AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Okay kids, I know it has been WAY too long since I last updated and for that I apologize. I have let another project distract me, but as that draws to a close, I will have more time for these boys and their story.
A huge thank you to my darling, brilliant little sister for the collaboration, brainstorming and getting me ready.
Big hugs to Maureen, Rebecca, Kate and Pauline.
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WARNING:
This story is intended for an adult audience! There is crude speech, hate speech and adult sexual subject matter of a homosexual nature. If you are under 18 stop reading now!
AU/AH/OC
All characters from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just take them out and play with them.
Chapter 29: A Very Busy Morning
Garrett woke far earlier than he would have liked that Monday morning to the sound of a local station from his bedside clock radio. He rolled away from Seth to shut it off and Seth gave the little whine in his sleep that he always did when Garrett pulled away from him in the morning. Garrett was only too happy roll back and gather his sleeping husband into his arms. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he pressed his face to Seth's head. Garrett was extremely aware of Seth's impressive hardness, and his own erection flexed against Seth as their naked bodies entwined. He silently cursed this early morning meeting that would make him leave his husband before he was ready.
After a few minutes, Garrett realized he was drifting back to sleep. Holding his sleeping husband filled him with such contentment and a feeling of love and well being that getting up for his meeting was nearly unthinkable. It was also, however, unavoidable. Garrett brought his hand, which had somehow found it's way to cupping a dark Native American butt cheek, up to brush Seth's hair out of his sleeping face. Garrett kissed Seth's forehead, bridge of his nose, right cheekbone and soft, supple lips. Seth responded by snuggling closer to Garrett while still asleep. This only made it that much harder for Garrett to get out of bed. Slowly and carefully Garrett extracted his limbs from his husband's and slid to the edge of the bed. As usual, Seth made his little whine and reached for Garrett. This time, regretfully, Garrett had to ignore the unconscious plea. Unlike Seth, Garrett was a morning person and liked getting an early start, but sometimes, many times, getting out of the bed he shared with his naked, sleeping husband was the hardest thing he did all day.
Garrett walked naked and erect to a chest of drawers to retrieve a tee shirt, which he pulled over his head, and sleep pants that he bent to step into and pull up. He then walked with tented pants out of the master bedroom. The more distance he could put between himself and his hot, naked husband, the more his erection would subside. Garrett padded barefoot through the penthouse to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. The conference call that he had been asked to join with Cincinnati and New York started promptly at nine eastern, which was beastly early for him in Seattle. Still, he was happy to participate. He felt not just a little proud and accomplished that headquarters wanted his input to help improve the performance of the New York office.
Coffee made, Garrett headed for his study, pausing enroute to finally take the piss that had been nagging at him since he awoke. Once in the richly walnut panelled study, he settled into his big, comfortable, leather chair behind the ornate, antique desk and dialed the conference bridge. Garrett sipped his steaming hot coffee and waited. The call began right on time with not only the heads of the Private Client Group and Private Banking, but the executive vice-president who headed up the entire Investment Advisers division. Also on the call, of course, was Garrett's counterpart from the New York office. A counterpart who technically outranked him as head of such an important branch. But Garrett's own stat at Fifth/Third was on the rise. The very highest levels of bank management took notice when Garrett was able to secure management of the Clark Copper fortune for the bank. The account was worth close to half a billion dollars and one which the head of the New York office had been trying to secure for years. Garrett hadn't intended to place his colleague in such a tenuous position, but management of the New York branch, and specifically the effectiveness of it's leader, was now very much in question.
During the call, accounts and performance of the wealth management advisers was reviewed in detail. Garrett was often asked what actions he would take if faced with problems similar to those identified at the Manhattan office. Despite the terribly early hour on the west coast, Garrett had an inspired answer every time. In truth, he had seen these issues on his recent visits and already contemplated what changes he would make if he ran the New York office. His forethought now made him a valuable internal consultant, a fact that became obvious when the executive vice-president stated that he wanted every office to run like Garrett's.
At ten eastern a ten minute break was called. The big boss had to take another call. While those in offices put the conference call on hold, Garrett just hit the mute button. He was immediately up from his desk and headed out of the study. He knew perfectly well that there was no way Seth would be up so early. Still, he had to check. Garrett wanted to share his sense of accomplishment with his partner in life. When he reached the master bedroom all that was visible of his husband was the usual great jumble of raven hair on the pillow, the rest of him covered by the sheet and blanket. Seth had scarcely moved. Garrett approached the bed and smiled down on his sleeping husband. He was suddenly gripped with an urge to rip the blankets away to expose Seth's dark, beautiful body. Garrett would not do that, of course, as he didn't want to wake Seth. Well, truth be told, he did want to wake Seth, but he didn't want to startle him. Garrett took hold of the blanket and carefully pulled it down. As Seth's body was slowly revealed, all thoughts of talking left Garrett's mind and his sleep pants tented again. Seth slept peacefully and was so beautiful to Garrett that his head, heart, and hard on, all could not resist. Garrett climbed onto the bed where Seth laid mostly on his stomach. His perfect, dark, little buns, and the well known treasure they held, called to Garrett like a siren.
Garrett moved Seth's leg to give himself greater access and settled himself between Seth's legs. He scooted up to his prize and reverently planted warm, wet kisses on both of Seth's cheeks. Then he ran his tongue along Seth's crack. Garrett could not resist. He took hold of Seth's ass and spread him to give a deep lick through the dark crack. Garrett's dick flexed in his pants as his tongue washed over Seth's hole. Seth gave a soft moan in his sleep. Garrett let his eyes roll back in his head as the taste of his husband's most private place lingered on his tongue and made his cock throb. He renewed his grip on Seth's buns and kneaded them with his fingers as he lapped at Seth's soft opening. Seth drove him mad with desire.
What could he have been thinking coming in here and exposing his beautiful little husband's naked body? Of course he wanted Seth. His body ached to be inside his lover at this moment. And more than that, his heart and mind longed for Seth to take control of him, to ride him and dictate their coupling as he nearly always did. Garrett was Seth's top and was always ready and willing to act like a top, but he also very much loved it when he was at Seth's mercy. Seth decided when he would come and Seth always made him come hard. Garrett was capable of managing and building wealth. He was, in fact, quite adept at it. And not only that, but he was adept at directing others to do so as well. He was gifted in building trust and consensus. But he was nearly powerless before his naked husband, even when Seth was sleeping. Garrett managed the wit to realize, as he was about to penetrate Seth with his tongue, that he in no way had time to make love to his husband. There was one thing, however, that he might just have the time to do.
Garrett drew back, took hold of Seth's hip, and gently rolled him over onto his back. As usual, Seth's face was almost entirely obscured by his long, lustrous hair. But Garrett was not looking at Seth's face at the moment. Had it not been up already, his attention to Seth's ass had woken the python that lurked in their bed. Too hard even to lay across his hip, Seth's big dick flopped onto his abdomen. Garrett spread Seth's legs apart again and moved in.
"My king," Garrett whispered as he lowered his face to give a worshipful kiss right where the dark cock ended and scrotum began. The scent that filled his nose was uniquely Seth and turned Garrett on every bit as much as the sight of the hard, waiting monster. Garrett wanted to spend a good long time licking Seth's sac and sucking on his balls, but he didn't have the time to spare. He planted his tongue on Seth's hairless scrotum and slowly ran it up onto Seth's big cock and along the entire length of Seth's sensitive cum tube. The slight moan Seth gave was music to Garrett's ears as he took Seth's head in his mouth.
"Hnn," Seth whined as his husband's lips slipped down his shaft. Garrett sank down the huge Native pole until it plugged his throat. He gave slow, deep sucks on Seth's engorged organ. Garrett closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feel of his husband's penis in his mouth. Seth's giant endowment never failed to thrill him. Garrett ran his hands up Seth's trim body to gently massage his husband's pecs.
Garrett opened his eyes and looked up at Seth's face while he sucked the big dick. Seth's eyes were closed and his mouth hung open. He had not moved. His hair was still in his face and he was almost certainly still asleep. Garrett felt a momentary twinge of guilt as he massaged Seth's cum tube with his tongue. It wasn't Seth's fault he had such a frightfully early conference call. Seth should have been able to sleep peacefully until he needed to get up. But Seth was beautiful and naked and his. Not to mention hard and in his mouth. However Garrett felt about having his way with his sleeping husband, Seth's throbbing meat in his mouth meant that he was committed. A glance at his bedside clock radio told him he had precious little time to coax the sweet Lakota cream he craved from the Native hose in his mouth. Garrett increased his pace as his mouth rode Seth's pole.
