order of what had happened and when suddenly became clear in his no longer orgasm clouded brain.

"I'm mad at you!" Seth declared.

"What?" Garrett was not expecting to hear those words.

"You are a very bad husband! Don't ever take your dick out of me when you're coming!" Seth laid down the law. He lifted his legs into the air. "Put it back inside me, right now."

"I'm sorry," Garrett moved in quickly, hooked Seth's legs with his arms and inserted himself into Seth again. "Ugh!" this felt even better than he thought it would and he gave a small, final convulsion as the last of his seed was planted deep inside his husband's body.

"Ahh," Seth gave a very satisfied sigh as he was filled again and felt the final pulse of his husband's cock inside him. "Don't be sorry," he reached up to massage his husband's pecs. "I know why you did it."

"I wanted your cum," Garrett told Seth what he well knew.

"I want all of your cum. Now at least some of it is on the floor," Seth made a faux pout.

"On the towel, I think," Garrett smiled down at his lover. He leaned down and took Seth's face in his hands. Seth welcomed his husband's cummy tongue into his mouth with his own tongue.

"Mmm," Seth liked tasting himself in his husband's mouth. He wrapped his arms around Garrett's neck. "Stay inside me. Never take it out," Seth directed when he broke their kiss.

"What happens when you have to go to the bathroom?" Garrett asked with a grin.

"I'll never eat again," Seth decided.

"I will eventually go soft," Garrett pointed out.

"Then I'll suck it back to life and you can put it back where it belongs," Seth had the answer. Garrett smiled, gave his husband a gentle, loving kiss on his lips, and slid his arms under Seth's back. Seth knew what Garrett was doing. This wouldn't be the first time he had done it. With one arm supporting Seth's back and the other supporting Seth's butt, Garrett lifted Seth from the bed. The still very awake King gave a flex where it was trapped between their bodies. Seth absolutely lovedwhen his husband picked him up, fully impaled on his cock.

Garrett carefully sat, turned and laid back on the bed, still fully seated within Seth. Seth happily laid down with and on his husband, right where they both liked him to be.

"I love you, my Itancan," Seth expressed as he kissed his husband's chest.

"Itancan," Garrett repeated the word. "That means Chief. You've alluded to that before. Why do you call me your Chief?" he rubbed Seth's bare back. "I am in no way superior to you. Quite the contrary. I should call you Chief. What was it Emmett called you? Little Chief Big Dick?"

"No," Seth chuckled. "He did call me that, but you are all of our Itancan. It's your natural role and you don't even realize it."

"All of us?" Garrett thought about that. "I'm not the biggest or strongest. Emmett should be our Chief."

"No," Seth disagreed again. "It takes more than brawn and great courage to be Chief. Emmy is like a big grizzly bear with the disposition of a sweet, loving puppy. All he wants to do is cuddle, unless he needs to be in grizzly mode. Think of him sitting outside the flap of our lodge. We are as safe as we could possibly be with Brave Grizzly watching over us.

"And at his side stands Nasir," Seth continued to paint the picture. "He leans on his coup stick and watches the horizon. He is particularly good at hunting and gathering, and helps you keep our band prosperous. Beside them stand Justin and Roberto. Justin is your brother and has an honored place with us at the sacred fire. He sits at your right hand. He is very clever and when you need someone to organize a horse raid, Justin is your man. Then there is Roberto, bravest of your Braves. Should the tribe be threatened and you need to appoint a Shirt Wearer, Roberto is your guy."

"Shirt Wearer? That means War Chief. Emmett wouldn't handle that?" Garrett asked.

"Emmy would handle it alright, but Roberto would plan and lead it," Seth explained.

"I see," Garrett nodded. "What about Edward and Jasper?"

"Edward is an accomplished Brave. I see him sitting beside Justin and Roberto at the sacred fire," Seth relayed. "I see Jasper as someone who does not leave the village. He sees to our crops and lodges. He is clever too and helps you to plan and organize."

"What about Leah? And Rosalie and Maggie?" Garrett asked.

