AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Just a couple of days late, because it entirely slipped my mind to get this out. The good news is, I was distracted by writing all weekend.
I didn't give my baby sister time to dust so any inaccuracies are entirely mine. Sis, I love you more than I tell you.
Big hugs to my girls, Maureen, Rebecca, Kate and Pauline. Miss Pauline, you are especially in my thoughts.
The FF witch hunt appears to be over. I will continue to post here and move to AO3 as and when I have to. When/if I am forced to complete the relocation you can find me at - archiveofourown ~dot~ org. Then just do a search for Jtrue.
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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 35: New Stuff
Nasir naturally woke first as his body was acclimated to Eastern Time. Sunlight streamed in through the windows. Nasir turned his head to his husband who had rolled onto his back sometime during the night, and couldn't help but smile. One of the best things in his life was waking up beside Emmett. Nasir moved closer to the man he loved and laid his head on Emmett's chest. Nasir cuddling up to him slowly woke Emmett. He became aware of a head resting on him and an arm around him, and it made him smile. Emmett wrapped his arms around his husband as he sucked in a deep breath through his nose and stretched.
"Good morning, my habibi," Nasir did not lift his head, but knew Emmett was awake.
"Mmm. Sabah al khair, zawji," Emmett bid the same.
"Ah! Sabah al noor," Nasir gave the appropriate response. "I love when you speak Arabic to me!" he turned his head and kissed Emmett's pec.
"I don't know much," Emmett ran his fingers through Nasir's thick hair.
"It is sweet that you do that for me," Nasir found and wrapped his hand around Emmett's morning wood, and gave him a stroke.
"Ohh, I so need to pee," Emmett expressed.
"I do too," Nasir let go of Emmett's cock and threw the blanket off of them. "Come," he rose from the mattresses on the floor and held out his hand to Emmett. "Let us relieve ourselves of this need."
Emmett rose, took his husband's hand and allowed himself to be led into the big Moroccan master bath. They walked into the water closet and stood with arms around each other as they took a piss together, mixing their streams.
"Are you hungry? I'd love to make you a mint and parsley omelette like you like," Emmett offered. "I didn't get to make one for you when you were home and I want to do that."
"Oh, Habibi, that is so sweet of you," Nasir reached to flush as they shook themselves off, "but I did not buy anything. There is nothing in the house. The Jean-Georges at the Mark is excellent. I will take you out. It is right around the corner. Shower with me."
"Nasi, I said I didn't want to go out this weekend. We always go to super nice places. I just want to be domestic with you. I mean I know we need to go shopping for things and I do want to go out with Edward and Jasper, but I want to cook for you," Emmett reminded.
"I know we said we would do that. I am sorry, Habibi," Nasir put his hands on Emmett's arms as they stood facing each other in the big bathroom.
"No need to sorry, Babe," Emmett put a hand to the side of Nasir's face and leaned forward to kiss him softly on his lips. "Let just brush our teeth, throw something on and run to the market real quick."
"I think Duane said there is a good market right down the street," Nasir was fine with Emmett's plan. They moved to the tiled vessel sinks and proceeded to brush their teeth. Nasir could not resist while Emmett was bent over the sink to reach over and caress his husband's fine, firm, round backside. When they were done brushing and rinsing Emmett stepped closer to his husband, cupped Nasir's cock and balls gently, and gave him a lingering kiss.
Back in the bedroom Emmett picked up from the floor what he had worn on the plane and put that back on. Nasir did the same with his jeans and found a thin sweater to pull over his head. Emmett had shipped himself a number of things to have here before he came out the first time and started opening drawers.
"Hey, Nasi, where's my, oh, here we go," Emmett found what he was looking for and pulled a thin, gray, baggy, knit cap onto his head that had plenty of extra material that bunched and hung off the top of his head in back. "There. My bad hair day hat."
"I will wear a baseball cap," Nasir decided aloud.
"I don't know, you're kinda cute all bed heady," Emmett followed his husband into the closet Nasir used. Nasir donned his dark blue Fly Emirates cap and a casual suit jacket of the same color.
"Am I still cute?" Nasir presented himself.
"Way beyond cute and I'm proud to be yours," Emmett took Nasir's face in both hands and kissed him softly on his lips again.
"I am the one to be proud. Let us go," Nasir took Emmett's hand. "I am very hungry."
"Me too," Emmett agreed as he followed. They left the bedroom and climbed the steps to the upper floor. Nasir snatched up his wallet and keys from where he usually left them on the large round table beneath the chandelier. They went out the front door and Emmett touched the button to call for the elevator while Nasir locked their door behind them.
In no time they bid their doorman good morning and stepped out onto Park Avenue.
"Which way?" Emmett asked.
"We have to go over to Lexington. This way," Nasir directed. They walked side by side to 78th Street and turned right. 78th was a tree lined one way street and the trees between Park and Lexington were so mature and full that they made a canopy over the whole street. At the end of their block, on the same side, Butterfield Market occupied the corner of 78th with frontage onto Lexington Avenue.
"Oh, wow. This is really convenient," Emmett followed Nasir around the corner. "Oh, hey, a bagel place," he pointed down the block. "I'm starved. You wanna just grab something on the run? We'll get our groceries and I'll make breakfast tomorrow."
"I am fine with that. Duane says this place has the best bagels in town," Nasir took Emmett's hand again and just as soon as there was an opening in the Lexington traffic, they dashed across the street together.
The hole in the wall bagel place had an amazing assortment of bagels and cream cheeses, and also made bagel breakfast sandwiches to order. Emmett had a ham, egg and cheese on plain bagel while Nasir had a toasted sun dried tomato bagel with scallion cream cheese. Like most hole in the wall Manhattan eateries, the food was excellent and while there were a few tables, not one was available.
"Wow, this is delicious," Emmett commented as he chewed and they stepped out onto the sidewalk together. "This neighborhood is full of hidden gems."
"That is what Duane said also," Nasir took another bite. "Why are New York bagels so good?"
"I know, right? Maybe it's the water or something," Emmett posited. They finished their quick breakfast while they walked back to the 78th street intersection and this time waited for the light to cross.
"That hit the spot," Emmett rubbed his stomach as he paused to deposit their bags and wrappers in a city trash can. "Not too filling, just right. Now we can keep right on going," he followed Nasir into Butterfield Market.
Nasir stopped, looked around and stepped aside. He was at a loss when it came to groceries and needed his partner to take the lead.
"Grab a cart, Babe," Emmett took charge. It wasn't his husband's fault that he had been born and raised in a place where men never set foot in a kitchen.
"Wow, check this place out," Emmett headed for the counters.
There was a bakery section with a counter of fresh desserts, a deli counter, a long counter of prepared foods from veal chops and lasagna to soups and turkey meatloaf, an imported cheeses counter and meat and seafood counters. There were even pizza and frozen yogurt stations. Emmett walked through to get a feel for all the place had to offer and Nasir followed along with his narrow cart. This was Manhattan and space was at a premium. As such the aisles within the market were anything but wide.
"This produce is beautiful," Emmett commented as he headed for the fresh herbs. "What would you like for dinner tonight?"
"Whatever you would like to make me," Nasir was easy. "The important thing is that you are here, that we are together. I do not care what we do or eat."
