AUTHOR'S NOTES:
So, I meant to get this out yesterday, but just ran out of time. The story continues...
Giant smooch to my beloved sister for her giant brain in remembering everything I forget and all the dusting. Additional smooches go to Maureen, Rebecca and Kate.
How great was Errors 59? I can't get enough of those two together.
Anyone who has not read the incredible Equal & Opposite, or is not now reading the brilliance that is Errors & Omissions should go do so right now. Links to both stories are in my profile.
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 22: Brunch
All was quiet on the seventh floor of the Sorrento Hotel when Seth and Garrett emerged from the elevator. Seth wore snug jeans that zipped from the very low rise waistband in front to the waistband in back, and in which the resting King could not be more obvious. With this he wore an open, cream colored, long sleeved light cotton shirt over a red, form fitting tank top that almost met his jeans. This inch of visible dark skin, particularly what he could see of Seth's happy trail, drove his husband crazy. Seth knew it, and loved it. Garrett was stylish, but casual in a pink polo shirt and his own snug jeans. Both men wore sandals and Seth had a grouping of long leather cords that he almost wore as a belt. It was linked through only one belt loop, on the left side, so that the knot and dangling cords hung down off his right hip.
It was a short walk to the double doors of the penthouse Luxury Suite.
Garrett gave a rap on the right door. "Boys," he called.
"We don't need to knock, Honey," Seth produced one of their set of keys to the wedding night suite, unlocked the door and opened it. Garrett followed his husband inside.
"Emmy, Nasir," Seth called as he and Garrett walked into the still, silent suite. The fire in the wood burning fireplace had long gone out. Garrett didn't fail to notice the bisht, ghutra, igal and taqiyah laying on the sofa near the fireplace.
"Here's Nasir's clothes strewn around again," Garrett commented. "And are those Emmett's boxers?"
"Nasir wasn't wearing that last night," Seth pointed and proceeded toward the bedroom. The double doors stood open, just as Emmett and Nasir had left them. In the king bed, Emmett and Nasir were still sound alseep.
"Damn, they musta wore each other out," Seth found this thought very amusing. "Hey, you marys!" he climbed up onto the bed from the foot. "C'mon, Gar, let's snuggle up."
Emmett was spooning Nasir and they were covered only just to their ribs by the sheet and thin blanket. Both men started to stir as Seth crawled into place in front of Nasir. Seth laid on his side, lifted Nasir's arm up and slid himself back into place so that he was under Nasir's arm, being spooned by the bigger man. Just as soon as Seth wiggled himself back against Nasir, he encountered something he should well have been expecting.
"Uh, oh," Seth could easily feel, even through denim, blanket and sheet, a hard Arab cock. It pressed the cool metal teeth of his unique zipper into his butt.
"Seth?" Emmett lifted his head. His own big dick was very happily nestled in the furry crack of his husband's ass.
"Mmm," Nasir groaned and opened his eyes. There was no question who the much smaller, darker man with the long raven hair was. "Look, Habibi, there is a sexy little bottom in bed with us," Nasir tightened his arm around Seth's chest. "I think he wants some," Nasir pressed his hips forward.
"Hey!" Seth scrambled out from under Nasir's arm. "Don't push that thing into my butt!"
"It is such a cute little butt and I am so hard. What else am I supposed to do with it?" Nasir asked with a sleepy smile.
"Put it back in his butt!" Seth pointed at Emmett.
"What a good idea. Roll over, Habibi," Nasir bid, but made no attempt to roll over himself.
"Sorry," Seth informed. "You horny bitches don't have time right now. It's after nine thirty!"
"It is nine thirty three," Garrett was precise. "Your guests will be here in less than half an hour, and the staff to set up in twelve minutes."
"So what are you still doing in bed?" Seth demanded. "Were you up late?"
"Very," Nasir confirmed.
"We're still up," Emmett pressed his erection into his husband's butt with a kiss to Nasir's shoulder.
"Well, see your still up selves into the shower, please. Or were you planning on having everyone pass through here to watch you fuck before they eat?" Seth climbed off the bed and stood beside it with this little fists on his narrow hips.
"We can fuck out there," Emmett tightened his arms around Nasir and kissed the back of his neck. Nasir closed his eyes and basked in his husband's loving embrace.
"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Seth grabbed the covers and pulled them down. "Up with you two!" he commanded, and immediately realized what he said. "I mean, out of bed with you two!"
"Alright," Emmett sat up. "We're coming, you little slave driver."
"Better not be!" Seth laughed. The brought a chuckle from Emmett as well as he sat rubbing his eyes beside his still prone husband.
"I shall start the shower for you," Garrett headed into the bathroom.
Nasir rolled onto his back, reached up to the headboard and spread his legs. "Errah!" he indulged himself in a long, slow, fully exposed and erect stretch from head to toe. That they were both naked and hard in front of Seth and Garrett, neither he nor Emmett cared one bit. When Nasir was done he just lay still and smiled up at Seth.
"Don't think you can distract me with your sexy," Seth closed his eyes and shook his head. "I am immune to your powers."
"Seth, how could you be?" Emmett spread his hands. "Look at this sexy, sweet smile," he ran the back of his fingers gently across Nasir's cheek. "This really hot, hairy chest," Emmett moved his hand down to run his fingers across his husband's left pec.
"Your shower is warming up," Garrett emerged from the bathroom.
"Have you met this guy?" Seth cocked a thumb over his shoulder at Garrett. "Cause that's the answer to your question."
"What was the question?" Garrett asked. "What did I just walk into the middle of?"
"And Seth, this especially," Emmett wrapped his hand around Nasir's long, hard cock and gave him a slow, gentle stroke.
"Mmm," Nasir enjoyed his husband's touch as much as he enjoyed Emmett extolling his virtues. "Do not stroke me in front of Garrett and Sethy, Habibi."
"No?" Emmett did not give Nasir's bone another jack, but neither did he let go of it.
"No. Suck," Nasir reached up to the back of Emmett's head.
"Oh, okay," Emmett was all for that and willingly allowed himself to be pulled down toward his husband's expectant penis.
