“Neither can I.”
22
Kenneth
“I’ve kept my fingers crossed because I wanted the rest of the plan to be a surprise. I hope there’s nothing that will interfere.”
Daniel and I sat at an elegant table with a silver tea service between us. The sound of hushed voices and tinkling silverware spread through the stylish room. Gorgeous views over the waters of Lake Michigan surrounded us, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the best sight. That was Daniel himself.
“A surprise?”
I wanted to draw out the mystery for a few moments more. “I hope you’re not busy tonight.”
“This evening?”
“All night.”
A slight blush rose in Daniel’s cheeks. I’d booked a room in the hotel for both of us. It was a risk, but I knew that at least I’d have luxurious surroundings if he said no, and I needed to cry afterward.
Daniel surprised me with the next words out of his mouth.
“Are you sure?”
There was something so innocent about the question that it made me laugh. Unfortunately, full-throttle laughter wasn’t appropriate for such an elegant atmosphere.
My effort to avoid guffaws caused a tiny crumb from the tea sandwiches to catch in my throat, and I choked. My coughs were as loud as the laughter would have been.
Daniel leaped from his seat and rushed to my side. Usually, he moved with the grace of a gazelle, but it was not a typical day. His thigh brushed the handle of his teacup and sent it crashing to the floor. As he tried to turn his head to see what happened, Daniel tripped, and he landed in my lap. The commotion was enough to dislodge the crumb.
With a beet-red, blushing face, Daniel groaned. “What the hell was that? Are you okay now?”
“I’m perfect. Would you like another sandwich?”
Daniel pried himself free of my lap and kissed me before standing. While he brushed himself off and attempted to regain some composure, the tea butler and his crew swept into action.
“I’m so sorry, Sirs.”
“It’s all my fault,” said Daniel. “I didn’t know that I could be such a klutz.”
The tea butler brushed crumbs from the table and placed the upended teacup on his tray. “Catastrophes happen, Sir. I will be right back with another cup.”
I feared that Daniel would grumble about such a public display of ineptitude. During our first two years together, he loathed any public behaviors that hinted at incompetence.
To my surprise, Daniel merely fell into his chair with a massive grin spread across his face. “Keep this story. It will be hilarious when you think back on it. You can embellish it and make it bigger until I turn into the stumbling bull who took down the entire tea service.”
“Are we almost finished here?”
Daniel usually made the decisions about where to go, when to arrive, and when to return home. This time, I’d enjoyed choosing the event, choosing the time, and setting up the reservation. It only felt logical that I would suggest the time to wrap it all up.
“I think a room is waiting for us.”
Daniel grinned from ear to ear. “That sounds perfect.”
I was delighted to realize we were on the same page. The tea was beautiful, and the food was delicious, but I had the most handsome man in the world sitting across from me dressed in far too many clothes. We needed to rectify that problem as soon as possible.
Daniel excused himself to visit the restroom while I stopped by the front desk to pick up the key to our room. As I arranged ahead of time, the room came complete with a view of Lake Michigan and a bottle of champagne.
I punched in a quick message to Daniel’s cell phone and left our room number. I knew that it would only take him a few short minutes to arrive, and I couldn’t figure out what to do in preparation.
When he knocked on the door, I had two glasses of champagne ready, and I was still fully dressed. I don’t think I’d ever seen Daniel as handsome as he looked when he entered. He dressed in a suit and tie, and he had slightly tousled hair from the unfortunate stumble in the tea room. He sported a weekend-style stubbly chin, and I couldn’t wait for what would happen next.
Daniel asked, “Are we dreaming?” as I offered him a glass of champagne.
“If we are, I never want to wake up. Let’s sleep the world away together.”
We clinked the glasses for a toast and linked our arms to take the first sip. After we each swallowed a small mouthful, Daniel set his glass down by the room’s TV. “I’ve got one question to ask you.”
I froze, champagne glass in hand halfway to my mouth. The question could be anything. I braced myself. It was possible that he would propose again, or the question might be as simple as, “Do you want me to spend the night?”
A wicked gleam rose in Daniel’s eyes. “What are we waiting for?”
I’d barely set my glass on the nightstand when Daniel tackled me. He was like a football offensive lineman taking me down with his shoulder and landing on top of me in the middle of the room’s king-sized bed.
Daniel said, “If this isn’t what you want, you’d better say so right now because I want you, maybe even need you. That means you’ll be naked soon, and you know what is likely to happen after that.”
I’d never wanted anything more. Daniel was the man for me. No questions remained in my mind. I told myself to shut any other thoughts down and focus on him. I was his. I was out of excuses and could no longer deny it.
Daniel stood up just long enough to grab my legs and pull my body onto the center of the bed. He shrugged off his jacket, deposited it on the back of the room’s desk chair, and kicked off his shoes.
My body bounced when Daniel climbed onto the bed and straddled my body. “Your perfect, Kenneth. I don’t mean in an annoying, full of yourself, way. Perfect for me, is what I mean. You’re the consummate businessman, a creative soul, care for everyone so well, including yourself, and—I can’t say it enough—you’re sexy as hell.”
