Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2004 20:32:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scotty <niki200sc@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Professor and Sean - Part 48

The Professor and Sean - Part 48

by Scotty

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gentlemen, and a competent man.

							Scotty


"We all find treasure in the strangest places; it is the wonder of being
alive"

The Professor and Sean - Part 48

PLEASE NOTE: I will be travelling for a few weeks so Part 49 will be a
little later than usual.  Thanks

(Ryan narrates)

I was awakened by a numbness in my arm.  Sean had been asleep on my chest
and arm.  I leaned down and kissed him, hoping I might awaken him, but he
continued to sleep the sleep of innocence.  I had to move so I pulled my
arm from under him.  He rolled away from me.  I looked at the clock as I
rubbed some circulation into my arm.  Still he slept.

It was now ten o'clock.  I decided to get the pork chops ready for cooking.
I wanted to mix some dressing, cut the chops so that they had a pocket and
then stuff the dressing into them.  It was a simple procedure and I
accomplished it without making too much noise.  I got all the other
ingredients ready.  I also placed the chops in a baking dish, covered them
with plastic wrap and put them in the refrigerator.  I did the same with
the other ingredients.

After I quietly cleaned up everything, I went back into the living room and
walked to the sofa.  I looked down at him, realizing again how beautiful he
was.  My heart fluttered as I lay next to him, lightly strokinghis face
with the back of my hand.  He moaned.  I leaned and kissed him on the
nose. He opened one eyes and looked at me.

"What time is it?" he wanted to know.

"It's almost 10:30." I replied.

"Please come here, I need a hug and a kiss," he said with a yawn.

I pulled him to me and kissed him on the lips.  He pulled me more tightly
and whimpered as we continued to kiss.  He broke the kiss to say to me,

"Ry, I love you so much.  I want this Christmas to be the best, the
happiest you have ever known."

"How could it be anything else, Baby, you are here with me and that is all
that I need or want," I whispered in his ear and kissed him again with
gentleness and love.

"I suppose we should get ready, don't you think?" he said.

"Yeah.  Think we can take a shower together or should we take them
separately?  I'm not sure I can keep my hands off you, Baby.  We should
save our lovemaking until after the services," I told him.

"You're right, Ry, but I wouldn't mind making love right this minute.  I'll
take my shower first, then you can take yours.  I need to shave, too, and I
know you will want to also.  Then we can decide on what to wear, have a
sandwich and get to St. Clement's no later than 11:30 or so, because we
will want good seats for the Mass.  I'm off, Hon," he said to me as he
hurried to the bathroom.  I enjoyed watching him hurry away because his ass
was so tempting.

I decided that while I waited, I would get some other things ready for our
midnight dinner.  I set the dining room table with our best china and some
holiday linens. Then made sure that there were candles.  I set wineglasses
out along with water goblets and a crystal tumbler for Sean's milk.

I had just finished with my job when Sean came wandering into the kitchen.
He looked rested and comfortable in his bath towel.  He came over and gave
me a peck on the cheek.

"So, whatca been doin'?" he asked with a smile that took my breath away.

"Not much, Baby, just getting some things together for dinner when we
return from Mass.  You have anything in particular you want for a veggie?"

"Well, a salad would be nice, and maybe some green beans or spinach.  What
do you want?" he asked.

"What I want, Baby, I will have to wait for until we hit the hay, as they
say.  I am sure you understand," I said with a laugh.

"Go take a cold shower, Hon.  You can't have me yet.  By the way, the
feeling is mutual.  Hurry, Hon, I will make us a tuna sandwich.  Is that
okay?"

"Super, Baby.  Maybe a coke, or whatever.  There are some chips in the
cabinet over the refrigerator.  There's also a variety of pickles.
Surprise me," I told him with a hug and a peck on the forehead.  I hurried
to the bathroom to shower and shave.

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(Sean narrates)

I opened one of the large cans of tuna, drained it, and put it into a bowl.
I seasoned it with some chopped onion, green pepper, and celery.  I got
some lettuce, washed it carefully, and dried it.  I found the mayo in the
fridge and spooned some into the tuna salad makings.  I mixed the tuna
thoroughly, but was careful not to turn the tuna up into a mush.  Then I
got bread from the bread box, whole wheat for both of us.  I slathered some
mayo on all the slices of bread, piled on the tuna salad, added the
lettuce, put the top slice on, and finally cut the sandwich into halves.  I
placed them on a nice luncheon plate, found the chips and loaded some of
them onto the plate.  I selected some kosher dill pickles and added a
couple to each plate.  I was getting out the coke when Ry came back into
the kitchen.  He was wearing his towel just as I was.  We sat at the
counter across from each other.

