Silver & Black

by Tyler May

  “Ok, we’re dumping the tequila.” He grabs my face and kisses. “Just relax. We don’t have that long of a flight.”

  “Good,” I repeat. “Can you tell me where we’re going now?”

  “Maine.”

  “Are you kidding? I’ve always wanted to go to Maine. Here’s another embarrassing fact about me: I’ve never been out of New York, with the exception to New Jersey.”

  “Really? That’s not embarrassing.”

  “Is that why you started that sentence with really, then? It’s embarrassing because you’re so well-traveled and I’m such a homebody. We’re so opposite.”

  “I can’t wait to give you the world.”

  “You mean show me the world.”

  “That too,” he whispers confidentially.

  “What time will we be back on Monday? I’ll need to email or text Brady and let him know that I can start on Monday morning.”

  He looks at me confused. “What are you talking about?”

  “Work.”

  “Work? You got a job? That’s fantastic. When did this happen?”

  “I can’t believe I forgot to mention it. I got caught up in the shock of you taking off work that it slipped my mind. I was at the college yesterday registering for classes. I stopped in the Silver Coffee there and Brady offered me a job. He’s very fond of you.”

  “As I am him. I’m surprised Brady never texted me. Are you sure you shouldn’t just focus on finishing your last few classes?”

  “I don’t want Levi supporting me, and don’t think I don’t know that you’ve made it very easy for him to do that.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He smirks.

  “I appreciate it, but it’s time I go and earn my minimum wage. I have to do this and it won’t be that bad. Brady said I can open on the days I have class. On Mondays, I’ll work and then go to two of my classes. Then on Wednesday, I’ll work and go to my last class. The other days, I’ll work when he needs me.” He frowns and his eyes fill with concern. I can tell it’s a selfish concern. “Don’t pout; there will be plenty of time for us. Brady said most of the hours will be during the day when you’re working anyway.”

  “I wasn’t pouting. I’m happy for you. Plus, Brady is a great friend and very supportive of us.”

  “You talk to him often? Liz had said that you stop in there quite a bit.”

  “I do. I always check in on them. I told you, I help them a lot.”

  “Brady said he thinks the world of you.”

  “Did he?” he says and timidly looks to the side.

  “Was Marcus right? Did you have a thing for Brady?”

  “I was attracted to him. You saw him, he’s gorgeous. I had a crush on him, but it was a crush of admiration and respect. He is one of the bravest men I know. At the time, we were going through similar situations and I think I just liked that he understood me. He’s very straight. He and Liz had been together for years before I even met him, so I knew there was no chance.”

  “But if he wasn’t?”

  “He’s straight. My feelings for him were purely innocent.”

  “Is that why you helped him out?”

  “No I helped him out because he was having a hard time making it, and Liz couldn’t support them. I wanted to see them succeed. I had to help.”

  “I can’t wait to get to know them.”

  “It’s a great place for you to work. I’d rather you work with me, but there is good too.”

  “We’re ready to land. Please make sure your safety belts are fastened,” the pilot says over the intercom.

  “No problem for me. I never took the sucker off.”

  The white knuckles return as we descend, but it was smooth―almost effortless. This is something I’ll never forget. I actually like flying. The plane comes to a complete stop and the pilot turns off the engine. The doors open and we step out into the breathtaking view of Maine. A black limo pulls up right next to the plane. A chauffeur gets out and takes our bags from the plane and sticks them into the trunk of the limo. I’m in awe that Silver has planned all this. The chauffeur opens the back door for us to climb in. I look around with wonder in my eyes.

  “Don’t tell me you’ve never been in a limo.”

  “Yes, Mr. Sarcastic, I have been in a limo. I did have a senior prom.” We laugh. “This is much better than that night.”

  About fifteen minutes later, the limo pulls into a private drive deep in the Maine countryside. This is nothing like the city. Trees scrape the sky instead of buildings. The air is pure and clear. Grass and field flowers litter the ground. The pebble stone drive leads straight to the most stunning house I have ever seen. It’s a rustic log cabin home. I’d like to call it a cabin, but this is a fucking beast of house.

