Culture Aftershock

by jtrue

A sequel to Culture Shock. Emmett McCarty's Emirati partner Nasir has a new job and a green card, but will their lives together be as easy as they think? And what will happen to Seth and Garrett? SLASH LEMONS MA

24. Chapter 24

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Chapter 2 of Linden Gardens, Notting Hill posted yesterday. Check it out. It comes to you, as does this, with the invaluable and never ending support, brainstorming and collaboration of my brilliant twin sister. Her story Enticements & Obstructions runs concurrently. You will find a link in my profile.

Anyone interested to know about Emmett's very first trip to New York? Here it is.

Huge hugs for Maureen, Rebecca and Kate.

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 of these stories are in my profile as well.

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.

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Chapter 24: Manhattan

It was a long week. Emmett had taken Edward's advice and shipped out a big box of clothes he might want while in New York and had with him only his Tommy Hilfiger Oakes messenger bag which he wore behind him, with the strap across his chest. There was more than enough room in the overhead compartment when he reached seat 2A on the 737-800 and he lifted the strap over his head to stash his bag. Emmett wore snug jeans, with his favorite worn boots, a white tee shirt that stretched across his big chest and a brown hoodie that he wore unzipped and the hood down.

"Champagne, Sir?" the smiling flight attendant from the door followed him to his seat.

"Sure, thank you," Emmett answered as he sat down. She smiled with a nod and slipped back to her galley. The other First class passengers meandered aboard one by one and she slipped back between them.

"Here you are, Sir. I'm Brenda if you need anything at all," she placed his little flute with the American Airlines logo on the tray section of the large armrest.

"Thank you, Brenda," Emmett smiled. He watched her slip back past another passenger as he pulled out his cell.

Just got to my seat
I so can't wait to see you
I love you so much
Em

Emmett picked up his flute and looked out the window. The left side of the aircraft had a lovely view, if he leaned a little forward, of the empty jetbridge at the next gate, bathed in the almost orange glow of the airport's big sodium lights. And in the time it took him to notice that, his phone bleeped with a return text. It was a picture and a single word.

Nasir's hard cock was in his hand, leaking. Nasir snapped the picture just as his precum ran down his exposed head.

Hurry

Emmett gasped, his heart sped up, and his blood rushed to his dick. "Fuck," he swore quietly to himself. Emmett gulped down his champagne and sat with his hands over his ever more obscene bulge. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes in an attempt to calm himself.

Emmett didn't really notice the passengers that filed past during general boarding, until a blonde woman in jeans and a sweater, who very much reminded Emmett of Rosalie, paused at his row. She stashed her bag and briefcase in the overhead and took the aisle seat.

"Hi, I'm Tanya," she offered her hand.

"Emmett," he shook her hand with a gentle grip. Her arrival actually helped his erection problem.

"I thought we should introduce ourselves, since we'll be sleeping together on the way to New York," Tanya joked.

"I guess we will at that," Emmett laughed.

"So, heading home or for a visit?" Tanya asked as she fastened and adjusted her seat belt.

"Visit," Emmett answered, though, he supposed, both were actually true. "How about you?"

"I'm heading home. I was just out here settling my grandmother's estate," Tanya answered.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Emmett offered.

"It's okay. She's better off now. She was sick for a long time, so the family was prepared, you know?" Tanya summed up.

"I guess I understand that," Emmett nodded.

"Ma'am, champagne?" Brenda appeared with a tray this time which she offered to both of them.

"Oh, thank you," Tanya took one.

"Thank you," Emmett exchanged his empty flute for a full one.

"You're traveling alone?" Tanya asked. "No wife? No girlfriend? Meeting her there?"

"I am married, and I'm meeting him there," Emmett held up his right hand and thumbed his wedding ring.

"Oh, I see," Tanya nodded and took a sip of her champagne. "I'm both relieved and disappointed."

"How so?" Emmett asked.

"It's a relief to know that you're not gonna make a move on me," Tanya explained. "On the other hand, a little disappointing, 'cause you're kinda hot."

"I see. Sorry, I guess," Emmett gave a shrug.

"That's okay. My husband wouldn't like it anyway," Tanya held up her left hand to display both her wedding band and diamond.

"Well, my husband wouldn't either!" Emmett laughed.

"Yeah, I guess not," Tanya smiled.

"If it makes you feel any better, Tanya, if I were so inclined, I would have hit on you by now," Emmett offered.

"That's sweet of you," Tanya patted Emmett's upper arm. "Jesus," she felt his muscle, "you're solid all over."

"I will be when I get there," Emmett joked and she laughed with him.

In the front of the 737 they could hear when the aircraft hatch was sealed. A moment later the cabin lights flashed as the plane switched over to it's own power. In truth, Emmett hadn't noticed that boarding passengers were no longer streaming past. The small jet gave a slight lurch and then began to roll as they were pushed back from the gate.

Emmett realized just how much smaller this jet was than the one in which he flew last. Not only was it clearly, visibly tiny compared to the Korean Air 777 he and Nasir flew on their multi day trip home from the Emirates via Mumbai, Hong Kong and Seoul, it felt that much smaller as well. Nasir's complaints about 'the little tiny planes' that took him back and forth to New York suddenly made sense. What didn't make sense to him was the fact that it was a bigger plane that took them to Minneapolis. Not a jumbo like a 777, but bigger than this one. There was a short pause during which the vehicle that pushed them back from the gate was detatched from the front wheel. Then their 737 turned and they began their taxi to the runway.

"Good evening and welcome aboard American Airlines flight two sixty four, non stop trans-continental service to New York JFK," the announcement began as they bumped along the tarmac. "Our anticipated flying time overnight is five hours, twenty five minutes. Once airborne, we will serve refreshments, but leave the lights down throughout the flight, to let those who wish to sleep do so. At this time please place all tray tables and seat backs in their full upright and locked position in preparation for take off. Deactivate and stow any electronic devices you may have brought on board with you, as these may cause interference with aircraft navigation and communications. And do now please observe the monitors, as we acquaint you with the safety features of our Boeing seven thirty seven eight hundred aircraft. Thank you."

Emmett paid it no mind as the video began and the lights finally went down throughout the cabin. He watched their progress out his window as they taxied through the dark and seemingly deserted airport. All Emmett was interested in was getting this aircraft off the ground. Brenda snatched up their empty flutes just as the Captain made the announcement that there was no line, nor inbound traffic, and they were free to take the runway. The 737 never even slowed down as it reached the end of the taxiway and smoothly made the U turn onto the runway. Emmett was very glad when he felt the familiar acceleration as the engines were given full thrust.

"Here we go," Tanya smiled as they barrelled down the runway, gaining speed. In just a moment the wings gathered sufficient lift and their plane became airborne.

"I'm coming, Nasi," Emmett whispered as he closed his eyes.

Emmett thought an overnight flight was a brilliant idea. Nasir had taken this redeye a dozen times now. If he could spend hours flying at close to six hundred miles an hour, that he would have spent sleeping, and do both, it was time very well spent. That made perfect sense on paper. In practice, however, his reality was quite different. If Emmett thought it was difficult to sleep in their bed without his husband, sitting in a seat that reclined only a fraction, in a jostling aircraft cabin, with the noise of jet engines ever present, made it completely impossible. He might have dozed a few times from the sheer boredom of staring out the aircraft window into the blackness.

The night was quite short and yet for Emmett it seemed to go on forever. He watched the sky lighten and finally grow bright as they flew out of the night and into the next day. The cabin crew didn't need to rouse people or turn on the cabin lights. The sun did both of those things for them. Beside him, Tanya stretched and yawned. She pushed her blanket away.

"Morning," Tanya smiled when she saw that Emmett was up as well.

"Morning," Emmett was polite.

"Is the bathroom free?" Tanya leaned out of her aisle seat to look.

"I think so. I didn't see anyone go up there yet," Emmett informed. Tanya unbuckled herself, gathered up her purse and left Emmett alone.

"Good morning, sir. Orange juice or mimosa?" Brenda appeared with a tray that held both.

"Oh, now I'm torn," Emmett considered. "I think I'll just have the OJ. Thanks, Brenda," he took a glass from her tray.

"My pleasure," Brenda smiled at him and went to serve the next row.

Emmett leaned his head back against the seat and looked out of the window again. They were still clearly at cruising altitude. He was just about ready to make a deal with the devil, if only the damn plane would land.

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Nasir slept, but only fitfully. His body craved the feel of his husband's body like never before. He couldn't remember ever having it this bad, even when he was in Sharjah for his damned brother's wedding. It was almost like he was feverish. Nasir just couldn't be still in the big king bed. And it didn't help that he was hard almost all night thinking about Emmett. When he first got into bed he was hard even before he laid down. Nasir tried to content himself by just holding his balls, but he couldn't help it. He had to give himself a stroke. And he was so charged up from abstaining all week and with thoughts of Emmett that he was already leaking considerably. From the one stroke his precum ran down his head, and that was when he reached for his cell. This picture would be ready to go when Emmett texted him from the plane as they had agreed he would.