"It looks good, Sean.  Thanks for doing this.  Before we eat, I would like
to offer grace.  Is that okay with you?" he asked.

"Of course it's okay.  I remember saying grace when Mom and Dad were alive.
Your Mom and Dad always say grace.  Go on."  I bowed my head and waited.
Ry reached across the counter and took my hands into his, then he smiled at
me and began,

"Heavenly Father, thank You for providing us with some of the bounty of
this wonderful world You have created.  We want You to know that we love
You, dear Lord, and we thank You for all the things You have provided for
us.  But on this special night celebrating the birth of Your Son, Jesus
Christ, we especially want to thank You for allowing us to love each other.
We hope that our lives will bring honor to You and Your Son.  I love Sean
deeply and with great tenderness and I know that he loves me in return.
Bless us, dear Lord, and bless my mother and father and Sean's aunt, Emily.
Also, bless our special friends, Roger and Greg.  Keep Cathy and Janet safe
on their trip, and grant a safe trip for us as we travel to Florida to be
with our parents.  We ask this in Jesus' name, Amen.

"Ry, that was beautiful!"

"I really felt it, Sean, deeply in my heart and soul.  Now let's eat."

We enjoyed our late night lunch before Midnight Mass, laughed a great deal
as we got dressed.  We both wore gray trousers, light blue shirts, maroon
ties, and blue sport coats.  Both of us put on dark socks and black
loafers.  We decided not to take an overcoat, hoping that we wouldn't have
far to walk and therefore not get too cold.

Ry checked everything; turning off the tree lights and the other
decorations throughout the house.  He double-checked the oven to be sure
the start time was correct, and then armed the alarm system as we left.  We
got into the Rover for the short drive to St. Clement's.  When we arrived,
the parking lot was already filling up.  I parked as close to the door as
possible, and we got out and walked to the church.

Inside, the church was filled with candles and flowers.  It was beautiful.
The crˇche to the left of the altar was lovely in its simplicity.  An usher
led us to our seats near the front of the church.  We both knelt, privately
praying, but I surmised we were praying for the same thing.  The organist
was playing a prelude, which made me feel a deep connection to God.  When I
finished, I sat back in the pew; and as Ryan sat back, he reached down and
took my hand.  We glanced at each other and then sat quietly listening to
the music.  The altar boys were moving about the altar performing
last-minute duties.  I felt peace and joy, and was overcome by emotion.

Soon the choir began singing Christmas carols.  Finally, as they began to
sing "O, Holy Night", the procession came down the center aisle toward the
altar.  Father Jim was resplendent in his golden vestments and carried the
statue of the baby Jesus.  As he passed us, he smiled and blessed us.  Even
though we were standing, Ry still held my hand.  I didn't worry or care if
anyone noticed.

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(Ryan narrates)

I couldn't believe how emotional I became when we entered the church. The
decorations for Christmas were lovely.  The atmosphere made me feel closer
to God. After the usher seated us and we had prayed, we sat back in the
pew.  I needed to touch my lover, to feel connected to him.  I reached down
and took his hand in mine.  I felt his warmth and my body relaxed.  I
looked over at him and he smiled that wonderful smile and I knew in that
instance that we were truly meant to spend our lives together, and
hopefully a loving God would let us be together in the afterlife.

I had enjoyed listening to the Christmas carols, but when the choir began
to sing "O Holy Night", I was really moved.  As Father Jim passed us in his
golden vestments, he turned, smiled, and blessed us.  At that moment, Sean
squeezed my hand, and I had a lump in my throat.  This evening would be
powerful for me.

When the procession reached the altar, Father Jim placed the baby Jesus in
the crˇche.  After preliminaries of the Mass, it was time for the Gospel.
Father Jim held the Book of Gospels high over his head and walked across
the chancel showing it to all those present.  He then carried it to the
lectern, where the altar boys, carrying candles, took up their positions on
either side.  With the completion of the acclamations, Father Jim began to
read the Christmas Gospel.

