Chapter 19: From Here to Eternity

"Frank? You asleep?" Phil whispered into his sleeping husband's ear. Frank stirred and turned over to face Phil, his vision a little blurry because he had fallen asleep in his contact lenses.

"What is it, Hon?" The brunet asked groggily. He could barely make out that Phil's eyes were wide with excitement and mischief.

"I was talking to a couple at the bar this evening while you went to the restroom."

"Yeah…?" Frank responded as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Well, they're here for their anniversary. They're checking out in the morning, but they told me about an amazing and really secluded place here at the resort."

"The whole resort is secluded. That's the point."

"No, no! I mean somewhere on the beach, somewhere for a midnight swim." There was a suggestive tone in Phil's voice that Frank did not miss, but he was still skeptical.

"You're sure we're not walking into some kind of sleazy trap? I can't lose you…" Phil could hear the panic in Franks voice, as evidenced by the tight grip Frank unconsciously had on his T-shirt.

"I don't think two fifty-something lesbians in polo shirts drinking wine coolers would have it out for a couple of gay newlyweds." Phil assured. The grip on his shirt relaxed and Frank chuckled.

"Okay, so you're suggesting we go skinny dipping?"

"I know it sounds a bit juvenile, but you've got to admit, it's not something we'd be able to get away with back home." Phil tugged on Frank's arm, urging him out of bed. "C'mon, put on some swim trunks and let's go."

Phil crawled off the bed and grabbed a couple of beach towels. Frank pulled on his swim trunks, the shorter pair Phil had insisted he pack, since there was little chance of many people seeing him in them.

Even at this late hour there were still guests milling about, some were lazily swimming in the pool, others were socializing in the hot tubs. Frank glanced over his shoulder as Phil pulled him along further from the resort. The lights from the hotel rooms were blinking out one by one with the glow of the deck lights remaining. There was just something so enchanting and relaxing about this place. And little did he know how much more magical it could get.

He faced forward to see his husband guiding them onto a rough path through the mangroves that separated the Mayan Adonis from the neighboring resort. Phil and Frank carefully made their way stepping over roots and ducking under palm fronds until they reached the clearing. The thick grove of trees and vegetation blocked out the lights from the resort, and the only illumination came from the full moon, casting it's glow on the gently rolling waves and the white sandy beach.

"Wow… Phil this is…" Frank was nearly speechless.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Phil supplied as he pulled off his T-shirt and started pulling down his swim trunks.

"Whoa…Hon! You're sure we're not going to get caught? I mean, this place is pretty liberal, but…" Phil silenced his question with a kiss.

"Shh… We're safe" He said quietly as he tucked a windblown tendril of chestnut hair behind Frank's ear. Then the mischievous glint returned to his eyes and he tore himself from Frank's grasp. He finished pulling off his swim trunks and sprinted to the surf.

"Last one ins a rotten egg!" He hollered over his shoulder.

"That's really mature!" Frank yelled back as he shrugged off his shirt and swim trunks to follow Phil. Phil was already waist deep in the warm waters when Frank caught up to him. He came up behind the raven haired man and wrapped his arms around the toned waist. "You're right, this place is amazing." he whispered in Phil's ear as they stared up at the glorious sky above them. Phil shivered from Frank's breath ghosting over his damp skin, this did not go unnoticed.

"Whazza matter? You cold?" It was now Frank's turn to be childish as he allowed the buoyancy of their bodies to work for him and swiftly pulled Phil into his arms bridal-style.

"Frank! What the…? Oh no!" Phil took in a deep breath as Frank plunged them into the water. He came up looking around in the dark water for his partner. "Frank. Frank?" Suddenly Frank surfaced in front of him.

"Warm now?" Frank smirked and he glided closer, embracing Phil once again.

"Could be warmer." Phil wrapped his arms around Frank's neck and leaned in to kiss him. He raised his legs to encircle Frank's waist and Frank lowered his hands to support Phil's bottom. Phil broke the kiss. "Getting warmer." He wrapped his hand around his and Frank's growing erections. "Oh yeah, lots warmer-"

Frank dove in to seal their mouths again. The kiss was heavenly, warm water lapped against them as Phil was doing the most wonderful things with his hand while Frank explored his husband's mouth. Was it possible for one moment to last forever? Could he just freeze time? This wasn't the first time he had wished this, but he had experienced one of the most wonderful weeks of his life. No cares, no worries, no fear, no hate, no vampires, no werewolves. Just love. Surrounded by people who didn't blink when he and Phil walked into a room holding hands, or shift uncomfortably when he sat beside him on a lounge chair and caressed his cheek before leaning in for a kiss. Frank could playfully grab Phil's ass while they danced under the colorful lights at the outdoor bar and the others around them would either pay them no mind or wolf-whistle. This was indeed paradise, and he never wanted to leave.

Lost in his bliss he momentarily forgot where they were until a strong wave made him lose his footing and they both tumbled over in a tangle of limbs and salt water. Frank came up coughing, but was relieved to see Phil's head pop up too.

"Why don't…*hack*… we take this…*gasp*… to the beach?" Phil asked as he tread water.