"Aw, Babe," Emmett smiled as he placed the herbs he needed in their cart. "How about pickled pigs feet?"
"What?!" Nasir was horrified. "That is a real thing? People even eat the feet of those filthy creatures?!"
"How about chicken schnitzel?" Emmett made his real proposal.
"That would be better," Nasir nodded. "That I would eat."
"And maybe tomorrow I can do a nice stir fry," Emmett thought out loud. "Go tell the man at the meat counter that we want three whole boneless chicken breasts."
"Three boneless chicken breasts," Nasir repeated.
"Three whole ones," Emmett coached. He knew his husband didn't know the difference and it made him smile. "Unless they're small, then get four."
"I can do that," Nasir assured with a nod and left the cart as he set off for the meat counter. Emmett moved to the baskets of produce set under the plate glass windows. He smiled at passers by out on the sidewalk as he selected the vegetables he would need. It struck him that any or all of the strangers passing by could be tourists. He was shopping for groceries with his husband. For the first time Emmett felt like a New Yorker. And at least for the weekend, he was.
"Three whole boneless chicken breasts," Nasir announced as he returned and placed his butcher paper wrapped parcel in their cart.
"Perfect, Babe. Hey, you want to do a baked potato tonight?" Emmett held up what was clearly an Idaho baker. "It's not at all a traditional German thing, but these look really good."
"That would be nice. I cannot remember the last time I had a baked potato," Nasir thought back.
"I can steam some veggies and let's see if they have a beet salad at the deli counter," Emmett thought out loud.
"You have made that before. I know what to look for," Nasir volunteered and turned to go, but just as quickly turned back. "How much do I want?"
"Enough for both of us," Emmett gave a simple answer.
"How much is that?" Nasir did not know what to tell the deli attendant.
"Have them show you the size of containers they have and pick the one you think is best. Then just have them fill that up, however much it weighs," Emmett instructed.
"I can do that," Nasir headed off again. Emmett smiled after him. His man was worth millions. He could fly all over the world and build hotels, but he couldn't negotiate the deli counter. Nasir returned in no time, again triumphant. They headed into the dry goods section of the store where Emmett grabbed mundane things like flour and bread crumbs while Nasir followed obediently with their cart.
"Hey, do we have a wok?" Emmett asked as he picked up olive and wok oils.
"I have no idea," Nasir answered honestly.
"We might need to get a wok today," Emmett placed the bottles in their cart. "Let's see if there's an Asian section. I want straw mushrooms, water chestnuts and jasmine rice," he headed off in search and Nasir followed. They finished in dairy section, obtaining eggs and milk butter and sour cream.
"Hi," the very friendly cashier smiled at them as they took their turn at the register. She began to ring their purchases as Nasir loaded them onto the belt. "You guys don't look familiar to me. Are you members?"
"No, this is our first time," Emmett answered. "How do we sign up, Shelli?" he read the nametag on her green Butterfield apron.
"Easy. Just fill this out right now," Shelli handed Emmett the placard with detachable keyring cards, "or go online. It's easy."
"You guys deliver," Emmett noted aloud.
"We sure do," Shelli continued to ring up and bag their items.
"Everyone in the neighborhood does," Nasir pointed out.
"I can even order online! Nasi, this is great!" Emmett enthused as he stuck the card in one of their bags. "I can order things for whatever you want me to make before I even get on the plane, and everything will be in the fridge by the time I land. It's perfect!"
"It is," Nasir agreed. He was all for anything that gave him more time to spend in bed with Emmett.
"You guys aren't locals?" Shelli asked.
"Kinda sorta," Emmett gave his non explanation answer.
"You guys must be doctors or lawyers or something," Shelli surmised. "All the gay couples that live around here are doctors or lawyers it seems like. Most gay people live in Chelsea or the Village. My brother lives in Chelsea."
"Your brother's gay?" Emmett asked.
"Yep. He and his partner live right above the G Lounge. It's a good thing they work there or they'd never get any sleep," Shelli was chatty.
"We'll have to stop in and say hi, tell 'em you took good care of us," Emmett smiled.
"Yeah, do that! Ask for Jeff and Nick," Shelli finished ringing them up.
"That sounds like fun," Nasir held out his credit card to pay for their purchases, but it was Emmett who took it from him. Emmett swiped Nasir's card through the POS device and handed it back to him.
"Oh," Nasir stepped closer and signed his name with the stylus. Emmett had shown him how to use such things on more than one occasion in Seattle.
"You guys have a nice day," Shelli printed their receipt and handed it to Nasir.
"Thanks, Shelli. You too," Emmett bid as he began to gather up their bags. Nasir stuck the receipt into one of the bags and picked up the remainder. He couldn't help but note that Emmett had deliberately taken all of the heavier ones.
"So, we'll get this put away. Then what do you want to do first?" Emmett asked as they walked out onto Lexington and around the corner onto 78th.
"I want to take a shower with you," Nasir expressed.
"That sounds very nice," Emmett smiled.
"Then we can go to the paint store. Mrs. Vogel gave me the card of a place she says is very good," Nasir stated.
"Do I know Mrs. Vogel?" Emmett could not remember meeting such a person.
"She is the head of the building owners association or something," Nasir informed. "I do not think you have met her. She gave me the keys when Garrett and I first came to see the place."
"Okay, I remember you telling me about her," Emmett nodded. "Does her paint place have Benjamin Moore paint? The fumes are something else, but I think they have the best colors."
"It says Benjamin Moore right on the card," Nasir confirmed.
"Perfect," Emmett nodded as they turned the corner onto Park Avenue.
Vlad rushed to the door just as soon as he saw them and held it open. "Good shopping, Mr. al Qasimi, Mr. McCarty?"
"Very good, Vlad, thanks," Emmett answered as they headed for the elevator. Once again the big Russian was quick on his feet and dashed ahead to touch the elevator call button for them.
"Mr. Seiler and Mr. Slocum say if I see you, to tell you they would love for you to stop by and see what they do to bed," Vlad relayed.
"I'm sure they'd love for us to see their bed," Emmett commented.
"We will do that, thank you, Vlad," Nasir acknowledged as he followed Emmett into the elevator.
"You gentlemen have nice day," Vlad bid as he leaned into the elevator to touch the button for the 17th floor for them.
"You too, Vlad," Emmett returned as the doors closed. "They wanna show us the bed, really?"
"I wonder if they will let us see it with our clothes on?" Nasir mused.
"Rodney'll say, 'hi, Nasir, c'mon in, lay down, slip into my ass while you look at the bed.' And then I'll pound his face in," Emmett imagined.
"And if Duane tries to wrap his lips around you, I will take him into the desert," Nasir stated. "Or South Bronx."
"Yeah, the desert might be just a little out of the way, Babe," Emmett chuckled as the elevator doors opened on their floor. They slipped off their shoes and Nasir dropped some of his bags while he fished his keys out of his pocket. Nasir let them in and they walked through their penthouse to the spacious kitchen where they piled their bags on the breakfast bar. Nasir helped by unpacking while Emmett put things where he wanted them.
"Okay, so," Emmett stepped back to scrutinize the giant rack suspended above the island, festooned with pots and pans of nearly every type. "There are pans here I've never even seen before, but no wok," he observed. "Unless," Emmett bent to open lower cabinets to verify their contents. "Nope," he finally confirmed.
