AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Happy Olympics still. Okay, it breaks my heart that Russia is taking so few medals. Breaks it. And can I say how thrilled I am that the little Japanese princess took the gold medal in the men's figure skating whatever. He danced and pranced and jumped and pirouetted across that ice like gravity had no affect on him. He was flawless and deserved his medal. And just as important, the Russian didn't get it.
Here continues and concludes that fateful day with the others in Edward's life.
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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 character names from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. The similarities end there.
Chapter 44: Better Feelings
Emmett reclined in the big pillows of their new bed and held Nasir in his arms as his husband leaned back against him. They had the big flatscreen on in the bedroom tuned again to CNN, to watch and wait for further news from the Park. Nasir had hung up his suit jacket, but otherwise they were both still dressed. Their concern for Jasper and what fate might have befallen Edward had dampened their libidos. As they watched and listened Nasir's dress shirt slowly came open more and more, stoking those embers.
Emmett couldn't help it. It had been weeks. How could he not caress the man he loved? And run his fingers through the fur on Nasir's chest. Nasir relaxed and rubbed Emmett's legs as Emmett's fingers moved over his chest and teased his nipples.
"This is so nice," Nasir gave a contented sigh.
"I know. It is," Emmett kissed his husband's temple softly. He pulled Nasir's shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned the last button. "There, that's better," Emmett opened Nasir's shirt completely and even pulled it back off his shoulders. He ran his hands down to Nasir's abdomen and back up.
"It would be better if I could do this to you," Nasir expressed.
"You just lay here and let me cherish you," Emmett directed.
"Mmm," Nasir smiled at a pleasant memory as Emmett's hands moved slowly over his pecs. "Do you remember when we landed in London the first time?"
"When we went with Seth and Garrett? Yeah," Emmett admitted.
"Do you remember the private little day room we had in the Concorde Room?" Nasir asked further.
"Oh, I think I see where you're going with this," Emmett smiled.
"Do you remember laying on me, much as I am laying on you now, while I slowly stroked your big, beautiful cock?" Nasir asked.
"I remember you sucked me damn near off in the middle of the cabin on the plane," Emmett recalled. "I remember my balls being damn fucking blue and needing to come really bad, but you wouldn't let me. That's what I remember."
"I would like to do that again," Nasir smiled.
"I haven't seen you in weeks. If you think I'm gonna let you just stroke and tease my dick when it's just the two of us here alone, you are mistaken," Emmett pledged. "I'll hold you down and fuck your throat with it," he threatened.
"I am the top and you will do as I say!" Nasir poked Emmett in his calf. "And I want you to hold me down and fuck my throat."
"Oh, that sounds good, huh?" Emmett grinned as his hardness flexed against his husband's back.
"It feels good too," Nasir added. "And it would be no more than I deserve, being away from you for so long."
"That sounds like a fit punishment, does it?" Emmett smiled.
"And then I will fuck you, as deeply and slowly as I am able," Nasir promised.
"Oh, that's a deal," Emmett wrapped his arms around Nasir to hold him tightly.
Nasir leaned his head back against Emmett's big shoulder and rubbed the arms that held him. "Really, it is so nice just to be able to touch you."
"I know," Emmett whispered into Nasir's ear as he ran his hands over Nasir's furry chest and abdomen again. With his long reach, his fingers encountered the waistband of Nasir's jeans. "Oh, I think these need to come off."
"But, Habibi, then I will be naked," Nasir protested.
"My very thought," Emmett nuzzled into Nasir's ear. Nasir hesitated no longer. He unbuttoned and unzipped himself, and lifted his hips to slide his jeans down off his butt. His hardness, finally freed of it's imprisonment down his pantleg, flopped up onto his abdomen. Nasir used his feet to push his jeans down his legs and finally kicked them off the bed. He took hold of himself. "Allah, I am already leaking," Nasir observed.
"Hmm!" Emmett reached for his husband's hard cock.
"No," Nasir grabbed Emmett's wrist to prevent Emmett grabbing him.
"Whaddya mean, no?" Emmett was shocked that Nasir wouldn't let him touch him.
"Not until my zawji is naked with me," Nasir set his condition.
"I have to be naked before I can touch what's mine?" Emmett demanded.
"Na'am," Nasir confirmed in Arabic.
"La!" Emmett said no in the same.
"Na'am," Nasir repeated.
"Look out then," Emmett pushed Nasir's shoulders to get him to sit up. Emmett did so as well and whipped his tank top off with one hand. Nasir moved out from between Emmett's legs while Emmett laid back. He lifted his hips and slid his shorts down and off his legs.
"Better?" Emmett stretched out his legs wide and threw his shorts off the bed.
"Oh, so much better," Nasir leaned down and slowly lowered his head to where Emmett's long, thick meat lay on his abdomen. Emmett watched him and felt the sweet, thrilling and much needed lick Nasir gave his frenulum. Emmett's entire body shivered from that one, well placed lick. Emmett could let Nasir go down on him. He needed Nasir to go down on him, but he knew it would be over too quickly. Emmett wanted to stretch this out.
"Alright, I'm naked," Emmett put his hands on Nasir's shoulders. "Get back in position. Lay back against me."
"But, Habibi, how will I take your big, beautiful cock down my throat if I am laying on it?" Nasir protested.
"Oh, you'll take it down your throat. Just not right now. Lay down on me," Emmett commanded. But his top disobeyed. Nasir wrapped his hand around Emmett's big dick and gave a long, slow stroke. He watched the clear precum well in Emmett's slit and lowered his head again. Nasir closed his lips around the tip of Emmett's penis as he drew his tongue slowly through Emmett's wet slit.
"Ugh," Emmett closed his eyes as Nasir did this. Nasir ever so slowly drew his lips off of Emmett's cock and savored the taste of his husband's nectar. Emmett opened his eyes and knew there was only one way to take control of this situation. He grabbed hold of Nasir by his sides and physically turned him, and pulled him down.
"Oh!" Nasir was not expecting to be manhandled. "How about if I lay on you, Habibi?" he ran his hands over the arms that encircled him.
"Great idea, Babe," Emmett grinned. "And I assume you have no more objection to me touching you wherever I want."
"None at all," Nasir confirmed. "While I have not yet done what I want with it, my lips have touched your big, beautiful cock. You must do as you wish."
"Oh, thank you, Sir. I believe I will," Emmett ran his hands down Nasir's chest and abdomen until Nasir's long, hardness laid on his fingers. "Umm, you are leaking," he licked his lips. "You must be as horny as I am," Emmett rubbed his thumb over the tip of Nasir's penis, smearing Nasir's syrup over his head.
"I came with you over the phone, but only that one time," Nasir omitted any further, unimportant details. "I am very horny."
Emmett joined his forefinger in smearing his husband's seepage over the head of his very hard cock, coating the tips of both fingers. He then raised his hand and stuck his forefinger into Nasir's mouth.
"Mmph," Nasir obediently sucked Emmett's finger clean. "That is for you," he pointed out when Emmett pulled the finger out of his mouth.
"I have some for me," Emmett assured as he sucked his thumb clean.
"I would rather suck your cock than your finger," Nasir stated. "You taste better anyway."
"I think you do," Emmett reached down again. He wrapped his hand gently around Nasir's bone and gave him a slow stroke. Emmett then ran his fingers lower. He wanted to cup and fondle his husband's balls. And found something he did not expect.
"You're picky!" Emmett was surprised.
"I did not think to pack anything to shave myself," Nasir explained.
"Oh my God," realization dawned on Emmett. "I can't remember the last time we shaved each other. It must have been before we got married!"
"I am sorry, Habibi," Nasir knew exactly where Emmett's mind went. Married men shaved each other. Men who dated each other, shaved themselves.
"I'm actually thrilled, because now," Emmett wrapped his arm around Nasir's head and turned their faces toward each other to give him a loving kiss on his lips, "I get to shave you myself. Sit up."
Nasir did as he was bid and Emmett crawled off the bed to head for the bathroom. He returned shortly with a bath towel, a cup of warm water, a disposable razor and a wet washcloth.
"Come sit down here, Nasi. Lean back on the bed," Emmett choreographed as he folded the bath towel in half and draped it over the bench. Nasir rose from the bed, walked around to the end and ran his hand over Emmett's right hip and butt cheek as he sat down.
"Lean back now," Emmett directed as he knelt. The bench sat lower than the mattress and Nasir bent his back over it. He supported himself on his elbows and spread his legs wide, presenting himself to Emmett.
