AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Okay, it been too long. And I'm jumping ahead a few days in this chapter. Real life is kicking my sister's butt at the moment. We will all get to see what goes on in Edward and Jasper's intimate lives at some point, I just can't say when. You will always get some Edward and Jasper in this story. As I progress ahead, there might be some E&O spoilers.
As ever, big hugs and much fondness to my girls, Maureen, Rebecca, Kate and Miss Pauline.
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WARNING:
This story is intended for an adult audience! There is crude speech, hate speech and adult sexual subject matter of a homosexual nature. If you are under 18 stop reading now!
AU/AH/OC
All character names from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. The similarities end there.
Chapter 46: All Hallows Eve
Seth woke up alone that Saturday morning. He had a vague memory through the fog of sleep of Garrett kissing his forehead, lips and balls, but he didn't know when that was exactly and Garrett wasn't here now. It was no matter. Seth knew exactly where his husband was.
"Rrrah!" Seth stretched and sat up. He slid out of the bed and walked into the master bath where he brushed his teeth and spent a good while fighting a brush through his hair. Satisfied for the moment, he walked out into the bedroom, paused just long enough to pull a loose pair of sleep pants from a dresser drawer and step into them, and then headed out into the house as he pulled them up. By the time Seth reached his kitchen, he knew just what he wanted to do. He pulled a plastic shopping bag from a drawer and opened the huge refrigerator.
"Let me see," Seth began to pull items out of the fridge and pack them into his bag. A package of grape tomatoes from the windowsill above the sink and he had everything he needed. Almost. Seth stuck his feet into the flip flops he had left under the kitchen table and headed for the front door. His keys awaited him where he left them in the crystal bowl on the round table in the center of the round entry hall. Seth plucked them up and walked out his door, making sure it locked behind him. An elevator arrived promptly and Seth stepped into it. He didn't care at all that he was dressed in only pajama pants.
"Good morning, Mary!" Seth called out as soon as he opened Emmett and Nasir's door with his own key. There was no response and he didn't really expect one. Seth deposited his groceries in the kitchen and headed for the bedroom.
Emmett was just where Seth expected to find him. His best friend was naked, uncovered and sprawled across the king bed on his back with the fur of his abdomen stuck to his skin.
"Morning," Seth climbed onto the bed.
"Morning, Sweetie," Emmett smiled and moved a hand to rest it on Seth's thigh.
"You look like a fucked out rag," Seth appraised.
"I am a fucked out rag," Emmett agreed.
"You smell like one too," Seth moved to lay on his stomach at Emmett's side, propped up on his elbows. "Glad to be home, is he?"
"Not half as glad as I am to have him home," Emmett stated.
"I thought you would have done this last night," Seth shared.
"I went to the airport to pick him up," Emmett informed.
"Ah," Seth got it. "But you didn't drive."
"No," Emmett confirmed.
"And you couldn't wait till you got home," Seth finished.
"I know. I get like a crazed teenager. If I had a full time husband, like you do, I wouldn't get so crazy," Emmett expressed.
"I know, Emmy," Seth patted Emmett's arm. "You say I'm the strong one, but I couldn't do what you do. If Garrett was gone like that, I would be a wreck."
"It's not easy, but it's not forever," Emmett looked on the bright side. "That's what I keep telling myself anyway."
"Do you have an onion?" Seth asked seemingly out of the blue.
"A what?" Emmett didn't follow the left turn.
"An onion. Grows in the ground. You buy them at the grocery store," Seth explained. "Do I have to explain what an onion is to you?"
"I know what a fucking onion is," Emmett stated. "Normal people borrow a cup of sugar."
"I don't want to borrow it. We're going to make breakfast. We need an onion and I'm out. Get your cummy, sticky ass in the shower and come help me," Seth bid. "He obviously licked your cum off you."
"After he fucked it right out of me," Emmett informed.
"And came inside you?" Seth smiled.
"Right after that," Emmett confirmed.
"I'm glad you had a good morning," Seth laid the side of his face against Emmett's pec.
"I had a damn good night too!" Emmett expressed. "I sleep so much better when he's in our bed with me. When I can hold him in my arms, I'm just at peace, you know?"
"I do know, Emmy. I really do," Seth commiserated.
"But I had an even better morning. That's how I like to welcome my man home," Emmett gave a contented sigh.
"Okay, now get your lazy ass up!" Seth commanded with a smack to Emmett's shoulder. "You need to shower. We need to cook!" he hopped off the bed.
"Did you take a shower already?" Emmett sat up.
"I'm not the one who smells like an overworked rent boy," Seth declared.
"Okay, time for a shower," Emmett slid off the bed and deftly bent to take Seth over his shoulder.
"Hey!" Seth protested as Emmett picked him up. "Don't you dare!" he braced his hands on Emmett's lower back as the much bigger man carried him into the bathroom. "Emmy, I'm warning you!"
"I took a shower with Jasper. I can take one with you," Emmett leaned into the shower enclosure and turned on the water.
"I am not taking a shower with you!" Seth made a fist and hit Emmett's back. "Put me down!"
"Okay," Emmett was agreeable. He stepped into the water and set Seth down on his feet.
"You. Big. Oaf," Seth glowered up at his happily grinning best friend as the water streamed over him. "These are soaked," he slipped his sopping wet lounge pants down and threw the heavy wad out onto the bathroom floor.
"Oh, yeah. You shoulda took those off," Emmett advised as he stepped further into the water to get his hair wet.
"Well, thank you for that sage advice! I wasn't coming into the shower. I don't need one," Seth stated.
"Oh, you don't ever need a shower?" Emmett poured shampoo into his palm.
"I don't right now! And now what am I going to do? I don't have my shampoo," Seth complained.
"Alterna Caviar," Emmett handed Seth the bottle. "What could possibly be your complaint?"
"Fine," Seth took the bottle and poured a generous amount into his hand. Emmett rinsed, conditioned and soaped his entire body before Seth was done washing his hair.
"Does it normally take you for freaking ever to wash your hair?" Emmett ribbed.
"I have a great deal more hair than you do, Mary," Seth pointed out. "Look out," he bumped Emmett with his butt to get into the water and rinse his hair. "Do you have conditioner?"
"Right there," Emmett pointed. "Did you think we had two bottles of the same shampoo in the shower?"
"Oh, give me that," Seth snatched it up. Emmett rinsed himself while Seth applied the conditioner to his hair. He then stepped out of the shower and left it to Seth. Emmett pulled his towel from the rack and dried his hair and body.
"I'll get you a towel," Emmett called as he cinched his towel about his waist and headed for the laundry room. Folded fresh towels were stashed on the one of the shelves above the washer and dryer. Emmett retrieved one and by the time he returned to the master bath, Seth was ready for it.
Seth shut off the water and stepped out of the enclosure as Emmett handed him his towel. "Thank you."
"There. Now we're both ass lickably fresh," Emmett spread his arms.
"You're gonna hafta get Nasir to do that," Seth bent to dry his legs.
"I didn't mean you, ya goofball," Emmett turned to his mirror.
Seth leaned over to let his hair fall forward and wrapped his towel around it. "There," he flipped it back as he stood up straight. "Now," Seth put his hands on his hips, naked save for his wrapped hair, "what am I meant to wear since you threw me in the shower still dressed?"
"Anything long would be way too long," Emmett considered. "I can get you a pair of boxers. We'll both put on boxers. How about that?"
"Do you have any boxers that won't just fall off me?" Seth asked as he followed Emmett out into the bedroom.
"Let's find out," Emmett pulled open a drawer. "Oh, these shorts have a drawstring. Wear these," he handed Seth a pair of cut off grey fleece sweat shorts and pulled out a regular pair of loose boxers for himself. Both men bent to step into them and pulled them on.
"Okay, what are we cooking?" Emmett asked as they headed out of the bedroom.
"Breakfast burritos," Seth informed.
"Oh, fun," Emmett nodded. "Our guys will like that."
"So do you have a damn onion or not?" Seth was still waiting for an answer to that question.
"Of course I have onions," Emmett led the way into the kitchen. "What did you bring me?" he started to unpack the bag Seth had brought with him. "A dozen jumbo eggs. A nice big tube of turkey sausage. Tomatoes. A red bell pepper. Green onions. Bag of four cheese Mexican. Two avocados and flour tortillas."
"We'll need sour cream too," Seth stated.
"Got it in the fridge. Let's get choppin'," Emmett pulled out his two chopping boards. "Hey, put a pot of coffee first, would you? What made you want to do a burrito for breakfast?"
