Colorado Springs was just over an hour south of Denver on Interstate 25. They then went on Route 87 to 122. Route 122 became Lake Avenue which led to the Broadmoor Resort. The resort was first opened as a hotel in 1918. It is the home of one the best golf courses in the United States. The Broadmoor was more of a "summer" place with golf, tennis, and mountain experiences as the primary attractions. There weren't any winter activities, but ski slopes and ice rinks were nearby. Colorado Springs is famous for being the home of the Training Center for the US Olympic figure skaters and other winter athletes. Also at home in the "Springs" was The Garden of the Gods, The Cheyenne Mountain Zoo and the United States Air Force Academy and it's famously spired Chapel. Pike's Peak stood over the town like a watchful General.
It was just after ten pm when Bret pulled up to the grand entrance of the Broadmoor. They would be staying in the West Tower of the main hotel building. The Broadmoor was a complex of many different buildings, cottages and shops. It was like a small town within a city.
A Valet came out to park the SUV. Bret was hesitant, after all it was a City of Denver vehicle, but the Valet assured the Captain that he often parked city owned cars, and had the proper papers and insurance to do so. Bret gave him a tip as he got out and went to open Adam's door.
"I hope our reservation is still good, we missed the check in time," Adam said in a worried tone as he read the check in/out time card on the desk in the lobby.
"It will be fine. I told them we would be late," Bret said as the Clerk came in from the office behind the desk. The lobby was quite as the other guests had long ago checked in.
"Good evening, gentlemen. Captain Hart?" the well dressed clerk asked. Bret was still in his full dress uniform and Adam in his white suit.
"Good evening, yes, Bret and Adam Hart," Bret replied as he pulled out a gold-colored credit card. Adam stood just behind and to the left of Bret, he couldn't explain it but he just felt; shy.
A bellman brought their luggage and garment bags into the lobby. He wheeled them on an antique brass luggage rack, it had been used since the hotel opened.
The clerk rapidly and efficiently checked the couple into their room, "there you are Captain Hart. I trust you and Doctor Hart will enjoy your time with us. You'll find a list of amenities and services on the desk in your room. Congratulations on your marriage. Please take Captain and Doctor Hart to the west tower Gaylord Suite. Gentlemen, welcome to the Broadmoor," the clerk said in a formal, but polite tone. He handed the key to the suite to the bellman. With a nod he moved to the elevators with the brass luggage rack.
"Thank you, we will," Bret said as he took the papers, his credit card and second key from the clerk. He put his arm around Adam's waist and followed the bellman and their luggage.
It took about fifteen minutes to get to the Gaylord Suite. It was a the top of the west tower of the main hotel building. It had its own private entrance as the bellman led them from the elevator to the door.
The bellman opened the door and took the luggage and garment bags inside. Bret told Adam to wait, as the older man went into the suite. "That's fine, thank you. You can leave now," Bret said in a hurried tone as he handed a fifty dollar bill to the hotel employee.
The bellman took the tip with a nod and smile. He hung the garment bag on a hook by the door and with a nod to Adam, left the newlyweds alone.
Bret went back out to Adam. He picked his husband up bridal style and carried him into the softly lit suite. Adam blushed in Bret's arms and his eyes quickly took in the beautiful room.
The West Tower Gaylord Suite, a lavish two, thousand, three hundred square foot space, appointed with classic furnishings, the ambiance made them feel at home. The couple had a majestic view of the mountains and lake from the large terrace and windows in the dining room.
He carried Adam to the grand master bedroom. The king sized bed of a posturepedic mattress was extra long. Goose down pillows and a duvet covered the bed. There was also a flat screen TV with a DVD player.
The bathroom was filled with Elite therapeutics products and two Broadmoor bathrobes hung neatly on the back of the bathroom door.
The couple would discover the rooms other features later, but now, there was only one thing on their minds. It was all about consummating their marriage, nothing else mattered, not even the gift basket from the hotel or the champagne sent by Shawn and Hunter.
Bret set Adam down, "you need anything from your suitcase?" Bret asked in a husky voice. He would let Adam do whatever he wanted.
"No, just the lube," Adam said with a lusty wink. He was already wearing his "wedding night lingerie", his lacy, white silk thong.
