Destination, Wedding!

by Xavier Mayne

  There were two showerheads in the small bathroom, facing each other from opposite sides of the far end of the room. The shower alcoves were separated by a small tiled space, and delineating each was a shower curtain rod; these boasted a dozen wire rings, bereft of their curtains. Donnelly entered the stall on the left and cranked on the hot water. Behind him he heard Brandt turn on the taps in the other shower.

  A steamy minute or two passed.

  “Any soap?” Brandt asked.

  Donnelly reached down and grabbed the gallon jug of all-purpose wash that the department had thoughtfully supplied. As he was the only person who used this shower, it had lasted him the entire year and was still half-full. “Here,” he said, turning around for the first time to hand it to—

  Brandt.

  All of Brandt. Fully naked Brandt.

  It wasn’t his impressive musculature that struck Donnelly, for he had gotten glimpses of that during their workout. It was rather the combination of two outstanding features: Brandt’s bright, genuine smile, and his absolutely enormous penis.

  “Thanks,” Brandt said, taking the jug from Donnelly. He set it in the tiled no-man’s-land between the shower stalls, then took a big pump and began scrubbing his short, spiky hair.

  “Yeah,” Donnelly grunted.

  Donnelly was not unacquainted with male genitalia. He had been a powerful high school wrestler, in a part of the state where wrestling was more a religion than a sport. In the course of his athletic career, he had showered hundreds of times with the other guys on the team; any shyness he might have had about being naked in a room full of naked men had been boiled out of him two weeks into his freshman year. He had seen plenty of penises, of all sizes. Or so he thought. He had, until today, never seen one like Brandt’s.

  He turned around and lathered up, closing his eyes and trying to shake the image of Brandt’s thoroughbred member out of his mind’s eye. His mind’s eye, however, had other ideas. He saw it in great detail, every inch after inch of it, and then his perverse subconscious piled on. How big do you think it gets? He shoved this thought, and several others that he didn’t even have words for, out of his mind.

  “Thanks for everything today,” Brandt said from his side of the room, not three feet away.

  “No problem,” Donnelly managed to answer, though he wasn’t sure what he was being thanked for. “Glad to have a partner again.”

  “I just hope I don’t end up under a Kia or something.”

  “Very funny,” Donnelly retorted, inwardly relieved to be thinking about something other than… Brandt’s huge penis. Dammit.

  “I mean it, though. I’d heard at the academy that a lot of guys are really hard on virgins, and you’ve been decent about it. You treated me like a colleague, and I wanted you to know how much I appreciate it.”

  “Well, you’d have to admit any plans I had about hazing would be pretty awkward right now,” Donnelly said, looking across the narrow space that divided them.

  Brandt laughed, a deep, joyful laugh that seemed to come over his whole body. Including his penis.

  Get a grip, Donnelly. He’s your partner, and he’s a guy, and so are you. Stop being perverted about this.

  “What would you think about a run tomorrow before shift?” Brandt asked, turning away to rinse under the shower.

  “Sounds great. Do you run a lot?”

  Look at that ass—of course he runs.

  “Try to. Maybe do 5K before the day gets going?”

  “Sounds like a plan.” A daily run would give him an ass like Brandt’s in no time. And that’s what this was all about, after all. Brandt simply had the physique that Donnelly would like to have, and that’s why he kept feeling his eyes drawn to him. Workout goals—that’s what this was about.

  Donnelly felt his chest lighten, now that he’d figured out what was bothering him. Got it all sorted out now. (Except for the part about how he couldn’t stop looking at Brandt’s tremendous endowment, but his subconscious let him off that particular hook.)

  They dried, dressed, and walked out through the now-quiet office area. The day shift had gone home, and only vital areas like dispatch and the break room were occupied through the night.

  “See you tomorrow at five?” Brandt asked as they walked out the main doors.

  “Dream come true,” Donnelly replied with a grin. Then, without knowing he was going to do it or why, he added, “Hey, want to grab dinner and watch the game? There’s a bar just over that way that takes a dollar off the price of a pitcher for every run.”