"Then we shall get one," Nasir wadded up the paper bags.
"Hey, we coulda reused those," Emmett pointed out.
"For what? You will order online," Nasir countered.
"What about while I'm here? What if we need something tomorrow?" Emmett posited.
"I am sure they have more bags, Habibi," Nasir reasoned.
"I'm sure they do, but why kill more trees?" Emmett asked.
"Ah," Nasir got it. "Next time I will fold them and put them someplace. Do not tell Edward what I have done."
"Yeah, Edward'll getcha," Emmett smiled.
"Will you protect me?" Nasir asked.
"Always," Emmett took his husband in his arms and gave him a gentle and loving kiss on his lips. "Paint?"
"No," Nasir pulled back and took Emmett's hand. "Shower," he dictated.
"I haven't had a shower since yesterday morning," Emmett stated as he he was led toward through the house. "A shower sounds damn good right now and a shower with you sounds even better."
They descended the stairs and went directly into the master bath and immediately began to shed their clothes.
"That is what I like to see," Nasir ran an admiring hand over his husband's firm, round, bare backside as he followed Emmett into the spacious clear glass and Moorish tiled shower enclosure.
"You can do more to it than look," Emmett smiled over his shoulder as he turned on the water. They both stood back from the big overhead rain showerhead while the water warmed. As soon as it did they came together beneath it and let the hot water cascade over their heads and bodies.
"Let me wash your hair, Habibi," Nasir reached for the Alterna Caviar bottle. They both stepped out of the water while Nasir squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his palm. Emmett stood still facing his husband and closed his eyes. Nasir rubbed his hands together and applied them to Emmett's head, running his fingers through Emmett's hair.
"Mmm," Emmett luxuriated in his husband's massaging fingers on his scalp. "I love this," he sighed.
"I do too," Nasir stood close enough to Emmett to feel the stronger man's breath on his face. They stood broad, smooth chest to hairy chest and their soft cocks brushed together as Nasir washed his husband's hair. Emmett put his hands on his husband's hips and ran them back to Nasir's furry cheeks.
"There. Rinse," Nasir instructed. Emmett stepped back into the raining water to do so.
"Let me wash your hair now," Emmett wiped water out of his eyes and poured shampoo into his hand. He took a wide stance and planted his feet on the outside of Nasir's, pressing their bodies together even closer. He knew that his husband liked to play with his butt while he washed his hair and that was exactly what Emmett wanted. Nasir immediately reached around to grip his husband's solid, round glutes as Emmett's hands ran the shampoo through his hair.
"Yeah," Emmett enjoyed the massage Nasir gave his butt as he massaged Nasir's scalp. "That's all yours."
"Mine," Nasir spread Emmett's cheeks to tease his hole with his middle finger. The attentive, enticing hands and probing fingers made Emmett's cock thicken and lengthen. Pressed against Nasir as he was, Nasir felt it and his cock swelled as well.
"I need more than your finger though," Emmett advised as he worked the lather through his husband's rich, dark hair.
"I will give you much more. I will give you all of me," Nasir promised.
"That's what I'm talkin' about," Emmett continued to slowly and gently run his fingers through his husband's thick hair and massage his scalp. "You know, somebody needs a haircut."
"I have better things to do when I am home," Nasir accentuated his point by gentle pressing his finger against Emmett's hole.
"Okay, I can't argue with that. Go ahead and rinse," Emmett took hold of his husband's shoulders and moved him into the water. He watched the soapy water cascade down his husband's furry body and it naturally drew his attention to the heavily hanging, half awake Arab snake. Nasir smiled as he felt his husband's big, strong hand gently cup his cock and balls.
"We need to find you a hairdresser in the neighborhood," Emmett thought out loud as Nasir moved toward him and wiped the water out of his eyes. "I'm sure Duane and Rodney will know of one," he added with sarcasm.
"Maybe Duane will cut my hair," Nasir teased with a grin.
"While Rodney sucks your dick? I don't think so," Emmett laid down the law. "This is mine," he tightened his grip slightly on the treasure in his palm to emphasise his point.
"Perhaps we should ask Jasper," Nasir proposed as he poured shower gel into his hand.
"That sounds like a much better idea," Emmett agreed as his husband began to wash him.
"Mmm," Nasir ran his soapy hands over Emmett's pecs and shoulders.
"I wonder what those two are up to today," Emmett mused as he put his hands behind his head. His husband's pose went straight to Nasir's dick. Emmett looked so incredibly sexy like that. He had no thoughts of Edward or Jasper as he ran his soapy hands into Emmett's pits. Nasir didn't spend too long in Emmett's armpits. There were more tantalizing areas that needed his attention. Emmett let his arms rest on Nasir's shoulders when his husband's hands moved down his body.
"Now for my favorite part," Nasir wrapped his hand around Emmett's half hard cock.
"That feels good, Babe," Emmett enjoyed the feel of his husband's massaging, stroking hand. It only took a moment for Nasir to make him totally boned up. Nasir stroked back to make Emmett's foreskin roll back as much as possible and cleaned him with very gentle fingers.
"Rinse," Nasir pushed at Emmett's hip.
"Hey, I need more attention than that!" Emmett complained and stood his ground.
"You have all of my attention. Rinse," Nasir commanded. Emmett turned himself into the water to quickly rinse his front while Nasir poured more shower gel into his hand. Nasir knelt as Emmett turned back and smiled appreciatively as he was presented with Emmett's long, thick spike in his face.
"Oh, kay," Emmett understood the plan as his husband's lips closed around him. Nasir took the most of Emmett's thick bone in his mouth and just held it as he ran his soapy fingers through Emmett's trimmed pubes. His own neglected cock rose to full erection between his legs as he held Emmett's hardness in his mouth. Nasir moved his hands to massage Emmett's big testicles in their lose, smooth sac and found that he simply could not hold his tongue still. His tongue longed to caress Emmett's hard cock. Nasir was unable to simply hold his husband in his mouth and not show him the loving attention he deserved.
"Ugh, Nasi," Emmett closed his eyes and leaned against the tiles behind Nasir as his husband's tongue began to caress his sensitive cum tube. Counter to their positions last night, this time Nasir's tongue was in exactly the right place. Emmett took a wide stance as Nasir's fingers snaked along his perineum to his hole. Nasir held his eyes closed as well as he massaged Emmett's cock with his tongue and ran his soapy fingers through Emmett's crack. Without even thinking, Nasir zeroed in on Emmett's hole. He massaged it with his fingers while he massaged Emmett's cum tube with his tongue and his own cock throbbed between his legs.
Emmett stood still in the warm shower enclosure He leaned against the wall with his hands flat on the cool tiles. The silken tongue caressed the underside of his organ within the warm, wet confines of his husband's loving mouth. Nasir's fingers teased the hole that they both knew longed to be filled. Emmett resisted the urge to thrust into his husband's mouth or beg him to suck. They had much to do today and they were just supposed to be taking a shower. Still it felt far too good to tell Nasir to stop. Emmett's husband could play with him to his heart's content, even if it did turn his balls blue.