  “Wow. This is incredible. Did you rent this or is this like bed and breakfast?”

  “It belongs to my family. It’s our summer home, or at least it was when we were young. It belongs to me now. My parents wanted to sell it because they never used it anymore, but I couldn’t stand to part with it. It holds so many memories, good memories.”

  The limo parks in the circle drive in the front of the home. A man comes out of the home and greets Silver by name. He takes our bags in, and we follow. The inside is decorated in woodsy décor. The rustic log cabin feel carries throughout the home. It’s just gorgeous. Silver leads me up the spiral stairs to the top level where there are five bedrooms and four bathrooms. There are two master suites: one that belongs to his parents and the other is his. He shows me the room. A king-sized bed is the focal point. The sliding glass doors lead out to a wooden balcony that overlooks a lake and paths into the woods.

  “It’s lovely, isn’t it?” he asks.

  “Lovely isn’t the word for it. Thank you, Silver. I love this.” I stand and gaze out the window at the view.

  “It’s one of my favorite places.” He comes behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “I’m so happy to make more memories here with you.”

  I turn in his arms to face him. “We could christen the bed?” I kiss him with a sincere passion.

  He holds the back of my head as we kiss, and then he pulls softly off my lips. “There’s something I have to show you. We’ll have plenty of time to christen the bed. Let’s put our things away. I can’t wait to show you your birthday surprise.”

  “This is all so perfect. I don’t need anything more.”

  “There’s lots more,” he teases. I shake my head. He’s too much, so thoughtful.

  ~Chapter Thirty-One~

  “This is going to be so much fun.” Silver is like a child at Christmas. He can’t hold his excitement, and that makes me just as excited. “I’ll need you to drive. Is that ok?” We go outside to the carport. There are several vehicles in there: cars, motorbikes, golf carts, and bicycles. He throws me the keys to the black convertible sports car.

  “I get to drive that? Fuck yeah it’s ok.” We jump into the car. I smile at him as I start the engine. The vintage Corvette purrs beautifully. “So where to?”

  “I’ll give you directions as you drive. For now, pull down the drive.”

  The scenic route is breathtaking as we drive with the top down and the breeze in our hair. He directs me the entire time until we pull up to a small pond about ten minutes from the cabin. I park the car under a weeping willow tree. The pond is small and quiet. Under one of the trees near the pond is a blanket and a picnic basket. I look at Silver and he smiles proudly. He takes my hand as we go to the blanket.

  “This is so romantic, Silver. Thank you.”

  “It’s just the beginning.” He asks me to sit on the large checkered blanket. He opens the picnic basket. Inside holds a light lunch, a bottle of white wine, and two wine glasses. He takes the corkscrew and opens the wine, pouring us each a generous amount. The light breeze off the pond makes the experience so much better. We talk as we enjoy the thoughtful lunch. Silver tells me about his summers here at the cabin. They would come at the end of J
une and stay for a month, just the four of them. I can imagine how wonderful that was for them. He holds a chocolate-covered strawberry to my mouth. I bite the delectable dessert.

  “You’ve thought of everything. How’d I get so lucky to have such a thoughtful and romantic boyfriend?”

  “Romance is something I’m fluent in.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “I thought you said you weren’t good at flirting.”

  “Romance is different than flirting.”

  “Is it? Mmmm? Either way, you’re very good at it.” I scoot over to him and straddle his legs. I kiss him with a passion and want like I never have before. He’s made me feel so special, so important. I rub up his back and then slowly reach for the buttons on his linen shirt. He stops my hands. “What?” I look around. “There’s no one here.”

  “It’s not that, I have something else.”

  “Boy I just keep getting cock blocked this entire trip so far. I hope you’re planning on putting out sometime.”

  He laughs and lifts me off him. He stands and leans down and kisses me. “I promise. No more ‘cock blocking’ as you say.”

  “Good,” I say and reach for the zipper of his pants. He grabs my hands. I glare at him.