  “Beats going home and watching it on the small screen,” Brandt replied with a broad smile. “Thanks.”

  They fell into step together as they walked down the street toward the bar.

  “Hey, um,” Brandt said, a little awkwardly, “back in the shower?”

  A cold dagger stabbed into Donnelly’s chest.

  “I meant what I said. I really appreciate how you… welcomed me. Thanks.”

  “I think you’re going to be an amazing cop, Ethan.” Donnelly was relieved to feel his heart still beating. This could be, he reflected as they continued their stroll, the start of a beautiful friendship.

  “I’m talking about how you were a normal guy before we met. And so was I.”

  “We changed. People change,” Brandt replied.

  “I didn’t change. I just admitted to myself what I’d buried for a long, long time. You changed. I changed you.”

  Brandt nodded. “People change each other.” Like beams of light. “It’s a big part of what makes us human.”

  “But maybe it wasn’t fair of me to… change you that way. Maybe you’d be happier if you had just gone on being what you were.”

  Brandt leaned close, so his lips touched Donnelly’s ear. “What I was,” he whispered, sending shivers down Donnelly’s entire body, “was waiting for you.” He kissed Donnelly’s ear softly. “You didn’t just change me. You awakened me.” He kissed down Donnelly’s neck, bringing a moan from his throat. “I needed you without knowing what I lacked. I felt complete and independent. And absolutely alone.” He ran his open lips along Donnelly’s clavicle, summoning waves of goose bumps and sending them radiating across his muscular chest. “The day I met you”—he kissed Donnelly’s already-stiff nipple—“and every day since then”—he kissed the other—“you’ve shown me life is so much bigger and better than I ever thought it could be.”

  He kissed Donnelly’s lips, the lips he’d been dreaming of for a week. “Being away from you—not able to get to you no matter what I tried—made me see what I am without you. That’s not how I want to live.”

  “But that’s exactly what I’m talking about,” Donnelly maintained, reluctant to keep objecting but not comfortable yielding the point. “If you’re different when I’m not around, then who are you, really?”

  “Of course I’m different when you’re not with me.” Brandt kissed him again. “I was terrified the first few days, not knowing who I was without you.” He put his finger on Donnelly’s mouth to stem his protest before he could voice it. “But,” he said firmly, looking into Donnelly’s eyes, “but, I realized I’m a fully functioning human being, even when you’re thousands of miles away. I’m not as confident or as smart or as calm as when you’re with me—Kerry has some stories to tell you, I’m afraid—but I can exist on my own if I have to. I don’t want to, and I never want to be separated from you by a fucking volcano ever again, but I’m still a complete person. Just not the best person I can be.”

  Donnelly looked at him, trying to see whether Brandt really had survived the week with his faculties intact. “Are you sure? You aren’t going to wake up one morning and realize you’d rather be straight?”

  Brandt tucked the corner of his mouth up in a sly smile. “I am straight, remember? But out of all of the people in the whole world—male, female, all the genders for that matter—I choose you. Because you are the one person I’ve ever met who knows my entire heart and loves me anyway. Because I look at y
ou and I see everything I ever want in life. Because we changed each other, and for the better in every way. I am going to marry you, Gabriel Donnelly, and we will be together all the days of our lives.”

  “I love you so much, Ethan.” Donnelly’s voice was low, almost a moan.

  “I’ve loved you since before I had a word for it, since before I could admit it to myself. And I will always love you.”

  They kissed for a long while, wordless in blissful reunion.

  “I just have one more question for you,” Donnelly said when they finally had to stop and catch a breath.

  “What is it, my love?”

  “When do we get to the fucking?” Donnelly gave his best coquettish smile.

  “Right the fuck now, is what I’m thinking,” Brandt replied.

  Donnelly threw off his shirt, then flopped back on the bed and began shucking off his pants. He kicked them off, and his boxer briefs and socks joined them, arcing gracefully through the air. He was suddenly fully naked, and he pushed himself farther up on the bed, coming to an elegant recline against the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed.

