AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Once again, I apologize for the long delay between postings. Work, the work I get paid for, is kicking my ass. I will also be posting the next chapter of Linden Gardens, Notting Hill this afternoon.
The FF witch hunt appears to have subsided for the time being. I will continue to post here and on AO3 for as long as I can. When/if I am forced to complete the relocation you can find me at - archiveofourown ~dot~ org. Then just do a search for Jtrue.
I had a GREAT time with my darling sister here in the cold desert, airline mishaps notwithstanding. And, Sis, thank you for the dusting.
Big hugs to my ladies, Maureen, Rebecca, Kate and Pauline.
Anyone who has not read the incredible Equal & Opposite, or is not now reading the brilliance that is Errors & Omissions, or Enticements & Obstructions, all by OhJasperMyJasper, should go do so right now. Here is how you find them since the FF witch hunt removed Liz from this site - ohjaspermyjasper ~dot~ blogspot ~dot~ com.
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 31: Welcome Home Again
It was the ringing that woke him. Emmett rolled over, thinking in his sleep to reach for his bedside table, but found only a wall of tufted leather. Momentarily confused, Emmett lifted his head to take in his surroundings. It took only a moment, and another ring of his cell, for him to remember where he was and why. And that he still had his shorts on, and that was where his phone was. Emmett quickly extracted it from his pocket and answered.
"Hi, Baby," Emmett greeted.
"Good morning, my habibi zawji," Nasir's smile was clear in his voice.
"I'm so sorry I didn't call you last night," Emmett was sincere.
"It is okay, Habibi. I know how tired you must have been. Garrett called me," Nasir informed.
"He did? So you know I slept up here?" Emmett asked.
"You did not want to get into our bed without me," Nasir correctly surmised.
"I'm sorry, Babe," Emmett knew there was no use denying it, but he didn't want his husband to feel bad.
"Do not be sorry," Nasir's voice conveyed his understanding. "I know exactly how you feel. Since I have had you in this bed with me, I hate it now without you."
"I just want to hold you in my arms so you can feel how much I love you," Emmett stated.
"I feel it. Always I do. I hope you do too," Nasir expressed.
"I do, Nasi. I love you so much. I can't wait for you to come home this weekend," Emmett anticipated.
"Me too. My plane lands at ten on Friday. You will be in my arms in three days, my zawji," Nasir outlined what Emmett already knew.
"You know how I like to welcome you home," Emmett reached into his denim shorts with his free hand. This pleasant thought made his already hard cock throb.
"Oh, yes! Allah, I am going to be so obvious in these pants," Nasir stated. Emmett knew his husband's dick was growing in his suit pants and his mouth watered for it.
"Are you on your way to work?" Emmett asked.
"I will pull up in just a minute," Nasir confirmed.
"If I were there I would unzip you and, no, sorry," Emmett pulled his hand out of his shorts. "I'll save that for tonight. I don't want you walking into your office with my business in everyone's face."
"I will save it for you," Nasir offered.
"Oh, yes, please," Emmett licked his lips at that thought.
"Will you sleep in our bed tonight?" Nasir changed the subject.
"I will," Emmett answered. "And I bribed Eddie to come crawl in with me. I won't let him use your pillow 'cause I need that to smell like you. He's doing a ride along with Roberto tonight. He'll get done with that pretty late so I gave him a key. Saves him having to drive all the way home at that hour. I hope that's okay."
"I am glad Edward can hold you for me," Nasir expressed. "As long as that is all he does in my stead," he added.
"Okay, no dick," Emmett faux bemoaned.
"I will give you all the dick you need on Friday," Nasir assured.
"I can't wait," Emmett's smile was clear in his voice.
"I am pulling up to the office now," Nasir informed. "Ana b'hebbak, my zawji."
"I love you too, with all my heart," Emmett assured.
"Call me when you go to bed," Nasir reminded.
"I will, Babe. I promise. Have a good day," Emmett bid.
"You too. Bye," Nasir had arrived at work, but was loathe to hang up.
"Bye, Nasi," Emmett spoke with feeling and ended the call. He just laid there in the dark for a moment on the giant sofa in Seth and Garrett's media room. In truth, Emmett felt a little pathetic. He should have slept in his own home in his own bed.
Emmett rose and was glad for the small wall sconce left on in the hall powder room. He took a piss and then headed for Seth's home office where he knew he could find pen and paper.
Thank you
Sorry I'm so pathetic
I love you guys
Em
He left this note on the bar for them. Emmett was torn. He wanted to go give both Seth and Garrett a hug. Hell, if he was honest with himself, he would love to just crawl in with them, but a big man creeping into their bedroom in the dark of night might just throw them into a panic, and that was the last thing Emmett wanted. He slipped out the front door as quietly as he could. It wasn't until he stepped out of the elevator on his floor that he realized he must have left his tank top wherever it fell last night. Oh well, he knew he would get it back. The only thing on Emmett's agenda right now was getting to the gym. His muscles cried out to lift weight. He had understandably not spent a single moment even thinking about it while he was in New York with his husband, but right now, as Seth was fond of saying, he was ready to bench press a chevy. It not only kept him in shape, it helped work out the frustration of being separated from the love of his life.
The text from Garrett came in while he was in the shower.
You are not pathetic at all
We love you
You are welcome anytime
Emmett smiled as he cinched his towel about his waist and headed for his kitchen to grab some breakfast. He intended to get to work early. A large project was coming due and the more hours he could give the company to help with that, the more it would ingratiate him to his superiors.
He went slightly out of his way on the short drive to work so he could go past the Four Seasons Hotel. Emmett drove past slowly, letting his memories of the place flow over him. He and Nasir were infatuated with each other when Nasir checked into this hotel, and in love when he checked out. Emmett's smile faded and he cursed himself for this indulgence as it only made his soul long for his husband even more.
When he arrived at the office that morning, Emmett found it was already abuzz with activity. He immediately agreed to work eight to eight all week. The big boss pledged to provide lunch for everyone who agreed to work right through it this week, such was the looming deadline. Emmett didn't mind one bit. It kept his mind busy and he had less time to miss his husband. He knew his partner in life was working just as hard on the opposite coast.
Emmett baked himself a chicken breast and steamed some vegetables for a late dinner that night. He deliberately did not bother Seth and Garrett. He knew they loved and supported him, but he wanted to give them their own domestic couple time. Emmett turned on the television in the living room and sat on the sofa to eat his dinner. He kept his cell close at hand for the text he knew was coming.
I love you
Emmett smiled and knew this was Seth checking on him. Still holding his plate with one hand he typed a note back with his thumb.
I'm fine
I love you too
True to his word, Emmett called Nasir when he got into bed. Keeping a second promise, he outlined to his husband just what he wanted to do to him on his ride into his office that morning, and in explicit detail what he would do to Nasir the very first time he was able to visit him in that office, until they were both achingly hard and dripping. Wanting to save their juices for each other, and finding that an escalating battle, they rang off after only fifteen minutes on the phone, looking ever more forward to the moment Nasir's plane landed on Friday. It was not even three whole days away now, but at the moment, seemed much too far off.
Some nights were busy. Some were slow. There was often no pattern to it. Many times Roberto and his detective partner went into a midweek shift expecting it to be slow and found it anything but. At eleven, Roberto and Edward responded to a domestic disturbance and discovered two cousins fighting over a girl who had slept with them both. They had destroyed the house and beaten each other to a bloody mess. Roberto took charge of the scene, but pretty quickly turned it back over to the uniforms. Edward was equally relieved that while some serious battery had taken place, there was no ongoing abuse here.
Driving back toward the city center after that call, they could see the tall buildings in Belltown. There were several high rise condos in that vibrant part of the city, but Edward's eyes always settled on just one. It wasn't the tallest building, but it was the most prestigious address in Belltown, one of the most prestigious in the whole of Seattle. The Summit was where evil incarnate lived. He was probably up there now hurting the smaller, vulnerable man he had captured with either his words or his fists, or worse. Edward clenched his own fists in the seat beside his detective friend and had to force himself to take a slow, deep breath.
It was only minutes shy of four in the morning when Roberto pulled the black, unmarked Seattle PD Dodge Charger up at the front door of Seth and Emmett's building.
"Sorry it was so slow tonight, but I'm not sorry at all," Roberto offered.
"Yeah," Edward agreed. "Even one victimized, abused person, gay or straight, is too many," he opened the door. "Give Leah a hug for me."
"I'm gonna give her more than that!" Roberto gave a wide grin.
"I know you will. And, hey, good luck Saturday, though I know you won't need it," Edward affirmed.
"Thanks, Mano," Roberto held up his fist.
Edward liked it when Roberto called him the Mexican slang word for brother. "You bet. Night," he bumped his fist against Roberto's and got out of the car. Roberto waited until Edward extracted the card key from his wallet and let himself into the building before driving away. This was not at all an unsafe part of town, but if he couldn't watch over his friends, why was he even a cop?