"Umm," Nasir tasted Emmett's seepage on the back of his tongue. And he knew how to get more. Emmett gasped as Nasir's index finger slowly pushed into him.
"Ugh," Emmett felt it as Nasir touched his prostate. Just as Nasir knew would happen a surge of precum flowed into his mouth. Nasir continued to hold Emmett's straining cock in his mouth and massage it with his tongue. He began to slowly fuck Emmett with his finger.
"Nasi, shit," Emmett expressed both his pleasure and frustration. The relentless massaging tongue on his cum tube and finger in his ass felt fantastic, but were not enough to get him off. It was the most exquisite torture.
"Ugh, Babe, you're killing me," Emmett rested his forehead on his right arm. He quickly discovered that his husband was just getting started. "Oh, God," Emmett felt a second finger join the first inside him. It made him desperate for his husband's hard rod and at the same time made him wonder just what Nasir was doing. "Are you trying to make me come?"
And at that moment, Nasir realized that was exactly what he wanted. He hollowed his cheeks and began to suck Emmett's cock.
"Nasi, fuck!" Emmett's entire body tensed. He was not prepared, though he should have been, for a full on assault from without and within. Nasir sucked Emmett's throbbing, leaking pole and massaged his prostate with his fingers. Nasir felt Emmett's big nuts pull up to his body. He had primed this weapon well and knew his reward was soon at hand.
"Ugh, my God," Emmett let his head hang back and fought to retain control of his muscles. His entire body trembled as his husband's bobbing mouth and probing fingers propelled him toward orgasm. "You're so gonna make me come!" Emmett warned. This was music to Nasir's ears. He sucked Emmett's rock hard, profusely leaking bone with abandon. He massaged Emmett's prostate with skilled fingers and with the still soapy fingers of his other hand massaged Emmett's ever tightening sac. Emmett leaned heavily against the wall and struggled to keep at least his knees and legs steady. His husband's expert ministrations were just too much.
"Oh, shit! Nasi!" Emmett's breath caught in his throat in that final instant before the explosion. In this perfect position, Nasir was able to feel Emmett's prominent cum tube expand against his tongue.
"Ungh!" Emmett roared and his entire body convulsed as his weapon went off in his husband's sucking mouth. Thick McCarty cream gushed into Nasir's wanton mouth. He gulped it down as fast as Emmett delivered it and, though at a slower pace, continued to suck his husband through his orgasm.
"Ungh!" Emmett gave voice to the pleasure his husband gave him with the full force of his lungs. He was unable to do so the previous night with Nasir's long, Arab cock down his throat. Though no easy task, Nasir kept up as the pulsing organ in his mouth gave an even greater outpouring of semen it seemed, than he had the pleasure of drinking from Emmett last night. Each time the cannon shot in his mouth, Nasir could feel Emmett's internal contraction on the fingers still buried in his ass. He knew from experience how fantastic that felt when it was his cock that was buried within his husband. It made Nasir throb and leak.
"Hoh!" Emmett felt it as Nasir rubbed and pressed on his prostate. Just as he hoped, Nasir was rewarded with another spurt of his husband's nectar. Nasir slowly suckled on Emmett's still hard and oozing bone as he slowly withdrew his fingers from Emmett's ass.
"Huuuh," Emmett let out a long moan. As if Nasir's fingers had been the only thing holding him up, as he moaned, he sank to the shower floor. Nasir was not yet ready to relinquish the cock that was pulled from his mouth by his husband's dropping body, but was only too ready to welcome his panting lover into his arms.
"You taste so good, my zawji," Nasir smiled as Emmett leaned heavily on him, head draped over one shoulder.
"You really drained me. I can't even stand up right now," Emmett rubbed his husband's back.
"You do not need to stand up," Nasir took hold of Emmett's head and lifted it from his shoulder. Emmett started to speak and Nasir immediately stuck his tongue deep into Emmett's mouth.
"Umm!" Emmett enjoyed the forceful kiss. He welcomed the cummy, invading tongue with his own.
Nasir broke their kiss after a moment and held Emmett's face close to his. "See how good you taste?"
"I love how I taste in your mouth," Emmett smiled. He lifted a hand to caress one of the hands that held his head. "Know what I like even better?"
"How I taste in your mouth?" Nasir gave a grin. He knew the answer perfectly well. "Sit here," Nasir instructed and rose to his feet as Emmett sat on the tile floor with his back against the wall.
"Oh, shit is that hot!" Emmett immediately noticed that Nasir had leaked such that the head of his hard staff was coated and dripping.
"You see what you do to me?" Nasir asked as he took hold of himself.
"I want it!" Emmett opened his mouth wide.
"You made me leak all the way to my balls," Nasir felt his own syrup on his fingers. He stepped closer to Emmett and gave himself a stroke. A thick strand of his ooze poured onto Emmett's waiting tongue. Nasir let the head of his snake rest on Emmett's tongue a moment to allow his husband to savor his precum. Emmett lifted a hand to fondle his husband's stones as he closed his lips around the head of Nasir's penis. Nasir grabbed Emmett's head and held him against the wall as he shoved his cock balls deep down Emmett's throat.
"Allah!" Nasir tossed his head back as he held his husband impaled on his pole. Emmett ran his hand up the back of Nasir's legs and kneaded the firm glutes. The stronger man made no attempt to push his husband back so he could breathe. He was his top's bottom and if his top wanted to fuck his throat, that was fine by Emmett. Nasir ever so slowly pulled himself up out of Emmett's throat until only his head remained in Emmett's mouth.
"Ugh," Nasir felt Emmett's loving tongue enter the sleeve of his foreskin just as he knew Emmett would. "That feels so good, my habibi," he smiled down on Emmett. Nasir put a hand to the side of Emmett's face and looked into his crystal blues as his tongue caressed and cleaned the snake's oozing head within it's cowl in his mouth. "But that is all for now," he moved his hips back to pull himself free of Emmett's lips and stepped into the raining water.
"What?" Emmett was perplexed. He watched Nasir pour shower gel into his hands and begin to wash himself. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I am showering with my husband. We have much to do," Nasir answered.
"So you're just gonna drain my balls and leave me a heap of mush on the shower floor?!" Emmett demanded.
"No. I would never do that. I am going to help you up," Nasir held out his hand, "so you can rinse yourself off."
"I can think of one or two things I'd rather do than rinse off right now," Emmett took his husband's hand and stood up. He stood in Nasir's face in an attempt to use the advantage his height and size gave him.
"Habibi," Nasir was not intimidated. He put his soapy hands on Emmett's big pecs. "I would deny you nothing, but hear my plan for this day. We have multiple places to go. You will prepare for us a wonderful evening meal. We will then receive people we love and go out with them for a while. After that I will bring you home and show you how much you mean to me by making long, slow, deep love to you. How does that sound?"
"Babe," Emmett smiled. "We're gonna call that a plan," he put a hand to the back of Nasir's neck and gave him a forceful kiss on his lips. Emmett then let go and stepped into the water to rinse himself. "My top better take care of me. Don't make me call Duane," he teased.
"Habibi, did I not tell you?" Nasir stepped into the water with Emmett. "I bought Duane a one way ticket to Abu Dhabi. He left last night and will not be back."
"No?" Emmett gave a grin.