"Ugh," Seth gave another moan.
"Mmm!" Garrett could not help his own expression of desire as he tasted Seth's precum on his tongue. He brought one hand down to grip the base of Seth's cock as he worked the huge organ down his gulping throat.
"Hoh," Seth cried in his partially wakeful state as his ten plus, thick inches was swallowed down his husband's throat. Garrett's eyes watered as he pressed his nose into Seth's trimmed black pubes and swallowed around the giant bone again. He wished he could hold Seth down his throat longer, but he needed to make Seth come. Garrett slowly drew his mouth up Seth's shaft, pulling the thick serpent out of the confines of his throat and into his mouth. Garrett wrapped one hand around Seth's thickness and cupped Seth's heavy stones with the other. Garrett used his hand and mouth in unison, sucking and jacking Seth at the same time while he massaged Seth's delicate orbs.
"Uh, ugh," Seth began to squirm under his husband's expert ministrations. It typically took Seth a little while to become cognizant when he awoke. Anyone close to him knew how long it took him to wake up. Emmett and Edward saw it most recently a little over a week ago when they all spent the night together before Emmett and Nasir got married. Seth sat up in the bed for a while, his hair all a jumble, not asleep, but not awake enough to form words. When he did wake up fully that morning, he found he had been sleeping on top of Zack. This morning his body was very aware of the skilled lips, tongue and fingers that worked his big, throbbing penis and massaged his testicles. Seth's mind knew the feel of those hands and mouth, and raised no alarms. He knew he was in the safe and loving embrace of the man with whom he shared his life, his bed and his body.
Garrett knew his little husband was partially awake and might have felt a twinge of guilt over that were it not for the overriding lust he felt with Seth's huge dick in his mouth. Seth leaked ever more precum into his husband's sucking mouth as Garrett propelled him toward orgasm.
"Huh, uh," Seth moaned and squirmed on the bed as Garrett's hand and mouth rode his cock. Garrett's mouth bobbed on Seth's straining pole as he suck-pulled his husband ever closer to the edge. Seth was not even aware as he brought one hand to his forehead and the other to his abdomen. Garrett saw this and looked up to find Seth's eyes were still closed. He didn't often find himself in control like this and took full advantage. Garrett looked to the clock on his bedside table out of the corner of his eye and increased his pace. His time was running out. The last thing he wanted to do was suck his husband almost to completion and leave these precious, dark, Native balls blue while he ran back to the phone.
"Gah, ugh," Seth moaned louder as the relentless hand and mouth drove him even faster toward the brink. Seth ran his fingers through his slight happy trail and down into his pubes. He continued to writhe on the bed beneath Garrett. Garrett knew from the way Seth's body moved, the sounds Seth made and the way the heavy eggs pulled up to the base of the giant prick, that he was about to make Seth come. Garrett felt the python's big head in his mouth grow even larger. He sucked the upper half of Seth's rock hard pole with all his skill. He kept his tongue in constant contact with Seth's sensitive cum tube and moved his hand with his mouth up and down the big bone. Garrett felt Seth grow even harder and heard Seth squeak in a breath, and knew his reward was at hand.
Seth's writhing slowed to a quivering tremble just before his nuts cracked. "Yah!" Seth cried out and arched his back as his weapon went off in his husband's mouth. Garrett did not alter what he was doing in any way and continued to drive his mouth on Seth's blasting organ and stroke with his hand.
"Mmm," Garrett savored the taste of his husband and relished the force of each bolt as Seth's cum shot into his mouth. Garrett sucked, pulled and gulped as Seth thrashed and gushed beneath him.
"Ungh!" Seth's orgasm went on and he continued to unload into Garrett's mouth as his husband continued to jack and suck him.
Garrett slowed his hand and mouth as Seth ceased to spurt. Seth grew still and panted as his seed just oozed onto his husband's welcoming tongue. Garrett massaged Seth's cum tube with his tongue while he milked Seth of every sweet drop of Lakota cream he had to give.
"Uh, huh, nuh," Seth moaned unintelligibly as his husband nursed his spent yet still very hard cock. Garrett glanced at the clock again and saw that he was just out of time. He pulled his mouth off of Seth's huge bone, laid it gently on Seth's abdomen and gave the big snake a kiss on it's frenulum. He leaned up over Seth and moved Seth's hair out of his face.
"I love you," Garrett whispered to his husband and gave Seth a wet kiss on his parted, panting lips. With that Garrett climbed off the bed and rushed out of the bedroom. Seth lay spread eagle in the middle of the king sized bed, exposed, hard, spent and panting.
Garrett rushed into the study, took the time to shut the door and just as he reached the desk, the others came back on the line. He unmuted the phone and sat down behind the desk as he informed his colleagues that he was back on as well. Garrett reached for his coffee cup only to find it empty. Just as quickly he realized that he didn't really want any more coffee at the moment. Garrett licked his lips and smiled to himself as he savored the taste of his husband.
Forty five minutes later Seth raised his arms above his head and twisted his body in a long, full body stretch. He looked at the clock on Garrett's side and leaned up on his elbows. Seth looked down on himself. He was no longer fully hard, but the memory of his husband's mouth on him was fresh. Seth slid out of bed and walked his naked butt out of the bedroom, trying to make some order of his hair as he went. He padded his bare feet through his home to the spacious kitchen, where one look at the coffee pot told him his husband could use a fresh cup. Seth took a mug from the cabinet above the coffee maker, poured, fixed it just the way he knew his Garrett liked it, and headed for the study.
Garrett looked up from his laptop when the study door opened and smiled when he saw his naked husband walk in. Garrett's counterpart from the New York office was reviewing his accounts on the line at the moment. He touched the mute button as Seth walked around the desk.
"Good morning, Sweetness," Garrett smiled as Seth drew near. He ran a hand down Seth's back and only stopped when he cupped a bare butt cheek.
"Good morning to you, Honey. I knew you would want some more coffee by now," Seth set the mug on the desk beside the empty one.
"Of course you did. You take such good care of me," Garrett caressed the bare butt in his hand and felt himself grow in his sleep pants again.
"Speaking of taking good care of someone," Seth climbed into his husband's lap. He straddled Garrett facing him and put his arms around Garrett's neck. Garrett, naturally, held the dark little butt in his lap with both appreciative hands.
"I did feel a little bit guilty about waking you up," Garrett confessed as he gazed into his husband's dark eyes.
"Did you?" Seth smiled.
"Not enough to keep my hands or mouth off of you," Garrett confessed.
"Well, waking up with my husband's lips wrapped around me is hardly cause for complaint. Still...," Seth pretended to consider. Garrett moved quickly when his boss asked a question directed at him. He held Seth with one arm around the small of his back while he leaned forward to touch the mute button and give his answer. Seth carefully climbed out of his husband's lap while Garrett spoke and Garrett let him go. Garrett thought Seth was leaving him to his work.
Garrett was wrong. Seth felt the stiffness in his husband's sleep pants against his own not entirely flaccid manhood. Seth knelt on the carpet between Garrett's legs and reached to grab hold of the pole that tented the loose fabric in his husband's lap. Garrett just gave a smile and continued to outline his solution to the presented challenge. He figured Seth just wanted to tease him. Seth looked up at his husband's handsome face and gave a sly smile. Garrett wasn't about to get off that easy. Seth unbuttoned the fly of the sleep pants and Garrett's cock stood proudly from his lap. Seth just admired it as he reached into the opening to fish out Garrett's balls. Once he did so, Seth leaned in to give each orb a wet and loving kiss. He took his husband's dick in the palm of his hand as he kissed his way up Garrett's staff to the head that was still half covered in his foreskin. The tip of Garrett's penis was already moist. Precum welled in his slit. Seth expected this. He knew that drinking his cum would have turned his husband on and made him leak. Seth slowly drew his tongue through Garrett's slit, gathering and tasting his sweet syrup.