After the Gospel reading, Father Jim wished everyone a Merry Christmas and
then began his homily.  It was a meaningful talk.  Essentially he told the
congregation that we all had to love each other. He went on to say that
Almighty God showed pure love when He sent His only Son to us so that He
could save us from our sins.

He continued admonishing us to demonstrate that kind of unselfish love for
each other.  Love, he told us, is the key to everything good.  He told
those gathered not to squander love.  It is too precious to waste.  Love
will win out if we give it a chance.  I was deeply moved and I wanted to
take Sean into my arms. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, that I
would sacrifice everything for him, but I could not do that in the middle
of the Mass.  The homily finished, the Mass moved to the Offertory.  The
ushers began the collection and as Sean and I had discussed how much we had
to be thankful for in the past months, we decided to write a check for two
thousand dollars as our contribution to St. Clement's and Father Jim.

As Father Jim waited to begin the Offertory, all the lights in the church
were extinguished and the choir began to sing "Silent Night."  Starting at
the rear of the church, four altar boys, carrying candles, began their slow
walk down the center aisle, lighting the small white candles held by the
churchgoers who were standing at the end of the pews. That person, in turn,
lighted the candle of the parishioner standing next to him, and then it
continued person to person across the pew. Following in the possession was
a couple, one carrying the unconsecrated wine, the other the unconsecrated
bread.  As the procession moved down the aisle, the candlelight moved from
the back of the church to the altar, symbolizing that Jesus is the Light of
the World.  When the light got to the altar, the church was suddenly filled
with a blaze of illumination.  My heart was beating rapidly, and my
emotions were building.  When I looked at Sean, I almost lost it, as a
couple of tears were slowly moving down his face.  But he saved me when he
smiled at me.  I knew from his tears that he was as moved as I was.

The Mass proceeded and, after the Lord's Prayer, it was time for the Rite
of Peace.  Father Jim asked the congregation to offer each other a sign of
peace.  Many people shook each other's hands and some couples kissed.  What
was I to do?  I took Sean's hands in mine, but didn't kiss him on the lips.
Instead I kissed him on both cheeks as many people do, and told him softly
as I did, that I loved him.  He then did the same for me.  We shook hands
with others, and then I saw Aaron Boyle who is on staff at State.  He
reached for my hands and kissed me on both cheeks, I returned the sign of
peace.

It was now time for Holy Communion.  Father Jim and three Eucharistic
Ministers came to the front of the church and began to distribute Holy
Communion Wafers and Consecrated Wine.  Rows of parishioners began an
orderly movement to receive their wafer and wine.  The rows emptied and
then filled as communicants returned to their seats.  I was tense waiting
for our turn.  Then the usher was at our pew; I stood and stepped into the
aisle, Sean followed me out of the pew, but I let him precede me down the
aisle.  We had talked earlier about things I might want to remember about
the manner in which to receive the Eucharist.  We both had our hands
clasped in reverence, and moved slowly to the front of the church.  Sean
stood in front of Father Jim and waited.  Father Jim motioned me forward
and I stood next to Sean.  Father Jim placed a sacred host in my hands and
then in Sean's hands.  We both placed the host in our mouths and blessed
ourselves.  We moved to the side, but did not partake of the wine.

I am unable, despite my years of studying English, to find words that are
powerful enough to describe the sense of joy that overwhelmed me.  As we
walked back to our pew, I could feel the tears running down my face.  Sean
had taken my hand and helped me find my way back to my seat.  He hugged me
to him, helping me muffle my sobs of joy.  He did not let me go until I had
some control.  He whispered in my ear,

"God has blessed you, Hon.  He wants you back.  Praise God!"

It seemed only moments later, after the final blessing that the choir began
to sing "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" with the bells of the church pealing.
Father Jim stopped at our pew as he was leaving the church in the
procession.  He looked at us, smiled his and said to us,

"God bless you and keep you.  May the joy of this season, be yours always."

In unison, we answered, "Amen!"