Bret laughed and pulled a tube of lube out his jacket pocket, "Good thing I didn't pull this out by mistake at the Chapel," he winked and threw the tube on the bed.
"I'm glad you didn't. You get comfy, I'll be right back," Adam said with a coy wink, as he went into the bathroom.
Bret laughed lustily as he watched his new husband sway into the bathroom. Adam teased by swaying his hips seductively as he walked away. The Captain carefully stripped out of his dress uniform. He hung it up neatly on a hanger in the closet, it was a pain to iron with its double row of real brass buttons and gold braids, that marked his rank around the cuff of his sleeves.
In the luxurious bathroom, Adam was so tempted to take a hot soak in the deep tub, but then again, Bret was waiting. He looked in the lighted make-up mirror. Why did he feel so shy about sex tonight? It wasn't like it was their first time or he was an innocent virgin. Well, it would be alright, he knew Bret would take care of him.
Bret stripped completely naked, his cock was already getting hard, he had been in this condition ever since the reception. He pulled the covers back on the large, comfortable bed. He made a nest of the pillows. He turned the bedside lap down low. Bret then turned the radio on to the soft, jazz station they both loved. He slipped in, between the covers, he put his arms behind his head and waited.
Adam had stripped out of his beautiful white suit. He folded it neatly and placed it on the vanity counter. He debated putting on one of the robes that hung on the back of the bathroom door. He decided against it, he'd spent sixty dollars on the lacy, white silk thong, he might as well show it off. He took a deep, nervous breath and opened the door.
Bret looked over when he heard the bathroom door open. His boy was breathtaking. Adam had taken the band out of his hair, his long, blond locks hung over his shoulders like silk. Adam was only wearing a lacy, little thong that left nothing to the imagination. He looked like a pure, shy virgin. The low light made Adam's lightly tanned skin glow, adding to the golden effect.
"You look so beautiful, Sugar. So pure and innocent. I feel like a dirty old man. I'm going to spoil that beauty, make you so dirty, make you feel so slutty," Bret got out of the bed, his cock was rock hard against his abdomen. He walked toward his husband like an animal stalking its prey.
Adam stood still, like a wild deer caught between a rock and an approaching predator, he had no place to run. He trembled as his stalker drew closer, "I'm innocent, please don't hurt me Mister Bear," he said softly, with a frightened tone as he played along with Bret's "game." Bret let out a low growl, it rumbled deep in his chest. He loved it when Adam played along. Bret loved keeping sex exciting with the occasional role play. Tonight was perfect for "stalk the virgin".
"You're a pretty little thing. What are you doing in my woods, dressed like that, little Angel?" Bret asked in a low, husky voice. He looked like a wild beast, his long hair was down, his untamed curls framed his dark eyes, his lips curled in a sneer.
"I... I... went for a walk, to pick wild flowers and... I... um... got lost. Can you lead me home, Mister Bear?" Adam made his green eyes wide and innocent, he hung his head shyly and coyly twisted his right leg to hide his growing erection. He too loved these role-playing games and they had just fallen into this one, totally unplanned.
Bret growled again, "you should know better, little Angel. You shouldn't pick the wild flowers. I can show you the way home. Oh, what's this?" Hart husked as he ran the back of his hand lightly over the hardness hidden by the lacy silk.
Adam trembled again, Bret's hand felt so good as it stroked his silk covered shaft, "pl...please... Mister Bear... take... me... home," he could barely form his words, let alone speak them, Bret made his spine tingle like an electric fire.
"I'll take you home, but you must be punished first. You dared to try to pick my wild flowers without asking. Come with me little Angel," the "bear" took the "angel" by the left wrist and led him to the bed.
"This isn't the way home. Where are we Mister Bear? But... but... I didn't pick any flowers, I... I... got... lo... lost looking for them," Adam said innocently as he stood by the bed. Again he made his eyes wide and innocent. His head hung even more shyly as a thick lock of hair partly covered his eyes.
Bret nearly "broke" character, Adam looked so damn beautiful and innocent, he just wanted to throw him on the bed and fuck him till he screamed.