"This bench was a good idea. Whose idea was this?" Nasir smiled as Emmett's hands ran appreciatively up his thighs.
"I don't know, but fuck is this hot," Emmett gazed upon his husband's naked body. "You are sexy as hell," he ran his hands into Nasir's crotch and let his thumbs brush the heavy stones in their loose sac, and the quiveringly erect Arab pole. Emmett cupped his husband's loose balls in his palm and leaned in to give each one a gentle, reverent kiss. He placed his fingers to the back of Nasir's hardness to hold it up while he gave wet kisses up the length of Nasir's cum tube. Emmett closed his lips around the head of Nasir's dick and did just as his husband did to him as he ran his tongue through Nasir's wet slit.
"Umm," Nasir put a hand to the side of Emmett's face as his husband's skilled lips ministered to the tip of his penis. Emmett switched gears as he took hold of his husband's nuts in a firm grip and went down on him.
"Ugh!" Nasir let his head fall back as his every inch sank down Emmett's throat. Emmett pressed his nose into Nasir's trimmed pubes, gave a couple of quick siphoning sucks on his husband's whole cock, and then slowly pulled up all nine Arab inches, caressing Nasir's protruding cum tube with his tongue as he went.
"Wow," Nasir looked down on his husband. "I needed that, Habibi. Do it again," he reached a hand to the back of Emmett's head to urge him on.
"I have some hairy nuts to shave," Emmett protested with a grin.
"They will still be hairy," Nasir took hold of himself with his free hand and pointed his bone at Emmett's mouth. Emmett allowed himself to be pulled back onto his husband's post. As soon as Nasir's meat entered Emmett's mouth, he grabbed the back of Emmett's head with both hands. Emmett's own cock throbbed between his legs as Nasir fed him his pole.
"Ya, Allah!" Nasir threw his head back again as he held Emmett firmly in place, fully impaled on his cock. Emmett in no way resisted as his lips were held pressed into Nasir's pubes and the long bone throbbed and leaked in his throat. He couldn't breathe, but was perfectly willing to stay this way as long as his husband wanted.
"Ugh," Nasir had a hard time holding himself still on the bench and when Emmett swallowed around him, thought he would lose his mind. He forced himself to relax as best he could with his hardness lodged in his husband's throat, and finally let go of Emmett's head. Emmett again slowly pulled up and off, caressing his husband's sensitive cum tube with his tongue as he went.
"Oh, Habibi," Nasir put a hand to the side of Emmett's face. "That feels so very good. If you suck me now, I will come for you."
"Oh, yeah?" Emmett gave his dimples.
"Na'am. Mos zibbi," Nasir told Emmett to suck his dick in Arabic.
"I will. Take it easy," Emmett understood him perfectly. "I have some shaving to do. Now, lay back and just relax," he sat back on his feet. Emmett dipped the disposable, self lubricating razor in the cup of warm water and took hold of Nasir's hard dick, deliberately placing his thumb on Nasir's cum tube. He slowly and gently swiped the razor at the base of his husband's pole. Each time Emmett moved Nasir's cock, it was like a slight stroke because of the way he held it.
"Mmm," Nasir closed his eyes and luxuriated in the gentle, warm touch of the razor and especially the way Emmett's fingers held his hardness.
"Feel good?" Emmett smiled.
"It does, Habibi," Nasir confirmed as he rubbed his thighs. "I forgot how good it feels when you do this. Will you hold me in your mouth like you used to?"
"Oh, are you leaking?" Emmett asked what he could plainly see. "We can't have you leaking while I shave you," he swished the razor in the water to clear it and lifted himself up on his knees. Emmett lowered his head and took the head of his husband's penis in his mouth. He washed his tongue through Nasir's wet slit and savored the taste of his husband's ooze. Emmett wanted more and would have given Nasir a stroke, but he didn't want to provide quite that much stimulation. He had more shaving to do and wanted this to last. Emmett massaged Nasir's cum tube with his thumb while he slowly and gently applied his tongue to Nasir's frenulum.
"Ugh, my habibi," Nasir let his head fall back. "That feels so good."
Emmett was sure it had been since their phone sex for both of them and perhaps this felt too good. He needed his hand anyway. Emmett held Nasir's head in his mouth and continued his ministrations with his tongue, but moved his hand to cup Nasir's balls. He could see down just well enough to see what he was doing and set about slowly and carefully shaving Nasir's scrotum.
"Hmm," Nasir watched Emmett for a moment with growing frustration. It felt good with the head of his cock in Emmett's mouth and the tongue on his frenulum felt even better, but he wanted more. The hand and gentle razor on his nuts felt good too, but was a mild distraction from what Nasir really wanted. He put a hand to the back of Emmett's head. "Go down on me," Nasir urged.
Emmett said nothing as he continued to hold Nasir's head in his mouth and gently move his tongue. He simply reached up to take hold of Nasir's wrist and move his hand away.
"Oh, let me jack myself off in your mouth!" Nasir thought he had a great idea as an alternative. He took hold of his straining rod and gave himself a stroke that felt very good. This caused Emmett to release Nasir from his mouth.
"Hey, take it easy," Emmett chastised. "You can't stroke yourself while I'm doing this. It makes your nuts move. I'll cut you. I can't take that chance."
"Take me in your mouth," Nasir had his own agenda. He started masturbating slowly. "I want to give you my cum."
"Oh, I want your cum," Emmett assured. "And I'll take it from you when I'm ready," he grabbed Nasir's wrist again and made him let go of himself. "I told you to lay back and relax."
"I cannot relax. Please, my Emmett, I want to come for you so badly," Nasir begged. He was still very much aware of the fact that the last person to taste his cum, through no fault of his own, was not Emmett. This continued to bother him immensely and the sooner that was no longer the case, the better.
Emmett wrapped his hand firmly around Nasir's hardness and went down on him at the same time. He immediately began to suck and moved his hand with his mouth.
"Hoh!" Nasir's entire body stiffened at this onslaught. He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as Emmett suck-pulled him toward a rapidly building orgasm. It would only take a few moments.
Just as quickly as Emmett began, he stopped. He pulled his mouth off Nasir's cock and let go of the throbbing organ.
"Habibi, do not stop!" Nasir pleaded.
"I told you, I'll make you come, just not yet," Emmett leaned down and gave a soft, wet kiss on Nasir's hip bone.
"I need to come," Nasir stated the obvious. Emmett stood up between Nasir's legs and leaned down on the bed. He made sure to lay his own hard, leaking bone beside Nasir's as he laid his body over his husband's.
Emmett smiled as he brought his face down to Nasir's. "I will," he gave Nasir a gentle and loving kiss on his lips, "make you come," another soft kiss, "and drink every drop," Emmett pledged and gave one more gentle kiss that he hoped would calm his Arabian stallion. Nasir closed his eyes and relished the feel of Emmett's hard cock beside his own, and the sweet kisses his husband gave him. But he was not calmed.
Nasir grabbed Emmett's head firmly in both hands as he shoved his tongue into Emmett's mouth. Emmett immediately knew this had been a mistake as the tables were turned. Nasir's aggressive kiss always turned his knees to rubber and dissolved his will. He whimpered into Nasir's mouth as Nasir plundered his. Both trapped bones flexed and oozed between them as Nasir's tongue plunged as far into Emmett's mouth as he could reach.
Nasir broke their kiss at last and looked up into his panting husband's glassy eyes. "Do you feel my need?"
"Yes," Emmett nodded. "Yes, Nasi," he moved back off of Nasir to sit on the floor between his legs. He gathered his wits as he caught his breath. One more kiss like that and Nasir could do anything he wanted. Emmett had to retake control.
"Sixty nine with me!" Nasir had another excellent idea. He wiped Emmett's ooze off of his own abdomen and stuck his finger in his mouth.
"Okay," Emmett shook his head to clear it further. "You, relax. Lay still. Don't touch your dick! And no more kissing me like that either. I can hardly think."
"I love you, my zawji. Kiss me," Nasir smiled and reached out to Emmett.
"I love you too, you wiley, foxy, sexy Arab," Emmett gave his dimples. "Now, I am going to finish shaving you," he moved back into position and plucked the razor from the cup of now lukewarm water. He needed to pay close attention to this part as he shaved both sides of Nasir's scrotum. Nasir tried very hard to behave. He knew that when Emmett was done, he would lick his smooth sac and well knew how good that would feel. He also watched his own precum ooze until it dripped on him.
"I am still leaking," Nasir advised as he held himself up.
"Oh, are you? We can't have that," Emmett rose up on his knees and took the head of Nasir's snake in his mouth again. He slowly drew his tongue through Nasir's wet slit and then used it to massage Nasir's frenulum.