Garrett pressed the mute button just as soon as he finished his thought and immediately had to hit it again when his boss asked a follow up question. He put a hand on Seth's forehead, not to push, he would never do that, but just to indicate that Seth should stop. Seth used his free hand to grab Garrett's wrist and move the bigger man's hand away. He closed his fingers around Garrett's bone and stroked down to roll Garrett's foreskin back and expose the snake's head. He closed his lips around Garrett's head and ever so slowly drew them off. Seth wanted more than anything to take Garrett's every inch down his throat, but resisted the urge to suck him. That was not his plan.
Garrett was finally able, when the conversation moved on to the next account, to mute the line again. "Oh, Sweetness, that feels so good, but I can't right now," he put a hand to the side of his little husband's face. "I'm sorry."
"You thought you could just have your way with me and get away with it?" Seth asked and ran his tongue slowly over Garrett's frenulum.
"Ugh. I won't be able to take it if you suck me now," Garrett protested.
"I won't suck you," Seth assured and gave another lick.
"Seth, the President and Chief Investment Officer of Fifth/Third's Asset Management group, my boss's boss, is on this call," Garrett pointed out.
"He can't have any. All mine," Seth lowered his face to plant his tongue at the base of Garrett's cock and slowly drew it along his husband's sensitive cum tube to his head.
"Ugh," Garrett knew it was no good to plead or argue. Seth was in charge. Garrett was a bigger, stronger man, but would never use the power that gave him to control his husband. If Seth wanted to lick him while he was on his conference call, he would have to try to focus.
Garrett slouched down in his chair a bit, where he could still reach the desk phone and his laptop. He needed to respond again and found it difficult to keep his voice steady while Seth's tongue curled beneath his testicles in his loose scrotum. Seth supported the weight of Garrett's nuts on his talented tongue. He drew his tongue slowly back and forth beneath them. Seth took some pity on his husband's predicament by waiting until Garrett finished talking to stop moving his tongue and draw his husband's right stone into his mouth.
"Ugh," Garrett expressed after he muted the call again. Seth did not suck on his nuts but alternated in slipping one into his mouth, and then the other, and back again. Seth did this for several minutes while the men on the speaker droned on in what might as well have been Greek, and the cock at the tip of his nose quivered. When Seth could stand it no longer, he ran his tongue up Garrett's bone, along his sensitive cum tube, to his leaking head.
"Mmm," Seth tasted his husband's fresh ooze. He placed his tongue on Garrett's frenulum and stroked up with his hand to roll Garrett's foreskin onto the snake's head and his tongue.
"Hoh," Garrett closed his eyes and let his head lean back against his chair as Seth's tongue moved on his head within his cowl. "I love that."
And Seth knew that he did. In the hope of more nectar, Seth stoked down on Garrett's rod, rolling his foreskin away, and then up, bringing it back into place. This had the desired outcome of a surge of precum directly onto his tongue. Seth closed his eyes. Garrett tasted so good, Seth just couldn't help it. He had to have his husband in his mouth. Seth closed his lips around Garrett's rod again, but this time would not be satisfied with just his head.
Garrett gave a stricken gasp and arched his back as every inch of his bone sank down his husband's throat. "Huh, Seth, you said you wouldn't suck me!"
Seth ever so slowly drew his mouth up his husband's leaking staff. "I didn't say I wouldn't take you in my mouth."
"That's sucking," Garrett argued.
"No it's not," Seth disagreed. "I could just hold you in my mouth and move my tongue."
"You are splitting hairs. You know that feels just as good," Garrett countered.
"Didn't say I wouldn't do that," Seth gave a lick at Garrett's frenulum.
"Sweetness, I need to concentrate," Garrett put a loving and appreciative hand to his husband's face.
"Then stop talking to me," Seth ran his tongue up the length of Garrett's pole again.
And Garrett did need to talk to his fellow bankers as his boss asked him another question. Seth only made it more difficult when he ran his wet lips and tongue up Garrett's cum tube and back down. He didn't want to torture his husband too badly and gave Garrett some slight respite as he ran his lips and tongue down onto Garrett's balls. Seth alternated by laving his husband's shaved scrotum with his tongue, and letting his lips and tongue rove up the sensitive underside of Garrett's cock. Each time he reached the snake's seeping eye, Seth swirled his talented tongue across Garrett's head before travelling back down to Garrett's balls.
At the first opportune moment, Garrett muted the phone again. "Ugh, Sweetness," he ran a hand over Seth's bare shoulder, "that feels so good!"
"Good," Seth spoke with his mouth against his husband's straining rod.
"I need to work though," Garrett protested again.
"You do your work, leave me to mine," Seth swiped his tongue across Garrett's head and ran his lips down the throbbing shaft to Garrett's nuts again.
"Huh," Garrett closed his eyes a moment and relaxed into the bliss of his husband's skilled mouth and tongue on his cock and balls. As turned on as Garrett was this morning, after suck-pumping a load out of Seth's nuts earlier, he could easily come from this.
Seth, of course, knew that very well. He could have sucked Garrett fast and hard and made him come quickly, but that would not have been nearly as much fun. Seth went back to running his tongue under Garrett's orbs and drawing them one at a time into his mouth when Garrett's boss had to ask for him twice. Garrett quickly recovered as he hit the mute button and made an excuse about getting caught taking a drink of his coffee. It was the first time Garrett flat out lied to his boss, but his conscience was clear. He couldn't very well announce that his husband's tongue on his dick was not just a little distracting, and the other men on this call would certainly not want to know that.
And just as soon as Garrett finished outlining his recommendation for a plan of action on the current account, Seth ran his lips and tongue up Garrett's bone again. Garrett stretched his legs out. He tried to both relax and concentrate on his meeting. The sight of his beautiful, naked husband kneeling before him, coupled with the feel of Seth's lips and tongue as they roved up and down his shaft along his sensitive cum tube, made it extremely difficult to focus on anything else. Garrett ached for release. He was torn between begging Seth to suck him, in spite of what he said earlier, and begging Seth to leave him to work. Garrett knew without asking, that Seth would allow neither.
Seth loved the feel and taste of his husband's hard, leaking penis against his lips and tongue. In truth he longed to suck Garrett, slowly and deeply, but Seth knew his sexy husband would come too quickly that way. Not sucking Garrett would prolong his pleasure. Seth knew he would make Garrett come from this as well, but he would do so slowly. With Garrett's throbbing cock cradled in his fingers it was easy for Seth to move it forward slightly as he slipped his mouth over Garrett again. Seth didn't go down on Garrett, but relished the gasp as he held Garrett's head in his mouth and massaged his husband's frenulum with his tongue.
Garrett couldn't help it. He wanted to come so badly and wanted to do it in Seth's throat. He put a hand to the back of Seth's head. While Garrett would never force Seth, he applied just a little pressure with his fingertips to make his desire known.
"No," Seth took hold of Garrett's wrist and moved his hand away.
"Sweetness, you have me so ready to come," Garrett whispered.
"I thought you wanted me to leave you alone," Seth ran his lips and tongue down Garrett's cum tube and back up.
"You're torturing me," Garrett stated.
"I know," Seth ran his mouth back down the sensitive side of Garrett's cock and ran his tongue under his husband's balls again. Garrett closed his eyes as Seth made love to his aching testicles. How would he ever get through this call?
Seth didn't stop the next time Garrett had to give his input and Garrett was clearly finding it ever more difficult to keep his voice steady. Garrett was quick on the mute button when he finished giving his answer.
"Seth, please make me come," Garrett pleaded.
"I probably will," Seth gave no assurance at all. In truth Seth was fighting to hold himself back.
"Ugh," Garrett moaned from both pleasure and frustration. He let his head drop back against his chair as his husband's lips and tongue continued their sweet torture. Garrett was leaking so profusely by this point that his head and Seth's fingers were coated in his ooze. It threatened to drip onto his sleep pants, but Garrett was well past caring.
At very nearly the point of madness, Garrett decided to quite literally take matters into his own hand. As Seth's lips slipped down to Garrett's tight orbs for the hundredth time, Garrett took hold of himself with the intent of jacking himself over the edge. Seth had him so charged up it would only take seconds. Seth could take it in his mouth if he wanted, or lick his balls while he came all over his tee shirt and sleep pants, Garrett did not care. He managed to give himself all of one stroke before Seth pulled his hand away.
"No," Seth spoke against the throbbing bone.
"Sweetness, please," Garrett pleaded.
"Relax. Work," Seth commanded as he ran his lips and tongue up and down his husband's straining organ.
