AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I have been working on another project and very much let the time get away from me. It has been far too long since the last update of this book and I apologize for that.
My brilliant twinbrain little sister has my eternal love and gratitude. I don't know what I would do without her.
Huge hugs as always to Maureen, Rebecca and Kate.
Now we have more (long overdue) of Emmett's first ever New York adventure.
Anyone who has not read the incredible Equal & Opposite, or is not now reading the brilliance that is Errors & Omissionsshould 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.
Chapter 27: Keens
They took Park Avenue down into Midtown. It was the route they had taken into the city before, but Emmett enjoyed the tree lined boulevard and sights this time. To make accommodation for all the one way streets, they turned right on 35th Street, made another right on 6th Avenue, and a last right at the McDonald's onto 36th Street. Here they were almost at the very foot of the Empire State Building and it loomed very large above them.
"You weren't thinking Mickey Dee's qualified as steak, were you?" Emmett teased.
"Beef is beef, Habibi," Nasir gave a shrug.
"One way or another, I'm having steak tonight," Emmett ran his hand up Nasir's thigh into his crotch. Nasir suddenly wished they were not here already as their Town Car pulled to the right curb just past the McDonald's.
"Here we are," Nasir did not wait for their driver to get his door. He opened it and stepped out onto the curb.
"Goodnight," Emmett bid the man behind the wheel as he followed his husband. He smiled to himself as he shut the door and noticed Nasir adjust himself in his jeans. Both men wore snug denim this evening, Emmett the same he had worn all day. Nasir wore a dress shirt and suit jacket for warmth while Emmett chose a white henley that stretched across his chest and displayed his nipples.
"Ho, man, you smell that?" Emmett took in a deep breath through his nose. Evidence of steaks on the grill filled the street air. Nasir just smiled and took his husband's hand.
The brown awning over the sidewalk that awaited them had large white letters that announced:
Keens
Steak & Chophouse
The black lacquer doors proudly informed that Keens had been in business, in this location, since 1885. Emmett held the door for his husband and they proceeded inside. Within, the place looked like it had been plucked from 19th century England. Keens had dark, richly paneled walls that were busy with old portraits and memorabilia. The tables were all set with white linens and gleaming glassware. Those patrons not seated on the banquettes were comfortable in leather arm chairs. Off to the right was the Pub Room, which was less formal, but with the same charm and feel as the rest of the place. Overhead was evidence of Keens' boast at having the largest collection of churchwarden pipes in the world. Every inch of the ceiling in every room on every floor was covered with them. Soft, elegant lighting was provided by wall sconces that appeared to have been converted from gaslight long ago.
"Wow, check this place out," Emmett commented as he looked around.
"We are the Qasimi party," Nasir informed the Kris Jenner look-alike woman in a black dress and far too much eye liner, at the reception desk.
"Ah, of course. Welcome, gentlemen. Your table is ready. Please follow me," she smiled and led them deeper into the restaurant. "Have you gentlemen been to Keens before?"
"We are new," Nasir answered.
"As you can see we're an old English chophouse, famous for our mutton chops, but if you prefer beef, you can't go wrong with any of our steaks. We have over a hundred and fifty bottles on the wine list," she gestured toward the main bar as they passed it, "and close to three hundred on the single malt list, if either of you enjoy a good scotch."
"By happy coincidence we do," Emmett smiled.
"Do you have Laphroaig?" Nasir asked.
"If we don't have it, it doesn't exist," Jenner assured. Between the main dining room and the smaller rear pipe room, opposite the enormous fireplace and just past the enormous tank of live lobsters, they turned and headed up the stairs. On the second floor there was yet another grand old bar and this lounge also had a baby grand piano. On a raised section overlooking both the bar and the street was the third and smallest general dining room.
"Here we are, gentlemen," Jenner guided them through open, curtained French doors. "The Lilly Langtry Room is the smallest and most intimate of our private dining rooms," she smiled and stepped aside as Emmett and Nasir followed.
A beautifully appointed table with white linens that could easily seat four, was set for two beneath an enormous Peck's Bad Boy vintage lithograph.
"We have a private dining room?" Emmett did not expect it.
"Yes we do," Nasir confirmed.
"Named for our very first female patron in nineteen oh four. Keens was a gentlemen only club prior to that," Jenner explained. "Please enjoy your dinner. Gill will be right with you," she smiled as Emmett and Nasir seated themselves, and then withdrew.
"Thank you," Emmett called after her. "Oh, I just remembered why I don't like to wear these boots to dinner," he turned in his chair to pull off his worn old boots. Emmett was not about to sit to table with his husband with his shoes on. Nasir only smiled as he slipped his sandals off under the table.
"Good evening, gentlemen," a waiter walked into the room with an armful of menus. He wore a maroon vest over a white tux shirt with black bow tie and pants, a white apron from his waist to his ankles, and a smile on his handsome, goateed Puerto Rican face. "I'm Gill. Welcome to Keens. Everything okay, Sir?"
"I'm fine," Emmett had to laugh at himself as he was caught pulling off his boots. Shoes or sandals were so much easier to just slip off. Finally settled, he reached for and gathered Nasir's bare feet with his sock clad feet.
"Here are your dinner menus," Gill handed one to each of them. "A wine list and the scotch list. Do I have any scotch drinkers this evening?"
"Just one," Emmett pointed.
"We have the largest and finest selection of single malt scotches outside of Scotland," Gill asserted. "Would you like a tasting flight, or did you have a favorite in mind?"
"Your oldest Laphroaig on the rocks, please," Nasir had no need to peruse the scotch menu, impressive though it may be.
"Absolutely," Gill gave a nod. "And for you, Sir?"
"I'll have a beer to start with. Spaten?" Emmett asked.
