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(This is a little different than most of my writing, and full of feels.)

November second is the only day of the year I know he’ll be awake before me. I stretch, wash up, and head into kitchen to look for Russel. There’s a tea bag resting in a metal ramekin. I turn toward the living room and find him leaning against the open porch door. He’s got a in both hands. It’s a bit chilly. The dawn sun is streaming, brilliant and beautiful. I wrap my robed arms around myself and walk up toward him.
“Hey,” I say, so I don’t startle him. “Good morning.”
Russel turns to look at me and smiles that sad smile. “Hey there.” We exchange a kiss.
I place a hand on his shoulder and let him contemplate the woods beyond our house.
“Do you want to leave at nine still?” I ask.
Russel nods, distant.
I pat him on the shoulder again and head back into kitchen.

When Russel was 7, he fell through ice over a pond by his house. His older brother jumped in to push him out, but he did not survive himself because he couldn’t get out.
When I started dating Russel, it was in October, so he had to explain to me why it was he turned down a date on November second.

I was the one who proposed the ritual: We get up. We eat nice breakfast. Then, I pack his brother’s favorite meal –  hotdogs and macaroni and cheese with broccoli, and Pepsi – then we drive four hours to the cemetery. Sometimes Russel’s family meets us there. Sometimes they go later. It’s hard for them too.
I lay out the blanket. Then, I sit there and hold Russel’s hand and listen to him tell Brandon everything he accomplished that year and what his brother’s missing out on. At first, it was kind of boring and awkward; but watching the passion and love pour out of Russel has taught me the importance of embracing life and enjoying time with the ones you love. Now, I talk to Brandon too.
Russel and I finish the trip by eating lunch, and then driving back home. Sometimes we’ll stop in town to see a movie, and eat out for dinner. Do something fun and cheerful.

By the time we get home, we’re exhausted and ready for bed. When November third comes? Russel is back to normal and sleeping in like hibernating bear. I have to bribe him with coffee and/or humping him to wake him up. He’s such an interesting man. There’s lots to love about him. I’m glad I married him fifteen years ago. 

I’ve often thought about what our future holds. I wonder which one of us will die first. I’ve decided, that I hope he goes before me. I don’t want him to have to sit in front of two headstones without anyone to hold his hand.

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Brazos leaned back in his chair and peered through the blinds. From his office, he had a nice view of the pool in general. It also meant that right now he could see his heart-breakingly beautiful houseboy skimming the pool. Brazos could see from here that Jack’s face was furrowed and his lips pouting. Jack skimmed and sighed and paced around the pool. A flood of guilt coursed through Brazos.

He shouldn’t have yelled at Jack. He was ashamed because it was one of the worst things the Master of the house can do – lose control. Jack looked up to him. Loved him. Pretty much worshipped him. Brazos had no business yelling at Jack. Not only was it a highly inappropriate thing for a Master to do, but it just showed you couldn’t interact with your houseboy like a rational person and had to use anger to convey your thoughts. Brazos winced at the hurt and shock on Jack’s face when he’d snapped at him. Poor Jack hadn’t even done anything wrong.

Brazos had been working at the bar in the kitchen, desperately trying to solve the problem of a chapter in his novel that was falling apart. The characters had no depth or any real personality, the plot was getting drawn out without anything really interesting happening. Brazos had sold his publisher a great idea that ended up not holding water during the outline stage, and now he was behind schedule. Brazos been wrestling with the problematic chapter when the noise from Jack emptying the dishwasher made him bark out, “Can you just be quiet please? I’m trying to work here!”

Jack threw down his towel and stormed outside. Brazos retreated to his office and watched him skim sullenly. He loved Jack with intensity – his bubbly personality, his dedication to keeping house, his natural ability to sense what a man needed to be please, his absolutely unflagging sex drive… all perfection. No, this couldn’t last.

Brazos went to the kitchen. He found some frozen peaches in the freezer – from the Farmer’s Market, of course, that Jack had frozen himself. Brazos made a peach bellini and took it outside with a beer for himself.