"Huh," Garrett tried very hard to relax, but his muscles were growing tense. "Sweetness, you have me so close."
Seth, of course, knew that, but it was no less music to his ears. He decided to step up his game slightly. Seth removed his hand and let Garrett's bone lay against his clothes. Garrett's tee shirt was immediately smeared in his precum, but neither man cared. Seth turned his head and leaned further into Garrett's lap. He formed his mouth into an oval and latched onto the side of Garrett's prick, directly on his cum tube and right below Garrett's frenulum. Seth pressed down, trapping his husband's throbbing cock between his lips and Garrett's clothed body. He moved his mouth only slightly onto and just off of Garrett's frenulum, his tongue in constant motion, as he concentrated his efforts on the most sensitive part of his husband's tortured cock, rather than the whole thing.
"Oh, Seth!" Garrett was wide eyed as his husband's talented mouth undulated on his aching rod in exactly the right spot. Seth didn't move on him quite fast enough to send him crashing over the edge, but Garrett would absolutely come from this in short order. And both men knew it. Garrett gripped the arms of his chair tightly and squeezed his eyes shut as his body went stiff from head to toe. If the bosses asked him a question now, he would never know it.
Seth knew Garrett's orgasm was at hand. He felt he had tortured Garrett quite enough. He very much wanted to suck Garrett, but knew what he was doing would bring about his husband's release just as readily at this point.
"Ugh!" Garrett's entire body quivered under his husband's expert ministrations. "Seth! I'm there!" his eyes flew open. Seth felt the hard cock become even more rigid. He felt the cum tube beneath his lips expand.
"Ungh!" Garrett threw his head back as he erupted in a powerful squirt onto his tee shirt. Seth wanted to make his husband come this way and yet he hated the thought of wasting Garrett's love juice. In the second it took Garrett to blow out onto his shirt, Seth moved. Garrett's second bolt blasted directly into Seth's mouth as Seth went down on him.
"Hoh! God!" Garrett all but thrashed in his chair as Seth began to suck him properly. Seth loved the feel of his husband's pulsing weapon as it unloaded in his mouth. He savored the taste of Garrett's cum as he gulped the torrent down. Garrett was not at all able to hold his body still as Seth sucked him through his orgasm.
And then his boss did ask a question directed at him. Reluctantly, but having no other choice, Garrett took the phone off mute. If he thought he had a hard time keeping his voice steady before, it was much worse when his semen was still oozing into his husband's sucking mouth. Garrett cleared his throat in an attempt to cover the fact that his voice cracked liked a teenager. The question was about the Clark account, the one he had won for the bank. It required Garrett's attention and input for several minutes. Seth contently and gently sucked on him the entire time.
When Garrett was finally able to mute the call again, Seth slowly pulled his mouth off his husband's yet hard cock.
"I thought you said you wouldn't suck me," Garrett smiled down on his kneeling husband and put a gentle hand to Seth's face.
"Um, yeah, so I lied," Seth gave a shrug. "I meant I wouldn't make you come that way, and I didn't. I couldn't bear to let you go to waste though."
"It felt like I came a lot," Garrett admitted.
"You did!" Seth licked his lips.
"That's what you get for charging me up the way you did," Garrett smiled.
"Oh, you shouldn't have said that," Seth leaned down to give each spent testicle a soft, wet kiss. "I'm gonna do that every time now," Seth gave a final kiss on the head of Garrett's snake, where it rested in Garrett's cum on his soiled tee shirt. He stood up, leaned down to give his husband a lingering kiss on his lips.
"Mmm," Garrett ran his tongue along Seth's upper lip. He very much liked to taste himself in Seth's mouth.
"Okay, now quit fooling around and get back to work. I have to pick Emmy up at the airport," Seth padded his bare feet out of the study. Garrett smiled and admired the view of his husband's bare butt as he watched Seth go.
Emmett had a much less interesting or talkative flying companion in the seat next to him on the flight home, which only made it seem twice as long. He was actually happy to see Seattle's overcast sky when his plane landed. An advantage of flying American Airlines was that their gates were in Concourse A, rather than South Satellite Concourse. From gate A8, it was a short easy walk to the main terminal. Emmett didn't bother going down to baggage claim as he and Seth both knew he had no luggage.
Emmett strode confidently through the security exit in snug, faded jeans, a tight, black henley that stretched across his huge chest, his worn, but beloved old boots and his messenger bag on his back. Seth almost always saw him first and today was no exception. Emmett broke out in a big grin when he saw the little man running toward him. As usual Seth leapt up onto Emmett and the bigger man caught him in his arms with a booming laugh. Seth wrapped his arms around Emmett's neck and legs around Emmett's torso as he planted a kiss on his best friend's lips.
"Did you miss me that much? I was only gone for a couple of days," Emmett pointed out.
"Please. You know you missed me. Besides, I like having you around, ya big lug," Seth teased. Emmett gave Seth another kiss and set him down on his feet. Seth was striking in a form fitting, sleeveless, pull over shirt with a low cut neck and sides that laced closed with leather cords, The shirt did not meet Seth's painted on, very low rise jeans and the gap displayed Seth's hips and a bit of his happy trail. Though both men were oblivious to it, together they turned the heads of numerous men and women in the terminal.
"Hey, these are sexy. They new?" Emmett reached down to tweak the button of Seth's jeans.
"I know, and yes they are," Seth confirmed as he took Emmett's hand.
"I'm lucky Garrett was already gone this morning when you came to get me," Emmett surmised. "I can't imagine him letting you out of the house. We all know how much it drives him crazy when he can see your little happy trail," he leaned to run a finger through Seth's exposed fur.
"For your information, Garrett is still home," Seth batted Emmett's hand away as they walked through the terminal together. "He had a really long conference call with some bank bigwigs that started very early. He managed to fit in some quality face time with The King, though," Seth furrowed his brow, "I'm not sure how he did that in the middle of his call."
"Must have been a part they didn't need him for, or something," Emmett guessed.
"But don't worry. I got even with him," Seth gave a sigh.
"You know, Sweetie," Emmett shook his head. "My husband can have face time with my dick anytime he wants it, and I have never once thought of that as something I need to get even with him for."
"I'm quite sure he's glad I did," Seth nodded with a smile. "Oh, check that out. I noticed it when I came in," he directed Emmett's attention to a huge sign above the escalator down to the skybridge.
Emirates has landed!
Fly nonstop daily to Dubai
Beginning early next year
Fly Emirates!
"Huh, look at that," Emmett commented as they stepped onto the escalator.
"Yeah, I thought that was awfully convenient of them to start nonstop flights from here on their national airline for us," Seth made the point.
"Just exactly when we'll never need it again. Though, you know what?" Emmett thought about it. "I sure did enjoy stopping over in London, meeting the guys and going to the game and stuff."
"I did too, Emmy. That was a really fun trip. I wouldn't change anything about it," Seth stated as they reached the bottom of the escalator and started across the skybridge to the parking deck. "Well, maybe that one thing," he amended with Nasir's stunt in mind.
They passed a group of girls who all looked young enough to still be in high school. What they were doing in the airport by themselves was anyone's guess. "Aw, don't they make a cute couple!" one of them observed as they passed. Emmett and Seth looked at each other and giggled with them.
"Like I'd marry a moose," Seth scoffed.
"Like I'd marry an Injun," Emmett borrowed the completely inappropriate and racist word Justin used.
"You should be so lucky, Mary," Seth countered. "And, hey, did we forget about Jared? You almost did marry a skin."
"Oh, yeah," Emmett realized. "I guess I did. Where are we parked?" he asked as they emerged into the vast parking deck.
"Right over here," Seth steered them along.
"Please don't take this the wrong way, Seth, because I would never ever want you to be abused the way you were, but if things hadn't happened the way they did, neither of us would be with the love of our life right now," Emmett stated.
"Everything happens for a reason, Emmy," Seth nodded. He too would not change a thing in their shared past, even Jared, if it meant he and Garrett would not have found each other.
"Hey, did you bring my clothes?" Emmett asked as he caught sight of Seth's red Mercedes.
"I was supposed to bring you clothes?" Seth asked innocently.
"Seth! I can't go to work like this!" Emmett stopped in his tracks.
"Relax. They're in the backseat," Seth pulled out his fob and unlocked the car.
"Don't scare me like that," Emmett headed for the passenger side.