"Just sounded good," Seth measured out the coffee into the filter and placed it in the machine. He filled the reservoir with water and turned it on.
"It does sound good. It sounds delicious in fact," Emmett peeled the onion he retrieved from the pantry cupboard. "They'll be fun to make too. Just makes me think Roberto is rubbing off on you a little bit."
"I did think of him," Seth confessed as he unwrapped and pulled the towel from his head. He let his wet damp fall down over his shoulders to finish drying in the air and threw the towel onto one of the chairs at the breakfast bar. "He stops by every tuesday," Seth started to work on the pepper.
"For what?" Emmett bit.
"To rub one off on me," Seth delivered his punch line and snickered.
"Oh, as if!" Emmett laughed as he diced. "I don't know if it's you making me cry or this onion."
"Don't cry, Emmy," Seth leaned his head against Emmett, but almost as quickly stepped away. "Shew! That is a strong onion."
"I'm sayin'," Emmett wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "What time is it?" he wondered aloud even as he turned to look at the microwave to get the answer. "Yeah, they should be back soon. I'm gonna start cooking," Emmett set down his knife and pulled a large sauté pan from the lower cupboard beside the stove.
"Should we just throw everything in together?" Seth asked.
"I think so. Let me just get the sausage broken up," Emmett turned on the stove and cut open the meat tube. "I haven't heard from Edward or Jasper, have you?" he enquired as he placed the meat in the pan.
"No," Seth was unconcerned.
"You think they're okay?" Emmett queried.
"I'll know for sure when I see them tonight, but I think so," Seth gave a nod. "I mean, I know seeing James must have stirred up some unpleasant memories and feelings for Jasper, but he's with Edward now. Edward will take care of him. He's safe with Edward and he knows that. The way I see it, it can only bring them closer."
"I hope you're right," Emmett expressed.
"You say that like there's a possibility I might not be," Seth smirked.
"Oh, sorry. Forgot who I was talking to," Emmett gave a dimpled grin. "I'm gonna throw in the onions and peppers now."
"I wish they would hurry up and get back. I haven't seen Nasir in a month!" Seth lamented. "I miss my brother-in-law."
"He feels good all over," Emmett assured.
"I'm sure he does!" Seth laughed. "It's so nice that he can stay home this week."
"Well, he has that court thing on Wednesday," Emmett reminded.
"Oh, right. His Asylum Hearing," Seth nodded.
"Gives him a convenient excuse to stay here and work from home for the week," Emmett commented.
"Yeah, that's a good thing," Seth agreed. He heard the key in the lock and dropped his knife. "Yay!" Seth bounced out of the kitchen.
Nasir opened his door and as he walked into his home, Seth flew into his arms. "Sethy!" Nasir dropped his gym bag and wrapped his arms around the smaller man.
"I'm so glad you're home!" Seth pressed the side of his face into Nasir's sternum. Nasir, like Garrett, wore a sweatshirt and shorts with his sneakers.
"I am so very glad to be home with all my loved ones," Nasir held Seth's body and head to him. "But let me look at you. It has been so long!"
Seth let go of Nasir as the Arab moved him to arms length.
"Handsome and sexy as ever," Nasir smiled warmly. He ran his fingers through Seth's hair at the side of his face. "Your hair is wet. And you are wearing my shorts."
"I accidentally took a shower," Seth informed.
"I would love to hear how one accidentally does that," Garrett toed off his sneakers set his gym bag down behind Nasir.
"That was my fault," Emmett took responsibility from the doorway of the kitchen. He came forward to give Nasir and Garrett a kiss on their lips.
"And let me give my Emira a kiss as well," Nasir took Seth's face in his hands and give him a kiss on his lips twice.
"I'm gonna let that go, 'cause I'm so happy to see you," Seth smiled.
"What smells so good?" Garrett asked.
"Come have a coffee and watch us cook," Seth bid. Emmett returned to his stove while Nasir and Garrett took seats at the breakfast bar. Seth poured them each a cup and prepared them to their liking.
"I'd ask you how your game was, but I already know," Seth served the tops their coffee.
"Thank you, Sweetness. I didn't break a sweat," Garrett boasted as he took a sip of his coffee.
"Yes you did," Nasir disagreed.
"My dearest friend was in, shall we say, less than top form," Garrett elaborated. "I ran circles around him. Must be the rich, decadent lifestyle of Italy."
"Or the man he fucked into a limp rag this morning right before he went out to play with you," Seth offered another explanation.
"I didn't smell sex on you this morning," Garrett commented. "And in the enclosed space of the McLaren, I would have."
"I took a shower before we left," Nasir informed.
"You showered before you went to the gym?" Seth asked as he started to chop the green onions.
"I did not want to walk in smelling like a camel," Nasir stated.
"Well, I showered with Emmy, though, not of my own free will," Seth revealed.
"I showered with Garrett," Nasir put his hand on his best friend's shoulder. "Though, not in the same stall."
"We always take stalls across from each other so we can talk," Garrett added. Mischief crept into his eye. "And so we can watch each other."
"I soap my cock while I watch him," Nasir played along.
"I can't imagine why," Garrett feigned ignorance. "I turn away from him when I bend over to wash my toes."
"Ha! Careful, Honey," Seth warned.
"If you're looking to get fucked, Garrett, my husband can show you the face of God," Emmett asserted.
"Oh, I know," Garrett agreed with enthusiasm. He worked hard to remain straight faced as both Emmett and Seth froze with wide eyes. "You've said so many times, Emmett," Garrett delivered his punch line and they all laughed.
"So, tell us about Italy," Seth urged. "I want to hear every little thing."
"Sethy, it is beautiful there," Nasir nodded.
"Yeah, I got your text," Seth agreed.
"The towns on that coast are vertical, which takes some getting used to. And everywhere you go has an incredible view," Nasir described. "I told Garrett, everywhere is the freshest and most delicious seafood!"
"Like here," Seth surmised.
"But nothing like here. It is completely different. Different things, done differently," Nasir stated.
"Like what?" Seth tilted his head.
"Like, here we have cold water things. Oysters, the best salmon in the world, excellent tuna." Nasir explained. "There, it is warm water, Mediterranean things. Octopus, squid, shrimp. I had a salad with baby squids that was unbelieveable."
"I don't know if I would like it," Seth made a face as he considered.
"When we go, and we will all go when my hotel opens, you will love it," Nasir promised. "Oh, Sethy, I wanted to tell you, the cheese!"
"Cheese in Italy, huh? Who woulda thought?" Seth teased.
"No, the mozzarella! They make it from buffalo milk," Nasir was excited to share this. "It is so smooth and creamy. It is incredible. I could not wait to tell you about it. Every time I had it, I thought of you."
"You did?" Seth didn't get it.
"They have buffalo, just like your people!" Nasir enthused.
"Oh!" Seth laughed. "No they don't."
"They do! They told me," Nasir insisted.
"What people call buffalo, what my people hunted in the Before Time, American buffalo, are really Great Plains bison," Seth informed. "What they have over there are water buffalo. Not the same thing at all."
"Oh," Nasir was taken aback. "I thought it was the same. When I heard the name, I just assumed."
"It's okay, Nasi. You don't have to be a buffalo expert. That's what we have this one for," Emmett stuck his finger in Seth's ear.
"Watch it, Mary. You do see me holding a knife," Seth warned.
"I'm gonna crack the eggs into this now," Emmett ignored him. "You about ready?"
"I'll pop the tortillas in the microwave," Seth opened the package.
"Anyway, the seafood is wonderful. The cheeses and sauces and pasta are wonderful. Lighter and fresher than elsewhere in Italy it seemed to me," Nasir went on. "But I had it so much that when I found a place with veal on the menu, I jumped for it. It was the best veal I ever had. Perhaps it was not veal."
"The veal is veal," Garrett assured.
"Well, it was very good. And the people are warm and friendly, if not overly efficient," Nasir finished.
"Here," Seth took the tortillas out of the microwave and placed them beside the stove. "Start making them. I'll just cut up the avocado real quick."
"How nice to come home to breakfast our guys made for us," Nasir smiled at Garrett.
"Particularly considering their attire," Garrett added.
"When we got out of the shower, Emmy said we're ass lickably fresh," Seth recounted.
"I'll be the judge of that," Garrett stated.
Emmett pulled his boxers down in back to expose his butt. "Whenever you're ready, Garrett."