Jack looked up then harumphed.
“Jack, love,” Brazos said softly.
“I’ll try not to make noise,” Jack shot back.
Brazos sighed. “Honey please. I was a brute. I was mean and short tempered and I took my anger from my novel out on you. I am so sorry. It’s killing me to know I hurt your feelings.”
Jack studied him warily. “You’ve never snapped at me before.”
Brazos cast his gaze to the ground. “I feel horrible about it. The pressure with every release is getting to me. I know I’m “hot” right now or whatever, but I need a break. I rushed into this novel because my publisher wanted to keep the hype going and it’s a mess.“
Jack raised an eyebrow. “I’m …rather impressed to hear you admit you messed up and take ownership of your actions.”
“You are?”
“Yes. You didn’t make excuses. And you looked like a kicked puppy.”
Brazos scuffed his foot. “I am so sorry. I made you a peach bellini. I was hoping we could sit and talk for a bit?”
Jack smiled. “You know I love those.”
“I do. Not as much as I love you though.”
Brazos could see him blushing even at night. God he was so pretty. Brazos sighed. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Now now, don’t go from apologizing to wallowing in self pity. Doesn’t fit you.”
“What does fit me?” Brazos asked.
“That sexy confidence you wear like a badge of honor.”

The author scoffed. “Haven’t seen it lately.”
Jack considered his partner. He put the pool skimmer away on the hook and came over to take the bellini. He tried it. “Oh mmm this came out really well.”
“I’m pleased.” Brazos sat down in a lawn chair under the glow of the patio light with his beer. Jack sat across in another chair. Jack didn’t like to wear clothes in the summer, and Brazos felt so lucky to have the view he did.
“I need to take a break from writing for us.”
Jack sipped his drink. “I …I would like that. I want to take a vacation.”
“Oh that sounds nice,” Brazos said. “No rushing. Just us.”
“Yes. And somewhere we can have loud sex without anyone caring…”
“My beloved Jack, you really get me.”
Jack giggled.

We sipped our drinks.
“Jack?”
“Hm?”
“How would you fix my novel?”
Jack blinked. Brazos hadn’t ever asked him his opinion before, even though he read all of the rough drafts. “Well…” Jack began.
“Be honest.”
Jack cleared his throat. “Honestly, your main character kind of sucks.”
Eyebrows went up.
“He’s a stereotypical military GI Joe type only with zero personality besides being married to the army. He’s always escaping, always solving impossible problems, always saving the day. Women love him for no reason. It’s annoying.”
“Damn. Harsh,” Brazos joked. He took a deep swig of beer
Jack looked down.
“No no, I mean, that’s good. That’s what I need to hear. I need to hear what you really think, cause the readers will say the same things.”
“…Is it ok to go on?”
“Yes,” Brazos insisted. “Absolutely.”

Jack tapped his nails on the glass. “Well, honestly, I think it would surprise the readers if something happened to Haygen. A severe injury. A coma. He gets cocky and gets killed. Something. And Martha, who has been trying so hard to get noticed, steps up to the plate and seizes the mission. She takes over, kicks ass, etc. She’s the type of woman to get herself kidnapped to speak to the bad guy’s leader. I want to see her seduce him, fall in love by accident, broker peace, and strengthen unity.”
“…You’ve been thinking about that a while haven’t you?”
Jack nodded sheepishly. “Your main characters are never female. And they’re always needing rescue.”
Brazos chuckled at the expression he made.
“Jack… you are a wonder. It would absolutely work. It gives a reason for Martha’s frustration and makes her useful. It gives Haygen a reality check. It humanizes the other side… shit. Jack you’re brilliant.”
Jack smiled.

Brazos’s brain was already racing. “I need to go write this.”
Jack tipped the bellini toward his partner. “Go write. I’m gonna sit out here and enjoy this for a bit.”
Brazos raised his beer in salute. “To you.” He jogged back inside and began. He saved a copy of the old rough draft for prosperity, then attacked the open version. Entire chapters, gone. Characters rewritten. New scenes! New personalities! Brazos hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep at his computer until he woke up on the sofa with a blanket over him. He sat up, bleary eyed, nose tempted with the scent of waffles.