"Ugh," Nasir thought he was subtle as he slowly began to stroke himself. Emmett felt the skin of Nasir's shaft move against his lips and the surge of precum on his tongue. He was content to let Nasir jack himself this way for a moment. He knew his husband's body well enough to know when to make him stop. This, of course, would do nothing to make Nasir stop leaking. It would only make him leak all the more. A fact Emmett well knew and enjoyed every minute, and every drop of.
"Just like that, Habibi," Nasir moaned. Emmett slowly drew his lips off the tip of his husband's penis and pulled Nasir's hand away as well.
"Not done. Just relax," Emmett gave a wet kiss on Nasir's cum tube exactly where his fingers had been.
"Habibi, you are killing me," Nasir pleaded. Emmett sat back down on his feet between Nasir's wide spread, outstretched legs.
"Do you remember that day your brother almost caught us in your villa at the Bellagio?" Emmett reminded as he lifted Nasir's balls to shave beneath them.
"I remember that you tortured me," Nasir stated.
"I made you come and I drank every drop," Emmett recalled.
"That was the first time you tasted my cum," Nasir pointed out.
"I was hooked," Emmett smiled.
"Then you came all over my face," Nasir remembered.
"Want me to do that again?" Emmett offered. "Hey, put your feet up on my thighs."
"I do not think so," Nasir did as he was instructed to give Emmett better access to his perineum. "I do not want to waste it. I prefer you to come in my mouth. I love to feel you fill my mouth when you come," he again took hold of himself and began a slow masturbation as he have voice to his pleasant thoughts. "I cannot ever get enough."
"You're stroking yourself," Emmett observed aloud.
"I am. I cannot help it," Nasir stated. "Do you remember when you last arrived in New York? We sixty nined and came together. It was very nice."
"Yeah, it was," Emmett agreed. He dipped the razor into the cup of water and swished it around again. He was very nearly done.
"Would you like to do that again?" the very thought made Nasir leak all the more.
"I have something else in mind today," Emmett was deliberately vague. "And you, ya fucking sexy Arab, are smooth," he dropped the razor in the cup of hairy water and used the wet washcloth to wipe Nasir clean. "There. Now I can make love to these nuts like they deserve," Emmett leaned in and ran his tongue across his husband's scrotum.
"Oh, na'am," Nasir moaned. Emmett ran his tongue beneath the heavily hanging stones and sucked one into his mouth.
"Ugh," Nasir stroked himself slower as Emmett's talented tongue curled around his swollen testicle inside Emmett's mouth. Emmett ever so gently let his husband's delicate orb out of his mouth, only to trade it for the other one.
"Suck on my balls," Nasir encouraged. He closed his eyes and moved his hand very slowly on himself. Nasir didn't know what exactly Emmett had planned, but decided to go with it. Emmett finally let Nasir's second testicle slip gently out of his mouth and lapped at them both. He took hold of Nasir's wrist and made him let go of himself again. Emmett cradled his husband's bone in his palm.
"Ugh," Nasir felt his husband's tongue run slowly up the length of his sensitive cum tube. When Emmett's tongue reached Nasir's precum coated frenulum he paused and wrapped his hand around Nasir's pole. He stroked up which had the dual benefit of rolling Nasir's foreskin onto his tongue and Nasir's head, and producing a surge of ooze.
"Oh, Habibi," Nasir ran his fingers through Emmett's hair as Emmett's tongue moved on his head within his cowl. Emmett let Nasir's foreskin roll back and began to massage Nasir's cum tube with his thumb again as he massaged Nasir's frenulum with his tongue.
"Huh, my Emmett," Nasir let his eyes roll back in his head as his husband made slow, gentle, maddening love to his cock. Emmett cupped Nasir's scrotum in his free hand and massaged the aching testicles in their smooth sac.
"Uh, ugh," Nasir moaned as Emmett's fingers, tongue and lips continued to minister to his cock and balls. Nasir was acutely aware of every subtle movement of the thumb on his cum tube. Every time Emmett applied just slightly more upward pressure, Nasir moaned that much louder and the more sweet ooze seeped out onto Emmett's tongue.
"Habibi, please suck," Nasir begged. Emmett wanted to do just that, but he knew how thoroughly this weapon was primed. He knew he was torturing his husband, but he wanted to make this last as long as possible. And he wanted to make it as good as possible for the man he loved. Emmett wanted something slick and lubricating, and knew just where to get it. He consumed every drop of syrup that Nasir produced, but precum ran down Emmett's own neglected bone to his balls. Emmett let go of Nasir's shaft just long enough to coat his thumb in his own ooze. He then massaged Nasir's cum tube with his slick thumb.
"Ugh, Habibi," Nasir felt the even better sensation on his cock. Emmett had him so ready to come, but it was not yet enough to push him over the brink.
"Please make me come," Nasir begged. The slick thumb on his cum tube moved in the exact same slow, torturous, maddening rhythm as Emmett's tongue on his frenulum, and the fingers that massaged his testicles. "Please suck," Nasir tried again and pushed down on Emmett's head. But Emmett did not move or change his ministrations in any way.
"Huh," Nasir threw his arms out to his sides as Emmett's lips, tongue and fingers continued the slow, exquisite torture of his cock and balls. "Can I suck you? Please, will you let me suck you too?" he tried again. If he could torture Emmett the way he was being tortured, they would both be encouraged to suck.
Emmett paid no mind to his husband's pleas. He massaged the swollen stones in Nasir's tightening sac. He rubbed his still slick thumb on Nasir's throbbing cum tube. He kept his tongue in continuous motion on Nasir's frenulum. Nasir leaked ever more profusely as Emmett tortured his cock.
"Habibi, please make me come," Nasir begged again and threw an arm over his eyes. There was one thing he hadn't yet tried. Nasir began with a very subtle movement of his hips. If he could thrust himself up into Emmett's mouth, even a little, he would come.
"No," Emmett moved the hand from Nasir's balls to his hip to hold him down. "Just relax," he commanded and replaced his tongue on Nasir's cock.
"Hold still and I will fuck your mouth," Nasir moved his arm and looked down on Emmett as he made this suggestion, but Emmett held him firmly in place. "Can I jack off into your mouth?" he asked. Emmett ignored him. He didn't want his top to fuck his anything right at this moment. Emmett just wanted to play with his husband's cock and balls. And if he happened to make Nasir come along the way, that was just fine.
The slickness of Emmett's precum on his thumb eventually wore off. Rather than get more, Emmett changed his attack slightly. With just thumb and forefinger, he began a slow, gentle, short stroke in time with his tongue on Nasir's frenulum.
"Ugh, my Emmett!" this small change made all the difference to Nasir. He threw his head back as his entire body grew stiff. This small, slow stroke was enough to push him eventually over the edge.
And Emmett knew it. He considered backing down, but decided to just let happen what would happen. He maintained his pace with his thumb, finger and tongue. Emmett moved his other hand from Nasir's hip, back to his nuts, to find them much tighter now than they were. He took great care to treat them very gently as they climbed into firing position.
"Habibi!" Nasir was unable to hold his body still on bench and bed. Every muscle in his body grew ever tighter as he edged ever nearer the brink of orgasm. "Emmett!" Nasir's breath caught in his throat as he slipped to the very edge.
Emmett tasted as much as saw Nasir's freely running precum turn milky as his semen escaped like it always did just before he blew out. Emmett maintained the pace of his fingers and tongue, but closed his lips around the head of his husband's throbbing penis.
"Haaa!" Nasir shouted as his orgasm hit him like a brick. Emmett felt his husband grow even harder and felt Nasir's cum tube expand under his thumb. Even as Nasir exploded, Emmett went down on him.
"Yah!" Nasir thrashed on the bench as his blasting organ sank down his husband's throat. He grabbed Emmett's head, though Emmett knew not to suck, but just hold him deep as he unloaded. Emmett's own cock throbbed as his mouth filled with Nasir's strong jizz. He gulped his husband's love juice and just as quickly his mouth filled again.
"Ugh," the relief and sensation were both overwhelming as Nasir continued to blast down his husband's throat. Emmett massaged Nasir's pulsing cum tube with his tongue as shot after shot of cream filled his mouth over and over.
"Ugh, my habibi," Nasir panted. "My Emmett," he moaned as his seed no longer spurted, but continued to ooze into his husband's mouth. Emmett held Nasir's still very hard cock deep and after a long moment, began to slowly suck him.
