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Cade pushed his hand against Tyler’s and entwined their fingers together.
“How long do you think it’s going to take for them to notice we got engaged?”
“Hmm. My dad won’t notice at all. We could replace the sofa and he wouldn’t notice until he sat on it. My mom will probably notice when I hand her something, and will demand to know how long I’ve been wearing it. Then she’ll get angry I didn’t tell her sooner, and then she’ll start crying out of joy.”
Cade chuffed air through his nose. “That was oddly specific.”
“Well that’s what happened when my sister got engaged,” Tyler explained. “So I expect it’ll be similar. Maybe she’ll spot it sooner though; Mom’s been asking if we’ve been thinking about it, considering how long we’ve been together.”
“What did you tell her?” Cade asked.
“Well,” Tyler snickered. “When my sister asked me this, kind of snidely actually, I told her the rings we have at home don’t fit on our fingers.”
Cade guffawed. “Good lord, please tell me you didn’t tell your mother that.”
“No, she would be horrified. And I would like to keep being invited to Thanksgiving. I just told her that it’ll be time when it’s time.”

“It’d been time for a while though,” Cade said almost to himself.
“oh? Why didn’t you propose before?”
“Because it was really hard to measure your fingers, because I’m always asleep before you.”
Tyler stopped in the middle of the airport terminal. “That was the reason?”
“Yes! And you always had your hands curled up by your face or under the pillow. You made it really hard!” Cade emphasized this with a pointed finger poking Tyler’s chest.
“I apologize for the inconvenience,” Tyler said dryly.
Cade kissed him on the cheek. “You’re forgiven. I felt like a spy on a mission though. Was kinda fun. And the fact it took a while meant I could propose to you on that overnight hike, which was perfect.”
“Yeah, it was perfect. Couldn’t imagine it any other way. Hey uh what baggage claim are we at again?”

Cade glanced around the baggage terminal. “I have totally forgotten.”
Tyler looked at the digital sign. “According to this, it’s #3?”
”Uhh yeah that’s our flight alright. You know, by this time next year, our boarding passes and luggage tags will have the same last name on them.”
Tyler couldn’t help but grin. “I think we need to get some very expensive and very ugly matching luggage for the honeymoon.”
Cade smirked. “Matching? My love, we’re only going to need one suitcase for our honeymoon.”
“Why?” Tyler furrowed his dark brows.
“Cause we’re going to spend most of the time without wearing clothes.”
Tyler groaned. “Don’t say things like that when we’re going to be stuck in my parent’s house for a week in a room right across from theirs.”
Cade pulled his bag off the carousel. “Oh I thought about that. That’s why I brought the silk scarves, darling, so I could gag you with them.”
Tyler heard the lady behind him gasp at the same time he did, and it set him off in a fit of embarrassed giggles. He almost missed his bag and had to go chase after it.

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“Hi Noah, welcome home.”
”Uhhhh hi.” Noah puts his keys in the bowl on the small table next to the door. “Did I interrupt something?”
“No. I was waiting for you to come home,” Trevor answers.
“Were you?”
“Yeah.”
“You were waiting for me to come home….for sex?” Noah hesitantly asks. He can’t take his eyes off of Trevor’s ass.
“Yes. I keep thinking of that sex we had on Friday night. It was so hot, I’ve been so turned on all day thinking about it. I debating jacking off, but, I thought maybe I should wait and surprise you instead.”
“You were turned on because of me?“ Noah eyes Trevor with skepticism.
“Yeah. You were so hot on Friday night. I don’t think I ever came that hard before.”
Noah’s face turns red.
“My goodness,” he mutters. He sets down his shoulder bag; he proceeds this by taking off his jacket and hanging it on the rack. The two men look at each other. Noah is reading Trevor’s face and it dawns upon him that holy shit, this isn’t a dream. Trevor is anticipating getting laid. A boy. A cute boy. Has been waiting. All day. For him. Noah’s suddenly doesn’t know what to do.
A flash of uncertainty crosses Trevor’s face. “If you don’t want to, it’s fine, I don’t want to pressure-”
“No no, I do, I just um. My brain has derailed.” Noah runs his hand through his short hair.
Trevor smiles. “It has?” That coy smile makes Noah’s heart beat harder. How is it possible for Trevor to be so cute? It was like his kryptonite.
“Yeah. Totally derailed. I’ll, uh, go get the lube, I guess?”
“I already got it.”
“Oh. So what should I- uh- um” Noah isn’t even sure what to do with his arms.
Trevor looks amused. “Taking your pants off would be a start.”
Noah turns red again. “Oh. Yeah you’re right. Pants.” He feels like an idiot, and blames it on being distracted by Trevor’s ass. Noah undoes his belt so he can remove his slacks, and it’s at that point he realizes he hasn’t taken off his shoes.