“Morning,” Brazos slurred, yawning and cracking his jaw.
“Good afternoon,” Jack corrected. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah…surprisingly. What time is it?”
“Almost one.”
“You’re making waffles that late?” Brazos asked.
“Brunch,” Jack insisted. “You hungry?”

Brazos couldn’t say no to blueberry waffles. He jogged upstairs to wash his face and scrub the stale beer taste from his mouth. When he walked into the kitchen, he was greeted with a fresh cup of coffee and the sight of Jake turning waffles wearing only an apron. Brazos’s mouth watered for special reasons. “Fuck just… come here…” He walked up behind his houseboy and pulled their bodies flush together. Brazos’s clothed cock nestled at home between the clefts of Jack’s bare ass. Jack sucked air in sharply and dripped waffle batter he was putting on the maker, but he still instinctively pushed back against Brazos. “Oh you woke up hungry and horny hm?”
Brazos stuck his hand under his apron and caressed his abs. “Where’s the lube?”
“No time,” Jack insisted. “Use the coconut oil I’m using for cooking!”

“Fine by me.” Brazos slicked up and pinned Jake against that counter with a firm push. He mewled, entire body shivering from pleasure. Brazos pulled boy’s hips back and took him in an unrelenting pace.
“Oh sweet Jesus, sweet mother of mercy,” Brazos groaned. Jack’s body was a balm to all his stress and worry. Just this perfect velvet heat…
Brazos reached for Jack’s stiff cock and pumped it as they fucked. They lasted long enough to cook the waffle on the maker. Brazos spurted first, then brought Jack to climax while still inside him. They fell across the counter, chests heaving, cum dripping on the floor.
“Oh honey, that was so hot! You haven’t come after me like that in a while.”
“I just…had to have you. Had to thank you too really. I wrote a ton of pages last night. I’m going to knock it out today.”.
“That’s my talented novelist whom I love so much.”
Brazos let his hands roam over Jack’s body again although he had already slid out of his ass. “I’m only talented because of you. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. My precious houseboy.”
Jack’s throat caught and he hiccuped. “Brazos you are so wonderful to me.”
“Well it’s only fair – …what’s burning?”
“Oh shit not the waffle!”

Brazos ate the burnt one anyway, carbonized parts and all. He loved Jack that much. Nothing Jack put effort into would ever go to waste.

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Took this photo yesterday in spirit of Halloween! Modelling credit goes to my handsome boyfriend <3

I was still buttoning my shirt as Julian thew his jacket on in a hurry. “Ok, now I can finally show you this.”“What is it?” I insisted. I was both annoyed at being teased at this mysterious ‘it’ for the last two hours and from not having a moment to enjoy the afterglow from having sex in the woods. In fact, my afterglow had been interrupted by Julian bringing ‘it’ up again. Even though we had sex in the park, I still wanted to take my time and enjoy the sin we just performed.

“Watch,” Julian said, grinning.
I crossed my arms and watched as he cupped his hands. He was concentrating hard. After a moment, there was a glow, and before I could analyze what was happening, I gasped as it puffed into a floating flame.
“Woah! Julian!” I cried.
He was absolutely beaming. “Look at this!”
“Wha – what?” I stared at the flame, then him, then back at the flame. “How are you able to do that at your age?”
“I know, I know, my dad couldn’t do it until he was in his fifties.”
“You are not fifty,” I reminded Julian. I walked opposite of him and admired the glow. It was warm. When I put my fingers near it, I felt the threat of a burn. “Woah Julian it’s …real.”
“Yeah,” he said, sort of in awe with himself. “It is.”
“But…how?”
“Well, this actually happened once before, after we had sex. And I was like, in total shock. So I went to go talk to the Elder Mage, and he told me something really interesting.”
“What?” I asked.
“well, the theory is that this doesn’t start until older age because it’s tied to changes in hormones right? Like, they think it’s tied to testosterone?”
“Yeah?” I replied. I sort of knew, but I never took fire theory as an elective in school.
Julian made the flame flicker and wobble in his hands. “They think that theory is outdated now. Every seven years the body replenishes cells right?”
“Yeah?”
“So they think at some point, the aura of the body’s energy will be different at some point from aging and pheromones… and the fire energy will sense the new energy and become active.”
I tilted my head. “I’m not really following you.”
Julian coughs. “God, the Elder Mage could explain this so much better but… what I mean is, that by introducing strong new male energy into mine, I can make fire way early than I should.”
“New male energy…”
Julian looked at me.
“Are you talking about me?”
“Yep.”
“…Are you saying that when we have sex, my extra male energy triggers this in you?”
“Apparently.”
“…So after we fuck, you can make fire way before you’re supposed to?”
“Yep.”