Before I could respond, Daniel began to unbuckle my belt and paw at my pants. I still wore all of my clothes, including my suit jacket, and I struggled to rise and pull my arms free.
With an erotic smirk on his face, Daniel asked, “Do you need help with that? I could offer assistance, but it’s pretty damn hot to watch you struggle while I search for gold down here.”
By the time I freed myself from the jacket, I was panting for breath in the aftermath of the struggle. Daniel squeezed his knees in tight against my thighs and hips and held me in place. I reached up to touch his bulging package. “I think I finally got it. No help from you.”
“You should have lost the shirt. I can take care of that.”
For only the second time in my life, somebody took hold of one of my shirts and tore it open. The force sent buttons flying. It was a dramatic, strikingly erotic move, and I gasped as I fought for breath. I wasn’t entirely sure why I found it hard to take in oxygen. It had to be the erotic sensations that overwhelmed me and stole attention from the rest of my body, including my lungs.
While Daniel’s hands swept up my bare torso, I reached for his shirt and unbuttoned it from the bottom up.
“Just tear it off like I did.”
I hesitated for one moment in appreciation of high-quality clothing, but then I followed Daniel’s order. I took hold of either side of the cloth halfway up and tugged. Nothing happened. I pulled again.
Daniel growled, “Fuck! Custom tailoring isn’t meant for two impossibly horny men.”
With help completing the unbuttoning process, I soon managed to push Daniel’s shirt off his shoulders and revealed his perfectly hairy chest. I reached up with my arms, wrapped them around his body, and pulled him down next to me. With a little more force, I managed to push him onto his back until I was lying on top.
“Feels damn good, doesn’t it?”
Daniel squirmed, and it caused my smooth chest to rub against his hard nipple. “There’s nothing better in my book.”
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nbsp; I heard a zipper come down, and Daniel’s right hand pushed inside my underwear. I was rock hard. I’d been that way since I pushed back from the table at tea.
Daniel murmured, “I want that inside me.”
“Yeah?” I’d fucked him before, but 90% of the time, Daniel was on top. I wanted to make sure that he knew what he was saying.
“That’s what I want, but first, I’ve got other business to complete.”
Daniel rolled me over onto my back, and his body, arms, hands, and lips swarmed over me. He pushed my limbs over my head and planted kisses down the inside of my arms, adding light licks and flicking sensations with his tongue every inch of the way.
I couldn’t do anything but close my eyes and moan. I felt Daniel’s hands rubbing and kneading at my midsection and then my chest. He’d already lit the fire, and he was kindling it into a flame. My body began to ache for him as my cock head squeezed out its first drops of precum.
While Daniel rotated his hips with his stiff cock pinned by his weight against my belly, I reached around to his backside. Two of my fingers walked into his butt crack, eliciting the moan I wanted to hear.
I opened my eyes, and Daniel’s gaze locked with mine. He said, “Go a little easy at first. It’s been a long time. No one’s had my ass for years.”
“Maybe you need a little assistance first.”
I slipped out from under Daniel, crawled off the bed, and found my jacket. It had a small bottle of lube in an inside pocket. I made quick work of getting things slicked up to avoid any bad kinds of pain.
Daniel lay on his back, and my fingers found the tight, puckered opening between his legs and behind his balls. I gently pushed inside up to the first knuckle of one of my digits.
“Let me make it easier…please.”
Daniel climbed off me and positioned himself on the bed on all fours. He lowered his head to his hands, which caused his ass to point upward. I had the perfect position to slowly open him to make him ready for me.
Taking so much of the initiative was a new experience for me. Every few moments, I had to fight back the urge to wait for Daniel to take control. Then I heard Sean’s voice in my head asking why I was waiting.
I didn’t have a good answer, so instead, I continued to lead the way.
Daniel moaned. “Both fingers, please, and deep.” He pushed his knees out slightly wider.
I positioned myself behind him and kissed one of his ass cheeks while I slipped the second finger inside. My cock wanted in on the action, but I knew that I didn’t want to hurry the scene. Instead, I rubbed my cock up against Daniel’s thigh while my fingers worked deeper inside.
Daniel’s fingers tangled into his hair. “I need you, Kenneth. Now. Inside. Please.”
It was time to sheath and lube my cock and ready it for the first time we’d come together as one in ten years. I feared that we might both explode with the fireworks it’d set off in both our bodies.
“Oh, fuck, that’s it, that’s it.” Daniel lay flat on his back, legs in the air, panting for breath as I thrust hard enough to push my cock head just past his ring.
Those legs clamped hard around my body, and then Daniel’s ass did the same and pulled me inside even deeper. My thrusts grew faster and harder without any conscious thought to drive them. Daniel was mine, and my body knew what to do. I was ready to show him that I knew how to take charge.
With his arms raised over his head, Daniel gripped the headboard, and his cock bobbed with each thrust of my hips. He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. I couldn’t stop myself from plowing harder—and even harder. I wrapped my fingers around his cock to pump it in rhythm with my thrusts.
Daniel used the leverage provided by clenching the headboard to arch his hips and his body upward against me. The sound of bodies slapping together filled the room. It mingled with grunts and moans from the two of us, and an overwhelming wave of deja vu. It was all as good if not better than every time we came together in our first two years as a couple.