"Beck's is as close as I am going to get, I'm afraid," Gill suggested.
"Beck's is fine," Emmett nodded.
"Beck's it is. Our specials this evening are a she crab soup, made with sherry, really good, a three mushroom soup, a muscle and crawfish salad with avocado, grape tomatoes and a sun dried tomato vinaigrette, it's incredible, I highly recommend it, and a pan seared Chilean sea bass," Gill recited. "So, gentlemen, your assignment is to think about food and I'll be right back with a Beck's and our oldest Laphroaig over ice."
"Thank you," Emmett smiled at him and watched him walk out. "This is so nice, Babe, but why a private dining room?"
"Well," Nasir looked around the room. "It is not a wine room, but it will do."
"Oh!" Emmett got it and reached across the table to take Nasir's hand. "You wanted it to be like our first dinner together!"
"Especially after this morning," Nasir rubbed Emmett's hand with his thumb.
"I know," Emmett agreed. "That was really nice for me too."
"I know it was. I saw the look on your face when you told Jasper," Nasir's smile fully reached his eyes and was full of love.
"You're so sweet, Nasi," Emmett squeezed the hand he held tighter.
"And Joel did it for us," Nasir added.
"What do you mean, Joel did it?" Emmett enquired.
"I told him that I wanted to take you to a nice place for a romantic dinner. He asked me what you liked and about our first date, and he took it from there," Nasir informed.
"Well, if the food here even comes close to the ambiance, he deserves a raise," Emmett stated.
"You know," Nasir considered. "I have no idea what we pay him."
"You should find out," Emmett let go of his husband's hand to pick up his leather bound menu. "What looks good? They have the Chilean sea bass special. I know you like that."
"No," Nasir shook his head. "I am here to have a steak with my zawji."
"In that case, how about the chateaubriand?" Emmett suggested. "And there's a lot of oysters on this menu."
"I have had my oysters today," Nasir nodded to himself. "That salad sounded very interesting to me though."
"Yeah, me too," Emmett admitted.
"What do you think about a seafood sampler for a starter, Habibi?" Nasir asked.
"You're having steak with me. I'll have that with you," Emmett agreed.
Right on cue, Gill swept back into the room bearing a small tray with their drinks. "Here we are, guys. Laphroaig twenty five year on the rocks. I went to the bartender that pours a little heavy. I hope you don't mind."
"I do not mind at all!" Nasir enthused. "Twenty five year," he picked up his glass to smell it.
"And a frosty cold Beck's for you, Sir," Gill placed a tall pilsner glass on the table and made ready to pour Emmett's beer for him.
"No," Emmett picked up the glass and handed it back. "Save the glassware."
"Alright," Gill traded the glass for the bottle. "Now, guys, what do we think about dinner?"
"We will have the chateaubriand," Nasir began to order for them.
"Excellent choice. How would we like that prepared?"
"Medium, I think. Habibi?" Nasir asked.
"Perfect," Emmett gave a nod.
"Au Poivre, bearnaise, mushroom or red wine sauce?" Gill fine tuned.
"Oh, let's go with the red wine and do us an order of sauteed mushrooms on the side," Emmett directed. "How does that sound, Nasi?"
"It sounds delicious," Nasir agreed. He looked up at their waiter. "And open a bottle of good cabernet to have with our steak for us, please."
"Absolutely," Gill agreed. "Would you like to select a bottle from the wine list, or shall I?"
"I know I want something from America, but other than that we rely on your judgement," Nasir answered. "Also two of those salads that you mentioned. And we would like to start with a large seafood platter with lobster, scallops and prawns, please."
"And do us an order of the Swedish meatballs," Emmett added and closed his menu.
"Also as an appetizer?" Gill asked.
"Yes, please," Emmett confirmed.
"Fantastic, guys. I'll bring your seafood platter and meatballs before your salads," Gill stated.
"Please," Nasir confirmed.
"How about to go with our steak, baked potato, smashed potato, fries, almond green beans, creamed spinach?" Gill finished.
"Baked potato," Emmett pointed at his husband, "smashed potato," he pointed at himself. "And we'll both do the green beans."
"A wonderful dinner is on the way, guys. I'll put that right in for you and get your starters going right away. And would you guys like these doors shut?" Gill gestured as he gathered up the menus. "Give you a little more privacy?"
"That's not necessary," Emmett answered. "We can save the behind closed doors activities for when we get home."
"Oh!" Gill laughed at himself. "I didn't realize you were a couple. I thought some high powered business meeting was going on. I thought you kept your secrets in your boots!"
"Just my feet," Emmett smiled and spread his hands.
"We got a special occasion? Is this an anniversary or something?" Gill asked.
"We got married one week ago," Nasir stated and loved the way that declaration made Emmett's dimples deepen, and his eyes light up.
"Okay, so it's kind of an anniversary. We'll say it is. I'll take good care of you guys," Gill gave a smile and departed to enter their orders.
"That is one very cool straight guy," Emmett observed.
"We will take good care of him too," Nasir decided.
"Wow," Emmett looked around the room. "This is so nice. How am I gonna top this when you come home next week?"
"All I want when I come home is for my zawji to hold me in his arms and tell me that he loves me," Nasir stated simply.
"Aw, Nasi, I will always do that!" Emmett reached to take Nasir's hand again.
Nasir picked up his glass with his free hand, "Here is to my habibi zawji who flew across the continent to be with me and turned this place from a big, busy, loud city into paradise."
"Here's to my beloved husband," Emmett held up his bottle, "who gave up everything he knew to be with me and was willing even to take a job on the other side of the continent so we could be together. I love you with all my heart, Nasi. Ana b'hebbak."
"Ana b'hebbak, my Emmett," Nasir touched his glass to Emmett's bottle and they each took a drink.
