Yay, it's finally honeymoon time! I hope you guys enjoy the fluff that's headed your way. You've all put up with so much melancholy Alex that you deserve a little more cinnamon roll love. Don't think it's all sunshine and roses, though... That's not really my style. ;) Also, sixty reviews? What! You guys make my heart explode. Thank you as always for your unwavering support and reviews!
I walked into the lecture hall, ready as I could be for the final. Washington stood at the front of the room and gave instructions for how the final would be structured, the case that would be covered and how we should handle the exam. I worked on remembering to breathe deeply as I settled myself between Aaron and Angelica. A determined hush fell over the room as well all worked on trying not to flunk out of the first semester of law school. I took advantage of the full three hours, rewriting my arguments a few times, holding my pen cap between my teeth for the duration, anything to calm my nerves. I was one of the last to leave, thanking the professor for his time.
From the hallway, I called John, not breaking my step to leave the building.
"Hey, babe. All done?" He answered excitedly.
"That was the last one. All done, first semester of law school is in the books."
"That's my man, right there! How'd it go?"
"I think it went pretty well."
"Good! I knew you'd do great. You ready for this weekend?"
"Yes, but will you finally tell me where we're going?"
"No, Alex."
"How am I even going to be able to pack?"
"It's going to be hot, we're going to a beach one day. Pack for that."
Beach? Beach? Ocean beach? I cleared my throat, "okay, good, good hint."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just tired, you know. I'm going to work, but I'll be home tonight."
"Want to go out and celebrate? There's no food at home, emptied everything out so we don't come home to a mold colony."
"Yeah, sure, you pick the place."
"Alright, I love you. See you tonight."
"Love you, too."
Work was uneventful, Thomas was there… of course… and he and James grilled me about where we were going on our honeymoon. I insisted that I didn't know and tried to get far enough ahead on my projects to not feel too guilty leaving for a week. Once I got home I found John dressed nicely, button down - top few buttons undone, leaving his jugular notch to peek out and beg to be licked and sucked - and slacks waiting for me.
"What's this all about?" I smirked and held him by his hips when he stood to greet me.
"We're going out. Go change."
"I have to look nice?" I pulled a face
He rolled his eyes and smacked my ass lightly "go, we're celebrating."
I went to the bedroom and found slacks and a dress shirt. I let down my hair, smoothing and re-tying it into a low ponytail.
"Good enough?" I presented myself.
John grinned lopsidedly, "holy shit, maybe I'll just cancel our reservations, have you for dinner instead."
"Stop it. We both know I'm not worth all that."
"I disagree."
"Come on, let's go eat."
John had made reservations to our favourite nice Italian restaurant and ordered a bottle of wine. We waited for our food and I reached across the table to hold his hands. The gesture earned me a love drunk smile from him.
"I'm all packed and ready, new lens came just in time." He told me.
"I need to do that tonight. Still won't tell me?"
"Fine. I guess I can since we leave tomorrow." He blushed delicately.
"What are you all worked up for?"
"I just hope you like it, spent so long not telling you I don't want it to be anticlimactic."
Our server brought our dinners out to us, I inspected my lasagna and waited for John to speak before I took a bite.
"So where?" I asked him.
He sighed like he hoped I'd forgotten, silly man.
"Well, I thought it would be nice to take you somewhere you can learn about your history, but not somewhere you've been, good memories only, especially since we're going to have our baby soon, good to learn more to be able to tell them stories, and we can take a day to play at the beach, and there are some great museums." He twirled spaghetti around his fork.
"Spit it out, John."
"We're going to New Orleans. You said your great grandparents are from there. "
I smiled at him, "that's really sweet, querido."
"Figured it would be fun to go somewhere we've never been, and I know how you are about history, it's a really old city, so you'll like that and it'll be cool to see where your family is from."
"Good job." I nudged his ankle with my foot under the table and he loosened up.
We tucked into our meal and beamed at each other the whole time. I was impressed. He'd done a good job. I'd considered New Orleans as a possibility, but it had been so long since we'd talked about it I was sure he'd forgotten.
John paid the bill and we went home so I could pack.
"Do you even have a swimsuit?" he asked, rolling the shirts I handed him.
"Nope, I haven't been swimming since… well since I came to America."
His eyes widened, "how?"
"Not really a huge fan of water, or oceans." I let it hang between us.
He chewed at his cheek, "that makes sense. We don't have to go to the beach."
"No, we'll go, I know you like to swim, and hey I can drink and read books anywhere."
"You sure?"
"It's your honeymoon, too, John. I'll do just about anything for you to have a good time."
He smiled bashfully at me and we finished packing, I was a lighter packer than he was, probably could have fit everything into a backpack if I'd needed to.
John ran over his checklist again with me as we settled in to bed, confident he was forgetting something.
"You got all the lube Lafayette gave us?"
He considered it, "I packed some, but I thought we didn't really like the-"
"I'm being sarcastic, no one needs that much, but I'm gonna fuck you a lot. A lot. You won't know what hit you. You'll just be hanging out at some New Orleans hotel, then suddenly, 'whoa, what's that?' boom, 'it's Alexander's dick.'" I rutted my hips against him for good measure.
