AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Okay, kids, a little housekeeping. I don't know why I waited so long to start posting this story. I have several chapters 'in the can,' as my dear sister likes to say. So in the interest of trying to get caught up with Errors, I will switch to an every week posting schedule for the time being.
Miss Liz, thank you for the dusting, espeically as I know how tight is your schedule and limited your time. Miss Maureen, this comes to you with all the warmth and love I can send.
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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 characters from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just take them out and play with them.
Chapter 2: A Taste of Things to Come
Nasir sat at home that Monday all day without anything to do, and hated every minute of it. He walked into and back out of the office countless times. When he worked for his father he could do much work from home. His days were busy and his mind occupied while Emmett was at work. Nasir was suddenly filled with trepidation. What was this new job, the job that he essentially started tomorrow, going to be like? He had stressed all along that his home was in Seattle and there would be times when he would need to work from home. Any schedule, day or night, could be accomodated, but he could not spend every day in his New York office when he was not abroad. And how often would he need to go abroad? It was hard to tell yet. Nasir imagined that would be a thing that fluctuated depending on what irons were in the fire. He would just have to figure out how to make it work. Although admittedly this was his dream job, the reason he took it was to enable him to stay with Emmett. Nasir would be damned if he would let this new job then keep him from Emmett. If only Emmett's job could be more flexible. If Emmett could come with him when he was in New York, then everything would be perfect. As perfect as it could be without Garrett and Seth.
Nasir walked around and around the condo. He sat out on the balcony for a long while just watching and listening to the city. He laid on the living room floor and repeatedly threw his racquetball up in the air, then caught it. He changed his clothes a dozen times. Nasir eyed himself in the mirror as he tried on Emmett's gray, fleece, unlined shorts for the third time. The ones that were big on him and hung off his hips. The ones Emmett loved on him, but never remained on more than a fleeting moment. It brought a smile to Nasir's face as he thought about Emmett coming home. He watched his bulge in the shorts become more pronounced as he thought about what he wanted to do to Emmett at that time. Should he wait on the sofa, naked? Should he attack Emmett right at the door? The shorts became tented as he thought about his options.
Packing, of course, was something to do. That took all of twenty minutes. Nasir made the bed and that occupied him for another five. He laid out the clothes he would wear that night on the plane: a dress shirt and suit jacket with jeans and sandals. The thought of how much Emmett liked to see him dressed like that brought a smile to his face. Nasir's only other distraction all day came in the form of a mid morning phone call from Seth wanting more details for the caterers on the proper preparation of majboos. Nasir, of course, had never once made it himself, but gave every detail he knew.
The hours continued to pass, each slow second at a time. Nasir nearly got in the shower twice, but remembered how it turned Emmett on when he didn't. The thought of how much Emmett would smell like a boy with his sex cooped up in his underwear all day gave Nasir wood again. In the end, he decided to wait on the sofa. Emmett cleared the door at five twenty five every day like clockwork. Nasir was ready. He heard Emmett's key in the lock right on time.
"I'm home, Babe," Emmett called from the doorway. "Nasi?" Emmett called again. He stopped in his tracks as he came around the corner into the living room and caught sight of the smiling naked Arab sprawled on the sofa, holding up his erection. "Oh, fuck!" Emmett rushed to the sofa and fell to his knees.
"Welcome home, Habibi," Nasir greeted his lover with a leering grin.
"I'll say," Emmett ran his hands up the darkly furry thighs. Nasir let go of his hard cock as Emmett grasped it. Nasir watched Emmett lick his lips as the still dressed man gave him a slow stroke.
"I need this down my throat now," Emmett leaned forward and went down on his lover. Nasir gasped as he felt Emmett's mouth close around him.
"Yuh!" Nasir's every nine inches slid down his lover's talented throat. Nasir grabbed Emmett's head to hold him in place even as Emmett's lips were already pressed into his trimmed pubes. "Hoh!" Nasir let his head drop back as Emmett's tongue began to move against his sensitive cum tube. He reached for Emmett's shoulders and began to tug at the dress shirt he had picked out for his partner that very morning.
"Get those clothes off!" Nasir commanded. Emmett began to unbutton his shirt and was rewarded with another loud moan from his lover as he swallowed around the long Arab bone in his throat.
Close to two hours later, Emmett sat with Seth out on the broad terrace of Penthouse 15A when Garrett returned home for the second time that day. Emmett wore a tank top and board shorts, much as he had the day before. Seth wore a denim vest cut in a low scoop that displayed much of his smooth brown chest even buttoned up, and leather shorts that left anyone who knew him well to wonder how he managed to pack The King into them. They sat to a cold beer and jabbered about everything under the sun.
"There are my boys," Garrett walked out in loose gym shorts and matching tank top. His hair was yet wet from the shower. He bent to give each of them a kiss on the lips, starting naturally with his husband.
"Hey, Garrett," Emmett tilted his head up to receive Garrett's kiss. "Where's Nasi?"
"Nasir is changing, as I am about to do," Garrett answered.
"And I'll be right back," Emmett started to get up.
"Sit your ass down," Seth commanded and put a foot on Emmett's thigh. He let his hand wander up into the back of his husband's loose gym shorts as Garrett stood between them, and was delighted to find that Garrett wore nothing beneath. "How was racquetball?"
"I kicked Nasir's ass," Garrett stated.
"You did, Honey?" Seth was proud.
"He was slow and not in top form. It seems someone, who I shall not name, sucked him off right before we headed to the club," Garrett informed.
"Oh, yeah," Seth played. "I probably shouldn't have done that."
Emmett and Garrett both chuckled.
"Seriously, Mary, can't you keep your mouth off your man for one day?" Seth chastised.
"Why would I?" Emmett wondered with spread hands. "He's leaving tonight for the whole week. Honestly, Seth, I see your lips moving, but it's like you're not even speaking English!"
"I thought you had a familiar Arab smell on your breath," Seth commented casually.
"I'll just go change and get us some fresh beers. Nasir will be up in a moment," Garrett patted both of them on the shoulder and headed back into the house.
"Hmm. I'll be right back," Seth took his foot down off of Emmett and started to get up himself.
"Sit your ass down," Emmett put a big hand on Seth's shoulder and pushed him gently back into his chair.
"Pardon me, but unlike you, I have not sucked my husband off yet today, and right now I would very much like to do that very thing," Seth stated.
"Like that time you did exactly that with Garrett's parents here?" Emmett reminded with a grin.
"Oh, yeah! I forgot about that. I would very much like to do that again," Seth remembered.
"You'll get your chance soon enough. They said they were coming, right?" Emmett asked.
"They did," Seth confirmed.
"I'm so glad. Nasi really wants to meet Garrett's dad. We owe him so much," Emmett relayed.