"You sure you don't want any more oysters?" Emmett with the wag of one brow.
"I do not need oysters. I just need you in our bed," Nasir asserted.
"I know what you mean," Emmett agreed and took another swig of his refreshingly cold beer. "Hows the twenty five year?"
"I like it very much. I am going to have to start buying this one," Nasir took another sip.
"So when do I get to meet Joel?" Emmett asked.
"I guess anytime you like," Nasir gave a shrug. "He said he would like to meet you also. I only see him at work during the week, of course. You will have to stay this week, Habibi. We will fly home together."
"Babe, I can't think of anything I would love more, but my boss would have my balls," Emmett stated.
"Paul cannot have them. They are mine," Nasir smiled.
"Yeah," Emmett gave his dimpled smile again.
"One thing I would like to do is have a nice dinner with Garrett and Sethy," Nasir considered. "Other than that, I would like to spend every minute in bed with you."
"Sounds like a plan," Emmett wholly agreed. "Promise you'll fuck me till I don't know my name?" he smiled and rubbed his foot against Nasir's.
"Your name, your brother's name, Sethy and Edward," Nasir promised.
"Okay, we gotta stop now," Emmett dropped a hand to his lap to rub his tightening crotch. "I'm getting hard."
"What was it you wanted to do to me in my office?" Nasir asked, though he full well knew the answer. "I think you wanted to close the door, but not lock it, and suck me off."
"Yeah," Emmett admitted, "I very much want to do that."
"What if I close those doors?" Nasir suggested as he ran his foot up Emmett's leg. "What if I crawl under this table? What if I open your jeans and take your big, beautiful cock in my mouth? What if I suck on you until you give me your cum?"
"What if our food comes?" Emmett asked.
"I will be under the table," Nasir countered with a shrug.
"This tablecloth is not long enough to hide you," Emmett pointed out.
"Then I had better make you come before the food arrives," Nasir concluded.
"Damn," Emmett swallowed hard. He rubbed the now very substantial bulge trapped down his left pantleg.
"I made myself hard now as well," Nasir admitted as he dropped a hand to his lap to do the same.
Their thoughts finally returned to food when it arrived.
"Here we are, guys," Gill placed a large, deep platter in the center of their table. It was covered with a mountain of finely shaved ice on which was attractively presented four lobster tails, twenty prawns, as many smoked scallops resting in their shells, and a small bowl of cocktail sauce on each side.
"Wow," Emmett was suitably impressed. A server followed Gill, whose hands were very full with the large and heavy platter, with a tray bearing two small bowls of drawn butter, their meatballs, and individual plates. He stood by bearing his tray, while Gill served these as well.
"How does that look, guys?" Gill asked.
"Like a feast," Emmett endorsed.
"Another beer and Laphroaig?" Gill pointed. In answer, Emmett and Nasir drained their glass and bottle, and handed them to Gill.
"I'll take that as a yes. Enjoy, and I'll be right back," Gill and his assistant headed out. Emmett and Nasir shook out their white linen napkins and placed them in their laps. Emmett picked up his outer fork and was quick to skewer a scallop.
"Oh my God, Nasi," Emmett spoke as he chewed. "These are delicious."
"They look very good," Nasir commented as he used knife and fork to lift a lobster tail onto his plate.
"I wish Seth were here to help us with this," Emmett picked up a prawn, dipped it in cocktail sauce and munched. "So, I guess we should talk through our weekend schedules for the foreseeable future. At least till the holidays."
"I will not spend another weekend without you. I did that once before we got married, and I will never do it again. Even this time we have is not enough," Nasir stated solemnly.
"No, I know," Emmett agreed as he took his own lobster tail. "I miss you during the week. A lot."
"I do too, Habibi. More than I can say," Nasir was sincere. "I miss Garrett and Sethy too."
"They miss you too," Emmett stated.
"I want to give Garrett a great big hug. And then beat his ass at racquetball," Nasir outlined his wishes. "In truth, Habibi, I miss my life. I feel like my whole life is on hold here."
"Well, kinda it is," Emmett agreed.
"The time with you, what little we get, is what makes it bearable," Nasir confessed.
"It's not forever, Babe," Emmett tried to reassure.
"Here we go, guys, fresh drinks," Gill returned with glass and bottle which he promptly served. "How is everything tasting so far?"
"Very good," Nasir approved.
"We haven't even tried the meatballs yet," Emmett realized. The meatballs, in their rich, creamy sauce in the silver dish, all had a tall toothpick with a little paper flag of Sweden on the top. Emmett reached for one and pulled the tender meatball off of it's stick with his teeth. "Oh my God, are these good!" he endorsed as he chewed. "I have to say, Gill, your balls are pretty tasty."
Gill burst out laughing. "That's what they say!" he loved fun customers.
"Try Gill's balls, Babe," Emmett picked up another and held it out to feed his husband. Nasir leaned forward and took the meatball from the stick just as Emmett had.
"Mmm," Nasir nodded as he chewed. "Exquisite," he endorsed.
"So glad you like 'em, guys," Gill smiled. "I'll have your salads up soon," he gave a tap on the table and headed out.
"Sethy would be proud of you," Nasir reached for another.
"Yeah, somebody's gotta tease the straight boys," Emmett dipped another prawn. "Hey, think we might be able to save these two extra lobster tails? We got a lotta food comin'."
"Certainly we could. What did you have in mind?" Nasir enquired.
"I thought, after we go to the market tomorrow to get a few provisions, that I might make us a couple of lobster sandwiches," Emmett explained.
"That is a wonderful idea. We will take them home," Nasir confirmed and took a sip of his fresh scotch.
"Okay, so, back to our schedules," Emmett cut a particularly large scallop in half. "You're coming home next week, and then I'm flying back out with Edward the week after that."