"This is my den, little Angel. Come into my bed," Bret growled as took Adam's wrist again. Bret climbed on to the bed, he pulled Adam in with him. Bret stretched lazily, he rested his head on his left palm as he lay on his side. The fingers of his right hand gently ran up and down Adam's leg as the physician sat cross-legged, as he faced his husband.
Adam trembled as the fingers slid up and down his skin. "What... what are you going to do to me, Mister Bear?" Adam asked in a breathless whisper. He was more than ready for Bret to throw him down and fuck him till he screamed.
Bret knew Adam was just as ready as he was. "I'm going to throw you down on this bed, rip that pretty bit of lace off your body and make you sweaty and dirty. I'm going to soil a pretty Angel. I'm going to fuck you till you scream," the Captain growled as he rose up. He crawled on the bed till he pushed Adam down.
Bret straddled the lithe body, his knees on either side of Adam's hips. Adam had straightened out his legs, his hair fanned over the pillows like spilled gold.
The doctor's hands rested lightly on Bret's hips, "then do it Bear, make me yours, make me your dirty little slut. I don't wanna be an angel anymore. I want to be your sweaty, dirty, ruined slut," Adam's words were deep and husky, his eyes were darkened with lust and desire.
"I think the game is over, little Angel," Bret said deeply as he leaned down and kissed Adam deeply. Their tongues tangled together, teeth clicked lightly. Adam's hands slid up into his husband's hair. Their hips ground against each other, both felt the heat and hardness of their cocks.
When they broke the kiss, Bret slid off Adam, his fingers tangled in the band of the silk covered elastic of the lacy, white thong that managed to keep Adam's shaft in check. As the silky fabric slid down Adam's curvaceous legs, his cock bobbed up against his body, pre-cum leaked from the swollen mushroom head.
"Sixty-nine" Bret said in a low tone that was a command, not a question. It was something they both enjoyed, but didn't often do, they kept it for special times. Nothing was more special than their wedding night. Bret moved his body so that Adam would stay nestled in the nest of goose down pillows. Adam adjusted himself as Bret lowered his cock towards his mouth. In silent synchronization their mouths closed around each others erections. They moaned in chorus as they worked their tongues in the same way.
Both mouths were hot as tongues licked at the tick under veins. Soon they worked in counter-sync. Adam's mouth sucked down, while Bret's cheeks hollowed as he sucked up Adam's cock. One would go down, the other up. Adam followed the pace that Bret set. Not too fast, but not too slow. They didn't do a sixty-nine often, so when they did, they relished in the duel sensations.
As their hips moved, hands caressed. Bret's fingers slipped down the crack of his husband's ass. He couldn't see where his fingers went, but he felt the pucker of flesh. He decided to give his boy a treat of a different kind.
With some gentle nudging and prodding, Bret moved his lover. Adam was now on top of his husband, his mouth still slurped on Bret's cock. The blond moaned when Bret's hand went around his cock, he had expected his husband's hot, wet mouth to return.
What Bret did next, sent Adam soaring. Bret began to flick his tongue over the puckered flesh of his hole. In all his sexual life, Adam had never been rimmed, not even by Bret. It was the most incredible feeling in the world.
Bret gave a low growl as his mouth attacked his boy's hole, it was sinful, but so exotic and the taste was so intimately Adam. With a twisting tug on his boy's shaft, Bret made his tongue into a sharp point and worked it into the ringed hole. The sensation of Bret's tongue in his most secret place made Adam feel so wonderful, he almost forgot what he was doing. When the tongue invaded his hole, Adam nearly bit down on Bret's throbbing cock.
Bret felt his boy's sharp teeth, but before Adam could actually bite, he gave Adam's ass a swift slap. He pulled his mouth away from its feast, "watch it boy," he growled in a masterful warning tone. The last thing he wanted was to have his cock bitten off by his new husband.
Adam squealed as the warm sting of Bret's spank spread over his ass cheek. He made a muffled "sorry" sound around the shaft in his mouth. To make for his faux pas, Adam gave his husband's shaft an extra lick around the sensitive slit. With a deep inhale and moan of pleasure, Bret went back to work with his mouth on Adam's intimate hole. Both men soon settled themselves on their separate feasts.