Edward gave a wave as he let himself into the building and headed for the elevator as Roberto drove away. He had parked in his personal space in this building when he drove into town earlier that evening. Before he touched the call button, Edward pulled his cell out of his pocket. It was just about seven in the morning on the East Coast. Jasper would be in the studio in Rockefeller Center making final preparations to go live on the air even now.
Morning Jas
Night patrol duties all done
I'm about to crawl in with Em
but I so wish it was you
I love you
I'll be at mom's, but I'll
call you tonight for sure
Tiger
Edward smiled as he typed the signature. He was tired, but thinking about Jasper always brought out his animal instinct. He loved that Jasper picked up on that and gave him the wild feline nickname.
On the eighth floor, Edward quietly let himself into Emmett and Nasir's home and slipped off his shoes beside Emmett's. A lamp had been left on a dim setting in the living room. Otherwise the condo was dark and quiet. Edward spotted the boxers Emmett left on the back of the sofa where he couldn't miss them. And under the circumstances, this seemed like the best place to change. Edward stripped off his comfortable wool sweater, tee shirt, jeans and socks. He laid all this neatly over the back of Emmett's sofa and slipped on the boxers. Now attired for bed, he grabbed his phone and was just about to switch off the lamp, when a chirp indicated an incoming text.
Rawr!
Good to know you're back safe
And I so wish you were
crawling in with me too!
I miss you so much and
I can't wait to see you
Hugs for Em and your mom
I love you
Talk to you tonight
J
Edward smiled again as he read his lover's words to him, written when Jasper could ill afford the time to do so, but did it anyway. "I love you, Jas," Edward whispered to his far away love. He switched off the lamp and made his way into the bedroom. Edward had been coming to this condo for years and could have found his way even if it was pitch black, but there was enough light from the city outside the windows for him to see where he was going. The sound of Emmett's breathing told Edward that he was sound asleep. Having never before joined Emmett late in the night like this, Edward didn't know if his big friend would stir when he got into bed with him or not. They would only have a few hours in bed together before Emmett had to get up for work, but Edward knew that Emmett needed this and, in truth, he did too.
Edward lifted the covers and slipped into Nasir's side of the bed. He intended to roll toward Emmett, but the bigger man moved first. Edward's first indication that something was wrong was the way Emmett's cock flopped onto his crotch. He had never been so glad of a pair of boxers in his life. But for the thin cotton fabric, Emmett's dick would be laying on his. Edward ran his hand down Emmett's side and when he reached Emmett's solid glute, his suspicion was confirmed.
"Mmm, Babe," Emmett murmured as he embraced Edward with his whole body. He ran his hand over Edward's abs and up onto his chest in a way that was clearly more than friendly. Edward wasn't quite as furry as Nasir, but in his sleep, Emmett didn't notice the subtle difference.
"Em," Edward was gentle.
"Mmm," Emmett snuggled his face into Edward's neck, but did not wake.
"Em," Edward spoke just a little louder and gripped Emmett's muscular shoulder.
"Hmm?" Emmett lifted his head. "Oh, Eddie. Hi."
"Why aren't you wearing boxers?" Edward asked.
"What? Oh, shit!" Emmett laughed. "They're right here," he reached to his bedside table. "I was talking to Nasi when I got into bed and, ya know, I didn't want them on then," Emmett lifted his legs to slip them on.
"I can relate to that," Edward chuckled.
"There," Emmett reached for Edward. "Roll over," he directed. Edward faced away from Emmett and the bigger man spooned him.
"Much better," Emmett settled into Edward's back.
"Night, Em," Edward bid.
"Night, Eddie. Thank you," Emmett tightened his arm around Edward's chest for emphasis.
"Me too, Em," Edward confessed.
"I know," Emmett understood like no one else could. Content in their therapeutic nighttime hug, sleep quickly claimed them both.
Emmett's alarm went off a mere two hours and fifteen minutes after Edward got into bed with him. He rolled over quickly to silence it and then took Edward back in his arms. He was suddenly torn. He needed to get to the gym, but was loathe to cut this time with Edward any shorter than it already was. It took a moment, and a sigh, but Emmett decided that gym time was just as therapeutic in an important and equally needed way. Emmett slowly moved away from Edward as he didn't want to wake him, and got out of bed. If Edward hadn't set his own alarm, he would leave him to sleep as long as he wanted. It was after all, his day off.
When Emmett returned from the gym he found Edward was still sound asleep in his bed. It made him smile to think of his friend safe and comfortable here in his space. Emmett had really never felt closer to Edward now that they were in the same boat, missing the men they loved.
Emmett made himself a quick breakfast of oatmeal and headed for the shower. It took him almost no time to get ready for work. He just toweled his hair dry, ran his fingers through it and left it go. His facial hair didn't need a trim every day. Emmett ran a hand down his face and figured he looked fine. He would trim it on Friday morning for sure to look his best for his husband. Rinse, brush and mouthwash, and he was done in the bathroom. Emmett didn't give a care that he was naked as he walked to his dresser for underwear and socks. Even if Edward hadn't been asleep, they were both men and had seen each other many times. He picked out a dress shirt and pants in his closet, dressed, and was ready to depart for work.
Emmett paused as he considered whether to leave Edward a note or wake him to say goodbye. While he didn't want to wake Edward, it had been very nice for Emmett not to have to wake up alone. He well knew he was no substitute for Jasper, but he didn't want Edward to wake up alone either, not when he was here to prevent it. They had both spent far too many a morning waking up that way.
Emmett leaned down over Edward and gave him a gentle kiss on the bridge of his nose. This had the desired effect and Edward stirred.
"Morning, Eddie," Emmett sat down on the bed beside Edward.
"Mmm, morning," Edward stretched. It was not lost on Edward that Emmett was dressed for work. "What time is it?"
"Seven forty. I'm just heading out. Stay as long as you like and help yourself to anything you want in the kitchen, okay?" Emmett offered.
"I should actually take off too," Edward leaned up on his elbows. "I'm taking the boys to my mom's this morning."
"You've only had a few hours. Sure you don't want to go back to sleep?" Emmett asked.
"I'll get a big coffee for the road from the girls," Edward sat up and rubbed his face.
"Okay," Emmett rose. "Give the girls and the kids a hug from us. I'm gonna take off. I put a towel out for you in case you want to take a shower before you go."
"That sounds good actually," Edward nodded. "Now go please, so I can get up with my hard on."
"Okay, Eddie," Emmett laughed. He leaned down to give Edward a quick hug and a kiss on the side of his mouth. "Thanks again. Tell Jasper I said thanks for letting me borrow you."
"Same to Nasir," Edward bid.
"Bye," Emmett smiled and gave a last wave as he walked out of his bedroom. He just needed to grab his keys, slip into his dress shoes and he was out the door.
That Wednesday night Emmett made a point of not bothering Seth and Garrett again. He made himself a late, light dinner like he had the night before and ate it sitting on the sofa in his living room. Emmett faced the night in his marital bed all alone and survived it.
Thursday after work, Emmett stopped at his condo only long enough to change into a white V neck tee shirt that stretched across his chest, and board shorts on his way up to the fifteenth floor. This was the night the show about the vampires and werewolves, and the people who loved them was on. It was Emmett and Seth's favorite program and they never missed it.
"Hey, guys," Emmett called as he let himself into the penthouse with his key.
"In the kitchen, Emmett," Garrett called back. He was dressed for lounging in sleep pants and a loose dark tee shirt. He had put double cut pork chops to marinade in pineapple juice, soy, sesame oil, ginger and scallions before he had gone to work that morning. Garrett opened the refrigerated beer drawer and extracted a Spaten Oktoberfest for Emmett. He popped the top, picked up the plate with the pork chops and turned just as Emmett appeared.
"You'll handle the grill?" Garrett handed Emmett his beer and the platter.
Emmett stared at the uncooked food and beer bottle a moment before he took them and immediately set them down on the counter. He then took a surprised Garrett in his arms in a crushing embrace.
"Hoh!" Garrett feared for his ribs.
"I know the sound of my husband being manhandled by a big, hulking brute!" Seth appeared from the direction of his home office.
"Your husband just handed me meat and a beer when I walked through the door," Emmett let go of Garrett only to take hold of the shorter man's head in both hands to give him a kiss on his lips. "If I weren't already taken...," he picked up the plate and bottle.
"Like you could steal my man from me," Seth scoffed. "As if, Mary."
Emmett took a swig of his beer and headed for the terrace.
"There is no man alive who could do that, especially when you are dressed like this," Garrett pulled Seth to him. The Native man was wearing white lycra. His beautiful dark skin could be seen through the very thin, second skin shirt and the resting King in the bicycle shorts could not have been more obvious. Garrett took Seth's chin in a gentle hand and gave him a soft and lingering kiss on his lips.