He moved on, and shortly thereafter we left the church.  Neither of us said
anything; we were reliving the experience.  We quietly walked to our
vehicle and got in.  Sean started the Rover and drove us toward home.
There was continued silence.  When we arrived home, we got out of the Rover
and walked hand-in-hand to the townhouse.  I unlocked the door and we went
into the foyer.  I closed the door and disarmed the alarm.  I looked at
Sean.  He was standing in the dim light of the living room, smiling broadly
at me, but saying nothing.  I knew he was waiting for me, so I took a deep
breath, and in almost a whisper, told him,

"My beloved, thank you for saving me from myself.  What has happened in the
last couple of days has been remarkable.  What happened tonight when I took
Communion, I can't explain.  I do know this, my beautiful lover, God took
me back and I discovered He never gave up on me as I had on Him.  You, my
wonderful Sean, became the instrument of His wish to forgive me and to once
again make peace between us.  If I were to live forever, my darling, I
would not be able to repay your love for me.  All I can do, Baby, is try to
love you each day with all the love I can muster from the deepest recesses
of my heart and soul.  I ask nothing in return.  Thank you, Sean, thank
you."

I could see him standing in the shadows of the room, but it was obvious
that tears were cascading down his face.  He walked back into the entry and
to me.  He took me into his arms and kissed me softly on the lips.  He held
me at arm's length, smiled at me, and said,

"Hon, thank you for loving me so much.  What happened tonight, and it was
spiritual, was of your own doing.  It was really between you and God.  But,
Ryan, I knew that something soul-rending was occurring, and I thanked God
that I was there to experience the remarkable coming together of you and
God.  I think it may have been a miracle.  I want you to know that there is
one thing you should want from me, dear Ryan.  You should want me to always
love you as I do now.  You have nothing to worry about, though, as I will
love you and I will say it even as I draw my last breath.  Now, Hon, the
smell of those pork chops have me salivating and my guts are growling, so
let's get on with our Christmas celebration."

I hugged him to me and smothered him with kisses.  I laughed as I told him
that I thought I heard some mechanical noise, not realizing that it was our
guts rumbling in unison.  He laughed and we went to the bedroom and changed
our clothes.  T-shirts, lounging pants, and barefeet were the choice of the
night.  I think I kissed Sean three or four times as we undressed and
re-dressed.  It was strange because at this particular moment, there was
nothing sexual about our demonstration of love for each other.

We went to the kitchen where I checked the oven, which held the stuffed
pork chops and our baked potatoes.  They were perfect.  Sean had already
begun to heat the string beans in the microwave and I was sautˇing almonds
for the the string beans.  I took some applesauce, which I had made
earlier, and put it on the counter.  Then I quickly tossed the salad
makings together.

I had wanted a little something special for dinner, so I set the dining
table with candles, beautiful china and crystal, and handsome place
mats. Sean helped by bringing the serving dishes into me.  Every time he
passed me, we gave each other a short kiss, smiling and enjoying ourselves.
The centerpiece was pine bows and holly and candles.  In a few short
minutes, the table was ready.

"Pretty impressive, Hon.  You're spoiling me, you know," he said as he
kissed me and gave me a warm hug.

"I doubt it, Baby.  You're not the type to be spoiled.  You are just too
wonderful.  God, Sean, I love you so much," I told him.

Wanting to change the emotion of the moment, Sean laughed and said,

"Yes sir, and I love you, too, but at the moment, my guts tell me that food
should be the most important item on our list of things to accomplish
tonight."

"As usual, Baby, you are right again.  You sit, because I want to serve you
tonight on this special day.  Just get comfortable.  Okay?"

"Yes, Hon, I can handle that.  But you are spoiling me."

As I left the room and headed to the kitchen, I told Sean, "Baby, one of my
favorite things is spoiling you.  My major aim in life is to keep you
happy."

Sean went to the CD and started the Christmas music.  As he returned to the
table, I brought in the platter with the chops and potatoes on it.  I
kissed my lover before I left.  I returned with the salad, the green beans,
and some dinner rolls.  One last trip for a pitcher of milk and the
applesauce.  I smiled at him as I sat down opposite him at the table.

"Ryan, may I say grace tonight?" he asked.

"Of course, you may, Baby."

"Give me your hands, Ry."  Holding hands, and with our heads bowed, Sean
began saying his grace,

"Almighty Father, thank you for this food from the wondrous bounty you have
supplied for us to choose from.  But Dear Lord, we want to especially thank
You for bringing Ryan back into Your fold.  He is loved by many, but
especially by me, and I am forever thankful to You for bringing him back to
You.  Both of us join in singing Your praises for leading us to each other
and for allowing us to know through our love for each other some small
understanding of the immensity of Your love for all of us.  Bless us,
please, Lord.  Amen."