"Shut up and get in the car," Seth took the wheel. Emmett lifted the strap of his messenger bag over his head and tossed it on the floor in the front seat. Seth started his C300, backed out of the space, and headed for the exit ramp. Emmett waited until they were through the toll plaza to change his clothes.
"You love those boots," Seth observed as he watched Emmett pull them from his feet.
"How can ya tell?" Emmett asked.
"You've had them as long as I've known you and it is well past time to retire them. They look like hell," Seth was frank.
"Don't hold back, Sweetie," Emmett patted Seth's leg and twisted around to drop them on the floor in the backseat.
"Sorry, was that too subtle for you? Throw them out!" Seth barked.
"But I love them," Emmett said simply.
"Hopeless," Seth shook his head.
"I did learn one important thing in New York," Emmett pulled his shirt off over his head.
"What's that?" Seth bit as Emmett tossed his shirt into the backseat.
"Not to wear those boots to dinner with my husband," Emmett unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. "The waiter even caught me taking them off."
"Ha!" Seth found that very amusing. Emmett worked his jeans down his legs and pulled his feet out of them. It was not easy for a man his size in a small car, but soon Emmett was naked and tossed his jeans in the back as well.
"Don't sit your bare butt in my expensive German leather seat," Seth complained.
"Your German leather loves my German butt," Emmett twisted around again to reach for the neatly stacked pile of folded clothes waiting on the backseat. "Let's see what you picked out for me."
"You do have somenice things in your closet," Seth almost complimented.
"Gee, thanks," Emmett set the shirt aside to find dress socks and a white athletic supporter on top of his dress pants. "Seth, a jock, really?" he held it up.
"You said underwear. That's underwear," Seth reasoned.
"I don't want to wear a jock under my dress pants," Emmett complained.
"You could always go without," Seth suggested with a shrug.
"Not in dress pants," Emmett set the clothes on the floor and stuck his feet into the jock one at a time. He lifted his hips to pull the jock up into place and adjusted himself in the pouch. "There, now I have my underwear on, your expensive leather is still enjoying my bare ass."
"Not nearly as much as I'll enjoy knowing you're wearing that at work all day," Seth snickered.
"Smartass," Emmett picked up the shirt and leaned forward to put it on.
"You're just lucky I couldn't find that lace up one I gave you," Seth warned.
"That's because I have it with me!" Emmett informed as he buttoned his shirt. "It's here in my bag."
"I thought that's where it went. Did Nasir enjoy it on you?" Seth asked. "Again."
"You know," Emmett smiled, "it never made it out of my bag, but Nasi enjoys it on me every day. You remember that picture Simon's date took of us with Dane's camera? The one that got us in so much trouble?"
"Emmy's Angels?" Seth laughed.
"Yeah, I think you did say that at the time," Emmett thought back. "Anyway, he said he was going to get it blown up and framed, and it's hanging right at the bottom of the stairs."
"Ha!" Seth found that very amusing. "Well, you have to admit, that is a very hot picture."
"Okay, yeah, but I wouldn't have chosen to put it on the wall for everyone to enjoy," Emmett stated. "I mean, what if my mom visits him, or us, there someday for some reason?"
"She could only be proud. She made the hunk in that picture after all," Seth pointed out.
"That's what she'll be, proud. Her hunk son will be embarrassed as all shit," Emmett shook his head.
"Oh!" Seth had a fantastic idea. "We should get Carson to pose for one exactly the same way and hang them side by side!"
"Yeah, you be sure to ask him to do that," Emmett knew perfectly well his brother would never agree to such a thing.
By the time they were up in the city and off the freeway, Emmett had his dress pants, belt, socks and dress shoes on, and shirt tucked in.
"Okay, have a fun day. I'll be back for you at seven," Seth pulled to the curb in front of Emmett's office building. "Oh, hey, dinner tonight and we want to hear all about your trip."
"It's a date. Thanks, Sweetie," Emmett leaned over to give Seth a parting kiss on his lips before he got out of the car ready to start his day at work.
Seth pulled away as Emmett walked into his building and made the short drive home quickly. He parked in his spot beneath their building and noted that Garrett's Maybach was missing. Seth smiled to himself with thoughts of how his morning went before he dashed out to get Emmett. He got out of the car and stashed Emmett's worn, old boots in the trunk before he headed for the elevator.
Once inside his home, Seth headed straight for his home office. He had to get the Seattle Gay News website updated with the latest on Marriage Equality in Washington. Knowing his husband would get straight to work, Garrett left a note on Seth's computer keyboard.
I love you
"Aw," Seth was touched when he saw and picked up the note. "My man is so sweet," he said to himself. Seth pulled his cell out of his pocket with some difficulty as these new jeans were even tighter than most, to send his husband a text.
I love you too
Seth smiled as he imagined the smile that would bring to Garrett's face in the middle of another meeting. He set the phone aside as he took a seat and logged onto the SGN server. Just as soon as he did a through struck him and he reached for his phone. Even as Seth picked it up, it rang in his hand.
"Well that's timing," Seth said to himself. He checked the screen to see who was calling. "Oh," Seth was pleasantly surprised. He accepted the call and put the cell to his ear. "Good morning, hunky DJ."
"Hi, Seth," Tony's strong, confident, sexy voice came through loud and clear. "I hope I'm not disturbing you. Is now a good time? You got a few minutes?"
"As many as you need, Tony. Now is perfect," Seth answered. "I'm kinda surprised you're up this early though. It's not even noon."
"Yeah, I didn't really sleep much last night," Tony confessed. Seth knew without being told that Tony was pacing in his living room as they spoke.
"This is about Dane," Seth didn't need to ask.
"Yes. Has he talked to you?" Tony almost sounded panicked.
"No. I haven't spoken with him. Talk to me, Tony," Seth bid.
"God, I hope I didn't fuck up. I mean, I really hope I didn't fuck up," Tony expressed as he paced. Seth knew Tony pushed a hand through his thick, rich, Italian hair while he said that.
"What happened, Tony?" Seth was concerned.
"Dane is so sweet, Seth. I really, really like him. I mean, a lot. And I hope I didn't, I might of, it was last night at Ruckus and, well, fuck! I wish I was making even a little sense," Tony expressed.
"Take a deep breath, Tony. You're a super sweet guy too. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. Tell me everything," Seth tried his best to calm him.
"Okay," Tony did take a deep breath. "I'll start at the beginning. We made plans to have dinner when we were together at Remix. That was for Thursday, but we both felt like that was too long to wait."
"That's a good sign," Seth observed.
"So we met for coffee on Tuesday. Some little place that he likes. Cute place, actually. We were there for two and a half hours just talking about, well, everything and nothing, but it seemed like five minutes," Tony relayed.
"Another good sign," Seth pointed out.
"Yeah, it was so great, Seth, and then, when I went over to his place for dinner," Tony continued. "Okay, first of all, he's a really great cook. It was wonderful. The lights were dim and he had candles everywhere."
"Sounds romantic," Seth smiled.
"So romantic. We took our time. We talked and talked, and drank both the bottles of wine I brought with me. I helped him clean up and then we went and sat on his sofa," Tony paused to take a deep breath.
"Go on," Seth prodded.
"We started kissing. God, do I love to kiss him!" Tony exclaimed. "Okay, Seth, I'm telling you this 'cause I know you guys are close and I need your advice."
"I'm here for you, Tony," Seth assured.
"Thank you. So, anyway, I got so hard and so did he, and I just knew I had to get out of there," Tony expressed.
"Um, why?" Seth asked.
"Seth, I want to take things slow. I mean, not slow-slow, but," Tony paused and Seth could just tell he was pushing his fingers through his thick hair again. "How do I explain this without sounding like an idiot? When Scotty left me I was broken. I know you know that."
"I remember," Seth admitted.
"I worked, but that was about it. For a long time my only company was Kayla and my only relief was my own hand. It hasn't been long now that I started to even notice other guys, but all the guys who come on to me in the clubs totally turn me off. They're all just Scotty all over again. With Scotty the sex was great, but that's all we had. He never wanted to do anything with me. Dane makes me forget all of it, everything. He's like, just what I want, just what I need," Tony explained. "Scotty and I fell into bed the day we met and I fucked him stupid. That's why I don't want to rush things with Dane. I really like him, Seth. I don't want it to be just about the sex, though, I know it'll be fantastic. I don't want just a lover, I want a partner. Someone to share my life with and I feel like I can have that with Dane. Anyway, I was so hard in my pants and when he curled his fingers around me while we were kissing, I just knew I had to get out of there before I tore his clothes off of him. I made an excuse about having to get home to let Kayla out, but it didn't work. Dane asked if he could come with me, said he wanted to meet Kayla. Seth, I just couldn't say no. I wanted him with me so bad. So, I told him to follow me to my house, so he would know the way."