"I love you," Seth ran his hands up Garrett's ribs inside the loose shirt.
"I love you too. And you know what else?" Garrett smiled.
Seth knew what was coming. He could see the lust in his husband's eyes. "What?"
"My King wants in my mouth," Garrett informed.
"He does?" Seth smiled.
"He wants to crawl down my throat. I can hear him calling to me," Garrett stated.
"Well, if he's calling to you, I don't see how you can refuse," Seth reasoned.
"It's a Command Performance," Garrett dropped to his knees. He made a circle of his hands around Seth's thigh and ran them up, one over the King's prominent bulge and the other onto Seth's firm left butt cheek. Garrett licked his lips without even realizing it. Seth grabbed his husband's head and pulled him into his crotch.
"Ugh!" Garrett loved when Seth ground himself into his face.
And just as quickly as he began, Seth stopped and took a small step back. "The King has granted you a stay until ten seconds after we get home from the bar."
"The King wouldn't like to rest in my throat for just a moment?" Garrett asked. He looked up at Seth with pleading eyes. "Just for a moment?"
"The King is agreeable," Seth pulled down the front of his shorts with one hand and reached down the left leg to haul out his meat, and flop it in his husband's face.
"Umm!" Garrett immediately caught the soft yet still impressively meaty cowled python with his lips and took it in his mouth.
"Oh, Honey," Seth let his head drop back as his every inch was confined in the warm, wet embrace of his husband's mouth. Garrett massaged his King with his tongue as he pressed his nose into Seth's trimmed, black pubes. He lifted a hand to fondle and gently massage Seth's testicles. Garrett was just able to breathe through his nose, but that moment quickly passed as the King began to wake. Seth held onto Garrett's head as his big snake started to crawl down his husband's throat.
Garrett had become an expert at this. He couldn't breathe as Seth's cock continued to lengthen and expand, and he didn't want to. Not now, not for as long as he could possibly stand it. He massaged Seth's sensitive cum tube with his tongue and swallowed around the monster that began to stretch his jaw.
"Ugh, Gar," Seth moaned. It felt incredibly good when his husband did this. He knew Garrett would need air very soon and if his husband started to suck him now, he would want to come. Seth moved his hips back and slowly pulled his meat out of Garrett's throat and mouth.
"Wow, Honey, you're so good at that," Seth put a hand to the side of his husband's face.
"You are my partner in life. You are beautiful and I love you with all my heart. How could I not do everything in my power to make you feel good?" Garrett questioned.
"You always do," Seth rubbed his thumb gently over Garrett's cheek. "Now how am I gonna get this back in these damn shorts?" Seth attempted to stuff his stiff and substantial manhood back into his thin lycra shorts.
"I don't know," Garrett stood up, "but I am certainly going to enjoy watching you try."
"Oh, Honey," Seth noticed Garrett's tented pants. "We have company. We can't have you walking around like that."
"I can't walk around like this, but you can walk around like that?" Garrett pointed at Seth's shorts that had a bulge at the moment like no porn star ever had.
"Let me fix it," Seth unbuttoned Garrett's sleep pants so that Garrett's erection could poke out through his fly. "There, much better," Seth nodded as he let his fingers roam over his husband's pole.
"I can walk around sticking out in front of company?" Garrett asked as he enjoyed his husband's attention.
"It's only Emmy. He's seen you hundreds of times," Seth dismissed. "I have to see to my shrimp now."
"Fucking shrimp," Garrett cursed what took Seth's fingers from his hardness.
Seth giggled as he removed the cellophane cover from the bowl where quite a few good sized, peeled shrimp had rested in a salt and sugar bath for about forty five minutes. He shook off each shrimp and dropped them in another bowl with olive oil, chopped parsley, lemon zest, garlic and ground pepper. Seth used his hands to toss them and then began to stick them on skewers.
"There, now I'll just take these out to Emmy," Seth moved to the sink to wash his hands. "Oh, there is one quick thing I need to do first," he nodded to himself as he reached for the kitchen towel.
"What?" Garrett didn't see what else Seth needed to do. In answer Seth knelt in front of him. Garrett had gone soft while they were seeing to their food, but had never tucked himself back into his pants. Seth took his husband's penis in his mouth and stuck his tongue into Garrett's ample foreskin.
Garrett gasped and grabbed Seth's head as the smaller man's tongue probed within his sleeve. "Oh, Sweetness, I love that!"
Seth loved that his husband had sufficient foreskin that his head was only ever partially exposed when fully erect. It made caressing Garrett's head within his cowl like this more fun, and made fucking him absolutely perfect.
"Mmm," Seth could taste his husband's seepage. Having Seth's monster down his throat very much had the usual effect on Garrett. And Seth's lips wrapped around him and tongue in his foreskin now drove him back to full hardness in seconds.
Like his husband had done for him, Seth let Garrett grow right down his throat. He couldn't keep his tongue in Garrett's hood like that, but massaged his cum tube instead. Seth pulled back just enough to breathe through his nose and began to suck.
"Ugh! Seth!" Garrett grabbed the counter to steady himself as his husband's mouth rode his engorged organ. Seth sucked the man he loved and craved fast, hard and deep, but only for a moment.
Seth pulled his mouth off of his husband's throbbing pole and looked up at him. "If I didn't need to get these shrimp out to Emmy..."
Garrett grabbed his cock with his right hand and the back of his husband's head with the other. "Emmett, the shrimp are ready," he shouted as he stuffed his bone back in Seth's mouth.
Seth almost never gave up control of anything, especially sex, even to his husband, but he liked when Garrett was playfully forceful like this and happily took all eight Thompson inches down his throat.
"Ugh," Garrett closed his eyes while he held Seth in place. "I want to make love to you so badly right now," he let go of Seth and looked down as his husband slowly drew off of him.
"If you don't think this," Seth grabbed Garrett's dick and squeezed it as he stood up, "down my throat doesn't make my ass twitch for you, you're mistaken."
"Do you think Emmett will mind putting our dinners in the warming drawer?" Garrett put a hand to the side of his husband's face.
"Food, TV, bar, cock," Seth counted on his fingers as he pulled open the beer drawer. He extracted and opened a Heineken and a Spaten, picked up the plate of shrimp and headed for the terrace.
"Hey," Emmett stood by the big stainless steel grill in the corner of the terrace in the soft light of the outdoor wall lanterns with his beer bottle in his hand. "Oh, you read my mind," he finished the last swallow in his bottle and set it down.
"I always do," Seth handed Emmett his fresh beer.
"Wow, shrimp even," Emmett lifted the lid of the grill to place the skewers beside the chops. Seth stood and watched while he took a swig of his own beer. Emmett flipped the chops after he placed the shrimp on the grill and closed the lid.
"How's my Emmy?" Seth asked as Emmett turned back to him.
"Sad, especially at night in our bed alone, but super happy that my man is coming home tomorrow," Emmett relayed what Seth already well knew. "And horny as fuck I might add."
"Saving it for him?" Seth asked with a smile.
"I called the limo company today to switch the car to a limo, and I'm having them pick me up on the way," Emmett informed.
"Fucking in the limo again? Can't wait till you get home?" Seth teased.
"I'm gonna fuck his face in the limo and then make him fuck me in our bed," Emmett outlined his plan.
"I don't think you're going to have to force him," Seth noted the words 'make him' in Emmett's sentence.
"Heh, no," Emmett chuckled to himself and then grew serious. "I didn't think this would be so hard. I love him. I married him. He's my husband. I want to be with him."
"I know Emmy," Seth stepped closer to Emmett and put his arms around the bigger man.
"What I really mean is, I want him to be with me. I want him home. Imagine if Garrett had to go work in New York or, where is the bank's headquarters?" Emmett asked.
"Cincinnati," Seth answered.
"Cincinnati, yeah," Emmett finished his thought.
"I don't want to think about that. You sometimes say I'm the strong one, but I don't think I could do that," Seth confessed.
"I wouldn't wish it on anyone," Emmett rubbed Seth's back.
"Except maybe James," Seth made the exception.
"I wouldn't want to see that poor kid leave that nice man. I wouldn't mind if he stuck a knife in James' chest, but I wouldn't want him to leave him," Emmett joked.
"Yeah, that wouldn't bother me one bit," Seth agreed as he stepped back. He took a swig of his beer and turned toward the lights as he did so.
Emmett looked down at his friend and thought he noticed something he recognized. "Um, say," he reached down to confirm his suspicions. Emmett rubbed his thumb across the wet spot in Seth's shorts where the head of the King rested.
Seth watched and felt his best friend rub a finger over the fabric stretched over the head of his cock. "Knock it off, Mary," he batted Emmett's hand away. "You wouldn't know what to do with all this dick."