"No. People are waiting to show him the desert," Nasir spoke casually. It gave Emmett a chill. It was funny to say that, but if Nasir ever went home, that could well be his reality.
"Hey," Emmett took hold of his husband's arms. "Does it make you sad that you can never go home?"
"Home is where you are," Nasir answered simply.
"I mean, that you can never go back to the place you're from, see your people, your homeland," Emmett clarified.
"All of which have turned their back on me. My culture is such that I would be killed without hesitation for admitting that I am in love with you. And very likely you as well if you were with me. No," Nasir shook his head. "I do not wish to ever go back there. My place is with you. You and Garrett and Sethy."
"And my place is with you," Emmett wrapped his husband in his strong arms and held him tightly. They were both well rinsed and after a moment, Emmett let Nasir go and reached to shut off the water. "We won't tell Edward how much water we just wasted."
"No!" Nasir laughed as he stepped out of the enclosure to retrieve their towels from the warming rack. "Oh, I must call for a car," he handed Emmett his towel and went to his discarded jeans on the bathroom floor to retrieve his cell. He stood dripping wet and touched the icon for a number he called nearly every day.
"Apex Limousine," the dispatcher answered.
"This is Nasir al Qasimi. I need a car at my home now please, with my usual driver if he is available," Nasir ordered.
"Account number, Sir?" the dispatcher asked.
"Four seven, nine seven, three eight, five one," Nasir recited.
"How long will you need the car, Mr. Qasimi?" the dispatcher asked the last usual question.
"For the balance of the afternoon I think," Nasir looked at Emmett and they nodded to each other.
"Car is on the way, Mr. Qasimi. Enjoy your day," the dispatcher bid.
"Thank you," Nasir ended the call and set the phone on the counter.
"Paint first?" Emmett asked as he dried Nasir's back with his towel.
"Paint first," Nasir confirmed.
It took them no more than twenty minutes to get dressed, without hats this time, and emerge again into the bright, sunny day. Chaiyo waited at the curb with a black Town Car. That was, unfortunately, not all they found on the curb outside their building.
"Well, hey there, y'all!" a familiar southern drawl called to them. Emmett and Nasir turned to find their neighbor in Abercrombie & Fitch cargo shorts, sweatshirt and flip flops walking toward them. He had with him a companion so unlikely that it took Emmett and Nasir a moment to realize that they were in fact together. The twig of a kid with Duane was an inch shorter than Duane, in black, ultra skinny jeans, and a black tee shirt with the name of a band on it that was at least two sizes too small, even on his very thin frame. He had bangle bracelets on one wrist, a studded belt and long, dark hair that obscured the better half of his face.
"Great ta see ya, Emmett," Duane offered his hand. "My boy Nasir said you was comin' inta town this weekend."
"Hi, Duane," Emmett made a point to not be overly warm as they shook.
"This here's Lenny. Say hi to Nasir and Emmett, Lenny," Duane prompted.
"Hey," Lenny mumbled without lifting his gaze.
"Sometimes Lenny needs a dick to suck and sometimes he needs a man's dick," Duane anticipated their question. "Ain't that right, Lenny?"
"Yeah," Lenny told the sidewalk.
"And how old is Lenny?" Emmett bent down in an attempt to see more of the young man's face.
"Eighteen goin' on two weeks now," Duane answered. "He lives across the street and he can see right into our shower from his bedroom window. Now he's eighteen, we stopped talkin' about it and now we doin' it."
Emmett was astonished that Duane would so freely and openly admit that he was cheating on his husband, and with a just barely legal neighborhood kid no less. "Where's Rodney?" he couldn't help from asking.
"Rod's upstairs in bed. He likes to sleep in," Duane explained. "So I took Lenny out for some bacon and eggs and we gonna wake Rod up right now, ain't we?" he gave the kid a wink.
"Oh," Emmett got it. Of course they welcomed this kid into their bed together.
"Speakin' of," Duane charged ahead. "We gonna be spent today, but we'd sure to love to catch up with y'all tomorrow. Love to show you what we did with that bed o'yours. Whadda ya say?" he spread his arms and gave them an especially broad smile.
"We're busy tomorrow," Emmett was flat.
"Some other time, then," Duane was not deterred.
"Some other time, Duane," Nasir was only slightly less pleasant than his husband. He took Emmett's arm and turned them toward their waiting car. Chaiyo immediately opened the rear door for them.
"Mr. al Qasimi, Mr. McCarty," Chaiyo greeted with a warm smile.
"Hello," Emmett slid into the car first.
"Sixty sixth and Lexington, please, Chaiyo," Nasir patted the Thai man on his shoulder as he followed his husband into the car. Chaiyo shut them in and dashed to take the wheel.
"Here I didn't think it was possible to like them any less," Emmett commented as he watched Duane and his trick slip into their building.
"I do not understand them," Nasir admitted with a shake of his head as their car pulled away from the curb. "I would share you with no man."
"It's not so much that," Emmett clarified his thoughts as he sat beside his husband and held his hand on the seat between them. "If they're happy in an open relationship, that's fine for them. I couldn't do it, but I'm me and they're them. It's just this morning they are so obviously using this emotionally needy kid from across the street. The kid is so Emo it hurts me."
"I could not see his face," Nasir didn't get the Emo reference.
"Yeah, that's an Emo thing. Did you notice the much too small clothes?" Emmett asked.
"I did notice that and my first thought was that we need Sethy to give the boy a makeover," Nasir shared.
"I'm sure the kid could use all kinds of help from Seth, but I'm also sure he looks exactly the way he wants to," Emmett surmised.
"Perhaps I should not play racquetball with Duane," Nasir considered aloud.
"Oh, Babe, I would never ask you to do that," Emmett squeezed Nasir's hand. "I know we don't have any friends here aside from Jasper. I know you like to play racquetball. You shouldn't have to sit in the penthouse all alone, doing nothing when I'm not here. I would feel terrible if you were so alone. Absolutely keep playing with him. Just try to steer clear of the one who wants your dick."
"He cannot have it," Nasir raised Emmett's hand to his face and kissed it.
Chaiyo sat behind the wheel of the Town Car and heard every word of his passengers' conversation. He was a professional and gave no comment or reaction as he took 78th over to Lexington and down to 66th Street. "Sixty sixth coming up," Chaiyo advised as they drove through the intersection at 67th.
Nasir slid forward to better look out the front window. "There," he pointed. "You see Tesarik? That is where we are going."
"Yes, Sir," Chaiyo deftly changed lanes and pulled smoothly up to the curb.
"I do not think we will be too long," Nasir opened his own door. He slid out and Emmett followed. The red awning above read:
Tesarik
Custom Window Treatments
Benjamin Moore
Emmett shut the car door behind him and took Nasir's hand again. "Let's go," he held the door open for his husband and followed him inside.
Tesarik looked and felt like a Home Depot in microcosm. There seemed to be a little bit of everything, though they stopped short of power tools. All manner of light fixtures and ceiling fans hung from the high ceiling overhead.
"Good morning," a striking man approached them in worn jeans and a simple dark blue tee shirt. He appeared to be in his early twenties with a pleasant smile and a shaggy mop of dark, wavy hair. He stood tall and thin and nearly Nasir's height. Like Nasir, he spoke English clearly and fluently, though with an easily detectable accent.