"They're good people. That's for sure. I can't wait to see your family again. I love your grandma. And of course I love to tease your brother," Seth expressed. "I wonder if we can get him to bring his fireman uniform. And then take it off, real slow."
"Ha! You be sure to ask him to do that!" Emmett laughed.
"You know. It's important for the grooms to have a day, or part of a day, to relax right before the ceremony," Seth thought out loud. "I'm going to have to arrage a trip to a steam room or some such thing for you two, and all your groomsmen with you, naturally. And Jasper too. We want to be sure to include him in everything Edward does."
"Right, I agree. What about Zack and Leo?" Emmett asked.
"Sure, why not? If they would like to come, the more the merrier," Seth agreed.
"I am trying to imagine the circumstances under which my brother would sit and take a naked steam with eight gay men," Emmett spoke with wonder.
"I bet Justin would," Seth stated. "He'd protest and carry on the whole time, but he would do it."
"Carson is not Justin," Emmett made the distinction.
"We'll just have to work on him," Seth gave an affirming nod.
Garrett and Nasir walked out onto the terrace together. Nasir wore one of Emmett's white tee shirts with a deep V that displayed his hairy chest and denim shorts. Garrett had changed into a polo shirt and white tennis shorts that, Seth was only too happy to note, he wore nothing beneath. They each had two beer bottles in hand. Nasir served Seth his Heineken.
"I picked this up especially for you, Emmett. It's only available this time of year, I'm afraid, but I'd love for you try it and tell me what you think," Garrett handed Emmett a cold bottle.
"Oh, Sam Adams Octoberfest," Emmett read the bottle and took a swig. "Say, not bad. If I can't find Spaten. What do you think, Babe? Did you try it?"
"I like it," Nasir agreed.
"They spelled it wrong," Emmett looked more carefully at the bottle.
"Spelled what wrong?" Seth bit.
"October in German is spelled with a K, not a C," Emmett informed.
"This is America. Embrace the new world, ya kraut," Seth teased.
"Hey, Nasi, did Garrett beat you?" Emmett took his partner's hand.
"He very much did. I was not on my game today," Nasir confirmed.
"That's my fault, Babe," Emmett stuck out his lower lip in a pout.
Nasir laughed at him. "Beat Garrett at racquetball or play with you. Such a hard choice to make," he scoffed.
"It was very hard," Emmett ran a finger down over Nasir's crotch.
"Doorbell," Seth announced and jumped up from the table.
"Ah, that will be Juan and Carla with our dinner," Garrett gestured with his bottle. Garrett, Emmett and Nasir followed Seth into the house.
"Evening Mr. Seth, Mr. Garrett," Carla walked into the penthouse first. Juan followed behind her pushing their four wheeled cart, laden with covered silver trays.
"Carla, Juan," Garrett and Seth both gave them each a kiss on the cheek.
"Mr. Emmett, Mr. Nasir," Juan smiled at the taller men.
"Hey, Juan. Hi, Carla," Emmett waved.
Garrett had told them that this was a strictly casual affair to try their samples. It was no more than a meeting or consultation so neither Carla nor Juan were in uniform. The stocky lesbian wore a basketball jersey over a plain tee shirt and jeans. Her dark hair was cut in a US Marine Corps flat topped fade and as such, was much shorter than any of the men. Juan wore snug jeans and a hoodie with the hood down and the arms scrunched up. He wore nothing under the hoodie as the zipper only half way up made clear.
"We'll just get this all plated up nice for you guys and have it out in just a few minutes, if you guys are ready now," Carla took charge.
"Any time," Garrett smiled.
"Then you men make yourselves comfortable in the dinning room," Carla bid and followed Juan toward the kitchen.
"Take your time," Garrett called after her. "Who would like a glass of wine?"
"I'll stick with beer," Emmett held up his bottle.
"I think I might switch to scotch," Nasir headed for the bar.
"I'll have a glass of wine with you, Honey," Seth put his arms around his husband.
"Thank you, Sweetness," Garrett kissed the top of Seth's head and stepped out of his partner's embrace to also head for the bar. Nasir put cubes into a tumbler and poured himself a generous glass of his beloved Laphroaig while Garrett extracted from the bar fridge a bottle of Hogue Genesis riesling from Eastern Washington, and pulled the cork. Garrett handed his husband a glass of wine and they all moved into the formal dinning room. No one took the head of the grand table. The couples sat side by side, Emmett across from Seth and Nasir across from Garrett.
"Okay, gentlemen," Carla emerged from the kitchen with platter in hand. "We're gonna start with things that don't need to be warm, if that's okay," she set down the hummus between them. Juan followed with the moutabal and then returned promptly to the kitchen. Each platter was very attractively plated with little cut triangles of flat breads arranged around the edges. Each had generous amounts of extra virgin olive oil on the top. The moutabal was garnished with parsley and the hummus with lemon juice and cumin.
"This looks really good," Emmett endorsed.
"That will be fine, Carla," Garrett answered her question. Nasir did not hesitate to grab a pita triangle and dip into the moutabal.
"Mmm," Nasir chewed. "Allah!"
"Okay, if he likes it, I know I got this one right," Carla watched with hands on her hips as the others tried it as well.
"I think I like the hummus the best," Emmett considered.
"You see now what I mean about Arabic food not lending itself to being served individually?" Nasir asked as he scooped more of the eggplant. "This is how we eat. I mean, we sit on the floor, but in a circle around and we all eat from the same plates."
"I see what you mean. This is so pretty the way it comes out," Emmett agreed. "Can we have like a platter like this, only maybe even bigger for each table?"
"I can do that," Carla assured. Juan emerged from the kitchen again with two bowls which he placed on the table. One contained tabouleh, and the other German cucumber salad.
"Did we have tabouleh when we were there?" Seth wondered aloud. "I like it."
"I do too," Emmett agreed. "Could use a bit more lemon maybe."
"No," Nasir shook his head. "It is just right."
"The gurkensalat is just right," Emmett stated.
"I am having dates imported directly from the Emirates as you specified, Mr. Seth," Carla informed.
"You are?" Nasir did not know that and was most impressed.
"They're not here yet, or I would have some of them for you to try too," Carla finished.
"I'm sure we all remember how good those fresh little dates are," Garrett smiled at the memory.
"And we'll get them pitted if it takes us all night," Carla pledged.
"I have never had a pitted date before," Nasir realized.
"Sure you have. You just pitted them in your mouth!" Seth pointed out.
"I guess you have a point, Sethy. I have never eaten a pit," Nasir agreed.
"Did you want me to have a go at the strong coffee?" Carla asked.
"I'm sure we trust you to make strong coffee," Garrett answered.
"If it is not just right, no one will know it but me anyway," Nasir gave a shrug.
"We've all had it," Emmett pointed out.
