AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Okay, kids, back on track to the wedding. No more flashbacks until after Emmett and Nasir are married. I promise.
E&O Summit Meeting only a few weeks away! Miss Liz, I can't wait to see you. I'm gonna hug you till you pop! Miss Maureen, thanks so much for your help with the little ones. Smooches to my girls.
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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 12: Family Day
Present Day
Thursday
(Wedding Minus Two Days)
Emmett was pleasantly surprised when he woke on his own, rather than from the ring of his cell. He smiled as he became aware of the body that spooned him, conforming to his every curve. Nasir's arm was under Emmett's and around his partner's broad chest as he held his lover snugly in his sleep. Emmett stretched and gave a soft moan as he became very aware of Nasir's hardness.
"Mmm," Nasir moaned. Emmett's movement, even while slight, was enough to wake him. He tightened his arm around Emmett.
"Is my guy awake?" Emmett asked.
"Almost," Nasir did not open his eyes.
"Have I told you how good you feel?" Emmett turned his head to look back at Nasir as best he could.
"Hmm. Tell me again," Nasir flexed his hips slightly to gently press his erection further into Emmett's butt.
"Ugh. God, I love that. I love waking up in your arms, or with you in my arms. This is my very favorite time of the day, waking up next you," Emmett casually ran gentle fingers up and down Nasir's hairy arm. "Having you home this week has been just so great, Nasi."
"Me too, Habibi," Nasir sighed into the back of Emmett's neck. "You say I am home when I am inside you, but every time I hold you like this, or you hold me, I am home. My soul has been very much at peace this week."
"Mine too, Babe. I would roll over and wrap my arms around you right now, but your dick is so happy in my butt," Emmett expressed.
"Mmm," Nasir smiled and flexed his bone where it was nestled in Emmett's crack again. "He is very happy," Nasir murmured. He slowly drew his hand down Emmett's body until he encountered nine thick inches of prime, throbbing McCarty. "Oh, you are very happy too," Nasir wrapped his hand around his lover's erection.
"Very happy, 'cause there's a really sexy guy in my bed. Hey, you know what I'm gonna do?" Emmett asked.
"What?" Nasir bit.
"In just two days, I'm gonna marry the man of my dreams," Emmett smiled.
"What an amazing coincidence. I am too," Nasir did not quite stroke Emmett so much as massage the fat, hard organ in his hand. "As long as the man you are marrying does not mind that you have a really sexy guy in your bed."
"He doesn't mind. See, he's out of town a lot. Then I call one of, oh, half a dozen or so stand-ins to crawl in here and hold me and nestle their hard ons in my butt just like this," Emmett tried very hard to keep a straight face.
"What?" Nasir lifted his head and opened his eyes.
Emmett laughed gleefully and finally rolled over to take Nasir in his arms. He put a gentle and loving hand to Nasir's face. "Are there other men besides you on this planet, Nasir bin Omar al Qasimi? I've never seen one."
"No," Nasir shook his head as he let it rest back on his pillow. "There is only me."
"I know you might say the same to me, but then you met my brother," Emmett gave a mischievous grin.
"I am so glad that I met you first. I might have fallen for a straight man," Nasir teased.
"Yeah, that wouldn't have worked out so well for you," Emmett gave his lover a soft kiss on his full lips.
And then the call Emmett had expected would wake them, finally came in.
"Speak of the devil," Emmett reached for his cell and took a second to see who was calling. He accepted the call and put the phone to his ear. "Morning, Car."
"Morning, gay boys. Are you guys up?" Carson asked.
"We're still in bed, but we're very much up," Emmett could not help himself.
"Thanks for searing that disturbing image into my brain. I'll have nightmares for weeks," Carson teased. Emmett could just barely hear his sister-in-law mumble something in the background.
"Em says they're very much up, but they're still in bed. Like I was this morning," Carson explained. After a beat, he burst out laughing.
"What?" Emmett asked.
"Sonja says to wait right there. She's on her way over to help you guys get dressed!" Carson kept laughing. "Hey, wait a minute, Honey. The only dick you need to be putting into pants is mine."
"What about our son?" Sonja asked. She was now close enough to the phone that Emmett could hear her.
"Oh, yeah. Okay, you put Connor's dick into his pants. You just take mine out," Carson gave his wife several kisses that Emmett could hear over the phone.
"You wanna call me back when you finish up there, Car?" Emmett teased.
"No. We're starving. Get over here," Carson demanded.
"You know, you could always head on down to breakfast any time you're ready for it, or even order room service," Emmett suggested.
"We are going down to breakfast and you are joining us. Now get your gay butts up, I mean, get them out of bed, and get your asses over here," Carson commanded.
"Can we take a shower first?" Emmett asked.
"If you make some kind of comment about how long it takes you guys to shower because of all the extra, I don't even want to know about, that you two do in there, I'll kill you," Carson threatened.
"Alright," Emmett laughed. "We might have to shower separately, Babe."
"Unacceptable," Nasir mumbled from where he was curled up against Emmett's side.
"We'll see you shortly, Car. I'll text when we're pulling up," Emmett stated.
"Okay, bye," Carson quickly ended the call.
"If you, Sir," Emmett placed his cell back on the night stand, "do not get up right this second and run into the shower, your cock is going down my throat."
Nasir's only response was to roll onto his back and pull the sheet and blankets down to his ankles. He looked up at Emmett with an innocent expression, as he put his arms up over his head. Emmett sat up and looked down at his lover, naked and exposed and quiveringly erect. He licked his lips as the glistening pearl of clear syrup in the half exposed snake's eye made his mouth water.
"Hoh!" Nasir threw his head back as, in one fluid motion, Emmett moved between his legs and took his penis in his mouth. True to his word Emmett swallowed every inch of his partner's bone. He loved how he was able to make Nasir arch his back as he lodged the long staff in his throat.