"Don't you dare put your mouth on that!" Seth commanded with a pointed finger. "Your guests will be here any minute! And the staff even sooner!"
"Will your dick give me a rain check, Babe?" Emmett smiled.
"My dick is yours," Nasir confirmed.
"Okay, let's get in the shower," Emmett finally released Nasir's pole, patted his thigh and climbed over him to get off of the bed. Nasir sat up, swung his legs over the side and rose to follow.
"I'll teach you two to give me a hard time. Go!" Seth smacked each bare butt. Emmett and Nasir just chuckled as they headed for the bathroom, erections pointing the way.
"I'm dealing with two horny teenagers!" Seth was exasperated. Garrett just chuckled to himself as Seth followed the naked men.
"I want you two showered and teeth brushed in double quick time!" Seth dictated as he walked into the bathroom behind Emmett and Nasir.
"The Great and Powerful Oz has spoken!" Emmett intoned in a booming voice.
"I swear, Mary," Seth made a fist. Then he noticed an object he did not expect to see on the vanity near one of the sinks. "Hey, what's your phone doing in the bathroom?"
Emmett said nothing as he picked it up, called up the pictures, and handed it over to Seth.
"Ha!" Seth found the shot of them crossing swords very amusing. Emmett just smiled to himself as he followed Nasir into the shower enclosure and into the water.
"Ha!" Seth scrolled through the impromptu wedding night photo shoot. He leaned on the vanity and paid no attention to the men who washed their hair and bodies in the clear glass enclosure right in front of him. Seth only looked up when the water was shut off and Nasir stepped out to grab fresh towels.
"You should always wear your bisht like this, Nasir. That's pretty hot!" Seth held up the screen side of Emmett's phone.
"Oh!" Nasir's face lit up. "You have seen them already," he handed a towel to his husband. "Have you seen the ones of Emmett? Those are hot! There are some on my phone too."
"Meh," Seth gave a shrug gestured toward Emmett with the cell. "I've been looking at this big, naked, lug for close to a decade."
Garrett strode into the bathroom at that moment, pale blue boxers in hand. "I picked up the clothes that were strewn about the living room. I know what you had on under your tux, Nasir, so I conclude these must be Emmett's," he held up the discarded underwear he found on the floor. Nasir grabbed the pale blue Diesel boxers from Garrett and brought them to his face where he took a long, deep sniff.
"They are Emmett's," Nasir declared and handed them back.
"Ha!" Seth laughed. "I could have told you that without smelling them!"
"Obviously, I could too," Nasir bent to wipe down his hairy legs, "but that would not have been nearly as enjoyable."
"You don't have to sniff my underwear, Babe. You can have the real thing," Emmett ran his fingers down between his smooth scrotum and his thigh. "Again," he added.
"Oh, yes, I would like that," Nasir's filled with lust.
"I see you licking your lips, ya horny Arab," Seth pointed a finger. "Don't you even think about it."
"But, Sethy," Nasir began to protest.
"Don't you, but Sethy, me," Seth dictated. "You both need to get ready and right now. Brush your teeth."
"Sweetness, I'm going to run down and meet everyone," Garrett excused himself.
"I'm coming too, Honey," Seth put Emmett's phone down on the vanity and moved to follow his husband. He whirled around in the doorway with his fists on his hips. "Can I trust that cocks will stay out of mouths and assholes in the few seconds you two have left to get ready?"
"Can I fondle him at least?" Emmett asked.
"Fondle your toothbrush," Seth commanded before he dashed to join Garrett.
Garrett took his husband's hand as they walked through the suite, especially pleased that Seth would rather be with him than his best friend. They went out the double doors and made their way across to the elevators. The Sorrento, being a boutique hotel, had only two elevators in it's bank. The soft bell sounded twice, and the single light above the right elevator illuminated. After a delay of only a few short seconds the doors of the right elevator parted. Garrett allowed Seth to walk ahead of him into the empty car. Seth pushed the button for the lobby and the doors closed them in.
Even as Seth and Garrett's elevator doors were closing the bell sounded twice again. The light illuminated above the left elevator, the doors parted, and Edward, Cliff, Troy and Zack emerged. They all wore casual tee shirts and jeans, the younger men both in skinny jeans, just because they could. The double doors to the penthouse Luxury Suite were obvious to their right. Edward walked ahead and knocked on the door.
"Oh, look," Cliff noticed the small button. "This suite even has a door bell," he remarked as he reached to touch it.
Within the suite, at the double vanity in the master bath, Emmett and Nasir stood side by side, looking in the mirror and watching each other while they brushed their teeth.
"I'm clever enough, I can do both at once," Emmett spoke with a mouthful of toothbrush and toothpaste as he reached over and cupped both Nasir's soft cock and loose balls.
"Do what at once?" Nasir asked, his speech equally garbled.
"Fondle you, and my toothbrush," Emmett answered. Nasir just nodded, switched hands and grabbed Emmett's near cheek, letting his fingers stray into Emmett's damp crack.
Both men stopped when they heard the doorbell.
"What the hell?" Emmett furrowed his brow. "Did they both forget their keys?" he turned to walk out of the bathroom.
"Mmm!" Nasir grabbed Emmett's arm to stop him. He held out a towel, lest Emmett answer the door naked and it was hotel staff, rather than Seth and Garrett. Emmett just held his toothbrush in his mouth as he walked out into the bedroom and through into the living room, wrapping the towel about himself as he went.
Edward, Cliff, Troy and Zack did not expect a towel clad and toothbrush chomping groom to answer the door.
"Oh!" Cliff giggled. He alone was not accustomed to seeing so much of Emmett.
Emmett took his toothbrush out of his mouth and stepped back. "Hey, guys, c'mon in," he bid.
"Getting a late start, are we?" Edward asked as he led his group into the big suite.
"Yeah, you know how it is," Emmett gave a shrug. "Nasi was naked. I was naked. Things came up."
"Let me just guess what came up," Edward smirked.
"And please don't feel like you have to bother with a towel on our account," Troy quipped.