"If it is not exactly right, I will tell you that you do not recall correctly, so you will not stress on a day that is so important to us," Nasir looked into his partner's eyes. Emmett's state of mind was far more important to Nasir than their coffee.
"I love you," Emmett took Nasir's hand.
"I love you too," Nasir smiled.
"Okay, boys, we ready for the meats?" Carla asked.
"I am always ready for meat," Emmett answered. Carla headed back into the kitchen.
"Seems to me you've had plenty of meat today," Seth quipped.
"Not the kind Carla is talking about," Emmett gave a grin. Carla and Juan returned again with platters of weinerschnitzel, garnished with parsley and slices of lemon, and jägerschnitzel piled with a chunky red wine mushroom sauce on top. Both schnitzels were done to a perfect crisp at the edges.
"Oh, this looks perfect," Emmett assessed.
"It looks very good," Nasir endorsed.
"We're gonna need more lemon for the weinerschnitzel, Carla," Emmett looked up at her.
"It was cooked with lemon," Carla stated.
"All the Hessians at this event are going to want lots more lemon. You'll need a couple hundred wedges, I'm sure," Emmett informed.
"I'll cut some up right quick," Carla dashed back into the kitchen.
"At what point is too much lemon enough, Mary?" Seth asked.
"When I find it, I'll let you know," Emmett was dry. Juan brought out a plate of kibbeh and a small bowl of tahini. He followed this with bowls of spätzle and red cabbage.
"Those look really good. What is that?" Seth pointed at the small bowl of pale paste.
"Tahini," Nasir answered.
"But what is it?" Seth queried further.
"Ground up sesame seeds. Dip your kibbeh in it. It is very good. I love it that way," Nasir expressed. Carla returned with individual plates and a bowl full of lemon wedges.
"Okay, guys," Emmett picked up several pieces of lemon and doused the weinerschnitzel while Carla set out their plates. Emmett cut both the schnitzels four ways and served each of them.
"Oh, that is very lemony," Garrett commented after he tried it.
"Just right," Emmett declared.
"It is quite good that way. It does compliment the schnitzel very well," Garrett added.
"My favorite is the mushroom one," Nasir informed. "I love mushrooms. We don't have them in my country. I am so glad you Americans invented them. I mean discovered them," he amended when Seth laughed at him.
"I'm not sure we can take the credit for discovering them," Garrett took another bite, "but I like them too."
"How are we doing so far, gentlemen?" Carla asked.
"We defer to the experts," Garrett gestured across the table.
"Every German dish I've tried is perfect," Emmett gave his approval.
"Everything is excellent," Nasir agreed.
"I have two more things for you to try. I saved these for last, because these are the ones we especially want to get right," Carla turned toward the kitchen. "Juan, are we ready?"
"Ready," he called back.
"Here we go," Carla walked into the kitchen and immediately returned with a bowl of potato salad and a serving spoon. It was warm with visible crumbles of crisp bacon. "I am most anxious for you to try this, Mr. Emmett," she placed a heaping spoonful on his plate. And watched carefully while he took a bite. It tasted strongly of vinegar and the bacon. Everyone watched as Emmett raised his eyebrows and passed judgment.
"You know, this is very like my mother's," Emmett nodded. "It's really good."
"Yay! Success, Carla. Gimme some," Seth bid. Carla served Seth and Garrett a big spoonful and was about to do the same for Nasir.
"No, no. Nothing with pork for him," Emmett stopped her.
"Oh! Sorry, Mr. Nasir. Of course," Carla set the bowl down on the table nearest Emmett.
"Please do not apologize," Nasir smiled.
"It does make me think of your mom's, Emmy," Seth commented.
"Alright, men, are you ready for the grand finalé?" Carla asked.
"What is it?" Emmett asked.
"Here it comes. Ready, Juan?" Carla called. In answer Juan emerged with a platter laden with food.
"Majboos!" Nasir exclaimed as Juan placed the dish on the table. Browned pieces of boneless chicken breast and thigh lay atop a mound of rice that had been cooked in, and colored by, the chicken stock. Dates, raisins, almond slices, whole cashews, pine nuts and rings of onion littered the entire dish.
"I see again what you mean, Nasir. That is most attractive," Garrett complimented.
"Look at all the fruit," Seth pointed out.
"This house was full of fruit before we got here," Carla quipped. "Oh, you mean the dates and raisins?" she asked while the men laughed. "These dates came from Whole Foods, but I figured as ingredients, it wouldn't matter."
"You're so much fun, Carla," Seth expressed while Nasir helped himself to a piece of chicken with the large serving spoon provided. Rice and everything else came with it.
"We typically just eat with our hands, but as we are among civilized company," Nasir cut a piece with his fork and took a bite. Everyone watched him. Nasir raised his eyebrows and nodded as he considered. If he knew more about the preparation, perhaps he could have helped them get the spices right. This one was a miss, but as it was, it was a near miss. It was still good and Nasir decided that, as only he would ever know, the effort was more important than the actual authenticity. "It is very good," he announced as he cut another piece and fed it to Emmett.
"Mmm," Emmett chewed. "Yeah, that is good."
"Gimme some. I want a thigh. I'm a thigh man," Seth stated as Nasir picked up the spoon to serve the others.
"Yes you are," Garrett smiled.
"Breast for you, Garrett?" Nasir knew his friend well.
"I'm a thigh man myself, but I'll have a breast of the chicken, if you please," Garrett confirmed. Seth reached for his husband's hand and pulled it into his lap. Garrett gave his little husband's dark thigh an appreciative squeeze before pulling back his hand to continue eating.
"I like this," Seth endorsed after his first bite.
"Carla, everything is really great. We're gonna have such a great reception," Emmett took his partner's hand as he spoke to her.
"I'm so glad, guys," Carla smiled with pride. "I can't wait to see it."
"You two can wrap up and go whenever you're ready, Carla," Garrett instructed.
"You don't want us to wait and clean up?" Carla asked.
"We can clean up. There's so much food here, we'll never be able to eat it all anyway," Garrett gestured to the many plates before them. "We'll put it away when were done."
"Okay," Carla nodded. "But we'll clean up the kitchen before we go," she headed back into the kitchen. There was little mess made and they were ready to go in less than fifteen minutes.
"I'll see you out," Garrett rose when Carla, Juan and cart emerged from the kitchen.
"Night, gentlemen. We'll see you next at the rehearsal dinner, right?" Carla asked.
"Right you are," Seth confirmed.
"Thanks again, Carla," Emmett waved.
"Have a good night, guys," Juan smiled.
"Night, Juan," Emmett gave a nod.
Garrett walked out to the entry hall and opened the left of the front doors. He subtly removed two fifties from his pocket. "Excellent job, both of you. Thank you," Garrett kissed first Carla on the cheek and then Juan. He stuck a bill in their pocket as he did so. This was not unexpected for them. It was certainly not the first time he had done this and would not be the last.