"There you two are. Jesus," Carson made it plain that they had been waiting some time. Carson, Sonja, Connor in his mother's arms, Auguste and Noreen all sat at a large table in the Hunt Club restaurant in the Sorrento. Unlike the elegance of the Fireside Room, the Hunt Club was on the slightly rustic side, with exposed brick and dark wood tables devoid of table cloths. It reflected the chef's Farm to Table motto.
Emmett and Nasir wore white henleys with their snug jeans. Emmett's stretched across his massive chest and Nasir's was unbuttoned to display his hairy chest, just as both men liked it. Carson wore a long sleeved button down shirt with his sleeves rolled up. All the ladies wore jeans and sweaters, Sonja's far more form fitting than the older ladies.
"We're here now. Take it easy," Emmett sat down in the free seat next to his younger brother. His partner sat on his other side. Both of them slipped their near sandal off. Nasir presented his bare foot and Emmett placed his on top of it. Neither of them even thought about it.
"Guten morgen," Auguste smiled.
"Morning, Mutti," Nasir answered for them.
"We all had a bagel to tide us over. What have you two been doing?" Carson read the look on his brother's face. "And please God, don't answer that."
"Morning," a waitress greeted the last arrivals. "Coffee?"
"Yes, please," Emmett answered.
"And we're all very ready to order, so don't give them long with their menus. C'mon, you guys, look them over," Carson urged.
"Just one more argument for room service," Emmett picked up his menu.
"Never you mind room service. Tomorrow I'm gonna come get you," Carson threatened.
"What do we have planned today?" Auguste asked.
"Don't pester them, Mutti. Let them read their menus," Carson advised.
"Ach," Auguste gave her son a dismissive wave.
"I think the French toast with the Grand Marnier sounds appealing," Nasir nodded to himself.
"That's right. My brother-in-law doesn't eat pork," Carson remembered.
"I do not," Nasir confirmed.
"I wonder how the quiche is?" Emmett mused. He was not quite able to keep the grin from his face.
"Now you're just doing that on purpose," Carson took a sip of his juice. Connor leaned over in his mother's arms and gave a whine as he reached for the floor. Sonja set him down on his little feet and off he went with a happy giggle. This walking on two feet like adults was new to him and the best thing he had discovered so far in his young life. Connor stuck his arms straight out to his sides like some kind of tiny animated scare crow. He was off and around the next table in a flash.
"Your turn to chase him," Sonja picked up her coffee cup.
"Hey, come back here, little bud. Con," Carson called as he got up. "Order for me, Honey," he requested and headed off following his son's tracks.
"This walking thing is the best thing since sliced bread," Emmett observed.
"You should have seen him on the plane. Up and down the aisle. Up and down the aisle," Sonja relayed. "I don't think there was a person on that jet he didn't bump into at least once. It caused him no end of grief when the beverage cart came out to block his way."
"He is very cute," Nasir agreed.
"Do we want to order?" the waitress returned. "Or do we want to wait till those two come back?"
"We will order," Auguste took charge. Everyone placed their orders and Sonja ordered for her husband and son. The waitress refreshed their coffees and everyone smiled at Carson as he followed Connor past their table again.
"So, I thought we might run down to Pike Place Market before we run up the needle to SkyCity for lunch," Emmett finally answered his mother's question.
"Ja?" Auguste was interested.
"I'm all in favor of shopping," Sonja endorsed.
"I am always in favor of shopping too," Nasir agreed. "And there are all kinds of things to do and see down there. Hands of the World is my favorite store. It makes me think of the souk in my country. My former country, that is."
"Oh, it does, kinda," Emmett agreed.
"What's a souk?" Noreen asked.
"The same as a bazaar, Gram," Emmett clarified.
"Well, is there a playground or someplace you all can leave me with Connor while you shop?" Noreen questioned further.
"There is," Nasir nodded.
Carson followed and watched his son bob and weave his tiny self all through the Hunt Club dining room. He apologized to everyone the tot bumped into and/or nearly tripped. Carson also maintained a watchful eye on their table and snatched Connor up the moment their food began to arrive.
"Time for breakfast, little buddy," Carson countered his son's noise of protest as he held the boy in his arms. Connor looked ahead as his father carried him back to their table and family. He wore a look of deep contemplation. Connor was hungry, but little could hold his interest as much as walking around.
"Here we go," Carson placed his son in the highchair between him and Sonja.
"Did you have fun, Connor?" Sonja smiled at her son.
"I can tell you he left no square inch of this place unexplored," Carson took his own seat and placed his napkin in his lap.
"We could tell where he was by watching you follow along behind him," Emmett smiled.
"This looks really good. I'm starving," Carson wasted no time tucking into his eggs benedict.
They enjoyed their breakfast and everyone relaxed over yet another cup of coffee after their meal. Carson knew he could not wait to battle for the check and had arranged even before Emmett and Nasir arrived, that he would sign the check to his room.
"You are very tricky," Nasir told Carson when it became clear what he had done.
"You have to get up pretty early in the morning to get past me, Bro," Carson boasted. "And fortunately for me, gay boys don't get up early at all."
"You're using the time change to your advantage," Emmett pointed out. "But thanks for breakfast anyway, Car."
"Yes, thank you," Nasir echoed.
"You are very welcome. Are we about ready to go?" Carson asked.
"This coffee is going right though me," Noreen announced. "I'm gonna just run up to my room to freshen up for a minute," she picked up her big handbag and rose from the table.
"Ja, I go too. Give us fűnf minuten," Auguste rose to follow her mother-in-law.
"Me too. I need to get Connor's bag anyway," Sonja put her hand on her husband's shoulder as she stood.
"Okay, Honey. The boys'll all meet you in the lobby," Carson smiled at his wife. Sonja just patted his shoulder and headed off herself.