  “After this.” He walks over to the car and opens the trunk. He pulls out a big present. It’s wrapped in silver wrapping paper, black ribbon, and black bow. He shuts the trunk and returns to the blanket with present in hand. “After this,” he repeats.

  “Silver, I told you no gift. This is enough.” I wave my hand gesturing to the picnic.

  “Humor me.” He hands me the gift. Curiosity kicks in. The package is heavy and quite large. I smile and rip through the paper. The box gives nothing away as it has no marking on it. I take a fork and slice through the tape that seals the box. I lean up on my knees and then look to him one last time before peeking into the box.

  “Oh,” I whimper. My eyes instantly tear. I don’t even take it out of the box, just stare at it. “I…I.”

  “I didn’t mean to make you cry. If it’s too emotional, I can….”

  “No. Silver it’s amazing. I can’t believe you did this.” I take the toy boat out of the box. The same boat my mother had gotten me for Christmas all those years ago. It’s exactly the same one. I shake as I hold it in my hands. “How did you find it? I can’t believe this.”

  “It took a while. I had to do a lot of searching through old toy catalogues. It was basically the power of the internet. It’s even charged so you’ll get to sail it this time.”

  “I can’t believe this,” I keep repeating. “You planned all this: the boat, the pond, and the trip. All this so I can sail this boat.” He nods. I stand, still holding the boat, and crash my lips to his. Tears fall onto our lips as we kiss. “I’m sorry I usually don’t get this emotional. Wow, I can’t believe this. Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me. Now I know what my mom meant when she gave it to me and cried. Happy tears, go figure.” I sniff. “Thank you.”

  “You don’t owe me any thanks. The look on your face is all the thanks I need. And….I got myself a boat too.” He walks to the car and pulls out a toy jet boat. “I couldn’t let you have all the fun. I got a different one, though. We can race.”

  I laugh. “You’re on.” We go to the shore of the pond and place the boats into the water. I hit the remote and off the little boat sails. I’ve waited years to experience this. My dad stole this moment from me so many years ago and now I get my chance. My mom must be smiling down on us right now. I’m sure happy tears were falling from her eyes as well. It’s like she’s there with me.

  For hours, we sail our boats like little boys and it is pure heaven. We sail until the batteries in the boats go weak. One last race to the shore to add the joy of the day, and we crack up as Silver’s boat sinks to the bottom of the pond. “What?” He laughs at the word. “What is that?”

  I’m laughing so hard, I can barely speak. “Oh, well I guess that means I win.”

  “You win by default because my boat clearly has a defect. That toy maker will be hearing from me.”

  I pull my boat out of the water and lay it on the ground. Sill laughing, I press against him and kiss him. “They just don’t make toys like they used to.”

  “You’re telling me.” We pack up all the stuff and put them into the trunk. Except my boat, that baby is riding with me. “There’s one more place I want to show you.” He holds my hand and leads me down the dirt path. We walk hand in hand and talk through our nature walk. Sightseeing here is so different than New York. Everything is so serene. The squirrels run up the trees―I’ve never really even seen one up close. The birds chirp happily through the sky. At the end of the path is a small playground of sorts. It’s quite old and only has a single swing and a teeter-totter. Silver races to one side of the teeter-totter and climbs on and I take the other side. “I loved this when I was young, but Deborah was always so much smaller and lighter than I was that it was never even.”

  “It’s pretty even now.” We kick off the ground and throw the other side up. “This is so much fun. Who knew two grown men could still have fun on a teeter-totter?”

  “Oh, I did. You want to swing?” he asks. I nod.

  “There’s only one, do you want me to push you?”

  “Nope, we’re doing the spider.”

  “The spider?”

  “Yup.” He sits on the swing and holds out the chains. “Climb on, baby. Put your legs around my waist.”

  “Mmmm, don’t have to ask me twice.” I sit on his lap and put my legs on each side of his hips. He moves, very slowly. I laugh uncontrollably. “Wee, this is fun. We’re barely moving.”

  “Yeah, I guess it works a lot better when it’s not two grown adults. He stops, but we don’t move. He leans back, holding on to the chains. I lean on to him and lightly kiss his lips. As our kiss gets more heated, we both relax. This isn’t a good idea when you’re holding on. My weight causes him to fall backwards and I fall right on top of him onto the sand. We both crack up. He wraps his hands around me. “We’re too old for this.”