"Thank you, Mr. Garrett," Carla was grateful.
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Garrett," Juan smiled.
"My pleasure," Garrett patted Juan on the back and shut the door behind them. He returned then promptly to the table. "What excellent examples of foods representing both your backgrounds," Garrett resumed his seat.
"Yeah, you did a great job on this menu, Sweetie," Emmett agreed.
"I like it all," Nasir agreed.
"Except the potato salad," Emmett noted.
"I like the potato salad for you and your family," Nasir stated. "Our family, I mean."
"That's right, Babe. They're your family too," Emmett put his arm around Nasir and pulled him close.
"Help me clean up, Emmy. You big, strong, hunky tops go relax and wait for us," Seth bid as he rose.
"We can help, Sweetness," Garrett protested.
"You can get yourself a martini and put your feet up," Seth commanded.
"As you wish," Garrett stepped up to his husband and took hold of the back of Seth's head. He gave Seth a soft kiss on the top of his forehead right at his hairline.
"Come here, Emira," Nasir took hold of Seth as quickly as Garrett let him go and kissed him just the same.
"Hey, don't I get any kisses?" Emmett protested.
"You can have so much more than just a kiss," Nasir pressed himself to Emmett, ran his hands down his partner's back to take two handfuls of Emmett's butt and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.
"Thank you," Emmett smiled. He crooked a finger at Garrett as Nasir stepped back. "Next."
"All I can offer is a kiss. Am I required to grab your ass too?" Garrett asked as he walked over to Emmett.
"Yes!" Seth found that very amusing. Garrett stepped up to Emmett, reached around to grab hold of the bigger man's glutes and leaned up to kiss Emmett on the lips.
"Oh, that was nice, Garrett," Emmett gave his dimpled smile.
"Come, Nasir, before I get into any more trouble," Garrett took hold of his best friend's arm and together they walked out into the living room.
"If you're done molesting my husband, Mary," Seth teased. He picked up two platters and headed for his kitchen.
"I just stood here. That was your idea!" Emmett defended himself. He picked up more plates and followed. Emmett knew where containers were stored and set about filling them with the left over food.
"I know you're gonna miss him, Emmy, and you know we're here if you need us," Seth offered as he rinsed dishes and transferred them to the dishwasher.
"I know that, Seth," Emmett assured.
"This won't be any different than any of his other business trips. We'll do stuff together. Especially when Garrett goes to New York later in the week. Hey, let's have a sleepover!" Seth had a great idea.
"Okay, we'll do that," Emmett smiled. He didn't know what he would do without Seth.
Their men waited in the spacious living room. Nasir sat in a comfortable upholstered chair and Garrett sat nearby on a sofa. They sipped scotch and vodka.
"We're agreed then. I'll text you when I get in and leave a key for you at the desk. You just move over whenever you're ready and we'll fly home together," Garrett summarized.
"It will be fun, I think," Nasir nodded. "And let's do try to have a dinner or something with Jasper while we are there. It would be nice to get to know him a little better. He seems nice and he is important to Edward."
"I'll have Seth give him a call," Garrett stated.
"Give who a call?" Seth asked as he and Emmett walked into the middle of the conversation. "Jasper?"
"Of course you know who we were talking about," Garrett smiled.
"I'm sure he would love to meet up with you guys," Seth seated himself in Nasir's lap. "We had a good time with him when we did dinner with him last month. Will you take him to Adour again?"
"That is one of my favorite restaurants in the city," Garrett commented.
"I'd sit on your lap, Garrett, but I don't want to crush you," Emmett smiled.
"I shouldn't like any broken bones," Garrett advised.
"How about this?" Emmett sat on the sofa, kicked off his sandals, and then turned to stretch out on his back with his head in Garrett's lap.
"That's just fine," Garrett let his hand rest on Emmett's massive chest.
"So you two behave in New York. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Seth bid.
"I don't think they'd do half the things you would do," Emmett quipped.
"Har de har," Seth casually took Nasir's tumbler of scotch out of his hand and took a sip. And was immediately sorry. "Jesus Christ! This tastes like shit!"
"What?" Emmett looked over. "His scotch?"
"It's an acquired taste," Nasir admitted. "Laphroaig is pretty smokey."
"Smokey! It's like sucking on a cinder! It's really horrible. I can't believe I've never tasted it before now," Seth shook his head. "And I wish I hadn't."
"My father likes it too, if you remember," Garrett pointed out.
"Leaves more for them," Seth made a face.
"They set the barrels on fire before they age the scotch in them," Nasir informed.
"Sounds like a tragic accident to me. Wuh," Seth gave a shudder.
Nasir took a gulp of his scotch and licked his lips with a satisfied sigh. "Kiss me," he inclined his head toward the smaller man on his lap.
"Yuk. Get your scotchy lips away from me," Seth turned his head. Nasir set his tinkling tumbler down on the small table between his chair and the sofa. He then had two hands free to handle Seth.
"I am going to miss you so much, Emira. Give me a little kiss," Nasir wrapped his arms around Seth tried to kiss him. He was mindful of what he knew of Seth's past and did not use his strength against Seth to try to force him. Nasir took care to make sure it felt like the game it was.
"No! Emmy, your man is molesting me!" Seth cried as he squirmed in Nasir's lap and tried to hide his face.
"You asked for it. I'm not a huge fan of that scotch either, but try to imagine how good it makes his cum taste," Emmett commented from his comfortable position on the sofa with his head in Seth's husband's lap.
"That's why your breath always smells like that," Seth continued to hide his face.
"Perhaps you should not wiggle your cute little butt in my lap so," Nasir warned.
"Uh, oh," Seth held still.
"Maybe I should molest Garrett while I'm over here," Emmett put a hand on Garrett's bare knee. "I wonder how easy it would be to get my hand up these shorts?"
"Find out and you'll lose that hand!" Seth warned. Nasir let go of Seth and just relaxed into the chair with the smaller man still on his lap. He picked up his scotch and drained the glass with another sigh.
"You do not know what you are missing," Nasir smiled and swirled his now bare ice cubes in his glass.
"I'll take Emmy's word for it," Seth assured.
"Are you sure? There is plenty," Nasir teased.
"Oh, no. Arab cock is all mine," Emmett stated.
Seth snickered. "All of them, or any one in particular?"
"Just the one you're rubbing your narrow little ass on," Emmett pointed. Seth then proceeded to do just that.
"You don't mind if I make myself comfortable, do you, Nasir?" Seth very deliberately moved around in Nasir's lap.
"Not at all," Nasir agreed.
"Perhaps we should switch, Nasir," Garrett suggested.