"It will be nice to see him and Jasper together," Nasir stated.
"Yeah, it will," Emmett agreed. "God, I haven't actually seen them together in over six years! I mean, not counting when they talked at Seth and Garrett's reception."
"That does not count," Nasir shook his head. "They were in the same place, but they were not together," he selected another meatball.
"I know what you mean," Emmett nodded. "Will you and Jasper pick us up?"
"I have not talked to Jasper about it, but I am sure that we will. Why would we not?" Nasir thought it through. "And I will arrange for a proper limo this time. You do not know how hard it was to not pull you out of your pants on the ride in from the airport. I was a fool to call for just a car," he chastised himself with a shake of his head.
"While I completely agree, there are going to be four of us in the back of that limo," Emmett pointed out.
"I am sure they will be just as glad to see each other as we will be," Nasir concluded.
"I guess I wouldn't really care what we did in front of Edward and Jasper either," Emmett considered. "God knows there isn't anything we haven't done in front of Seth and Garrett."
"Garrett and Sethy are family. So is Edward," Nasir stressed. "And for me, by extension, so is Jasper. I really like Jasper."
"Everyone who knows Jasper likes Jasper," Emmett stated. "And I feel the same way, Babe. I'm just not sure how free they'll feel in front of us. Edward can be reserved, especially when he's thinking about Jasper. We should probably hold back a little, play it by ear. And how much room will we have really? We're all pretty tall guys. I can see it now, one mixed up jumble. I don't wanna turn my head and lick your foot, only to find out it's Edward's."
"Please do not worry about that, Habibi," Nasir dismissed. "If you lick Edward's foot, Jasper can lick my foot."
"Oh, okay," Emmett wiped his mouth with his napkin as he nodded. "We'll let them know we worked all that out," he took a swig of his beer. "But please let the only dick that goes in my ass, or flops on my forehead, be yours."
"I will take great care that your ass and forehead are reserved to me," Nasir agreed.
"Okay, guys," Gill returned at that moment. This time he bore a large tray with four bottles of wine, eight wine glasses, and their salads, which he placed on a sideboard table along the right wall of their ornate dining room.
"Is that all for us?" Emmett asked.
"It is actually," Gill served their salads. "I thought we could do a little impromptu wine tasting for you guys," he picked up the empty meatball dish. "I see you enjoyed my balls," Gill teased right back.
"You have no idea," Emmett gave a grin.
"And how are we doing on the seafood? You want to keep working on that?" Gill asked.
"We would like to take the lobster tails home, actually," Nasir informed.
"Okay," Gill nodded. "I'll wrap 'em up and stash them in the cooler for ya, 'till you're ready to go," he picked up the large platter and moved it to the sideboard. "Now," he brought two glasses and placed them on the table. "I know you said a cabernet from America, and I have a few suggestions. These first two are from California. This is Ravenswood Old Hill from Sonoma. It's a zinfandel rather than a cabernet, but it's really quite good," Gill poured a little into their glasses. "Give that a taste and tell me what you think."
Emmett and Nasir gave it a swirl, a sniff and a sip.
"Yeah, this is good," Emmett endorsed.
"Now try this one," Gill placed two more glasses and poured again. "Spottswoode Family Estate cabernet from Napa. It's one of my personal favorites."
"I like this. This is more like what I had in mind," Nasir stated.
"Not done yet," Gill placed two more glasses. "Woodward Canyon Artist Series cabernet from Walla Walla, Washington. Not everyone knows they have some great wine producing areas in the Pacific Northwest."
"We're from Seattle," Emmett informed.
"Oh, then you guys probably heard that," Gill nodded.
"I might have heard it mentioned somewhere," Nasir added. That his accent was very obviously not from the Pacific Northwest, was left entirely unexplained.
"I really like this one, Babe," Emmett gave a nod.
"I do too," Nasir agreed.
"Last one. I know you specified American, but this one is special and unique. I'd love to hear what you guys think," Gill placed the last set of glasses. "This is Simćić Duet Riserva cabernet from," he held up the bottle to read, "let's see if I can pronounce this, Goriška Brda, Slovenia, just over the Italian border, I am told. I know it looks dark, something about what they do with the peels of the grapes. Don't let that put you off. Give it a try."
Emmett and Nasir picked up their last glass to sample, with a small amount of wine in the bottom of the glass that was such a dark garnet it was almost black. Hints of plum, dark tea and woodsmoke danced across their palates and they were both hooked.
"Oh, wow," Emmett raised his eyebrows.
"I did say American and now I am glad that you do not listen," Nasir set down his last empty wine glass.
"I thought you might be," Gill began to clear the multitude of used glassware.
"Yeah, we'll go with that one," Emmett stated.
"I'll leave you boys to enjoy your salads," Gill loaded his tray and carried it out.
"So," Emmett tucked into his salad. "How are we gonna handle Christmas with the family? Will you be able to come home first, or will we have to just meet up there?"
"That is too far off, Habibi. I do not know yet," Nasir took a bite of his salad and chewed as he thought. "I hope I can come home first. I would be afraid to make love to you like I want in your mother's house."
"Oh, yeah. I didn't think about that," Emmett admitted. "God, we might have to be like high school kids and play around in the car or something. Wait, I know. We'll make sure Gram forgets something important. We can go back to get it and fuck like rabbits at her house."
"I do not know about that. Her cats will watch us," Nasir protested.
"They won't tell," Emmett smiled.
"I guess I would rather the cats watch us than our whole family hear us," Nasir concluded.
"Right," Emmett chuckled. "Though, I really did like sucking you off Christmas morning. I think we'll make that a tradition. How does my Muslim husband feel about that special McCarty Christian holiday tradition?"
"I am ready to convert," Nasir smiled and rubbed Emmett's foot with his own.