"What's been goin' on in the kitchen?" Emmett smiled as he rubbed his thumb and forefinger together.
"Garrett's tonsils needed a minute with the King," Seth informed.
"Did your tonsils get a minute with Garrett?" Emmett gave a grin.
"As a matter of fact, they did. And they're going to get a lot more than a minute when we get home from the bar," Seth stated.
"You don't know how I envy you," Emmett wiped his fingers on his shorts as he opened the grill. It took only a quick moment to flip the shrimp and close the lid again.
"We miss him too, Emmy," Seth commiserated. "Gar especially."
"I know you do," Emmett nodded. "I promise I won't monopolize him all weekend."
"We want you two to have the time together you deserve," Seth was supportive. "We won't intrude tomorrow night, but we want to do dinner on Saturday and we have brunch on Sunday."
"Right," Emmett nodded. "And where are we going tonight?"
"Neighbours, Dirty Pop," Seth answered.
"We've been to Neighbours many times, but am I supposed to know what Dirty Pop is?" Emmett asked.
"All you need to know is this: Tony's spinning and we're going to support Dane," Seth explained.
"I'm in," that was all Emmett needed to hear. He lifted the lid of the grill. "And these are done. Grab me a plate," Emmett turned off the gas burners.
They ate dinner in the media room. Seth started their favorite show that had recorded while Emmett came home and grilled, as soon as they were settled in. Garrett had mashed the potatoes still with the skins on did a quick side of fresh spinach very briefly sauteed in olive oil with lemon pepper and bacon.
The continuing saga of the hot vampires who fought over the mortal girls and sought to enslave the hot werewolves played out on the giant screen to Seth and Emmett's rapt attention.
"Nevermind her!" Seth yelled at the television. "I want him to get with the wolf boy."
"No," Emmett shook his head while he chewed. "He totally belongs with her brother."
"Ug," Seth waved his fork.
Garrett was far more amused by these two than anything on the screen.
They paused when they were finished eating to clean up the kitchen and put everything away. After that, they returned to the giant sofa and all laid back to finish watching their show. Seth was snuggled between his husband and best friend and as Garrett was on his left, found it very easy and convenient to stick his fingers into Garrett's fly. Garrett smiled as his husband reached in to fondle him. Seth's attention slowly transitioned from the screen to Garrett as the snake in Garrett's pants grew. He unbuttoned Garrett's fly so that he could reach in with his whole hand and wrap it around his husband's bone.
"Hmm," Garrett relaxed as Seth started to slowly stroke him in his thankfully loose pants.
"Don't mind me, Emmy. I'm just gonna stroke Gar while we finish the show," Seth pulled his husband's cock and balls out of his fly.
"Go ahead," Emmett smiled.
"Sweetness, this isn't fair to Emmett. Nasir isn't here to play with him," Garrett pointed out. Seth stilled his hand and just held Garrett's pole as he considered.
"You're right, Honey," Seth tucked Garrett back into his pants. "I'm sorry, Emmy," he turned to his other side and leaned on Emmett.
"You're fine, Sweetie. You guys do whatever you want," Emmett offered. "My baby will be home tomorrow and we're gonna be up all night!"
"Ha. I'll bet you will. Please remember we have a fitting with our seamstress the following morning," Seth reminded.
"You guys can drive. We'll sleep in the car," Emmett planned.
"Sleep in the car," Seth scoffed. "Do it again in the backseat is more likely."
"If Nasi's dick should somehow find it's way out of his pants and into my mouth, what am I supposed to do?" Emmett gave a shrug.
"Suck him," Garrett gave him the answer.
"I'm sayin'," Emmett wholly agreed.
"And speaking of," Seth turned back to his husband. "When we get home from the bar, I am going to suck on you while I decide if I want your cum down my throat or up my ass."
"Do take your time," Garrett smiled. "Don't be rash."
"Don't take too much time!" Emmett laughed. "Or he'll go off in your mouth while you're still mulling it over."
"You know," Seth thought back. "The first time Jared came in my mouth it totally took me by surprise and I choked, but I was an inexperienced fourteen year old kid then. I am anything but now."
"I can vouch for that," Garrett agreed.
"I know how to read my husband's body. He'll come when I make him come and not before," Seth stated with authority.
"And your husband looks very forward to it," Garrett rubbed Seth's lycra clad thigh letting his fingers just brush the King's bulge.
"Shit, I missed the previews for next week now. Back it up," Emmett bid.
"Hardly matters. We'll be right here watching it," Seth deleted the recording. "Now," Seth wiggled and slid his way off the leather sofa. "I have new shirts for all three of us for this evening's event. Emmy, get downstairs and put on your tightest, sexyest jeans and come back up. You too, Honey."
"My tightest, sexyest jeans are down at Emmett's?" Garrett teased.
"They are in your closet, smart guy. You know the ones I mean. And, Emmy, if you come back up here with those awful boots, you're gonna get it," Seth warned.
Emmett slid off the sofa and headed for the elevator. "Dirty Pop, here we come."
The transcontinental flight did take longer flying west, against the jet stream, than it did flying east, but this flight seemed to take longer every time he took it. At least one passenger in the first class cabin on the Boeing 737-800 felt like they approached and circled above Seattle for longer than it took to fly across the continent. How high could they have possibly been to have been descending for what felt like hours? Nasir looked up as the Fasten Seatbelt sign that had been on for some time, blinked off and back on three times, each time with an audible ding.
Almost immediately the Chief Flight Attendant came over the PA. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have finished our final descent into Seattle Tacoma and have been cleared to land. At this time all seatbacks and tray tables must be in their full upright and locked position. Make sure your seatbelts are securely fastened. Flight attendants will pass through the cabin and pick up any remaining cups and glasses. Thank you."
Nasir could not have been more relieved. He moved his seat back up and held out his nearly finished tumbler of scotch for the flight attendant to take it.
"Flight attendants, take your seats for landing," came the command from the cockpit. Nasir sat up straighter in his seat. He could see the lights of the city out the windows, even from his aisle seat, and knew the plane was already lined up with the runway. It took only seconds before the entire aircraft felt the familiar bump of the rear wheels touching down. In only a few seconds more, the nose came down. The engines roared with reverse thrust to slow the plane down and the pilot applied the brakes as well. In only another moment they turned smoothly off the active runway.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your First Officer speaking, from the Flight Deck, welcome to Seattle Tacoma, Washington," came the friendly voice. "Local time is nine fifty two PM and the temperature is a very comfortable sixty one degrees. Flight attendants, doors to Arrival and cross check."
"Ladies and gentlemen," the Chief Flight Attendant picked right up, "welcome to Seattle Tacoma International Airport. This is the terminating point of American Airlines flight two sixty nine. For your safety and comfort we ask that you remain seated with your seatbelt fastened until the aircraft has come to a full and complete stop at the gate. Please check around your seat for any personal belongings and please use caution when opening the overhead compartments as heavy items may have shifted during flight. On behalf of the Captain and the entire crew, I would like to thank you for flying American Airlines. We look forward to seeing you aboard again in the near future. Have a pleasant stay in Seattle."
Nasir's stay would be far more than pleasant. He was coming home. He wasn't from here. He wasn't from this country. He wasn't even from this part of the planet, but Seattle was home. Not the relatives his birth gave him, but the family he chose and not the least of which, his spouse and partner in life, were all here. And he missed every one of them.
His only luggage was his Louis Vuitton briefcase and Nasir snatched it up as the aircraft slid up to the gate. He was the very first out of his seat and while others reached for the overhead bins, Nasir shot forward. He had to remind himself to be calm or to at least appear to be so. Nasir was dressed in the Brioni suit he wore to work, not his native garments, but he still looked like the Arab he was. The last thing he needed was to appear to be fleeing the plane and stopped by someone to answer questions. He just wanted to go home. He wanted and needed his Emmett.
After what seemed another eternity, the aircraft door was finally opened. Nasir didn't even hear the pleasantries of the crew as he strode out into the jetbridge. He walked calmly and deliberately at not too fast a pace into the gate. And discovered that, while he was still glad that American Airlines used Concourse A rather than the South Satellite building accessible only via underground train, he had emerged at Gate A14 at the very end of the concourse. It was a walk to the terminal, but one which he quickly undertook.
Nasir strode past La Pisa Cafe and Manchu Wok, and while airport restaurants didn't typically appeal to him, they did remind him that he was quite hungry. He had been served a grilled salmon on the flight and took all of one bite of it. It wasn't really bad, but it was not to the level of seafood to which he was accustomed. In spite of his empty stomach, he wasn't focused on food. His mind and body burned with a different hunger entirely.
As he neared the terminal, Nasir pulled out his cell and sent a text to his driver to let him know that he was ready to be picked up. By the time Bobby pulled up, Nasir would be on the curb ready to jump in and be sped home. He slipped his phone into his jacket pocket and was startled when a large man stepped in front of him. Nasir hadn't even noticed as he was texting, that he walked right through, and was now beyond security.