"Good idea," Nasir hooked an arm under Seth's knees and held him while he stood up from his chair. Emmett sat up to allow Garrett to get up. Garrett seated himself in the chair Nasir had just abandoned and Nasir gently placed Seth in his lap. Nasir then took Garrett's place on the sofa and Emmett laid his head in Nasir's lap with a smile. Nasir ran his fingers through Emmett's hair and his other hand over the broad chest with far more appreciation than Garrett had.
"Mmm. There we are," Garrett wrapped his arms around his husband. Seth settled back against Garrett with a comfort and ease that only his partner could elicit. Seth sat on Nasir and Edward and especially Emmett countless times, but while that was always nice, Seth was struck in this moment of how right Garrett felt in his very soul. Seth held the arms that held him and felt content, safe, loved and most importantly, at home. Garrett closed his eyes and rubbed his face into the back of Seth's head. He was certain that no human being in the history of the world had ever cherished another as much as he did Seth.
Emmett looked up into his partner's eyes and found Nasir smiling down at him. Gentle fingers massaged his scalp and caressed his chest. Love poured out of every fiber of Nasir's being and Emmett felt and returned every bit of it. Love and longing were more than clear to Nasir in the crystal blue eyes. Nasir found it suddenly hard contemplate so many nights without Emmett by his side. This big, beautiful, gentle man was the source of Nasir's life and he felt New York would be a dark and airless place without him.
Both couples sat in silence, content to just love each other for a few minutes. With great subtlety, Nasir glanced at his watch. Normal men would not have noticed.
"What time is your flight, Nasir?" Seth asked.
"Eleven forty," Nasir answered.
"We should get going," Emmett sat up. All four men rose. Seth alone noticed that the unrestrained cock in Garrett's tennis shorts hung just a little heavier as it moved within. He put his arm around Emmett as he and Garrett walked their best friends to the door.
"I love you, Emmy," Seth stopped and wrapped his arms around Emmett. "And I'm right upstairs."
"I love you too, Seth. Thank you," Emmett held the small Native man to him.
"Nasir, I'll see you at the St. Regis," Garrett gave the tall Arab a hug. "We'll see what kind of trouble we can get into."
"I look forward to it, Garrett," Nasir smiled as he rubbed his best friend's back.
"Uh, oh, Sweetie," Emmett spoke in a mock wary tone.
"Please, they'll probably just find a fine cigar lounge," Seth dismissed.
"I am not my father," Garrett protested. "Yet."
"C'mere," Seth reached up and Emmett happily bent to kiss Seth on the lips. Both embracing pairs then switched.
"I love you, Nasir," Seth reached for him.
"I love you too, Sethy," Nasir held the little man just as Emmett had.
"Emmett, as Seth said, we're right upstairs. Use your key and come and go as you need," Garrett hugged the bigger man.
"Thanks, Garrett," Emmett closed his eyes and held Seth's husband tightly. "I'll try not to pester you guys too much."
"You never pester," Garrett assured. Emmett and Nasir gave Garrett and Seth a kiss and then headed out the door. Nasir took Emmett's hand even before he reached for the elevator call button. Seth and Garrett waited in their doorway arm in arm for the elevator to arrive. Once it did both couples gave each other a wave before the lift closed Emmett and Nasir in.
"I hope this job in New York isn't going to be a problem," Seth mused with furrowed brow.
"How do you mean, Sweetness?" Garrett asked as he shut and locked their door.
"I hope he isn't gone, like, all the time. That would be so hard on Emmy," Seth shook is head. He suddenly did not have a good feeling.
"Well, we will always be here to lend whatever support he may need when Nasir is gone," Garrett put his hands on Seth's shoulders.
"You don't mind, Honey?" Seth looked up at his husband.
"Seth," Garrett took very gentle hold of Seth's chin, "I accepted Emmett into my life because he was and is important to you. Now I love him like a brother. I will never mind."
"Even if he comes and sleeps with us?" Seth tried very hard to keep the smile from his lips.
Garrett took a deep breath. "There are some things, Seth, on which I will not budge," he was firm. "This is one of them," Garrett paused for dramatic effect. "Emmett can't have the middle."
"Ha! Good. I need to be next to you," Seth wrapped his arms around his husband.
"I need to be next to you," Garrett held his mate.
"Say, I really like these shorts on you," Seth pulled back enough to grab his lover's cock through the thin material. "And I want this in my mouth now."
"I could not help but notice your little leather shorts when I came home, Mr. Clearwater. You know what the smell of your nuts, after you've kept them cooped up in leather, does to me. What if I want you in my mouth?" Garrett countered.
"I think I might have a solution that will solve both our desires at once," Seth enjoyed fondling his lover's growing manhood in his shorts.
"Oh you have?" Garrett played coy.
"I'm very clever," Seth assured.
"Yes, you very much are," Garrett smiled. "Exceptionally clever. Almost as clever as you are sexy."
"Come in the bedroom with me and we'll talk about sexy," Seth turned toward the bedroom and pulled Garrett along by his dick.
In the elevator, Emmett and Nasir smiled at each other as they rode down to the eight floor. The doors parted and Nasir led the way. He held Emmett's hand tightly as they walked down the hall and he admitted them into their home.
"Can I take you to the airport?" Emmett asked as they walked in.
"You do not need to do that, Habibi," Nasir closed their door behind them. "That is what the service is for."
"I'd like to," Emmett protested.
"I do not want you to put yourself out for me. Relax and know that I would much rather be by your side," Nasir put a hand to Emmett's face and gave him a loving kiss on the lips. He then stepped back and pulled his tee shirt off over his head. "Your shirt, I believe," he handed it to Emmett.
"Oh, I believe it is," Emmett held it to his face and breathed int the scent of his lover. "Those are my shorts too."
"No, they are not," Nasir looked down to make very sure.
"For the sake of this discussion, they are," Emmett stated.
"I had better give them back to you then," Nasir unbuttoned, unzipped, and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them naked, picked them up, and handed them to Emmett as well.
"That's much better," Emmett ran took a step closer and while he held Nasir's clothes to his chest in one hand, cupped the heavy Arab stones with the other. His lover's sleeping snake lay over his wrist. "Fuck. When is your car coming?"
"It will be here any minute," Nasir answered.
"Then get in there and get dressed before I knock you down and climb on top of you," Emmett turned Nasir toward the bedroom and gave him a gentle shove. Nasir just smiled as he was marched into the bedroom. Emmett followed along behind and brought the clothes Nasir had worn to his face to smell them again.
"Hurry up and get fucking dressed," Emmett gabbed hold of his own expanding cock in his board shorts.
"I am going!" Nasir snatched up his jeans and stepped into them.
"Maybe I should ride with you. I could choke you with my cock all the way there," Emmett suggested.
"I would not object to that," Nasir slipped his arms into his dress shirt and began to button it.