Nasir was still awake when that text came in at close to two thirty in the morning. He zipped his waiting photo right back with a single word and stretched out in the big bed with his phone still in his hand. In just a few hours, by morning, his habibi zawji would be here. Then this place, where he did no more than exist, would be theirs.

Nasir's cell was still in bed with him when the alarm went off at six thirty. How he managed to finally get to sleep, he had no idea. Nasir flew out of the bed and rushed into the big Moroccan bathroom, his morning wood pointing the way.

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Emmett didn't need to be told. He could feel it in the slight and very gradual loss of altitude.

"Good morning from the flight deck, ladies and gentlemen. We have begun our initial approach to New York City. We anticipate some slight turbulence ahead so we have activated the fasten seat belt sign. Sit back and relax. We'll be in the Big Apple shortly," one of the pilots announced.

"It'll be good to be home," Tanya commented. "I miss my guy."

"I do too," Emmett readily confessed. Tanya sat with her purse and her feet up in the big seat with her. She pulled her phone out of her handbag and called up her pictures.

"This is my guy," Tanya handed her phone to Emmett.

Emmett scrutinized the photo of a very attractive dark haired man standing in a swimming pool with a dazzling smile. "Nice," Emmett gave an approving nod. "He's a little furry too. I like that. What's his name?"

"Barney. I call him Barn," Tanya answered.

"With a name like Barney I wouldn't expect him to be this cute," Emmett smiled and handed her back her phone.

"Got a picture of your guy?" Tanya asked.

"Well," Emmett pulled out his cell. "I have several, but," he called them up, "I don't know if I have any I can show you."

"I'm not shy," Tanya smiled.

Emmett thumbed through his pictures of his husband and was glad for the pillow in his lap as his jeans grew tight again. "I guess I can show you this one," he came to the shot of Nasir taken on their wedding night in his bisht, ghutra and nothing else. Nasir stood in the doorway of the closet and leaned on the doorjamb. The bisht was open, exposing Nasir's bare chest. He held the right side of the gold trimmed black garment to cover his sex, but his left hip was completely bare. Emmett handed over his phone.

"Oh, wow," Tanya admired the sexy photo. "I'm gonna guess he's an Arab. What's his name?"

"Nasir," Emmett answered.

"I like furry too," Tanya appreciated the picture of the sexy Arab man. "But not too much, you know? Nasir is just right, like Barney."

"I couldn't agree more, Tanya," Emmett nodded.

Then Tanya took the liberty of scrolling to the next picture on Emmett's phone. And she didn't scroll forward, but backward. The shot Emmett had taken immediately before Nasir put on some of his native dress, was of Nasir laying on the bed. Nasir had only his tux shirt hanging off his shoulders and was quiveringly erect. His legs were spread wide and he had one knee bent with his foot planted flat on the bed, to give a better shot of his balls that hung down over his perineum, and gave a glimpse of the darkly furry crack hidden below.

"Oh! No, no, no," Emmett snatched his phone back. "We won't be going through those," he shut his phone off and slipped it into his pocket.

"That was pretty nice. I told you I'm not shy," Tanya stated. "Does he have some like that of you?"

"He does, yes," Emmett confirmed. Then he laughed. "I know he has one of me in the shower at home that he shows people. But I'm facing away. You can't see anything like what you just saw."

"Hmm," Tanya considered as she scrolled through her own pictures. "Something along these lines?" she held her phone so that Emmett could see a shot of the same man standing at a kitchen counter as he worked on pulling the cork out of a bottle of red wine. He looked over his shoulder with a questioning look, as clearly his name had just been called, when the picture was snapped. Barney had a day of scruff on his face and stood naked in their kitchen, facing the counter.

"That's a fine backside," Emmett approved.

"Yes it is," Tanya agreed. "I'm probably gonna bite it just as soon as I get home."

"I think you should," Emmett laughed with her.

"Got any like that you can show me?" Tanya asked.

"You know, I didn't take any of Nasi from the back," Emmett confessed.

"I see. What do you guys do, Emmett?" Tanya enquired. "For a living, I mean."

"Nasi is an executive with a big hotel company and I design commercial kitchens," Emmett informed. "How about you guys?"

"Barn works for Sotheby's and I'm the head of the relocation department at Time Warner," Tanya informed.

"Relocation? What is that? You help people move?" Emmett enquired.

"All day, every day," Tanya nodded.

"I see. And your husband works for the famous auction house? Does he do auctions?" Emmett asked further.

"No, Sotheby's International Realty," Tanya corrected. "He sells Upper East Side gems for a pretty penny. Or he tries to, anyway. With what happened to the real estate and financial markets, we're not doing as well as we were. We're still comfortable, though."

"Oh, sure. We have a close friend who's in real estate. You remind me of her, actually," Emmett relayed. "Her business slowed down too, but she and her family are still doing fine."

Emmett turned his head and he and Tanya both looked out of the window as their plane banked, evened out and noticeably reduced thrust, causing a sharper loss of altitude. The aircraft bounced a bit, but it was no more than a small amount of turbulence. In another moment they were swallowed up by clouds.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our final descent into JFK," the expected announcement came. "Everyone should be in their seats with their seat belts securely fastened. Please return all seat backs and tray tables to their full upright and locked position for landing. If you got out any personal belongings during flight, please return them to the overhead compartment or under the seat in front of you. If you require any assisstance in doing so, please see a flight attendant. Cabin crew will now collect any remaining cups and glasses. Please remain seated for the duration of our flight. We will be landing shortly."

Just as that announcement ended they emerged beneath the clouds and suddenly it was there, more civilization than Emmett had ever seen. When he landed in Seattle, Minneapolis and London, there was green from wooded areas. There were lakes and the Sound. In Dubai there was sand and the Gulf. In Hong Kong there were the little mountains that ringed the city and the ocean. Emmett did not realize that he had ever really noticed these things until there was such a glaring difference here, now. Buildings were all he could see below, even from this altitude. And somewhere, down there, was just one man. The man who waited for him. The man he loved with his whole being. Emmett looked to his hand. He didn't even know he was smiling as he rubbed his wedding ring.

Tanya laughed and put her hand on his upper arm. "I can tell you love him a lot."

"You can? I'm glad it shows," Emmett smiled.

"I was just looking out at Queens and thinking about my Barn," Tanya explained. "Which made me look at my wedding ring and smile. And when I looked up, I caught you doing the exact same thing."

"I think our guys are in for a fun morning. And so are we," Emmett winked at his travelling companion.

"I'm gonna wear his ass out," Tanya assured. Then she thought about what she just said. "Oh, wait a minute. I probably shouldn't say that like that to a gay man. That might have a completely different meaning for you. It's not his ass I'm gonna wear out."

Emmett laughed with her. "I got what you meant."

'Landing shortly' was evidently a relative term. Their aircraft sped back up, climbed a little bit, slowed, turned, climbed little bit, slowed down again and turned again. It seemed they were dicking around forever before finally descending in a straight line, until they were just too close to the ground and could only be doing one thing. Then the runway was beneath them and it seemed they glided over it for the longest time until the rear wheels quite smoothly touched down. The nose came down in another moment and then the brakes were applied as the engines reversed thrust to slow them down. Emmett wondered just how much runway they had, as it seemed they took their time slowing down. The entire airport went past Emmett's window.

At the end of the runway they made a fairly speedy U turn onto the taxiway and headed back the way they came. Emmett leaned closer to the window as their jet bumped along. He could hardly believe he was seeing water.

"What is that?" Emmett asked the New Yorker seated beside him. "That can't be the ocean."

"Leads right out to it," Tanya stated. "That's Jamaica Bay. You can almost see the wildlife refuge," she leaned forward.

As they both looked out, a massive Qantas 747-400 roared past them, using the same runway they had just vacated, to take off. Both of them involuntarilly moved back from the window without even realizing it.

"When giant planes aren't snarling past you, that is," Tanya finished her thought.

"If I thought this plane was small before...," Emmett shared.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welome to John F Kennedy International Airport in New York, where we have arrived slightly ahead of schedule. The local time is now seven fifty five in the morning and the temperature is fifty two degrees. Please remain seated with your seat belts securely fastened until the aircraft comes to a full and complete stop at the gate. We will be arriving at gate thirty nine in Terminal Eight, in just a few moments. We hope you enjoy your stay in the New York area or wherever your travels may take you. For those making connections here at JFK, uniformed gate agents are standing by to assist you. American recognizes that you have a choice in the sky and thank you for flying American Airlines." Brenda announced.

Emmett unfastened his seat belt from impatience as they taxied along through the huge airport. "God, where's the damn terminal, the other side of the bay?"

