Date: Fri, 01 Dec 2006 06:44:13 -0700
From: Gabriel Morgan <qwb44@hotmail.com>
Subject: Stonegate Stables chap 27

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Stonegate Stables

Chapter 27


I decided to kick off the new show facility the
third Saturday in April with a gymkhana - kind
of a play day which consists of timed speed
events on horseback.  The events involve various
obstacles - poles to be weaved through, or
bottles to be picked up and dropped into a
bucket, or golf balls that have to be placed on
top of traffic cones.  All of this is done on
horseback as fast as you can go making it a fun,
exciting thing to participate in and to watch.
I figured we'd get a big turnout because I was
waiving all entry fees so that kids of all
economic levels could afford to come and have a
fun day.

Matt made up a flyer, printed a hundred, and
spent a day tacking them up all over town - in
the feed stores, tack shops, groceries, and
pharmacies - any place horse people might go.
Teresa lined up volunteers to handle
registration the morning of the event.
Alejandro took care of buying or building the
necessary equipment.  I bit my nails and
tormented Vincent every night by tossing and
turning until he threatened to make me sleep in
the den.

I had contracted out the concession stands, not
wanting to deal with figuring out all the people
and machinery required to turn out hundreds of
hot dogs, nachos, and French fries. The food
company held a dress rehearsal the last Saturday
in March just to make sure everything was
working properly.  We turned it into a company
picnic with everyone's families and friends
showing up to pre-run the bathrooms, traffic
flow, drinking fountains, pay phones - the
minutia of details that can ruin even the best
event.

Amanda had commented at the Gran Prix that she
fucking hated to wait in line to pee, so I'd put
in three times the usual number of ladies'
restrooms and was pleased to see there was never
a line.

We turned the donkeys loose in one of the arenas
and let the kids in with them.  Both donkeys and
kids had a great time romping around.
Apparently the donkeys had been taught to give
chase or play tag or something similar because
when the kids took off running, the donkey
cantered after them, tossing their heads and
squeaking.  When the kids got tired and stopped,
the donkeys galumphed off in the other
direction, ears and tails flapping as they
trotted along with a gaggle of kids on their
heels.

The local paper had come out to take some
preliminary pictures and got several great shots
that ended up on the human interest page of the
Sunday edition.  The following weekend we were
inundated with donkey visitors, prospective
boarders, trainers looking to relocate, and I
don't remember who else.  After chasing the last
car off the place Sunday afternoon, I tracked
down TJ and handed him a hundred dollar bill.
He eyed it, and then looked at me with raised
eyebrows.

"It's for those damn donkeys," I told him,
trying without success to keep the chuckle out
of my voice.

"Teresa already paid me," he said, holding the
bill out to me.

"Then consider it a bonus," I replied.  "They're
worth their weight in public relations."

He smiled slowly at me as he tucked the hundred
into his pocket.  "Thanks," he said, leaning
forward to kiss me. "You're a good guy, Sean."

I kissed him back hotly, melting into the most
talented mouth in Texas, and then sent him home
with Gabriel in his ratty Explorer.  TJ hadn't
said anything further to me about their
relationship, but it didn't appear to have
progressed much.


The next morning I happened to be outside when
they showed up for work and was astonished at
the range of bowling alley noises the Explorer
churned out as it lurched into the yard. The
engine ran for several seconds after TJ turned
it off.
I shuddered when I realized this was the vehicle
he drove on official Foundation business.  Not
the image I wanted to project.

I met them halfway across the yard and pointed
at my car. "Get in, both of you."

They looked at each other, but followed along.
We drove silently into town where I parked at
the Ford dealership and turned to them, pointing
at Gabriel.  "You go pick out a truck -
something big enough to haul the four-horse.
I'll call them on the way home about payment, so
you'll be able to drive it off the lot."

I looked at TJ. "And you go choose a new
Explorer."

They were both staring at me and making no
attempt to get out of the car.  "Do you need an
engraved invitation?"  I asked with a smile.

"Are you serious?"  TJ was beginning to grin.

"Yes!  I'm having your Explorer hauled away the
minute I get back to the barn, so be sure to
come back with something, or you'll be walking
home tonight."

TJ knew me well enough by now to know I meant it
and scrambled out of the car, tugging Gabriel
after him.  I watched them walk off to the truck
side of the big lot and smiled when TJ grabbed
Gabriel in a one armed hug.

A couple hours later, I heard an unfamiliar
vehicle and looked up to see a dark blue F250
rumble into the yard with a beaming Gabriel at
the wheel.  It was gorgeous in a big powerful
way, hulking there next to Amanda's sleek little
SL450.  TJ was right behind him in an arrest-me-
red Explorer.  They looked pleased with
themselves, and I gave the new vehicles my
approval.