"Okay, I won't," Emmett pulled his towel off and flopped it over his shoulder as he turned and walked back toward the bedroom.
"Well," Cliff was not expecting this, "look at that."
"Hey, Eddie," Emmett called back from the bedroom doorway. "Take charge while Nasi and I finish getting ready, will you? The hotel staff should be here to set up any second."
"You mean Seth is going to let someone else supervise that?" Edward was flip. "Where are Seth and Garrett, anyway? I thought they would be up here by now."
"They've come and gone," Emmett informed. "They went down to meet Garrett's folks."
"Ah, gotcha," Edward nodded. Emmett then disappeared into the bedroom and bath.
In less than two minutes, Emmett's prediction came true. Still in usher mode, Troy answered the doorbell and stood back as a veritable army of hotel staff swarmed through the doors. Tables and stacks of chairs came rolling in first. There was little supervision to do as the hotel banquet staff had done this many times. In but five minutes, tables and linens were set up to make one enormous table out on the big terrace under the canvas canopy. The buffet and bar were set up, place settings for twenty were carefully arranged on the big table, along with beautiful flower arrangements. Then, just as quickly as they came, the army marched out.
Emmett and Nasir emerged from the bedroom, finally presentable. They both wore snug jeans, sandals, and matching black, deeply V necked tee shirts. Emmett's naturally stretched across his massive chest and displayed his nipples. Nasir's displayed his chest hair in a way his husband found irresistible.
"Oh, wow," Emmett looked out the now open French doors. "Looks great. Thanks, Eddie," Emmett gave Edward a hug first.
"Food will be up momentarilly, they said," Edward informed as his big friend embraced him.
"Great, I'm starved. Cliff," Emmett moved to their unexpected guest next. He was not aware of the rough night the thin blonde man had endured. The smile on Cliff's face now gave no trace of it.
"C'mere, Leo," Emmett lifted the smaller man up off the floor.
"I'm so glad we got all this time with you guys and to see you get married," Troy hugged Emmett back as tightly as he could. "And we got to spend time with Gem and Cap. This has just been the best trip ever!"
"I'm glad, Leo. It's always great to see you guys," Emmett gave the younger man a kiss on his cheek and finally set him down. "Now Zack," he reached for Troy's partner.
"Hey, thanks for showing off that nice backside," Zack teased as he took Troy's place in Emmett's arms. He reached around to pat Emmett's solid right cheek. "I'm a top, you know."
"Oh, little boy," Emmett ran his hands over the slender back of the tall, thin Zack and conformed their bodies together, "you just bit off more than you can chew!"
"Hands off that top! He's mine!" Troy declared.
"Hands off that bottom! He's mine!" Nasir joined the game. He and Troy pulled Zack and Emmett apart. Emmett and Zack both laughed good naturedly.
"I need a turn with this boy," Nasir finished with Zack as Emmett had.
"Okay, who needs a drink?" Emmett asked. "Oh, is the bar set up?"
"No, Em," Edward answered. "They should be," he was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. "And that's probably them."
"Leave the door to your ushers," Troy headed for the doors and did not hesitate to open them.
Four generations of McCartys waited on the other side. Connor was safe and secure once again, high on his tall father's back in his special backpack. All of Emmett and Nasir's family were dressed casually this morning as well. The ladies were all in jeans. Sonja's, naturally, were much more form fitting, just as her husband liked them on her. Carson wore jeans as well that were baggy in the crotch and seat like a straight man would wear, and a dark blue tee shirt with his department's logo on his left chest.
"Good morning," Troy greeted with a smile. "Please come in."
"Gute morgen, liebling jungen," August patted Troy's cheek while she kissed the other side of his face. She was quite fond of the shorter young man.
"Morning," Emmett strode forward to greet them with Nasir at his side. "Aren't you cute, way up here," he gently ran his big hand over Connor's head. Connor did think he was cute way, way up on his father's back, but now that he saw they had gotten where they were going, he wanted down. While Emmett and Nasir kissed the ladies good morning, Connor kicked and squealed.
"He's definitely ready to get down, Honey," Carson stated the obvious.
"Okay, down boy," Sonja commanded. Carson dropped to one knee so that his wife could lift their son out of his backpack.
"There," Sonja set Connor down on his little feet. "Okay, now, up boy," she smiled. She knew exactly where her husband's mind would take that.
"Always ready to do that for you, Honey," Carson stood up with a smile.
"I know you are," Sonja tilted her head up to receive his kiss on her lips, even as he shrugged off the backpack.
"So," Carson turned to his brother, the sweetness of his wife's lips fresh on his own, "where's the beer?"
"This is brunch, Car. We're going to be civilized. Even I won't be drinking beer. It's too early," Emmett chastised.
"I take civilized to mean fruity little drinks," Carson shook his head.
The doorbell sounded again and Troy, who had yet to walk away from the doors, opened them at once.
"And here's the bar now," Troy announced. "Please come right in. Everyone is very happy to see you," he bid. The uniformed hotel staffer pushed in his cart laden with carafes of orange juice and V8 with assorted accouterments, an enormous bowl of ice, bottles of champagne on ice, and a big bottle of vodka. He wheeled this out to the terrace and wasted no time setting up the bar for the eager guests.
Even before the bar was ready, the doorbell sounded again. The army had returned, this time bearing a dozen large trays and platters for the buffet. Sonja picked up her son and seated herself on the sofa near the fireplace with Connor in her lap to keep him out of harm's way, while the brigade marched in and back out.
"God damn, does that smell good," Carson rubbed his stomach. "I didn't realize how hungry I am."
"I was just thinking that," Emmett stood beside his brother and rubbed his own stomach in exactly the same way as they gazed longingly together toward the food. Neither McCarty man even realized that they did it.
"They are so cute," Nasir smiled at Sonja as she rose and let her son go.
"I know. They are," Sonja agreed with Nasir.
"Shall I man the bar?" Cliff volunteered. "Mimosas all around?" he called back from the terrace as he pulled a bottle from it's ice bucket.
"Yes," Emmett answered.