"Rosalie is a big and ferocious she-wolf. She sits beside Emmy," Seth envisioned. "She is very willing and very able to join Justin's horse raids, or Roberto's war parties. Between her and Emmy, our band is invulnerable. Maggie keeps the tribe clothed. She and Leah and Malynn look after our young. Like Yvonne. And Roger is one of your Braves too.

"Then there is you. Our wise and benevolent leader. You sit in the honored place at the head of the sacred fire. Your word is the law," Seth continued. "Your job is to decide for all of us."

"And you are our Wicaša Wakan," Garrett stated. "You look after all of us."

"That's, right!" Seth was most pleased that his husband not only remembered the words, but pronounced them perfectly. "Very good, Honey. And as our Itancan, it's also your job to listen to your Wicaša Wakan and do exactly as I say!"

"Ah! Now that makes perfect sense," Garrett wrapped his arms around Seth and held him tightly. "My first official law as Itancan is that you may never wear clothes."

"But, what if I get cold?" Seth asked.

"You will stay in our lodge and be warm by the fire," Garrett reasoned.

"How will I look after our band? How will I See if I am not allowed to go outside?" Seth enquired.

"You make a good point," Garrett conceded. "You may wear what you wish when you go among the people."

"But inside our lodge, at the sacred fire, no man is ever allowed to wear anything," Seth declared.

"We're not?" Garrett smiled.

"No. Grandfather Spirit told me so and the sacred is my purview after all, so I speak without question," Seth stated.

"Then it shall be as you say," Garrett agreed. "Won't Roberto love that!"

"He doesn't get a choice," Seth stated. "If he doesn't listen to you, he disobeys the law, and if he doesn't listen to me, he'll get Bad Medicine, and there's nothing worse than that. We won't have to worry about Roberto."

"I think we'll need to worry more about your sister," Garrett figured.

"I think you're right," Seth agreed.

"What about Miles and Sylvia?" Garrett wondered.

"Ah, well, because of their advanced years, we would all consider them wise, the less than lucid moments notwithstanding," Seth imagined. "They would almost certainly sit at the sacred fire. We would all call them grandfather and grandmother. They would tell our stories as all the old ones do."

"What about Tony and Dane?" Garrett continued.

"Tony is another accomplished Brave. I see him as a big and powerful alpha wolf. Like Rosalie, he would sit at the side of Brave Grizzly. Let General Terry and his column advance. Those three would wipe them from the Earth. Then Dane," Seth considered, "I think, like Jasper, would not leave the village. I think he would see to the buffalo hides and meat when Nasir's hunting parties bring them back. He would tan and salt and cure."

"Simon and Wayne?" Garrett listed.

"Oh, now, every Brave who returns from a successful war party, or horse raid, or hunting trip, needs to get his dick sucked. That's their job," Seth explained. "And if a Brave would rather fuck, those two would be only too happy to accommodate."

"Of all the histories of your tribe that you've ever told me, I don't remember you mentioning whore boys who serviced the Braves," Garrett pointed out.

"You must not have been paying attention," Seth dismissed. "Ohh," he was disappointed when Garrett finally softened to the point of slipping out of him.

"Sorry," Garrett expressed his regret. "If I could stay hard all the time, right where it was, is right where I would want it."

"You don't wanna be in my mouth sometimes?" Seth asked.

"Oh, of course I do, but how would you explain to me about our tribe with your mouth full of my cock?" Garrett posed.

"Okay, when I need to talk, you can put it in my ass," Seth agreed.

"There. A perfect arrangement," Garrett smiled. He pulled the sheet and blankets up to cover them both. "Tell me about Zack and Leo now."

"Oh, hot, young Braves," Seth stated. "They would see to our horses. Roberto and Justin and Nasir would take them on war parties, horse raids and hunts. They would have to prove themselves, but the older Braves would watch out for them."

"I see. I'm glad you have this all figured out," Garrett rubbed his husband's back.

"I have everything figured out," Seth closed his eyes. He fully intended to go to sleep lying fully on top of his husband.