I sat there a little dumbfounded by the maturity and the sincerity of the
Grace that Sean had given.  I didn't speak for a bit, but I knew a tear was
running down my face.  Sean looked at me and smiled and I felt my body
begin to relax again.  I swallowed hard and spoke,

"You know, don't you, Sean, that what you just prayed was beautiful.  Thank
you for being you and for caring about me."

He laughed lightly and told me, "I accept all that, Ry.  But you know my
guts are still gurgling, so let's have some dinner." and he squeezed my
hand tightly.

I began to dish out the food for the two of us, two chops for him, one for
me; the larger potato for him, the smaller one for me.  I knew he loved
green beans amandine, so I gave him an extra large portion.  While I did
this, he dished out our salads, and placed a hot roll on our bread plates.
We began eating, and I couldn't help myself as I kept looking at him and
smiling like the infamous Cheshire cat.  Finally, he set down his utensils,
looked me straight in the eyes, and asked,

"And what, my loving partner, is so amusing?  All this smiling at me makes
me wonder if I have food all over my face, or what?"

"Nothing like that, Baby, I am just happy to be here with you.  It's that
simple.  Sorry I spoiled your dinner," I stammered and I felt my face
getting red.

Getting up from his chair, he came to me, bent down, and kissed me on the
forehead.  He smiled that delicious smile of his and taking my hand in his,
told me,

"You could never spoil my dinner, or anything else, Hon.  Here's a Kelly
kiss to hold you over until after dinner.  And remember we both get to open
one Christmas gift tonight.  I won't give in on that point.  And then we
can do whatever will make you happy.  Hmm, by the wicked smile, Ry, I know
what you have in mind.  You know what, Hon, I'm thinking along those lines,
too.  Now let's finish dinner."

He returned to his place and we finished dinner quietly.  I gathered up the
dishes and went into the kitchen and returned with the pork pie.  I got a
skeptical look from Sean when I set the pie on the table.

"Hmm, so this is that 'tortkay' thing?  Looks just like a pie.  So what
else?" he asked.

"Some great dill pickles and a hot cup of coffee.  Are you up to drinking a
cup of coffee with me?  The caffeine will probably keep you awake later
tonight."

"If that's a promise, then I will gladly drink a cup or two of coffee.  I
wouldn't mind staying awake for a while tonight.  I guess I could find
something to do with all that sleepless time."

Without meaning to do, I guffawed which caused him to break into
uncontrolled laughter.  We laughed until tears were sliding down our faces.
There followed some coughing and gasping as we both tried to collect
ourselves and return to some semblance of control.  I finally said to him,

"Baby, I have some plans for those long periods of sleeplessness."

As usual he smiled at me, and told me,

"Just let me imagine how we will use up all that wakefulness.  Let's eat
this 'tortkay' thing.  And don't forget the coffee."

I kissed him on the top of his head and went to the kitchen for the dill
pickles and the coffee.  I also brought a pitcher of milk and a glass, just
in case.  I placed the items on the table, and pulled the pie toward me so
that I could cut it.  I had placed the pie in the warm oven while we ate
our dinner.  It was perfect for eating.  I cut Sean and myself a large
piece of the pie.  I put a large dill pickle on each plate and handed one
to Sean.  I poured both of us coffee and pushed the creamer and sugar to
him.  He frowned and asked,

"Wouldn't it be better if I had it black?"

"Don't think so, Baby."

"Why not?"

"I think you would spit it out or maybe be sick to your stomach.  The cream
and sugar would make it more palatable.  But it's your coffee."

"Guess I'll take your advice, Hon."  With that he poured a liberal amount
of cream into his coffee followed by a couple of heaping spoonfuls of
sugar.  He stirred it slowly, and placed the teaspoon on the saucer.  He
picked up the fork and cut through the crust and into the filling and
bottom crust.  He smiled at me, then slowly he lifted the fork to his
mouth, hesitated, and finally put the pie into his mouth, and slid the fork
out.  I waited patiently as he chewed and swallowed.

"Wow!  This 'tortkay' is delicious.  I like this tradition.  Let's make
this a part of our holidays in the future.  Thanks for teaching me about
one of your family traditions.  Sadly, I don't have any to share," he said
with a sadness in his voice he couldn't hide.