"Here we go, guys," Gill walked into their dining room with a bottle of the Simćić. "I know dinner is not ready quite yet, but," he placed their bottle on the table and produced his corkscrew. "We'll get this open for you guys," Gill expertly pulled the cork and set it beside the bottle on their table, "and let it breathe a bit till your steak is ready."
"Thank you," Nasir nodded. He picked up the cork to smell it.
"Thank you, Gill," Emmett smiled.
"Anything else I can get you guys right now?" Gill asked.
"We are good. Thank you," Nasir was polite.
"Okay then. I'll be back with dinner," Gill stated and withdrew.
"We gotta bring Seth and Garrett here," Emmett commented.
"I would like that," Nasir agreed.
"And I can't wait to come back in two weeks with Edward. That'll be fun," Emmett anticipated. "I gotta talk to him though. I'm not doin' a red eye flight again."
"No?" Nasir tried very hard to keep the disappointment from his face and voice. Taking a regular flight would drastically reduce their already too few precious hours.
"No," Emmett confirmed. "What I want, and what I have to make sure is good with Edward, is to fly out Friday afternoon. We'll get in late, but that'll be way better."
"I will have you for another night!" Nasir's face lit up at that prospect.
"Exactly. Night in our bed holding you, or night on the plane beside some random stranger," Emmett held out his hands as if weighing two equal options. "Yeah, so hard to choose."
"You would not be beside a random stranger. You would be beside Edward," Nasir pointed out.
"Wouldn't be the first time I've slept beside Edward," Emmett admitted what his husband already knew. "I love Edward, but he's not you."
"How will you get the afternoon off?" Nasir placed his fork on his finished salad plate and picked up his scotch.
"I'll just work extra hours Monday through Thursday to make up for it. Paul won't mind that," Emmett assured.
"Good," Nasir nodded. He was most pleased and didn't mind showing it.
"Maybe I can talk Seth and Garrett into coming with me one weekend," Emmett suggested.
"I would love that!" Nasir heartily agreed. "They can christen the Thompson Clearwater suite."
"It'll get christened alright," Emmett snickered. "With sweat and lube."
"Just like our room," Nasir smiled.
"Yeah, Babe," Emmett slid his hand across the table again to take his husband's hand. Both men just smiled into each other's eyes for a long moment. They were only interrupted by the arrival of dinner.
"Okay, guys, ready for the good stuff?" Gill arrived with a large tray which he placed on the sideboard again. "Let's get those salad plates out of the way," he cleared before he served. "Baked potato and green beans, smashed potato and green beans. Fixins for your baked potato, red wine sauce and sauteed mushrooms," Gill filled the space on their table. They both took note that they were each served a half grilled red bell pepper as well.
"And how does this look?" Gill brought the chateaubriand platter to the table last.
"God damn," Emmett licked his lips.
"I'll just carve this up for you," Gill picked up the carving knife and serving fork.
"I'll do that," Emmett reached for the utensils.
"Okay," Gill handed over the big knife and fork. "May I pour your wine?"
"Please," Nasir agreed. Gill picked up the bottle and poured into fresh glasses for them. "There we are, guys. Anything else at all that I can do or bring for you right now?"
"Everything looks and smells excellent," Nasir smiled as Emmett served him.
"Great, guys. I'll be back to check on ya. Please enjoy your dinner," Gill tapped the table and walked out yet again.
"This chateau is like butter, Nasi," Emmett stated as he finished slicing and serving it. Both men drizzled some of the red wine sauce over their steak and cut a bite.
"Oh my God," Emmett endorsed.
"It is very good," Nasir nodded. "What a good idea to come to a steakhouse, Habibi."
"It wasn't my idea!" Emmett protested.
"It is always your idea," Nasir dismissed.
"I guess it is," Emmett agreed as he chewed.
"I really like this as well," Nasir took a drink of his wine.
"I do too. It's rich. It's perfect with a steak," Emmett assessed and took a sip as well.
They enjoyed the rest of their dinner in relative quiet, listening to the sounds of the restaurant that drifted into their private dining room through the open doors, and gently rubbing their feet together. Gill checked on them once, only to find them happy and contentedly eating, in need of nothing.
"Oh, man. That was so good," Emmett leaned back in his chair with a hand on his stomach when he finished.
"It was," Nasir agreed as he too finished and wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin.
"This was so much nicer than our first dinner together," Emmett stated.
"Was it?" Nasir smiled.
"Yeah. Wanna know why?" Emmett baited.
"Tell me why," Nasir prompted.
"Because tonight you're not some guy, some very hot guy, who I want to get to know and into whose pants I hope to get," Emmett explained. "Tonight, you're my husband. My very hot husband. I do know you and I love you with all my heart and soul. And I know I'm gonna get into your pants."
"It is the same for me, Habibi," Nasir reached for Emmett's hand. "Tonight, I am not afraid of you."
"You were afraid of me?" Emmett did not get it.
"Not at first. Not at our first dinner," Nasir clarified with a shake of his head. "But the more I got to know you, the more you awakened feelings in me that I did not know were possible. You made me fall so completely in love with you. Tonight I am proud to call you my zawji. Everything I have is yours. My pants are your pants."
"That's sweet, Babe," Emmett squeezed his husband's hand.
"Looks like you guys didn't like your chateaubriand at all," Gill strode into the room and picked up the empty platter.
"It was terrible. We couldn't eat it," Emmett stated.
"I see that. I'm so sorry," Gill played along as he cleared plates. "Did we save room for dessert?"
"No," Nasir shook his head.
"I'd love to grab another bottle of this to take with us though," Emmett gestured to their empty bottle of Simćić.
"And package us up some of the aged stilton to take with us as well," Nasir instructed.