“I’m getting close,” muttered Daniel. “Please tell me you’re close, too.”
My balls started to tense and ride up at the sound of his voice.
“I’m on the edge. Are you there? I’m—oh—edge.”
Daniel yanked hard on the headboard, and I stroked faster to take him over the edge. I heard a familiar howl, and his cock started to shoot a wide arc of cum up toward his chest.
The clench of the ass muscles against my cock sent me right over the edge, too. I held my breath, and I thought I might have blacked out for a few seconds as the orgasm swept over me. My body took control and slammed my cock home pummeling Daniel’s prostate.
“Oh, oh, fuck,” moaned Daniel.
A few short seconds later, we both lay flat on our backs and tried to catch our breath. I turned my head to watch Daniel’s broad chest rise and fall. The sight made my still half-hard cock jump. He reached out and gathered me up in his arms.
“I forgot how good that could be.”
“Sex?”
“No, specifically you inside me.”
It was only late afternoon, but we were both exhausted. I suggested, “If we get a little sleep, maybe we can try for round two later tonight.”
Daniel smirked, “When I get to take your ass.”
We both stumbled to the bathroom to clean up and empty our bladders. Back in bed, I cuddled up into the crook of Daniel’s arm while he sprawled. I can’t think of any better description of the sensation for me other than it felt like I’d finally found my way home.
When I woke, it was dark outside. Daniel lay on his side, facing the edge of the bed, and I’d spooned up against him. Our bodies fit together well as they always did in the past.
I raised my head to look at the hotel room’s alarm clock. It was on Daniel’s side of the bed and read 10:34. We’d slept for over six hours.
The impact of my movements woke Daniel, too. He rolled over to face me. His first words were, “You’re really here.”
“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I’ve been yours for the last ten years. It just took a little while to clear the blockage between my head and my heart. Everything’s functioning in tip-top shape now.”
Daniel traced my lower lip with a fingertip. “The years have been awful. I couldn’t think about any other men without first comparing them to you. That’s terrible, and it’s not fair, but I’d already had the best. No one else could measure up.”
“Are you hungry?”
“I hadn’t thought about it, but now that you mention it, yeah.”
“Can we wait for round two and order room service instead?”
I called for a late-night meal with Daniel’s body draped over my shoulder. Each time I thought the order was complete, he asked for something more.
“Brownies? Ask them if they have brownies. Or cake. Something like that.”
The room service clerk was helpful and patient over the phone. “Yes, chocolate fudge cake would be perfect.”
“And a la mode. Don’t forget the ice cream.”
We both pulled on the white terry-cloth bathrobes the hotel provided while waiting for our food.
When the order arrived, Daniel’s eyes opened wide. I tipped the man who brought us the food, and he glanced around the room. I thought he was looking for additional guests who might help us eat the feast.
I whispered, “It’s just us,” and pressed the wad of bills into his hand.
We were left alone again with three dome-covered entrees and three plates of desserts.
“Did we really order all of this?”
I laughed. “I think you ordered most of it.”
“Why didn’t you stop me? You’re supposed to take the lead.”
“I am? That’s not the way we used to do it.”
“Rules have changed, and with all this food, maybe you’ve learned your lesson. I’m going to follow wherever you lead.”
I almost responded immediately, but then I knew that I didn’t want to interrupt
the joyful sound of Daniel’s belly laugh that followed his comment. My world had never been more perfect than it was at that moment.
23
Daniel
Both Blake and Iris stared at me with expressions of confusion on their faces.
“I’m serious. Both of you—close your eyes. Someone’s waiting outside to say hello.”
“And it has to be a surprise?” asked Blake.
“Well, yeah. Humor me. You know that I’ve had a rough time lately. I need the support of my friends.”
Iris glanced at Blake. “I think we’d better follow his instructions. Otherwise, he’ll turn into Mr. Grumpy with a sad little pinched-up face.”
Iris’s snarky comment nearly derailed my plan. I couldn’t remember any time that I was that grumpy. I certainly never had a pinched-up face.
At the last moment, I swept the comment from my mind. Pushing open the door of the office, I beckoned for Kenneth to enter.
“Introducing my new boyfriend, Mr. Kenneth Taylor.”
The looks of confusion turned to shock and then amusement. Iris started to applaud, and Blake followed suit. She exclaimed, “Look at the two of you! Congratulations!”
Blake said, “I hope that nobody had to take a hammer to your heads to finally knock sense into you. Please tell us that it was more peaceful than that.”
“We made it there on our own.” I glanced at Kenneth, and he nodded in agreement.
“Completely on your own?” asked Iris.
I heard the skepticism in her voice. “Well, maybe we had a few little pushes in the right direction from well-meaning friends.”
“And the help of high tea, a nice hotel room, and chocolate cake.”
I said, “The chocolate cake was just a bonus.”
Blake reached out for a hug. “Let’s gather it all in. I’m not going to ask for more details. I only want to say that I’m happy for the two of you. I was confident you would end up at this point sooner or later. Does this mean we should remove you from the database?”
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