"I will check that one," Nasir pointed at Emmett and then to Seth. "You check this one."
"Deal," Garrett agreed. Emmett passed plates with a stuffed and folded burrito to Seth and he finished them with sour cream, tomatoes, green onion and avocado slices.
"That looks absolutely delicious," Garrett appraised.
"Let's sit at the table," Emmett suggested as he grabbed the coffee pot to freshen everyone's cups. "So, what's the plan for tonight?" he asked as he sat down as well. Nasir moved his foot closer to Emmett and Emmett put his on top of Nasir's.
"The first crew comes to transform the house at five. The catering staff will start setting up at seven, and people should start arriving by eight or so," Seth answered.
"What's the theme?" Emmett enquired further. He knew there would be one.
"As far as drinks go, the cape cod, bloody mary or punch thing didn't work out as well as I had hoped last year," Seth stated. "There will be punch though. It'll be much better this year. It has two bottles of champagne, one bottle of vodka, a two liter bottle of ginger ale, a frozen pink concentrate lemonade and a frozen raspberry lemonade, and a big tub of raspberry sherbert."
"That actually sounds really good," Emmett nodded. "I assume you won't be pouring the cristal into that though."
"Oh! Certainly not," Garrett confirmed with a laugh. "The staff is bringing Korbel or something like that."
"What about the vodka?" Emmett enquired.
"I won't use cheap vodka," Seth stated. "That's guaranteed to give everyone a headache. We'll use the Kettle One."
"This punch sounds like it packs a punch," Emmett assessed.
"It does. And then this year there will actually be a menu at the bar. In addition to the punch, we'll serve Jack-O-Lanterns, Zombies and Dracula's Kisses. And we have Sam Adams Harvest Pumpkin Ale and of course Emmy's Spaten Oktoberfest, and Strongbow hard cider," Seth added.
"And the food?" Emmett asked.
"Let's see," Seth tapped his chin. "We'll have Duck confit bites, portlock salmon, jumbo cocktail shrimp, chestnut tarts, bite sized quiches, hummus with tahini and pita sticks," he gestured to Nasir. "There'll be four different patés, chicken liver and cognac, goose liver with truffles, mushroom with champagne and spinach with roquefort. I can assure my Arab brother-in-law, there will be no pork in any of them. And we'll have candy corn parfaits, pumpkin flan, and various other yummies. We'll set out a buffet on the dining room table again."
"What, no pipe organ this year?" Emmett teased.
"It wouldn't go with anyone's costume this year," Seth informed.
"It all sounds wonderful," Nasir endorsed.
"What a nice treat this was," Garrett finished his burrito. He set down his fork and wiped his mouth with his napkin.
"What do you guys have planned for the day?" Emmett queried.
"I brought some work home, actually," Garrett revealed. "Several portfolios from the New York office that should be doing better than they are."
"Oh, Honey," Seth reached to take his husband's hand.
"It'll only take a couple of hours," Garrett promised. "They cooked, Nasir. Shall we clean up?"
"Yes," Nasir agreed with a nod. All four of them rose and took their plates to the kitchen. This time Emmett and Seth took seats at the breakfast bar to watch their men in the kitchen. Garrett took the lead as he always did, as Nasir was next to useless in the kitchen in any capacity. There was only the one pan to wash and it took no time at all to put the kitchen back in order.
Garrett walked around the counter to where Seth sat on the end barstool. "Oh," he commented appreciatively as Seth swiveled to face him. "I must say, I really like these shorts on you," Garrett ran his hands up Seth's thighs.
Seth sat with his legs spread and the python that lurked in his shorts laid in clear view in the left inside leg.
"Emmett gave you these?" Garrett asked.
"He did," Seth confirmed.
"What did you wear down here?" Garrett questioned further.
"Lounge pants that are now drying in their bathroom," Seth answered.
"I like the things you typically wear, because I can so clearly see my King resting in them, but I might ask you to wear loose things like this more often," Garrett shared his thoughts.
"Oh, yeah?" Seth smiled.
"Oh, yeah," Garrett confirmed.
"But why, Honey?" Seth feigned ignorance.
"Let me show you," Garrett bent down between Seth's legs. The Native American snake was so substantial even soft that Seth's foreskin did not completely cover his head. The serpent's eye looked out from it's hood and Garrett ran his tongue over it.
"Ohh, that's why," Seth leaned back as Garrett's lips encircled his penis. He gasped as Garrett's tongue slipped into his foreskin. Garrett well knew how good this felt. His ample foreskin left his head mostly covered even when he was erect and Seth did this to him all the time. Garrett had only a tiny opportunity to do this when he initiated sex and caught Seth flaccid, as he did now. He thrilled to feel Seth's big cock expand into his mouth. Garrett wanted to press his lips to Seth's body and caress his King with his tongue as the monster grew down his throat, but if Seth got fully hard they would either have to stop, or finish what they started in Emmett and Nasir's dining room.
Garrett stood up and grabbed his husband under his arms. He lifted Seth out of the chair and set him on his feet. Garrett then took Seth by the hand and led him toward the door. "Thank you for breakfast. See you at the party. We're keeping the shorts."
"Kay. See ya later," Emmett gave a wave.
"Have fun," Nasir bid.
Seth was forced to pull the shorts down lower on his hips to keep his only half hard, but hugely obvious club covered. This left the top of his dark little butt exposed and that sight only made Garrett's cock harder in his own shorts. They stepped quickly into their shoes and were out the door.
The section of the living room near the double set of French doors to the terrace had been set up as a small dance floor with the DJ's table close by. The furniture was draped with sheets and webbing was stretched everywhere to make it look like an old, abandoned manor. The bulbs in the wall sconces were changed to blood red to cast an eerie glow and give a more haunted aura. The media room had been transformed into a harem with the addition of a great many, enormous pillows that covered everything and the draping of colorful silk curtains on the walls.
Tall and lean Russian Kiril, muscular Czech Milan, identical Brazilian beauties Diego and Danillo, and short, trim, Mexican Juan were all lined up in the dining room. Their uniform this evening consisted of snug, black squarecut trunks and a white bowtie around their necks. The bones of their skeleton costumes were painted onto their skin.
Like a tiny general, a little harem boy paced before them. His loose, baggy, low crotched pants of white satin, had a six inch gold cuff at his ankles and were open on the outsides from ankle to waistband. A gold lamé sash was tied about his waist with the fringed tails hanging down from his left hip. A gold snake was wrapped around the bicep of his right arm. The little harem boy flipped his long, silken, jet black hair over his shoulder as he reached the end of the line of staff and turned back again.
"I wanted to talk to you boys because I just wanted you to know how much Garrett and I appreciate you. We know that you are all excellent at your jobs. We could not, and would not, have one of these parties without you. Each one of you is essential to us. Please know how much we value you," Seth praised. "Now," he turned again, "a word about Edward Cullen. I know that some of you have had personal, private play time with Edward, and others of you would like to. I get it. Let's be honest, he's hot. However, Edward is no longer single. I have told some of you this before. Edward is extremely taken and very much in love. His partner will be here tonight so you'll see for yourselves, but even if you so blinded with lust you can't see it, let me be absolutely clear: there will be no Edward on the menu tonight. Or ever again for that matter. That's just the way it is," Seth stopped in front of them and turned to face them. "Okay, that's all I wanted. Do what you boys do so very well and let's have a fun party."
"Yes, Mr. Seth," Milan headed for the bar.
"I very disappointed, Mr. Seth," Kiril expressed.
"I know, Kiril, I know," Seth patted the tall, blonde Russian on the small of his back as he headed for the kitchen.
"Need anything, Lightray?" Seth asked as he padded his bare harem boy feet out into the living room.
"I'm good, Cutie," Lightray stood behind the table provided for her with hands full of wires. She had a distinctly Cyndi Lauper vibe with wild, blown out blonde hair and exaggerated eye shadow. She had what looked like several hundred bangle bracelets over her fingerless fishnet gloved hands. She wore a loose rag of a top that was once a sweatshirt, now without sleeves or neck or the lower half. This left her trim midriff bare to her short skirt, leggings and sneakers.
"Okay. Juan," Seth called, "please make sure Lightray has a cocktail at all times."
"I will," Juan pledged.
"See to all of her needs, please," Seth added as he walked past the bar.
"I'll try," Juan laughed as he helped Milan set up the bar.
Seth walked on and went down the hall to the master bedroom where Garrett was just buttoning the waistband of his white satin pants. His were not open on the sides and the zipper and button were at his right hip.