Bret could soon feel the tingling coil that ran from his belly to his balls, he wanted to cum inside his husband. With a sudden flip from the head of the bed to the foot, Adam found himself on his back, his long hair tumbled over the foot of the bed. Bret lifted Adam's left leg onto his shoulder. His cock was slick with Adam's saliva and his own pre-cum. Adam's hole was wet with spit, so he took his shaft and guided it to the puckered hole.
As Bret moved into position, Adam placed his right hand on his holder husband's shoulder. He looked up at Bret with half-lidded, lust filled eyes. At that moment, to Bret, Adam looked so sweet, so pure and yet so filled with lustful desire.
"Take me, husband. Make me yours forever," Adam said in a lust filled whisper. His eyes spoke so many things, but trust and love shone the brightest.
"You are mine; forever," Bret replied, his voice soft and husky. His own eyes burned with love for the beautiful man beneath him. With a swift thrust of his hips, Bret's slick cock slipped into the wet paradise of Adam's puckered hole. Both men let groans pass over their lips, one in pleasure, one in pain. As much as Adam loved to be taken it always hurt first as the white, hot pain rocketed up his spine. Bret bent down and captured Adam's trembling lips with his as he thrust again with his hips.
Adam's hand gripped Bret's shoulder tightly. He thrust his own hips as his left hand gripped the edge of the bed. His mouth was occupied by Bret's invading tongue. When Bret was completely seated, balls deep inside Adam, he paused, not only to let Adam adjust, but the steady himself as well. He wanted their first married mating to last as long as possible.
"Love you," Adam whispered when the kiss broke. He moved his hips to indicate to Bret he was ready to continue.
"Love you," Bret responded as he began to slowly pull back out of Adam's tight heat. He set a pace that wasn't fast and hard, but slow and languid. He loved the noises and faces his younger husband made as their bodies sealed the marriage vows they had taken earlier in the evening.
The married couple was almost elegant in their lovemaking. There was no dirty talk, only sweet words of love passed between them. How swiftly the mood had gone from rough play to tender and gentle. It just seemed to fit the mood better. There was a time for rough and dirty, but consummating their vows was not that time.
It wasn't long before Bret whispered for Adam to stroke himself. He loved to watch his boy work his cock. Adam did as asked, he moved his right hand and wrapped it around his aching cock. His left hand worked his ball sack, his knuckles brushed against Bret's wet shaft as it slid out his tight hole.
As their climaxes grew closer, their bodies broke out in light sheens of sweat. Bret looked at Adam's face, his husband was simply beautiful. Adam's lips were curled back in a smile of pure pleasure as small moans passed over his lips. His eyes were closed, but his lashes fluttered like butterflies as they caressed his skin.
Adam could feel his own climax was close, "Bear... close... gonna cum... soon," he was barely able to speak as both his hands worked his body to eruption. His hand pumped his shaft faster while the other rolled and squeezed at his ball sack.
"Cum for Bear, baby. Let it go. So beautiful when you cum for me," Bret husked out. He was biting back his own eruption. He wanted to feel it when Adam's ass would clench down on his cock, it felt so good and so incredibly tight. He picked up his pace a bit and thrust harder. He made sure to hit his boy's prostrate with every thrust of his hips.
With a final tug, Adam's cock spilled its load of milky fluid. It spilled out over his hand. His whole body constricted with his orgasmic conclusion. Bret's cock seemed to explode, well not literally, but sensation wise. He lot out a rumbling growl of pleasure as his own cum filled Adam, and ran out of the puckered hole.
The Captain first licked Adam's cum covered hand, then he dipped his head back between Adam's thighs and licked his own cum from Adam's hole. He then slid up Adam's heaving body and kissed his boy. Bret's tongue went deep in Adam's mouth. Adam moaned as he tasted the blend of himself and Bret on his tongue. It was one of the most erotic things he'd ever done and one of the best things he'd ever tasted.
The newlyweds laid there. Bret was still on top of his new husband. Adam loved the feeling of Bret's muscular body on top of him, it made him feel so safe and cared for. They shared soft kisses as Adam wrapped his arms and legs around Bret. If he could, he would pull Bret into his body, into his very soul.
"You're mine now. Completely and legally mine," Bret said with a huge grin on his face. He rolled off Adam and pulled him into his arms. Their heads were still at the foot of their bed.