"And he did," Seth just knew.
"Yeah, he did. And Kayla loves him. Well, she's a lab, so she pretty much likes everybody, but I mean, she was all over him and he really seemed to love it. He got right down on the floor and let her push him down. He just laughed while she slobbered all over him. I had to pull her off," Tony relayed. Seth noted that much of the tension in Tony's voice was gone when he spoke of this pleasant memory.
"I took him in the bathroom so he could wash the dog slobber off his face while I took her out," Tony continued. "Then we sat on my sofa together. It wasn't quite as romantic. I don't have any candles and Kayla kept bringing her tennis ball to drop in his lap. Everyone who comes over, came to see her you know."
"Nice of her to help you entertain," Seth teased.
"Yeah, she's a giver my Kayla. Dane threw her ball down the hall for her to chase for a while, which is her absolute favorite thing and he seemed to enjoy too. Then, when I finally got her to lay down, I took him in my arms and we laid down on the sofa together," Tony confessed.
"And?" Seth prompted.
"He put his hand on my face and he's so gentle," Tony relayed. "He traced my whole face with his fingers. I did the same to him I think. I was so lost just looking into his eyes. We kissed some more, but less urgently, you know? We kissed slowly and took our time, and then his hands were under my shirt. I let him take it off of me. I unbuttoned his shirt and slowly took it off of him too. He has the tightest little body, Seth."
"I'm well aware," Seth stated.
"You are?" this seemed to take Tony by surprise.
"Get Dane to show you the pictures of us at Dickslap at the Eagle wearing only our jocks," Seth directed.
"What?!" Tony did not like the sound of that one bit.
"Emmett was with us," Seth added.
"Oh, okay," all trace of Tony's agitation was gone.
"Please go on," Seth bid.
"So, his hands roamed my chest and I let my hands explore him while we kissed too," Tony continued. "I ran my fingers along the top of his jeans and, Seth, I don't know what I was thinking. I let my fingers slip into his waistband, just a tiny bit, his happy trail is so sweet, but it was enough. He was hard and not only hard, but leaking, and his whole body went stiff when my fingers touched the head of his dick. I pulled my fingers out of his pants and I might have stuck them in my mouth, I don't even remember now. I wanted, no not wanted, want, him so badly I can fucking taste it."
"I think you just did," Seth pointed out.
"I think I did. Anyway, I pulled him to me and I kissed him, harder than I ever had before. He just seemed to melt right into me. I let my hand slowly roam down his back and right down inside the back of his jeans. Seth, I knew I shouldn't do it, but I just had to, he has the sweetestlittle butt! I gripped his cheek and ran my fingers into his crack, and he whimpered into my mouth. I made him whimper for me! I have never felt like I was gonna come in my pants before, but when my fingers reached into his crack, he grabbed my dick again, tightly, urgently, and right then I got damn close," Tony revealed. "I pulled my hand out of his pants and broke the kiss, and told him that I needed to cool down. I'm sure he did too. I got up and put my shirt back on."
"Oh, Tony," Seth made no attempt to hide his disappointment.
"I know, Seth! I'm so fucking stupid!" Tony exclaimed. "I want him so bad, and I know he wants me too!"
"Then what are you waiting for?" Seth asked.
"I don't want it to be just about the sex. That's all Scotty and I had," Tony lamented.
"Tony, trust me on this, it's not just about the sex," Seth stated. "What happened when you got up and put your shirt back on?"
"I sat back down beside him and took his hands in mine, and I told him this was the best night I'd had in forever and that we had to make plans to see each other again. I told him I did not want us to ever part without concrete plans to see each other again," Tony expressed. "I walked him out to his car and kissed him in the street and watched him drive away. It was hard watching him drive away. Hell, it was hard watching him put his shirt back on. I wanted, want, him in my bed."
"Where he belongs," Seth agreed. "Your plans were for Ruckus. What happened last night?"
"I told him to come to the bar. I left word at the door that he was to be admitted immediately and brought directly to me in the DJ booth," Tony explained. "I made sure his beers were on the house too and he helped me DJ all night. It was a blast."
"Nothing in that even hints at fucking up, Tony," Seth observed.
"No, not that part. We had a great time, but, he was, I don't know, distant. Not distant, but reserved somehow. I put my arm around him at one point and he put his arm around me too, but, Seth, we didn't kiss once, all night," Tony laid bare his fears. "I feel like I really fucked things up."
"Tony, you have to admit, you have been sending him some pretty mixed signals," Seth pointed out.
"I have?" Tony was too close to see it.
"Did you tell Dane that dinner had to be during the week because you wouldn't want to leave?" Seth knew full well the answer. Dane had been beyond elated when he shared that little tidbit.
"Yeah," Tony admitted.
"But you did leave," Seth led Tony along.
"I did," Tony followed.
"And at your house it was beyond clear that you are two healthy, attractive men who want each other very badly. Would you not agree with that assessment?" Seth asked.
"Yeah," Tony could only agree.
"Tell me again what's holding you back?" Seth prompted.
"I just remember how it was with Scotty. Sex was all we had. All he ever wanted to talk about was his softball team. I stopped going to his games 'cause he never even once acknowledged me when I did. And it's not like people didn't know, it's a gay league for fuck's sake. The only place he ever went with me was when I was DJing. And then it was only so he could get in and drink for free. I never saw him all night, except the few times he would drag his friends by the DJ booth to point at me like I'm some kind of trophy," Tony lamented.
"Tony, where was Dane when he joined you at Ruckus?" Seth asked.
"Right by my side all night," Tony answered. "He stayed with me till after last call and we packed up."
"Why do you think that is?" Seth prodded.
"I hope it's 'cause he likes me as much as I like him," Tony admitted.
"That's exactly what it means, Tony," Seth confirmed. "And when you two met for coffee, tell me again what you talked about."
"All kinds of stuff! He's so easy to talk to. He makes me feel good," Tony confessed.
"That means you two have more than sex," Seth finished his lesson. "Or it would mean that if you were having sex."
"Fuck, Seth, what do I do? How do I fix this?" worry was clear in Tony's voice.
"Fuck Dane is what you do. Tony, you are both really sweet, genuine guys. You would make a beautiful couple," Seth advised. "You've both been shit on by men who didn't deserve you. Be the kind, sweet, loving guys to each other that you are, and everything will be fine. Trust me, Tony. You are a natural top. Anyone who looks at you can see it. Dane is a natural bottom. I know you know that already. See what fits together and take it from there."
"Maybe tomorrow after coffee, I'll just take him home with me," Tony thought out loud. "Or I promised to take him out to dinner. Shit. I have a van or my motorcycle. Neither of those are very romantic."
"You don't think Dane would love to hold onto to you on the back of your motorcycle?" Seth knew the answer.
"You think?" Tony had a smile at that thought that Seth could hear in his voice.
"I never think, Tony, I know," Seth stated. "And after dinner is a better idea."
"That way I can keep him all night hopefully," Tony caught on. "God, how great would it be to wake up next to him and cook him breakfast! And then do it again."
"I expect a report on Wednesday," Seth announced. "Afternoon."
"I am so glad I talked to you, Seth. Thank you so much for listening," Tony was sincere. "You really helped me put everything in perspective."
"Yeah, well, you big, hunky tops are a little slow sometimes," Seth teased.
"I guess we are," Tony again had that big smile Seth could hear. "I owe you a big hug and a pat on your butt, you clever little bottom. I mean, if your husband won't mind."
"Oh, he's used to it," Seth assured.
"Thanks again for talking to me," Tony sounded like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
"I'm always here for my friends. Bye, Tony," Seth ended the call and set down his phone. He turned his attention to his screen and suddenly remembered why he had reached for the phone in the first place. "Oh!" Seth snatched the phone back up again and touched the icon to dial a stored number.
"Hi, Seth," Edward answered on the second ring.
"Edward!" Seth was surprised.
"You were expecting someone else?" Edward asked.