"No," Carson called right behind. "What else ya got? I thought I saw vodka."
"Yes you did," Cliff called back from outside. "We have a nice big bottle of Grey Goose out here. Would you prefer a bloody mary?"
"I would prefer a screwdriver," Carson yelled.
"Let's all go out on the terrace so you don't have to shout at him," Emmett suggested and led the general movement in that direction.
Cliff popped the cork from the first bottle of champagne and poured into crystal flutes conveniently arrayed on the bar.
"I'll help, Cliff," Zack pulled the lid off of a carafe of orange juice and set about finishing the mimosas. "You want one, Lee?"
"No. I'll just have a glass of juice," Troy answered.
"You can have one. I'll drive first if you want. You can nap," Zack smiled at his partner, ever concerned about the smaller man's health.
"I should drive first and let you nap, as demanding as I was all night," Troy smiled. "You have one."
"No, I don't need one," Zack poured a regular glass full of juice and handed it to Troy.
"Were you demanding all night?" Emmett asked quietly as he stepped up beside Troy.
"Zacky fucked me twice!" Troy confided in a whisper. "And I sucked him off at the mansion."
"I might let you drive first," Zack conceeded. "He took a lot out of me," he added for Emmett and Cliff.
"In more ways than one by the sound," Cliff giggled. He set the empty champagne bottle aside and filled a tall glass with ice. Cliff poured in a good double plus shot of Grey Goose and held it out for Zack to top off with orange juice. He plucked a plastic swizzle stick with the hotel logo atop it from a convenient holder to stir the cocktail. "Did someone order a screwdriver?"
"Yes, Sir," Carson walked out onto the terrace and gladly took it from Cliff. Emmett and Nasir passed out mimosas to the ladies and Edward before taking one for themselves.
Carson took a gulp of his drink. "Ho, man. You pour a great screwdriver, brother," Carson patted Cliff on the back. "This, Em, while looking like a fruity little drink, is actually very manly," he boasted.
"Oh, yeah, you're a stud," Emmett scoffed.
"He is," Nasir nodded. Carson just smiled broadly.
"He doesn't need your help, Babe," Emmett put his arm around his husband.
"Do you think you're pulling off manly holding a drink with a little swizzle stick?" Edward asked. Carson didn't answer, but pulled it out and handed it back to Cliff.
The Thompsons and the Clearwaters all arrived in one big group behind Seth, having all just met up in the lobby. Justin and Roberto were comfortable in jeans and tee shirts, while the judge wore a dark blue suit jacket over a white polo and tan dress pants. Melinda and Leah wore snug jeans and cotton tops. Celeste and her mother wore more formal slacks and silk blouses. Stephanie alone wore a dress.
Those already present were, by this time, all out on the terrace. It was little Connor who noticed the fresh arrivals first and very carefully stepped himself across the threshold into the suite.
"Look who came to greet us," Seth observed as he led the way.
"Oh, isn't he cute," Celeste found the little boy adorable.
"Hey, here's everybody," Emmett smiled broadly as he walked inside to greet the rest of his guests. Everyone followed him inside to do the same.
Connor watched the adults hug and kiss and shake each other's hands with a finger in his mouth. He barely took notice of the older child as she patted his head in passing. Connor looked over each adult carefully and didn't find the ones he was looking for.
"C'mon out to the bar, everyone," Carson spread his arms.
"What's up with that, Carson?" Seth pointed to the glass in Carson's hand. "A flute wouldn't do?"
"This is a screwdriver," Carson held it up.
"Oh, of course it is," Seth moved to walk past, but whirled around suddenly. "Hey! That looks an awful lot like a uniform!"
Carson looked down on himself and instantly regretted his choice of shirt this morning. "Uh, oh."
"Take it off!" Seth clapped.
"I sure will, Seth," Carson agreed. "Just as soon as I get home to Minnesota."
"Well," Seth put a thoughtful hand on his chin. "Minnesota is slightly out of my way."
"I tell you what, Seth. If you follow me all the way home," Carson began, "I'll let you-"
"Be very careful what you say to me next!" Seth pointed at the bigger man. "You think I won't?"
"He won't," Garrett put a restraining arm around Seth's shoulders as he stepped up beside him.
"Oh, busted!" Carson laughed.
"You're just lucky I'm a married man," Seth put his arm around Garrett as well and leaned into him.
"I'm lucky I'm a married man," Carson countered.
"Would everyone like a mimosa?" Cliff pulled a second bottle of champagne from it's ice.
"Darling?" George asked his wife.
"Of course," Celeste answered. "Mother?"
"Naturally," Estelle agreed, arm in arm with her fellow great grandmother.
"You go ahead with those mimosas, young man. I do believe I'll make myself a bloody mary," George rubbed his hands together as he looked over the bar.
"That actually sounds good, Dad. Make me one too," Justin urged.
"I will. Garrett?" George looked to his younger son.
"I'll join you," Garrett agreed. "Sweetness?"
"Nope. This is Thompson time. I'm fine with my mimosa," Seth stated. "Cliff, need any help?"
"Pour the juice?" Cliff looked up as he poured the champagne.
"Oh, Garrett," George picked up the bottle. "Grey Goose."
"I guess I'll have to make do," Garrett played along. George chuckled to himself as he filled three tall glasses with ice.
"Now, gather round, you two. I'll teach you how to make a proper bloody mary," George peppered the ice. He poured the vodka first, then the V8. Behind their father, Justin and Garrett stood obediently and looked to each other with the expressions they wore when indulging him. They could not count the number of times the judge had imparted this particular lesson.
"A few good squirts of Tabasco. There we are," George continued. "Now a little steak sauce. Just a very little. A few drops. Like that. Then a great deal of worcestershire. A good squeeze of lemon," he took a wedge, squeezed one into each drink and then dropped it in. "A big, fat olive on top. These are pimento stuffed, but onion or garlic are good too. And last, a nice sprig of celery," George put a short, leafy topped celery heart stalk in each and turned as he handed two of them to his sons.
"Thank you, Dad," Garrett took his.