"Or I could ride you all the way to the airport! How does that sound? Fuck me all the way there and cum in me right when we pull up!" Emmett had an even better idea.
"Oh! I would love that! Why did you not think of that earlier? I only ordered myself a town car. I will expense it, but since it was just me," Nasir spread his hands.
"Next time. Maybe I'll meet you at the airport when you get home. I'll be waiting in the back of the limo, lubed up and ready," Emmett suggested.
"In that case, I will be home tomorrow," Nasir tucked his shirttail into his jeans and fastened them up. Emmett pulled Nasir's chirping cell from the shorts in his hand.
"Bobby's here," Emmett informed. Nasir picked up and put on his suit jacket and stepped into the sandals he intented to wear. He was then ready and found that he did not want to move. Nasir made a resigned face and spread his arms. Emmett dropped the suddenly forgotten clothes in his hands and stepped into his partner's arms.
"God, I love you so much, Nasi," Emmett took his lover in a crushing embrace.
"As I love you, my Emmett," Nasir closed his eyes and tried to hold the stronger man just as tightly.
"I am so proud of you," Emmett confessed.
"Why do you say that?" Nasir asked.
"You got this job and solved this problem all by yourself in the end," Emmett expressed.
"I caused this problem all by myself," Nasir countered. He had very much blamed himself for every stress that had been brought on them both.
"Nasi, you gave up your family, your job, even your country, everything you knew, all for me," Emmett was nearly brought to tears at that realization.
"Emmett," Nasir pulled back to look into his partner's eyes, "do you not know, all those things are meaningless without you?"
Emmett just gave a nod as he got even more choked up and pulled Nasir to him again.
"You are my habibi," Nasir whispered into Emmett's ear.
"You're my habibi too," Emmett echoed. Both men just stood in silence for a long moment. They did not need any more words as they held each other. And they did not want to let each other go. It was Emmett who broke their embrace in the end.
"Okay," Emmett rubbed Nasir's arms. "If you don't go now, I'll never let you go," he turned away to wipe the one tear that managed to escape from his eye and hoped that Nasir did not see him do it. He picked up Nasir's bag and followed his lover out of the bedroom. Nasir walked to the office and picked up his matching Louis Vuitton briefcase. He slung it over his shoulder as he walked back out to where Emmett waited in the living room. Emmett was immediately struck by the vision of the incredibly handsome and confident man in his snug jeans, his broad shoulders made even more so by his suit jacket. A vision that was all his. Or damn well better be.
"You look so fucking sexy like that," Emmett shook his head as Nasir walked back to him. "Everyone in Manhattan is going to hit on you."
"Are there other men? I do not even see them," Nasir put a hand on Emmett's bare bicep.
"You just tell them all you got a big teddy bear at home who knows how to be a grizzly when he needs to be," Emmett stressed.
"Emmett," Nasir raised his hand to his lover's face. "That is the last thing you need ever worry about. I love my big, sexy, teddy bear man."
"I know you do. I do trust you, Nasi. I just want everyone to know that you're mine," Emmett expressed.
"Anyone who does not know will learn it from me. You are my life, Emmett McCarty," Nasir stepped closer and gave Emmett another gentle kiss on his lips.
"You're mine too, Nasir bin Omar al Qasimi," Emmett smiled. He loved saying his partner's full name. He leaned forward and gave Nasir a soft kiss like the one he had just received. Emmett then turned and headed for the door. He took Nasir's hand in the corridor as they walked to the elevator and rode down to ground level.
"I so wish you were coming with me," Nasir expressed as they walked out into the lobby.
"I know, Babe. I don't want you to worry about me. This should be fun and exciting for you. Call me every morning before you go in. I don't care what time it is," Emmett shook his head. "And every night before you go to bed."
"All alone and wishing to be beside you," Nasir stated as they emerged onto the front steps into the humid Seattle summer night.
"Me too, Nasi, me too," Emmett agreed.
"Mr. al Qasimi, Mr. McCarty," Bobby greeted with a smile at the open trunk of the Lincoln Town Car.
"Hi, Bobby," Emmett walked up and handed the driver Nasir's Louis Vuitton suitcase.
"Not going this time, Mr. McCarty?" Bobby asked as he stowed the bag and shut the trunk.
"Can't get the time off, Bobby, or I sure as shit would be," Emmett stated. Nasir stood by the open rear passenger door. The normally confident man was suddenly lost. Emmett saw the look on his face and immediately took Nasir in his arms again.
"After all we have been through, I am loathe to be parted from you," Nasir confessed.
"You can never be parted from my thoughts or my heart," Emmett assured.
"I will be back just as soon as I possibly can," Nasir pressed his face into Emmett's neck.
"I know that, Babe. I love you, Nasi," Emmett expressed.
"I love you, Emmett," Nasir could not say it enough. He held fast to his big, strong partner, determined that it would have to be Emmett who let go of him. Bobby stood quietly by and waited until Emmett finally did so.
"Have a safe flight. Call me when you get in. I don't care what time it is," Emmett squeezed Nasir's hand.
"I will," Nasir agreed and at last seated himself in the back of the car.
"I got it, Bobby," Emmett shut the rear door.
"Yes, sir," the driver headed for the wheel. Emmett placed his hand flat on the window of Nasir's door and Nasir was quick to do the same on his side of the glass. They both held their hands flat together, separated only by the glass, until Bobby started the car and pulled away. Emmett stood and watched the car take his partner away. Before this night was over Nasir would be on the other side of the continent. Emmett waited until the town car was out of sight before he turned and headed back into their building.
The calls when Nasir was in the limo on his way into Manhattan, and every morning when Nasir was on the way to work, came very early Pacific time and woke Emmett up, but he didn't care. It was completely worth it to hear his partner's voice. Emmett slept holding Nasir's pillow to him. It gave him great comfort to breathe in the scent of his absent partner, just as it always had when Nasir was away. Every night, Nasir called as soon as he got into bed. The bedtime calls came in between eight and nine in Seattle and if Emmett was not already in the bedroom, he walked in and laid down straight away. He knew Nasir was in bed in New York and laying in their bed made him feel closer.
Wednesday evening Emmett was in the office, paying a bill on line, when the call came. His cell was right next to him and he snatched it up. Emmett answered even as he rose from his desk chair and walked out of the office. Emmett was in for the night and wore only his cut off fleece shorts. "Hi, Babe!" the smile on his face was more than evident in his voice.
"Hello, Habibi," Nasir greeted warmly.
"How was your day?" Emmett asked as the walked through the house.
"Very busy. It seems my meetings will never end. Still, it is nice to meet everyone in the organization and get my feet wet," Nasir looked on the bright side.
"I'm glad, Nasi. Any interesting people?" Emmett laid down on their bed.