"Let me get the ankles for you, Honey," Seth knelt at his husband's feet to button Garrett's gold ankle cuffs.
"Thank you, Sweetness," Garrett pulled his white satin shirt on over his head. The shirt had a neckline to Garrett's waist and left the front of his torso bare.
"I love how obvious your dick is in these pants," Seth leaned up to kiss Garrett's manhood through the satin.
"It's not too much?" Garrett asked.
"There's such a thing?" Seth stood and began to button the gold wrist cuffs on Garrett's shirt that matched the ones at his ankles.
"I might draw the line at waving my penis in my brother and sister-in-law's faces," Garrett commented.
"We all did in the hot tub in Telluride," Seth reminded.
"That was a slightly different setting," Garrett placed his arms in the holes of his knee length, blue and silver brocade vest as Seth slipped it onto him.
"Well, you can wave your cock in my face anytime," Seth stated. "Here, let me get your sash," he wrapped it around Garrett's waist on the outside of the vest and tied it like his own, at Garrett's left hip. "Now your turban."
Garrett knelt down so that Seth was able to place the sky blue, silver and gold headdress on his head. It had tails like lappets hanging down in back of the same fabric as his vest and a great, fake, fifty carat oval sapphire at his forehead.
"There, Your Majesty," Seth knelt again as Garrett stood. "Your harem boy is ready to serve you," he informed and then opened his mouth, and waited.
"Be assured, you sexy, little harem boy," Garrett took gentle hold of Seth's chin as he bent to smile in Seth's face, "I will make good use of this mouth, and the rest of you, just as soon as our guests leave."
"You've seen the harem I created out of the media room. No need to wait. Use me at your pleasure," Seth bid.
"Here they are," Emmett walked into the bedroom followed closely by his husband.
Emmett was dressed identically to Seth, though the golden snake struggled to contain his right bicep. The only real difference was in their gold. Seth's heavy Emirati necklace laid on his dark, smooth, bare chest and Emmett's even heavier cuff adorned his right wrist. Nasir was dressed identically to Garrett, though his brocade vest was red and black, and his matching turban had a great, fake emerald cut ruby at his forehead.
"Seth is on his knees. Should have known," Emmett teased.
"The better to punch you in the dick!" Seth mimicked doing so. Emmett wasn't quite close enough for him to actually do it.
"You're not any taller than that standing up!" Emmett ribbed again.
"You're going to be wearing whatever it is you're drinking, Mary," Seth threatened as he rose to his feet.
"Harem boys should not fight," Nasir put his arms around Emmett and Seth.
"Quite right. Peace is declared and let's have a drink to celebrate," Garrett led the way out of the bedroom.
"What do we want to drink?" Seth asked as Nasir walked him out of his own bedroom.
"I would like to try the punch," Garrett stated. "Have they made it yet?" he wondered aloud.
They walked out into the living room to discover Juan in the process of helping Milan make it.
"Not quite ready. Would we like a beer?" Garrett asked.
"I would!" Emmett enthused.
"Milan, will you open an Oktoberfest and a pumpkin ale, please," Seth ordered.
"And I think I'll try a Strongbow," Garrett put his hand on the bar. "Nasir?"
"Just pour me a scotch, please, Milan," Nasir bid.
"Here you are, Sirs," Milan put the bottles on the bar. Emmett, Seth and Garrett picked them up while Milan poured Nasir's Laphroaig over ice.
"Thank you," Nasir took his tumbler.
"Here's to our family being together for the important times," Garrett offered his toast.
"Here, here," Nasir agreed.
"Fuck yeah," Emmett touched the neck of his bottle to his husband's glass and the other's bottles.
"I'm glad we're all together," Seth put his arm around Nasir. "Halloween is the Highest Gay Holy Day of the year!"
"Here's a newsflash," Emmett quipped. "Everyone in this room is gay. We all know that."
"Doesn't hurt to remind the big, slow ones," Seth took a swig of his ale. "Oh, this is pumpkiny!"
Emmett took a gulp of his beer and gave a satisfied sigh. "I can taste Munich."
"Is that what you use to wash the taste of Arab out of your mouth?" Seth teased.
"No. I use my Arab to wash the taste of Munich out of my mouth," Emmett returned.
"Ha! Good answer," Seth touched his bottle to Emmett's again.
"Happy Halloween," Justin called as he and Melinda walked hand in hand into the living room from the entry hall.
"HA!" Seth's face lit up when he saw their costumes. "I love it!" he rushed to the pregnant nun. Melinda wore a pre-Vatican II style Catholic nun habit that had been custom made to be form fitting so as to showcase her pregnancy. Her husband wore black dress pants with a black Roman collared shirt.
"Did this naughty priest get you pregnant?!" Seth grabbed Melinda's arms.
"He sure did," Melinda confirmed.
"You were lucky to find one that likes women!" Seth reached for his brother-in-law.
"I see you're in your jammies, Seth," Justin teased as they hugged.
"Please. I would never wear this much to bed," Seth countered.
"Hi, Garrett," Melinda greeted as her brother-in-law gave her a kiss.
"Don't kiss my brother on the mouth, Mel. I know where his lips have been," Justin put his hand over Seth's head and pointed down.
"Oh, Justin," Melinda dismissed.
"Hey, Melinda," Emmett greeted with a very gentle hug.
"Hi, Emmett. Good to see you home, Nasir," Melinda moved from Emmett's arms to Nasir's.
"It is very good to be home," Nasir expressed.
"What would we like to drink?" Garrett gestured toward the bar.
"A beer, obviously. Mel?" Justin put a hand on the small of his wife's back.
"A cranberry juice," Melinda answered. "I love your costumes, by the way."
"Thank you," Seth rightly took the credit.
"Yeah, it's perfect for you guys," Justin agreed. "I'm surprised Seth has so much on, though."
"The night is young," Seth alluded.
"We don't have those kind of parties," Garrett countered.
"Speaking of," Seth took up. "Your costume was much more fun last year," he told Justin. "There were holes."
"Your interest in my holes is what makes me nervous," Justin made everyone laugh.
"Mr. Justin," Milan set Melinda's iced cranberry on the bar, "Oktoberfest, pumpkin ale, or hard cider," he gestured. Milan had made one of each cocktail and set one bottle of each beer on the bar beside the menu placard.
"Oh, um," Justin handed his wife her juice. "I don't like dark beer or fruity things. Present company excepted," he couldn't resist the pun. "I'll try the cider."
"We can get you a Coors if you really want one," Seth offered.
"No, I'll try the cider. Stephie loves cider so we always have it at home this time of year," Justin informed. "It'll be nice to have an adult version."
"Here you are, Mr. Justin," Milan placed the open bottle on the bar.
"Thank you, Milan," Justin picked it up and took a swig. "Hey, not bad," he nodded.
Lightray had her system ready and put on some spooky music at a volume to be heard clearly, but not prevent conversation.
"Oh, I see you got Cyndi Lauper to DJ for you!" Justin laughed.
"Don't comment on that to her, 'cause she's not actually wearing a costume," Seth explained. "That's her vibe."
"Oh, wow. Very eighties," Justin nodded.
"Where's the usual guy?" Melinda enquired.
"He'll be here, but he'll be our guest tonight," Garrett informed.
"She's a big girl, isn't she," Justin watched the DJ. Then his eyes went wide with realization. "Oh, my God. Is she a girl?"
"She is now," Seth took a swig of his ale.
"Oh, kay," Justin gave a slow nod. "Pre or post?"
"Justin...," Melinda began to chide.
"I'm cool," Justin held up his hands. "I'm totally cool. As long as they don't look like a dude in a dress, then I don't see what the big deal is. I mean, unless there's a really unpleasant surprise waiting under that dress. If they're post, is what I mean."
"Well, what difference does that make?" Emmett asked. "We don't know if she's pre or post and we're not going to ask."
"There are stages along that journey," Garrett added.
"Oh, I wasn't talking about her specifically. As a concept I mean," Justin attempted to clarify.
"So, you're okay with a transsexual as long as they're pretty?" Seth queried.
"If they look like a girl, is what I said. Straight guys aren't attracted to this," Justin gestured to Emmett. "We're attracted to this," he then gestured to his wife.
"Even pregnant and huge?" Melinda asked.
"Oh, Honey," Justin set his beer down and took his wife in his arms. "Especially then. And you're hardly showing at all."