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I step onto the grass and gawk. The heat is immense, even from here it warms my face. Black smoke rushes up to the sky. The neon orange flames are mesmerizing. I tear my gaze away to look at Drake, who is smoking casually, like he’s outside of a convenience store.
“Drake.”
“Yeah?” he says.
My throat is dry and I swallow to try and generate some spit. “What did you use?”
He takes a drag and exhales. The question lingers like the smoke in the autumn air. “Kerosene.”
I gasp. “You didn’t.” Goosebumps break out across my skin despite the inferno across the yard. “When you called me to say that the Beauchamp place was on fire, I was wondering what you were doing in this part of town, but I never… Drake tell me you didn’t.”
“No, I did.”
I feel dizzy. “Drake.” The word sound weak, helpless, and I hate it.
Drake exhales again. “It was killing me, knowing you have to drive past this house every time you go to work or your mother’s house. It also kills me, knowing that someone else is going to buy this house and live it. Someone having their kids opening Christmas presents on the same floor those assholes raped you on?” Drake clutches his fist and his knuckles turn white.
I say nothing. It feels like someone is sitting on my chest.
He exhales a ragged breath and release his fist. “The Beauchamp brothers are in jail, but they can’t arrest a house. I saw it was up for sale. Knew what I had to do. Hell, if the police hadn’t hauled the brothers off to jail, they’d find their bodies in there too once things settled.”  Drake finishes his cigarette and puts it out with his foot.
I’m not sure if I want to cry or have a panic attack. I wait for the flashbacks to come, but they don’t. Instead, I kneel down and push Drake’s foot aside to pinch the cigarette butt in my fingers. “Take this with you. They’ll think it’s evidence.”
Drake nods and puts it in his pocket. “Good thinking.”

I sit down on the grass and watch the house burn. The flames have plenty to eat and are having a splendid time. “Kinda pretty.”
“It is. I think the porch is about to go,” Drake notes.
“Yeah.” I tilt my head. “Guess someone finally called the fire department.”
Drake chuckles. “Good thing about a rural volunteer fire department – they sure do take their time.”
“Do we need to leave before they get here?”
“You should probably move your car or else you’re going to get trapped by the trucks.”
“That’s a good idea.” I don’t want to get up, but the sirens are getting louder. I jump in my car and pull it around the block. When I jog back up to the property, the fire engine pulls up. Drake has moved to opposite side of the street with other gawkers. I join him. I reach for his hand. Drake squeezes it and the warmth circulates back into my fingers. 

The porch collapses with a spectacular crash and a shower of sparks. A murmur of awe goes through the small crowd of onlookers. There’s flames are coming out of every window now. The air is ashy and acrid, but for the first time, I feel like I can breathe.
It’s going to be a total loss. What a shame.

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Damien kisses his boyfriend on the cheek. “Tanner, I choose you.”
“Aw. That was so cheesy. Wait, is that why you insisted on these outfits, for that pun?”
“Yes. Also because you’re adorable. I caught you, but you caught my eye.”
“No more Pokemon puns,” Tanner states.
“I have a list.”
Damien giggled at his boyfriend’s exasperated eye roll.