"Look at that ass, you guys," Carson marveled at his wife's behind in her tight jeans. He looked to Emmett and Nasir and read the look on their faces. "Oh, who am I talking to? Connor, buddy, I hope you find a lady as fine as your mom someday."
"How do you know he's gonna like girls?" Emmett could not let that go.
"What do you mean?" Carson asked.
"I mean, how do you know Connor is going to be straight? He has no concept of sexuality yet, and won't for many years, but there is always the possibility that he will be more like his uncles than his father," Emmett pointed out.
"Oh, yeah," Carson considered. "I suppose that is possible," he looked at his son who looked back at him with the most innocent blue eyes. Carson had never thought about it before this moment, but knew in his heart that his son would always be his little boy, no matter what. "You know what? I am not gonna be one of those asshole fathers. If my son turns out to play for your team, then I hope he finds a boy with as fine an ass as, I don't know, Seth."
"That's a very enlightened attitude, Car," Emmett put a hand on his little brother's shoulder.
"If that turns out to be the case, I hope you guys won't mind me coming to you for advice," Carson figured he would need experts.
"Not at all," Nasir answered for them both.
"And sorry we ran a little late this morning," Emmett leaned closer to his brother. "Did my breath smell like cum?"
"Oh my God," Carson covered his face with both hands. He slowly pulled them down. "I am so glad you waited to deliver that line until after we finished eating," he drained his coffee cup and placed his napkin on the table. "C'mon, guys. Let's go meet our ladies in the lobby," Carson lifted his son out of the highchair and set him down on his feet. "Let's go find mommy, Con."
"I cannot believe you said that to your brother," Nasir spoke to his grinning partner as they rose and followed.
The three men and child walked out to the front entrance of the hotel and gave the valet the tickets for both cars. The Range Rover was pulled up first and Carson wasted no time in securing his son in his car seat. As Carson finished strapping Connor in, his attention was taken by a silver Mercedes Benz SLR McLaren roadster as it was pulled up behind the Range Rover by the same valet. And then he saw Nasir tip the kid.
"We took my car this morning, Carson. Would you like to drive this one as well?" Nasir asked with a smile.
"What? No shit? This is your car? You said you drove a Mercedes, but fuck!" Carson walked around to the open, up driver's door. "Fuck yeah, I wanna drive it!" he declared and got in behind the wheel.
"Is this why you wanted to drive this morning?" Emmett asked his partner quietly as they stood side by side on the other side of the car. "Nasi, are you flirting with my brother?"
"Maybe. A little bit," Nasir confessed.
Emmett gave his booming laugh. "Okay, Babe. You guys follow us," Emmett gave his partner a gentle and loving kiss on his lips.
Sonja, Auguste and Noreen all walked out together, each with their handbag and Connor's big baby bag.
"Honey, check this out!" Carson yelled from the wheel of the McLaren.
"What are you doing in there?" Sonja asked.
"Carson is going to drive my car. Would you like to ride with him?" Nasir offered.
"No. I'll ride with my son," Sonja answered. "You boys do the boy thing. Besides, someone needs to know where we're going," she climbed into the back of the Range Rover. Noreen joined her and Auguste sat in front with Emmett. Nasir joined Carson in his two-seater. They both pulled the doors down.
"Push that button," Nasir pointed.
"What does it do?" Carson asked.
"Just push it," Nasir urged.
"Okay, I will," Carson did. Both windows went down, the trunk lid lifted, the roof lifted and folded itself into the trunk, and finally the trunk lid closed. "Holy shit! I didn't even know this was a convertible."
"Now you do. I am glad it is a nice day. Here in Seattle it is not always top down weather," Nasir pointed out.
"Well, it is today!" Carson put the already running car in gear and pulled out after his brother.
It was much too short a drive down to the waterfront for Carson. He was very aware that all eyes were on him, and Nasir, at each stop light. He followed Emmett into the valet stand at the Inn at the Market hotel. Carson put the top up and then focused his attention on his family. He put on his backpack and knelt down while Sonja placed Connor in it. Connor very rarely fussed when on his father's back. He was safe and secure and content high up on his hero's back. Carson wore his son all through the many shops and buildings of Pike Place Market. Both man and boy were at first reluctant when they came to the playground. Connor warmed up to the idea when he saw the train that he could ride around in. Noreen sat down to watch him while everyone else wandered on. Carson took Sonja's hand. Nasir only just noticed that, when he felt Emmett take his. He looked into Emmett's crystal blue eyes as Emmett smiled back at him. Nasir loved his family and was again very grateful that they accepted him as one of them so completely.
Several bags of bath and body products and ladies apparel later, it was time to collect the cars and head on to lunch. Connor was only too happy to remount his father's back when they came to collect him and his great grandmother at the playground. At Emmett's suggestion, Carson again took the wheel of the McLaren, while he lead the way in the Range Rover. Carson and Nasir followed left down 1st Avenue and left again on the one way Lenora Street. They then turned right on Alaskan Way, right at the water's edge and headed along the wharf past the cruise ship terminals and ferry docks. They stayed on this road as it turned inland and became Broad Street. Their destination loomed ever closer and taller above them as they drew closer. Emmett led the way to the valet parking at the foot of the Space Needle. While the valets took the cars away, Carson again loaded his son up on his back before they headed into the Needle.
There was a great line of people waiting for the elevators to the observation deck high atop the Space Needle. The check in desk for SkyCity had it's own separate and private elevator to the restaurant level. Emmett checked them in and they were whisked up five hundred feet to the revolving SkyCity restaurant. It would be a few minutes until their table was ready, so Emmett was given a pager and they were invited to go up to the observation deck to enjoy the view.
"Wow, look at that!" Carson remarked as they stepped out onto the open air observation platform.