"You know, fewer than I would have hoped. I met my new permanent assistant today," Nasir stretched out in the king bed in his Grand Room at the Loews Regency Hotel on Park Avenue in Manhattan. All the lights were off, but the room was not dark from the picture window overlooking 61st Street below. Nasir was naked alone in the big bed and covered only to his chest by the sheet and thin blanket.
"What's she like?" Emmett asked as he placed his free hand behind his head.
"He is very cute," Nasir teased.
"Oh, a he," Emmett could not help but notice.
"His name is Joel. He is twenty two and circumcised," Nasir stated.
"I'm sorry, you wanna run that by me again?" Emmett asked with raised eyebrows.
"Though I confess this to be an assumption on my part," Nasir continued.
"His age, or the fact that he's circumcised?" Emmett attempted to clarify.
Nasir laughed. "The probable fact that he is circumcised. He is a Jew. I like him and he seems to like me. If we can get along, there is hope for the world," Nasir concluded.
"I see," Emmett was only slightly relieved.
"We had a bit of an awkward moment this afternoon. We were out at his desk looking at my schedule when my boss' assistant walked by. She is a particularly buxom blonde who wears very high heels and very short skirts, and Joel said to me, 'oh, look at that,' and he said it with such awe, even in a hushed tone," Nasir relayed. "I did not know what he was talking about at first and stupidly asked, 'what?' You should have seen the look on his face. He looked at me and said, 'oh'."
"He got it, did he?" Emmett understood.
"He very much did," Nasir confirmed. "Joel took it completely in stride. He asked me if I had a special guy at home and I showed him my wedding ring, or what will be my wedding ring when I switch it to my right hand when we get married. And I showed him the picture of you that I put on my desk."
"You have a picture of me on your desk?" Emmett was touched.
"Of course I do. My boss has a picture of his family on his desk," Nasir was conscious of the equality. "Why should I not have one of my family on mine?"
"What picture is it?" Emmett asked.
"You will have to come to my office and see," Nasir teased.
"You know I want to," Emmett stressed.
"I miss you, Habibi. I dislike being away from you," Nasir confessed.
"Me too," Emmett agreed.
"It is the worst at night, when I get into bed. Your absence is most acute then. Like right now," Nasir reached over to the empty side of the bed where Emmett should have been.
"That's exactly how I feel, Nasi. I hold your pillow. I even brought my tee shirt that you wore into bed with me. It smells like you," Emmett revealed.
"Did you notice the tank top you wore to Edward's house is missing?" Nasir asked.
"It is?" Emmett assumed it to be in the hamper waiting on him to do the laundry.
"It came to New York in your place," Nasir turned his head to smile at where Emmett's tank top lay over the pillow beside him. He ran a hand over it longingly. "Though it is a very poor substitute for you."
"That's so sweet, Baby," Emmett was touched. "You'll be home with me soon enough and you can have the real thing."
"I want the real thing. I am going to kiss every square inch of you," Nasir promised.
"I am going to kiss every square inch of you," Emmett countered.
"When I am done with you, if you wish," Nasir allowed.
"More like just as soon as you clear the door," Emmett corrected.
"No," Nasir disagreed. "I will have my way. I am the top."
"I've held you down before. I can, and I will, do it again," Emmett threatened.
"I will fight you this time," Nasir made his own threat.
"You can try," Emmett gave a sigh.
Nasir chuckled. "I love you and I miss you. I want so to make love to you. That is what we should have done before I left. I regret that we did not."
"You know how I like to welcome you home," Emmett smiled.
"Oh, yes! I do remember. I will be on the next flight!" Nasir enthused.
"Then you'd miss Garrett," Emmett reminded.
"Yes. He arrives tomorrow. I hope I will be able to have dinner with him," Nasir expressed.
"Why wouldn't you?" Emmett asked.
"Different executives keep making plans for me. They know I am alone here and want me to interact with this one and that one. I have not had a lunch or dinner not planned for me yet," Nasir informed. "I told Joel not to allow anyone to schedule anything for me Friday night."
"Right. You guys are having dinner with Jasper," Emmett knew. "That'll be nice, Babe. I'm glad you can get to know him too. He's a really good guy."
"The look on Edward's face when he speaks of him is proof enough of that," Nasir agreed.
"I'm having a sleep over with Seth Friday night. We're gonna eat ice cream and watch To Wong Foo or Priscilla or some such thing," Emmett revealed.
"Are you going to sleep with another man again, Habibi?" Nasir asked.
"Not my first choice, as you well know. And I do believe you will be doing the same thing, sir," Emmett turned the tables.
"Not the same thing at all," Nasir protested. "We will not have any ice cream."
"Oh, I see. Yes, that's completely different," Emmett spoke with amused sarcasm.
"You know, I think it will be strange for me," Nasir confessed. "You are the only man I have ever slept beside in my whole life."
"Really?" Emmett found that very special and his voice betrayed it.
"I am having second thoughts now," Nasir admitted.
"It's a king bed, isn't it? Just stick to your side and you'll be fine," Emmett instructed.
"I hope so. I don't want to wake up on top of Garrett. That would be very embarrassing for us both," Nasir gave voice to his fear.
"Just wear something to bed, please," Emmett requested.
"Of course we will. I will sleep naked beside no man but mine," Nasir stated firmly.
"Good," Emmett was glad to hear it.
"And I hope you do the same," Nasir expressed.
"Oh, no. I stick my dick right up Seth's ass," Emmett teased.
"In that case, I am leaving for the airport right now. Please let Garrett know I will not be here to move from my hotel to his," Nasir played.
"Are you at the Loews Regency again?" Emmett asked. "When are you gonna go check out the penthouse?"
"Oh. I have been so busy, I have not even thought about it. It was very nice of my father to have the deed transferred to me in anticipation of my marriage well before hand," Nasir spoke with sarcasm. "Once Kasim picked the Palm Beach estate, and then we knew I would get the New York apartment, father had both properties transferred to us at the same time. I have actually never even set foot in it. I'm not even sure where it is. Here on Park Avenue someplace, I think. I will have to arrange to get the key."
"Aren't you curious?" Emmett asked.
"I am now. Just finding the time will be the challenge," Nasir expressed. "Maybe Garrett and I can go early Saturday morning before we fly back."
"You'll have to be good boys and get to bed early. No partying all night with Jasper," Emmett cautioned.
"We will make every effort to keep the alcohol, drugs and sex to a minimum," Nasir assured.
"Yeah, as long as you don't overdo it," Emmett agreed with a chuckle.
"Anyway, I do not know if Jasper is a bottom or not," Nasir continued.
"He's a bottom alright," Emmett confirmed.
"Well then, I make no promises," Nasir teased further.
"Oh, you wouldn't bottom for Jasper?" Emmett asked.
"No. That is only for you," Nasir stated.
"I see," Emmett nodded to himself. "Your ass is all mine, but your dick isn't?"