"I know, seems like it," Tanya laughed. Emmett shook his head and watched out his window. At least, in the morning, in the light of day, this airport was very much alive. Aircraft, some small and many huge, drove past them. Fuel trucks, baggage caravans and other vehicles headed this way and that. Everywhere Emmett looked, someone or something was in motion. Then, finally, they pulled up close to a building between other aircraft and their 737 stopped. Emmett was able to watch the jetbridge extend out to connect with their aircraft.

Tanya rose and Emmett followed her. She reached for the overhead compartment and he opened it for her. Emmett handed Tanya her briefcase and slipped the strap of his messenger bag over his head to settle it behind him.

"You brought a bag?" Tanya asked innocently. "I figured everything you would need is already here. In Nasir's pants," she delivered her punch line.

"Yes it is," Emmett confirmed with a big dimpled grin. "But what about you? Isn't everything you need waiting for you in Barney's pants?"

"Ah, but the difference is, this is what I needed to take with me to Seattle," Tanya patted her briefcase. "Now I'm just bringing it home."

"Gotcha," Emmett nodded.

In another moment the aircraft door was opened. Tanya and Emmett were the fifth and sixth persons to exit the plane. Emmett followed Tanya up the jetbridge to the gate.

"Mind if I tag along a bit? This is my first time in New York," Emmett fell into step beside Tanya.

"Just follow me, big guy," Tanya smiled. "I know this place like the back of my hand," she assured.

They turned right as they left the gate and walked out into the center of the concourse. Just past gate 41 and the currency exchange they turned right. A long escalator ride took them down beneath the airport to an underground tunnel that connected remote Concourse C, where they deplaned, to Concourse B and the main terminal. Emmett followed Tanya from the bottom of the escalator onto the moving walkway that would propel them to the other end of the tunnel. Both of them took the opportunity to stand still while the walkway did the work, and pull out their phones.

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Nasir stood with many others awaiting passengers on the Arrivals level of Terminal 8. He wore snug jeans with his sandals and the warm Irish wool pull over sweater his grandmother-in-law gave him last Christmas. Nasir stood with his arms folded across his chest. The Arrivals board clearly showed Emmett's flight to be at the gate. His husband would be in his arms any moment. Everyone around him was on and off their cell phones, so Nasir paid no mind when the not quite as tall dark haired man next to him, in very faded jeans and a knit hoodie, reached for his ringing phone just as Nasir did.

"Habibi!" Nasir answered Emmett's ringtone.

"Hi, Babe! I'm here," Emmett's joy was clear in his voice and matched Nasir's.

"Hurry to me, my Emmett. I long for you," Nasir expressed.

"Me too, Nasi. I can't even tell you," Emmett agreed. "This was the longest night of my life. I've flown around the world with you and I don't ever remember a flight this long."

"Allah, I know. That is how I feel every time I come home to you," Nasir added.

"I believe it. Where are you anyway?" Emmett asked.

"I am down by Baggage Claim. It is the only place to wait. Just follow the green signs. They point the way," Nasir directed.

"I'm actually following this really nice lady I met on the plane. You'd like her," Emmett informed. "She reminds me of Rosalie."

"Oh, yes?" Nasir smiled. He was glad Emmett had company on the long flight.

"Yeah. Say, I like the picture you sent me," Emmett changed the subject to something that was very much on both their minds.

"Oh, you like that? Would you like to see in person?" Nasir teased.

"I would like you to be in that condition when I find you," Emmett spoke in code.

"The moment I see you, I will be," Nasir stated. "I could not even sleep last night, thinking about you, about what I will do to you very soon now."

"Did that keep you up?" Emmett asked.

"Very much. You saw the picture," Nasir confirmed.

The frosted security doors at the bottom of the escalators from the Departures level parted as arriving passengers reached Baggage Claim. The dark hair and dimpled face of his beautiful and very tall husband was unmistakable as he walked through leading the crowd and holding his cell to his face.

"Habibi!" Nasir all but yelled. Just the sight of his Emmett sent a thrill like an electric current through his body.

"They're even standing together!" Emmett said as he lowered his phone and rushed forward. Nasir and the man beside him both lowered their phones and rushed forward as well.

Emmett grabbed his husband in a crushing embrace. He closed his eyes and pressed his face to the side of Nasir's face as he held him. Emmett breathed in the scent of his life partner. Nasir did the same as he also closed his eyes. Emmett's strong arms were a balm to his very soul. Nasir held Emmett just as tightly as he could as well.

"Oh my God, I missed you so much this week," Emmett spoke softly into his husband's ear.

"Me too, Habibi, me too. I was very sad alone, without you, but I am okay now. You make everything okay," Nasir told his mate.

"Oh, Nasi, I want you to meet Tanya," Emmett let go his grip on his husband and pulled back slightly, just enough to look at the couple beside them. "This is the lady I slept with last night," Emmett introduced using Tanya's joke.

"Huh, Ton!" The man who held her wailed. "Did you sleep with a strange man again?" he asked with faux outrage. "Hi, Barney Stone," he smiled and offered Emmett his hand.

"Hi, Barney. I'm Emmett," he shook Barney's hand. "And this is my husband, Nasir."

"Nasir," Barney shook Nasir's hand as well. "We've been standing here waiting together for over twenty minutes. We coulda had a coffee or something."

"Yes, we should have," Nasir agreed with a smile. He did not fail to notice Barney's striking blue eyes, several shades darker than Emmett's.

"Doesn't Tanya remind you of Rosalie?" Emmett smiled.

"Except that she appears to like boys. Very nice to meet you, Tanya," Nasir smiled.

"I don't like boys," Tanya corrected. "I like men. Give 'em a card, Barn," she directed. "In case you men want to get together for a drink while you're both in town."

"Sure," Barney produced a small leather case from a pocket and extracted his business card. "My cell number is right there."

"Okay, you guys are on your own now. Let's go get my bags, Barn so I can take you home," Tanya directed as she took the front of his hoodie in her fist.

"Bye, guys. Thanks for sleeping with my wife," Barney gave a wave and a smile as his wife pulled him away.

"Oh, the pleasure was all mine. Nice to meet you both," Emmett waved back.

"Let me take you home, Habibi," Nasir took Emmett's hand. "Before I ravage you in the middle of this airport."

"Yes, please," Emmett walked with his husband toward the exit. "And for the record, I can't wait much longer either," he squeezed Nasir's hand. "When you sent me that shot of your perfect, leaking dick, I got so hard."

"Did you?" Nasir was pleased.

"Of course I did!" Emmett confirmed. "I'm so crazy for you right now. I want something beautiful and romantic, and hot and heavy, but I'd even settle for the airport bathroom right now. Or the back of a limo," he leaned toward Nasir and smiled suggestively.

"Oh, I am so foolish!" Nasir thought out loud as they walked through the exit and onto the broad underground curb.

"Why?" Emmett was concerned that his husband would say that.

"I only brought a Town Car," Nasir gestured to where several waited along the curb further down. "Now we will have to wait until we get into the city."

As they approached the line of black Town Cars, Nasir's driver jumped out of his and came around to open the door for them.

"Mr. al Qasimi," the very young looking Asian man smiled.

"This is Chaiyo," Nasir introduced the Thai man in the black uniform suit, complete with a peaked cap and leather gloves. Chaiyo was very thin and on the tall side for a Thai man. Emmett judged him to be about Garrett's height.

"Our East Coast Bobby. Chaiyo, my husband, Emmett McCarty," Nasir finished.

"Nice to meet you, Chaiyo," Emmett offered his hand.

"You too, Mr. McCarty," Chaiyo shook the bigger man's hand.

"Are you old enough to drive? You look so young," Emmett commented.

"I'm twenty two, Sir," Chaiyo smiled his answer.

"Hop in, Habibi," Nasir urged. Emmett hastened to do so. His need for Nasir was just as urgent as Nasir's was for him.

"Oh!" a very important thought struck Nasir as he watched his husband slide onto the plush, leather seat. He dashed around the car. "I need to sit on the other side!"

Chaiyo paused in momentary confusion as the man he had driven for weeks, and now always requested him, ran around to the other side of the car. He shut the passenger door as Nasir opened the rear driver's side door and slipped into the car.

"I need to sit on this side of you," Nasir answered his husband's perplexed look. "So I can do this," he casually ran his right hand over Emmett's left leg, until his fingers reached into Emmett's upper, inner thigh, and ran over Emmett's trapped, not quite soft penis. Emmett gave a gasp as his husband's fingers ran over his already partially tumescent cock. Just as Seth had discovered the day they both tried to stuff his manhood into that lace up jock, when he was this charged up, he was never completely soft.

Chaiyo took the wheel and put the car in gear. "Home, Sir?"

"Yes, please," Nasir answered in an even, friendly voice, as if his husband's big, thick cock were not growing beneath his massaging fingers.

Emmett swallowed hard as the car pulled away from the curb and his jeans grew ever tighter. "How far is it?"