"I was expecting to get your voicemail. You're not out hiking or gobbling knobs or something?" Seth teased.
"I'm actually helping out in the office in Paradise today and Jasper's in New York, Seth, so the only knob on my menu is not withing gobbling range," Edward teased right back.
"But, if it was?" Seth couldn't help himself.
"Then you would be talking to my voicemail," Edward gave as good as he got.
"Okay, listen, I'm really busy and I don't have time to trade quips with you, fun as it is. Dinner at the penthouse tonight, be here, be ready," Seth commanded.
"I'd love to," Edward was quick.
"Listen, Cullen, Emmy just got back and he'll be down and he needs a date, so to speak, and, wait, what? You'd love to?" it took a moment for Seth to register Edward's easy agreement.
"I'd love to," Edward repeated.
"You're not going to argue or fight me?" Seth asked.
"I'll come straight from the mountain, if you don't mind terribly, my uniform hat in my hand. Now shut up already. I'd love to see Em anyway," Edward expressed.
"He saw Jasper," Seth stated. "But I'm sure you know that already."
"I do and they had a great time. I heard all about it," Edward confirmed.
"Straight from the mountain. See you later. Kisses," Seth ended the call and set the phone down again. "Okay,whatta ya got for me, boys?" he began to work on the website.
Just over a minute later his cell rang again. Seth might have been annoyed until he saw who it was. "Hi, Dane," he answered.
"Hi, Seth. You're not in the office today. I know 'cause I just left there," Dane stated.
"Working from home. Or hardly working as the case seems to be today," Seth held the cell in his left hand and worked with the other.
"I'm kinda in the neighborhood. Mind if I stop by?" Dane asked.
"I would love that, Dane. You never need to call. Just come over," Seth didn't need his powers to know why Dane wanted to see him.
"Kay. See you in a few," Dane promised.
"Kisses," Seth ended the call.
Fifteen minutes later the call came from the security door to the landline and Seth buzzed Dane through the main door. He then walked out of his office and through the penthouse to the front doors, which he left ajar. Seth then headed to the kitchen to pour two cups of coffee. He knew how his friend took his. He was just sirring when the yell came from the front door.
"Kitchen!" Seth called back. He rinsed the spoon and set it in the sink before Dane appeared. The photographer wore a seersucker blazer over a tight blue tee shirt, snug jeans and dark blue boat shoes.
"Hi, Seth," Dane did not hesitate to give the smaller man a tight hug.
"Hi, Dane," Seth hugged his friend inside his jacket. "And don't you look cute, by the way. You gotta wear this for Tony."
"I was kinda hoping to talk to you about Tony," Dane confessed as they let go of each other.
"I thought you might be," Seth picked up the mugs and handed one to Dane.
"Oh, thanks," Dane took a sip. They moved toward the big kitchen table together.
"I know how Remix and coffee went, but somehow I haven't talked to you since before your dinner," Seth rubbed Dane's back as they crossed the kitchen. "Tell me everything," he directed as they sat down.
"Okay," Dane put his hands flat on the table. "I told you I was gonna do a London broil. And it turned out great. Better than usual, actually, which is amazing 'cause I was so nervous!"
"Why were you nervous? You're a good cook, you have a nice place and you're a little hottie," Seth bolstered. "What's to be nervous about?"
"Oh, no reason. I was just expecting a god for dinner!" Dane exaggerated.
"Tony's a big, hunky beauty, I'm not gonna say he's not, but he's just a guy," Seth pointed out. "He has the same hang ups and fears as the rest of us."
"There's no way he's afraid of anything," Dane shook his head. "And have you seen the fucking club he has in his pants?!"
"I can't say that I have, but do tell me all about it," Seth smiled.
"I wish I could!" Dane exclaimed. "Okay, so when he came over he brought two bottles of wine with him and opened the first one right away. It was really good too. Italian, of course. I wish I could remember what it was. Anyway, I had some vegetables and dips out and we munched and drank wine in the kitchen together while I finished up. We ate pretty slowly 'cause we just kept talking and when we finished, we just sat there for the longest time, drinking more wine and talking. And, Seth, he held my hand the entire time!"
"He's sweet," Seth smiled.
"So sweet! He makes me melt!" Dane all but swooned. "And he's smart too. We talked about everything from Syria to the environment. He's well read and thoughtful."
"You don't often find that in a big, hunky top," Seth cracked wise.
"No, you don't!" Dane laughed with Seth.
"What happened after dinner?" Seth prompted.
"He insisted on helping me clean up. He even washed the pots and everything that didn't go in the dishwasher. We went to the living room after that and he started kissing me. Oh my God, Seth, he is such a great kisser!" Dane gushed.
"You might have mentioned that," Seth smiled.
"Well, it's worth mentioning again! Anyway, we both got so hard," Dane continued. "And he's so big! This is where it got confusing to me," he confessed. "I couldn't help myself. I had to touch him. I ran my hand over that ginormous bulge in his pants, and I slowly, kinda, took hold of it."
"And?" Seth urged gently.
"And I thought that this was it. I thought we would end up in the bedroom. Or stayed in the living room, I didn't care either way," Dane gave a shrug. "My plan, my hope, was to grope on him for another minute or two while we kissed and then unzip him."
"But?" Seth nudged.
"But he got up. He thanked me for a wonderful dinner and said he had to get home to let Kayla out," Dane relayed. "You know he has a big, black lab, right?"
"I knew that," Seth confirmed.
"So I said that we had no need to cut our evening short," Dane continued. "I offered to go with him. I wanted to meet Kayla anyway. I love dogs. I felt kinda stupid at first, like maybe he was trying to get rid of me, but he smiled and said that he would love that. I secretly grabbed a few of the Magnums I bought, 'cause a regular condom would never fit him, and got in the car. He just lives over in Miller Park. So it maybe took ten minutes to get there. I pulled up right behind him and we could hear Kayla barking as soon as we got out of our cars. She stopped when he put his key in the lock and when he opened the door, there she stood wagging her big ole tail and smiling from ear to ear. She couldn't wait to sniff and poke me just as soon as I was inside. Tony made her sit. She listens pretty well. I made the mistake of squatting down in front of her to say hi properly."
"Uh, oh," Seth knew what happened.
"That dog has kisses, I'll tell you. A big ole slurp up the side of my face with her tongue," Dane relayed with a joyful smile. "And she has such bright, pretty eyes. She moved forward, which made me fall onto my back."
"Right where you belong," Seth quipped.
"I know, right?!" Dane enthused. "I was hoping to end up on my back in his house, but not right inside the front door and not for the dog. Anyway, she laid her chest on mine, held me down with her paws on my shoulders, butt in the air, tail flying, and licked my whole face."
"Okay, yuk," Seth made a face.
"I laughed my ass off the whole time. I love dogs and Kayla is just a giant, teddy bear dog. Of course, she's as big as me. Tony pulled her off me pretty quick and showed me the bathroom so I could wash all the slobber off my face. He took her out," Dane became thoughtful as he switched tacks. "He has a nice place. It's a really old house."
"That's a really old neighborhood," Seth added.
"He has a room set up with all his professional equipment where he makes his own mixes and stuff. My computers and printers would look pretty nice in there, just sayin'," Dane took a sip of
his coffee.
"Are you ready to move in?" Seth smiled his question.
"Well, no, not yet, obviously," Dane's face darkened.
"Tell me what happened," Seth put a hand on his friend's forearm.
"We played with Kayla for a little while. Then he made her lay down," Dane answered. "I asked if we could lay down."
"Ya brazen hussy," Seth teased.
"That might be the problem," Dane nodded slowly to himself.
"I'm sorry, Dane. Go on," Seth urged.
"He didn't hesitate though. Tony took me in his arms and laid us down on his sofa. There was only the one lamp on, so it was just right. He started kissing me again and he held me to him. He is such a fantastic kisser, Seth. He makes me melt," Dane expressed. "And he makes me so hard! I managed to pull back enough to put my hands inside his shirt. Ugh, Seth! His chest is like, well, he's like Emmett!"
"No, thank you. I like my men a little less brutish. I'm happy for you and Nasir though," Seth nodded.
"He's not a brute!" Dane immediately defended.
"He probably bench presses a tour bus before breakfast like Emmy does," Seth gave a dismissive wave.
"He's kind and sweet to me," Dane continued. "Like Emmett is to Nasir."