I stare at him. “Well. I guess I am good in bed…”
Julian laughs so hard the flame flickers and nearly goes out.
“So we should continue having sex then?”
“Often,” Julian insists. “For furthering the study of elemental magic, it would be your scientific duty. The Elder Mage wants to see us both.”
“Oh god, my dick is being conscripted.”
Julian grins. “I think it’s hot. I mean it speaks to your virility. Your masculinity.” He smirks. “Your sexiness. I mean, having sex outdoors on the fall leaves is immensely hot. Ya know, like we just did.”
I scuff my foot. My cheeks alone felt like they were on fire. “You uh wanna do it again?”
Julian licks his lips. “You can get up?”
I shoot him a look. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re gonna cum fire.”
“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “That’s hot.”
“I mean, it’s for science right?”
Julian let the fire go out and began taking off his coat. “Oh yes. Absolutely.”
“No, leave your coat on.”
“…On?” Julian asks.
“Yes. I want you against that tree right there.” I pointed. “I’m gonna fuck you on it.”
Julian gulped. “Fuck.”
“You’re gonna leave burned handprints in it when I’m done.”
“Fuck,” he repeated. “You’re making *me* hot now.”
“Get in position,” I instructed, unzipping my pants. He loved to fuck in the woods and put his ass out for me without any hassle.
“Fuck Julian, you’re so beautiful.” I run my hands up his torso. No matter what the Elder Mage tells us though, you’re always going to be special to me ok?”
Julian looks over his shoulder at me. “Aww, baby. That’s – you’re so goddamn sweet. I was right to say yes when you asked me out.”
“You were thinking of saying no?” I inquired.
Julian paused. “Well, I was debating if I wanted to date you or just be a one night stand…”
I grinned and squeezed his ass. “Good choice.”
Julian moaned. “Where’s that second fucking you promised me?”
I unzipped my pants. “Right here baby, right here.”

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“So…this is our new house.”
“Yep.”
“And our new bed.”
“Yep.”
“In a new city.”
“Yep.”
“In a new state.”
“Yep.”
“A new chapter in our married life together.”
“Yep.”
“How did we both forgot to buy the sheets for our new queen bed?”
“I think cause we only thought of it during sex, and when we had sex, we were thinking of other important things.”
“Oh. Probably. ….We need a new reminder though for when I go shopping later.”
“Oh. Good idea. I remember where I packed the lube if that helps?”
“It does, actually. Do you know where we put a notepad?”
“Nope.”
“Hm. Sex it is then.”
“Afraid we must.”
“Indeed.”

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“Hey Chris?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you know what like…being gay is like? Do you know?”
Chris turned and looked at Thomas. “I dunno. Are you gay?”
Tom shrugged. “I don’t think so, but my parents say it’s like a choice, so like…what’s the other option than like, normal? I don’t get it.”
Chris chewed on his gum and thought. “Well, my cousin is gay. He cares a lot about fashion and brands, and music. He said once he has to study up on a lot of stuff to stay relevant. He spends a lot of time on his hair. Maybe it’s like that?”
“What, wait, so being gay isn’t even about uh, like, doing stuff, with boys? Just being flaming?”
Chris blew a bubble and popped it. “No, I think they do it to attract other guys. Like if guys like guys, you have to be really flamboyant to attract other guys. Like, you know, peacocks, I guess.”
Tom laughed. “Peacocks. That’s funny. Yeah I guess that makes sense. So all gays are like that? You can’t be like, straight and normal and still like guys?”
Chris shrugged. “I don’t think so. Never met one or heard of one.”
Tom tilted his head to the side. “…Huh.”