"Oh, look at the boats!" Noreen stepped up to the rail as she admired the ships on Elliott Bay below them.
"Hey, what are those buildings there?" Carson pointed. As he stepped to the rail, Connor made it clear that he was less than enthused about the open air height. Connor leaned forward against the back of his father's head and reached as far around Carson's neck as he could.
"It's okay, Con. Daddy's got you," Carson reached up and behind him to wrap his hands around Connor's back.
"That really tall building there is Columbia Center," Emmett answered his brother's question. "If you want an even more incredible view, we can go up to the observation level in that building. We're at the equivalent of fifty two stories high right now. The observation level in Columbia Center is on the seventy third floor."
"A view more incredible than this? That's hard to imagine," Carson expressed while he held his son to his back.
"And Seth's husband Garrett works in that building," Emmett informed.
"He has quite a view from his corner office on the fifty fifth floor," Nasir added.
"The mountains are just beautiful," Sonja admired.
"Those are the Olympic Mountains," Nasir informed.
"Walk over this way. We can get a better view of more mountains," Emmett led. "The big snow capped mountain there to the South is Mount Rainier. Our friend Edward is a National Park Ranger there. And those are the Cascade Mountains over there," he pointed. "Actually, Edward and his guy Jasper are on a road trip over in those mountains right now. They should be back tonight."
"Edward? He's the guy we met at your graduation, right? He's the other groomsman?" Carson asked.
"That is him," Nasir gave the answer.
"He seemed like a nice guy. It'll be nice to see him again," Carson gave a nod.
"Oh," Emmett held up the pager that flashed and buzzed. "Our table's ready, guys."
"Let's go," Carson, with his hands still back around his son, headed back inside.
A table for eight, with a highchair in place of one of the brown leather chairs, waited for them by the windows in the revolving dining room below. Carson knelt down for his wife. They sat to gleaming crystal and white linens.
"I can tell you the crab melt is very good," Nasir advised as they all opened their menus. Just like at breakfast, Nasir slipped his sandal off and presented his bare foot to his partner. He was instantly rewarded by Emmett's bare foot as it was placed over his own.
"I need steak," Carson announced.
"I heard that," Emmett agreed. "Oh, hey, Mutti, how about a nice riesling? The Poet's Leap is pretty good."
"It is German?" Auguste asked.
"No, it's from here," Emmett answered.
"You said your Washington wines are gute," Auguste remembered.
"We'll get a bottle or two," Emmett gave a nod. "Would it make you feel better if I told you the guy who owns the winery is German?"
"Ja, of course!" Auguste teased.
They took their time over lunch, enjoying the view and each other's company. It took forty three minutes to complete a rotation and they had nearly gone around twice when Auguste asked for the check.
"Let us get this, Mutti," Nasir smiled as he pulled his credit card out of his wallet.
"You will not. Put that away. I schalp you face," Auguste warned.
"Best do as she says, Babe," Emmett advised his taken aback partner.
"See how much you're one of us, Nasir?" Carson pointed out. "She started ordering you around last Christmas, now she's threatening to smack you. You're totally one of the family."
"Ach! I schmack all of you," Auguste handed her credit card to the waiter.
"What did I do?" Emmett asked.
"You are good for it," Auguste gave a firm nod.
"Okay. So what do you guys want to do now?" Emmett asked.
"When can we see your place?" Noreen asked.
"We can go there now," Emmett gave a shrug. "Hey, can I wear Connor down to the car?"
"We can try it," Sonja was dubious. "We tried that once before with Carson's best friend, Chip, but Connor wouldn't have it."
"How about it, Connor?" Emmett asked his nephew with a warm smile. "Can I carry you down to the cars? You wanna ride on my back?"
Connor gazed back at his uncle with a completely neutral and open expression. That is, until he saw his mother hand his backpack to Emmett. As Emmett put the backpack on, Connor's eyes grew wide and his brow dark. As all eyes were on Connor, no one noticed the satisfied smile that spread across Carson's face.
"You ready, little buddy?" Emmett smiled encouragingly. The waiter returned with the bill for Auguste to sign as Emmett got out of his chair and knelt down next to Sonja.
"How about it, Connor? You wanna let uncle Emmett carry you for a little bit?" Sonja stood up and reached for her son. It could not be more clear to Connor what was happening here and he did not like it one bit. He cried out and reached with his whole body toward his father.
"Oh, come on, Connor. I won't let anything happen to you. You'll be safe with me," Emmett's assurances fell on deaf ears.
"It's not gonna work, Em," Carson ran a hand down the back of his son's head.
"Okay," Emmett stood up and shrugged off the backpack.
"He's his father's boy," Sonja tried to soothe her visibly disappointed brother-in-law. Connor relaxed as he watched his father put on his backpack. Carson sat forward on the edge of his chair as Sonja placed their son in the backpack. Connor put a hand on his father's face to thank him.
"I love you too, little bud," Carson grabbed Connor's hand and kissed his tiny palm.
The group then left their table and headed for the elevator to descend to their cars. Emmett paid the greatly reduced parking fee, thanks to their ticket validation up in SkyCity, while the SLR and Range Rover were brought up. Carson once again took the wheel of the expensive sports car and promptly put the top back down. He took the lead, with Nasir's navigation, on the drive back into downtown.
When Emmett pulled his Range Rover into his parking space, Nasir and Carson stood side by side, arms folded across their chests, leaning on the locked up McLaren.
"Are you having fun, Carson?" Sonja asked as she handed her husband their son's backpack.
"I'm done having fun, Honey," Carson knew the tone of his wife's voice better than anyone. He slipped the backpack on and knelt down.
"That's the right answer," Sonja patted Carson's shoulder after she transferred their son from his car seat to his backpack.
"Thanks for letting me drive, Bro," Carson handed Nasir back his keys as he stood back up.