He giggled and wrapped his arms around me, "you're dumb."
"No, I just like to make you laugh."
He scrunched up his face and looked away.
We fell asleep together and in the morning I slipped out of bed and let him sleep, trying to get even just a little more work done before we left.
He got up and I listened to him shuffling around, going through his morning rituals, I downed my coffee and slid my laptop and another notebook for good measure into my bag. He tugged the end of my ponytail and kissed my jaw. I turned to kiss him properly.
"Morning, sunshine." I smiled at him.
"Morning."
"You wanna go get some breakfast since our flight isn't until later?"
He nodded and wiped his eyes.
"We should just take all our stuff."
"Okay. What do you want?"
"Can we go to La Barca?"
"You got it." We gathered all of our things before going to our favourite spot, where John decided our second date had taken place, luggage in tow.
We hoisted our bags into the opposite side of the booth and sat side by side, John nuzzling into my side, arm threaded around mine, latched around my bicep while I drank coffee and we waited for our food.
"So, what's the plan for the rest of the day?" I asked him.
"Well the flight's about three hours, but we get an hour back since we change time zones, so I'm thinking we should be able to check in at about six or seven and we go find dinner and maybe go out for drinks? Hit the museums hard tomorrow. Sound good?"
I thought about it, "what if we just stay in our room all night and I have my way with you instead?"
He blushed and turned to bury his face against me, "I guess that's technically an option, too."
John seemed relieved that our breakfasts came and he scarfed down his plantains. I ran my fingers over the top of his thigh, settling the heel of my hand just too close to his crotch and he shifted beside me.
"What hotel are we staying at?"
"Don't hate me." His brows pulled together.
I pursed my lips, "okay?"
"The Ritz-Carlton…" he grimaced.
I resisted the urge to gag, "that may have been a little bit overboard, yeah?"
"We only get one honeymoon… and this will probably be our only vacation for a while, figured we should do it right."
"I love you and your ridiculous orphan money." I leaned over and kissed his hair, calming his nerves about my reaction.
"And I like spoiling us."
After breakfast we made our way to LaGuardia and of course John had booked us first class. We boarded first, only a half hour behind schedule and enjoyed our drinks while the other passengers boarded.
"Deep breaths, love." John squeezed my hand during takeoff, eyes fixed on my bouncing knees.
I nodded and clamped my eyes shut, feeling the moment the wheels left the ground and the ascent began in earnest. I let out the breath I was holding and felt John thumb sliding across the back of my hand. Upstroke, slow, breathe in. Downstroke, slow, breathe out. A few more repetitions and the aggressive incline of the plane stopped, we finally leveled out. I sighed and opened my eyes.
"Thank you." I smiled a tight lipped little thing at him. Pussy.
"Of course. You did great."
We made it through yet another flight without dying and wandered through the airport to the luggage claim and waited for our bags. They finally came around on the carousel and we went outside to hail a cab. John provided instructions and I got a chance to catch my first sight of the city during the twenty minute car ride. It looked mostly like any other mid sized city, the humidity was what set it apart from anywhere else.
Checking in to the hotel was easy, I looked around at just how snazzy the building was, opulent with an eighteenth century flair, despite how modern everything was. Our room was no different, ornate four poster king bed, overstuffed couch in the corner. John flopped down on the bed.
"This is… wow." I commented, drawing back the curtains to expose the windows overlooking the city, trying to memorize what I could of the layout of the streets from thirty stories up..
"Alex, come snuggle me and we'll figure out dinner."
I pivoted to see him on his back, legs dangling off the bed, phone in his hands suspended over his head, looking at Yelp to try and find a good restaurant. I couldn't resist the opportunity that presented itself and dropped to the floor between his legs, gripped him behind his knees and pulled him to the edge of the bed, I unbuttoned his jeans and rucked them down to the floor.
"Hey!" He exclaimed out of surprise.
I raised an eyebrow and pulled his soft member out of his boxer briefs and took him into my mouth. He grew hard, pressing against my throat. I swallowed him eagerly, listening to his soft moans and heard his phone fall into the duvet.
"Alex, oh, God, yeah, that feels nice." He reached around my head for the rubber band securing my hair and freed it, rooting his hands in my hair, pulling me closer to him.
I bobbed, careful attention paid to the sensitive underside with my tongue and swallowed, letting the contractions of my pharynx ripple a moan out of him. My hair was released and his position changed, I glanced up at him to see him up on his elbows looking down at me. I blinked and closed my eyes again, burying my nose into the patch of hair at his base. I shifted slightly, keenly aware of the constriction in my jeans.
"Alex, oh, please don't stop. Please."
He twitched in my mouth and I heard him fall back against the bed, his knees clamped on either side of me, he twitched hard in my mouth and let out a long sustained groan as he shot off in my mouth. I swallowed and slid away from him, wiping my mouth and toggling my jaw side to side.
"Happy honeymoon, amante." I got on the bed and straddled him.
"Welcome to New Orleans." He smirked.