  Brandt stood for a moment, looking down upon this wonder of a man, the one who had somehow come into his life and decided he would stay forever. He gracefully inhabited the body Brandt preferred above all others in the world, despite being the only male body he’d ever been attracted to in any way at all. How that happened, he didn’t pretend to understand; why it happened, he knew with a certainty that occurred to him as if from another world. He was born to love this man, the only man he had ever loved, the only person he would ever love.

  He took his time unbuttoning his shirt, the one he had so carefully chosen the morning before because it was Donnelly’s favorite and he’d wanted to be wearing it when they saw each other for the first time. He pulled it open and let it slide down his muscular arms.

  Donnelly gazed, rapt, at his torso and nowhere else. “Poor Kerry,” he said, looking up at Brandt and shaking his head.

  “Why do you say that?” Brandt asked as he carefully draped the shirt over a chair.

  “She had to spend a week with you knowing that all of that”—he gestured at Brandt’s heavily muscled torso—“was off-limits.”

  Brandt chuckled. “Want to hear something funny?” He unbuttoned his pants slowly.

  “Make it quick because as soon as those pants are off, I won’t be paying attention to anything that happens above the waist.”

  “That’s my boy,” Brandt said with a laugh. “Anyway, Kerry apparently figured since I was marrying a man, I must be gay.”

  “What a strange assumption,” Donnelly replied, eyes wide with ironic puzzlement.

  “Right? So we ended up in a dressing room in some supercouture dress shop, and she starts throwing off her clothes. Which was bad enough, but then she wanted fashion advice. Fashion advice! From me!” He draped his jeans over the same chair and stood before the bed in just underwear.

  “I would be mad at her, but I’m sure the poor girl suffered enough. I hope she didn’t buy something horrifying on your recommendation.”

  “Nah,” Brandt said as he cast his underwear over his shoulder. They landed atop Donnelly’s. “She just wanted someone to agree with her. But I thought you should know that I was alone in an enclosed space with those amazing boobs of hers, and I lived to tell the tale.”

  “You are a hero, sir. Now get over here and collect your reward.”

  Brandt wrinkled up his nose. “I hope it’s not boobs. I’m pretty much over those, actually.”

  “I think you’ll find a distinct absence of boobs here. But I have my own charms to offer.” He rolled most of the way over, arching his back to proffer his exquisitely muscled ass to Brandt. “See anything you like?”

  “Fuck,” huffed Brandt. The sight of Donnelly’s perfectly round ass always gave him a savage twist in the gut, which today erupted into a desperate hunger. He leapt onto the bed, pinning Donnelly down flat, his shoulder pressed firmly into a decidedly solid left buttock.

  “Oof,” Donnelly groaned. This—this was what he’d been craving all week. The heaviness of Brandt’s unabashed desire, the weight of his strong body. He ground his rock-hard cock into the bed and then pushed back, thrusting his ass up into Brandt.

  “God, Gabriel,” moaned Brandt. He nuzzled Donnelly’s right buttock, tracing a line of gentle kisses along its flawless porcelain surface. “Your ass is the most perfect thing in the world.”

  “And to think I’ve just been sitting on it all this time.”

  “That’s a damn shame. An ass like this demands special treatment.”

  “That’s fine talk, mister, but what are you going to do about it?”

  “First I’m going to get comfortable,” Brandt said, lifting himself up and insinuating himself between Donnelly’s outstretched legs. “Then I’m going to get reacquainted.” He kissed the left cheek, paralleling the line of kisses he’d made on the right. “Hello, you perfect globe of manly vigor.”

  Donnelly tried to keep a straight face, and failed—good thing his face was pressed into a pillow.

  “And greetings to you, sweet hemisphere of masculine beauty.” Brandt returned to kissing the right side.

  Donnelly lost his battle to keep from laughing delightedly.

  “And now for the part I think I may have missed the most,” Brandt said grandly.

  “Oh, I hope it’s the butthole,” called Donnelly giddily. “Please, oh please, be the butthole!”