"Oh, guys, we don't have a package license. I can't sell alcohol to go," Gill clasped his hands. "I'm so sorry about that."
"Then we will take another bottle of this wine here at our table," Nasir pulled his wallet out of his suit jacket pocket. He slowly counted out five twenty dollar bills and folded them. "And perhaps you could forget to pull the cork," Nasir tucked the cash into Gill's vest pocket.
"It just might slip my mind," Gill offered. Nasir just smiled and handed over his black American Express card.
"Yes, Sir," Gill took Nasir's card and dashed off.
"You got your centurion card back!" Emmett could not help but notice.
"Yes. And I cannot wait to show Garrett," Nasir stated. "It was not easy to get them to agree to give me my own account. I think in the end our addresses, coupled with our account at Garrett's bank, and my Madison Avenue job, finally persuaded them. Yours is at home. This home, I mean."
"I don't need one," Emmett objected.
"Sethy has one. You must also," Nasir was firm.
"Seth does have one that he used a grand total of once ever, to get his leather tux for their wedding," Emmett pointed out.
"I do not care. You can put it in your wallet or I will," Nasir gave a shrug.
"You're a little stubborn," Emmett smiled.
"My German injections must be showing," Nasir teased with a smirk.
"Oh, yeah? You just might get another one on the ride home!" Emmett threatened.
"Which reminds me," Nasir pulled out his cell to text their driver. "Did you want to go anywhere, Habibi? There are many clubs in this city. Jasper told me about several."
"I think I would just rather go home with my husband. Do we have a warm blanket or something? I'd love to snuggle out on that big chaise on the terrace," Emmett suggested.
"There is. What a wonderful idea," Nasir smiled broadly at the prospect.
"And if it's a warm enough blanket, ya know, we won't need our clothes," Emmett wagged a brow.
"I will get two blankets if needs be," Nasir assured.
"Here we go, guys," Gill returned to their private dining room for the last time. "Here's the bad news," he placed a leather booklet on the table in front of Nasir with his credit card and receipt. Nasir was amused to see that it actually had The Bad Newswritten in gold script on the cover.
"I packed your lobster tails in ice, so they should get home just fine. Your stilton is in here," Gill held up a large paper bag by it's handles. "And I took the liberty of packing some seedless grapes and water crackers for you guys. Now what I'm gonna do, is set this right back around over here," he placed the bag on the floor, on the other side of the table from the door. "So if this bottle of wine should mysteriously disappear, who could know where it went?" Gill lastly placed their bottle on the table.
"Gill, you have made this evening very special for us," Nasir complimented.
"You guys have been fun. It was my pleasure, Mr. Qasimi," Gill smiled.
"We absolutely will be back. Can we ask for you?" Emmett asked.
"I would love that. I'm usually upstairs here," Gill informed.
"We'll just take a table next time though," Emmett added.
"No problem. You guys enjoy the rest of your evening and I'll catch you next time," Gill gave a last smile and nod, and walked out.
Emmett casually slipped the bottle of Simćić off the table and stashed it in their bag. "Oh, no, Nasi. This bottle just fell into our bag of goodies."
"What can we do, Habibi? We will have to take it home," Nasir gave a resigned shrug.
"Okay, give me a sec to pull my boots back on," Emmett did so. Nasir effortlessly slipped his feet into his sandals.
Emmett picked up their bag as they rose from the table. Nasir took Emmett's hand and led him downstairs and all the way out to the street.
Their black Town Car was waiting at the curb and their driver opened the rear door for them as soon as they emerged onto the sidewalk.
"Thank you," Emmett climbed into the rear seat. He placed his big paper bag on the floor between his legs as Nasir slid in beside him. Their driver shut Nasir's door and hurried around the car to take the wheel.
"Where to, Sirs?" the driver asked as he slid in behind the wheel.
"Home," Nasir answered. "And take Madison, please," he instructed as he reached for Emmett's hand. Emmett smiled at his husband. His soul was at peace when they were together. The only thing that could make New York any more perfect, would be to have Seth and Garrett with them.
It was an easy route. They turned left on Madison Avenue and headed uptown. Nasir pointed out the significant attractions on the way, those being his office and the building where Fifth Third Bank was located. In short order they turned right onto 78th Street, crossed over Park Avenue and pulled to a stop at the side of their building. Nasir signed the driver's slip and they bid him good night. It was only a very short walk around to the front of the building on Park and inside. In no time they had parked their shoes and were in the privacy of their home.
"I'm gonna put this stuff in the fridge and open the wine," Emmett headed in the direction of the kitchen. "Oh, hey, we have a corkscrew, right?"
"Yes. We do now. I made sure," Nasir informed from the first step down. "The drawer by the sink. I am going to get the blanket," he called and dashed down the stairs.
Emmett walked through the dining room and butler's pantry, and into the kitchen. He set his bag on the island and proceeded to unpack it. The lobster tails went directly into the massive fridge. It was easy to find a plate on which he arranged the stilton, grapes and crackers. Wine glasses were another matter. Emmett had to settle for two tumblers.
"Okay, drawer by the sink," Emmett grasped the brushed metal handle and discovered many cooking utensils, but a corkscrew was not among them. "I guess not that drawer by the sink," he tried what looked like a drawer on the other side of the sink and discovered the dishwasher. Finally the drawer on the other side of the dishwasher contained the sought after implement. "That's not the drawer by the sink, Babe," Emmett informed thin air. He stuck the corkscrew in his back pocket, put the bottle under his arm, picked up plate and glasses with his hands, and headed for the terrace.
Nasir brought a thin blanket which he placed on the double chaise first as he imagined the canvas fabric of the dark green cushion would be cold. He took the time to tuck the excess under the cushion on both sides to better hold it in place. Nasir finished by throwing out a dark fur blanket over the chaise, just as Emmett joined him.