"Anytime, Carson," Nasir smiled and put his hand on the younger man's shoulder. "It is new to me to have a younger brother. I like it."
Emmett smiled and took his partner's hand. "Okay, c'mon, you guys," he and Nasir led the way to the elevator.
"Eighth floor, right?" Carson hit the button.
"You figured that out all by yourself?" Emmett teased as the doors closed on them and whisked them upward.
"I know your address. Unit eight oh eight. I managed to put two and two together," Carson nodded.
"You must be smarter than you look," Emmett nudged his brother in the arm.
"I'd really like to swear a blue streak at you right now," Carson gave a sigh.
"I like you as a father," Emmett smiled as the elevator doors parted on the eighth floor. Emmett and Nasir led the way down the hall to their door. "Here we are," Emmett unlocked the door let them all in. Their family walked in through the foyer and headed through into the living room.
"Laundry room, kitchen," Emmett narrated as they walked through.
"Look at that view!" Noreen headed into the dining room. "And what a nice little balcony to enjoy it!"
"I like it, you guys," Sonja approved.
"Thanks, Sonja," Emmett smiled. He looked to the one person whose opinion mattered the most. "Bedroom down there," Emmett pointed through the living room.
"And our home office through here," Nasir gestured through the dining room.
"Oh, yeah. Nice," Sonja poked her head into the office.
Auguste reserved judgment until she walked through the whole place. She walked up to her older son and patted his arm. "Ist ein gute zuhause," she smiled at him.
"Danke, Mutti," Emmett was grateful. Nasir walked up to them and Auguste smiled at him as she put a hand to his face and patted his cheek.
"She says we have a good home," Emmett translated.
"Thank you. I think so too," Nasir smiled at his partner.
"Spaten!" Carson called triumphantly from the kitchen, in the open refrigerator door. An opener was easily located in the nearest drawer and Carson popped the top.
"Help yourself, Car," Emmett called to his brother.
"Thank you, I will," Carson happily took a gulp. He leaned on the breakfast counter. "A man works up quite a thirst driving a car like that through town turning all the hottie's heads, huh, Nasir?"
"Were you turning girls' heads, Nasi?" Emmett asked.
"I did not notice," Nasir shook his head.
"I did," Carson assured.
"And you'll be doing no more of that," Sonja warned.
"Hey, you know there's only one girl for me," Carson stepped around the counter and took his wife in his arms.
"So, what do you guys wanna do?" Emmett asked. "You wanna just chill here?"
"We can walk around here downtown?" Auguste asked.
"Sure we can. We could walk down to Pioneer Square if you want. It's like eight blocks, if you want to go for a nice long walk," Emmett suggested.
"Ja, gute," Auguste gave a firm nod.
"It's a long walk, Gram. Is that okay?" Emmett asked.
"She is fine," Auguste stated.
"I walk everyday. I can out walk all of ya," Noreen waved an arm.
"Let's go," Emmett herded the family out the door.
They headed out the main front entrance onto 3rd Avenue. Emmett, Nasir and Carson had to match their pace to those with shorter legs. Noreen toddled along behind, but never slowed down or lost her wind. They made the circuit of Pioneer Square and walked through Occidental Park.
"This is so pretty here," Auguste commented.
"It's one of the oldest sections of the city. It's full of art galleries and cafés now," Emmett explained. He pointed ahead as they drew close to Main Street. "Actually, one of the biggest and nicest galleries down here is that one right there. It's owned by Seth's husband Garrett and their sister-in-law."
"We can stop in, if you would like," Nasir offered.
"Let's do," Sonja decided.
"I see big cranes down there, Em. Is that the port?" Carson held the shoulder straps of his son's backpack and gestured with his head.
"The main part of the commercial port, yeah," Emmett answered. "You saw most of the ferry terminals and the cruise ship port when we drove along the waterfront on our way to lunch."
"I'll bet you have some good seafood restaurants around here," Noreen surmised.
"Yes we do," Nasir confirmed. "Elliott's Oyster House is right down on the wharf. It is exceptional. The oyster bar alone is over twenty feet long."
"I don't know if I want an oyster bar," Noreen tried not to make a face.
"They don't just do oysters, Gram. They do every kind of seafood," Emmett added.
"I'd love a good seafood place," Noreen hinted.
"I'd just rather chill at Em and Nasir's with a good beer tonight," Carson stated.
"They do a real nice steak at Elliott's too," Emmett pointed out.
"Oh, yeah?" Carson was suddenly more interested. "Still, I think I would rather just chill at your place."
Emmett just smiled as he held open the door of Artforte for his family to enter.
"Oh, ja," Auguste nodded to herself. She was immediately impressed.
"Good afternoon. If you need any help, oh, hey," the stocky young man with the military style brush cut greeted the new arrivals and gave a wave as he recognized two of them. Moose wore baggy jeans and dark blue tee shirt.
"Hello, Moose," Nasir smiled.
"Hey, Moose," Emmett walked in last. "Just giving the family the grand tour. Melinda here?"
"Nope," Moose shook his head. "Actually, you just missed everybody. The whole gang was just here. They had to go get ready 'cause the judge is taking them all to dinner at Rover's."
"That's the nicest restaurant in town," Emmett observed.
"I am sorry that we missed them," Nasir expressed.
"So long as we're here, Moose, this is my mom, my grandmother, my brother Carson, his wife Sonja, and that's their son Connor up on my brother's back," Emmett pointed to each one.
"Nice to meet you all," Moose smiled. "You're all in for these guys' wedding?"
"Yep," Carson put a hand on Nasir's shoulder. "This guy's finally gonna make an honest man of my big brother," he teased.
"Nice," Emmett nodded.
"Oh," Auguste slapped her younger son lightly on his shoulder as she stepped past him. "Nice to meet you, young man. Is it Moose? Like the big animal, a moose? Do I hear that right?"
