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Rafael set his cup on his thigh and exhaled as the warm tea went into his stomach. “Man, this is so nice,” he said.
Jude smiled at him. He was sitting with his back against the pillows, cup held with both hands. He was also wearing underwear, but also a tee shirt. “It is nice. I can’t remember the last time I got to actual enjoy my darjeeling while it was hot.”
Rafael chuckled. “That’s the truth.” He sipped. “Man, it’s so weird to hear the house so quiet.”
“Yeah I noticed that too. Some part of me instinctively feels that something is wrong.”
“Why?”
“Because you know, when the kids are quiet, something is being destroyed.”
Rafael laughs again. “That’s a true statement if I ever heard one. But we can’t be on edge if we’re going to enjoy our long weekend together. Or get anything done.”
Jude sipped. “I suppose. We’re not getting much done though. We’re just lounging in bed this morning.”
“Disagree. That was the whole point of sending the kids to your parents for our anniversary weekend, was so we could enjoy some time off together – not just so we could tidy up the house. We’re accomplishing that. Hell, I’d say we even got a head start last night catching up on that sex we missed.”
“Well when you put it that way, I’m going to merge with the pillows and not reappear until my teacup is empty. And damn, you were so hot last night. I can’t believe how tight I am now. I’m gonna have to work on that.”
Rafael smirked at Jude. “You gonna wear a plug around the house for me this weekend like we did when we were dating?”
Jude blushed. “Maybe.”
“I think it’s fucking hot. You smell really nice when you’re aroused.”
“I do?”
“Absolutely.”
Jude sniffed his wrist. “I don’t smell any different.”
Rafael raised an eyebrow. “Are you aroused right now?”
“… A little. I may have been covertly staring at your bulge.”
“You are welcome to it. But we need to be ready and downstairs by noon.”

Jude blinked. “What? What for? Do we have plans?”
Rafael tried to hide the smug look on his face. “Yep. Adrian’s coming by with the sledgehammers, and his dad’s coming with to help with the electrical.”
“Sledgehammers? For what?” Jude looked so utterly confused.
“We’re demolishing that island in the kitchen you hate. And we’re also getting a new dishwasher by the way. Happy Anniversary.”
Jude stared. “No way.”
“Yes way.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep. We’re getting the island out of the way. You complain about it every day. So I couldn’t think of a better gift to you.”
Jude set his tea cup down. “Holy shit, Rafael, you’re amazing.” He cupped his husband’s scruffy face with both hands and kissed him over and over. “Thank you thank you thank you!”

Rafael put his own cup on the nightstand, snaked an arm around Jude’s waist, and pulled him on top of his stretched out form. “I’m so happy you’re happy.”
“Ah, you’re so warm. And furry.” Jude nuzzled his partner’s chest. “I’m not happy, I’m absolutely ecstatic. No more hitting the island with the dishwasher door. No more walking all the way around the island to get to the other side of dishwasher. No more loud wash cycle…. I’m in heaven. Or getting old getting excited over appliances. One or the other.”
“We’re a long way since I gave you LSD for your birthday huh?“
Jude chuckled. “Wee bit. But I’d still do LSD with you.”
“I think I know what we’re doing over Christmas.”
Jude giggled. “Have a Christmas light rave.”
“That sounds excellent. Mnnf, you’re distracting me with the way you’re moving your hips…”
“Have your balls reloaded from last night?” Jude slipped his hands between them.
“Very much.”
“I think we need to continue from last night…” He caressed Rafael through the white cotton.
“Oh hell that feels good! Yea-yeah we can definitely continue. Just remember, we have to be presentable by noon.”
“It’s 9:30. Dick first.”
“Our tea is going to go cold.”
“We can reheat it.” He circled his thumb over the tip of Rafael’s cockhead trapped under the cotton.
He hissed. “Jesus christ, I need to get these off!”
“I was hoping you were going to say that, or I’m gonna have a real hard time sucking you off.”

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“Hm.”
“What are you thinking about babe?” Saul asks, wondering what has his husband’s attention.
“I’m thinking that piece of art we bought looks like a penis.”
“…I thought that’s why you bought it?”
“…I just bought a huge piece of art that looks like a dick.”
“Can we put it over the sofa?” Saul suggests.
“You know what, that’s actually a great place for it. “But first…can you scratch my back please? Your nails feel amazing.”
“How about you put up our new art, lie down on the sofa, and I’ll not only scratch your back but give you a massage and a handjob too?”
“Shit babe, you sure how to drive a hard bargain.”
Saul chuffs through his nose. “Is that what we’re calling your dick now? Hard Bargain?”
That makes his husband laugh. “Now, now. His name is Stud, and you will address him correctly.”
Saul smiles. “I am so glad I married you. But you’re wrong. Your dick’s name is mine.”