  “That’s right, it’s your friend and mine, Gabriel’s butthole!” Brandt placed his hands firmly on Donnelly’s cheeks and pulled. In the lightly furred cleft in between, Donnelly’s tight hole winked into view. “There you are, my love.” Brandt leaned close and bestowed a delicate kiss directly on its wrinkled surface.

  “Oh, fuck,” exhaled Donnelly into the pillow. The featherlight touch of Brandt’s lips on his most private place sent an arc of pure electricity sizzling through his body. Underneath him, pressed into the lace coverlet, his cock surged anew. He twisted and writhed, desperate for more vigorous contact.

  In this he was not to be disappointed.

  Brandt lavished a dozen kisses on Donnelly’s ring of muscle, kissing his way around it in a tightening spiral before finally reaching the center again. He pulled back, looked up at Donnelly’s body, marveling at how he had come to desire this masculine form with an urgency that was as physical as it was emotional. After all the time Brandt had spent agonizing over how he had come to choose a man over all of the women in the world, it was really this simple: here, before him, naked and welcoming, was the only person in the world he loved. And it wasn’t that this perfect, loving soul happened to be wrapped in the body of a man, forcing Brandt to look past the masculine exterior; in fact, Brandt knew in this moment, he loved that body as much as he loved the mind and the spirit and the heart it sustained.

  While Brandt had been pondering the nature of attraction, he had been tracing spirals on Donnelly’s buttocks with his fingertips, and now he looked down at the powerful mounds that shivered with delight and desire.

  Yes, this is where I belong, Brandt thought.

  He kissed his way up Donnelly’s spine, feeling a twitch of pleasure ripple through the muscles of Donnelly’s back with every feather touch of Brandt’s lips. Finally, he reached Donnelly’s neck and nuzzled it as he laid himself down and pressed their bodies together, his now rock-hard cock warming itself in the cleft between Donnelly’s legs.

  “You are the entire world to me,” Brandt whispered into Donnelly’s ear.

  Once again blanketed by the overwhelming strength and extent of Brandt, Donnelly had never felt so secure and loved. The anxieties of the past week flowed out of him. All of the worry about the nature of their relationship, about how their individual pasts had brought them to this amazing present—it all faded away. And in its place there was just… love. They didn’t need to explain themselves to each other or to anyone; they simply were, toget
her, something greater than they could ever be apart.

  Donnelly, his wrestling moves still ready at hand, rolled suddenly to one side and flipped Brandt over. He pounced atop him, covering him as completely as he had been covered a second ago. He placed his hands on both sides of Brandt’s handsome face and held him tight. “I love you so much, Ethan,” he whispered. “We will have our entire lives to whisper sweet devotions to each other. But right now, there’s just one thing I want to hear from you.” He sat up astride his recumbent fiancé.

  “And what would that be?” Brandt asked, certain he already knew the answer.

  “A surprised groan as you suddenly remember how tight my ass is,” Donnelly answered with a wicked grin.

  “Nothing would delight me more,” Brandt said in the manner of James Bond being offered an extra-large martini.

  “Remember when we were at the Villa Hermes, and you carried a bottle of—”

  “Right here,” Brandt replied as he reached for his jeans. He pulled his hand out of the pocket and brandished a small bottle of lube. “I thought we might have need of this today.”

  “Right you are, as always,” Donnelly said. “Hand it over.” He fixed Brandt with a serious glare, one that conveyed an intensity of desire that made Brandt’s cock twitch.

  “Yes, sir,” he said dutifully. He dropped the bottle into Donnelly’s impatient hand. Anything that involved the two of them and lubrication he was definitely up for.

  Donnelly flipped the cap on the bottle, then lifted himself up and moved down until he was straddling Brandt’s strong thighs. Their fullness was immediately apparent. “Someone managed to find time for leg day even while flitting about Paris.”

  “Flitting demands considerable hamstring and quadriceps involvement,” Brandt said with a haughty dignity that Donnelly found quite amusing.

  “Officer Ethan Brandt, flitting,” Donnelly said, shaking his head. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

  “Officer Gabriel Donnelly, flirting instead of using that bottle of lube I so kindly provided him. I may take it back and show him how it’s done.”