"Yes, ma'am. That's what everybody has called me since I was a kid and I like it way better than Stanley," Moose stated.
"Ach. So Moose it is," Auguste concluded. "What a nice place this is," she gestured around.
"Yes, ma'am. I sure do enjoy working here. And they didn't leave me all alone this time. Molly," Moose called.
From the employees only corridor to the back rooms came a young woman dressed in a short skirt and tight blouse that highlighted her generous breasts. She was not thin, but neither was she overweight. Like Moose, she had meat on her bones. She wore a pair of narrow framed glasses on her pleasant face.
"This is my girl. Molly, I don't think you ever met Emmett and Nasir," Moose began.
"I've certainly heard your names," Molly smiled.
"Hi, Molly," Emmett greeted.
"Hello, Molly. Nice to meet you," Nasir expressed.
"This is our family, mom, grandmother, brother, his wife and their child," Emmett gave the abridged version.
"Hi," Molly gave a little wave. "Would you guys like to look around? Moose can pack up anything you want," she was ever the little salesperson.
"We walked here, actually," Emmett pointed out.
"Moose is a strong guy. He'll carry it home for you," Molly patted her man's back.
"Oh, thanks," Moose shook his head.
"Carson, check this out," Sonja gravitated to a remarkably fine sculpture of a naked male figure on a nearby pedestal.
"You would notice that," Carson shook his head.
"Of course I did," Sonja walked slowly around it.
"That's one of my favorites too," Emmett agreed.
"Oh, see that? Sorry, Honey. It's a gay statue," Carson teased.
"And it's only twenty three thousand dollars. Have Moose wrap this up for me, Carson," Sonja instructed.
"Oh, sure," Carson gave a slow nod.
"At that price, why not get two?" Emmett gave a grin.
"At that price, I should be able to drive it home," Carson countered.
Nasir drew closer to Moose to speak with him quietly. "Moose, you met the judge?"
"Yeah. I met him last time, actually. I met all Justin and Garrett's family when they were in for Garrett and Seth's wedding," Moose informed. "I didn't think they would come back so soon. Oh, they're here for your wedding. I just figured that out."
"Yes," Nasir confirmed. "What is your impression of him, the judge?"
"He's real nice. He seems like a quiet, easy going guy. And he's like, scary smart. I see where Garrett and Justin get it," Moose summed up.
"I see. Thank you," Nasir nodded to himself.
"Thank you for finding a reason to bring Zack and Leo back to town again so soon too. They went back not that long ago, 'cause Zack's gotta start school again. I didn't think I would get to see them till probably the holidays. We all had a great time on Labor Day. We built a big bonfire out on the beach. It was great to have those two with us," Moose expressed.
"That is nice. I am sure they enjoyed it too," Nasir smiled.
"They went to Spokane, of course, but they're coming back tonight, I'm pretty sure," Moose stated.
"I hope so. We need them tomorrow for something Sethy has planned, though I do not know what it is," Nasir shook his head.
"Seth is good at that, isn't he, keeping secrets?" Moose mused.
"Both at keeping them and divining them," Nasir agreed.
"Okay, you guys, ready to move on?" Emmett herded. "Moose, good to see you. Molly, nice to meet you at last."
"Nice to meet you guys at last," Molly gave a final wave.
"Have a good time at the wedding," Moose expressed.
"Auf wiedersehen," Auguste smiled as they all headed out the door onto Occidental.
After a short turn through a little more of Pioneer Square, they headed back toward downtown.
"There," Auguste marched up the front steps of her first born's building. "Is a good long walk."
"We're so healthy, we'll live forever," Noreen agreed. "Now let's have a drink!"
"Sounds good, Gram," Emmett chuckled as he swiped his key card to let them all in. Nasir trotted ahead to touch the elevator call button and in no time they were stepping out on the eighth floor.
"Everyone, make yourselves at home," Emmett bid as he let the group into his and Nasir's condo.
"Yes, please. Our home is your home," Nasir echoed the sentiment.
"I know there's a Spaten with my name on it," Carson knelt down for Sonja to lift Connor out of the backpack.
"You know it, Car," Emmett assured.
"Really, all I'd like is a nice cup of coffee," Noreen put her purse down on the floor and herself on the sofa.
"And I shall make you some," Nasir headed for the kitchen.
"You have wine?" Auguste asked as she settled herself at the dining room table.
"Columbia Crest riesling from right here in Washington is waiting in the fridge. I'll open it right now," Emmett followed his partner.
"I'd love a glass of wine too, Em," Sonja called as she followed behind her son.
"Coming right up," Emmett joined Nasir and Carson in the kitchen. "Oh, thanks, Car," he replied as his brother thrust an already open Oktoberfest bottle into is hand. "Hey, there's juice boxes in here too," Emmett extracted a little box along with the bottle of wine from the refrigerator. "He drinks apfel, right?"
Nasir smiled to himself as he measured scoops of coffee into the filter of their coffeemaker. His partner said apple in German and Nasir was sure he was the only one who noticed it.
"That's perfect. Thanks, Em," Carson stuck the little straw into the box and headed out of the kitchen. "Hey, Con, you thirsty?"
Emmett snaked his arms around Nasir's waist as he stepped up behind his lover. Nasir stood at the sink filling the carafe with water for the coffeemaker. He smiled as his partner's loving arms encircled him.
"Thank you," Emmett whispered into Nasir's right ear before he kissed it.
"What for, Habibi?" Nasir turned to capture Emmett's full lips in a soft kiss.
"For making everything so incredibly easy. For making me love you," Emmett answered.
"Thank you for being my whole world," Nasir gave Emmett another loving kiss which he eagerly returned.
"You want a Spaten?" Emmett asked as he stepped back.