"Looks perfect, Dad," Justin accepted his. Both younger Thompson men knew to wait while their father picked up his. For reasons none of them tried to explain, mixing and drinking bloody marys was a father-son bonding moment for the Thompson men. George touched his glass to both of his sons' glasses and finally they all took a sip. When they were all gathered for the holidays, George normally did this once with Justin and Garrett. Seth and Melinda let their men have this bonding time with their father.
"I know everyone is on a schedule and, personally, I'm starving, so if we all wanna dig in...," Emmett orchestrated.
"Good idea, big boy," Estelle patted his arm and steered Noreen toward the buffet with her.
"So," Seth stepped up to where his sister was nestled under her man's arm. "I'm gonna conclude Roberto is as big a stud as he looks, 'cause, you look tired," he smiled at Leah.
"Suffice it to say, I kept him up late and got him up early," Leah stated. Roberto only smiled at her.
"Did you now?" Seth grinned from ear to ear.
"I wake up, he's hard," Leah gave a shrug. "What are ya gonna do?"
"I can relate. I've been there," Seth made no attempt at subtlety as he looked Roberto over from head to toe. The straight man wasn't sure if he should be glad or horrified that he was getting used to it.
"I might could wish these fit him better," Seth hooked a finger in the left front pocket of Roberto's jeans.
"I'm a little afraid to tell him just how I woke up," Roberto gave a grin.
"Oh, no, do tell!" Seth was all eyes and ears.
"He woke up in my mouth, little brother. I imagine that's happened to Garrett a time or two," Leah was sure.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. We'll have to go inside so you can show me," Seth casuallly took a sip of his mimosa.
"That'll be the day. Let's get something to eat," Leah gestured.
"Good idea, Chula. I have to keep my strength up!" Roberto rubbed his stomach.
"The best thing about meals with Seth is that while he's eating, he has to be quiet," Leah remarked.
"Oh, har-de-har," Seth rolled his eyes.
"Hey, where's Con?" Carson asked his wife.
"He's inside," Sonja gestured. From where she stood Sonja was able to keep an eye on her son through the open French doors. Carson walked into the suite and Sonja followed.
"Whatcha doin', Buddy?" Carson asked his son. Connor stood watching the far doors and turned when his parents approached him from behind.
"I think he's looking for the other little boy," Sonja correctly surmised.
"Oh, yeah. What was his name?" Carson mused.
"Owen. The one with the bronze hair. He's a sweet little boy," Sonja reminded her husband.
"Right. Is that what you're doing, Con? Are you looking for Owen?" Carson squatted down beside his son and put his big hand on Connor's shoulder and back. The look on Connor's face made it more than clear that he was.
"He's not coming, Sweetheart. His mommies had something else for him and his brother to do this morning," Sonja spoke kindly to her little son.
"How about we go get some nummies?" Carson scooped Connor up in one arm as he stood. "I know you must be hungry. Daddy sure is. You want something nummy?" Carson put his other arm around his wife as he walked his family out to the buffet.
First there was a station of coffee, tea, and pitchers of orange, grapefruit and Washington apple juices. There were assorted breakfast breads, scones and muffins with jams, preserves and butter. A yogurt station had a fine selection of fruits and berries. The antipasti platter had prosciutto, mortadella, salami, Black Forest ham, herbed goat cheese, roasted peppers and spiced olives. There was a caprese salad of fresh sliced tomatoes with buffalo mozzarella and fresh basil. A seafood station had chilled cocktail prawns and smoked sea scallops with a spicy cocktail sauce. The warm dishes included Dungeness crab quiche, Tillamook cheddar scramble, thick sliced applewood smoked bacon and pork sausages, and a shredded potato gratin. There were also two versions of eggs benedict. The first had Portlock Alder smoked salmon with dill hollandaise for Nasir, Seth and Garrett. The second had filet mignon with béarnaise for Emmett, Carson, Justin and Roberto. Melinda chose the same as her husband, having discovered a sudden craving for red meat.
Emmett and Nasir sat side by side at one end of the wide table, while Seth and Garrett anchored the other end. On the inside of the table, from Nasir to Garrett sat Auguste, Carson, Sonja, Noreen, Estelle, Celeste, Stephanie and George. Along the outside, from Emmett to Seth sat Troy, Zack, Cliff, Edward, Roberto, Leah, Melinda and Justin. A high chair was waiting for Connor with Carson and Sonja, pulled up close to them. The thoughts of the group on this last morning together as they enjoyed the company of their family and anticipated long flights, just naturally turned to the future.
"So you guys are for sure coming out for Christmas again this year, right, Em?" Carson prompted.
"Absolutely we are," Nasir answered for them both. Emmett just smiled at his husband and reached over to rub his thigh. It warmed his heart and gave him a feeling of great contentment to see how completely the people to whom he was related by blood, and the man with whom he had chosen to share his life, were joined as one.
"Can we put up the tree again this year, Mutti?" Nasir went on to ask their mother. It also never failed to warm Emmett's heart to hear his husband say the word 'mutti' in his Arabic accent.
"Ja. That is your job now," Auguste patted her son-in-law's hand.
"Good. That's fine with me," Carson was relieved.
"You will still get it und have it ready," Auguste dictated.
"You guys wouldn't like to fly in a little early?" Carson asked.
"If we can fly out early, I'd love to," Emmett answered. "Right after you do that," he pointed at his brother with his fork. Emmett well remembered, especially as the older brother, trips with their mother to the tree lot passing by countless trees that were prefectly fine to find just exactly the right one, when they all looked exactly the same.
"Great," Carson nodded.
"I know how to pack this time, so we can take the snowmobiles out again," Nasir enthused. "But not on the lake."
"Nein, not on the lake," Auguste agreed. Emmett and Carson tried to hide the fact that they rolled their eyes in unison.
"What about you guys, Leo? You guys comin' home for the holidays?" Emmett asked.
"We'll do what we did last year," Troy answered. "We spend Christmas eve with mom and Christmas day with dads."
"How do you do that exactly?" Seth asked from the far end of the table.