The man was wearing snug jeans and an off white henley that stretched across a huge and familiar looking chest. It took Nasir less than a second to recognize the smiling dimpled face.
"Nasi!" Emmett grabbed his husband in a bear hug.
"Emmett!" Nasir wrapped his arms around his husband's torso as the strong arms threatened to crush him.
"I'm so glad you're home," Emmett held the love of his life as tightly as he dare and while he held his eyes tightly closed, it felt like Seattle was suddenly filled with light and air again.
"I am so glad I am home," Nasir clung to his husband. The love that flowed through the bone cracking hug eased Nasir's very soul. He was at peace.
The two tall men stood in their tight embrace in the middle of SeaTac International and might as well have been totally alone. If there were other people, they were unaware of them.
"Allah, just to smell you," Nasir drank Emmett in with all of his senses.
"I know," Emmett moved back to look into his husband's soft brown eyes. "We need to get in the car or I'm going to get a raging boner right here in this airport," he stepped back and took Nasir's hand as they set off in the direction of the exits. That his bulge from his half hard cock was more than prominent, Emmett didn't care at all.
"Which car did you drive?" Nasir asked as they rushed.
"I didn't cancel Bobby, I had him pick me up on the way!" Emmett informed. "I learned from my mistake last time."
"I hope you learned from my mistake and changed the Town Car to a limousine," Nasir spoke with hope clear in his voice.
"And it's right outside," Emmett quickened his pace and his husband kept right with him.
The sliding glass doors parted for them and they shot out onto the wide, covered, Departures curb. Emmett and Nasir both knew to head to the right where the chauffeur driven vehicles were allowed to wait briefly when they pulled up from the main waiting area. Their ever alert driver caught sight of them approaching in the right side mirror and jumped out of the car to get the rear passenger door.
"Welcome home, Mr. al Qasimi," Bob smiled as he opened their door for them.
"Never so glad to be home, Bobby," Nasir clapped his favorite driver on the shoulder as he paused briefly to let Emmett get in the rear of the stretch Cadillac first.
"Yes, Sir," Bobby smiled and shut the door behind Nasir.
Nasir let his briefcase slide off his shoulder as he moved toward Emmett. At least this time it was in the car. Emmett took fistfuls of his husband's lapels and pulled him close. They didn't even notice their driver retake the wheel and raise the privacy partition as they opened their mouths to each other.
"Mmm," Emmett welcomed Nasir's invading tongue in his mouth. He caressed it gently with his own. Nasir lifted himself to force Emmett's head back and stuck his tongue as far down Emmett's throat as he could. He had missed his partner in life so much. This conveyed the depth of his feelings more than any words could.
"Umm!" Emmett was powerfully turned on by his husband's aggression. Nasir grabbed Emmett's shirt and pulled it up finally only breaking their kiss to pull it over Emmett's head.
"Let me show you how happy I am to be home," Nasir threw Emmett's shirt over his shoulder onto the carpeted floor of the limo.
"Let me show you how happy I am to have you home," Emmett took hold of Nasir's suit jacket again and used his strength to his advantage. He pushed Nasir down into the seat next to him in a reversal of their positions. In one deft, strong move, Emmett pulled Nasir's dress shirt out of his pants and ripped it open.
"Allah!" Nasir's eyes went wide. If kissing his big, strong husband hadn't made him hard already, his clothes being ripped from him would have done it.
"You think I didn't miss you?" Emmett demanded, still being aggressive himself and holding fistfuls of Nasir's now buttonless shirt.
"As much as I missed you," Nasir answered.
"You know how bad I want this hot Arab?" Emmett lowered his lips to kiss and lick along Nasir's scruffy jaw. The hair on his husband's face had turned him on from the very moment he first set eyes on him.
"Enough that you married me," Nasir sighed as Emmett's lips descended onto his neck.
"Damn right," Emmett spoke against the side of his husband's neck. If their position hadn't made it too awkward to do so, he would have bit Nasir's throat. Emmett spread Nasir's suit jacket and shirt open wide as he gave wet kisses across Nasir's collar bone.
"Hmm," Emmett moaned to his husband's shoulder as skilled fingers found the sizeable erection trapped in his jeans. There was nothing better in Emmett's world than his husband's loving touch. Except, of course, being able to touch him. And Emmett intended to do more than that. He ran his hands appreciatively over Nasir's hairy chest and let his lips follow.
Nasir was no longer able to reach the cock he longed to free from it's denim prison as Emmett moved lower. "Umm," he moaned softly as his husband's tongue circled and washed over his right nipple. Nasir ran his hands over Emmett's broad bare shoulders and onto his muscular back. He was very glad he had already pulled Emmett's shirt off of him and knew well that his husband wore no underwear beneath his increasingly tight jeans. Just one article of clothing remained between Nasir and what he wanted, but he would have to take control and, at the moment, Emmett didn't want to let him have it.
Emmett trailed wet kisses across his husband's chest as he ran his hands down Nasir's ribs. "Mmm!" he moaned his appreciation to Nasir's left nipple as his hands encountered the long Arab pole that tented Nasir's dress pants. "What is this?!"
"It is yours," Nasir answered simply.
"Mine," Emmett murmured to Nasir's furry chest as he undid his husband's belt.
"And it wants you," Nasir added.
"He can have all of me, anytime he wants," Emmett pulled the belt completely from his husband's pants and threw it over his shoulder.
"Then let me get you out of those jeans," Nasir sat up and reached for Emmett's fly.
"In a minute," Emmett put a strong hand on his husband's chest and pushed him back into the seat.
"I am the top," Nasir asserted. "You," he poked a finger into Emmett's pec, "must do as I say!"
"You had your way with me on the drive home from the airport in New York, you hot Arab top," Emmett pointed out.
"And I am going to have my way with you on this drive home too," Nasir attempted again to take control. He sat up and put a hand to the back of Emmett's neck to pull him in for another kiss.
"I," Emmett put his hands on Nasir's shoulders to stop him and push him back again, "am going to have my way with you."
"Our ride home in New York does not count. That was not a limousine," Nasir protested.
"I guess I'm just smarter than you," Emmett teased with a grin. "You just lay back and let me show you how happy I am to have you home," he unclasped and unzipped Nasir's pants. Emmett spread Nasir's fly open and discovered that the hard Arab post had already worked itself out of the unbuttoned fly of Nasir's underwear. "Ohhh," He slowly wrapped his hand around the exposed upper half of his husband's bone. Saliva suddenly pooled in Emmett's mouth. The head of Nasir's snake was almost fully exposed and the moist slit cried out for Emmett's tongue.
"Oh, Habibi," Nasir moaned as Emmett bent down and applied his tongue.
"These pants have to go now," Emmett stuck his fingers in the waistbands of both pants and underwear at Nasir's hips and worked them down his husband's long legs. Nasir let his dress shoes fall off of his feet as Emmett pulled his pants free. Emmett wore a look of awe and lust on his face as he took in the sight of his husband reclined in the rear seat in just open dress shirt, suit jacket and dress socks, quiveringly erect and all his.
"You are so fucking hot!" Emmett ran his hands up Nasir's firm hairy thighs. He spread Nasir's legs even wider than they already were and the sight of his balls hanging in their loose, smooth sac was too much to resist. Emmett leaned in and closed his eyes as he applied his tongue to Nasir's orbs.
"Ugh," Nasir moaned as his husband's tongue washed his stones. The scent of his husband's nuts having been in his pants at work all day followed by a six hour flight, went straight to Emmett's cock and made him throb.
"Fuck do you smell good," Emmett ran his tongue under Nasir's testicles and supported them. He opened his mouth wider and drew Nasir's left nut inside.
"Hoh," Nasir ran encouraging fingers through Emmett's hair as his husband's tongue caressed his testicle inside his mouth. Emmett curled his strong arms around his husband's legs from beneath. He let Nasir's left egg slip out of his mouth only to give the other one equal loving attention. Nasir relaxed in the seat and his husband's arms as his balls enjoyed the sweet embrace of Emmett's mouth.
Emmett closed his eyes and just let Nasir's right stone rest on his tongue inside his mouth. He took a deep breath through his nose. When his husband smelled like a boy this way it turned him on no end. He remembered the last time he picked Nasir up at this airport. They had joked about him holding Nasir's balls in his mouth all the way home and Emmett was tempted to do so now. Only when he opened his eyes did he change his mind. There was one even more fun toy to be played with. Emmett let Nasir's testicle slip ever so carefully from his mouth. He looked up into his husband's eyes as he ran his tongue over Nasir's smooth scrotum and up onto his cock.