"Hoh, oh," Nasir moaned louder. He couldn't take being sucked through his orgasm. He was finished for the most part, but still very sensitive. This pushed his limit, but while it was very intense for him, it felt very good. Emmett had not spilt a drop of his husband's cum and wanted all he could get.
"Ugh," Nasir laid still and spent as his husband nursed on his yet hard organ. "That felt so very good. I needed that. When will you let me suck on you?"
In one quick move, Emmett pulled his mouth off of his husband's cock and rose to his feet. He was suddenly huge and powerful, quiveringly erect and dripping with his own ooze.
"You want this dick?" Emmett demanded. Nasir looked up at his magnificent husband with wide eyes and open mouth. Emmett did not wait for a response. He stepped to straddle where Nasir reclined on the bench and reached for the back of Nasir's head at the same time. Emmett used his thumb at the top of the base of his hardness to angle himself as he pulled Nasir onto his cock. Nasir was more than willing as his husband's big, thick, precum coated cock entered his mouth and sank into his throat.
"Oh, fuck!" Emmett swore as his fat bone slid into the tight confines of his husband's talented throat. Nasir grabbed a solid McCarty glute in each hand as he pressed his scruffy chin into Emmett's smooth scrotum.
"Ugh, Babe," Emmett felt his husband's tongue move along the entire length of his sensitive cum tube. He did not need to hold Nasir's head on his pole. Nasir was holding him by a firm grip on his ass. Emmett just ran his fingers through his husband's rich, dark hair. Nasir thrilled to the taste of Emmett's precum and the feel of the big dick in his throat.
"Nasi, shit!" Emmett's knees grew weak as his husband swallowed around him. "Fuck!" Emmett exclaimed as Nasir did it again. He held Nasir as much as Nasir held himself impaled on his thick spike. Nasir couldn't get any air, but thrilled as the fat post flexed in his throat.
Emmett moved forward, holding his husband's head in place on his spear as he climbed onto the bed. Nasir was forced backward, down onto the bed as Emmett moved into place above him. Emmett pulled his cock up out of his husband's throat with his hips, enough to let Nasir get some air. Nasir kneaded the hard muscles of Emmett's glutes and pulled to encourage him to sink all nine thick McCarty inches down his throat again.
"Ugh," Emmett pushed himself down his husband's throat. He felt Nasir's tongue move on his sensitive cum tube. Nasir pushed at Emmett's hips to get him to lift up and immediately moved his hands to Emmett's butt to urge him back down again. Emmett got the message Nasir could not voice with his mouth full of cock.
"Ho, fuck," Emmett closed his eyes as he moved his hips to plunge his spear down his husband's throat, pull back just enough for Nasir to catch a quick breath through his nose and then sink down again. Emmett not only loved the exquisite embrace of his husband's mouth and throat, but the feel of Nasir's scruffy chin on his balls each time he fully buried his bone.
Nasir loved that as well and was thrilled that Emmett kept his promise of fucking his throat. He grasped Emmett's hips and urged him to do so faster.
"Oh, fuck, Babe," Emmett leaned on the bed on his forearms as he picked up the pace of thrusting his pole down his husband's throat. Nasir kept his tongue in constant full contact with Emmett's thick, leaking meat. He clutched his lips to the shaft that pistoned in and out of his mouth.
Nasir reflected, as he savored the hard organ that throbbed and leaked in his mouth, and fucked his throat, that the position he was in at the moment was a very passive one. Typically a top took his pleasure and a good top took great care to make sure his receiving partner gained just as much pleasure if not more. A really good top knew that sometimes you let your man do as he will with you. The fact that he does something that feels good to him makes you want it just as much. Emmett liked to play that he was bigger and stronger and while that was absolutely true, they both knew that if Nasir really asserted himself and insisted on control of their lovemaking, Emmett would give it him every time. But if Nasir did that, it wouldn't be as good for either of them. A really good top knew and respected that his bottom was his own man and treated him as a true partner.
Nasir ran his hands up onto Emmett's flexing glutes and was once again struck with the magnificence of the man who was his husband. Emmett was big and strong and muscular and had a cock and balls to match. Nasir could taste Emmett's syrup more strongly and knew his precum was flowing steadily.
"God, Nasi," Emmett's control over his muscles was waning as his orgasm approached. His strained, tightening muscles began to tremble and his thrusts into his husband's mouth grew erratic. Emmett thrust ever deeper into his husband's throat and was not conscious of the fact that the man beneath him could no longer get any air. Nasir didn't care at all. The fact that this incredibly virile man, the man he loved, was about to unload in his mouth, turned him on no end. Nasir let his roving fingers confirm what he already knew from their absence on his chin, that Emmett's big nuts had pulled up tight to the base of dick.
"Ugh, hoh," Emmett squeezed his eyes shut as he fought to maintain some control of himself. Nasir felt the thick, throbbing, jabbing bone grow even bigger. His very soul craved Emmett's release. He had been desperate for it since the moment he heard Emmett come on the phone in Positano. He would have sucked Emmett off on the dining room table the moment he came in the door had Jasper not been here.
"Oh, fuck!" Emmett's muscles shook as he crashed over the edge himself. Nasir felt Emmett's prominent cum tube expand against his tongue as the big McCarty weapon went off.
"Oh fuck!" Emmett cried again as he exploded in his husband's mouth. Emmett stopped thrusting as his entire body quaked and his juice gushed into Nasir's mouth. Nasir knew what his husband liked. He knew it was better for Emmett to be sucked through his orgasm. Nasir lifted his head and sucked hard and fast on the blasting organ.
"Ungh!" Emmett's entire body convulsed as his jizz blasted into his husband's sucking mouth. It was all Emmett could do to keep himself upright on his hands and knees. Nasir gulped his husband's essence as bolt after thick, heavy bolt shot into his mouth.
"Ugh, Nasi. Oh my God," Emmett panted and let his face rest on the bed as his husband drank his cum. Nasir slowed down, but continued to gently suck the thick, hard organ as he massaged Emmett's shaft with his lips and bulging cum tube with his tongue. He nursed on the hard, pulsing bone as Emmett's semen continued to flow into his mouth.
"Fuck," Emmett no longer trembled as his muscles relaxed. Nasir stopped sucking Emmett as his orgasm waned. He rested his head back on the mattress and just let his tongue caress Emmett's still very big and very hard cock. Until such time as Emmett lifted up, Nasir had no choice but to hold Emmett in his mouth, and Nasir could wish for nothing else. He was perfectly content to let his husband's thick, hard meat marinate in his mouth for as long as Emmett cared to do that.
"Jesus, Babe," Emmett gathered his wits and looked down at the top of his husband's head. He forced his muscles to obey and lifted himself out of Nasir's mouth. Emmett moved back down over Nasir's body to kneel on the bench and bring them face to face. Nasir looked up at Emmett with love and devotion clear in his soft brown eyes. Emmett leaned down on his elbows on either side of his husband's head. Nasir said nothing as just as soon as they opened their mouths to each other, Emmett knew why. Nasir had not swallowed his last mouthful of cum.
"Hmm," Emmett tasted his distinct flavor as he moved his tongue through his husband's semen filled mouth. Nasir caressed Emmett's now cummy tongue with his own. He had hoped to taste himself on Emmett's tongue, but the quantity of Emmett milk in his mouth prevented that.
"That was fucking hot," Emmett evaluated when he broke their kiss. "And I like when you save some to share with me. That's hot too," he smiled. Emmett watched Nasir swallow what remained of his load.
"You are hot and everything we do together is hot," Nasir lifted his head to give Emmett a soft, loving kiss on his lips.
Emmett turned to look over his shoulder. "Is there any new news?"
"I did not realize the television was still on," Nasir commented as he gently ran his hands up and down Emmett's ribs.
Garrett had to park on the street in front of Maggie and Rosalie's house in their quiet, leafy Kent neighborhood. It was the most natural gathering place. While nowhere near, it was still geographically the closest any of them lived to the mountain. And Yvonne was here, without whom, their only source of information was the media. A Volvo was parked beside Yvonne's minivan in the driveway.
"Who's car is that?" Seth asked from the front passenger seat.
"I have no idea," Garrett answered.
"We'll find out soon enough," Leah spoke up from the backseat as they all climbed out of the car. They all wore snug jeans, but only Seth's bordered on inappropriate, and warm long sleeved tops in the cool autumn air. Seth's Emirati gold necklace hung outside his shirt and he still wore his eagle feather in his hair.
"Here, Sweetness. Let me take that," Garrett took the large bag of food they had stopped to pick up on the way.