"Once I start winter break and just as soon as Lee can get off work, we fly up here to be with mom," Zack began.
"Dads buy us tickets," Troy added.
"They do," Zack agreed. "They're very good to us. We spend as long as we can with mom. We do Christmas eve with her. Then we sleep for a little bit. We have an early Christmas morning flight to Spokane where Pops picks us up. Baba and Cliff's mom have a huge, wonderful breakfast ready for us. Cliff and Derek and Cliff's dad were waiting in the driveway for us last year."
"It's really cute how excited Pops and Baba get when you two are coming home," Cliff smiled at the thought. "Especially when you're almost there."
"Pops and Baba?" George pointed out the code words.
"My dads," Troy gave the simple explanation.
"I see. That's nice," George nodded.
"You guys all flying out to Philly?" Emmett asked.
"They are," George confirmed on his children's behalf.
"Another sleigh ride in the park this year, Sweetness?" Garrett asked his husband.
"I would love that," Seth stated.
"We might join you this time," Justin put an arm around his wife.
"Oh," Seth was struck by a thought. "I can't wait to see what you get me this year!" he eyed the big fancy intense yellow diamond that adorned his finger.
"Will you fly with us as far as Minneapolis?" Nasir asked. He very much enjoyed doing that with them last year.
"Absolutely," Garrett confirmed.
"What are your plans for the holidays, Leah?" Melinda asked her close friend.
"We'll do Christmas Eve with Roberto's family," Leah answered.
"Oh, we will?" Seth asked. It was lost on no one, and least of all Seth, that Leah and Roberto were a 'we.'
"Christmas Eve is the big deal where I come from, not Christmas day," Roberto explained. "Then we'll go to midnight mass."
"Midnight mass?" Seth asked.
"All the family goes," Leah answered.
"We do?" Seth could not help himself.
"Then on Christmas we can fly out if you want, Chula," Roberto put his arm on the back of Leah's chair. He was being supportive, but he had unknowingly stepped right into a minefield.
Seth carefully set his fork down. "Fly out," he paused dramatically, "where?"
"To the rez," Leah answered guardedly.
"You're taking Roberto to the rez, to meet her," Seth fought to keep his tone neutral.
"Sweetness," Garrett rubbed Seth's back in an effort to both calm and distract him.
"We haven't made any plans. We just kicked the idea around a bit," Leah dismissed.
"I would like to see where you come from," Robero lifted Leah's hand to his face and kissed it.
"Oh, it's a garden spot," Seth was sarcastic.
"Edward," Garrett tried another tactic, "do you have any plans with Jasper for the holidays?"
"We haven't had time to think that far," Edward admitted. With his honest answer to Garrett's entirely legitimate question, Edward provided the perfect distraction. "Jas usually spends Thanksgiving with one parent and Christmas with the other, but the location depends on his work schedule. If things work out, maybe I'll take my mom to Arizona or New York for Christmas."
"As long as you are together," Nasir brought the point home.
"Right," Emmett took his husband's hand.
"Ja, with the people who love you," Auguste added her two cents.
"It sounds like we all have some wonderful plans for the holidays," Celeste smiled around the table. "I personally can't wait," she set her utensils down across her plate and lifted her napkin to the corners of her mouth.
"Oh, Edward," Roberto spoke to the man next to him. "I just remembered. Al's taking a medical day, week from Tuesday, I think. Some test or other. You think you might want to do a ride along? I can ask Rusty, but you get first pick."
"A week from Tuesday would be great," Edward enthused. "That's right before my day off, so it works perfectly. Thanks, Roberto."
"It's a date," Roberto confirmed with a grin.
"A date," Seth chuckled, partially recovered from his sister's shocking announcement. "Hey, speaking of holidays and vacations, we would love all of you to come out skiing with us sometime this winter."
"We are going skiing," Leah stated. "When you guys are all on your honeymoon. Just leave me the keys."
"Are all four of you honeymooning together?" Carson only just realized that particular fact.
"We are," Emmett confirmed.
"You guys must be closer than I thought," Carson quipped.
"It is a two bedroom suite," Nasir informed. "But it has just one hot tub, and a private pool."
"Wow, Babe, that sounds really nice," Emmett had not heard those details until this moment.
"And there's never a need for more than one of each of those," Seth took a sip of his mimosa. "The hot tub and pool, I mean," he clarified.
"It's actually more like a private villa, right at the ocean's edge," Garrett added. "Nasir has outdone himself. I am looking very forward to it."
"That's gonna be great, Nasi," Emmett took his husband's hand and smiled into his soft brown eyes.
"Damn. You guys sure know how to party," Carson endorsed.
"It sounds like it will be wonderful," Celeste smiled. "How are we doing on time, Dear?"
"We're getting close," George consulted his watch. "One more mimosa for the road?"
"Yes, please," Estelle passed her glass down through her daughter to her son-in-law.
"We should probably get ready to head out," Edward placed his napkin on the table. "I'm taking Cliff to the airport."
"Oh! Where is my mind? Edward, I need you inside for a minute," Seth all but jumped out of his chair.
"For what?" Edward asked from where he remained seated.
"Quickly, please," Seth headed into the suite. Edward and Cliff looked at each other, both gave a shrug, and both rose to follow.
Seth walked into the huge suite, headed into the big bedroom and proceeded directly into the walk in closet. Edward and Cliff stopped in the bedroom and looked at each other.
"Join me in the closet, please," Seth called.
"As if you've ever been in the closet," Cliff could not help himself.
"As fun a process as it was for me to come out the first time, Seth, I think I'll just stay out," Edward joined the teasing.
"What is this, brunch at the improv? I'm surrounded by comedians," Seth emerged with the white satin enshrouded treasure chest in his arms. It was still adorned with red and white roses that by this time were well wilted.
"Oh, let me help you with that," Edward was quick to relieve Seth of his burden. The small chest was not so big or heavy that Seth had any difficulty, but as a much bigger and stronger man, it was Edward's instinct to help. Seth was only too happy to let it go.