Nasir recognized the lustful, predatory look in his husband's crystal blue eyes. "Ugh," Nasir watched as Emmett's tongue continued up the length of his bone along his sensitive cum tube. Nasir couldn't help it as his cock gave a jump and smacked Emmett on his chin. "I need this, Habibi," he put a hand to the side of Emmett's face.
"So do I," Emmett wrapped his hand around the long Arab post and held it up. "Oh, you're leaking!" he did not hesitate to lick through Nasir's wet slit. Emmett stroked up to roll his husband's ample foreskin onto both the head of Nasir's cock and his tongue. This also had the desired effect of producing a surge of Nasir's sweet, clear syrup directly onto Emmett's tongue.
"Oh, I love that," Nasir moaned as Emmett's tongue moved on his glans within his hood. Emmett would have echoed his agreement were his tongue not busy within Nasir's cowl. Emmett pulled his tongue out of Nasir's cowl and lifted his head. He watched with rapt attention as he slowly stroked down the long cock to roll his husband's foreskin back.
"Wow," Emmett spoke with wonderment. "It's like every time I get my mouth on you, I forgot how good you taste!"
"Remember," Nasir put a hand to the back of Emmett's head and pulled him down. Emmett did not resist in any way. He opened his mouth gladly as he was pulled onto his husband's dick. He welcomed the cock that fit him so perfectly with his lips, tongue and throat. Nasir stopped pushing Emmett's head when half of his pole was in Emmett's mouth, but his husband kept going.
"Huh, Allah!" Nasir's back arched as his every inch sank into Emmett's throat. Emmett held Nasir's hips as he held himself impaled on nine hard inches of the Arab cock he craved with his very soul. Emmett couldn't breathe and he didn't want to. He swallowed around the dick in his throat and relished the moan that forced from his husband. Emmett ever so slowly drew his mouth up the length of Nasir's pole, his tongue in motion as he went.
"Ugh, Habibi," Nasir moaned as his husband's tongue massaged his sensitive cum tube. When finally only the head of his cock remained in his husband's mouth, Nasir put his hands to the sides of Emmett's head and lifted him off. "I want to play with you too."
"In a minute," Emmett swiped his tongue over Nasir's frenulum.
"Umm," Nasir enjoyed that sensation before he protested further. "No, I need your cock!"
"You need my cock?" Emmett straightened up where he knelt on the floor of the limo between Nasir's legs. He unbuttoned and unzipped himself, and struggled a moment to pull his hardness from his wet and very tight left pantleg. "Here's my cock," Emmett then flopped his thicker meat onto his husband's throbbingly hard bone.
"Ohhh," Nasir was immediately thrilled that his husband's big dick laid on his own. He reached to massage it and the heavy stones Emmett had also freed from his jeans.
"They're both mine," Emmett asserted.
"They are laying on me so they are mine," Nasir countered. He watched with ever widening eyes as the pearl of precum in the eye of Emmett's snake grew. "Allah!" Nasir had no words for how incredible it felt when Emmett dripped on his frenulum. Emmett smiled and leaned forward. He put a hand to the side of Nasir's face and moved to kiss him again. In so doing, his dick moved on Nasir's. Their skin moved together and both enjoyed the sensation, until Emmett slid against Nasir in his own ooze.
"Oh, shit," Emmett looked down at where his bone laid on his husband's.
"That felt very good," Nasir agreed. "Drip on me again," he wrapped his hands around them both and gave them a stroke.
"I dripped on you?" Emmett asked with amusement. "That's nice too," he watched his husband's handsome face as Nasir watched himself jack their bones together.
"I like it when our cocks touch," Nasir told Emmett what he knew well.
"Here," Emmett pulled back out of Nasir's hands and bent down. He applied his tongue to his husband's cock.
"Ugh," Nasir watched as Emmett lapped at his cum tube and laved his rigid penis with saliva. Emmett then moved back in position and took hold of his own thick pole. He gave himself several strokes.
"Yes, drip on me!" Nasir enthused. Emmett felt himself leak and while it wasn't enough to actually drip yet, he lowered his cock to smear it on Nasir's already wet organ making it even slicker. He then moved his hips forward and slid his big dick along Nasir's equal length.
"Oh, fuck!" Emmett spoke as Nasir gasped at just how good that felt.
"Do that some more, Habibi!" Nasir urged.
"Yeah, this feels really good," Emmett needed one hand to hold himself in place against Nasir's hard cock as he began to frot his husband. Nasir placed his right fist on his abdomen to brace his bone as Emmett slid against him. This left their left hands free and they reached for each other. Nasir ran his hand over his husband's massive chest and let his fingers play over Emmett's right nipple. Emmett ran his fingertips through the hair on his husband's chest as he continued to slip his throbbing tool along his husband's equally rigid spike.
It took only moments for the head of Nasir's snake to lay in a pool of his own ooze. Nasir had always been powerfully turned on by his husband's body and cock. The day he first set eyes on Emmett at the front entrance of the Bellagio, he longed to see this big American beauty naked. And then he had been only too pleased to discover the man had a dick to match. The first time they had sex had been fantastic, but as their emotions deepened and grew into love, it only got better and better.
As Emmett continued to frot his husband, he leaked profusely directly onto Nasir's cock, which only made it feel even better for both of them. It strongly turned Emmett on to feel Nasir's hard bone slide against his. Emmett's Arab husband was hot all over. His scruffy face, his furry chest, his long, darkly hairy legs, his darker skin and his long cock were all exactly perfect in Emmett's eyes. Emmett wasn't sure why they engaged in this particular activity so rarely. It felt very good and gave them mutual, simultaneous stimulation. Of course, a sixty nine would always be preferable in that sense, but there was no way to execute that comfortably in the back of this limousine.
"Ugh. Habibi, just keep rubbing your cock on me," Nasir begged. "I don't care if it makes me come."
"I know. I don't want to stop either!" Emmett readily agreed. He looked into Nasir's soft brown eyes and saw love and need in equal measure to match his own. Both men had the same thought at the same time. Emmett leaned forward even as Nasir reached for the back of Emmett's neck. They opened their mouths to each other and each man sought the other's tongue with his own.
"Ahh," Nasir moaned into his husband's mouth as Emmett increased the pace of his slippery thrusting. It felt just as good to Emmett and Nasir's moan turned him on even more. Emmett put his free hand to the side of Nasir's face and stroked the scruffy cheek with his thumb while he kissed and frotted the man he loved.
Nasir ran his free hand down Emmett's strong back onto his round, solid, flexing right glute.
"Mmm," Emmett encouraged as Nasir pushed the jeans that were already riding low on his ass down further. He hoped his husband would slip his fingers into his crack and play with his hole. Emmett's hole longed for his top's loving attention, longed to welcome his husband home properly. For his part, Nasir wanted to reach into Emmett's crack as well, but he would have to pull Emmett against him to do it. That would halt their frot and it just felt too good to do that. Nasir gripped Emmett's cheek, but just let his hand ride on the thrusting butt. The feel of Emmett's ass spurred his memory. He didn't have to see those perfect glutes to know what they looked and tasted like. It was a memory that went straight to his throbbing penis.
"Hoh, Nasi," Emmett broke their kiss and just held his forehead against Nasir's. "I could so come like this."
As both of his hands were busy, Nasir ran his lips over the fur on his husband's face. "Make us come, my zawji," he whispered against Emmett's lips.
"Are you close too?" Emmett asked with urgency. The way his husband squirmed in the seat beneath him told Emmett that he was.
"You have me very close," Nasir confessed. He worked to keep his body still. Emmett's throbbing cock as it slipped against his own felt incredible.
"I am too," Emmett stated. Both sets of testicles drew up tight to the base of their respective cock and both men could feel it as their balls rubbed together as well.
"Hoh, fuck," Emmett closed his eyes as he focused on keeping his rhythm steady. He held himself in place as he slid his hard, throbbing, drooling length up and down Nasir's equally turgid, oozing, throbbing hardness, cum tube to cum tube. Nasir's entire cock was coated in Emmett's slime as was the underside of Emmett's own bone as it slipped back and forth on Nasir with his thrusts. It felt fantastic for both of them and drove them toward mutual orgasm.
Both men very much wanted to come together. Their labored breathing, the tautness of their muscles, the tightness of their scrotums, their flowing precum and the sounds they made signaled to each other that this would be the case.
"Ugh, my habibi," Nasir moaned as he tried not to squirm in the plush seat. Try though he might, Emmett was not able to prevent his thrusts from growing erratic as he neared the brink. This only drove Nasir closer to orgasm as well. He dug his fingers into the solid glute in his palm.
"Nasi, ugh!" Emmett fought to keep some control over his quivering muscles as he teetered on the edge.
Nasir could focus on little else apart from the relentless sliding of Emmett's big, thick, perfect American cock on his cum tube and frenulum. True to form semen escaped before he actually came. Emmett loved it when he could taste his husband's cum before he blasted in his mouth. Emmett couldn't see it in the back of the dark car as Nasir's ooze turned from clear to milky.