"It feels good. I finally got it right... my god... I am married," Adam spoke in a tone of surprise. He held his left hand up, it hadn't been a dream as the simple silver band and pink diamond flashed on his finger. Shawn had been right, this was reality. He let a few tears of utter happiness slide down the sides of his face.
"Yes, you are very married. Adam Hart, it's very real. Are you... sorry?" Bret asked with a bit of confusion. Was Adam already having second thoughts?
"Bret! Oh God, no, no! I am not sorry. I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life. It's just I never expected to find real love. I think it just hit me. I'll never regret marrying you, ever. I love you, Bear. I didn't mean to scare you," Adam spoke in an apologetic tone. He honestly didn't mean to upset his spouse at all.
Bret let out a sigh, he pulled Adam's naked body even closer, "No, I didn't mean to question you. You know what's funny? I'm glad we had the wedding put on video, because the only thing I remember is you standing in the door of the Chapel, looking like an angel. I'll never regret marrying you either. Best thing I ever did," Bret replied, then gave his husband a passionate kiss.
Adam moaned into the kiss and moved even closer to Bret, they held each other tightly. "We should move the other way around, I need a pillow," Adam finally said with a bit of a laugh.
Bret laughed and agreed. Soon the newlyweds were tucked up properly in their bed. Adam's head rested on Bret's chest. Bret's arms were wrapped around his boy. They were still basking in the remaining glow of their first married sex.
"You know, come to think of it, all I remember is seeing you, waiting for me at the altar. Are we terrible because we don't even remember our own wedding, just a few hours ago?" Adam asked in an almost worried tone. Wasn't getting married something you should remember?
"No. I went through this before," Bret stopped, he didn't want to bring the mood down by thinking about Davy; not now.
"It's okay Bear. Guess you and Davy had the same problem?" Adam asked with a soft kiss to Bret's bare chest.
"Yeah, we didn't remember much, but when we got the pictures, it all came back. Why are talking about this. I think you need a lot more fucking, don't you?" Bret asked with a wicked smirk. They'd made sweet love, now it was time for dirty fucking. He lifted Adam's chin and gave him a rough, passion filled kiss.
Adam totally agreed with his husband. He reached down with his left hand and began to stroke Bret's semi hard shaft. Bret moaned softly and spread his legs a little more so Adam could reach his cock easier. While he stroked his husband's dick, Adam sucked on Bret's nipples until they were rock hard nubs. Bret's fingers tangled in Adam's long locks as his boy pleasured him. It felt so good.
"That's my good boy. Make me feel so good. You like the way my cock feels in your hand? Does it make you feel like a dirty, needy whore? My whore?" Bret growled with a sharp tug on Adam's hair.
Adam whimpered, but he loved it best when Bret got rough and dirty. What made him enjoy it so much was that he totally and completely trusted his new husband. He knew Bret would never really hurt him, ever.
"I'm your whore. Your cock feels so big and wet. I want you to make me dirty again," Adam answered with a lust filled voice. He pulled the covers back and before Bret could even think, Adam impaled himself on Bret's hard shaft.
The physician was still loose and open from before, but it still gave that white-hot, spine tingling heat he loved so much. Adam took a moment to adjust, then he began to move up and down on Bret's cock. It felt so good.
"Touch me, Bear. Please, stroke my cock," Adam whined. He wanted his own release, but he needed his hands to help him keep his balance.
"My little whore needs his cock stroked. You want to feel good? You look so naughty riding my cock," Bret husked out with a teasing chuckle. He reached out and wrapped his hand around Adam's hard shaft.
"Yes, feels so good. I'm your dirty, naughty whore boy," Adam said through a moan of pleasure as he rocked on Bret's cock. His pace was faster as Bret worked his shaft.
Bret let out a low growl, he loved that Adam was learning the "art" of dirty talk. At first his boy was shy about it. Adam said he loved the dirty words, but he could never say them back. Over time, with Bret's help, Adam learned and he kept getting better and better.
"Yes, you are. You're a very naughty boy. Your my beautiful nasty slut. Ride my cock, boy, ride it hard and fast," Bret said gruffly with a spank to Adam's ass.