"Morning," Emmett greeted. "What's your name?"
"I'm Andel," he introduced himself.
"Hi, Andel. Emmett," he offered his hand. "And this is my husband Nasir."
"Hello," Andel shook both their hands. "What can I help you find? Window treatments and fabrics are upstairs. Paint and paint supplies are downstairs."
"We need a room painted," Emmett stated. "Show us the paint."
"Right this way," Andel led them through the store.
"Oh, Nasi, plantation shutters," Emmett noticed the display.
"We can custom design them to your windows," Andel attempted to sell them. "We'll come and take the measurements ourselves. As you can see there is a wide range of colors of wood stain or they can be painted in any color you like."
"That's something to think about," Emmett nodded. "Let's start with the paint."
"Right this way," Andel led on. Staircases in the rear corner led to the upper floor and lower.
"We have everything you could possibly need," Andel led down. "Rollers, pans, all sizes of brushes, tape, drop cloths, masks, hats, even ladders if you need one or two. Or, of course, we can do the painting for you."
"That is what we would like," Nasir spoke up. He knew he would be much better at writing a check than attempting to paint anything.
"Here we are," Andel led them to a wall of color sample cards near the paint mixing machine.
"Exactly what we need. Thank you," Emmett started to pick cards with multiple color hues to consider.
"How soon can you come and paint?" Nasir asked. Emmett would pick the color. His job was logistics.
"I'll get my brother. He's the paint guy," Andel turned and headed back the way they came.
"Thank you," Nasir called after him.
"What do you think of these, Nasi?" Emmett had several ready. "And what do you think about the plantation shutters? I think that would be really nice."
"Then I think that too," Nasir smiled.
"Don't just agree with me 'cause I want it," Emmett protested. "I want you to like it too."
"Il habibi," Nasir put his hand on Emmett's shoulder, "anything you do can only be a vast improvement over what we have now."
"Okay, well, I think this is a nice warm color," Emmett held up one of the cards with his thumb on the shade he was talking about.
"It is," Nasir agreed.
"Our bedroom is going to seem twice the size with a light color on the wall," Emmett commented.
"Hi, guys. Can I help you?" Andel returned and stood expectantly by their side. Emmett and Nasir just stared at him a moment. He knew perfectly well what they wanted. And then Emmett noticed that he was wearing a red tee shirt.
"Did you change your shirt?" Emmett pointed.
"Oh, no. You were talking to my brother, Andel. I'm Andrej," he introduced himself.
"Ah," Nasir nodded.
"Wow. You two are totally identical," Emmett commented.
"There are three of us," Andrej admitted.
"Identical triplets?" Emmett was amazed. Such things existed in the world, but he never expected to meet any.
"Even our parents can't tell us apart," Andrej added with a grin.
"Maybe you guys should wear name tags," Emmett suggested.
"Our father got us name tags. He owns the store, but we won't wear them. We like to see if he can remember what we're wearing," Andrej explained. "Did you guys need some painting done?"
"Yes, we do," Nasir confirmed.
"We're not exactly sure which color we want. We have more shopping to do and what we get may influence our choice. Can we call you with the name of the one we want?" Emmett asked.
"Absolutely. We would just need to know the day before," Andrej confirmed.
"And what if we decide on plantation shutters?" Nasir asked.
"Andel handles the shutters. I'll make sure he comes with me to measure your windows," Andrej had an easy solution.
"Okay, perfect," Emmett was happy. "I would like the shutters. Let's be sure to get some cards for the stains too."
"If you guys have your paint choices narrowed down to two or three, I can mix some samples for you," Andrej offered. "You can put them on your wall and live with them for a few days, see what you think."
"That would be great, Andrej!" Emmett was thrilled. "These ones right here," he made a small tear in the cards for the hue he had in mind.
"Okay," Andrej took the cards. "I will have these ready in just a few minutes."
"Great. We're gonna run back up and look at the shutters," Emmett decided. He took his husband's hand and they made their way back up to the main floor. They went to the plantation shutter display and Nasir familiarized himself with how they worked, while Emmett examined the stain color cards.
"You guys like the shutters?" Andel approached them.
"Okay, which one are you?" Emmett teased. "Your brother took us a little by surprise."
"Oh, you noticed that?" Andel smiled.
"There is a bit of a resemblance," Nasir nodded.
"Yeah, just a little," Andel laughed.
"We need shutters too," Emmett stated. "Hey, what about doing them in Seth and Garrett's room too? We could do them in white in there and maybe a nice dark tobacco in our room. What do you think?"
"Andel," Nasir turned to the younger man, "make that happen, please."
"Yes, Sir. I just need to make an appointment for me to come by and take your measurements, so I can get you the estimate. I'll just need your address," Andel pulled a notepad and pen from his backpocket.
"Eight seventy five Park Avenue, penthouse," Nasir recited.
"When would be a good time for me to come by?" Andel asked.
"When we paint the rooms," Andrej answered his brother's question as he appeared with three small cans of paint in a plastic bag.
"Oh, we are painting?" Andel hadn't known that was already confirmed.
"I put three little foam brushes and mini stir sticks in here for you too," Andrej handed the bag to Emmett.
"This is great, thanks," Emmett looked in the bag.
"We had a job that cancelled for Monday, if that's not too soon for you," Andrej offered.
"Wow, that would be perfect!" Emmett enthused.
"The sooner the better," Nasir agreed. "I will be at work, but I will leave instructions with the lady who manages our building."
"Let's write it up," Andrej gestured to the register counter. He led the way and he and his brother walked behind it, while Emmett and Nasir remained in front.
"Fill in your name, address and phone number right here," Andrej placed the form and a pen in front of Nasir. "And our number is right there. I'll need to know what paint you chose by tomorrow."
"We'll have that to you by tomorrow morning, for sure," Emmett promised.
"What rooms are we painting?" Andrej asked.
"Just our bedroom," Emmett answered.
"Can you give me an idea of the size of the room?" Andrej questioned further.
"It is twenty five by twenty," Nasir answered. "Does that help?"
"That's what I need to know," Andrej wrote it down. "Here is your cost for labor and materials. Just sign right here. Cash or charge?"
In answer, Nasir produced his wallet and handed over his black metal credit card.
"Yes, Sir," Andel took the card and swiped it.
"Make sure the room is empty," Andrej instructed.
"Oh, yeah. We're gonna have to cart everything outta there," Emmett nodded.
"We will get Edward and Jasper to help us," Nasir proposed.
"Oh, sure. Come see the house, now help us move the furniture," Emmett imagined. "No. We'll do it tomorrow."
"And sign the charge slip, Mr. Qasimi," Andel placed it in front of Nasir.
"We will see you on Monday," Andrej offered his hand.
"You might see him. I'm flying out," Emmett stated as he shook the attractive Czech's hand. All four men shook and then Nasir and Emmett headed out of the store. Out on the street, Chaiyo waited by the car and opened the rear door as his charges emerged.
"Thank you," Emmett handed over the bag to their driver as he slipped into the car.
"Seventy ninth and Broadway, Chaiyo," Nasir patted the short Thai man on the shoulder and joined his husband in the back of the Town Car.