"Probably about forty minutes," Nasir smiled as his fingers caressed and squeezed the ever growing bulge. Emmett looked at his husband with lust clear in his eyes. He reached to grab Nasir's head and leaned toward him, even as he pulled Nasir to him. Both men opened their mouths to each other. Nasir liked it when Emmett got aggressive with him. He liked that Emmett held his head firmly in both hands while they kissed. Nasir slid his tongue over Emmett's and into his husband's mouth as he ran his left hand over Emmett's massive chest, inside the open hoodie. Emmett's nipples were proudly displayed through the thin tee shirt he wore beneath, just the way Nasir liked it. Nasir let his fingers play lightly over Emmett's nipples.

"Mmm!" Emmett growled into his husband's mouth. He moved one hand from Nasir's head and reached down to slip it under Nasir's sweater. Emmett ran his hand up to the hairy chest that turned him on so, the hairy chest he and Tanya had discussed during the night. Of course, there were a couple of things that turned him one more. Emmett dropped his hand to Nasir's lap and found his husband just as hard as he was.

"Hmm!" it was Nasir's turn to moan into his husband's mouth as Emmett grabbed and squeezed his confined erection. He dug his fingers into the solid slab of pec under his hand and reached as far down Emmett's throat with his tongue as he could.

Emmett had started this kiss as the agressor, but the tables were quickly turned. Nasir had the ability to make Emmett weak with his kiss, and this was no exception. Emmett slowly sat further back into the seat and Nasir moved with him. Nasir's grip on Emmett's trapped and straining bone was unrelenting. The long hard cock that was, but for the layer of denim, in Emmett's hand turned him on just as much. Nasir growled again as Emmett whimpered into his mouth. Emmett was suddenly afraid, for the first time in his life, that he might come in his pants.

Just as quickly as Emmett began their kiss, Nasir broke it. Both men sat back in the plush seat, panting. They sat up against each other, but were connected by the throbbing cocks they tightly held through each other's jeans.

"I need to calm down," Emmett stated.

"I do too," Nasir confessed. "Chaiyo, pay us no mind, please."

"My attention is on the road, Mr. al Qasimi," Chaiyo answered from the front seat.

While neither man in the backseat noticed, they had exited the huge international airport and were speeding North on I-678, through the sea of endless buildings.

Emmett felt the wetness in his pants. "I am so leaking," he whispered.

"Oh, Habibi!" Nasir gently squeezed the hard, thick, trapped organ.

"Mmm," Emmett closed his eyes a moment as he just enjoyed the feel of his husband's fingers.

"I love when you leak," Nasir whispered back. "I am too," he added.

Emmett looked into Nasir's soft brown eyes as he squeezed the long erection in Nasir's jeans. That the cock they each craved was leaking, turned them both on and only caused them to ooze more. Their car rushed North on the Van Wyck as they continued to grope each other. Emmett took a deep breath and tried to focus his attention outside the car.

"So this is all residential along here?" Emmett tried to distract himself from the fingers that moved over his now achingly hard, denim covered cock.

"Residential, yes," Nasir had a hard time paying any attention to anything outside the car. He did glance up as they zoomed under the train tracks. "Train station."

"I see that," Emmett nodded. "How far is it?" he asked again. He was sure he had already asked his husband that, but for the life of him couldn't remember the answer.

"Jamaica Medical Center," Nasir pointed out the left side of the car with his free hand.

"Forget the medical center," Emmett closed his eyes again.

"If this freeway was not down below everything," Nasir explained as they flew under cross streets, "we could see the tall buildings of Manhattan. That would give you an idea," he answered Emmett's question.

Emmett swallowed hard and slowly opened his eyes. He would sooner die that tell the man he loved to stop touching him, but he didn't know how he was going to make it. "Oh, trees," Emmett pointed out his window as a small wooded area zoomed past.

Past Archbishop Molloy High School and the Queens County government offices, the freeway veered to the left and they encountered the interchange where the Van Wyck met the Grand Central and Jackie Robinson Parkways. Chaiyo knew the route well and deftly steered them onto the Grand Central West, though, almost immediately, it veered North again.

"A little lake," Emmett noticed on his side of the car. "Is this central park?"

"I only wish," Nasir expressed. "If so, we would be much closer. That is Willow Lake."

"If Queens had a central park, I guess this would be it," Chaiyo spoke up from the front seat.

At the North end of the small, narrow lake, they passed under another freeway and then took the ramp to curve around onto the Long Island Expressway West. This would take them through the heart of Queens and into Manhattan.

"Are we there yet?" Emmett asked. He looked at his husband with eyes that were heavily lidded with lust.

"We are about half way," Nasir answered. "You see there?" he pointed forward out the front of the car and slightly to the right. "Those very tall buildings there? That is Manhattan."

"Nasi, this just feels too good. I need to calm down," Emmett whispered to his husband.

"Slouch down in the seat, Habibi," Nasir urged. "I want you to relax," he stilled his fingers just long enough for Emmett to slouch down and spread his legs wider apart. "Just like that," Nasir smiled. He moved Emmett's hand from his own crotch and placed it on his thigh. Emmett thought they would relax and cool off together for a few minutes.

He was wrong. The relentless fingers continued to massage his engorged, throbbing, leaking cock where it was trapped down his tight, left pantleg. It was at the same time uncomfortable, and yet felt unbelieveably good.

"Nasi," Emmett protested weakly.

"Just relax, my Emmett," Nasir bid as his fingers continued to move over Emmett's confined tool. Emmett closed his eyes and gave a small, quiet moan as his husband did everything but actually stroke him. Emmett moved his hand back to Nasir's still very hard bone.

"No, just relax," Nasir moved Emmett's hand back to his thigh.

"I want to touch you too," Emmett whispered and looked over at Nasir.

"I want to focus on you right now," Nasir ran his left hand over Emmett's left hand on his right thigh, and entwined their fingers. "Just try to relax," he spoke softly as he continued to massage Emmett's big dick through his jeans.

"How can I relax when I'm trying so hard to not come?" Emmett whispered.

"I know," Nasir nodded. "You are so beautiful, my habibi zawji. I could not stop touching you if my life depended on it," he whispered back.

"Fuck," Emmett swore softly and closed his eyes again. Nasir looked over the big, muscular hunk that sat on the seat beside him. He watched Emmett take a deep breath that calmed all but the part of him that was so very stiff. Emmett was beyond beautiful in Nasir's eyes. Emmett was here. Emmett was his. Nasir cursed himself for not ordering a limousine today. Emmett would be buck naked and he would be nursing on Emmett's big, spent cock by now, his mouth full of the cum his very soul craved at this moment.

Nasir took a deep breath himself. His fingers moved over the captive serpent's head and Nasir felt the wetness where Emmett's precum had soaked right through his jeans. Both men gave a soft moan.

"I want to suck your cock so badly right now," Nasir confessed in a quiet whisper.

"Oh, it wants in your mouth pretty badly," Emmett admitted. "I want to suck you too," he opened his eyes and looked up at the man he both loved and craved. "You have no idea."

"I very much have an idea," Nasir stated.

It took them entirely too long to reach the toll plaza, though they were able to zip right through the express lane with the transponder in their hired car.

"Are we going underground?" Emmett asked as he looked up.

"The Midtown Tunnel, Habibi," Nasir smiled. "We will be in Manhattan in a moment."

"Is that the UN building?" Emmett pointed out his window. How he was able to think about anything at all apart from Nasir's relentless, massaging fingers he had no idea.

"It is," Nasir nodded even as they raced ahead into the tunnel.

As the darkness of the tunnel descended around them, Nasir was gripped with indecision, even as he gripped Emmett's straining rod through his jeans. He wanted so to free Emmett's big, mouth watering cock from the confines of his jeans and go down on him. Nasir could hardly think from a desire to swallow Emmett to his balls. Chaiyo would almost certainly not see them in the darkness of the tunnel. But, of course, he would most certainly hear them. Nasir knew there would be no way Emmett could keep quiet, especially if he made Emmett come. And Nasir did not want Emmett to keep quiet. The sounds of Emmett's pleasure were music to his ears and turned him on no end. The thought of making Emmett come in his mouth, right here, right now, made Nasir lick his lips and swallow the saliva that pooled in his yearning mouth.

Emmett reclined in the seat beside his husband with his eyes closed and oblivious as they raced beneath the East River. He could only think about the fingers that massaged his throbbing, leaking rod. Emmett was desperate to come, and was very close to it, yet fought with all his will not to. He didn't want to come like this, in his pants, in a car, with their driver, a stranger, only two feet away. Emmett wanted to be naked with the man he loved and for them to come together, if it was at all possible.

All too soon Nasir's struggle came to an end with the light at the end of the Midtown Tunnel. They emerged into the light of day in the Murray Hill area of Manhattan between the UNICEF building and Saint Vartan Armenian Orthodox Park. Chaiyo slowled down as he merged them smoothly onto 37th Street. Looming enormous, almost directly ahead of them, was the Empire State Building.