"Yeah." Frank made a disgusting noise to clear the salt water from his nose and throat and began to swim to shore. Once they made it to where the water was up to their ankles Phil tugged on Frank's hand.

"Now, where were we?"

"Don't you want to be on the blanket?"

"You never saw that scene in From Here To Eternity?" Phil tugged until Frank lost his footing and landed on his backside. Phil straddled him and bent down, his lips barely hovering over Frank's. "Didn't you ever fantasize about making love on the beach?" The point Phil was trying to make was punctuated by a warm wave rolling over their lower bodies just then. Phil took the opportunity to roll his hips. Frank tried not to moan so he could answer, but his voice was gruff.

"Uh… yeah, I guess… but never with Deborah Kerr." Their hearty laughter devolved into moans as their naked bodies vibrated together in just the right way. Frank ran his hands up and down Phil's bare, wet back and drew him closer. Phil placed a hand on either side of Frank's head so he could lick and kiss at those soft, salty lips. His fingers dug into the soft, moist sand, sinking in slightly. Another wave washed over and his hands sank a little deeper. Phil tried not to break their kiss, but he whined a little as he tried to extract his hands. Sensing his dilemma, Frank reached a sand-free hand between them and resumed the stroking of their erections that Phil had started earlier.

"My G-d you're good at that." Phil gasped. He arched his back and locked his elbows to steady himself as he bucked his hips to increase the friction between them.

"Learned from the best." Frank breathed out and smiled up at his love.

"Chochem*" Phil snarked. Frank's hips thrust upward.

"Oh, baby, you're so sexy when you talk Yiddish." Frank increased the friction and the speed of the pumping of their erections, his hand was gliding over their hot, slick skin. Pre-cum and the warm ocean water helped with the slide and Frank made sure to occasionally run the tips of his fingers and thumb over the head of Phil's penis. "I love to hear your voice when we fuck, make love, make out."

Phil's eyes lowered and his voice became huskier, his lips tickled against Frank's as he spoke.

"Oh yeah? Ani ohev otcha." He whispered. "Mikan ve'ad olam*" Frank could hear his husbands voice nearly crack with that last part. He had no idea what Phil had said with that last bit, but he knew the words were meaningful.

Frank's heart filled and he grabbed the jet black curls at the back of Phil's head to crash their mouths together for one of the most breathtaking kisses since… Well, he couldn't recall and he didn't care. Frank poured all the love he had for his husband into this kiss and the warmth in his chest spread throughout his limbs and down the pit of his stomach. Deep down he felt that wonderfully familiar tightening coil of pleasure and he began to lose all control. His occupied hand's pace became quicker and frantic. He could feel Phil's hips bucking to meet Frank's wild pace. The next wave of warm water over their bodies heralded Phil's climax. Hot cum splashed between their bodies, a fiery contrast to the salt water covering them and Frank shivered and convulsed when his orgasm washed over him.

He shouted as he was swept away in such exquisite pleasure. Phil collapsed on top of him and Frank loosely wrapped his arms around him. Frank took in the moment. The only sounds were their harsh, panting breaths, the crashing of waves and the distant nocturnal sounds of the local fauna. His limbs were loose and relaxed, and Phil felt so good in his arms, even if they did have a hot, sticky mess between them, Frank was going no where anytime soon. His bliss was only momentarily interrupted as Phil wrenched his hands, which thanks to the tide had managed to sink in down past his wrists, out of the wet sand to get more comfortable and return Frank's embrace.

"Sorry about the itchy sand." Phil murmured when he was once again comfortably draped over Frank's body.

"S'alright." Frank mumbled back. "So, what was the last part?"

"What last part?" Phil mumbled as he snuggled his face into the crook of Frank's neck. Frank gasped a little as his entire body was already over stimulated.

"The last part, after you said you said you love me in Hebrew." Frank said as he ran a lazy hand up and down the ridges of Phil's spine. He could feel the raven haired man smile against his neck.

"Mikan ye'ad olam? From now and forever."

ooOOoo

Phil woke to the muffled sounds of Frank trying to quietly allow the busboy in with what smelled like breakfast. The raven haired man cracked an eye open and saw the time on the nightstand's clock. Ten o'clock. Part of Phil felt a little guilty that one of their last few days of their honeymoon was off to such a late start. But another part of him couldn't give a fuck after such a wonderful night making love under the stars.

The fun didn't end after they got back to their room. Phil had insisted on showering off every granule of sand that they hadn't managed to rinse off at the resort's outdoor shower. This had resulted in Frank's face and upper body flush to the shower wall and his back arched as Phil had given him a very thorough cleansing in places Frank was sure sand had not managed to reach. But by the same token, it felt so good Frank was not about to stop him, if his moans and swearing were anything to go by.

They had finally crashed into bed about three in the morning and slept solidly and dreamlessly. But Frank, bless his heart, was always one to reciprocate. Whether the brunet had gone to bed with the idea or woke up and decided to surprise Phil with breakfast in bed didn't really matter. Phil smiled to himself and then closed his eyes and played possum so he wouldn't ruin Frank's hopelessly romantic plans.