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“Tom? Thomas?”
Tom shook his head out of his fog. “Huh?” He looked sideways at his partner.
“Well I guess you are awake from your nap.”
Tom smiled. “Hi Marshall. Guess you are too.”
“Did you sleep at all?”
“A bit. Mostly just thinking about stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?” Marshall asked.
Tom studied his face. He had the most beautiful brown eyes. “I was thinking that Chris was totally wrong.”
Both eyebrows went up. “Now who is Chris?”
“Mn, he was an old middle school friend.”
“And what was he wrong about?”
Tom exhaled through his nose. “Well, thanks to Chris, I thought being gay would be a very different thing. I never imagined it would be spending a lazy Sunday loafing around the house with a wonderful cub like you, waiting until the football game started.”
Marshall loved being called a cub and his cheeks turned a bit red. “How could you not imagine that? That’s all I wanted when I grew up, was to have like a typical American suburban life. Fratboy to dadbod pipeline. Just like, married to another dad, instead of a wife. And without the kids…for now anyway.”
Tom chuckled. “Fratboy to dadbod. Yeah that’s kind of it.”
“What did you think it’d be?” Marshall asked.
“Mmn. Something to do with peacocks.”

“Peacocks?”
“Yeah.”
“…I don’t get it.”
Tom chuffed through his nose. “Don’t worry about it. I think I’m gonna nap for a few more minutes ok?”
Marshall snuggled up against him. “Good. You’re really warm right now. Kind of nice…”
“Marshall?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you,” Tom said in a soft voice.
There was a pause. Tom tried not to freak out.
“I’m falling in love with you too,” Marshall said after a moment, his voice creaky.
Tom let out the breath he was holding. Marshall always had a problem expressing his emotions. That was a lot from Marshall. More than he thought he’d get.
“That’s wonderful, Marshall,” Tom said. He smiled at him. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Marshall sighed in relief. “I’m – really happy to hear you say it.”
Tom planted a light kiss on his lips. “Good.”
They pressed up closer and fell quiet for a nap. Tom dozed off wondering if he could find Chris online, and tell him he was wrong. It would be very satisfying.

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Joseph got up to pee on Christmas morning, decided he felt awake enough, and went to go make spiced tea and bring Mike a present. When he got up stairs though, he saw Mike sleeping alone in bed with their dog and longed to join them again. He set the tea on the floor with the boxes, and crawled back into his rightful place in bed. Tea could be reheated. So could a bed.

Joseph wished he could tell his younger self that it wasn’t sad that adults didn’t get excited over Christmas like kids did. When you can buy your own toys, priority change. Besides, Joseph realized, he had everything he could ever want right there in bed with him – and he got it all year around. However, Joseph would probably not tell his younger self that having Christmas as a day off was the best time to have real good sex. Younger Joseph would figure that one out eventually.

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Never forget who your King is- the Head of the Household, the Man in the relationship, your Protector, your Owner… your Husband.

But…..where’s the dog?

The pup is out of frame, curled up next to its Masters’ bed on its own cushion, half in a doze. The yard was purged of squirrels this morning, and so he needs to refill his energy to play later and beg for scraps while the Masters make lunch.

Tomorrow the pup has to go upon the silly business of putting on clothes and pretending to be a human at this boring place called an office. But now? Now things were good. Lazy Sundays were always good.

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Doesn’t have to be anything special – just being by His side is enough.