Emmett didn't even notice it. Two and a half blocks further they turned right onto Park Avenue and headed uptown. Emmett gripped his husband's thigh tightly as the relentless massaging fingers continued to torture his aching cock. He was actutally glad that the layer of denim was between them. If his dick was actually in Nasir's hand, he would have come all over them both by now.

At 42nd Street, northbound and southbound Park Avenue split to circle around Grand Central Terminal and the MetLife building. Another beautiful and impressive building Emmett didn't even notice.

"Are we there?" Emmett asked without opening his eyes.

"Very soon now, Habibi," Nasir spoke soothingly as his fingers curled around the thick, solid bulge in Emmett's pantleg yet again. Emmett gave a soft moan and that made Nasir smile. The need to make Emmett come was driving Nasir nearly as crazy as he was driving Emmett.

Traffic in the city was light so early on a Saturday morning and they continued unfettered up the tree lined boulevard. Soon they were leaving Midtown and passing into the Upper East Side.

"There is my hotel, Habibi," Nasir pointed out the Loews Regency Hotel as they cruised by it.

"Mm-hm," Emmett didn't even open his eyes. This was not at all the time for sightseeing.

The car continued on as did Nasir's massage of Emmett's trapped bone. Just when Emmett thought he would lose the battle against making a mess in his jeans, the car pulled to a stop. Emmett opened his eyes and looked around. They were parked at a curb before an attractive building with a wide green awning that extended right to the curb outside his door.

"We are here now," Nasir gave Emmett a last squeeze and then finally withdrew his hand.

"Fuck, look at me," Emmett observed as Chaiyo got out of the car.

"Oh, yes. Take off your thing," Nasir tugged on Emmett's open hoodie. Emmett slipped the strap of his messenger bag over his head and shrugged out of his hoodie as quickly as he could. Chaiyo opened his door just as Emmett slipped the strap of his bag back over his head. He climbed out of the car with his hoodie folded in half and held to cover him. Nasir followed and quickly shoved his hand in his pocket to hold himself. He was not in quite the state Emmett was in, but he was far from soft. Emmett took a deep breath to steady himself. Nasir saw this and smiled. He loved the way his husband's already massive chest expanded when he did that.

"Have a nice day, Sirs," Chaiyo smiled.

"Thank you, Chaiyo," Nasir stuck a large bill in his hand as they shook.

"Thank you, Mr. al Qasimi. Nice to meet you, Mr. McCarty," Chaiyo gave a wave. Emmett smiled and waved back with his free hand.

The heavy and old, wood and brass door behind them swung open, and Emmett turned to see a man nearly as imposing as he was, appear to greet them. He was dressed in a black suit with a long knee length jacket, a peaked cap much like the one their driver wore, and white gloves.

"Ah, here is Vlad. He is our doorman. Vlad, this is my husband, Emmett McCarty," Nasir introduced as their car drove away.

"Mr. McCarty, is very nice to meet you," Vlad spoke in his thick accent.

"Nice to meet you, Vlad," Emmett shook the gloved hand.

"Welcome home, Sirs," Vlad held open the heavy door and ushered them inside.

The building lobby was much like a small hotel, with comfortable leather chairs and sofas arranged into two seating areas. Vlad's desk was positioned in clear view of the front door. He dashed ahead of them to touch the call button on the elevator as he did for everyone. It wouldn't do for his Upper East Side residents to be put out having to touch the elevator call button for themselves. The elevator was present and the highly polished wood doors parted without delay.

"Thank you, Vlad," Nasir took Emmett's hand and led him into the lift.

"Have lovely day, Sirs," Vlad lifted his hat in a show of respect and the elevator doors closed them in. Nasir barely had time to touch the button for the top floor before he was grabbed bodily and shoved up against the side of the elevator. Emmett held Nasir's sweater in his fists against Nasir's chest as he held Nasir's back to the elevator wall. Even as Nasir opened his mouth to express his shock over Emmett's sudden exertion of force, Emmett's mouth covered his.

"Mmph!" Nasir pulled on Emmett's hoodie as Emmett's tongue invaded his mouth. If Nasir softened at all during the walk in from the car, he was fully hard now. The force of Emmett's kiss held his head back against the wall as well. Nasir reached down to palm both solid McCarty glutes through the snug jeans as he opened his mouth wide for Emmett's forceful kiss. Emmett ran one hand up, over his husband's face and into Nasir's hair, as he probed Nasir's mouth as deeply as he was able.

Emmett broke their passionate kiss by running his tongue through the hair on Nasir's chin, along his jaw bone, and down onto his neck.

"Habibi, you are wild!" Nasir leaned his head away to give his husband greater access to the side of his neck.

"I," Emmett spoke around his kisses, "was about wild," another wet kiss lower on Nasir's neck, "when I got on the damn plane," he hooked his fingers into the neck of Nasir's sweater and pulled to expose Nasir's trapezius. "Now, after the drive in," Emmett ran his tongue over Nasir's exposed skin and the muscle beneath, "I'm insane."

"I am too, my Emmett. I want you so," Nasir confessed.

Emmett lifted his head to look into his husband's soft brown eyes. Eyes that were filled with as much love and lust as his own. "It's only been a week, but I feel like I've been waiting years to make love to you!" Emmett grabbed the hem of Nasir's sweater and hiked it up to Nasir's armpits, exposing his furry chest. "Oh, fuck!" he swore, and just as he bent his head, intending to attach his lips to Nasir's right nipple, the elevator stopped and the doors parted. Both men turned to look, but there was no one. They had arrived at the top floor.

"Are we there?" Emmett asked while still holding Nasir in place against the elevator wall.

"We are here," Nasir answered. Emmett moved back, took Nasir's hand and pulled him out into the small 17th floor elevator lobby. As they were the sole occupants of this floor, it was more or less their private space. A fact that was driven home by the elevator doors closing behind them.

"So, my sexy Arab husband, you want your dick sucked on this side of the door," Emmett grabbed Nasir's erection through his jeans, "or that side?" he gestured toward the door with his head.

"I love when you are like this!" Nasir gave Emmett a quick, but gentle kiss on his lips.

"You make me this way," Emmett stated.

"Give me five seconds to unlock the door," Nasir paused to slip out of his sandals, which he parked under the ornate console table beneath the heavy, gilt, beveled mirror. It was a little piece of Arabic culture that Emmett did not expect, but quickly realized that he should have. There beneath the long, narrow table were also two different pairs of Nasir's dress shoes. They couldn't do this at home, their Seattle home, as the only space outside the door was the common hallway. There, they left their shoes by the laundry room. Here, there was no reason not to do it properly. Emmett sat down on the lone Louis XIV style armchair and pulled off his boots, which he parked beside his husband's sandals.

Nasir fished his key from his pocket with a smile on his face, while he watched the man he loved take off his boots. Just this simple act filled him with a warm, contented feeling of domestic togetherness. Of course, his erection wanted something more. Nasir turned his key in the lock and their big door swung open inward. Emmett all but pushed Nasir into their spacious Tuscan entry hall. He pushed the door closed and grabbed Nasir again. Emmett held onto Nasir's hips and walked him backward into their home as he licked at Nasir's upper lip. They stopped and Nasir smiled as he kissed his husband, when his butt came into contact with the large round table in the center of the hall. Nasir set his keys down on the table. Emmett lifted the strap of his messenger bag over his head and dropped it on the floor. His hoodie, that had been tucked in the strap when they boarded the elevator, went with it. Emmett then took hold of his husband's head with both hands.

"Which way," Emmett give Nasir a sucking kiss on his bottom lip, "is our bedroom?"

In response, Nasir pushed Emmett back just enough to take his hand and lead him to the top of the dramatic curving staircase. Nasir started down and stopped just as Emmett was on the top step. "What if I cannot wait?" he turned and knelt before Emmett. "Oh, Habibi," Nasir admired, close up, the very prominent bulge and large wet spot at the end of it. He ran his hand over it and leaned closer to lick at the wet denim over Emmett's trapped head.

"Oh, no you don't!" Emmett unbuttoned and unzipped himself.

"Yes, Habibi, pull it out! Give it to me!" Nasir watched with rapt attention as Emmett hauled his engorged meat free of it's tight denim confinement. Emmett breathed a sigh of relief, now that his cock was finally free to be fully and properly hard. Relief quickly turned to excitement as Nasir's tongue washed through his weeping slit. Emmett gave a gasp. He moved his hips back slightly and put a hand on Nasir's forehead to restrain him. He took hold of his rod and gave himself a stroke.

"You want this big dick?" Emmett talked dirty.

"So much. Give it to me! I want you down my throat," Nasir expressed and opened his mouth wide in readiness.