"It is fun to tease, but you know that all of me is yours, only yours," Nasir clarified.
"I know that, Babe," Emmett admitted.
"Forever," Nasir added.
"Me too," Emmett agreed.
"I love you," Nasir said simply.
"I love you too, Nasi. You want me to hang on with you while you fall asleep?" Emmett asked.
"I like that," Nasir confessed.
"I do too. I'm right there with you, Baby. Feel my arms around you. Go to sleep now and know that I will hold you and love you for the rest of my life," Emmett spoke softly. Thousands of miles away Nasir pulled the pillow with Emmett's tank top on it to him. He laid his face on Emmett's tank with the phone between and closed his eyes. Emmett closed his eyes and waited and listened as the minutes passed. He knew the sound of his partner when Nasir finally fell asleep.
"I love you, Nasi, with all my heart and soul. And I always will," Emmett whispered to a sleeping Nasir. "I miss you so much. Good night, Babe."
Thursday passed much as usual for Emmett. He was awakened by his cell when Nasir was heading down to work. Emmett had a raging hard on and the sound of his missed lover's voice did not help. Reaching for the phone caused him to roll over and hump it into the mattress, which felt good and frustrating at the same time.
"I am off to work now," Nasir walked out of his hotel room. He wore a dark gray suit and carried his briefcase over his shoulder.
"Mmm. What's on your agenda today?" Emmett asked slowly.
"You are so sexy when you are sleepy," Nasir smiled.
"I am?" Emmett found that very sweet.
"You have that sweet little grin and droopy eyes. It makes me want to kiss you all over your face," Nasir expressed. He arrived at the elevators and pressed the call button.
"I wish you were here right now. I would love that," Emmett sighed.
"I would too," Nasir agreed.
Emmett stretched out on his back and his erection tented the sheet. "God, I'm so hard right now, Nasi," he kicked the sheet away and took hold of himself.
"You are?" Nasir was nearly breathless at the image that invoked in his mind's eye. The elevator doors parted and two professionally dressed women who looked to be about forty stood within.
"Morning," Nasir gave them a quick and polite nod as he joined them. The women made no attempt to hide their appraising looks at the tall and darkly exotic, exceptionally handsome man.
"I'm so hard. I need you," Emmett spoke in a throaty voice into his cell and Nasir's ear. He squeezed the big prick in his hand.
"If only I could tell you what I would like to do about that right now," Nasir spoke carefully.
The women smiled at each other. "He's talking to his wife," one said to the other. They had both seen the ring on his left hand. Nasir looked at them, but gave them not another thought. His mind was in the bed he shared with the love of his life. And his big, hard cock.
"I know you're not alone. I wish you were," Emmett expressed. "I'm gonna stroke it a little. I can't help it. I need to," Emmett gave himself a slow stroke. "Umm. My foreskin is rolling up on my head. It feels so good," he relayed and did it again.
In the elevator Nasir moved his briefcase in front of himself. His rapidly growing erection would be more than obvious in his dress pants. The women beside him shared a knowing smirk and a nod.
"If you were here, I would rub in on your face, your lips," Emmett imagined.
"I would do more than that," Naisr felt his forehead begin to perspire.
"You would want to, but I wouldn't let you. Not yet," Emmett continued to jack himself. "I just want to rub myself on your face right now. On the hair on your upper lip."
Nasir closed his eyes and swallowed with effort. His own hard on throbbed in his pants. Just then the elevator arrived in the lobby and the doors parted. Nasir motioned for the women to go ahead of him. They both did so while attempting to see around the briefcase that shielded him.
"Habibi, you are killing me," Nasir hoarsely whispered into his phone.
"It's killing me too," Emmett felt the wetness get caught up in his foreskin. "I'm leaking."
"Allah!" Nasir walked with difficulty through the lobby. "I want to suck you so badly right now," he spoke as quietly as he could.
"I would let you suck me," Emmett maintained his slow, deliberate stroke. "After I smeared my precum across your lips with the head of my dick."
"It is my hand that strokes you now, my big, beautiful Emmett. Feel my tongue on your balls. Feel it run up that big, wonderful cock. Feel my lips around your head," Nasir walked to the quietest part of the spacious lobby he could find.
"I want that. It would feel so good right now," Emmett spread his legs wider apart as he masturbated on the phone.
"Go faster. I want your cum," Nasir whispered. "I want you to come in my throat."
"No, I can't," Emmett protested.
"Yes. I want it," Nasir urged. He took a deep breath and noticed outside the windows that his car was waiting. Nasir headed for the wood and brass revolving door that led outside.
"You can have it. You can have all of it. I want to save it for you," Emmett explained. He stopped stroking himself and just held his wet, throbbing post. "I'll drown you before you fuck me."
"You make me so crazy, Habibi," Nasir passed through the revolving door and walked over to his waiting town car.
"Morning, Mr. al Qasimi," the driver greeted with a smile.
"Morning," Naisr mumbled as he seated himself in the backseat of the big car. The driver closed his rear door and proceeded around the car.
"How am I to concentrate on my work today? I have meetings all day and all I will think about is you. Your beautiful, naked body and big, hard cock," Nasir spoke quickly before the driver took the wheel.
"I'm sorry, Babe," Emmett reached down to cup and gently massage his swollen stones.
"No! Do not ever be sorry. Know that every ounce of my desire and my heart are in our bed with you, even while my body and mind are many miles away," Nasir expressed. Now that he was safely in the backseat of the moving car, Nasir was able to grope his straining erection in his pants. He closed his eyes. "Mmm."
"Did I make you hard, Baby?" Emmett knew full well that he had.
"Painfully," Nasir confirmed.
"Where are you? Are you in the car?" Emmett asked further.
"Yes. I will be at the office in just a minute," Nasir stated. It was in fact a very short ride to Loews Corporation headquarters. The town car whisked him down the valley between the tall buildings that was Park Avenue, only one block to 60th Street, and one long block over to Madison Avenue.
"I wish I was there in the car with you. I would crawl between your legs and spend about an hour just licking your sweet cock," Emmett smiled at the soft whimper he heard come through the phone. "Then I would swallow you down and not come up for air until I drank every drop of love juice you could feed me."
"Habibi, I am pulling up to the office now," Nasir swallowed hard again. "I have to hang up now."
"I'm gonna go back to sleep and dream about what I want to do to you," Emmett smiled.
"I will have a very difficult time today thinking of anything else. I love you, my Emmett," Nasir looked up at his driver as the man opened the rear door beside him. "I will talk to you tonight. Bye."
"I love you too, Nasi. Bye, Babe," Emmett moved the phone away from his face and ended the call. He rolled onto his side and pulled his lover's pillow to him again. Emmett gave a great sigh and snuggled into the pillow that smelled of his partner.