"Put it on the desk here," Seth pointed. Edward did so and stepped back. Seth produced the key for the small lock from his very tight pants pocket, unlocked the chest and lifted the lid.
"Now then," Seth seated himself at the desk and picked up a convenient hotel provided pen as he pulled out the first envelope.
"This needs to be quick, Seth," Edward insisted. "I need to get Clif to the airport."
"Shouldn't take me long," Seth inscribed inside each card how much each person gifted. As he pulled out the envelopes, Seth made a pile of cards and a pile of checks. In the few minutes it took Seth to get through them all, his audience grew to include Troy, Zack, Emmett and Nasir.
"There," Seth picked up the pile of checks and stuffed them all into a Sorrento Hotel envelope. "Emmy, Nasir, you guys raised just shy of ten thousand dollars for Rainbow Beginnings, which, on your behalf, I now entrust to the founder," he handed the envelope to Edward.
"It was really great of you guys to do this," Edward expressed.
"We are glad to do it," Nasir put a hand on Edward's shoulder. "It is a very worthy cause."
"Absolutely it is," Edward could not agree more.
"Besides," Emmett added, "it's not like we need anything. We have our home, or, two actually. We have you guys. We want for nothing. Use this to save a guy who needs it."
"That's just what this will do, and more," Edward grabbed Nasir in a tight hug. "I love you guys," he moved to Emmett as soon as Nasir let him go and did the same.
"We love you too, Eddie," Emmett held Edward tightly.
"Okay, I hate to eat, grab the money and run, but I have to get Cliff to the airport," Edward stated.
"I think everyone is ready to go," Emmett headed for the living room. "Let's see everyone off."
The penthouse Luxury Suite emptied out into the elevators and down to the lobby. The valets were instructed to bring up Troy and Zack's Kia and Edward's Audi first. Everyone save Emmett, Nasir, Seth and Garrett had checked out already and the luggage was all standing by in the Bell closet. By the time the frist two vehicles were driven up, the bellmen had the baggage sorted onto carts and ready to go.
Emmett and Nasir hugged them the tightest, but Edward and Cliff held them the longest before Troy and Zack were able to get in their car. Troy took the wheel as he would be driving the first half of their long trip.
"I love those kids," Emmett commented as the youngest couple finally drove off.
"So do we," Cliff smiled.
Edward touched the button on the big rear hatch to close it once he had his and Cliff's bags and Jasper's box stowed. "Okay, Sunshine, ready to go."
"Edward," Nasir grabbed him, "thank you so much for everything."
"Of course, Nasir," Edward hugged Nasir back. "Hey, if you see Jas before I do..."
"I will deliver your love," Nasir patted Edward's back.
"Well," Edward thought about that.
"A tight hug is what I mean. The rest I leave to you," Nasir clarified as he let Edward go.
"Yeah, I'll handle the rest," Edward could not help but smile at that thought.
"Cliff, I'm so glad you could come," Emmett embraced the blonde man.
"I am too, Emmett," Cliff rested his head on Emmett's broad shoulder. "So nice to finally meet Nasir and Garrett."
"I know, right?" Emmett let Cliff go for a quick hug with Nasir and Garrett. Cliff was given over last to Seth.
"You look much better today," Seth put his hands on Cliff's ribs as he looked up at the taller man.
"I am, Seth, thank you," Cliff smiled.
"I didn't do anything," Seth moved in for a hug. "It wasn't me you needed. I hope everything is good at home, and you know I'm always just a phone call away."
Cliff didn't say anything further, but bent to give Seth a kiss before he got into the Q5 with Edward.
The valets next drove up the Silver Wraith and Melinda's GLK. Justin stood beside his brother as the old and new vehicles rolled up.
"We took that for Mel, but the more I think about it, I won't ever let her drive it," Justin confessed quietly to Garrett.
"Why ever not? She doesn't like it?" Garrett asked.
"That's not it," Justin shook his head. "What if some asshole hits her?"
"Then I should think the asshole would be very sorry," Garrett reasoned. "That big, old thing would cut through most other vehicles like they were tin foil."
"Well, okay, yeah, but other than the fact that it's a yacht, it has zero safety features," Justin pointed out. "You know how many airbags Mel's car has? Front seat, backseat, side, even for your knees. It's up to her, obviously, but I don't want my daughter or my wife, especially my pregnant wife, in that thing."
"A testament to the kind of husband and father you are, Justin," Garrett put his hand on his big brother's shoulder.
George, Celeste and Estelle made a special point to hug and kiss Melinda and Stephanie before they climbed into the Rolls. Justin strapped his daughter into her booster seat in the backseat of his wife's Mercedes and kissed her on her forehead before he shut her door.
"Okay, I'll see my girls at home," Justin stepped into the open driver's door to kiss his wife on her lips. "Drive safe."
"You too, Justin. See you at home," Melinda bid. Justin shut her door and walked forward to where the parents and grandmother waited to be driven to the airport.
"Hold up," Seth walked out between the vehicles. "I know my favorite straight guy didn't think he was getting out without a hug from me."
"I should hope not, Seth," Justin walked into Seth's embrace. "I was beginning to think you replaced me."
"Carson is great fun, but he's not you, Justin," Seth pressed the side of his face to the straight man's chest and let his hands run down Justin's back until they came to rest on both butt cheeks.
"You little shit," Justin laughed as he pulled his brother-in-law's hands from his ass and stepped back. "Go rub my brother's butt."
"I like to rub all my Thompsons," Seth teased.
"Should I ask dad to get out of the car?" Justin pointed.
"No!" Seth held up his hands in defeat. "I am not prepared to go there with your father."
Justin just shook his head and chuckled as he got in behind the wheel of the Rolls. Seth returned to Garrett's side as both cars drove away.
The McCartys had a limousine to take them to the airport and the black, stretch Town Car limo pulled up under the porte cochere just as soon as Justin and Melinda drove out. The driver secured Connor's car seat while the bellmen packed the trunk.
"C'mon, Con. Let's get you strapped in," Sonja picked up her son.
"You need help, Honey?" Carson asked from where he stood with Emmett and Nasir.