"I don't know if I should let you have it, after the way you tortured me on the whole drive over here," Emmett gave himself another slow stroke.

"How could I keep my hands, or my mouth off of you?" Nasir spread his hands. "I want you so badly. Let me suck you now, Habibi, deep and slow."

"This dick wants in your mouth like you have no idea," Emmett confessed, "but I'm so charged up right now, I'll come in like ten seconds."

"Then let me just hold it down my throat," Nasir offered. "I will gently move my tongue on you. I will try not to make you come. I promise."

"I don't know if I could even take that right now," Emmett shook his head. He remembered well a time Nasir had done just exactly that to him. It had been an intense orgasm when he finally came, gushing directly down his lover's throat.

"Habibi, you are leaking so. You know how much I love that. Let me suck you," Nasir pushed against Emmett's restraining hand.

"Stick out your tongue," Emmett directed. Nasir was only too quick to comply. Emmett placed the tip of his penis on the waiting tongue and gave himself another slow, full stroke. He knew with just one more stroke there would be too much precum not to drip and didn't want what his husband craved to go to waste. Nasir let his eyes roll back and closed them as his husband's essence oozed forth directly onto his tongue. The sensation of Emmett's cock on his tongue was enough to set him throbbing in his pants, but the taste of him far outweighed the anticipation of it.

Emmett stroked back down to pull his skin back, leaving his frenulum exposed against his husband's tongue. "Mmm," Emmett closed his eyes as well for a long moment during which their only contact was tongue to tip and palm to forehead. "There," he opened his eyes and moved his hips back. "A little dick drool for my husband."

"More! I want more, Habibi. I want your cum. I need it!" Nasir was suddenly wide eyed.

"Okay, that's it," Emmett quickly stepped around where Nasir knelt to get below him on the steps. He grabbed Nasir and turned him into a sitting position on the steps.

"What are you-" Nasir's question was cut off as Emmett knelt on the steps on each side of his torso and bent to stick his tongue in Nasir's mouth. Emmett pulled Nasir's sweater up to his armpits again and took hold of both brown nipples as he licked though his husband's mouth. Nasir reclined on the steps on butt and elbows as his husband kissed him and tweaked his nipples. Again Emmett ran his tongue along Nasir's upper lip and down through the hair on his chin. In this position it was easy for Nasir to let his head drop back to the top step. His exposed throat was just too inviting. Emmett shifted to one side to get a better angle and lowered his mouth to his husband's throat. Nasir gasped as Emmett's teeth clamped down around his whole adam's apple. Emmett's mouth was open wide as he tried to bite as much of his husband's exposed throat as possible. Nasir let his mouth fall open. It was difficult for him to breathe with his head back and Emmett biting into his throat, but he didn't care. If Emmett were a vampire, he would offer himself in just this way.

Emmett ran his tongue over the adam's apple in his mouth and for a moment wished he was a vampire. Of course, the man he loved was far too precious to kill. Emmett relinquished his hold on Nasir's throat, without ripping it out, and moved down a few steps, still straddling his husband.

Nasir swallowed and took a breath. "Ugh," he moaned as Emmett's mouth affixed to his right nipple, just exposed beneath where his warm Irish wool sweater was bunched up under his arms. Emmett let his tongue slowly circle and then wash over his husband's soft, brown nipple. He drew his lips together over it gently, and then nipped it with his teeth.

"Allah! I love when you bite me!" Nasir expressed. He lifted his head to look down at his husband.

"I know you do," Emmett smiled. He leaned up to give Nasir a quick kiss on his lips. He popped the button on Nasir's jeans with the deft fingers of one hand and pulled down the zipper. Emmett skipped over the sweater again and gave a wet kiss on Nasir's left nipple. He trailed his tongue slowly through the trimmed hair on his husband's chest to the valley between his pecs. Emmett closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feel and smell of his husband as he gave wet kisses slowly down Nasir's sternum, past his belly button, through his very sexy happy trail, and finally down into the open fly of Nasir's jeans and into his trimmed pubes.

"Oh, fuck, have I been waiting for this," Emmett grasped the sides of Nasir's jeans and pulled them down over his hips. Nasir's cock sprang free and slapped on his abdomen.

"Oh, yeah," Emmett licked his lips as he pulled Nasir's jeans down below his knees. "Look!" he spotted the smear of precum in the fur on Nasir's thigh where he had also leaked in his pants. Emmett ignored the perfect cock and balls he so craved for a moment while he licked Nasir's thigh clean. But the temptation only inches away was just too great. Emmett moved Nasir's knees apart to spread his legs as much as possible with his jeans still about his ankles. He trailed his tongue along Nasir's inner thigh to the big stones hanging in their loose, smooth sac. Emmett ran his tongue under Nasir's heavy orbs, supporting their weight with his tongue.

"Ugh," Nasir closed his eyes as Emmett's velvet tongue moved over his scrotum. Emmett gently sucked Nasir's left testicle into his mouth and slowly circled his tongue around it. He reached up and took careful hold of Nasir's hard cock, his fore and middle fingers under it and his thumb on Nasir's cum tube.

Nasir looked down on Emmett and their eyes met as Emmett held his left nut in his mouth. "Huh," Nasir let his eyes slowly close as Emmett gave him a stroke. He felt himself ooze and his precum get caught up in his foreskin. Emmett let Nasir's stone slip out of his mouth. He held Nasir's hard bone cradled in his palm as he ran his tongue in a wide swath over Nasir's sac and up the long cock.

"Ugh, Habibi," Nasir moaned as Emmett's tongue ran slowly up his pole, along his sensitive cum tube, right to his head.

"Fuck," Emmett whispered to himself as he tasted his husband's precum. He wrapped his hand around Nasir's staff and stroked up to make to make Nasir's foreskin roll up over his head. Emmett loved to stick his tongue inside his husband's sleeve, and the fact that it tasted of Nasir's cock drool, which freshly seeped against his tongue in the process, made it all the better.

"Umm," Nasir loved the sensation of his husband's tongue as it moved around his head within his foreskin. "I like that."

"I do too," Emmett answered as he stroked down to expose Nasir's head. He gave a slow lick over Nasir's frenulum and closed his lips around the tip of his husband's hard, leaking penis.

After that ride in from the airport, Emmett had no time or inclination for finesse, or taking his time. He needed Nasir's cock in his throat. And that's just where he put it.

Nasir sucked in a sudden gasp with wide eyes and mouth as he sank down his husband's throat. He was not prepared for the sudden intensity of the full embrace of Emmett's mouth and throat around his whole cock.

"Huh, Emmett," Nasir let his shoulders rest against the stairs as he put both hands on Emmett's head. He held Emmett in place, impaled on his spike. Emmett's lips were pressed into Nasir's trimmed, dark pubes. Emmett felt his husband hold his head, the long, straining cock plugging his throat so that he couldn't breathe. And that was just fine by him. There was no place else Emmett wanted to be. Imagining this moment, grasping Nasir's hips and holding his husband's long, hard cock down his throat, kept him hard for most of his flight, and, truth be told, most of the week.

"Ugh, Habibi!" Nasir threw his head back as Emmett's tongue set in motion along his sensitive cum tube. Nasir let go his grip on Emmett's head as he tried to relax his body. His need was great as well and he could feel it in his balls. Emmett gave a couple of deep, siphoning sucks on the bone in his throat, enjoyed the moan that forced from his husband, and then slowly pulled his mouth up the long shaft. When he could pull a much needed breath in through his nose, he did. Emmett pulled up until just Nasir's seeping head remained in his mouth. He moved his tongue up Nasir's frenulum and through the deep, flavorful slit.

"Mmm," Nasir moaned as the silken tongue moved over his head within Emmett's mouth. Then Emmett slowly sank back down the long pole until Nasir's every inch was lodged in his throat again.

"Habibi, it feels so good, but please do not suck me too much. I want to make love to you," Nasir stated. Emmett, in fact, wanted that too. His whole being needed the man he loved inside him. His hole fairly twitched in anticipation of it. But at this moment, he could not bring himself to take the cock he craved, of the man he loved, out of his mouth. Emmett gave three deep siphoning sucks on Nasir's throbbing cock and slowly drew his mouth up until just the serpent's head remained in his mouth. Emmett let go of Nasir's hips. He ran one hand up to Nasir's mostly exposed chest and with the other took hold of Nasir's balls, while he slowly lowered his head back down the long, hard post.

"Oh, no, Habibi," Nasir squirmed. His throbbing hardness down his husband's throat again was incredible, almost too much for a man striving to hold off, but now Emmett's fingers held his nuts and his right nipple. Nasir did not want to spend himself too soon, but Emmett was making it more and more difficult.

Emmett couldn't help himself, he just couldn't. Nasir's hard, leaking cock in his mouth, combined with the fact that Nasir was not able to keep his body still, gave him enormous satisfaction and turned him on no end. Emmett pulled his mouth half way up Nasir's shaft and plunged back down as he set about sucking Nasir's cock in earnest.