"I don't think we have any wine glasses," Emmett stated as he strode to the double chaise.
"Oh, no, we do not," Nasir confirmed. "My mother would have been in charge of that kind of thing and a good Muslim does not drink you know."
"A good Muslim doesn't suck dick either," Emmett teased.
"I think it is a very good thing that I am such a bad Muslim," Nasir smiled.
"Sure is a good thing for me," Emmett nodded.
"It is also a good thing that you are mine. What you have in your pants is so mouth wateringly beautiful, any man would want you. You could single handedly bring about the end of Islam with your cock," Nasir assessed.
"Oh, why didn't I think of that!" Emmett placed the plate and glasses on a small teak side table beside the double chaise. "When your brother came to the house, all I had to do is whip out my dick! Kasim could have blown me and we'd all be one big happy family now."
Nasir laughed and shook his head. "I am trying to envision that!"
"Anyway, we'll make it a point to pick up some stemware tomorrow too," Emmett proceeded to pull the cork on their bottle of wine.
"How does this look, Habibi?" Nasir gestured to their outdoor bed. "I think we will be comfortable."
"That looks like fur," Emmett poured their wine.
"It is," Nasir admitted with a nod.
"Real fur?" Emmett asked. He ran a hand over it. "It feels like, is this mink?"
"My mother has a great fondness for fur," Nasir gave a shrug.
"Okay, it's not like we bought it," Emmett reasoned. "But don't let's tell Edward."
"No," Nasir agreed as Emmett reached across to hand him a tumbler.
"Here's to being home with my baby," Emmett made his toast. "Whichever home that is."
"I will drink to that," Nasir raised his glass as well and they both took a drink. Emmett set his glass down and gave his husband a smirk as he took hold of the hem of his henley with his right hand. He paused for the briefest second before he stripped the henley off over his head with the one hand and stood there shirtless. He knew full well what that did to Nasir.
"Hoh!" Nasir was wide eyed with lust. He put his own glass down and whipped off his suit jacket. Emmett popped the button on his jeans and slowly lowered his zipper while Nasir unbuttoned his dress shirt as fast as he could. They both used a nearby single chaise to deposit the clothes they shed. Nasir's shirt joined his jacket and he made quick work of his own jeans as Emmett lowered his. Both men were acutely aware, and Nasir especially so, that it was now below sixty degrees outside. Emmett paused to peel off his socks while Nasir quickly slipped into their outdoor bed. Emmett wasted no time in lifting the fur blanket on his side and sliding into Nasir's arms. Each man relished the feel of his husband's naked body against his own. Emmett held Nasir tightly to his chest and threw his leg over Nasir as well.
"Mmm," Nasir snuggled into his strong husband's chest.
"I know," Emmett breathed into Nasir's ear. Both snakes woke and grew against each other.
"You feel so good, my habibi zawji," Nasir warmed quickly under the fur and in his husband's arms. He relaxed against Emmett even as part of him stiffened.
"You do," Emmett countered. He rested his cheek on the side of Nasir's face. "You want your wine, or some cheese?"
"I just want to lay in your arms right now," Nasir expressed.
"Me too, Babe. Me too," Emmett sighed. They laid still for the most part, warming each other and enjoying simple, gentle caresses on arms, backs and ribs. Their hard cocks rested against each other and they just enjoyed that as well.
"I am at peace," Nasir sighed and closed his eyes.
"Me to, Babe," Emmett said again. He gave soft little kisses on Nasir's temple, nose, eyes and brows. When Emmett reached his husband's parted lips, he could not help involving his tongue and ran it along the inside of Nasir's upper lip. Nasir gave a soft moan and his dick flexed against Emmett's. Emmett fought against his urge to deepen their kiss and grind his own cock harder into Nasir's. This was a time to show his husband how much he was loved and cherished, not for making love to him.
"Mmm. I do not want you to go back," Nasir tightened his arms around Emmett. "I will not let you."
"I wish I could stay longer, Nasi. A couple of weeks at least," Emmett expressed.
"Forever," Nasir kissed Emmett's chin.
"That wouldn't work. What about Seth and Garrett? What would we do without them?" Emmett pointed out. "I wanna take you home. Whata ya say, sexy guy? Would you like to come home with me?"
"Will you hold me like this?" Nasir asked.
"Always," Emmett kissed the end of Nasir's nose again.
"Will you let me suck your big, beautiful cock?" Nasir went on.
"Always," Emmett kissed the bridge of Nasir's nose.
"Will you let me lick your ass?" Nasir continued.
"Always," Emmett kissed Nasir's closed eyelid.
"Will you let me put my cock inside you?" Nasir asked away.
"I'll beg you for it," Emmett kissed the other eye.
"Will you kiss me and tell me that you love me and be my zawji forever?" Nasir finished.
"Always and forever, Nasi. I think I already made you that promise, but I don't mind making it again, and again, and again," Emmett punctuated his words with kisses across Nasir's brows.
"We will have to do that here. We cannot go. They moved the airport today. No one knows where it is now," Nasir talked nonsense.
"Then we have one hell of a drive ahead of us," Emmett countered.
"I do not know the way," Nasir protested.
"We'll get a map," Emmett offered.
"No. The maps are wrong. We will get lost and end up in some place where people will shun us and make us bag groceries for a living," Nasir stated.
Emmett could not help but laugh at this absurdity. "Babe, as terrible as that sounds, wherever you are is home, so I would be fine."
"I do not want to bag groceries. We had better stay here," Nasir concluded.
"Okay, so you're coming home next week and then the week after that Eddie and I are coming out together," Emmett returned to reality.
"I am looking forward to that," Nasir expressed.