“This is nice,” Dexter murmured.
“What?” Alexander responded. “Having your beard scratched?”
“Yes, but no…this. Being on vacation. Renting a cabin. Being alone with you.”
“Wow. I’m surprised to hear you say that.”
“Why?” Dexter grunted, barely moving his lips.
“Well, you hated the whole idea. And you got pretty mad when you found out how bad cell service is out here. And that this place doesn’t have wi-fi.”
“Yeah. That is annoying. But… it’s kind of nice not worrying about my phone. I’m not jumping up everytime it goes off.”
“I like that too.”
“You knew exactly what we needed as a couple,” Dexter added. “Time away from life. With us. I miss those days in college when we had nothing to do and we’d just crash at your place and make out, get stoned, and bake all night.”
Alexander smiled. “Those are some of my best memories.”
“Most of my best memories are with you.”
“Aww Dex, that’s, really sweet.”
Dex reached up and gave Alex’s arm a squeeze. “Being with you is amazing. I love seeing your face every day.”
Dex couldn’t see Alex blush. “Dexter~ You’re going to make me choke up.”
“Well, guess I better go all the way then if we’re doing the emotions thing..”
“What?” Alexander asked. “What do you mean?”
“I planned to ask you to marry me some time this year, Alexander, but I’ve never felt more in love with you than I do right now.”
Alex gasped. “Are – are you serious?”
Dex hadn’t moved, and his eyes are barely open. “Don’t let my beached-whale state confuse you. I am completely serious. Will you marry me, Alexander Lockheed?”
“Holy shit! Yes, Dexter. A thousand times yes!”
Dexter smiled. “Good. Then you’ll be mine right and proper and you can force good ideas into my head for the rest of our lives -oof!” Alex had gotten up and crawled onto the narrow sofa with Dexter, which meant practically resting on top of him. “Hello there,” Dexter said. He opened his eyes. and gave a cock-eyed, lazy smile. “Oof elbow, watch out there.”
“I love you so much, Dexter.” Alex kissed him and Dexter’s lids floated close again.
“Mmmnn thatsh nice. I love you more, Alex.”
“That’s impossible. I do.”
“Well we got the rest of our lives for you to realize you’re wrong.”
Alex giggled. “Well, wrong or not, I’m really happy you asked me.”
“I’m happy you said yes,” Dexter said, clearing his throat. He swallowed. “The ring will come later.”
“I imagine it will. I’m not worried,” Alex said. He rested his head on Dexter’s chest. Dexter wrapped his arms around him.

There seemed to be no more words to say, and they both drifted off for an afternoon nap. Around the golden hour, they roused. Alex tugged aside his shorts, and pressed himself against Dexter’s lap. Dexter fumbled for the lube they left on the end table from last night’s Uno insanity, and he knew what to do without really even opening his eyes again. His beefy hands found their way to Alex’s waist, and put him in place. They rocked together in an escalating fashion, breathing becoming more audible in the quiet of the room. Alex whimpered. Dexter cursed. The orgasm gushed between them. Alex rested on Dexter’s body again, only with wet fabric and more flesh between them.  No talking, just kissing, until their bodies dipped down into sleep again.

While Alex’s head was full of dreams about a wedding on the lake and sex on a huge bed, Dex didn’t dream at all. Alex was already his, even without the certificate from the state in agreement or the fancy ceremony. In the kitchen, Dexter’s phone dinged. He barely noticed. Dexter listened to Alex breathe softly against his neck, and forgot about it within minutes.

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Rasheed gawked at the painted ceiling, the plated walls and hand-tiled pillars. “Have I given you the ‘holy shit your parents are rich’ line yet?”
Al snorted. “No not yet, but you can skip it. The society pages have written about it enough.”
“Shiiiiit,” Rasheed muttered. “This pool is gorgeous.”
“It is, I’ll give you that. But you know, there’s one thing I’ve never ever gotten to do in it. In all my years.”
Rasheed raised an eyebrow. “What’s that love?”
Ali smirked and took off his belt. “Skinny dip.”
Both eyebrows went up. “No.”
“Oh yes. I’ve always wanted to, but with so many family members about it wasn’t ever possible. I’ was scared someone would come home… but with everyone in Dubai for now, they don’t know I’ve come back from school holiday with a rather sweet young bloke I’ve been screwing quite often…”
Rasheed laughed and colors flushed over his face. “What, someone else is here?”
Ali balled up his shirt and threw it at him. “You scallywag!”
“Hey that’s a $400 Italian shirt isn’t it? What would your mother say,” Rasheed teased, picking it up and unfurling it.
“She’d say it’s six months old, so it’s out of fashion and I need a new one,” Ali snorted.
“Oh bollocks. Mmn, it smells good.”
“Don’t you keep it now,” Ali warned, in that teasing tone Rasheed loved.
“Why? You don’t need it. You’re going in there naked.”
“So are you,” Ali insisted.
Rasheed considered his boyfriend. “Am I?”
“Oh yes. Cause I want to stare at you shamelessly naked.”
“God, Ali, you flatter me.”