"Yes, Sir. Alright if we go through the park?" Chaiyo asked.
"Please do," Nasir confirmed.
"You got it," Chaiyo shut them in, deposited the bag in the trunk, and took the wheel. The one way streets forced him to loop down to 65th, over to 3rd Avenue, and back up to 66th so they could head back west. When they reached 5th Avenue, Chaiyo kept going directly into Central Park. 66th Street just happened to be one of the few Transverse Roads that made a scenic, curving path through the park. They passed the Central Park Zoo, the vintage, enormous and famous Central Park Carousel, Ballplayer's House restaurant and the adjacent Heckscher fields.
"Oh my God, Nasi!" Emmett squeezed his husband's hand as they passed a horse drawn carriage. "We have to do that!"
"Then we shall," Nasir promised. "But we will not tell Sethy."
"I know, right? He still talks about the sleigh ride Garrett took him on last Christmas," Emmett smiled. "He would love this."
Chaiyo drove them past the vast, pastoral Sheep Meadow and the beautiful, historic building where the famous Tavern on the Green restaurant used to be, before emerging into the Upper West Side. They continued past Columbus Avenue and smoothly turned right onto Broadway, mere inches from Lincoln Center, though neither of them knew it.
"Jasper does not live far from here," Nasir pointed.
"Oh, yeah?" Emmett took note of that fact to report back to the Inquisitor General. "I wonder what he and Eddie are up to right now."
"I hope they are not out running around the city," Nasir commented.
"I'm sure Edward would like to see Jasper's environment," Emmett knew his old friend well.
"I feel for them," Nasir revealed. "They get even less time together than we do," he squeezed Emmett's hand. "If we had so little time, so infrequently, I would be very sad, and I would want to spend every minute we had together just looking into your eyes."
"I feel exactly the same way, Nasi," Emmett admitted. "I can only stand it because I know it isn't forever," he lifted Nasir's hand to his face and kissed it tenderly. Emmett looked into his husband's soft brown eyes and hoped he hadn't said too much. He made a point of not ever admitting to Nasir how much their living on opposite coasts truly bothered him. Emmett did not want to put any additional pressure on the man he loved. "Ana b'hebbak," he added softly.
"Ana b'hebbak, il zawji," Nasir responded in kind. He shifted closer to Emmett and leaned against him.
"Yeah," Emmett took his husband under his arm. "Oh, see now," he unbuttoned the next three buttons on Nasir's shirt. "This is why I like it when you wear button shirts," Emmett stuck his hand inside Nasir's open shirt. He gently rubbed his fingers over Nasir's left nipple as he caressed his husband's lightly furry chest.
"This is why I like it," Nasir rubbed the arm that held him.
Broadway, from Columbia Circle up, was like Park Avenue in that it was a green, tree lined boulevard. The lights were for the most part with them and they sailed easily up to 79th.
"Seventy ninth and Broadway," Chaiyo announced as he slowed down.
"There it is," Nasir leaned forward. "Across the street. We are going to that furniture store."
"It'll just take a moment to swing around," Chaiyo steered them into the intersection crossways and waited for the oncoming traffic to clear. Nasir settled back against his husband to wait.
"This is so nice," Nasir commented as Emmett's hand slipped back inside his shirt.
"It really is," Emmett could see the bulge in the jeans that fit his husband so well. It showed signs that the snake within wanted to stir. Emmett ran his other hand over Nasir's thigh and curled his fingers around Nasir's bulge.
Nasir gasped. "Emmett, we have to get out of the car now!" he hissed as his cobra began to wake under his husband's attention.
"I know," Emmett delighted to the feel of his husband's growing bulge beneath his rubbing, stroking fingers. It made his own jeans grow tighter. Emmett put his lips to his husband's ear. "I want to suck you off so bad right now," he gave the trapped bone a squeeze for emphasis. "Have him go trade this car for a limo while we shop in here. My throat needs your cock. I need your cum."
Nasir swallowed hard. Emmett's attentive hands and skilled fingers combined with his dirty whispers into his ear had him throbbing in his pants. Emmett had the power to turn him from a strong, confident man into a needful, quivering mass just this fast. Nasir could feel that he was already leaking in his jeans.
"Habibi," Nasir took hold of Emmett's wrist and moved the hand away from his crotch. He had to regain control of himself and the situation. Thankfully, they had not cleared the intersection yet. Nasir turned in the seat and took hold of the side of Emmett's head to hold him against his face.
"Tonight I am going to fuck you so long and so slow and so deep," Nasir whispered directly into Emmett's ear, "that you will beg me for my cum. And then I will plant my seed deep inside you, take it out, and make you suck it."
Emmett's eyes widened. His husband's sexy words went straight to his cock. Emmett moved a hand to his own prominent bulge. Though Nasir had sucked him off most skillfully in their shower before their shopping excursion began, Nasir made him almost painfully hard in his jeans from just words.
"Damn," Emmett commented as he rubbed himself and their car came to a stop at the curb. "You are one fucking, sexy, hot top. Anybody ever tell you that?" he asked with a smirk.
"Many have said it," Nasir boasted.
"Hey, wait a minute," Emmett protested.
Chaiyo noted that his passengers did not open their own door this time and suspected he knew why. He got out from behind the wheel to open their door for them, as was his duty, but deliberately took his time as he walked around the front of the car. He opened the rear door and even then Nasir paused briefly before he got out. Emmett followed and both men stood close together as they attempted to adjust themselves in their pants.
"Hey, if you guys need more time before I get your door, please just say so," Chaiyo was easy and understanding.
"This is all my fault," Emmett owned up. "I got carried away. Sorry about that."
"No need to be sorry. I know how it is. You guys think this is embarrassing? I took my girl out on a date last weekend and when I dropped her off at home, we started kissing, and I got totally boned up. Then her father came out the front door. I had to get out of the car and walk her up to her father like that. Now that was embarrassing," Chaiyo shared.
"Yeah, I guess that would be," Emmett laughed, relieved that their driver was so cool.
"I can relate to that," Nasir recalled a vivid memory. "The same thing almost happened to me when we went home last Christmas."
"It did?" Emmett furrowed his brow as he tried to think back.
"I was looking at your brother's butt when he was trying to get under the Christmas tree that morning," Nasir revealed. "I had to think of something else very quickly."
"Yeah, Carson woulda loved that!" Emmett laughed. "Thanks for being such a good sport, Chaiyo," he clapped the Thai on his shoulder.
"Hey, we're all guys," Chaiyo shrugged.
"We should not be too long," Nasir advised as he and Emmett turned away. Time and conversation had allowed them to deflate enough that they were not too obscene as they walked into the store.
"Hello, welcome to Cutter and Longfield," the young lady at reception greeted them.
"Hi. Show us beds, please," Emmett requested.
"Are you working with anyone?" she enquired.
"No," Nasir answered.
"Okay, bedrooms are on the second floor. You can head on up," she pointed to the stairs, "and I'll have a sales associate join you, or you can wait here for one to escort you."
"We'll head up. Have someone find us," Emmett was ready to browse.
"Enjoy," she smiled as she picked up the phone.
The opposite of Tesarik, this store occupied the whole of the single building that spanned half the block and had a grand, curving staircase right in the center of the store that led up to multiple floors of furniture. They went up one flight and waded into the vignettes of bedrooms.