“I’m going to shock you,” Tanner threatens.
“oo baby, I didn’t know you were into that. Pika pika on the street, Team Rocket in the sheets?”
Tanner rubs his hands on the wool sweater, and touches his finger to Damien’s cheek. To his astonishment, it actually shocks him.
“Ah! You shocked me.” Damien gasps. “Oh my god, how did you do that?”
Tanner pushes up his sleeves and grins. “Don’t mess with Pikachu, baby.”

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“See Bernard? Up there, near the rock? Our property deed goes all the way up there. Isn’t that fantastic? Imagine it – our house there, next to the creek, where there will be a garden. A little barn will go there. Goats and sheep across the mountain. Once it’s built, we’ll buy some of the flock off your father and have our own place. Just us.”
Bernard sighs. “It sounds perfect, but I still don’t think the village is going to accept us once they realize we’re living together, without wives. Even though I’ve grown up here, I’m scared they’ll cast us out.”
Jean kisses Bernard’s cheek. “They will think we are odd. But we will maintain our presence based on the reputation of our fathers. And, once the housewives in town see the wool you’ve spun from our sheep, in the beautiful colors you create like magic, they will be swayed. Once they spend a winter warm in sweaters from our wool, they will change their minds.”
Bernard smiles at Jean and leans against him. “That’s the fairy tale I want. Spinning wool, fire to my back, watching you sketching into your books.”

“The fairy tale will be a true story, Bernard, I swear. And one day, there will be word from the church of an orphan who needs a home. And we will be the first to volunteer. No one will be able to argue we are not pillars of the community, even if we are odd. We can still be a happy family even if we are odd.”
“It sounds perfect. I could make love in this field every week for the rest of my life and not be tired of this valley.”
“Bernard, I will test that theory and hold you to that.”
Bernard nuzzles Jean. “Good. I want to go again.”
“Again?” Jean repeats. “Twice in a week? Won’t you get sick of the valley even faster?”
“No, I’m making up for the weeks before this when we couldn’t get away.”
Jean just looks at Bernard, helpless, and in love. He guides him back down to the blanket and moves on top of him.

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I stand back, observing him observing the painting. He’s standing at-rest in first position, and I hadn’t even told him to stand like that. I desperately want to point it out because it gives me a thrill, but I bite my tongue. I don’t want to stop see him wearing my training instead of his clothes. My eyes roam down his shapely legs, up to the curve of his ass and the slope of his back. It feels nice to see his familiar form in my vision again.
Even three days away on a business trip to Atlanta is too long to be away from my other half.

“It’s really quite fascinating how I feel I can walk into the painting. Like it’s drawing me in, and down the hallway. But I can’t actually tell if it’s a hallway or a mirror. This is really a fascinating painting. And it’s going to look perfect in that empty spot on the wall that’s driving me nuts.” Matt turns towards me and smiles. “Thank you so much, I love it.”
“You’re very welcome. I’m delighted, and relieved, that the effort was worth it.”
“How did you ever get it on the plane?”
“With great difficulty,” I chuckle. “I had to ship it as cargo. They had a parcel service you can use if your package is under 100 pounds. Very relieved the glass didn’t break.”
“As am I. You went through all that hassle to get that home. I really appreciate that. You always bring me the best gifts from your travels, but this – this I wasn’t expecting.”
“I wasn’t expecting it either,” I admit. “I walked by this gallery with some of the guys from the office when we were on our way to a lunch reservation, and it caught my eye. Came back the next day after my meeting. Second I saw it, I knew you’d like it. It has a similar style to the print in the foyer.”
Matt beams. “The fact you even pay attention to stuff like that that floors me. You’re so considerate Sir.” Matt steps over the bubblewrap and walks over to me for a hug. I embrace him, wanting his body heat against me. I kiss him. 