"I am too. What about the week after that? And what about Halloween? You know Seth is planning a big party," Emmett reminded. "I can't wait to see what skimpy outfit he puts Garrett in this year."
"I do not want to miss that," Nasir agreed. "I am going to need to fly to Italy at some point. I do not yet know when that will be."
"Italy?" Emmett was intrigued.
"I have Troy and Mr. Tisch convinced that we should break into the boutique destination market as well. I have my eye on a place in Positano," Nasir informed. "It's a very old building, but all the bones are there. A small, very nice hotel, in what was once a palace would be an excellent addition to the chain."
"What would you have to do there?" Emmett asked.
"Meet with the owners, the lawyers, inspectors from the city, the architect, the builders," Nasir explained.
"Positano," Emmett mused. "Where is that?"
"The Amalfi Coast," Nasir answered. "South of Naples."
"Fuck, I wish I could go with you!" Emmett expressed.
"Oh, Habibi, I would love that! Could you?" Nasir was hopeful.
"Huh, no," Emmett answered. "Paul would shit if I even asked. I was lucky to get two whole weeks all at once for our honeymoon."
"I am looking so forward to that," Nasir stated.
"Me too," Emmett agreed.
"I will make a point to be home for Halloween. Tell Sethy we will wear whatever skimpy thing he wants," Nasir planned.
"Careful, Babe. He'll put us in sheer thongs," Emmett warned.
"If I come home and see you in just a sheer thong, I will not fit in mine," Nasir warned.
"And when I see that, you think I'll fit in mine?" Emmett countered.
"We will have to do something to relieve ourselves of that tension," Nasir let his hand stray down Emmett's back to his solid glutes. "We can sixty nine on the big sofa in their media room. Garrett and Sethy will not mind that."
"Their guests might," Emmett chuckled.
"Rosalie and Maggie will not want to watch us," Nasir stated.
"Leah and Melinda will," Emmett was sure.
"I do not want that," Nasir shook his head. "We will have to sneak behind some dark corner like school boys and be quick. I will push you to your knees and shove my cock down your throat, and fuck your face until I come. Much like you did to me on the stairs this morning."
"Shit," Emmett expressed. They both felt his hard cock give a jump from the mere suggestion.
"Mmm. I think my habibi would like that," Nasir smiled.
"Your habibi would love that," Emmett rolled away from Nasir and grabbed his glass. He sat up partially to take a healthy drink of his wine. Emmett then turned and held the glass for Nasir to take a drink as well. "Want some cheese now?"
"If I find I need something in my mouth...," Nasir finished his thought by wrapping his hand around Emmett's big dick.
"Just keep talking like that. I'll shove your head down," Emmett made his playful threat as he put the glass back. He settled in with Nasir again and took hold of the long, hard, Arab bone. They did not stroke each other, but rather just enjoyed laying together and held each other's hardness under their warm blanket in the cold night air. They snuggled close with their faces together, nose to nose and forehead to forehead.
"This is so nice," Nasir expressed softly.
"It is," Emmett agreed.
"This makes waiting all week worth it," Nasir added.
"I know," Emmett agreed again. Both men lay quietly, listening to the distant sounds of the city that never slept. They breathed in each other's scent and each enjoyed the feel of his husband's close, naked body.
Emmett wasn't sure how long they had dozed. It was still dark, without a hint of the coming dawn. He pulled in a deep breath through his nose and put his head back as he tightened the one arm he had around Nasir. Emmett still had hold of his husband's erection in his other hand. Nasir gave a soft little moan and snuggled his face into Emmett's throat. As much as he liked this, Emmett could not help but notice that it seemed much colder. His blood was from Germany and Ireland, by way of Minnesota, and he would be fine, but it was time to take his man, with the desert blood, inside.
"Nasi," Emmett spoke softly. He let go of Nasir's cock and brought his hand up to gently caress his sleeping husband's face. "Nasi. Wake up, Babe. Time to go inside."
"Hmm?" Nasir groaned into Emmett's throat.
"It's getting too cold. Let's go inside," Emmett suggested.
"Mmm, it is cold," Nasir clung more tightly to Emmett.
"Let's get in our nice warm bed," Emmett rubbed his husband's back.
"If we get up now, I will have to let go of your cock," Nasir observed and gave the big bone his his hand a squeeze.
"Just till we get inside. C'mon," Emmett pushed their fur blanket away and just as he knew it would, that spurred Nasir into action.
"Hoh!" Nasir sat up quickly.
"Just grab your clothes. I'll get the food," Emmett directed as he and Nasir both rose from the bed. Emmett pulled his jeans on while Nasir just snatched up his clothes in his arms and dashed for the French doors. Emmett watched that with a smile and shook his head. He tucked his shirt into the back of his pants and gathered up plate and glasses. There was no sign of Nasir when Emmett walked into the living room and closed the doors behind him. He carried everything to the kitchen, placed the glasses in the sink and the cheese and grapes into the great, monstrous fridge where they were lost along with the lobster tails. Emmett turned out the lights and headed back to the entry hall to take the stairs down to the lower floor.
One lamp was on in the master bedroom and Nasir waited, peeking out from under the covers of the big bed.
"Habibi, come to me!" Nasir called out as Emmett walked into their bedroom.
"Are you warm?" Emmett asked as he unbuttoned and unzipped.
"I will be when you get in bed with me," Nasir answered. Emmett smiled as he stepped out of his jeans. He turned out the last remaining lamp and slipped into bed. Just as they had done outside on the chaise, both men gathered the other into his arms.
"Mmm, this is why I'm here," Emmett held his husband to him as their naked bodies entwined.
"Ana b'hebbak," Nasir expressed.
"Ana b'hebbak, Babe," Emmett brushed his lips across Nasir's in a gentle, loving kiss. They snuggled together, content in each other's arms and sleep soon took them again.