They were not met outside, nor at the door. As they were expected, Seth did not knock, but just opened the front door.
"Hello," Seth called as he led the way into Rosalie and Maggie's home.
Three women emerged from the family room to greet them. Maggie wore a long dress that dusted her bare feet. Yvonne wore jeans and a tight, long sleeved top like Leah. The third woman wore a dress that came to just below her knee and a short, sensible heel. Her hair was nicely done and what little jewelry she wore was obviously expensive.
"Hey, guys," Maggie gave Seth a hug first. "Thanks for coming."
"We wouldn't be anywhere else," Seth stated as he let her go. "Hi, Miss Cullen," he greeted Edward's mother respectfully.
"Nice to see you again," Esme smiled. She smiled and nodded in greeting, but Seth was not about to have that. He stepped forward and gave her a hug. This was a time for all of them to come together.
"Aren't you sweet," Esme rubbed Seth's back.
"We love him too," Seth stated as he let her go. "This is my sister, Leah. This is Edward's mom," he introduced.
"Nice to meet you," Esme offered her hand.
"Mrs. Cullen," Leah was polite.
"It's actually Ms Masen now, but please call me Esme," she smiled.
"Yvonne, any news?" Seth took hold of the Park Superintendent's wife's arms and looked into her eyes.
"Nothing new," Yvonne shook her head. She dropped her gaze when she answered and Seth immediately knew she was not telling the truth.
"Okay," Seth gave her a hug and let her go. Whatever it was, Seth knew she didn't want to say it in front of everyone present.
"Thanks for bringing the food, guys," Maggie took the heavy bag from Garrett and headed for the kitchen.
"Least we could do," Garrett said as they all made a general movement to follow Maggie.
"Where are the kidlets?" Seth asked.
"They're all outside with Rosie," Maggie gestured toward the backyard.
"Oh?" Seth walked to the backdoor to look through the curtained window. "Oh, dear," he chuckled when he caught sight of them.
Their older Kent neighborhood, when developed, was planted with many Oak and Maple trees. That was over fifty years ago. Their well established community now had big, mature trees. It was one of the features that made it so desirable. And at this time of year, in the Pacific Northwest with all it's indigenous conifers, their neighborhood was an oasis of color. The obvious drawback was that all that beautiful color fell and had to be raked.
Rosalie was in their big backyard doing exactly that. Ren, Liam, Owen and Larissa all had small, toy rakes of varying sizes and endeavored to help. Only Ren was actually of some help and Liam tried his best to emulate his older best friend. Owen and Larissa were an outright hinderance, but they were having fun and it kept them all occupied.
"My God, you guys," Maggie commented as she unwrapped the party platter of subs on the granite kitchen breakfast bar. "We'll be eating this for a week!"
"It's from Tat's Deli in Pioneer Square," Seth announced. "There's none better in the whole city."
"Oh, Tat's is good," Maggie agreed as she dumped out the bag of twenty individual size bags of chips.
"What all do we have here?" Leah asked as she looked over the platter.
"There's Tat'strami, Tat's grinder, turkey club sub, Italian, reuben, chicken bacon ranch, honey ham and cheese, and proper Philly cheesesteaks for my Philadelphian husband," Seth listed.
"The kids will like ham and cheese," Yvonne knew what their children would eat.
"Let's pick those out for them," Maggie and Yvonne set about doing so. "At least with your son here, we know Owen will eat."
"What has no onions?" Esme asked.
"Yeah, me too," Leah agreed.
"Oh, I'm not quite sure," Garrett admitted. "I don't think the reuben does and I know the Philly doesn't. Join me in a proper cheesesteak?"
"That sounds good. I'll do that," Esme patted Garrett's arm. "Pick one out for me."
"Seth, call Rosie and the kids, please," Maggie called. In answer, Seth opened the back door and walked out onto the covered patio.
"Hey, who's hungry?" Seth called.
"Uncle Seth!" Liam threw his rake and ran at full speed toward the house.
"Oof!" Seth caught the exuberant boy as he ran right into him. "You're getting too big to do that."
"Hi, uncle Seth," Ren was the second to reach him.
"Hi, Ren," Seth hugged him as well. He let go of Ren to give Owen the proper greeting they always shared. "Háu, kola."
"How, cola," Owen did his best to repeat the words and walked into Seth's arms.
"And hello, little miss," Seth squatted down to receive Larissa's sweet hug.
"Hey, Seth," Rosalie patted his back as he stood up. "What did you guys bring?"
"Subs from Tat's," Seth answered. He paused as he looked down at her feet. "You know, I do believe this is the very first time I have seen you not wear heels," Seth noted her sneakers.
"Do you not remember those awful little apartments near the university where we all used to live, once upon a time?" Rosalie asked. "How many times did you see me without shoes on at all?"
"That was three hundred years ago," Seth gave a dismissive wave. "I mean in recent years. Like for as long as your kids have been alive."
"We still lived there when Liam was born, I might point out," Rosalie opened the backdoor for them.
"Don't cloud the issue with facts," Seth gave another wave as he walked into the house.
"Hey, kids. Ham and cheese?" Yvonne asked in an encouraging tone.
"Yeah! Thanks, mom," Ren was all for that and therefore the other kids were as well. Yvonne and Maggie saw to the four children and seated them at their small table. Garrett, Leah, Maggie and Rosalie joined Esme in the family room, where King 5 was on television and had been all day. Yvonne deliberately hung back and Seth stayed with her.
"It was Edward's helicopter," Yvonne shared quietly as she opened her chips.
"Is that on the news?" Seth enquired in an equally low voice.
"Nope," Yvonne answered. Seth knew exactly how she learned that. And he knew she didn't want to share that fact with Edward's mother.
The NPS Crown Victoria sat across the mountain road, still parked where the ranger had died in it. It should have been a routine traffic stop. He had blocked the road with his driver's side toward the Paradise bound traffic. The car that had blown through Longmire, going too fast and not even slowing down at stop signs, and then not pulling over for another law enforcement ranger, did finally stop on the Paradise road, fifty feet short of the cruiser that blocked the road. The driver got out and before the ranger could even reach for his door handle, fired several shots into and through the driver's door. The ranger had been hit multiple times and immediately radioed for urgent help. The ranger that had been pursuing the murderer, put her car in reverse and hit the gas, even as the gunman turned around to fire at her. Her vehicle was struck, but she was not.
Now the Crown Victoria sat with the driver's door wide open. Dried and still drying blood was inside the car and on the pavement. The Chevy Impala had it's driver's side rear door wide open. The scene was quiet and peaceful since the ranger's body had been removed. Rescue attempts from both the direction of Paradise and Longmire had been thwarted for a good long time by the gunman who hid in the woods and took sniper shots at anyone who attempted to reach the injured man. Had rescue reached the injured ranger in time, he might have lived. As it was the gunman took great pains to make sure that he committed murder. Again.
A black Crown Victoria, not unlike the cars the law enforcement rangers drove, but black and unmarked, slowed down as it drove up from Longmire. A large, black, full size van followed, a black Dodge Charger came third, and a Pierce County Sheriff's cruiser completed the small caravan. The black Crown Victoria drove on the shoulder around the Impala and parked between the two abandoned cars. The other vehicles parked behind the Impala on the road.
Three men in suits got out of the Crown Victoria and started walking back. Roberto emerged from behind the wheel of the Charger and his partner got out of the passenger side. They walked past the FBI Crime Scene Investigation Unit van as the members of that team emerged and began to assemble their equipment. Roberto and Al both pulled surgical gloves out of their pockets and began to put them on.
"I invited you two up here as a courtesy. You don't touch anything," the Special Agent-in-Charge dictated as they all met at the Impala.
"Fair enough. Don't want to interfere with your crime scene," Al gave an easy smile. He stepped closer to the car and peered into the passenger side. "I think we can rule out an accomplice," Al noted the candy bar wrappers and empty bag of chips on the front passenger seat. The backseat was filled with the weapons and ammunition the gunman didn't feel he could carry with him.
"Where do you think he hid himself?" Roberto looked around. "Those trees over there?" he answered his own question and walked around the car. Al looked up to note where Roberto was going. He said nothing as he agreed, and he knew Roberto's instinct was usually spot on.
"If you find something, don't contaminate it!" the Special Agent-in-Charge barked as Roberto headed across the shoulder and up into the woods on the driver's side of the cars.
"He knows how to not contaminate a crime scene, Agent Deckard," Al told the ill humored head of the FBI Seattle Field Office.