It was enough to give Rasheed the push to strip. He found it thrilling it be in this cavernous, hollow, swimming pool room with a beautiful brilliant man. Once the pants came off, the rest of the clothing fell away with ease. There was of course, plenty of ogling, between giant cannonballs and splashing.

When they were out of breath, the water stilled and they came close. Rasheed grabbed Ali’s hand and gave him a tender peck on the lips. “This is a lot of fun.”
“Only cause it’s with you.”
Rasheed smiled. “You’re right, swimming is more fun with a friend. And skinny dipping is marvelous. It feels so strange with just bare skin. I could get used to it.”
“Oh reaaally?” Ali kissed him again.
“Yes really.”
“Can I touch you?” Ali pleaded. “I want to feel you in the water.”
“Oh hell yes… it’s very uh, not traditional…or religious… but…”
“You like it when a man holds you hm?” Ali asked.
“Just you,” Rasheed murmured, dipping his head for another kiss.

Each man found each-other in the water, held eachother, and began to stroke. Ripples formed on the surface, then the water grew turbulent.

“Here back up,” Rasheed murmured, backing Ali up until they were pressed against the wall. Ali hooked a leg around Rasheed’s legs, and they frotted and moved as lips dueled and crushed.
“Oh press like that…fuck yeah.”
“Nnng….!”

Panting and moans echoed off the vaulted ceilings. The water turned cloudy. Ali’s leg cramped and he had to put it down.
“Oh goddamn,” Rasheed sighed. “Skinny dipping is marvelous.”
“You smell so nice. You’re really warm,” Ali murmured. “I want to sink into a hot bath now and have some chai. And cuddle you.”
“I like cuddling,” Rasheed agreed, nuzzling Ali’s jaw.
“I like you,” Ali whispered.
“I wish your family would be more understanding of us.”
“I do too… but fuck them. I won’t let them stop us from being happy. Rasheed?”
“yeah?”
“When I finish graduate school, and get a job, and figure out where I’m settling…I’m going to ask you to marry me.”
Rasheed gasped. “oh Ali do you mean it?”
“I do. Fuck what they say. I want to dress in my very fancy tailored suits – vintage, to piss off my mother, have a breakfast with you across the table from me, and come home to your smiling face and talk about our days. We’ll go on holiday in Thailand, Israel, Morocco, Bermuda, wherever, and we’ll make many photo albums and it’ll be wonderful.”
Rasheed broke out into a huge smile, eyes wet and sparkling. “I would like that future very very much.” He caught Ali off guard with a kiss that made him squeak.
“You made a noise like a mouse!”
Ali giggled. “I did didn’t it?”
“You did. Now I don’t know about you, but we’ve been in here so long, my balls are getting wrinkly. Wait, well, more wrinkly.”
Ali guffawed. “Well let me see about that! Oh wow, they are. It may be that you’re just getting old and saggy.”
“I am not! Also, aren’t you older than me?”

Fresh laughter echoed as they stumbled out of the water. A bath and chai waited. Eventually they would retire to a rather large bed where they could continue being naked and keep each-other warm all night long.

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gay-purelove:

I.
LOVE.
THIS.
PICTURE.

“Oh there you are, how are the girls?”
Johnnie smiles and puts the eggs in the basket by the sink. “Martha is still jealous that Henry’s picked Samantha, but Samantha’s molting, so perhaps the tides will still turn.” He washed his hands. “Georgia, however, didn’t want to get out of her nest and slept through me disturbing her.”
“My goodness. What a soap opera in the coop.”
“Oh indeed.”
I put a piece of toast on a plate. “Ow hot. Sit, your toast and tea are ready.”
Johnnie sits and yawns. “Thank you. Gosh, there’s so much to do today,” he says.
“Mm, there is, but I find it exciting.” I set the plate in front of him and turn back to the eggs on the counter. “Raw land. So much potential.”
“We’re gonna make a home out of it,” Johnnie replies. He sounds sleepy, but pleased with himself.
“We are. A nice home in the country, what more could a man want?”
Johnnie lifts the corner of his mouth. “Well, spread for one thing.”
I set an egg back down and look over my shoulder. “Did I forget the marmalade?”
“You did.”
“Oh silly me, sorry Johnnie.” I open the fridge and bring the pot forward. Always marmalade for Johnnie. Our neighbor a mile down the road makes a variety of jams and jellies for local sale, and Johnnie is hooked on the orange stuff.