"Your brother already asked me. I think I will have a Laphraoig," Nasir poured the water into the coffeemaker and switched it on.
"Okay, Babe," Emmett gave his lover a pat on the butt and kiss on the back of his neck before he poured two glasses of wine and carried them out of the kitchen.
"Oh, ja. This is nice," Auguste approved of her son's choice of wine.
"Thanks, Emmett," Sonja took her glass from him while she still followed her son around the furniture. Connor found it great fun to circle the sofa and run to his father's legs over and over again.
"Hey," Carson smiled at his son as the child did it yet again.
"So what does everyone want on their pizza?" Emmett took a seat in the living room.
"Do they do a veggie?" Sonja asked. "Like tomatoes and basil, mushrooms and onion and such?"
"I honestly don't know. I imagine they do," Emmett surmised.
"I like pepperoni," Noreen spoke up.
"You can eat pepperoni, Gram?" Carson asked.
"It doesn't like me back, but I don't let that stop me," Noreen stated.
"I know what you like, Car. What about you, Mutti?" Emmett called behind him.
"I eat anything," Auguste took another satisfying sip of her wine.
"What does Nasir eat on his pizza? Everything is pork," Carson observed.
"He gets one with chicken. It's almost like a chicken parm pizza," Emmett answered.
"Oh, wow. That sounds good, actually," Carson considered.
"I am quite sure you could persuade him to share with you," Emmett smiled though he knew the additional meaning of that statement was lost on his brother.
"Here we are," Nasir walked out of the kitchen to join them with his tumbler in one hand and a big mug of hot coffee in the other. "For you, Grandmother," he handed the mug to Noreen.
"Thank you, Nasir," Noreen took a careful sip as Nasir sat down on the floor at Emmett's feet. She soon discovered that a generous quantity of Frangelico had been poured into her coffee. "Mmm. You sure do know how to take good care of your old granny."
"It is my pleasure," Nasir smiled from where he settled back against Emmett's chair, between his partner's legs. Emmett ran his fingers lovingly through the hair on the back of Nasir's head. Nasir took a sip of his now delightfully cold scotch and rubbed Emmett's calf though his pant leg.
"Oh, Habibi, is it time to get out, that thing?" Nasir was deliberately cryptic.
"Oh!" Emmett immediately knew what he was talking about. "Yes, Babe. Yes it is. Car," Emmett looked to his brother as his lover stood up from the floor, "Nasi needs to show you something in the bedroom."
"Well," Carson hesitated, "if he can't show me whatever it is, here in front of the ladies, I'm not sure I want to see it."
"You are such a pain in the ass," Emmett expressed.
"Language," Sonja reminded.
"Sorry," it was not always easy for Emmett to remember to edit his words.
"Yeah, Em. You think I want one of my son's first words to be ass?" Carson demanded. Connor, with his mother close behind, toddled past the back of the sofa at just that moment. Sonja was in the perfect place to give her husband a smack in the back of his head.
"Ow!" Carson did not see it coming and rubbed the back of his head.
"Will you please get up off your annoying little hind end and join my partner in the bedroom," Emmett asked again in an exaggerated manner.
"Fine, jeez," Carson finally got up and headed for the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Nasir pulled out a pale blue box from under some clothing in a bureau drawer.
"Nasir, I hope you're still dressed," Carson called as he walked into the bedroom.
"Of course I am," Nasir laughed. "We wanted to show you this," he opened the box and handed it to Carson.
"Oh, man," Carson admired the ornate silver locket that rested within.
"This is our present to your mother," Nasir informed.
"Yeah, Em said you guys got Mutti a beautiful locket," Carson then recognized the box. "Fuck, is this from Tiffany's?"
"I picked it up at the original Fifth Avenue store in New York," Nasir confirmed.
"Is she ever gonna love this! Did you put your picture in it already?" Carson ever so carefully opened the locket.
"We can't figure out how to do it," Nasir admitted.
"That's no problem. Sonja can," Carson handed the box back to Nasir and walked to the open bedroom door. "Honey, I need you. And bring your purse."
In the living room Sonja understood exactly what her husband meant. She was prepared. "Oma, will you watch this little monkey for a minute or two?"
"Ja," Auguste stood up from her seat at the dining room table. Sonja grabbed her purse from where she left it with Connor's bag and headed for the bedroom. Emmett rose to follow her.
"Let's see," Sonja walked into the bedroom.
"What do you think?" Emmett put a hand on his brother's shoulder as he joined them.
"I think you knocked this one out of the park, Bro," Carson expressed. "Mutti's gonna flip."
"It's beautiful," Sonja agreed as she took it out of the box. She laid it on the bed and then knelt on the floor beside the bed. "Get me your picture," she instructed as she extracted an envelope and a pair of tiny scissors from her purse.
"We would have tried to put our picture in, but we couldn't get it," Emmett offered as Nasir retrieved an envelope with their picture from the same drawer.
"What you need is small, nimble fingers. Leave it to me," Sonja assured.
"As soon as we're done here let's get the pizzas ordered. I'm getting hungry," Carson rubbed his flat stomach.
"Nasi, Carson might want some of your pizza. I'll order you a large," Emmett informed.
"Carson can have anything he wants," Nasir smiled at the McCarty brothers.
"I will remind you that you said that the next time you hand me car keys," Carson smiled. He looked to his brother. "Shit, Em. A Maserati? I'd sleep with him for one of those."
Emmett's booming laugh completely drowned out Sonja's giggle. They both knew better than that.
Nasir slipped his arm around Carson's waist. "What color would you like?"
"Oh, ho, no. Wait now," Carson put up his hands and slipped away to stand on the other side of his brother. "Just playin'. Just playin', Bro."
"You just bit off more than you can chew, Car," Emmett informed.