“Are you going to hang it up now?” I ask.
“I’m going to hang up tomorrow.”
“Oh? Why tomorrow?” 
Matt scoffs. “Why? You’ve been out of town for like three days, I’m horny as hell and I’m hoping you’ll fuck me so hard I won’t be able to get out of bed until it’s time to make dinner.”
“God,” I say through my teeth. “You are feisty and I missed it. By the way, do you remember that time we couldn’t wait and I fucked you over the hood of my car last month?”
“Yes, yes I do. Very much. The Lexus logo left an impression on my thigh.”
“I jerked off to that on my business trip.”
He giggles. “Really?”
“Really. To say you make me horny is an understatement. “
Matt press his hand between my legs. “It’s quite silly that only one of us is still wearing clothes. Come up stairs, so I can undress you. You need to be thanked for the painting.”
“How are you going to thank me with sex?”
Matt gives me a devilish look. “While you were gone, I learned some new tricks with my tongue.”
I swallow so hard it’s audible. “Uh. Yeah upstairs – upstairs and undressing is good.” I put my phone on mute and toss it on the couch.

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“Hey sweetheart, good morning. Brought you a latte. Gonna be a fun little day trip today huh? Man, I wish I could start this day trip off by fucking you in the back seat too, but there isn’t room in this rental. So, we’re gonna have to wait until we’re outside city limits and pull over. Aw, don’t pout, it hurts my heart. My balls aren’t too happy either. Ya know, I can tell you’re not wearing underwear for me though, and I love that. I can play with your dick the whole way out of town ok? Yeah, thought you’d like that. Go on and get in sweetheart. We got some kilometers to put ahead of us.”

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Jak smiles. “You’re still doing it.”
“Doing what?” Noel asks.
“Pulling back. When I kiss you in public back home, you often do that too.”
“I do?”
“You do. That’s why I don’t do it very often. I think you’re still very shy about being out in public.”
Noel digests this. “Where I grew up, it’s not very safe to be out. It’s a hard habit to shake.”
“We’re on vacation though. Is it unsafe here?”
Noel looks around. “I don’t think so.”
“Remember that lesbian couple we met at brunch? There’s probably more gay couples on this cruise than we realize. They wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t safe. And we left from Miami. Not exactly straight paradise.”
“Yeah, that’s a good point.” Noel runs his palm up Jak’s chest. Jak watches him think and circle his nipple with his finger. Without notice, Noel stands on his tiptoes and kisses Jak back. Jak makes a soft noise of surprise. He makes another noise as Noel pushes against him and pins him to the railing. Jak puts one hand on the back of Noel’s shoulder, the other on his head and deepens the kiss with his tongue. He can’t believe Noel’s been holding back so much! He also can’t believe how good his boyfriend tastes after a tequila sunrise.

Jak begins to wonders what else there is to unlock in Noel on his cruise….

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Denver passed his boyfriend a cup of coconut chai and joined him up on the bar stool.
“Thanks babe.” Hector kissed him on the cheek.
“Of course.”

Denver kissed him back. He could smell his rosemary mint shampoo and his sandalwood body oil. He picked his own mug up off the counter. “So did you have fun with the guys?“
“Sooo much fun. I thought it’d be a little boring actually, because the wood for the fire ran out a little too fast. But we raided another camp site after they left for scraps, and with them, we got enough fire going to cook some s’mores after our hotdogs.”
“How many s’mores did you eat?”
Hector giggled. “Five.”
Denver chuffed air through his nose. “You’re adorable.”
“I couldn’t help it. They’re sooo good. Don’t worry, I burned off all the sugar. We went swimming and wrestled in the surf, and after when the tide went down, we walked down the beach a bit to some tide pools. I saw an urchin! And some anemones and some crabs. There were so many crabs.”
“Sounds like you had a great time.”
“I did.” Denver sighed. “I was tired of being inside all the time cause of the heatwave, so spending an evening on the beach was heaven. Thanks for letting me spend time with my college friends. It was so nice to catch up and just be dorks.”
Denver raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his tea; he set it on the counter. “Why are you thanking me? You don’t need permission from me to hang out with your friends.”
“Yeah but like, you’re cool about it. My last boyfriend used to get jealous. Especially cause I used to date Mark for a bit my sophomore year.”
Denver bumped Hector’s ankle with his foot. “Well unlike your last boyfriend, I’m secure enough that I don’t think your friends are a threat. Mark’s married, the rest of your friends are straight.”
“Well…well, yes. Those things are all true.”
“Also, it’s healthy to have friends you spend time with, without me.