Adam yelped, oh god, Bret made him feel so good. He would walk across fire for his man. With a thrust of his hips he sped up his movements. His hands rested on Bret's chest, they were held in place by the Captain's arms as he older man's hands worked his cock. Bret pumped and twisted Adam's shaft.
Adam tossed his head back, his long hair tickled Bret's knees. The physician and firefighter continued to make love. This time though, they kept up the hard, rough play, that they both enjoyed. It didn't take long till they both came with yells of pleasure. Adam fell on top of Bret. He gave a hiss when Bret's spent shaft slipped out of his well used hole. Bret wrapped Adam in his arms, and Adam felt like he was in a safe, cocoon of love.
"Our sex was always great, but tonight it's even better. Think it's because we're married now?" Adam asked with a yawn and stretch of his long, lithe body. He was still on top of Bret, wrapped in his husband's arms.
Bret gave a soft laugh, "Yes, I think so. Our souls know now that nothing can separate us, ever. I love you, Adam Hart. By the way, thank you for the Saint Florian's medal, and I loved your note. I could actually read it," He sealed his thanks for the gift with a loving and tender kiss to Adam's lips.
Adam chuckled, "I'm glad you liked it, and could read my doctor's handwriting. I love my name bar too. I can't wait to wear it. Your note made me cry. You have such a wonderful way with words. You should write poetry or novels," Adam replied with another lazy yawn. He slipped off Bret and curled up against his husband, his head back on Bret's chest.
The Captain pulled the covers up around them, with a bit of a scoff, "I'm glad you liked it. The bar was Hunter's idea, but I had thought of it as well. No, I'm no writer, but thanks. What do you want to do tomorrow? Bad thing about the Broadmoor is that it's more of a summer resort. We could drive to a ski resort," Bret said with a yawn of his own. He gently caressed the blond head that rested on his chest.
"You just wanted to play golf. You know what I really want to do? I want to spend the next twelve days right here, in this bed, naked, with you of course. Order room service, make love, watch some TV, make love, take long, hot baths, make love. I think you get the idea," Adam said with a yawn as he curled in deeper against Bret.
"I like those ideas very much. There is one problem, however. I don't want you naked when room service arrives, your body is for my eyes only. But honestly, I'm exhausted, let's get some sleep, my husband," Bret said with a large, growling yawn. He then kissed the top of Adam's blond head.
Bret laughed softly, Adam had never even heard his reply. His boy was already sound asleep. Bret closed his eyes and joined his new husband in the land of dreams.
The next morning Adam was pleasantly awoken when he felt Bret's hot mouth on his cock. What a great way to start their first full day as a married couple. Bret's actions soon led to a full-blown sexual encounter.
As wonderful as staying in bed the entire time sounded, both men knew they would not be able to follow through, they were too active. So after their wake up sex, they showered together. It was the first time Bret washed Adam's hair. In fact it was the first time bathing together. They had saved the experience for when they were married.
They dressed in slacks and warm sweaters. The Hart's looked very handsome as they made their way to the Lake Terrace restaurant. The restaurant was next to Cheyenne Lake. The restaurant only served breakfast and on Sunday's featured a brunch with over one hundred fifty enticing items to choose from. Several ice sculptures adorned the serving tables and live piano music added to the atmosphere.
The newlyweds were given one of the best tables with a fantastic view of the mountains and lake, it was breathtaking. They enjoyed their delicious breakfast and when they finished, the took a stroll around the lake. It was crisp and cold, but their Canadian blood pumped though their veins and kept them warm even though now, a lot of English blood mixed with Bret's Canadian.
They spent the rest of the day curled up in front of the roaring fire in the fireplace of the luxury suite's living room. They read aloud to each other from a book of poetry that Shawn had given Adam for one his birthdays.
That night they did order room service, but they were both fully dressed. Later, they made love again. After all it was their "weddymoon", they were supposed to walk funny.
The next day they made a short trip to the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo. However, because of the winter weather the majority of the animals were in their winter barns and shelters. They did make the drive up to the Will Rogers Shrine.
The Will Rogers Shrine of the Sun over looks the zoo. As they stood on the top deck, the couple were at an elevation of eight thousand, one hundred thirty-six feet. The view was spectacular. Bret relaxed while Adam took the time to take pictures and do a few sketches. It was all too beautiful not to capture an artist's eye.