"I might not be huge yet...," Melinda countered.
"I can't even describe to you the emotions a man feels when he looks at his wife and sees her carrying their child," Justin held Melinda. "It's pride, it's joy, it's desire, it's when a man most feels like a man."
"If he's a good husband," Seth added.
"Mine is a damn good father too," Melinda gave Justin a loving kiss on his lips.
"Thanks, Mel," Justin was touched. To know he was loved and appreciated as a husband and a father was the best feeling in the world.
"Were we talking about the DJ?" Nasir pointed.
"Oh my God, did you just catch up?" Seth grabbed Nasir's finger and pulled his hand down.
"Did she used to be a man?!" Nasir was wide eyed.
"Babe, it's not a big deal," Emmett was as surprised as anyone by his husband's reaction, delayed though it was.
"What makes a man want to do that?" Nasir could not wrap his head around it.
"You've obviously never met a transsexual before," Seth observed.
"No," Nasir confirmed.
"That you know of," Seth added.
"That I know of," Nasir agreed.
"You don't understand what would make a man want to do that, because you are a man," Seth explained. "You were born a man. You feel like a man. You are happy being a man and you are attracted to men."
"Yes," Nasir gave a firm nod, "to all of the above."
"She will tell you that she felt like a woman trapped in a man's body all of her life," Seth made a point not to look in the DJ's direction. "Until she had that corrected. For a trans person it is exactly that, a correction."
"I cannot imagine it," Nasir admitted. "It seems a most unfortunate thing."
"The discrimination they face, even from within our community, is the doubly unfortunate thing," Garrett stated wisely.
"She is also lucky to be here," Nasir thought out loud. "In my former country, she would be taken into the desert even faster than I would."
"She was born here," Seth pointed out.
"As I say, a lucky thing," Nasir nodded. "I want to give her a hug now."
"Well, don't just walk over there and do that. It would be awkward," Emmett advised.
"At the appropriate time," Nasir agreed.
"I love that I'm not the freaked out one," Justin leaned on the bar and took a swig of his cider.
"Nasi isn't freaked out," Emmett defended his husband. "This is just outside his experience."
"So, you're not opposed to man made vajay-jay?" Seth attempted to make light of the situation.
"How could I be opposed to vajay-jay, as you put it, in any form?" Justin asked. "Though, how does that even work? I mean, girls are perfect and they make fluids and such," he made a point of licking his lips to demonstrate his appreciation.
"We make fluids too," Emmett pointed out.
"Yeah, we leak a little precum, but it's nothing like the juices a woman produces," Justin stated and saw no understanding on Nasir, Emmett, Seth or his brother's faces. "Jesus, do I need to explain this in detail to you gay guys? See, when a boy and a girl fall in love..."
"Okay, thank you," Seth held up a hand. "We get it."
"It might look the same," Justin surmised. "Though I doubt it would taste or feel the same. Probably have to use some lube. You guys wouldn't know anything about that."
"Are we really going to have a lube discussion now?" Seth enquired.
"I can understand a man wanting a vagina. I want one all the time. My wife keeps mine safe for me," Justin quipped.
"This isn't yours," Melinda pointed to herself. "This is what makes me the owner of that," she patted her husband's crotch.
"Ha!" Seth found that very amusing.
"You're so right, Honey," Justin smiled and leaned to give her a soft kiss on her lips.
"Hey," Leah called as she and Roberto walked in from the entry hall.
"Ahh!" Seth shouted and bounced over to them.
Leah was dressed in a very sexy cop uniform. She had a form fitting, black, button, police style uniform shirt with the word POLICE on the left chest and sergeant stripes on the left sleeve. This was tucked into matching, tiny, very short shorts. A thick belt went around her hips from which hung a nightstick and Roberto's police issue handcuffs. The look was completed by black leather stiletto heeled knee boots and the peaked, billed cap from Roberto's dress uniform.
Leah's prisoner wore bright orange scrubs. The top was sleeveless with a deep V neck. STATE PRISONER was printed in huge letters on the back of Roberto's shirt and RL2469 was printed on the left chest. Roberto also wore an unconnected handcuff on each wrist as a bracelet.
"This is brilliant!" Seth enthused. "Though, damn are you tall now," he gave his sister who towered over him in her high heels a hug.
"Hi, little brother," Leah rubbed his bare back.
"What are you, a harem boy or something?" Roberto guessed as Seth moved to him.
"That's exactly what I am," Seth hugged Roberto. "I love your prisoner number by the way."
"I told you he would get it," Leah smiled.
"And I'd love it if you would take pictures," Seth stated.
"You want to see your sister naked?" Roberto was incredulous.
"No, but it's something I'm very willing to endure to see what else will be in those shots!" Seth enthused.
"Dios mio," Roberto shook his head.
"Hi, Sis," Emmett embraced Leah as the others descended on the new arrivals.
"Roberto," Garrett offered his hand. "What can we get you to drink?" he gestured toward the bar and Juan presented himself, ready to take their order.
"I'd love a beer!" Roberto's mouth watered at the thought.
"Ale calabaza o cerveza Oktoberfest o sidra Strongbow, Señor?" Juan asked.
"Oh, um," Roberto considered.
"Juan, get Roberto a Pacifico," Seth could see that none of those choices appealed.
"Right away," Juan dashed to obey.
"What does Milan have up here?" Leah walked up to the bar. "Han, Maske," Leah greeted her best friend with the Lakota words to which Melinda had long become accustomed.
"Hi, Leah," Melinda welcomed the hug.
"I'm sure my brother had a comment or two about you being dressed as a priest," Leah gave Justin a kiss on his cheek.
"Mostly surprise at my liking girls," Justin informed as he rubbed Leah's back.
"I'm sure. Let's see," Leah looked over the cocktail selection. "Oh, how about a kiss, Milan?"
"With pleasure, Miss Leah," Milan smiled and filled a tumbler with ice.
"That bartender's gay, right?" Roberto asked.
"There are straight bartenders?" Seth pretended like he couldn't imagine such a thing. He walked around behind Roberto, lifted the straight man's shirt up and pulled out the waistband of his scrub pants. "Leah, you let him wear underwear!" Seth complained loudly.
"And that's why," Leah stated.
"That's no fun," Seth pouted.
"Didn't stop you from looking down my pants though, did it?" Roberto gave a grin.
"I'm not a top. If I were really trying to have fun, I would have looked down the front!" Seth pointed out.
"Look out!" the shriek captured everyone's attention.
They all turned to see Maggie prance on her high heels in an exaggerated manner into the living room.
"Everyone, look out!" Maggie cried. A gangster wielding a tommy gun jumped into view from the entry hall and brandished the weapon.
"Alright yous mugs, hit da doyt!" Rosalie commanded and let loose with the tommy gun. It was a very realistic looking prop and made a very realistic shooting sound when she pulled the trigger to spray them with bullets.
Maggie wore a flapper costume of short, sleeveless black dress with layers of black and gold fringe. She held a fifteen inch long cigarette holder with no cigarette and a mesh of gold chains formed a web around her head with gold beads that dangled down over her shoulders. A long and thick black feather boa completed her look. Her partner and perfect counterpart wore an oversized, double breasted pinstriped suit with a black dress shirt and white necktie. The hatband of her enormous black hat that hid her golden hair, matched the tie. Rosalie wore men's black dress shoes complete with white spats.
"Yay!" Seth clapped. "What an entrance!" he praised and ran to them.
"Too bad Seth don't get into these parties much, Gar," Justin teased.
"He is very much in his element," Garrett smiled as he headed after his husband.
"I love your costumes!" Seth gushed. "This is even better than last year!" he gave them both a hug.
"Maggie, Rosalie," Garrett gave them each a kiss.
"HA!" Seth clapped again as Lightray changed the music to the Godfather theme.
"Su cerveza, Señor," Juan present his tray to Roberto.
"Thanks," Roberto plucked the frosty cold Pacifico bottle from the tray. "And let's speak English, okay?" he patted Juan on the shoulder.
"You want a drink, Chickadee?" Rosalie asked as she gestured with her head toward Juan.
"Oh, yes," Maggie had a small black handbag with her that was just big enough to hold one thing. She produced a crystal champagne coupe and set it on Juan's tray. "Fill that up."
"You hoyd da dame," Rosalie stayed in character. "And bring me a gin on the rocks."
Juan was unsure of what exactly to do and looked to Garrett for instruction.
"We have champagne open, Maggie, or hard cider if you'd like," Garrett offered.