"Nasi, my God, I'm gonna come!" Emmett cried as his orgasm overtook him.
"Emmett! Na'am!" Nasir's eyes went wide as his own nuts cracked. "Yah!" he threw his head back and yelled as a thick spurt of jizz shot from his dick into his fur.
"Ungh!" Emmett felt Nasir's bone harden even further under his own as he blew out himself. A heavy bolt of cream shot up onto Nasir's chest. Nasir tried to hold himself still in the seat as he spilled his seed on himself, but could not. Emmett's muscles quaked in his orgasm and his internal convulsions only helped him to continue to slide his spurting cock on his husband's.
"Habibi!" Nasir could hardly take it as Emmett continued to frot him while they both came. The stimulation was just too much, but he didn't have the wit to give voice as he shuddered and squirted on himself.
"Ugh, fuck!" Emmett did like to be sucked or stroked through his orgasm and gave it no mind as he continued to frot Nasir while his cum painted Nasir's torso and coated Nasir's already dripping cock.
"Ha, ugh," Nasir squeezed his eyes closed as Emmett's pole slid unrelentingly on his and made him empty his nuts onto his chest and abdomen. Both cocks pulsed and spurted in unison.
"Oh, Babe," Emmett panted as he slowed down, but didn't yet stop frotting them. Both of them slowed to a steady flow of jizz as their mutual orgasm waned.
"Huuuh," Nasir gave a long moan as he felt Emmett's milk pour out onto his cock and over his exposed head.
"Fuck, Babe," Emmett worked to catch his breath as he at last held himself still, his hard, cummy bone yet pressed to Nasir's.
"My Emmett, the things you do to me," Nasir reached up and put a hand to the side of Emmett's face. "Why am I ever apart from you?"
"I know," Emmett agreed with a nod. "I guess it's so I can do this every time I see you," he teased.
"I will fly out and back in every day," Nasir smiled.
"Wow, Nasi, you're soaked," Emmett ran a finger through the thick pools of combined spunk that covered his husband from collarbone to cock.
"I am sorry it all went to waste, but I would do it again. It felt very good," Nasir expressed.
"I know, it did," Emmett moved back and leaned down. He applied his tongue to the base of Nasir's still hard bone where the Arab stones relaxed in their loosening sac. Emmett ran his tongue up Nasir's coated cock and into the pool in which the head of Nasir's snake soaked. He moved his tongue through the pools on Nasir's abdomen and chest, and slurped some up as he went. Nasir was ready and willing. He happily opened his mouth as Emmett fed him his tongue and some of their combined essences.
"Mmm," Nasir welcomed Emmett's tongue and their cum into his mouth with his own tongue. Emmett closed his eyes while he shared their seed with his husband. The scent of their emissions was strong in the enclosed back of the limo as they enjoyed their taste as well.
"I like when you do that," Nasir expressed when Emmett broke their kiss.
"Yeah? I do too," Emmett smiled. "How about when I do this?" he asked as he moved down Nasir's body again. He took his husband's cummy and yet hard cock in his mouth and began to gently suck him.
"Ugh. I love when you do that," Nasir sighed his gratification as his husband nursed on him.
The limousine rolling to a gentle stop at a traffic light alerted them to the fact that they had just exited the freeway. Home was a very few short blocks away. And one of them was covered in two healthy loads.
Emmett pulled his mouth off of the long Arab joint he wanted to go on sucking and sat up to look around. "Oh, shit. We gotta get you cleaned up. I shoulda brought a towel," he snatched up his shirt from the floor of the car behind him and grabbed Nasir's dick with it.
"Habibi, your shirt!" Nasir knew Emmett wouldn't be able to put it back on.
"It's okay. All we gotta do is go in the door and up the elevator," Emmett reasoned.
"I should have used my own shirt," Nasir protested while Emmett swabbed at him.
"That type of material would never have soaked all this up," Emmett pointed out. "I do wish I had just drank your cum now though."
"I can make more," Nasir asserted.
"The next time you give me more, it's going in my ass," Emmett dictated. Nasir only smiled. Emmett's order was his command.
When their chauffeur opened the rear door of the long car at the front entrance of their building, Emmett and Nasir were as put together as they could be. Nasir appeared to be in as much of his suit as he was in when he first got into the car, though now his shirt was as open as his suit jacket. Emmett was bare chested and carried his shirt wadded up in his hand. Bobby was respectful and made no comment.
"Thank you, Bobby," Nasir slung his briefcase over his shoulder as he pressed a very generous tip into his favorite driver's hand.
"Thank you, Mr. al Qasimi. You and Mr. McCarty have a great night," Bobby bid. Thanks to the darkness, Bobby couldn't see through the open dress shirt, the way his favorite client's fur was plastered to his chest, even if he were inclined to look.
"We already are. See you tomorrow evening," Nasir patted the young man on the shoulder and moved to follow where Emmett already held the building door open.
Nasir's body was accustomed to Eastern Time and he naturally woke first. He slept soundly, content in his own bed in his own home in his husband's strong and loving arms. Nasir lay still in the crook of Emmett's arm and just listened to him breathe for a long while. Emmett didn't have to tell him that this was the best night's sleep he had gotten all week. Nasir already knew that and it was very much the same for him.
Eventually Nasir lifted his head from Emmett's shoulder and propped his head on his elbow. He watched his habibi zawji sleep. Emmett was so beautiful. Nasir was struck in this moment by how very much he loved this man. He had given up everything he knew for Emmett. His job, his relatives, even his nation. Of course, that life had been a lie. Emmett had given up much for him as well. There had to be hundreds if not thousands of very hot men who would gladly give a testicle to belong to Emmett. Men who had comparatively little to no baggage and who could lay beside him every night. Men who could give Emmett the life he deserved. But Emmett had given that possibility up when he chose to be with him.
And now they lived on opposite coasts. The impossible absurdity of that hit Nasir with full force as he gazed on his beautiful, loving, sleeping life partner, lover and husband. To be together, they had to live apart. Nasir thanked Allah again that each time Emmett called him it was not to say that he found someone who could and would be there for him. He thanked Allah every day, though he didn't really believe in Him, for the love and partnership he shared with Emmett, for the loving family they had in Garrett and Seth, and for their prosperity.
Nasir didn't know how long he was lost in his thoughts, watching Emmett sleep. He never looked at the clock. Emmett stirred, sucked in a deep breath and opened his eyes.
"Hey," Emmett smiled through heavily lidded eyes.
"You are so beautiful when you are sleepy," Nasir caressed Emmett's left pec with gentle fingers.
"My baby's home," Emmett rolled toward Nasir and gathered his husband into his arms. He nuzzled into Nasir's neck and was still.
"Right where I belong," Nasir ran his hand slowly over Emmett's muscular back.
"Were you watching me sleep?" Emmett asked as Nasir's first words this morning sank in.
"I was," Nasir turned his head to kiss Emmett's temple. "You are beautiful and I love you."
"I love you too," Emmett tightened his arms around his husband. "Hey, remember how you woke me up in New York?"
"I remember waking you up a couple of times," Nasir smiled at the memories and his already hard cock gave a throb.
"I seem to remember I either woke up in your mouth, or with your tongue in my ass," Emmett's own cock responded in kind.
"Should I have awakened you like that this morning?" Nasir asked.
"Well, I do need to welcome you home properly, so," Emmett pretended to consider, "if you think you would like to start by sticking your tongue up my ass, I would like that a lot."
"I was home as soon as you took me in your arms," Nasir pointed out. "However, I am not at all averse to licking your ass. I long to make love to you."
"Now you're talkin'!" Emmett enthused. "May I suck on you a little first? I didn't get to do enough of that last night."
"My habibi, you need never ask. All of me is yours," Nasir assured. Emmett only smiled as he pushed his husband onto his back and threw the covers off of them.
"Sweetness, they might not be up," Garrett pointed out as he and Seth stepped into the elevator that Saturday morning.
"It's after noon in New York. There's no way they're not up," Seth reasoned.
"They might be up and busy," Garrett suggested. "And not the type of busy that would welcome company," he added.
"I knew what you meant," Seth stated. "And I don't care. We've seen each other do that a hundred times," he gave a dismissive wave. Seth had dressed them in cute tee shirts today. Garrett's snug black tee shirt read in white letters 'I'm a keeper' and Seth's white one had 'Don't you wish your boyfriend was hung like me?' in black letters. While Garrett's shirt fit him perfectly, Seth's was too long. He accessorized with a fashionable leather and metal chain belt worn loosely on the outside of his shirt so that it hung down off his left hip. They both wore tight fitting jeans.
Seth led the way as the elevator opened on the eighth floor. Garrett had the keys and admitted them to Emmett and Nasir's home.