After Phil heard the suite's door click softly to a close, it was only a matter of seconds before he felt soft, terry cloth covered arms wrap around him and a warm nose nuzzle against his neck.

"Mornin' sunshine." Frank whispered and then began to press light kisses to the back of Phil's neck and shoulder.

"Mmm…Mornin'." Phil returned, "Breakfast smells good, what did you order?"

"Huevos rancheros, fruit and coffee."

"You didn't want to go to the buffet?"

"Nah. We only have two whole days left here. No sightseeing today, I think we have enough souvenirs and gifts for our family that we'll have to buy another suitcase to bring it all back." Frank leaned in a little closer. "I had this wild idea about spending the whole day buck naked here in the room and seeing how many surfaces we can fuck on before we pass out from sheer exhaustion."

Frank could feel Phil smile and the raven haired man turned in his arms.

"I think that's the best wild idea you've had in a while."

"Then you better eat up, you're going to need your energy."

ooOOoo

"Uh, uh. Not yet. Not until I say so." Phil said hotly in Frank's ear. The brunet whimpered as his sweat-soaked fringe stuck to his forehead, but he couldn't reach up to brush them out of the way. They were now at round… four? G-d bless the endurance of youth. It was nearly sunset, and Frank was leaning over the back of their suite's stylish sofa.

His legs were splayed apart and at this point Phil had been finger-fucking him for the last thirty minutes. Frank could feel sweat and the lubricant rolling down the inside of his legs and he locked his jaw and took in slow breaths to steady himself. Phil was using one hand to keep Frank's wrists secured at the small of his back, and the other hand, with three fingers coated in the tingling lubricant, pumped in and out of Frank, sometimes massaging, sometimes just barely glancing Frank's prostate.

Phil knew Frank was ready to come, had been for some time. Pre-come dribbled from his own full and heavy cock, and he knew that he wasn't going to last any time at all once he entered Frank. And Frank allowing him to hold him down like this was both arousing and reassuring that Frank was getting more and more comfortable with their new-found sex life. He'd made Frank promise to use their safe word, but he'd yet to utter it. Feeling bold and willing to push Frank's limits, Phil leaned forward and nibbled the tender skin between his neck and shoulder. Softly at first, but gradually adding more pressure until Frank's salty and slick skin was between his teeth. Frank sucked in his breath and keened.

Phil worried he'd finally pushed Frank too far, but he was delighted to hear Frank begin to beg.

"Phil… ahhh… Damn it! Please, plea… ah… St-sstop tea… teasing. Fuck me! Fuck me now." He nearly sobbed out those last words. Phil could have come then and there at the wanton pleas coming from his husband.

He released Frank's wrists and Frank immediately used his freed hands to clutch the back of the sofa. He arched his back more, readying himself for Phil's entry.

"You still can't come until I say so." Phil said thickly. He aligned himself at Frank's entrance and as he began to enter, Frank forced his body back to take Phil in.

"Damn it Frank!" Phil cried out. He grasped the brunet's hips to regain some control and pushed until his entire length filled Frank's body. He leaned forward again and laved his tongue on that spot he'd had between his teeth moments before. Frank's breath hitched in anticipation, as if he was wanting Phil to bite him there again.

"Go ahead baby, come for me…" and with that Phil bit down on Frank's skin, hard. He held on and rocked his pelvis forward and back as Frank cried out. He felt Frank's body shudder so hard and his inner walls clamped down on Phil as sweet release finally came, long and hard. Phil began to feel is own body lose control as the tightness and spasms of Frank's body sent him reeling, and his own orgasm was milked from him, filling Frank, causing the heat from his cum to make his husband cry out again. Phil released Frank's shoulder and rested his head between the other's shoulder blades, panting and nearly growling as he finished riding out his orgasm.

Frank finally laid his head on the back of the sofa, dark spots danced around the edges of his vision. He felt like his body was made of lead as he relaxed into the cushions, regardless of the awkward position he was in. Frank felt puffs of warm air on his back where Phil was getting his own breathing back under control. Phil wrapped his arms around Frank's torso and led them gently down to one side to spoon on the amply sized sofa. He placed feathery light kisses on the back of Frank's neck and shoulders, giving the bite mark on his shoulder special attention.

"Sorry about that." He whispered.

"What for? Felt good." Frank rasped, his voice wrecked.

"You know…"

"But it was you doing it. I know you'd never hurt me. Given a little more time, I think I could develop a kink for it." Frank smirked. Phil chuckled and squeezed Frank closer to him. Frank yawned and as they both began to dose off the last thing Phil heard was Frank murmur, "I know I'm safe with you."

ooOOoo

Author's Note:

Lawd! Lawd! Lawdy! I know it's taken me forever to bang out this chapter. I was going to add a little Amy and Biff drama, but I thought the newlyweds deserved another smutty chapter before they headed home.

Next chapter, we're back to home sweet home Bayport.

*Chochem: Yiddish for "wise guy"

*Mikan ve'ad olam: Hebrew for "from now and forever."