"No, I got it," Sonja slid into the backseat through the open rear passenger door.
"You know what, you guys?" Carson thought out loud. "I am so glad I could be here to see you get married. You sure found a great guy, Em."
"I think so too, Car," Emmett smiled at Nasir as he slipped his arm around his husband's waist.
"I not only found a wonderful guy, but a whole wonderful family," Nasir expressed. Emmett saw the mischief creep into Nasir's eyes.
"Especially my cute little brother-in-law," Nasir added with a grin.
"Nasir, we'll always have the steam room," Carson put a hand on Nasir's shoulder.
"I cherish the memory," Nasir teased.
"Seriously though, guys," Carson continued. "I look at my little guy and I realize that I have no way of knowing if he'll be straight or gay. I think someone told me once that it runs in families. If that's the case, Sonja has a lesbian aunt, so Con has it on both sides."
"Oh, I remember meeting her at your wedding. Aunt Nick?" Emmett tried to remember.
"Nicolette, yeah. Everybody calls her aunt Nick," Carson elaborated. "Anyway, I figure Connor's got a fifty-fifty shot one way or the other. And, Em, I really wanna thank you for teaching me that it makes no difference. I wouldn't trade growing up with you for anything."
"Thanks, Car. That really means a lot to me. I feel the same way," Emmett was touched.
"The best thing I could ever do in my life is be a good husband and a good father to my son, no matter who he is," Carson continued. "And I know that Connor will always have a couple of great guys in his life that he can talk to, if he can't talk to me," he put his other hand on Emmett's shoulder.
"Hug him!" Seth cried out from where he had been listening behind Carson. Emmett and Nasir needed no urging and pulled Carson into their arms.
"We're all family, Car," Emmett held his brother tightly. "We're all here for each other."
"And we always will be," Nasir added.
"Alright, you big, gay saps," Carson pulled back. "Fuck, got something in my eye," he covered as he wiped the one errant tear that escaped.
"Yeah, me too," Emmett did the same.
"Oof!" Carson did not expect Seth to collide with his sternum and grab him in a tight hug around his lower back. "Seth, I told ya. You're not getting me out of this shirt, or these pants, until I get home."
"Oh, shut up and let me hug you," Seth grumbled.
"Garrett," Carson offered his hand while Seth still clung to him.
"Pleasure being in the wedding party with you, Carson," Garrett spoke as they shook.
"Bye, Mutti," Emmett took his mother in his arms. He could see she was tearing up. Auguste just rested her head against her big, strong son for a moment while he rubbed her back.
"We see you Christmas," Auguste patted Emmett's broad chest. "Kommen hier, Nasir," she reached for her son-in-law.
"Thank you so much, Mutti," Nasir held the only mother he had now.
"Be good to each other," Auguste wiped her face.
"Of course we will," Emmett assured.
"Give your old granny a hug now, boys," Noreen reached up.
"Bye, Gran," Emmett bent to hug the little old lady.
"You too, Nasir," Noreen reached for him next. "Hey, who's older, you or Emmett?" she asked as Nasir bent to hug her as well.
"Emmett is almost a month older than me," Nasir answered.
"Then you're my middle grandson," Noreen patted him on the shoulder. "Now, c'mere, my little Seth," she delighted in taking the man much more her size in her arms.
"Bye, Grandma!" Seth hugged her tightly. "So nice to see you."
"Yes it was," Noreen smiled. "Alright, you too, Gary. Got a hug for everyone," she reached for Garrett. Garrett happily hugged the old lady and no one bothered to correct her. Sonja climbed out of the car and went through a round of hugs herself.
Those flying out finally all piled into the back of the limo. Emmett shut the rear door for the driver and stood with Nasir, Garrett and Seth as they watched the big car roll away into the light drizzle. Nasir put his arm around Emmett and Garrett did the same with Seth.
"It was so good to have them all here," Nasir expressed.
"All of them," Seth readily agreed with a nod.
"Well," Garrett spoke as the long car turned out of the Sorrento drive onto Madison, "I guess we should gather ourselves together and check out."
"Okay, c'mon, Gary," Seth took his husband's hand as he led them back into the hotel.
Up in the Luxury suite, Nasir finally thought to look for the cell he had not seen since last night. "Habibi, have you seen my phone?" he asked as they walked into the bedroom together.
"Garrett put it on your nightstand," Emmett pointed as he headed into the closet to gather up their luggage.
"Oh, good," Nasir walked around the bed to where his cell waited. He picked it up and touched the icon to retrieve his voicemail. "Someone left me a message last night," Nasir announced.
"Who was it?" Emmett called from the closet.
"I am finding out right now," Nasir keyed in his code. He had seen the notification when he pulled it from his pocket to take pictures of Emmett, but last night he was far more interested in the cock and balls hanging out of his husband's fly.
"Hi, Mr. Nasir," the message began.
"It is Ashok!" Nasir exclaimed.
"Ashok?" Emmett flew out of the closet.
"I know you must be very busy, especially on your wedding day. I just wanted to call and wish you the very best wedding, the best day, and a long, wonderful life with Emmett. Everyone here says the same. I hope someday I can give you a hug in person. Bye, Mr. Nasir," Ashok's message finished.
"What did he say?" Emmett put a hand on his husband's upper arm.
"What a sweet boy he is," Nasir touched the key to replay the message and held his phone to Emmett's ear.
"Wow, what a sweet kid," Emmett echoed Nasir's sentiment. "I'm so glad everything worked out the way it did for him," he headed back toward the closet.
"I am too, Habibi," Nasir smiled as he touched the key to save the message.
Supplemental Author's Note:
Does everyone remember the young, gay, Indian man who worked for Nasir's parents in the Emirates? The one left alone when his partner Pankaj was shot and killed, having been mistaken for Nasir? Wonder what happened to Ashok? Where is he? Who is 'everyone'? The answers to these questions and much, much more will be revealed in a new story which will begin posting shortly. So if you are interested, I would encourage everyone who has not already done so to place me on Author Alert. Ashok is not the star of the new story, but he does figure prominently.