The following day, Bret took Adam to the American Numismatic Association Money Museum. The collection consisted of two hundred twenty-five thousand numismatic items from the earliest invention of money to the modern-day. Adam loved it. He showed his husband that coins and paper money contained some of the most beautiful artwork in the world, especially in early money. Bret loved Adam's artistic eye in talking about things.
The newlyweds finished the day with a tour of the U.S. Olympic Training Center. It is one of three campuses created for the training of Olympic and Paralympic athletes. They watched as ice skaters were put through their paces. Bret said he thought being a firefighter was hard work, but it was nothing compared to what the young, talented athletes were put through.
On Thursday a light snowfall changed their plans. The couple spent the day shopping in the Broadmoor's many specialty stores. At the Broadmoor Christmas House they bought a beautiful crystal snowflake ornament for their Christmas tree. It would help mark their first married Christmas. Adam got lost at the Accidental Tourist Travel and Book Shop. Bret left his spouse looking at books while he planned a surprise for later that evening.
When Adam got back to their suite, his breath was taken away. Bret had arranged for a "picnic" in front of the fire, complete with a basket full of fried chicken, fresh French bread and a garden salad. They even had a bottle of sparkling white wine. Candles added to the golden glow of the firelight and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air. Bret only had one requirement; Adam stripped out of his clothes.
Only when he was totally naked was he allowed to eat, and then only what Bret fed him with his fingers. It was exciting and extremely seductive. They were both worked up. By the end of the night, Adam had been fucked in every possible position. They slept curled up in front of the fire.
The snowfall ended during the night and much of it was gone by mid-morning. The Hart's were able to make the trip they had planned the day before. Adam did limp that morning, but by the time they got down to their waiting SUV, he had walked out the pain and stiff muscles. They went to one of Adam's favorite places and Bret loved it as well.
Adam smiled when they drove into the one thousand, three hundred sixty-four acre park known as The Garden of the Gods. It was like no other place on earth. The Garden of the Gods is a geological wonder. Ancient sedimentary rocks of deep red, pink and white sandstone, conglomerates and limestones made up the fantastic formations. There was evidence that people had visited the strange rocks since 1330 BC. Many natives such as the Ute, Comanche, Apache, Kiowa, Shoshone, Cheyenne, Pawnee and Lakota held the rocks sacred in their hearts.
Evidence of ancient seas and ancestral mountain ranges, along with alluvial fans, sandy beaches and great fields of sand dunes could be found. Formations such as the huge, upside down, Balanced Rock, The Three Graces and the Kissing Camels offered wonderful photographic opportunities. Cathedral Valley with its spire like formations almost felt, "holy".
Even though it was cold, the newlyweds hiked the easy one mile Siamese Twins Trail. Adam sketched while Bret took pictures of Pikes Peak through the natural "windows" of the rock twins.
Later, they warmed up in the park's gift shop. While there, they purchased a pewter ornament for their Christmas tree of the Park's logo. They also bought one for the Helmsley's, the Reso's, Wade and Adam along with one each for the joint tree at the hospital and Station 51. They also purchased a beautiful coffee table book of photographs of the formations. That night they fell asleep, exhausted, in each others arms. It was the first night they went to sleep with no sex. It gave them a chance to recover.
Friday, December 12 was their last night at the Broadmoor. They both had to be back at work on Monday. They were going home on Saturday morning. It would give them time to settle down before life pulled them back to reality.
The Hart's had finished their room service dinner. Bret had pushed the serving cart to the hallway, they didn't want to be disturbed by a badly timed room service waiter.
By the time Captain Hart got from the room door to the bed, he was naked. Doctor Hart was lying just as naked on bed as he waited for his husband. Bret slid onto the waiting physician.
Adam wrapped his arms around Bret and pulled him in for a deep passionate kiss. Bret pulled back from the kiss. He took his boy's facial expression in to his brain.
Adam's lips were plump, wet and slightly red, his cheeks were dusting with the flush of lust. His normally clear hazel green eyes were as dark as raw emeralds, it was the shade they turned when his boy was filled with desire. Adam was always pretty, but when he was in the height of sexual arousal, he was beautiful, beyond beautiful he was glorious.