"Sean, let's make our own traditions.  You like this one and so do I, so
we'll keep it.  We want to open one gift on Christmas Eve, so that's our
own tradition.  I know we will have others; the thing about a tradition is
remembering it and being sure that you observe it each year.  We'll do
fine," I assured him and I took his hand in mine and held it tightly.

"You made a sad moment into a happy one for me, Hon.  You always do.
That's just one small reason why I care so much about you.  I guess I think
we fit together as if we were made to be together in all ways.  I love
you."

We looked at each other smiling and continued eating the 'tortkay'.  Once
finished, we hurriedly cleared the table.  "Thank the Lord for our shiny
dishwashing machine.' I thought.  As Sean brought the soiled dinnerware to
me, I loaded the dishwasher.  There were only a few pieces of bone to
discard, and with the exception of the rolls, applesauce, and the
tourtiˇre, there were no leftovers.  The applesauce and the pork pie were
placed in the refrigerator, the rolls in the breadbox and we were almost
done.  We sprayed the dining room table with cleaner and soon it shined
beautifully.  Countertops in the kitchen were also cleaned and shining.  I
left the coffee on, thinking I might want another cup.  As we finished,
Sean came behind me and wrapped his arms around me.  He kissed the back of
my neck, then nibbled on my right ear.  Then he licked the inside of my ear
with his tongue and I was hard.

He laughed and slid his hands down and began massaging my basket, now hard
and ready for action.

"Remember, Hon, no reward until we open one gift.  I'll get the one I want
you to open and you get one for me.  Okay?"

"Do you realize what you are doing to me, Baby?  I am so hot for you that I
almost can't control myself.  But I will, at least until a little later."
I went to the tree, and after a few moments of hunting, I returned with the
gift I wanted Sean to open.  It didn't take him long to find what he wanted
me to open.

I handed him his gift and he gave me mine.  We were silent for a moment,
then he said,

"Merry Christmas, Hon."

"Merry Christmas to you, too, Baby."

He removed the ribbon and gift-wrapping until the box was exposed.  He
stopped,

"You unwrap yours this far, too.  Then we can finish together."

I laughed quietly and looked directly into his eyes.  He looked back at me,
intent on remaining serious.  I was just a little embarrassed that I had
taken his comment about finishing together in an entirely different way
than he had intended.  He smiled weakly, and admonished me,

"Come on, Ry, get your mind out of the bedroom.  I simply meant I wanted us
to open our gifts at the same time.  Gosh, are you just a dirty old man?"

"Sean, please forgive me.  It just struck me funny.  You must realize where
my mind has been for the last few minutes.  Am I forgiven?" I asked with
great humbleness in my demeanor.

"Of course you are.  Now, let's finish opening these gifts," he told me.

I had ripped off the gift-wrapping and the box sat on my lap.  We looked at
each other and together we lifted the covers from the boxes.  I heard Sean
gasp and I myself was stunned into silence.  I reached with great care into
the box and lifted out a beautiful crucifix.  It was then that I noticed my
hands were shaking.  I looked toward Sean, and he was just sitting there,
carefully removing the Chopin CD's.  When he finally got to the book about
Chopin and his life and works, I noticed he was stroking it gently.

His soft voice broke the silence in the room.

"Hon, this is such a wonderful gift.  I will cherish these forever, Ry.
You know that these help define who I am.  I am so pleased."  He got to his
feet and hurriedly moved to me.  I held up my hand to stop him.  He looked
at me with great hurt in his eyes, so I quickly spoke,

"I just have to say this before you get to me, Baby.  I am thunderstruck by
this gift.  It is the capstone of my day today.  It seals my return to God.
I can never thank you enough for this gift.  It will have a place of honor
in our home.  Now, come here because I want to thank you properly, just as
you want to thank me."

In seconds he was in my arms and our embrace and kisses were filled with a
love and a gentleness that bespoke the emotion of the moment.

"I want to go to bed, Hon," he whispered in my ear.

"I'm ready, Baby.  Let's get the lights, turn off the coffee, check the
alarm, and go to our marriage bed."

That agreed upon, without words, we moved from the darkened living room
area to our bedroom.  There we would thank each other in the most intimate
way two lovers can.