"Let us find what you picked out in the magazines," Nasir enthused.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen. Can we help you with something?" an officious Tim Gunn looking wannabe approached them. Nasir had dealt with snooty types like this before and knew exactly how to handle him. He pulled out his wallet and extracted his Centurion Card.
"We need several pieces of furniture today," Nasir handed over his card. "Do not be far."
"Absolutely. I'm Oliver and I'm here to help you with anything that you need, okay?" Tim Gunn wannabe's attitude changed completely. "I'll be very nearby."
"Thank you," Nasir gave him a nod and turned back to Emmett.
"Check this one out over here, Nasi," Emmett pointed and led the way. "I think this is the exact one."
"This bedroom has featured prominently in several New York interior design magazines recently," Oliver stated. The dressers and nightstands were oversized and topped with dark marble. The carved wood headboard was enormous and covered in tufted black leather.
"Now you see it in person, it's not too fit for an Emir?" Emmett asked.
"It is grand, but it is masculine," Nasir assessed. "I like it if you do."
"You boys are certainly tall. We'll go with a California king?" Oliver asked.
"Oh, yeah," Emmett was given pause by the footboard. "This bed's almost like a sleigh. We need a California king for sure, but even then... I'm six, five."
"We can do a custom footboard for you," Oliver offered. "Much like this, but not even half the height so it would be a good bit lower than the mattress. Your duvet would cover it then. How would that work?"
"That would be perfect," Emmett was relieved. "And then, what about lamps? Do you like these lamps, Nasi?" he pointed.
"Yes, they are fine. If you like them, I like them," Nasir was agreeable.
"There's a very nice floor standing lamp that matches those," Oliver informed. "Might we want a seating or reading area? How big is the bedroom?"
"Twenty by twenty five," Emmett answered.
"May I show you a nice wing chair, or perhaps a chaise?" Oliver offered.
"Let's take a look," Emmett nodded.
"With a low footboard, have you thought about a bench at the end of the bed?" Oliver continued to sell. "We have many complimentary styles and sizes to match the beds, and we can upholster them in any fabric you like."
"Show us those as well," Nasir spread his hands.
"Okay, are we done over here then?" Oliver started to write down the numbers of the set. "California king with custom footboard. Two night stands. One dresser, right? And then do we want the chest of drawers or the gentleman's chest? Or perhaps his and his gentleman's chests?" he amended with a broad smile.
"Oh, I like that," Nasir was sold. He was beginning to warm up to the older gay man. "That is what I want. His and his chests."
"Lovely," Oliver jotted it down on the order. "Now, I think the lamp is over here," he led the way. Emmett took his husband's hand as they followed their salesman.
After their lamp, they descended to the main floor to find a chair and a bench, where they selected matching, tufted upholstery for both. Then it was down to the basement level for mattresses. Oliver had them lay on several different options before they found the one that fit them best. A mattress selected, they took the elevator to the fifth floor to look at office furniture. Matching desks and tufted oxblood leather chairs later, they were done. Oliver was only too happy to write all that up and process Nasir's card.
"Find what you need, Sirs?" Chaiyo opened the car door for them as they emerged from the store.
"Did we ever! A very productive trip, I would say, Chaiyo," Emmett answered. He paused before getting into the car. "Now we need bedding."
"Macy's," Nasir patted their driver on the shoulder. He followed Emmett into the back of the car and Chaiyo shut them in.
"Are you getting hungry? You wanna grab something for lunch?" Emmett asked.
"We still have several stops to make," Nasir observed.
"Right. Let's grab something on the fly. Hey, Chaiyo, is there a good place to grab a gyro or some sushi or something on the way?" Emmett asked their driver as he slipped behind the wheel.
"This is New York. You can get good everything," Chaiyo answered with a shrug. "You guys want something quick?" he asked as they pulled into traffic.
"Yeah," Emmett answered.
"I know just the place," Chaiyo turned left on 76th and headed toward the park. They crossed Amsterdam and Columbus Avenues and turned left again on Central Park West. Emmett had never seen this side of the park and in truth, it looked no different than their side.
"Wow, what's this building?" Emmett asked as another massive and impressive museum came into view.
"The Natural History Museum," Chaiyo answered. He pulled to the park side curb roughly across from the museum main entrance. Emmett and Nasir were momentarily confused. They didn't see a restaurant.
Until Emmett noticed the name on the back of the truck parked in front of them. "Oh, Gyro Cart! It's a food truck!"
"A food truck?" Nasir had seen little carts on street corners. Manhattan was full of them, but he had never eaten at one. This one was an actual truck with a full kitchen and counter on the side, complete with awning and two tables with umbrellas.
As they had paused again, though this time for a completely different reason, Chaiyo got out and opened the rear passenger door for them.
"C'mon, Nasi," Emmett urged his husband. "What do you want, Chaiyo?"
"I can't let you do that, Mr. McCarty," Chaiyo refused.
"You can tell me what you'd like, or I can guess. It's up to you," Emmett let his German show.
"A Greek salad then, please," Chaiyo answered.
"A salad? The gyros aren't good?" Emmett pressed.
"I'm told they're very good. I don't eat meat," Chaiyo admitted.
"Oh," Emmett would never understand that. "Well, I'm a meat eater."
"Yes, Sir. I drive for him almost every day," Chaiyo gave a nod and tried very hard to suppress his grin.
"Oh, okay," Emmett laughed. "Chaiyo got jokes. I'm not gonna try to be quiet when we fool around in the car anymore."
"Uh, oh," Chaiyo pretended to be afraid.
"Let's grab some food, Nasi," Emmett turned away and shook his head.
"I like him. He might be even more fun than Bobby," Nasir observed as they headed for the truck. They obtained their sandwiches and got back in the car to eat them. Chaiyo drove up to 81st Street to take the second Transverse Road through the park. They passed the Conservancy Central Maintenance Yard, the Shakespeare Garden and marionette theater, Belvedere Castle, the turtle pond and the Ramble, before emerging into the more familiar territory of the Upper East Side. Chaiyo turned right on 5th Avenue and headed downtown while Emmett and Nasir munched away.
They ran out of park at 59th Street and entered the deep valley created by the tall buildings of midtown. Emmett and Nasir were both finished by the time Chaiyo turned right on 34th.
"That was really good," Emmett wiped his hands. "A little messy," he added.
"It was good," Nasir agreed. "I like Greek food. In a way it is similar to the food I grew up eating, but not quite."
"Lamb and pita and such," Emmett got it.
"Exactly," Nasir wiped his face.
Broadway, 6th Avenue and 34th Street all intersected at Herald Square in front of Macy's. Chaiyo drove across 6th and pulled out of traffic in the second part of the intersection. Broadway was a pedestrian only promenade between 34th and 35th, in front of the historic main entrance to Macy's.
"Here we are, Sirs. And I'll be right up there," Chaiyo pointed further up the street.
"We shouldn't be too long," Emmett stated as Nasir opened his door and got out. "Eat your salad."
"I will, Sir, thank you," Chaiyo gave a wave as Emmett followed his husband out of the car. Emmett took Nasir's hand as they headed for the main entrance and their driver pulled away behind them.