"Oh, the cider, but in my glass, please," Maggie requested.
"I heard there was going to be good punch," Rosalie spoke in her normal voice.
"Very good punch," Seth confirmed.
"That's what I really want," Rosalie told Juan.
"I'll be right back," Juan headed for the bar.
"Edward and Jasper aren't here?" Maggie looked around.
"No," Seth furrowed his brow. "They're coming, right? Right?"
"Oh, they're coming," Rosalie confirmed.
"And they have a surprise for you," Maggie added.
"They do?" Seth could not imagine what it might be. And that apparent lack of foresight bothered him. "What is it? Give me a hint."
"Nope. You'll see soon enough," Rosalie patted him on the top of his head.
"Damn," Seth shook his head. Try though he may, he could not divine what it was.
"It's not easy to surprise you, but you're gonna like this," Maggie was confident. And that only frustrated Seth further.
"Oh, see, it looks like champagne," Maggie took her glass from Juan as he returned. "Thank you, Juan."
"Let's try this punch," Rosalie picked up the square crystal cup by it's handle. "Thank you, Juan," she took a sip. "Oh, this is good. Wanna try, Freckles?"
"Mmm," Maggie took a sip from her wife's cup. "I might have some of that when I'm done with this."
"Hey!" Rosalie poked Seth in the shoulder. "Yous lookin' at my goil?"
"I'll have you know, my husband is a Sultan! Garrett the Wise and Beneficent!" Seth informed grandly.
"So he is," Rosalie returned to her normal voice. "Though, just by the way, that makes you his property, not his husband."
"Well, I'm his favorite," Seth declared.
"We'll see," Maggie laughed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Seth demanded. He didn't get an answer and was distracted by two new arrivals.
And most distracting these arrivals were. One was short, just a little taller than Seth, and the other was nearly Emmett's size and build. They walked in together, stopped in their tracks, unzipped their matching black leather motorcycle jackets, and shed them. Dane and Tony were both shirtless beneath and both wore tight, low rise, black jeans. Dane had an Egyptian collar pectoral necklace of faux lapis, turquoise, coral and onyx with carved faience scarabs that laid around his neck and over his shoulders. His skin was even more pale than usual from the careful application of makeup over every exposed inch. Tony's costume consisted of a movie studio quality, heavy, aggressive brow that even covered most of his nose, thick dark hair down the sides of his face that ended just short of his chin, large pointed ears, and matching hairy patches on the back of his hands. On his massive, smooth, bare chest was only his Marc Jacobs tiny lock and keys pendant that Dane had gotten him. Dane's matching one hung around his neck from beneath his beaded Egyptian collar.
Lightray was ready for Tony and Dane's arrival and quickly switched to a trac of a wolf baying at the moon.
"Creatures of the night," Seth greeted them. "And I'd love to see footage of the beautiful music you make. Again. Oh! Is it okay to hug you?"
"Yeah. It doesn't rub off," Dane rubbed his arm to demonstrate. "I'll have to shower to get it off," he added as he shared a hug with Seth.
"Something tells me you'll sweat it off later," Seth pulled back. "And speaking of, I see you found a big, hunky wolfman to suck."
"Hey, Cutie," Tony leaned down to give Seth a kiss.
"Oh, and matching fangs too, I see," Seth noticed. "Nice."
"The better to suck him with," Dane bared his fangs at Tony.
"My, what big ears your wolfman has," Seth observed.
"The better to hear my victims," Tony played along.
"And what big muscles he has," Seth continued.
"The better to subdue my victims," Tony answered.
"And what a big bulge in these jeans," Seth tilted his head.
"The better to feed my hot little vampire," Tony ran his thumb gently across Dane's chin.
"I'm sure!" Seth laughed.
"And say, Seth, I love these pants you're almost wearing," Tony leaned to run a hand inside the open side of Seth's pants and caress his left butt cheek.
"We want our hot tops to have easy access," Seth made no objection.
"Paws off, wolfman! That's mine," Garrett stated in a stern voice as he approached them. Then a friendly smile broke out on Garrett's face. "Hi, boys."
"Fuck," Seth moved his hands to cover himself. "He just made me hard!"
"I know. Me too a little bit," Dane agreed. Seth wasn't actually hard himself, but hung more heavily and noticeably in his thin, loose, satin pants.
"Hey, Dane," Emmett bent to give Dane a kiss and shared an embrace with Tony. "Tony, I hear we're hung a lot alike."
"Oh, yeah? Who examined both of us?" Tony asked.
"No one that I know of. It's from pictures," Emmett explained.
"That's no good," Tony shook his head. "Someone is going to have to examine us side by side," he decided.
"Nasi," Emmett called.
"Not him. One of these hot little bottoms," Tony gestured.
"May I escort all of you gentlemen to the hareem?" Seth gestured grandly.
"I don't think so," Garrett stepped to Seth's side and put his arm around Seth's bare shoulders. "The harem is the private playground of my fellow Sultan and I. No tops allowed."
"You're tops," Seth pointed out the obvious.
"No other tops," Garrett clarified.
"Well, how about the dining room table? Is the food laid out yet?" Seth turned to look.
"How about we get them a cocktail instead?" Garrett proposed. "Juan," he motioned the waiter forward.
"Oh, I want to try the punch," Dane had been looking forward to it ever since Seth told him about it.
"What beers ya got?" Tony asked.
"Sam Adams Pumpkin Ale, Spaten Oktoberfest or Strongbow hard cider, Mr. Wolfman, Sir," Juan's lust for the desperately hot werewolf was plain on his face.
"I'll take a pumpkin ale," Tony smiled.
"Right away," Juan dashed to fetch their order.
"I know the sun can't hurt me," Dane reasoned. "It could never be as hot as my wolf."
"Speaking of. I've never seen such a pale, pale face," Seth commented on Dane's made up color.
"I'm gonna say hi to Rachel," Tony put his hand on Dane's shoulder before heading to greet his best friend and fellow DJ.
"Okay," Dane smiled after him.
"How far down does that go?" Seth stuck his fingers in the front of Dane's jeans.
"Almost all the way," Dane pulled the front of his pants down to reveal the beginning of his trimmed pubes. "Tony made me wear that thong he got me while Lightray made me up. He kept brushing his thumbs over my nipples while she did it too. I was mostly hard, most of the time."
"Is there photographic evidence of this?" Nasir asked as he took the liberty to brush a thumb over Dane's left nipple.
"Hey! And yes there is, on Tony's phone," Dane answered.
"Tony," Nasir headed for the DJs.
"Hey, guys," Edward and Jasper walked in, hand in hand, and stopped just inside the living room.
"Oh, this should be good," Rosalie folded her arms across her chest.
"Edward Cullen, you little devil!" Seth teased as he approached them.
Edward wore red spandex trunks and a mantle length red cape. He was shirtless beneath and had horns protruding from his head. A long, red tail with a black barbed tip protruded from the back of his shorts. Edward's look was made complete by the trident pitchfork he carried. Jasper, by contrast, was also shirtless, but wore tight white jeans that were so low rise that his trimmed pubes and crack were exposed. He had two great, white, feathered wings on his back that he wore like a backpack.
"I'm not entirely sure I approve," Seth declared.
"Of what, our costumes?" Edward was shocked. "I thought you would shit over this!"
"You both look unbelievably hot. That's a fact. What I mean is, I think there's a little devil and a lot of angel in both of you," Seth pronounced as he stretched up to give Edward a kiss.
"There'll be plenty of devil in me just as soon as the devil takes me home," Jasper spoke quietly to Seth as he took his turn with their host.
"Ha! I know that's right," Seth laughed. He took hold of their arms and narrowed his eyes as he looked into each of theirs for a moment. Both men knew their very souls were being examined.
"You guys look great together. I mean that," Seth smiled warmly. "You are great together."
"Thanks, Seth. We think so too," Jasper smiled into Edward's emerald eyes.
Edward smiled back at Jasper, lost for a moment in the clear and unreserved love in his lover's eyes. It was a smile Seth had never seen on Edward's face before their dinner two nights ago.
"Give Seth his present," Jasper urged.
"Oh yeah, Seth, we have a present for you," Edward mentioned.
"Maggie said that. What is it?" Seth asked.
"Two actually," Jasper clarified.
"Guys," Edward turned back toward the entry hall.
Troy and Zack walked in from where they had been waiting out of sight. And they were dressed exactly the same as Emmett and Seth.