"Anyway...," Seth forged ahead.
"Alright, so, anyway," Dane got back on track. "He let me pull his shirt off of him and he did the same to me. I wanted to kiss and lick my way down his body, but he had my mouth pretty busy with his. And then, oh my God, Seth, he ran his fingers along the waistband of my jeans and when he got to the button, he stuck his fingers inside my jeans, just, like, barely an inch!" he held up his hands to demonstrate. "Just to the first knuckle! His hands are bigger, obviously."
"And what did he find there?" Seth gave a sly smile.
"I was so hard and turned on, Seth," Dane confessed an obvious truth. "And because of the way I adjusted myself on the drive over, I was pointing up. So I was fully, fully hard. Thank God I didn't wear low rise jeans, like the ones you have on, or I would have been poking out."
"That might have solved things," Seth considered.
"And not only was I very hard, but leaking. I mean, of course I was," Dane relayed. "He stopped kissing me and I know I gasped when his fingers circled my head. Then you won't believe what he did. Seth, he pulled his fingers out of my pants and stuck them in his mouth, and never broke eye contact with me. Then he pulled me to him and stuck his tongue in my mouth."
"That's hot," Seth agreed.
"It gets hotter," Dane promised. "He pulled me to him again and ran his hands over my back. Seth, he reached down inside my jeans, in back this time, to grab my butt!
"Oh, right where he belongs," Seth commented. "Or on his way to where he belongs."
"I know! He even reached into my crack with his fingers!" Dane could hardly sit in his chair as he relayed this. "I was so turned on! I mean, more turned on. I might have made a noise 'cause he kissed me even harder than he ever had before. I could feel him, hard and huge as ever down his pantleg against my leg. He couldn't be comfortable like that. So, I grabbed it again. I wanted to free it. It just seemed the natural next step. He was playing with my butt. It's only natural for me to want to play with his dick. Right?"
"Absolutely. Completely," Seth did not equivocate.
"I wanted to unzip him and kiss him and lick him and suck him and not only because, well, obviously," Dane gave a shrug, "but because I wanted to make sure that monster would fit!"
"I have faith in you, Dane," Seth patted his friend's arm.
"But then, I don't know what happened. He stopped again. He pulled his hand out of my pants and sat up. I wasn't sure what I did wrong, but I think I do now," Dane nodded to himself.
"Dane, you didn't do anything wrong," Seth stated.
"No, I did," Dane countered. "I know because he got up and put his shirt back on. He said he needed to cool down. I put my shirt back on too. I wanted to run! I think he could see my fear 'cause he sat down and held my hands. He said this was the best night he'd had in forever."
"It coulda been," Seth observed.
"It shoulda been!" Dane agreed completely. "He said the sweetest thing then. He said he didn't want us to ever part without concrete plans to see each other again."
"Ruckus," Seth stated simply.
"Yeah. The doorman was expecting me and took me right to Tony in the DJ booth. His face lit up when he saw me. He gave me a warm hug and a sweet kiss. The waiters brought me whatever I wanted all night. They never charged me, but I made a point to tip them anyway. It was fun. It was nice just being with him. He put his arm around me and held me to him a lot, but it wasn't the same," Dane conveyed. "And now I think I know why. I think I was too forward before. He probably doesn't want a bottom that keeps grabbing for his dick. He wants to be in control and I should have let him be. I didn't paw at him at the bar. He did kiss me in the parking lot when we were leaving. That was nice. My reward for behaving maybe."
"Dane, you did nothing wrong and I need you to stop thinking that you did," Seth was firm.
"I feel like I messed things up," Dane confided.
"You two sing a very similar song," Seth observed.
"You talked to him?!" Dane again could hardly keep himself in his chair. "Oh my God! Why are you letting me just blather on? What did he say?!"
"Take it easy," Seth returned his hand to Dane's forearm. "He feels the same way. He knows he's been sending some pretty mixed signals."
"Well, but I thought I was the cause of that," Dane was confused.
"You're not, Dane. He had a little bit of a hang up, but I think we'll find that's over now. I'll tell you what I told him. You are both really sweet, genuine guys and I think you would make a beautiful couple," Seth repeated. "You've both been shit on by men who didn't deserve you. If you two just be the kind, sweet, loving guys to each other that you are, everything will be fine. That is my advice. Don't over think it. Don't think that there is something that you should or shouldn't do. Just do what you feel and what comes naturally. Like grabbing his dick for example. Do not stop doing that. He loves it."
"He said that?!" Dane's whole face lit up.
"He didn't need to say that," Seth answered.
"I will then! I'll do more than grab it. I'll choke on it!" Dane expressed.
"I'm sure he'll like that too," Seth smiled.
"What was his hang up though?" Dane was perplexed.
"I might should let him tell you, but his ex was interested in only one thing from Tony," Seth began.
"What?" Dane didn't see it.
"His dick and how hard he could pound it to him," Seth explained. "Scotty was quite neglectful otherwise, not interested or involved in Tony's life at all, and once he got bored, left him."
"That stupid shit!" Dane made a fist. "I would never do that! Tony's not just beautiful, he's smart and kind and interesting. What do I do, Seth?"
"Exactly what you are doing, Dane. Be you, just as you are. Talk to him and listen to him and be with him," Seth advised. "Share your life with him and let him share his."
"That's all I want to do!" Dane exclaimed. "What do you think that crack about my equipment fitting in with his was all about?"
"And when that day comes, I better be the first one invited over there to see it," Seth commanded.
"You have yourself a deal," Dane offered his hand and Seth shook it. "Oh, Seth, I could fall so hard for him," he confessed as he took a sip of his coffee.
"You already are," Seth divined.
"I am," Dane admitted.
"The feeling is mutual, Dane," Seth assured.
"You think?" Dane looked and sounded hopeful.
"You know me better than that. I know," Seth stated. "If you both just be yourselves, all will be well. So, coffee tomorrow."
"Yeah," Dane confirmed. "You know Insomniax there on Fifteenth? You've met me there before."
"Cute little place," Seth endorsed.
"That's what he said. So, we're meeting there at one thirty again," Dane informed.
"Keep your dinner plans open too," Seth advised.
"Yeah?" Dane's face lit up again.
"And keep a few of those condoms in your pocket," Seth added.
"I will!" Dane was elated. "Is he taking me out? Where is he taking me?"
"How would I know? You think I'm some kind of oracle or something?" Seth was falsely modest.
"Please, everyone who knows you, knows you are!" Dane countered.
"Okay, the Oracle is in. Here's my prophecy," Seth began. "He will take you someplace nice, but not crazy fancy because he will take you on his motorcycle, unless it's raining in which case you should drive, or let him drive your car."
"You don't know if it will rain or not, Oracle?" Dane teased.
"You want predictions about the rain, click on the weather. Now, pay attention," Seth chastised. "It will not be an Italian place for two reasons. One, that's just too obvious, and second, Tony, because he learned from his parents, is a fantastic Italian cook. The best Italian food in town is in his kitchen, or even more certainly, in his parents' kitchen. He will then take you home with him and you two will have a fantastic time. Here's another prophecy: The day will come when he takes you with him to some family dinner at his parents' house and you'll have to get ready when that day comes."
"For what?" Dane was suddenly a little apprehensive.
"I am sure you will find he has a huge family," Seth predicted.
"He has three brothers and three sisters," Dane confirmed. "All but his youngest brother are married and have kids."
"There you go," Seth nodded. "He will take you to the big family dinner and be proud to have you at his side," Seth just couldn't shut it off. "It will be your debut in the family. Expect parents, probably a grandparent or two, some aunts and uncles, all his siblings, their spouses and at least a dozen kids. And all of them will be waiting to meet you because they will have heard all about Tony's cute, sweet, little boyfriend by then."
"Yeah? Jeeze," Dane was intimidated.
"They will all love you, in spite of what the Catholic Church has taught them to think, so just be yourself and all will be well," Seth advised. "I'll share my secret. Bond with the mom and grandmother, and you're in. Ask my mother and grandmother-in-law."
"You're the best, Seth. What would we all do without you?" Dane wondered aloud.
"Live in fear and darkness," Seth rose from the kitchen table and took Dane's hand. "I have to work on the SGN website. Come help me in the office," he urged. Dane just smiled and picked up his coffee as Seth led him out of the kitchen.