  “Speak for yourself, Grandpa. You have many years on me.”

  “Many?” he teases and rolls me to the sand so that he’s on top of me now. I playfully nod. “Well, this old man can still hold his own.” Our lips crash together as our hands grab over each other’s body. He sits on my legs and reaches for the button and zipper of my jeans. I reach up and do the same to his. Freeing our hardened cocks, he returns his lips to mine. I reach in between us and stroke us together. He pants against my lips. I bite his bottom one.

  “I want you in me, Silver.” He looks around and then gets a sexy smirk on his face. He gets off me and holds out his hand helping me up. I watch him adjust the links on the swing, raising it as high as he desires. He pats the vinyl seat of the swing. “Do you want me to sit?”

  “On your stomach,” he orders. I lean over the swing as he wants. He lowers my pants to my feet. I hang onto the seat as much as I can; it’s kind of a weird position. I can hear him rip open a wrapper, and then he lines his tip up to me. He spits in his hand and wets my opening. “If it hurts, let me know.” He holds tight to the chains, but guides his cock in slowly. The burn only lasts a few seconds until the sensation of him filling me and the pleasure takes over. I press against the swing and he has all the control. He slams in and out of me using the swing. He’s moaning and grunting so loudly that it echoes in the country air. “God, this feels so good,” he moans.

  “Ah, keep going. I’m not going to last long.” He pumps fiercely in and out of me hard and fast. He pulls me up slightly for better penetration. He pushes deep in me and holds in me. “Ah, right there,” I moan. With short hard thrusts, he pushes that spot. “I’m going to cum,” I announce, and he lets go of one of the chains and reaches my cock. He strokes as he slams into me. We come at almost the same exact time. He falls onto my back. “Holy fuck,” I huff.

  “No cock block there,” he jokes as he helps me up. Wipin
g ourselves off with our shirts, Silver disposes the condom into the trash. “We definitely need a shower now.”

  “Let’s hit the hot tub first.”

  “Perfect plan.”

  We drive back to the cabin, and to my surprise he’s arranged a beautifully decorated entrance as we walk in. Silver and black balloons are scattered everywhere. A happy birthday banner hangs from the log beams of the ceiling. Dozens of silver and white roses are in black vases arranged around the room. “Do you notice a theme?” he asks.

  “Of course I do. Silver and black, you’re so clever.”

  “Except the roses: black was too dreary.”

  “I love it, thank you. Please tell me there are no more presents. You’ve already done so much.”

  He looks at his watch. “There is still six hours to your birthday. I guess we’ll have to wait and see. How about I show you around before we go to the hot tub?”

  “Yes, please. Are there people staying here with us? How are you doing all this?”

  “We have a caretaker that stays at the home. She has arranged all this for me, but will be staying elsewhere for the remainder of the night. She lives in a suite in the lower level.”

  “You mean the basement?”

  “Well.” He shrugs. “We’ll have just enough time to relax in the hot tub, shower, and change for dinner. I have a chef coming in to prepare a lovely dinner and dessert.”

  “Mmmm, sounds great.”

  After a tour of this incredible place, we get into the indoor hot tub. He wants to save the outside one for later.

  ~Chapter Thirty-Two~

  Relaxing in the hot tub and a shower together was exactly what we needed. Now we’re off to dinner fully relaxed and comfortable. Silver walks behind me with his hands covering my eyes. He whispers in my ear, “No peeking. Keep your eyes closed until I tell you.”

  “Ok,” I say and then pretend to open them.

  “Close them,” he demands, and then opens the door. He pulls me into the room. “Ok, open your eyes.” I slowly open them. The dining room is completely lit by hundreds of white candles. The table is covered with a black tablecloth and set with silver plates, bowls, and silver table settings. In the center is a vase of black, silver, and white roses and is surrounded by white votive candles. A happy birthday banner hangs on the door wall looking over the lake. “So what do you think?”