"Emmett, no!" Nasir's entire body stiffened and he lifted his head to look down on Emmett. Emmett paid his husband no mind. He did not slow or alter his pace as he sucked the cock he craved. Nasir put his head back against the steps and closed his eyes. He wanted to hold out. He needed to hold out. His body needed to come. Nasir was fast approaching the brink. He was sure that Emmett did not realize just how charged up he was too. He was about to come and come hard.

"Emmett," Nasir urged and began to sit up. Emmett sucked his husband with single minded need and nothing could make him relinquish Nasir's cock in this moment, not even if the building were on fire. Emmett put his hand flat on Nasir's chest and pushed him back against the stairs. He renewed his grip on Nasir's tightening balls as he continued to bob his head on Nasir's straining penis. While Emmett had been completely docile and compliant in the car, suddenly Nasir had a hungry predator on his hands.

"Laa, Habibi," Nasir moaned in Arabic as he squirmed on the steps beneath Emmett. He was fast approaching the point of no return. "I will come!" Nasir warned again.

Emmett didn't care. He needed to suck Nasir's cock. He needed Nasir's cum. Emmett massaged Nasir's testicles in an effort to coax them from where they hugged the base of Nasir's pole. He wanted to just go on sucking Nasir. Emmett realized that as his mouth rode Nasir's shaft, he worked directly in opposition to his efforts to stave off Nasir's orgasm. But he could not bring himself to stop, or even slow down.

"Emmett!" Nasir cried on the very edge of orgasm. He squirmed less as every muscle in his body grew nearly as stiff as his cock. Emmett felt Nasir's body tremble beneath him as the turgid member in his mouth grew even harder. Emmett knew his husband's orgasm was at hand, not only from the signals his quivering body and tight balls sent, not only from the sounds he made, but from the distinctive taste of Nasir's semen as, true to form, some leaked forth in advance of his actual ejaculation.

Nasir's breath caught in his throat, so tight were his muscles, as Emmett's skilled, sucking mouth drove him over the edge. "Yah!" he threw his head back as he exploded in Emmett's mouth. Emmett felt Nasir arch his back as the thick cream he craved flooded his mouth. He grabbed Nasir's hips in an effort to hold him in place.

"Ungh!" Nasir had not the wit to hold Emmett's head still as he blasted in Emmett's mouth. No one knew Nasir's needs better than his husband. Emmett knew to stop sucking and just let Nasir come. He gulped down a mouthful of Nasir's jizz even as Nasir continued to squirt in his mouth. Emmett only massaged his husband's pulsing cum tube with his tongue.

"Ugh, Habibi," Nasir moaned as his cum continued to flow into his husband's loving mouth. "My habibi," he mustered enough strength to put a hand to the side of Emmett's face. Emmett moved his tongue gently on the sensitive underside of his husband's cock as the last of Nasir's load oozed forth. He wrapped his hand around Nasir's bone as he finally pulled his mouth off of it.

"Fuck, do you taste good," Emmett stated again something he had told his husband many times.

"Why, ugh," Nasir looked down and let his eyes roll back slightly as Emmett gave him a stroke, "did you do that?"

"Suck you off? I had no choice!" Emmett slurped the wad of spunk off Nasir's head that his final stroke produced. "You tortured me all the way from the airport. You know how crazy I am right now?" he asked as he moved up over Nasir. He leaned his head down and Nasir opened his mouth in anticipation. Emmett dipped his cum coated tongue into Nasir's mouth and shared the last of Nasir's jizz with him.

"Mmm," Nasir moaned into Emmett's mouth. He loved when his husband did that.

Just as quickly as Emmett began their kiss he ended it by moving further up Nasir's body. He paused only long enough to slip his already open jeans down over his butt and hips. He pushed them the rest of the way down his legs and kicked them off so that he could kneel unencumbered on the step by Nasir's head. Emmett grasped his big, leaking, neglected club and smacked Nasir in the face with it.

"Oh, na'am!" Nasir was thrilled and opened his mouth wide.

"You got your mouth open. You ready to suck?" Emmett talked dirty with a smirk.

"I wanted to suck you in the car. Look how you are leaking! I am so ready to suck you, Habibi," Nasir expressed.

"Oh, am I leaking?" Emmett knew full well that he was. He reached down and took hold of Nasir's chin. He held Nasir in place, mouth wide open beneath him, as he gave himself a stroke. A good amount of precum oozed out and dripped into Nasir's waiting mouth. Nasir moaned at that and Emmett smiled.

"Want more?" Emmett asked. "Stick out your tongue," he directed. Nasir readily complied and Emmett gave himself another stroke. There was not enough drool to drip this time and Emmett lowered his cock to wipe it on Nasir's tongue.

"Oh, fuck," Emmett tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he rubbed his already wet frenulum on his husband's tongue. Nasir took the opportunity, while Emmett was distracted, to lift and turn his head, to capture the head of Emmett's big dick between his lips.

"Hold on there," Emmett moved his hips back to pull his head out of Nasir's mouth.

"Habibi, I want you," Nasir protested.

"Want my balls for a minute," Emmett threw his leg over Nasir to put his foot on the next step down, while remaining on his other knee beside Nasir's head. He moved his hips forward as he straddled his husband's body until his loose sac was in Nasir's face.

"Allah!" Nasir nuzzled into Emmett's sac. "My Emmett, you smell so good!"

"Well, I was in my jeans on the plane all night," Emmett gave a shrug.

"You smell like a man. It turns me on even more!" Nasir's own pole showed no hint of softening as he laved Emmett's scrotum with his tongue.

"Oh, yeah, Babe, lick my balls," Emmett just held his big cock as Nasir's tongue washed over his stones. Nasir grabbed Emmett's hips in an effort to pull him closer as he sucked Emmett's right testicle into his mouth.

"Yeah," Emmett looked down on his husband. "Can you get 'em both in your mouth?" he asked. Emmett knew he had big balls and that Nasir had never been able to do so in the past, but they had never tried such and angle, on a staircase no less, ever before. And this time Emmett would help. His sac was fortunately loose enough at the moment that his right testicle was able to sink low enough into Nasir's mouth to make room. Nasir opened his mouth as wide as he could as Emmett worked to stuff the other jewel into his mouth. It was a tight fit, but working together they were able to do it.

"Huh, shit!" Emmett threw his head back again as his entire scrotum was enveloped in the exquisite embrace of Nasir's warm, wet mouth. Nasir's mouth was very full, but closed as much as it could be, with his lips pressed to the root of Emmett's formidable cock. Nasir closed his eyes as well and just enjoyed the sensation of holding his husband's most precious and sensitive parts in his mouth. He moved his tongue around them as much as he could.

"Oh, fuck, my God!" Emmett tried to hold still as his stones and whole sac were caressed by the hot, silken tongue. "Nasi, Jesus, that's incredible!" he expressed. It was the first time in his life that both of his balls were in another man's mouth at the same time. Emmett was very glad that this first could be with the man he loved. Emmett looked down below his big dick into Nasir's soft brown eyes and took hold of himself. He started to masturbate, momentarily ready to come just like this, but then thought better of it. His cock ached to feel the loving embrace of his husband's skilled mouth.

One at a time, Emmett ever so carefully extracted his balls from Nasir's mouth. Nasir swallowed the saliva that had pooled in his mouth from sucking Emmett's sac while his muscular husband moved back.

Emmett pointed himself at Nasir's mouth. "Suck," he urged and, as Nasir opened his mouth wide again, shoved his thick cock into Nasir's mouth. Nasir ran his hands encouragingly over the solid McCarty glutes as the fat spike slid into his mouth and down his throat.

"Hoh!" Emmett felt Nasir's tongue slide along his prominent cum tube the whole way. "My, God," he pressed forward until his shaved, wet nuts pressed into Nasir's hairy chin. Emmett buried his thick organ down his husband's throat and held it there. Pinned against the stairs as he was, Nasir was powerless to resist and completely unable to breathe. And that was just how he wanted it. Anything that brought Emmett pleasure, he was more than ready to do.

Emmett took several deep breaths to steady himself while he choked his husband with his big dick. He moved his hips back to pull his cock out of Nasir's throat to let him get a breath as well. And this movement felt just too good to stop. Nasir was able to pull in a quick breath through his nose before Emmett's fat post advanced into his throat again.

"Ugh, Nasi," Emmett pulled back half way and pushed forward again. "I'm gonna fuck your face," he used his abs and pelvis to pull back and thrust down Nasir's throat again. "This just feels too good," he grabbed the hem of his tee shirt and with the one hand whipped it off over his head. Seeing that always turned Nasir on and this time was no exception. Of course, that paled in comparison to having Emmett's hard cock in his mouth.