"AHH!" Seth shouted. "Oh my God!" he bounced to the younger men and hugged them both.
"Hi, Seth!" Troy enjoyed the exuberant hug from the man only slightly shorter than he was.
"I love this! I absolutely love it," Seth enthused as he grabbed their arms. "But, wait a minute. You've all been keeping secrets!"
"We really haven't," Edward protested.
"When did you two know you were coming?" Seth demanded of Troy and Zack, and looked them in the eye.
"We only found out yesterday when Dads offered to fly us up for the weekend," Troy answered honestly. "I had to come meet my big brother-in-law," he smiled at Jasper.
"But, how did this happen?" Seth gestured to their satin pants.
"It was Maggie's idea," Troy enlightened. "She said she had extra material from when you two went shopping. We stopped by their place on our way to see Mom so Maggie could take our measurements. Then we picked these up on the way back."
"I am so going to kiss her face," Seth nodded his appreciation.
"She said you'd like it," Zack smiled.
"Like it? I love it. And a know a few others around here who will too," Seth stated.
"Hello, Mr. Edward," Juan presented himself to Edward and Jasper. "How may I serve you tonight?" he couldn't help himself.
"Hi, Juan," Edward greeted none too warmly. "This is my partner, Jasper," he introduced with his hand on the small of Jasper's bare back.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jasper," Juan was polite, especially when he saw the look that passed between the two men, the blonde one's inquiry with an arched brow and Edward Cullen's response with an apologetic, chagrinned expression that Juan had never seen the man wear before.
"What does Seth have you serving tonight?" Edward turned back to the waiter.
"In cocktails we have Zombies, Jack-O-Lanterns and Dracula's Kisses. We also have Sam Adams Harvest Pumpkin Ale and Spaten Oktoberfest, as well as Strongbow hard cider. And of course, the punch is very good," Juan recited.
"I'll have a pumpkin ale," Edward ordered. "Jas?"
"A Jack-O-Lantern for me, please," Jasper smiled.
"Guys," Edward called to Troy and Zack, "a cocktail, a beer, hard cider or punch?"
"Punch, Zacky?" Troy asked his partner.
"Yeah, punch for us," Zack agreed.
"Right away," Juan smiled and departed.
"Oh, Seth, Maggie said you would know what this means," Zack held up the tails of his sash to show Seth.
"Ha!" Seth bounced up and down in his excitement. He lifted the tails of Troy's to check and sure enough. "Honey!" Seth called. Maggie had even taken the extra step, just as she had done with his and Emmett's sashes, to line them with the brocade to match their Sultan, and she had chosen for them.
"Leo, Zack," Emmett stepped into their midst with warm hugs for each of them. "More harem boys!"
"And look, Emmy," Seth showed Emmett the lining of their sashes.
"Ohh," Emmett got it.
"Zack, Leo, what a pleasant surprise," Garrett had a hug for both of them as well.
"Hi, Garrett," Zack hugged his former employer.
"Oh, now I get it," Troy put it together as he noticed Garrett and Nasir's vests.
"Yeah, see?" Seth held up his sash beside Troy's. "You belong to my Sultan."
"And this one belongs to you, Nasi," Emmett turned Zack toward his husband.
"Yes, very nice," Nasir stood back and gave his newest harem boy careful scrutiny. "A bit thin perhaps, but he will do nicely."
"Hey, wait a minute," Zack began to protest.
"Did they neglect to mention that harem boys are property?" Garrett ran a hand over Troy's bare shoulder. "Leo belongs to me now, Zack. I'll take good care of him and I know Nasir will take good care of you."
"The Sultan we serve is a fantastic top," Seth put his arm around Troy. "You'll be very happy."
"Did I mention that I'm a top too?" Zack reminded Nasir and Emmett.
"Not anymore, you're not," Emmett advised Zack. "Not when this Sultan gets through with you."
"Hmm," Nasir reached inside the open leg of Zack's pants to caress a butt cheek. "Oh yes, very nice."
"Lee, I'm afraid," Zack pretended.
"Can't we at least be together?" Troy asked.
"No. You're mine," Garrett put his arms around Seth and Troy. "Now, I intend to start with one of you and finish with the other, but who should go first?"
"Are you gonna start in our mouths and finish in our asses, or vice versa?" Troy asked with a mischievous grin.
"Ha!" Seth loved the jest. "He's gonna fit right in."
"And I won't let Nasi hurt you, Zack," Emmett put his arm over the thinner man's shoulders. "We can sixty nine while he fucks me. The first time at least."
"What if I only want one harem boy tonight?" Nasir posed while still fondling Zack's butt inside his pants.
"Then it better fucking be me!" Emmett declared.
"You are without question the most beautiful harem boy I have ever seen," Nasir assured his husband with an appreciative caress of Emmett's right pec.
"But?" Seth could see it coming.
"But I have a new plaything to enjoy tonight," Nasir teased.
"Zack, nothing personal," Emmett put his arm over Zack's shoulders and slowly drew his strong arm tight around the slighter man's neck, "but I am going to strangle you in your sleep tonight."
"Okay, Lee, now I really am afraid!" Zack reached for his partner, but Emmett held him fast.
"Nasir, we talked about this," Garrett lectured. "You can't play favorites with your harem boys. You'll start a rivalry just like this. Learn from me. I intend to enjoy both of mine at the same time," he ran a hand over Seth and Troy's chests.
"Mr. Edward, Mr. Jasper," Juan presented himself and his drink laden tray.
"Thanks, Juan," Edward picked up both his bottle and Jasper's cocktail.
"My pleasure," Juan continued on to deliver Zack and Troy's punch.
"Oh, Jas, there's Leah and Roberto," Edward handed Jasper his drink. "I'll introduce you," he took Jasper's hand and led him through the talking people.
"Hey, Mano!" Roberto's face lit up when he saw Edward. He immediately pulled Edward into a manly no hip contact hug and patted him on the back.
"Hi, Roberto," Edward smiled as he just held the detective. It was easy to see how much these two men respected and admired each other, and it made Jasper smile as well.
"I want to introduce you to my guy, Jasper," Edward pulled back. "Jas, this is Leah's fiancé, Roberto."
"Jasper! Nice to finally meet you," Roberto offered his hand. "I feel like I know you already, the way your man talks about you."
"I've heard lots of good things about you, Roberto. Nice to meet you as well," Jasper earnestly shook the straight man's hand.
"You know my lady?" Robert put his hand on Leah's back.
"We met at Seth and Garrett's wedding," Jasper extended his hand to Leah. "Though, we didn't have much time to talk."
"No, we didn't. Nice to see you again, Jasper. And nice to see you with Edward," Leah expressed as they shook.
"It's very nice to be with Edward," Jasper expressed. He looked into Edward's eyes, "At long last."
"Jasper, you should be very proud of your guy. He does so much to help the Seattle gay community," Roberto praised.
"I am very proud of him," Jasper stated.
"I can't take all that credit," Edward protested. "I don't really do anything. And it's not the whole community."
"No, but it's the people who need help the most," Jasper took Edward's hand.
"You should see this guy in action," Roberto put his hand on Edward's shoulder. "He's so caring and compassionate. And it don't matter if it's a gay man or a straight woman that got battered. He's all in to help, no matter what. It don't matter to him."
"Because it doesn't matter," Edward stressed. "No one deserves to be hit, most especially by the person who professes to love them."
"You're both heroes," Leah rubbed Roberto's back.
"I just do my job," Roberto shook his head. "I lock bad people up and gather as much evidence as I can so they'll stay locked up."
"Is this Jasper?" the nun enquired as she and her priest joined them.
"Sure is," Leah confirmed.
"Jas, I don't know if you met Garrett's brother Justin and his wife Melinda," Edward introduced.
"I remember meeting you both at Seth and Garrett's wedding," Jasper shook hands with Justin first. "And your sweet little daughter."
"Oh, yeah?" Justin did not remember it. "I was Best Manning that night."
"I remember. Stephanie liked your hair!" Melinda took and just held Jasper's hand.
"She did," Jasper chuckled.
"It's so nice to see you again," Melinda expressed, still holding Jasper's hand. "And even nicer to see you with Edward. He's a good man and deserves to be happy. We've never seen him so happy as he is now with you."
"Thank you. He makes me equally happy," Jasper smiled.