"One of you, go with him," Deckard shouted at the Crime Scene team. Al casually walked around the Impala and looked in the windshield on the driver's side. He pulled out a notepad and flipped to a particular page to check the VIN number.
"This is definitely Nathan Miller's vehicle," Al confirmed and stepped around the open rear door to look inside. He flipped the page on his notepad. "These weapons match several that are registered to Nathan Miller. Once you have the serial numbers off of them, we'll know for sure," Al gave the Special Agent-in-Charge a patronizing smile. His team hadn't started yet and this local detective had already established all they really needed to know.
"We would like to see the body," Al produced a picture from his jacket pocket. It was of Nathan Miller in Marine Corps woodland MARPAT pants and no shirt, holding two assault rifles and clearly proud of them.
"What the hell?" Deckard snatched the picture from Al's hands. "I haven't seen this!"
"You can keep that one. I have several," Al smiled.
"Yeah, well, the sheriff is flying a pilot up there to fly out the grounded helo. I'll have them fly it down here to pick us up," Deckard advised.
"If it's not too much trouble," Al bent over backwards to be accommodating.
"I'm going anyway," Deckard grumbled.
"Shell casings," Roberto yelled from twenty feet into the woods behind them. "A bunch of 'em."
"Secure that area!" Deckard barked at his men. "You two," he turned to the other Agents with him, "get up to the Visitor Center and start interviewing people."
"You got it," one of them answered. They walked back to the Crown Victoria. It was a bit of a challenge to maneuver around the the car the ranger had died in, but they were able to do so and drove on. The passenger picked up the portable police radio that had been left in the front console.
"To Commander Pierce County SWAT at the Paradise Visitor Center, this is Special Agent Lowrey of the FBI. We are approaching your location in a black Crown Victoria. We would appreciate it if you do not shoot us," he shared a look with his fellow agent and set down the radio. They considered everyone in the Pierce County Sheriff's Department to be untrained rubes and drove up into Paradise slowly.
The Agents were relieved to see SWAT standing at the front entrance of the Henry M Jackson Visitor Center. They knew they would only need to worry if they didn't see them.
As the Agents who parked right at the entrance walked into the building, another group of SWAT emerged from the forest beyond the Alta Vista Trail, led by two rangers. The first ranger had on a uniform baseball cap and a field jacket. The second had no hat and wore a parka. It was deemed that a sudden invasion of armed and armored police would be too alarming to the visitors camped out within the center, and two volunteers emerged to meet them with bottles of cold spring water.
Mike, the ranger who had led the police to Edward and the injured pilot of the downed helicopter, walked into the center with Edward. They crossed through the packed seating area entirely unnoticed by the crowd. Edward and Mike were just two more rangers. The visitors had no way of knowing that one had been shot at and the other had led the police that killed the shooter. Edward and Mike went through the door marked NATIONAL PARK STAFF ONLY and headed straight for the superintendent's office. Even as Mike reached for the knob, the door flew open and Roger appeared.
"Edward, Mike, thank God you're both safe!" relief was clear on their superintendent's face. "Get in here," Roger stepped aside and shut his office door once they were inside. "I wish I could tell you to go home, but they're not letting anyone leave yet, so we still need you two," he walked around his desk and took his chair. "I already spoke with the Regional Director about closing the Park to the public. She gave me the go ahead to close tomorrow. She needs to clear anything longer with Jarvis, but she's going to argue for a week. That way the cops will have ample time to go over everything and we can operate on a skeleton crew, give everyone time to recover. She'll also request help from other parks so we can all attend the funeral."
"Roger, have our families been told of what's going on?" Mike asked. "I know you still need us, but could we call home?"
"I spoke with your wife personally, Mike," Roger informed. "And Yvonne and the kids are at Maggie and Rosalie's house, along with your mom and a bunch of other people, so they know what's going on."
"And Jasper?" Edward asked about the single most important person.
"I don't know. I assume Maggie or Seth would have called him," Roger admitted. "And of course you can both call now. Unfortunately, I need to keep my line clear. You can use the phone in the conference room. I've been letting all the visitors call home, but it should be free by now. If not, let me know. You two deserve priority treatment."
"You go first, Mike," Edward gestured. He could see how anxious the man was to speak with his wife.
"Thanks, Edward," Mike yanked open the office door and dashed.
"How are you holding up?" Edward asked as he shut Roger's door again.
"You're asking me?" Roger was incredulous. "I've been sitting here on my ass in the safe comfort of my office this entire time while you and Mike and others were risking your lives out there. I was terrified when I heard he was shooting at your helicopter and you were forced to land!"
"It was a close call," Edward admitted with a nod. "I had a bullet whiz right by me. Another few inches and..."
Roger flew out of his chair and grabbed his employee and friend in a tight hug. "You were a moron for wanting to go out there. And I was a moron to agree. Do you know what would have happened to me if anything happened to you?" he rubbed Edward's back. "Between Maggie and Seth I would have been scalped and worse. You have no idea how it felt, waiting, knowing that this madman was out there and knew pretty much exactly where you were. I'm the one who talked you into this career path and this job. I'm responsible for you, damn it!"
"You're not responsible when it comes to homicidal maniacs running around our mountain," Edward reasoned. "And while I appreciate this, if someone walked in right now and saw us like this, they'd get an entirely wrong idea," he teased.
Roger chuckled and finally released Edward. "If I was even remotely interested in men, you'd be at the top of my list," he returned to his chair and sat down, "but Yvie has spoiled me. There's not a man, or woman for that matter, who can compete with her."
"You know I wouldn't even try. I value my family jewels," Edward gave his trademark Cullen grin. "Besides, you're not my type. This gentleman prefers blondes."
"And speaking of, why don't you go out there and call him?" Roger gestured. "I was worried plenty for you here, and I knew everything that was going on. I can only imagine how frantic he is all the way in New York with no up to date information."
"Thanks, Roger. You're a great boss and a better friend," Edward opened the office door.
"Yeah? Here," Roger rose, snatched up Edward's uniform hat from the top of his filing cabinet and put it on Edward's head. "Now give me back my damn parka."
"Oh," Edward snickered as he removed the coat he had forgotten that he even had on.
"Do you have a spare uniform shirt in your locker?" Roger asked, noting the fact that the bottom of the one Edward wore was in tatters. "What the hell happened anyway?"
"Oh, yeah," Edward fingered what was left of his shirttail. "I made a bandage for the pilot's arm."
"Well, that was very resourceful. I'll replace the shirt. Now get going," Roger gave him a swat on his shoulder. Edward immediately headed for the conference room to see if Mike was done.
The news desk was in fact a room of many desks with many busy people, especially during breaking stories. Jasper lurked in the shadows, drifting between the newsroom and Studio 3B where Lester Holt, the weekend anchor, was on the air. He couldn't stay in one place for long because he couldn't bring himself to sit down. He had learned nothing new since he left Emmett and Nasir's place. Moving, if not outright pacing, was the only thing that kept his shattered nerves in check.
Jasper had fortunately the presence of mind to place his cell on vibrate when he arrived at the GE Building. He felt it go off in his pocket and quickly snatched it out. It was a Washington State number, but not one he recognized. Certainly, it was not the one he wanted. He was near the door and quickly made his way to the corridor to answer.
"This is Jasper Whitlock," he answered curtly.
"Jas, it's me," the voice came through the phone with the simple yet incredibly meaningful statement. Jasper's eyes went wide. It was the one voice he most wanted to hear in all the world.
"Edward?!" Jasper's emotions were plain in that one, desperate spoken word. "Oh my God! Are you alright? Where are you?" Jasper fired off questions and took off at a trot down the corridor to get as far away from other people as possible. "What's happening?"
"I'm still at the Park, but I'm okay," Edward informed easily. "It was a little scary for a while, but they got the guy. We're waiting here in the Visitor Center until dark, just in case he had an accomplice. That's just a precaution though. There's nothing to suggest he wasn't alone."
"And you're alright? You're not hurt?" Jasper tried to keep his trembling from affecting his voice. "I've been terrified. This thing has been going on for hours and you didn't call and weren't answering your cell."
"I'm sorry, there was no time to call," Edward was sincere. "And they cut the power to the cell tower so he couldn't talk to anyone either. Jas, it's so good to hear your voice. I love you!"
"I love you too, Edward, so much! I've been going out of my mind," Jasper confessed. "You're always telling me to be careful here, always worried about me getting hurt, and yet there you were with a gunman shooting rangers! Seth called Emmett this morning to check in. I guess he had a bad dream or something, and he thought something might have happened to Em or Nas. We had a good laugh over it, and then we heard the news from the Park. When they reported that a ranger had been shot, I swear my heart stopped."