Adam smiled at his husband, Bret looked so handsome. A few strands of hair fell across his brow in light curls, his brown eyes were nearly black with want. His lips were deep pink from the kiss, his husband looked; glorious.
"Slow and gentle, I want you slow and gentle. No fucking tonight; tonight we make love," Bret whispered softly. He wanted to savor the last night of their honeymoon. He wanted to take his time, he wanted to kiss and caress every inch of his delicious boy's body; from the top of his blond head to the tips of his toes.
"Yes, oh yes. I want that too, I want to feel you in my very soul. Set me on fire, make me fly, make me soar," Adam spoke in the most lust filled voice Bret had ever heard.
Bret did exactly what he'd set out to do. He began with soft kisses to the top of Adam's head and he didn't stop till nearly an hour later when he kissed the little toe of Adam's left foot. Bret was so aroused from the kisses he was in tears.
When Bret slid back up Adam's kiss stained body, the physician saw the tear in his husband's eyes, "what, Bear?" he asked simply.
Bret smiled, a flush formed over his high cheek bones, "I... love you so much, but sometimes it still overwhelms me. That someone as beautiful as you cold be happy with an old man like me. I'm being silly, I know, but it just fills me with so much emotion."
"You are not old and I'm the lucky one. Shawn always told me, real love is a very powerful emotion, he was right. I love you," Adam replied in a soft tone. He gently thumbed the firefighter's tears away.
Bret knew there was only one thing he could do. If he couldn't find the words he wanted to use to better explain how he felt, he would show him, and show him he did.
The newlyweds went on to spend the next two hours making the most emotional love either man had ever experienced. Adam had never been treated so gently, tenderly and carefully. Bret treated his younger husband like he was the most fragile thing God had ever created. His firefighter trained hands barely touched Adam's lightly bronzed skin, but to Adam it felt like Bret reached inside and caressed his very soul.
Adam had cried a few times after sex, but never during, he couldn't help it; the experience was just that beautiful. It was just as emotional for Bret, he wept as well. Neither of them could explain in, but it didn't matter, it was something they were both going to treasure the rest of their lives. It was the perfect ending to the perfect "weddymoon".
The couple left Colorado Springs with mixed emotions. They were sad to leave the relaxing atmosphere of no cell phones, fires or patients, but they were happy to be going back home to begin their married life together.
On he drive back to Denver, Adam told Bret what Hunter had told him as they danced at the reception. He had wanted to wait to bring it up. He didn't want to spend their honeymoon talking about work.
"... so, what do you think? Think I can do the job?" Adam finished telling his husband about what Hunter had proposed at the reception.
"Of course you can do the job. I do think you're right about taking some business courses, as well as a bit of accounting. I know it has really helped me. To be honest, I think you'll like the challenge," Bret said in a supportive tone. He was proud of Adam and would help him however he could.
"It means I'd have to put off the surgery classes. That's my only problem. I can do simple surgery, but Hunter can do it all. That's what makes him such a great Emergency Department Head. I'd have to have a crack surgeon on call," Adam spoke thoughtfully. He knew he could run the Emergency Department, but sometimes the patient needed immediate surgery and Hunter could follow through.
"The hospital has a great surgical staff, Hunter's skills are just a bonus. Look at Adam Rose, how talented Hunter says he is. Maybe he could be your surgical connection, when he finishes his classes. Groom him toward emergency surgery?" Bret's tone was just as thoughtful as he drove into Denver.
"That's a brilliant idea! Bear, that's why I love you, or one of the reasons, you totally care about my work. If I name Wade as my Assistant, of course Adam would work with us. Let's have them to dinner with Shawn and Hunter and talk about it. I feel a lot better now. I'll check into business courses too, ugh, accounting. You'll have to help me with my homework," Adam said with a laugh. He was truly excited about his possible future at the University of Colorado Hospital.
The newlyweds chatted happily during the drive. Adam was happy and Bret was content. On the way home, they stopped at a Christmas Tree farm. They chose and cut their first tree together. It was a happy moment.
When they pulled into their driveway, the house seemed to smile, its family was home; ready to being their lives together.