And one little beach trip with the boys isn’t going to change the fact that I’m still the one who makes you scream in ecstasy at the end of the day.” Denver looked pleased with himself.
Hector’s eyes widened a little. “Damn, it’s hot when you talk like that. Wish I wasn’t exhausted and it wasn’t so late. You’ll have to wake me up with that big dick in the morning instead.”
Denver raised an eyebrow. “It still boggles my mind that you think I’m big. I’m barely four inches.”
“Honey it does not feel like four inches.”
Denver grinned. “I am definitely keeping you.”
Hector gave him a kiss with tea-warmed lips. “Good. By the way, tomorrow morning, can we do that roleplay thing where you’re the king and I’m your new, shy, bed slave and you wake me up for sex cause I’m there to serve you?”
Denver groaned. “Fuck, I love that roleplay. I need to buy a crown.”
“I don’t think they kings wear their crowns in bed. Especially if they’re naked. I think it’s ceremonial.”
“Maybe I’ll wear a cape.”
“Why not add some royal trumpeters?” Hector suggested.
Denver laughed and mimicked a trumpet sound. “Here ye, here ye! I hearby decree – the king is hard.”
It was Hector’s turn to chuckle. “Spread the word through out the kingdom!”
”Bring the royal lube!”

They joked and drank tea until Hector grew tired and began to lean upon Denver for support. When Hector’s eyelids drooped, Denver took the mug out of his hands and helped him off the stool and off to bed.
Once his boy was asleep, Denver walked over to the mud room to find Hector’s sandy, wet clothes and take them outside to clip them to the line. The sand could be shaken out better once they were dry. One they were up, he picked up the last thing from the duffel bag, Hector’s damp hoodie, and pressed it to his face.

It smelled like fire and wood and smoke and toasted sugar and roasted meat and sea mist and salty waves and well…Hector. It sent an ember coursing through his body. Denver had not known it was possible to love a man like this.
Before summer was up he was going to need to have his own beach trip with Hector. Only this one would end with them making love under the stars, their bodies only lit with the light of a fading fire and a waxing moon.

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Otis stares at the picture for far too long and texts back. “Putting off your chores are we?”
“No, I’m done! I cleaned the floor, and now I’m rolling on it in front of the mirror. I like how I look in this jock strap, I wanted to see how it looks from the bottom.”
“It looks quite squishy in the best way possible,” Otis responds back. “The black is perfect color against your skin.”
“Thank you, I like it too. I could wear this all day, it fits so well. Although rolling on the floor makes me feel like I’m Madonna…although this isn’t quite a wedding dress. Can I have a wedding dress?” 
“You’re a rather unusual boy aren’t you?”
“LOL. Mother used to say I’m ‘special’.” 
“Your mother was right.”
“Oh oh Otis! Can I have a wedding dress? I’ll go as Madonna for Halloween!!”
“Oh dear god in heaven, Michael. Don’t- I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you – there is a strong chance you won’t make it outside until Thanksgiving.”
Michael laughs at his phone. “Well you can defile me in it first so I look properly mussed. It’ll help with the ‘80s hair. OH OTIS. You know what this means. You have to go as Boy George.”
Otis groans out loud. “No, Michael, no. Why not Bon Jovi? or George Michael”
“Because your hair is too long, you’d have to cut it. And they’re not distinguishable enough. You’re perfect for Boy George. Boy George and Boy Madonna – it’s absolutely perfect. Please please please?”

Otis was rubbing his temples when his phone rang. “Oh hi Roy…. No, no bother. I am at work, but I’m taking a break in the garden. Just talking to Michael…. Oh Michael? He’s fine, but clearly losing his mind. He wants to go as Madonna for Halloween, and he wants me to go as Boy George, which will never work …why are you laughing? No, don’t agree with him! No, we will not encourage this. …I’m sorry, what do you mean that you can go as Axl Rose? Fuck, you would be perfect as him too…”

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