"It wasn't me, Jas," Edward tried to comfort his distraught lover.
"I know that now. I didn't then. Thank goodness I was still at Em's place and he and Nas were there," Jasper rubbed his forehead as he walked through the studio halls.
"I'm sorry, Jas. I'm so sorry you had to go through that," Edward wished more than anything that he could hold Jasper right now.
"You're sorry I had to go through that!" Jasper could hardly contain himself. "Seth told us that you were in one of the helicopters looking for hikers and then we heard that the guy was shooting at the helicopters, and that one had to make a forced landing. Edward, I," he closed his eyes as he stopped and leaned back against a wall in a thankfully quiet section of the building. "All I kept thinking was that I just got you back after so many years and I couldn't lose you again. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you again," Jasper put his free hand over his face and fought very hard to not cry. It was a battle he could not win. He let himself slide down the wall until he was sitting on the floor with his knees in his chest.
"Jas, Sweetheart, you're not going to lose me," Edward was desperate to console the man he loved more than anything or anyone in the world. "I've waited too long to win you back to let an asshole like this guy get in our way. This was just a fluke. Nothing like this has ever happened on our mountain and likely never will again. Are you still with Emmett and Nasir?"
"No," Jasper admitted as he wiped his face with his sleeve. "I came in to work. I figured they would be the first to get any news, but we still haven't heard that they got the guy. Technically this is breaking news."
"I'm not sure I was supposed to share that. Please don't say anything," Edward requested.
"Don't worry. I won't," Jasper pledged. "The only news I care about is that you're okay."
"I'm just fine. There's not a scratch on me," Edward assured. "But listen, as much as I would love to keep talking, I'm technically still at work, so I need to go."
"Oh, okay. Call me later, when you can?" Jasper asked.
"It might be very late for you," Edward had no way of knowing when they would be allowed to leave.
"You know I don't care, not ever, and especially not tonight," Jasper assured. "Call me anytime, as soon as you're able. I just," he pushed a hand through his hair, "even if you're too tired to talk, I just want to hear you breathing, to know you're there."
"Okay, I'll call you as soon as they let us go," Edward promised. "And, Jas, could you call Seth and tell him what's going on, and ask him to tell my sister. I'd call myself, but I really do have to get back to work."
"Of course. No problem," Jasper readily agreed.
"Thank you. That will help me a lot. I'm sure they're all concerned. But now I really do have to go. I love you," Edward expressed.
"I love you too!" Jasper held his phone for a long moment after Edward ended the call. He finally wiped his eyes again and stood up. Jasper took a deep breath and started walking toward Studio 1A.
After dinner, the adults remained in the family room while the kids were retired to Liam's room to watch Shrek Forever After. Rosalie had changed out of her leaf raking attire into something more her style. She and Maggie sat with Garrett and Seth on the long sofa while Esme, Leah and Yvonne had individual chairs.
"Oh!" Seth did not hesitate to pull out his cell when it rang. "It's Jasper!" he jumped up and took a few steps toward the kitchen. "Hi, Jasper," Seth greeted expectantly.
"Hi, Seth. I just talked to Edward. He's fine," Jasper delivered his news.
"Edward just called him. He's fine," Seth quickly relayed to his audience.
"Oh, thank God!" Maggie was relieved. Esme said nothing but closed her eyes and put a hand to her chest.
"And they captured the gunman," Jasper added. "Or killed him. I'm actually not sure which. Edward didn't exactly say."
"And they either captured or killed the gunman," Seth informed.
"Good!" Yvonne enthused. "I hope they killed the son of a bitch."
"How are you?" Seth asked as he walked into the living room.
"I am a wreck," Jasper admitted. "How could I not be? But so relieved, you know?"
"I can only imagine," Seth agreed.
"I love him so much, Seth," Jasper stated. "I mean I really, really love him. I don't think I really knew how much, until the possibility of losing him jumped right in my face today."
"An event like this can be eye opening in so many ways," Seth observed. "He loves you too, you know. He has for as long as I've known him."
"I know that. I know he does. I would give anything to be there with all of you right now," Jasper expressed. "Hug him for me, Seth. Hug him real tight."
"I absolutely will," Seth pledged.
"And I just got to my studio. I need to see if my boss is still here, so I have to run now," Jasper stated. "Oh, and will you let Em and Nas know? I haven't called them yet. And pass on my thanks for this morning."
"Em and who?" Seth did not fail to notice the special name Jasper used.
"Nas-ir," Jasper enunciated as he cringed outside the doors to his studio.
"Show you a good time, did they? Make a Jasper sandwich?" Seth teased.
"They're such givers, you know?" Jasper went with it.
"They absolutely are. Okay. We love you both. Kisses. Bye," Seth ended the call and stuck his cell back in his pocket.
Seth stood for a long moment, alone in Maggie and Rosalie's living room. When he was a boy, he believed. When he became a man and left his reservation for the big world, he ceased to believe. After what had happened to his people since the day of the white man's arrival, and every day since, how could he? After the way his cousin Jared treated him, how could he? After the way his own parents treated him, how could he? But now, since he found Emmett, since he found Garrett and married him, since Emmett found Nasir and married him, since Leah found Roberto and would marry him, since Edward and Jasper were returned to each other, Seth was once again a believer. He closed his eyes in silent thanksgiving to the Grandfather Spirit.
Emmett and Nasir stayed in the whole day as they didn't want to stray far from the news. And since their mid afternoon romp, they had not bothered to put anything on. Emmett made them dinner and they ate in the breakfast room naked. It was a light dinner of pita and hummus and vegetables with dips. Emmett didn't want to make something heavy and then lay around. And he didn't want to get dressed and leave the house. After dinner they took their wine and moved back down to the bedroom where they settled in on the bed among the pillows and relaxed.
"This is nice," Nasir commented as Emmett reclined half on him. Emmett's back was supported mostly by pillows, but partially by Nasir's shoulder. He left leg was bent at the knee and laid over on Nasir's legs. Nasir casually ran his fingers along Emmett's inner thigh from his balls almost to his knee and back.
"It is," Emmett turned his head and reached back with his left hand to pull Nasir's head to his. He closed his eyes as he gave his husband a lingering and loving kiss on his lips.
And then Emmett's phone rang.
"It's Seth!" Emmett announced what they both knew by the ring. He moved quickly and threw himself across the bed to reach his nightstand. "Maybe he knows something," Emmett laid across the bed on his stomach as he answered. "Hi, Sweetie."
"Hi, Emmy. Edward is safe," Seth informed.
"Oh, thank God," Emmett expressed. "Edward is safe," he repeated for Nasir.
"Al hamdu lillah," Nasir expressed the same in Arabic with a raised hand.
"How do we know and has anyone called Jasper?" Emmett fired his questions.
"You know because I said so," Seth stated.
"Not that I doubt your powers...," Emmett began.
"We know because Edward just called Jasper and Jasper called me," Seth explained.
"What about the gunman?" Emmett asked.
"Captured or dead," Seth revealed.
"You mean you don't know which?" Emmett teased.
"That divination is not within my power," Seth stated. "However, if I were a betting man, I'd bet on dead. Surrendering to the police doesn't seem in keeping with this guy's character. He seems like a lone wolf, never take me alive, kind of murdering fuck."
"Good riddance, then. None of this is on the news yet, by the way," Emmett mentioned.
Nasir rubbed the back of Emmett's legs while his husband was on the phone with his best friend. His eyes and hand followed their natural course and those twin globes just looked too delicious not to enjoy.
"Breaking news. Call CNN," Seth advised.
"Yeah," Emmett felt Nasir moving behind him. He felt the hands on his glutes, but his mind was on his conversation. Until Nasir's tongue ran slowly over his hole.
"Ugh!" Emmett was taken by surprise by the incredible sensation.
"Oh! Somebody's getting his ass licked," Seth rightly deduced.
"Fuck," Emmett swore as his husband lapped at his entrance. "El Hasi teezi."
"Ho!" Nasir lifted his face in surprise. He was doing exactly that and it turned him on no end that Emmett asked him to lick his hole in Arabic. He spread Emmett's cheeks and attacked Emmett's hole with vigor.
"Huh!" Emmett eyes rolled back in his head.
"Jasper said to say thank you. Said you showed him a good time," Seth teased.
"Yeah," Emmett all but whimpered into the phone.
"And I think I'm gonna let you go," Seth decided.
"Okay, bye," Emmett simply dropped the phone as his enthusiastic husband rimmed him.