Our love making that Christmas Eve was gentle and slow.  We were both
tender and demonstrated completely our love for each other.  There was no
question that we had said 'I love you' in the fullest, most passionate way.

Later, when I was sure that Sean was asleep, I hurriedly filled our
stockings, playing my role as Santa.

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Christmas morning dawned clear and cold.

It had snowed a little during the night and so there was a dusting of snow
on the trees and lawns.  It wasn't a Currier and Ives painting, but it was
a wonderful addition to our first Christmas together.

I awoke slowly.  I was on my left side and he was snuggled up against my
back.  He was enjoying the age-old morning curse: the morning hardon; so
was I.  I needed to use the bathroom to relieve myself, but I hated to move
and awaken him.  Nevertheless, I slowly moved away from him and was ready
to put my legs over the edge of the bed when he touched my naked butt and
caressed it.  I stopped, turned and climbed back into bed, facing him.

A very sleepy Sean looked at me through heavy eyes.  A small smile came
over his face.  He yawned loudly and then stretched the muscles of his
body.  I slid under the sheet and drew myself up to him.  I kissed him
gently on the lips.

"Morning, handsome.  Merry Christmas."

He giggled a little, but then said, "Merry Chritmas and good morning,
sexy."

We both laughed as I pulled him into my arms; our erections rubbing against
each other.  He threw his leg over me, pulling us closer to each other.  I
rolled onto my back, and pulled him on top of me.  He leaned down and
kissed me deeply, sharing his tongue with me.  I was suddenly aroused and I
wanted him so much.  He pulled away and told me,

"Ryan, I love you deeply, but right now I have to relieve the pressure in
my bladder or I will piss in the bed and all over you.  I know that at one
time I thought golden showers were hot and sexy, but not here in our bed.
So, move it, Lover."

We extricated ourselves from each other and then hurriedly ran to the
bathroom and shared the toilet.  After that, we brushed our teeth and
headed back into the bedroom.  I reached for my bathrobe and was about to
put it on when I realized that Sean was back in bed.  He was lying on his
back, his legs spread wide, and his hard cock lying against his abs.  He
winked at me, and as he did, he stroked his cock and licked his lips.

My robe fell to the floor and I was immediately on the bed kneeling between
my lover's legs.  I bent down and began to lick his balls, and then I
worked my way up his shaft until I had his cock head in my mouth; my tongue
swirling around it.  He was moaning and then suddenly he pulled back his
legs and held them to his chest.  I knew this signal and although I wanted
him badly, I also wanted to suck his cock, so I moved into 69 position and
we both began sucking cock.  It really didn't take long for us to cum, as
we were both horny.  He started to shoot his load into my throat and mouth,
and I reciprocated, filling his mouth and throat full of my warm sperm.
When we had sucked every last drop of sweet cum from our cocks, we fell
back and got control of our emotions.  I felt I had to explain something
about the sex we had just had.

"Baby, I know you wanted me to fuck you, but I wanted your essence in my
mouth, and I wanted you to taste me, too.  I'm sorry that I didn't deliver
for you, but I just needed you in another way.  I apologize."

"You silly goose, I enjoyed every minute of our lovemaking, and I know that
before the day is over, you will fuck me.  Right?"

I was laughing now and so was he.  "You can count on it!"

He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into a sitting position on the bed.
Leaning in and kisseing me softly, he chuckled a little and said,

"Come on, Hon, let's get going; showers, breakfast and then we open gifts.
I'm excited, Ry.  Remember, this is my first real Christmas, and you, my
lover, are my very best gift"

"Okay, Baby, you take a quick shower and I will start breakfast.  You can
finish getting breakfast while I shower, then we can eat and get to opening
gifts.  Love you, Baby."

We both left the bedroom, I headed to the kitchen, stopping to turn on all
the Christmas lights.  Sean headed into the bathroom for his shower.  I
reached the kitchen, put on coffee to brew and it was then that it suddenly
hit me.  This is Christmas and I am letting him take a shower by himself.
I hurried, in fact, almost ran to the bathroom.  I opened the shower door,
climbed in, and took my lover into my arms and began kissing him
passionately.  He broke our embrace just long enough to say,

"Thank you, Ry.  This is what I really wanted.  Merry Christmas."  I got to
my knees intending to show him how he was my very best Christmas gift.

(To be continued.)

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