I set the pot on the table. “There you go,” I say. “You know how to use it?”
Johnnie chuffs through his nose. “I think I do.”
“Well,” I reply, “We should be certain.” I crouch down next to him.
“What are you doing, silly?”
I wrap my hand around his own. “First, you pick up the knife – like this. And be careful, it’s sharp you know.”
Johnnie scoffs and rolls his eyes. “You are so silly.”
“And then we kind of just…dip it in, like that. Hold the jar now. Good. Then we put it on the bread and kind of…move it back and forth… “
The marmalade is not quite going on the bread though, because Johnnie is looking at me. First, it’s a look of absurdity with one eyebrow cocked. But then his eyes sort of lose focus and his expression softens. My thighs are starting to burn from crouching, but his pouty lower lip is a fine distraction, and I find myself getting kisses for breakfast.
“MMnnn…mmnn….” My attention slips and my hand falls right on the toast. Our sweet kiss breaks apart when the plate clatters from the uneven distribution of weight, the knife falling to the table. “Oh! Oh, I got some on my finger.”
Johnnie giggles. “You don’t know how to spread marmalade on toast either, you imposter.”
That makes me giggle back. “
Now see here. I am quite capable, thank you. You tricked me by kissing me, and that was not very nice.”
“I kissed you? You kissed me,” Johnny insists. “I am innocent. I just want to eat my toast, drink my tea, and start my day but you had to go make a mess…” He takes hold of my hand and bring it to his slightly swollen lips. I watch, eyes wide, as he licks my finger with that little cat tongue. My cock hardens between my legs as he wraps his lips around my digit. “Oh god, Johnnie!” I gasp. I can’t bear the weight and fall down on my ass.
Johnnie gives me this sexy, coy smirk. “Well look at you, you’re just a mess. You’re on the floor now. We still haven’t finished spreading the toast.”
I swat him on the thigh, then use his muscular leg to help myself up. “Goddammit, you have approximately thirty seconds to finish your toast, because that’s how long it’s going to take me to get the lube.”
Johnnie’s eyebrows go up. “Right now?”
I point to the hallway where our bedroom is. “Right now.” I throw my shirt on the table. “Be right back.” I run to the secondary bathroom to grab the lube. Our master bath is still under renovation.

In the early morning sun, I undress my husband and spread him out on our bed. I settle between his legs and place a hand on his sternum. I pause before penetration to gift his mouth with bruising kisses, and Johnnie tangles his fists in my hair. Our coupling becomes a simple, intimate act, nothing fancy, nothing freaky. Just me arching over him, panting and sweating as I thrust in and out of the best, tight warmth. I slept with three other boys before I met Johnnie, and that night I knew that was the one I wanted for the rest of my life. The one I wanted to be inside forever.

The orgasm washes over us after sometime, and when we’re done hollering, we both go limp, entangled in limbs.
“Wow,” Johnnie says.
“Wow,” I agree, gasping.

Neither one of us mean to fall asleep. We wake up, overheating from being bathed in the sun. Johnnie groans and stretches, naked and sticky. “What time is it?”
I yawn and lift my head to see the nightstand clock. ”10:31.”
“Aw hell,” Johnnie sighs, rubbing his face with both hands. “We still have so much to do today.”
“Yeah, seriously. But I mean, we’re gonna get nothing done today.”
Johnnie turns to look at me. “Why not?”
“Did you see how long it took us just to put marmalade on toast?”

Johnnie throws his head back and rolls on the bed with laughter. Soon, I’m laughing too. Not just at my joke, but out of happiness, because I realize this is the first morning we made love in our new home. There will be hundreds if not thousands more like this, as we live the rest of our lives together.

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