The two building elevators began to do double duty delivering guests to the top floor. Garrett might have invited a few of his employees from the bank, as he had done last year, seeing as he was dressed somewhat less revealingly this time, but he could not do that without inviting the two men who had gone home with Leah, and he was not about to put Leah and Roberto in that uncomfortable position. Seth and Dane's editor, as well as others from the Seattle Gay News were present as well along with other friends.
One elevator car in particular brought a cheerleader and her football player, along with two zombies. The living dead were friendly and amiable, and very un-zombie like as they chatted with the other party goers on the ride up. The elevator doors parted and they walked across the small penthouse lobby into the open double doors of the party.
"Well, ain't you two girls just the belles of the ball," the football player noted with a big grin, his hands inside the open sides of both Zack and Troy's pants.
"Moose!" Zack grabbed his best friend in an exuberant hug. "Oof!" he was nearly crushed by his bigger and stronger friend's bearhug.
"Good to see you, buddy," Moose let Zack go. "C'mere, Leo," he grabbed Troy's hands and did the silly, over the top greeting that had become the norm with his best friend's partner, by leaning down, puckering up, and giving Troy a quick peck on the lips. Troy was expecting it and puckered up himself, all too ready to give the big, straight guy a kiss.
"There," Moose rubbed his chin where the hair on Troy's chin had touched him. "Had to feel Zack's ball tickler for myself."
"Moose, that's not how this works. This," Zack ran a gentle thumb down his partner's soul patch, "goes on your balls."
"That might go on your balls, but it's not goin' on mine!" Moose declared.
Zack shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Hi, Molly," he reached for his best friend's girl. "I love the costumes, by the way," Zack shared a warm hug with the cheerleader. Her Seattle Seahawk cheerleader uniform was skimpy and tight. She had on what amounted to little more than a bathing suit top and a pleated, very short skirt. Her look was made complete by her big, poofy pom poms.
"Mol said you would like 'em. I don't look too gay do I?" Moose asked with faux concern. He wore lace up white football shorts with Seahawk blue laces and 69 in big numbers on his right hip. His shirt was of very see through loose mesh and didn't meet the top of his shorts.
"You look even better than that!" Troy evaluated. "You look like a gay guy's wet dream. Hot, straight, football player! Did I mention where your dick goes while I rub this on your balls?" he stuck his chin out and ran his finger over the hair on it.
"Ha! I think I figured that out," Moose took Troy and Zack under his arms. "Hey, I don't wanna alarm nobody, but I think those zombies that came in with us, are gay," he spoke in a hushed, secretive tone.
The zombies in question, with gray skin, dark sunken eyes and bloody mouths, cheerfully bounced their way to their hosts. They both wore daisy duke denim shorts and bloody, torn up tank tops.
"Hi, Simon. Hi, Wayne," Seth greeted the living dead.
"Seth, aren't you sexy!" Simon enthused as he hugged the smaller man.
"And so is Garrett, damn," Wayne did not hesitate to run his hands over Garrett's pecs in his open shirt.
"Hi, boys," Garrett smiled. "You're dressed very cute for zombies."
"We're zombie boy toys," Wayne stated.
"And how does that work exactly?" Garrett asked.
"Yeah, do you have sex with your victims before or after you eat their brains?" Seth enquired.
"We don't crave brains," Simon gave a grin.
"We crave dick!" Wayne gave the punch line.
"Hi, guys," Emmett greeted as he and Nasir joined them.
"Oh, this party's full of hot studs!" Wayne ran his hands over Nasir's pecs just as he had done to Garrett. "And this one's furry! Fuck."
"Nice to see you again as well, Wayne," Nasir spoke as if he were not being felt up.
"Moose! Molly!" Justin called to get their attention and gestured with his head when they turned to look at him. Moose and Molly joined Justin, Melinda, Roberto, Leah, Rosalie and Maggie at the bar.
"Hi, Miss Melinda," Moose gave his boss a respectful hug.
"Welcome to the straight section," Justin bid to Moose and Molly.
"Well!" Maggie picked up her coupe and marched off on her high heels in a faux huff.
"Well!" Rosalie mimicked her wife, picked up her punch and tommy gun, and followed after Maggie.
"Hey, there's always room for pretty ladies in the straight section!" Justin called after them. When they ignored him and kept going, he just gave a shrug.
"You're an idiot," Roberto told him.
"Yeah, I kinda am," Justin nodded and took a swig of his beer.
Across the room, at the edge of the small dance floor, Tony sat-leaned on the boxes in which the DJ's equipment had arrived. Dane leaned back on him while he spoke with his fellow DJ. They saw each other often where they both worked at C89.5, and while Tony worked DirtyPop on thursdays at Neighbors Nightclub, and Ruckus Social Sundays at Grim, Lightray worked the once a month ElektroPop with Morgan McMichaels at FRED Wildlife Refuge, and had just gotten a new weekly gig at the newly reopened Country Western bar, Pony.
"Picture me in cowgirl duds," Rachel deadpanned.
"I'd really like to see that!" Tony enthused. "Dane and I were at Pony for the grand reopening."
"Yeah, wanna see?" Dane pulled his cell out of his pocket. He called up the pictures of that night and handed his phone to her.
"Oh," Rachel perused the pictures. "You look like redneck nesting dolls!" she teased and continued to advance through the pictures.
"Don't go too far or you might run into...," Dane began.
"Oh!" Rachel's eyes went wide. "Dane, where do you fit that thing in your tight little body?" she asked.
Dane just laughed as he snatched his phone back.
"I now fully understand what an Italian stallion is," Rachel nodded.
"So, Sunday Tea at Pony," Tony attempted to bring them back on topic. "Dane and I would come see you tomorrow, if we weren't all wrapped up with my family for All Saints Day."
"Oh, yeah," Dane agreed. "Can we come next week?"
"I'll be there every Sunday," Rachel affirmed.
Dane leaned his body back on Tony again as the two DJ's began to discuss the finer points of spinning music for a crowd. He just could not help himself and slowly slipped his hand behind him. Dane gently curled his fingers around the substantial bulge in Tony's jeans. His wolfman was unbearably hot. He suddenly had the fantasy of going down on Tony right then and there. Dane wanted to suck on his werewolf while he continued to converse with his best friend and in front of the whole party, while none of them paid any attention to what he was doing. Dane's thoughts made his own dick grow in his pants just as Tony's bone expanded beneath his massaging fingers.
"Shew!" Dane shook himself out of his thoughts. He was already hard and soon would start to throb and leak. "Do we all need a fresh drink? I'll go get us drinks," he shoved his hand in his pocket to disguise his erection as he moved away from Tony and headed for the bar.
"Fuck," Tony moved a hand in a vain attempt to cover his bulge which Dane had made hugely obscene.
"You two are so cute together," Rachel expressed.
"Dane is the one, Rach," Tony watched his lover cross the party.
"I see what he does to you," Rachel smiled.
"Turning my balls blue is what he's doing," Tony squeezed himself. "He's been groping and fondling me all night. I'm about ready to tear those pants off him and fuck that perfect little ass right here on the dance floor."
"That's not even what I was talking about," Rachel folded her arms across her chest. "You're in love."
"I am, Rach. I really am," Tony admitted.
"Have you said it?" Rachel asked.
"No," Tony dropped his gaze.
"Has he?" Rachel pressed.
"No! If he had...," Tony paused to consider the implications of his friend's question. "You think he's in love with me too?"
"Seth's right. You big, hunky types are a little slow," Rachel rolled her eyes. "It's obvious to everyone else. It's time you both told each other. Past time."
"I guess we've both been afraid," Tony confessed.
"I don't know what baggage he's carrying, but I know your story. He's not Scott, Tony," Rachel stated. "Oh my God, look!" she pointed.
Two more guests had arrived. One was dressed in an Edwardian style velvet smoking jacket with satin cuffs and shawl lapels. He had a red ascot around his neck within his white dress shirt, and wore black dress pants and velvet slippers. The man with him could not have been more his opposite. The taller man had long, dark blonde hair, tight black jeans with an enormous silver belt buckle, a black western style shirt with pearl snaps that he wore mostly open. This cowboy came complete with a black cowboy hat and a guitar slung across his back.
"If this doesn't call for 'Ring of Fire,' I don't know what does!" Rachel bent to her laptop.
The two DJ's were not the only people to notice these fresh arrivals. Seth stood with Garrett, Nasir, Zack and Troy. None of them noticed when Seth's eyes went wide and he gave a gasp. Seth's enthusiasm for his parties and the extension of what had seemed like an innocuous invitation at the time, just bit him in the ass.