"Nasir, you do all the gay, whatever it is, with this guy, okay?" Carson patted his brother on the back.
"We have a deal," Nasir smiled at his partner.
"Alright, you three goofballs, check this out," Sonja had worked quickly while they were teasing each other. She stood up and held the locket for them to examine. On the left side was a picture of Emmett and Nasir. On the right was a picture of Carson, Sonja and Connor.
"She is gonna love this," Carson did not notice that he stood in the center with Emmett and Nasir crowded in close on both sides.
"You want me to wrap it for you?" Sonja asked as she placed the locket back in it's box.
"Would you?" Emmett headed for the closet.
"Go order. Where do you want me to put it when I'm done?" Sonja asked.
"In this drawer," Nasir pulled it open.
"Thanks, Sonja," Emmett rubbed her back a quick moment as he dropped the wrapping paper and related supplies on the bed. He then took Nasir's hand and they walked out of the bedroom together.
"Ask me where I'd like to put it," Carson pressed his body up against his wife from behind and circled her small waist with his hands.
"I don't need to ask. I already know," Sonja rubbed the strong arms that enfolded her.
"In that case," Carson bent to apply his lips to the side of her creamy, slender neck.
"Down, boy," Sonja instructed. "How about we save it for when we get back to the hotel? Your mom can take Connor for the night. We can put those bath products Emmett and Nasir gave us to good use. You can open the wine and we can feed each other chocolates while we soak together," she proposed. Sonja turned in his arms to face her husband. "How about it?" she asked as she slipped one hand between them to grip his growing hardness in his jeans.
"Oh, fuck," Carson whispered as he felt his wife's fingers curl around his expanding bulge. "Take it out and suck on me for a minute. I'll close the door."
"I could do that, but if you wait, I'll suck it nice and slow for as long as you want later," Sonja promised.
"Let me do the work, then," Carson moved his hands to the button of his wife's jeans. "Let me kiss and lick my sweet little pearl."
"When we get back to the hotel," Sonja held her husband's wrists and looked up into his McCarty crystal blues as he tried to get into her jeans, "you can lick me all you want."
"You can count on that. We aren't even gonna make it to the tub," Carson warmed. "Em!" he called as he let go of his wife and pulled away. "Let's get those pies ordered right now!" Carson demanded as he walked out of his brother's bedroom.
Emmett lay naked and spread eagle on his back on the king sized bed he shared with his partner. The bed clothes were already pulled down and ready for them. Emmett relaxed in the light of only one bedside lamp while he waited for his partner. It was only another moment before Nasir walked out of the bathroom, equally naked. Emmett smiled as he watched his lover's manhood swing as he crossed to the bed.
"Mmm. This is a most inviting sight," Nasir crawled onto the foot of the bed.
"I was just thinking that," Emmett conveyed. Nasir crawled between Emmett's legs and laid down on his stomach so that his head settled on Emmett's stomach. He could feel the thick German meat against his chest.
"What a day, huh?" Emmett ran his fingers through his lover's thick, black hair.
"I had a very good time today. I love all of them, Habibi," Nasir spoke with the left side of his face on Emmett's rippled abdomen. He absently rubbed Emmett's ribs with the thumbs of both hands. "This is what it is supposed to be like in a family. This is what you have given me."
"The grandmother who, as often as not, is drunk. The mother who is usually pretty bossy. The really annoying little brother," Emmett listed.
"I do not find him annoying," Nasir stated.
"You find him hot," Emmett gave Nasir a tap on his head.
"He looks so much like you," Nasir protested.
"Let me give him a quick call. I'll get him to come back tonight. He and I can lay here naked together for you," Emmett offered.
Nasir lifted his head to look up at Emmett. "Would you?" his eyes were wide with that exciting prospect.
"No!" Emmett laughed. "Imagine what he would say!"
"It is fun to joke with him, but I know he really has no idea," Nasir laid his head back down on Emmett.
"And we don't want him to figure it out. It would probably make him uncomfortable," Emmett surmised.
"Then he should not offer himself to me for something I would most happily provide," Nasir gave a sigh.
"Oh my God, I know. He walked right into that!" Emmett laughed at the memory. He contemplated a moment. "You know, as much as I complain, we really do have a great family."
"They are all good people," Nasir agreed. "And Connor will be too."
"How can you tell?" Emmett asked as his fingers traced lazy patterns on Nasir's scalp.
"Being raised by such people, how can he not be?" Nasir reasoned.
"I'm sure you're right, but I might point out that you and Kasim were both raised by the same people," Emmett noted.
"It must be that even terrible people can get something occasionally right in spite of themselves," Nasir offered.
"Must be, 'cause you turned out just right," Emmett moved his hands to rub Nasir's strong shoulders.
"That feels good," Nasir sighed.
"You feel good all over," Emmett stated.
"So do you," Nasir ran his hands up to grip Emmett's pecs.
"Hmm," Emmett enjoyed the sensation of his lover's fingers moving lightly over his nipples.
"It is so hard for me in New York without you," Nasir confessed.
"Me too, Nasi," Emmett moved one hand to rub the back of Nasir's neck.
"I wish you could come with me," Nasir expressed.
"Me too, Babe. And I am going to start doing that. This last time wasn't really a big deal, but the time before that nearly killed me. I know you have a job to do and I don't want you to worry about me, but I am going to fly to New York right from work on Friday if I have to. If you have to spend weeks again, at least we can be together on the weekends," Emmett revealed his plan.
"That is so nice to hear. I do not ever want to be apart from you. I love you so much, my Emmett," Nasir spoke from his heart.
"I love you too, Nasir, my Arab prince," Emmett offered in return. Nasir smiled against Emmett's abdomen. He was not a prince, far from it, but it made him feel good when Emmett called him that.
Both men continued to gently and lovingly caress each other until sleep finally overtook them.