Emmett was now naked, save for his black ankle socks and heavy Emirati gold cuff as he fucked his husband's face. Nasir laid under Emmett, happy to let his husband take his pleasure, with sweater still up under his arms and jeans about his ankles. Emmett started out slow, but was not able to resist speeding up as he thrust his post down his husband's throat.

He looked down and slowed back down as he met Nasir's gaze. "Is this okay, Babe?"

Nasir had no way to respond verbally as he looked up into his hot husband's sexy crystal blues. He grasped Emmett's buttocks in both hands to urge him on. Having a clear go ahead, Emmett increased his pace again and let his eyes slowly close. Thoughts of all the pictures on his phone that he had taken every opportunity to scroutinize all week, the memory of Nasir's tormenting fingers on the long drive in from the airport, and the taste of Nasir's cum in his mouth now, combined with the skill of NAsir's sucking mouth, made his balls hug the base of his shaft. Emmett knew he wouldn't last long. And right now he didn't want to. He needed to come with his whole being.

Nasir knew few pleasures in his world greater than his husband's big, perfect cock in his mouth. Emmett leaked profusely and Nasir tasted more precum on his tongue with each thrust. Nasir closed his eyes as well. He let the feel, smell and taste of his husband fill his senses.

"Huh," Emmett tried to be careful not to stab his spike into Nasir's throat too hard as his control over his own muscles waned with his impending orgasm. Nasir ran his hands up Emmett's ribs and around onto his huge pecs as Emmett thrust into his mouth. He dug his fingers into the rock solid planes of Emmett's chest as the stronger man's thrusts down his throat grew increasingly erratic.

"Nasi, my God!" Emmett exclaimed as he drove himself rapidly toward the brink. Nasir moved his hands down to Emmett thighs as Emmett's strained, tight muscles began to shake. Emmett sped up yet again and did occasionally thrust hard and fast down Nasir's throat. He did not even realize it and Nasir did not mind at all. Nasir was all too aware when the fat, throbbing post in his mouth grew even bigger. He wanted Emmett's release. He was ready. He had been ready since he flew out of Seattle himself.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Emmett's muscles arrested as he crashed over the edge. He froze, trembling, as he erupted in his husband's mouth. Nasir knew his husband liked to be sucked through his orgasm. He lifted his head off the step and took over, sucking fast and hard as Emmett's juice gushed into his mouth.

"Ungh!" Emmett tried to hold himself steady with one hand on his lower back and the other on the top step as his husband bobbed his head on his blasting weapon. Nasir gulped down Emmett's copious load as bolt after thick, heavy bolt squirted into his mouth.

"Hoh, oh," Emmett all but whimpered as his husband drank his cum. Nasir slowed down and sucked gently as he massaged Emmett's shaft with his lips and prominent cum tube with his tongue. He nursed on the hard, pulsing bone as Emmett's semen continued to flow into his mouth.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God," Emmett panted. His chest heaved as he all but collapsed atop Nasir. Nasir's head was forced back against the step again as Emmett's body lowered over him. Emmett let his face and chest rest on the carpet. Nasir had no choice but to hold Emmett's yet hard cock in his mouth, and he would certainly not have chosen otherwise.

"Ugh," Emmett gave a last moan as his husband's tongue caressed his spent, but still hard penis. When he gained the wit to realize that he was holding Nasir down with his weight, and summoned the strength to do something about it, Emmett carefully lifted himself and pulled his cock out of Nasir's mouth.

"I'm sorry, Babe. Are you okay?" Emmett asked. In answer Nasir looked up at Emmett and opened his mouth. Emmett was able to see the milky accumulation and knew what his husband wanted.

"Wanna share that with me?" Emmett smiled and lowered his face to his husband's. Emmett covered Nasir's mouth with his own and ran his tongue through his husband's cum filled mouth, tasting himself. Nasir caressed Emmett's tongue with his inside his cummy mouth. They moaned together as they shared Emmett's jizz. Emmett broke their kiss as he lifted his head and licked his lips. Nasir finally swallowed what he had left and licked his own lips.

"You see how good you taste, my Emmett?" Nasir wrapped his arms around his husband.

"Not as good as you do. It is kinda sexy to share it though. I like that," Emmett confessed.

"Just a taste for you. I am greedy," Nasir stated.

"It's all yours, Nasi," Emmett gave his husband a gentle and loving kiss on his lips. "And there's plenty more whenever you want it."

"I want it every day," Nasir informed.

"As long as I'm here or you're home, you can have it every day," Emmett smiled.

"I must make up for lost time. I will have to suck you off at least five times today," Nasir concluded with a nod.

"Oh, well," Emmett considered that. "I'll try!"

"Are you ready to see our bedroom now?" Nasir asked.

"I guess I did get a bit distracted on the way," Emmett looked down the stairs that they had yet to make it down half of. He rose and, standing on the steps by Nasir's feet, offered his hand to pull Nasir up. "Here," Emmett took hold of Nasir's sweater, once his husband was on his feet, and pulled it off, over his head. "Sorry about that."

"What are you sorry about?" Nasir asked.

"Only undressing you half way," Emmett squatted down and Nasir obliged by lifting one foot at a time for Emmett to pull his jeans the rest of the way off of him.

"It certainly did not hinder us," Nasir observed.

"But I much prefer my sexy husband naked," Emmett set the jeans aside. Nasir's cock hung heavily over his balls, just shy of half mast. Emmett paused to give a slurp on Nasir's head, with a lick through the eye that just peeked through Nasir's ample foreskin, on the way up. "C'mon," he took his husband's hand.

Together they descended to the lower level of their New York home. The lower hall was still very well appointed, while not as large or grand as the one above. The corridor led to the right at the bottom of the steps. To the right was a separate entrance to the master bath and ahead, where the corridor made a left turn, were the double doors to the master suite.

But it was the artwork that drew Emmett's attention.

"Nasi, my God," Emmett stopped in front of a poster sized, black lacquer framed, picture of him, in the lace pouch jock that Seth gave him, that was almost laced closed over it's bulging contents, with Seth, Simon, Wayne and Dane all hanging on him, each of them in a jock as well.

"I told you I was going to get it blown up and framed," Nasir was proud.

"Yes you did," Emmett shook his head. He had to admit, it was a hot picture, but he didn't want it on the wall for every visitor to their home to see.

"Our bedroom is right here, Habibi," Nasir pointed to the open double doors. "Would you maybe like to lay down for a little while with me? I would really like to hold you."

"Nasi," Emmett wrapped his strong arms around his husband. "I would like nothing more. I'm kinda crashing, actually. Though, I would like to pee first. Where's the bathroom?"

In answer Nasir reached to the nearby single door and pushed it open. "Right here. And I have to go too," he followed Emmett into the big, master, Moroccan bath.

"Nasi, the pictures don't do this justice. It's beautiful!" Emmett took in the brass lantern like light fixtures and the expensively done, colorful tile work, including two big vessel sinks. "Wow, I can't wait to take a shower with you. Look at that! Where's the toilet though?"

Nasir stepped past Emmett to open the door to the smaller room that contained the toilet and bidet. The lid, of course, was already up and Emmett stepped right up to the toilet. Nasir stepped to his side and put his arm around Emmett. Emmett smiled at his husband and put his arm around Nasir's waist as well. They both pulled their foreskin back with their free hands and held each other as they held themselves and let loose their steams into the waiting bowl. Nasir finished before his husband and just stood by holding Emmett and himself as he waited for Emmett to finish. When they were both done Nasir flushed the toilet and took Emmett's hand. He led Emmett through the bath and into the master suite.

There sat the king size bed with the headboard of black and gold, as Nasir described it, fit for an Emir. The rest of the furniture in the room, including lighting sconces, matched.

"Nasi, I gotta tell ya, I kinda like this too," Emmett pointed to the bed.

"Oh, Habibi," Nasir shook his head. "I really do not."

"It's nice, but I would like something we both like better," Emmett let go of Nasir's hand and walked around to his side of the bed. "Wow, the bed is made!" he teased as he began to pull it down.

"I was expecting a very important man," Nasir stated.

"Is he coming before or after me?" Emmett continued to tease.

"He just came in my mouth on the stairs," Nasir answered as Emmett climbed into their bed. "May I take your socks off you now?"

"Oh, yeah," Emmett looked down at his feet. "I forgot I had them on."

Nasir moved to the foot of the bed and pulled the ankle socks off of Emmett's big feet. He bent to kiss the top of each bare foot before he crawled onto the bed himself. "I like you completely naked too."

"Oh, Nasi," Emmett sighed as his husband laid down into his arms. Nasir rested his head on Emmett's huge, hard chest. He threw his left leg and arm over Emmett as Emmett wrapped him in strong, loving arms.

"Now this is home," Nasir closed his eyes.

"Yeah, Babe. Home is where you are," Emmett agreed.

In the close, naked comfort of each other's bodies, both men, now sated and neither having had a restful night, were quickly asleep.