"Woo-hoo, boys," Seth called as he walked into the quiet condo. "Good morning. Where are you, Marys?" Seth called from where the hall gave onto the living and dining rooms. Garrett stepped up behind him as he was answered with silence.
"We brought breakfast," Seth tried again.
"I don't hear the shower," Garrett listened.
"I don't hear any grunting either," Seth observed. "They can't still be asleep," he headed for the bedroom.
"I'll put this in the kitchen and start a pot of coffee," Garrett turned back toward the kitchen with the large paper sack he carried.
As soon as Seth walked into the bedroom the scent enveloped him. "Hoo-we! It smells like a couple a stallions in here!"
Emmett lay almost diagonally across the big bed. He was on his stomach with his left arm hanging over the edge. Nasir laid on Emmett's back and it was immediately clear that while they were done, he was still inside Emmett.
"Time to get up, you Marys," Seth walked to a bedroom window where he pulled the curtains open wider to let in more light and then opened the window for some fresh air. Neither Emmett nor Nasir moved or gave any hint at life at all apart from their breathing.
"You guys okay?" Seth asked though he perfectly well knew they were.
"I am so much better than okay right now," Emmett sighed with contentment.
"I'll bet," Seth smiled. "Welcome home, Nasir," he ran his fingers through the Arab's dark wavy hair.
"Thank you, Sethy," Nasir mustered the strength to reach out to Seth and rested his hand on the smaller man's hip.
"For the record, Seth, there's only one stallion in this room," Emmett corrected. "An Arabian stallion and he's right where he belongs."
"I see that," Seth smiled. He knew how much these two missed, needed and longed for each other. It warmed his spirit to see them joined together this way.
Nasir slowly forced his muscles to obey him. He moved his hips back and lifted himself from Emmett. Emmett gave a small whimper at the loss of his husband's still substantial, but not quite hard cock as it slipped from his hole. Nasir gave a grunt as he let himself fall onto his back on the bed beside Emmett. His half hard cock flopped across his hip. Emmett lifted his head to smile at his husband.
Nasir smiled back at Emmett and looked up at Seth who stood over them at the edge of the bed. "Take off your clothes, Sethy. You can be next," he reached back to take hold of the smaller man's butt.
"My thoroughbred took good care of me already this morning, thank you," Seth patted Nasir's scruffy cheek. "Are you two hungry? We have bagels, cream cheese and lox, and Gar is putting a pot of coffee on right now."
"I am hungry," Emmett stated as he rolled over as well. It was immediately clear that he and their sheets were a mess.
"Your man fucked your cum right outta you," Seth observed. "Well done, Nasir," he patted Nasir's cheek again. "You are the only top in the history of the world to earn my seal of approval without actually getting into my ass."
"We can fix that right now," Nasir teased as he squeezed Seth's denim clad cheeks.
"He'll take my word for it," Emmett stated.
"Okay, up, you two," Seth commanded as he stepped back out of Nasir's reach. "You're all cummy and lubey. Into the shower, let's go!"
Emmett and Nasir forced the muscles that had turned to jelly after their combined orgasm to obey them and slowly rose from the bed.
"Wash the sex off so you're fit to hug my husband," Seth put a hand on the small of their backs to urge them toward the master bath. "And you don't want to have breakfast with cum dripping out of your ass."
"You make me sound like some gaping whore," Emmett protested.
"Just get in the shower," Seth ordered. "I'll put your sheets in the washer."
"Oh, hey...," Emmett turned back and pointed.
"I won't wash Nasir's pillowcase," Seth knew exactly what his best friend was thinking. He set Nasir's pillow aside and proceeded to strip the bed as the taller men went into the bathroom and started the shower. Seth discovered that the mattress pad was just as soaked as the bottom sheet and stripped that as well. He was careful to wrap the top sheet around the bundle so as not to accidentally soil his clothes and carried the whole thing out of the bedroom.
"Don't tell me, let me guess," Garrett saw the giant bundle of linens heading toward him with his little husband as he placed freshly cut lemon wedges around the plate of salmon.
"They, and these sheets, are covered in lube and cum and sweat, so I threw them in the shower," Seth walked through to the laundry room. Garrett chuckled to himself as he opened a jar of capers to sprinkle on the salmon. He could well picture Emmett and Nasir with limbs akimbo and entwined in post coital bliss, and his husband taking charge of them.
Once the laundry was started, Seth took a tall stool at the breakfast bar while Garrett toasted bagels. It only took a few minutes for Emmett and Nasir to emerge from the bedroom fresh from their shower with towels cinched about their waists.
"Yay!" Seth lept off his barstool and charged at them.
"Goh!" Nasir caught Seth and stumbled backward as the smaller man jumped up onto him. Seth wrapped his legs around Nasir's torso and arms around Nasir's neck just as he did to Emmett every time he picked him up at the airport.
"Now I can welcome you home properly," Seth gave Nasir a kiss on his lips.
"Thank you, my Emira. It is very good to be home with my family," Nasir hugged the smaller man tightly and then let Seth slide down to his feet. Nasir's towel went down with Seth and he was left naked.
"Nasir," Garrett was ready for a hug as well and didn't give Nasir time to reach for his towel. This was his best friend and Garrett didn't give it a thought. "So good to have you home," he patted the taller man's bare back as they embraced.
"I miss you very much too, Garrett," Nasir held Garrett tightly. "I hope we can find time for a game of racquetball."
"I would love that," Garrett agreed as they pulled apart.
"Ah, what the hell, Garrett," Emmett pulled his towel off and dropped it as he reached for Garrett.
"Oh!" Garrett was not expecting another naked hug.
"Will you naked assholes stop molesting my husband!" Seth gave Emmett a swat on his bare backside. Nasir picked up both towels and handed Emmett his when he let go of Garrett.
"Hey, I love the tee shirts by the way," Emmett complimented as he cinched his towel about his waist again.
"This looks good. I am starving," Nasir moved toward the spread on the breakfast bar. "Thank you both," he reached for a toasted bagel.
"We thought you might like some solid food," Seth climbed onto the stool beside Nasir.
"I have actually not had any of the liquid protein I so enjoy yet either. I shall rectify that today," Nasir made his point with his spreading knife.
"I thought you said you were gonna fuck his face in the limo," Seth selected a bagel as well.
"I was gonna do that, but...," Emmett gave a shrug.
"But?" Seth pressed.
"I put my dick on his dick and we started frotting, and that just felt really good," Emmett gave another shrug.
"Ah," Garrett nodded enthusiastically to himself. Seth, Emmett and Nasir all looked at him.
"I mean, what? You did what? What's that?" Garrett blinked his eyes innocently.
"Ha!" Seth laughed.
"You don't do that very often, Garrett?" Emmett asked with a grin.
"It is very nice," Nasir endorsed.
"I know it is," Garrett agreed.
"I seem to remember climbing on top of you a time or two and teasing you with my dick until we both exploded," Seth confessed.
"There is something very special about having your cock stimulated by your lover's cock," Garrett stated. "It is wasteful though. And I suppose we don't do that very often because when my beautiful little husband pulls his magnificent cock out of his pants, I just have to wrap my lips around it."
"And you two were saving it for each other!" Seth laughed. "You must have made an even worse mess in the limo!"
"I was soaked," Nasir nodded.
"Did you think to bring a towel?" Garrett asked.
"I didn't have a shirt on when I got out of the car," Emmett answered.
"That's why that shirt on top of the washer was all stiff and crunchy!" Seth found that very amusing.
"We do not want stiff and crunchy clothes. The next time I come I will do so in my zawji's mouth," Nasir planed with a nod.
"Damn right you will," Emmett ripped a piece of bagel and popped it in his mouth.
"Try the lox. It's very good," Garrett pointed.
"It looks good," Nasir reached for a slice. "I would love to go to Elliott's while I am home. There is no seafood like that in New York."
"No, there isn't," Garrett agreed. "Oh, they might have Naked Roys!"
"Yes, I love those! Or the Baywater Sweets!" Nasir enthused.
"Are we gonna let them kiss us with their oystery lips?" Emmett asked his best friend.
"They can still suck dick," Seth pointed out.
"I know that's right," Emmett held out his fist for Seth to bump.
"And we will," Garrett promised for them both.
"So what are we doing today?" Nasir asked.
"We should head out fairly soon," Seth began. "We have an appointment with our seamstress extraordinaire for a Halloween fitting."
"I get to see my costume before the party this year?" Garrett could hardly imagine it.
"This year you do," Seth confirmed.
"You could blindfold him," Emmett suggested.
"Oh, I could do that," Seth mused. "But then that might lead to things lesbians won't want to see."
"Or have their children watch," Garrett added.
"Okay, so we're agreed. Cocksucking is restricted to the drive down and back," Seth voiced his conclusion. "You're driving, Emmy," he pointed.
"Hey," Emmett protested.
"We'll drive," Garrett came to the rescue.