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Thắng returns from his errand to the post office and frowns when he walks into the house. His husband is sitting in front of the muted TV, cheeks tear-stained. He’s never left for work. Hugh loves his job and hates missing a day. 
“Honey?”

Thắng

says softly. “Are you ok?”
Hugh shakes his head and exhales softly. “No.”

Thắng

glances at the TV. The news was playing. “Is this about what happened in Paris last night?”
Hugh nods.

Thắng

sits next to Hugh and brings the tissue box. Hugh appreciates it, and after blowing his nose, reaches for

Thắng’s hang.

Thắng

squeezes it tight. 
“I was just so stunned last night. Paris is just right across the Channel from us. It just didn’t seem real you know? I went to bed thinking I’d wake up and it was all a bad dream.”
“But it wasn’t,”

Thắng

says softly.

Hugh is quiet for a minute. “Marcie and her boyfriend where there on vacation. Her boyfriend didn’t make it. He was at the cafe.”

Thắng

gasps softly. “The blond she was dating?”
Hugh nods softly and pushes tears out of his eyes again. “Marcie was injured but she’s fine. Physically, at least. I saw her post on Facebook.” 

Thắng

tries to think of something to say but Hugh keeps going.
“It’s just so stupid! It’s just so pointless, so senseless! I mean – why? What does ruining her life have to do with racial Islamic extremist goals? I don’t understand. And the more I think about it, the more sick I feel,

Thắng. And I feel so selfish, cause all I can think right now is if I lost you.”
“Oh honey,”

Thắng

says helplessly, pulling Hugh into his lap in an awkward hug. “But that didn’t happen. You’re here. I am here. It’s a beautiful day here in Manchester. You can’t think of the what-ifs or you’ll go crazy.”
“I feel so helpless. Do we have any control over our lives? Or is each day a miracle that we don’t die in such random accidents?” Hugh sniffles and rubs at his eyes with a tissue.
“Maybe. I think we get into small accidents all the time, but we are incredible survivors. The chance of being killed in something severe has to be so low. I mean – we survived birth. That’s the hardest test to pass isn’t it? 
Hugh shrugs.
“If we lived in fear of horrible things happening all day then we wouldn’t live our lives at all right? I mean you have a much higher chance of dying in a car crash, but that doesn’t stop you from hesitating to get into yours does it?”
Hugh sniffles and released a ragged breath. “I guess not.”
“And no matter how safe of a driver you are, it does nothing to prevent someone from senselessly plows into you. The best thing you can do is just be safe every day and be grateful for what you have, and accept what is out of your control. That’s all you can do. Some things are just out of our control.”
“I’m so sad for Marcie,” Hugh replies. “I don’t know if she’d be comforted by those same words.”
“The guilt over the what-ifs will be hard. Nothing will take that pain away. Only time will lessen it. Supporting her and letting her know she’s not alone in her grief is the best comfort we can give her.”
“I feel silly crying for a man I barely even knew.”

Thắng

clucks. “I’m sure his family wouldn’t feel that way. Also, I think, part of you is mourning for Paris too.”
Hugh snuggles against his husband and sighs. “I love you so much. If anything happens to us, I want you to know that. Even when we have fights and I hate you for two seconds, I still love you.”
“I love you too, Hugh.”
“Can we do something for Marcie? or her boyfriend’s family?”
“I think that’s a very nice thought, Hugh. Let me go talk to her on Facebook and I’ll see what I can do ok?”
Hugh nods. “I think I’m going to go back to bed. I’m exhausted. I was up all night watching the news.”

Thắng looks surprised. “You were?”
“Yeah. I got up after you went to bed. I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking of the bombings in Beirut and the people in Paris. The death toll kept going up and up…”
“But it’s not going up anymore,” Thắng reminds. “The healing process begins now, right? These terrorists want us to live in the present, fear. The most defiant thing we can do is keep moving forward.”
Hugh gives Thắng a loving look. “You are an amazing person for being so positive in a time like this.”

Thắng kisses Hugh on the temple. “I’m just a regular person, Hugh.”
“Just a strong one.”
“I wasn’t always this way. Growing older has taught me a lot of things. So has being married to you,” Thắng answers.
“Good things?”
“Yes.”
Hugh squeezes Thắng’s hand. “I like being married to you too. Can you help me up? My foot’s asleep.”

Thắng helps Hugh to his feet and he shakes his foot awake.

Thắng guides Hugh to the bedroom and puts his husband back to bed. 

Once tucked away,

Thắng walks back to the living room, sits in front of the TV, and unmutes the news. In only a few minutes he begins to cry. Hugh was right, it wasn’t fair, and

Thắng would go insane if he lost him. All they could do was acknowledge their luck and keep moving forward.

Thắng

brushes the tears off his cheeks and reaches for his laptop. Moving forward and helping others will make the healing process go faster.

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