The adults in Maggie and Rosalie's home moved from the family room to the living room after they learned that Edward was safe. The television was turned off. There was no longer any news King 5 could provide that interested any of them. They left the drapes open and the lights in the living room off so they could easily see out to the street. Some light spilled in from the family room, but not enough to obstruct their view. It was close to another three hours and the kids had been put to bed, before they found the person they were looking for.
"There's a car stopping," Seth narrated every pair of headlights that came down the street. He leaned forward. "It's an NPS truck. It's him."
Everyone was up out of their seats and headed for the door. Esme led the charge out into the driveway and everyone gave her some space as she grabbed her only son in a tight hug. It took her a couple of minutes with Edward before she let him go and Maggie immediately took her place. Rosalie followed her wife and Garrett followed her.
"Edward," Garrett embraced him tightly. "I thought I'd lost one of my best clients," he teased.
"No such luck," Edward laughed. Garrett stepped aside for his husband who wrapped his arms as tightly around Edward as he could and pressed the side of his face to Edward's chest.
"I heard your danger radar was a little off this morning," Edward brushed the back of his fingers down Seth's eagle feather.
"It would have been a lot easier on everyone today if I was as psychic as everyone thinks I am," Seth gave a sigh. "I had a feeling some imminent evil was about to invade our lives, but no more than that. I immediately thought of Emmy and I was relieved when I found that he and Nasir and Jasper were all okay. Then we heard the news. I asked the Grandfather Spirit to watch over you, but I had no idea how it was going to end."
"Your intervention seems to have worked," Edward smiled. "You have some powerful magic, Seth Clearwater."
"And a good thing too," Leah stepped forward to give Edward a hug. "We're all glad that you're okay, Edward."
"Thanks, Leah," Edward hugged her warmly and let her go.
"Now this one's from Jasper," Seth took Edward in his arms again. This time Edward closed his eyes and leaned his face down on the top of Seth's head as he held the smaller man.
"Thanks, Seth," Edward whispered.
"Now get your dumb ass in this house and quit scaring us half to death!" Seth let Edward go and smacked him on the butt.
"Alright, alright," Edward laughed and put his hands up in surrender as he went. Everyone followed Edward into the living room where Yvonne had waited in case any or all of the kids woke up.
"Scary day for all of us," Yvonne gave Edward a tight hug. "Roger was worried about you."
"I know he was," Edward admitted as he held his friend's wife.
"Should I put on a pot of coffee?" Maggie asked the group.
"I'll do it, Freckles," Rosalie gave her wife a kiss and headed for the kitchen so she could stay near her brother.
"Come in. Sit down," Seth took Edward's hand. "And tell us every single thing," he led Edward, and therefore the group, into the family room.
"I don't know every single thing," Edward pointed out as the smaller man pulled him along.
"Tell us every single thing you do know," Seth dictated. "Leave out no detail."
"Okay," Edward resigned himself as he sat down and they all seated themselves around him. "My day began like any other. I was on the mountain by sun up. There was the usual morning briefing."
"Briefing about what?" Seth enquired.
"Trail conditions, campground conditions. Shit I need to know and get briefed on every morning. May I continue?" Edward gave Seth a hard time.
"Oh, please do," Seth smiled. He wasn't about to take the bait.
Edward went over how he met his hikers and was about a quarter into the hike when the call came over his radio. He omitted how close that trail was to where the gunman killed his fellow ranger. He went over how they were taken back up to Paradise and restricted to the Visitor Center, just in case. Edward outlined how he talked to Roger who was very busy on the phone with the authorities and the Regional Director, and that he knew they needed to do something to help the day hikers on the trails around Paradise. He explained that he took maps and had a seasonal volunteer help him write messages on them, and then stuff them into empty poster tubes. He went over how a helicopter brought a SWAT team to protect the center and that helicopter then took him up to look for hikers. This brought visible consternation to his mother and Edward quickly added that they found quite a few hikers and dropped the tubes to them to warn them of the danger.
He explained how the gunman started shooting at them and their helicopter must have been hit someplace, and they had to put down in a clearing. Edward omitted the detail that where their helicopter had been hit, was in the pilot. He told them that they didn't know where the shooter was, so they just hunkered down and had to wait it out until reinforcements arrived. And when Mike arrived with the police, he started shooting at them, so they killed him. Edward explained that while that should have been the end of it, it wasn't. The FBI has jurisdiction in national parks and wanted to briefly interview every single person. They also wanted to wait for nightfall to let everyone leave, just in case the man had an accomplice, but he hadn't.
Rosalie served everyone coffee and while she did so, four little ones wandered out rubbing their sleepy eyes as they came.
"Uncle Edward, was there a bad man in your park?" Liam spoke for them.
"Yes there was," Edward confirmed. Larissa headed straight for her mother, but the boys went to Edward. Liam and Ren let Owen climb into Edward's lap and they sat on each side of him, leaning on him.
"My dad won't let a bad man get you, Uncle Edward," Ren had absolute faith his his father. As far as Ren was concerned, his father could do anything.
"You know what, Ren?" Edward put his arm around Ren. "It wasn't easy, but your dad took care of everything."
"I knew he would," Ren smiled up at Edward.
"But what happened?" Liam asked. Rosalie gave the children the G rated version of events. Owen didn't make it through his mother's story and fell asleep on Edward's chest. The other kids were clearly very sleepy as well and just as the decision was made to put them back to bed, there was a soft knock at the door.
Roger didn't wait and opened the front door. Adults and kids all came from the family room to greet him. Yvonne took one look into her husband's eyes and knew that he had stopped at the fallen ranger's house on his way to them. Of course he did. Roger was that kind of man. She grabbed him in a tight embrace and he held her to him. They both had their eyes closed and they needed no words. Ren and Larissa stood at their parents legs while the other kids and adults gave them a moment. Roger let go of his wife and dropped to his knees.
"C'mere, you two," Roger gathered his kids in his arms. One of his own had fallen today. He had just come from a wife and children that would never see their husband and father again. It made him need to hug his wife and kids as hard as he could. Roger held his children to him for a long moment and kissed their heads repeatedly.
"Thank you for taking care of uncle Edward, Dad," Ren's admiration was clear in his voice.
"Oh?" Roger had to chuckle. "Is that what he told you?" Roger let go of his children and stood up, pulling himself together. He had a hug for everyone and kiss for the ladies. Rosalie poured a cup of coffee for him as well and he updated them on the situation. The kids began to fade fast at that point and while Rosalie, Maggie and Yvonne put them to bed, Edward took Roger into the living room for a private conversation that even involved a phone call to the Regional Director.
"It's getting late," Roger announced as he and Edward finally rejoined the others in the family room. "I'm going to take my family home."
Yvonne was quickly on her feet and so was Maggie.
"Take some subs with you. There's a dozen left," Maggie headed for the kitchen while Roger and Yvonne went to gather up their children.
"Jasper may be able to fly out, maybe even tomorrow," Edward could not contain his smile as he made this announcement.
"That is good news," Garrett rose and put a hand on Edward's shoulder. "How long will he stay? Maybe we can all have dinner at our place."
"I think he'll be out here for a few days. Dinner may work," Edward didn't want to commit. "We'll let you know."
"You'll come to dinner," The Oracle prophesied. "You'll want to see Emmett. And you'll both be there at the Halloween party too."
"Seth, I don't know if Jasper will be able to stay that long," Edward cautioned.
"I do. I'll arrange for your costumes," Seth stated.
"Are we heading out too?" Leah asked. "You guys mind dropping me at Roberto's place?"
"Of course not," Garrett smiled. "It's on the way anyway."
"All of you, take some subs," Maggie pointed as she brought the bag she had packed for the Donovan family.
The group massed out to the street where Edward had parked across the end of the driveway and Roger's NPS vehicle was right behind his. Everyone helped stow Ren and Larissa and their things in the minivan.
"I'll follow you, Yvie," Roger gave his wife a kiss on her lips.
"Okay, see you at home," she put a hand to his face for a brief moment and took the wheel of their minivan. Roger shut her door and walked out to the street.
"Edward, get this damn thing out the way!" Roger called goodnaturedly as he smacked the hood of Edward's Tahoe.
"I'm comin!" Edward called back. He and his mother had been delayed helping put the Hale O'Callahan boys to bed. Maggie had a bag of subs prepared for everyone and saw them all off. It was far too late for Esme to drive all the way back to Port Townsend and she hadn't gotten enough of her son yet anyway. She took the wheel of her Volvo and followed Edward home to Covington.