As the second Sunday in April drew close,
Vincent and I were busy with plans for our
commitment ceremony.  We went back
and forth over hiring someone to sort of
officiate.  Neither of us was religious, so we
thought about having an older man - someone we
both respected - direct the proceedings, but in
the end we decided to just stand there amidst
our friends and families and say some words to
each other, then exchange rings.

We were having it catered by Corleone's, so I
left all that to Vincent and Tony, and
concentrated on fixing up the house and garden.
I rented lots of potted plants to fill up the
spots in the flower beds where things weren't
blooming yet, and hired half of Maria's family
to come and clean the day before.

The whole thing had me tied in knots, and by the
afternoon of the day before the ceremony, I was
driving everyone crazy moving furniture here and
there, and trying to decide if the penis ice
cube trays from our wine and cheese thing last
summer were appropriate.  It was a gay wedding,
after all. And the thought of a bunch of
straight guys sucking on penis ice cubes gave me
a hard-on.

Vincent came in from supervising the table set-
up, watched me for a few moments, and then
dragged me out of the kitchen by my wrist, up
the stairs and into our bedroom, thumping the
door shut with his foot.

"What are you doing?" I yelled at him, yanking
my wrist free of his steely grip.  "I have a
thousand things to do, and you wanna fuck?"

He ignored me as he tugged my shirt over my
head, and pushed me back on the bed to do my
shoes.  I tried to shove him away, but he was
determined, so I just flopped back in
resignation as he yanked my jeans down not as
gently as he could have.  When I was naked, he
stripped quickly and climbed onto the bed
straddling my chest.

As he leaned forward onto his hands to aim his
hard dick at my mouth, he muttered, "This oughta
shut you up for a while."

When I sulkily refused to suck his cock, he
thrust deep enough to gag me a couple times, so
I jammed a pillow under my head and began to
blow him.  Of course, it wasn't long until I was
totally into it, and they could have burned the
house down around us for all I cared.  When I
had Vincent groaningly hard, I tipped him off me
and pushed him face down on the bed.  Two could
play this game.

Normally I'd wait until he invited me to fuck
him, a holdover from our early days when he was
a little funny about it, but right now I was
peeved at him and felt like asserting myself.  I
grabbed the lube, shoved a fingerful into his
ass rudely enough to get a grunt from him, then
crouched over him and began to stuff my cock
into his tight hole.

He was silent as I slid balls-deep on the first
push, mushing my nuts up against the mounds of
his ass, grinding a little.  His hands tightened
in the sheets when I began to stroke quickly,
using every inch of my cock.  I knew he was
close from my blow job, and I caught up in a
minute or two, breathing hard as I kept up my
steady thrusting.

When I couldn't stand the pressure in my balls
any longer, I lay down on his back, buried my
face in his shoulder, and changed to quick, hard
pumps over his nut that finished us off within a
few strokes of each other.  When I was done
emptying myself into Vincent's guts, I realized
my fingers were clenched into the meat of his
upper arms.  I relaxed them, wincing a little,
and saw that he would have the bruises of this
afternoon on his skin for the next several days.
That gave me a primitive sense of male
satisfaction, and I smiled humorlessly at him
when he rolled over to look at me.  He was still
tugging on his dick, rolling the head between
his thumb and finger as a last dribble of cum
oozed from his slit.

He grinned, not the least bit put out by my
grumpy expression.  "Well, fuck, I guess I need
to piss you off more often.  That was intense."
That finally made me smile for real, and he
pulled me down to him.  "Relax, sweetheart. It's
all gonna be okay, no matter where they put the
fucking furniture."

I sighed deeply as I burrowed into him.  "I
know.  I just want it to be perfect."

He snorted.  "Yeah, well, you know that's not
gonna happen. I wasn't gonna tell you, but the
band cancelled, so we're getting my cousin Lino
and his accordion."

As my face changed from disbelief to horror,
Vincent began to laugh, rolling around on the
bed with tears streaming down his face.  I
pounded on him with a pillow for a few minutes,
then got up and locked myself in the bathroom.
I sat on the toilet seat lid listening to him
and planning ways to get him back sometime when
he was least expecting it.

"Sean, let me in."  He had gotten himself under
control, and was tapping softly at the door.

"Fuck off," I told him sweetly.  He chuckled
again, and then sobered up.

"Come on, baby.  I couldn't resist.  You're so
cute when you're pissed."

I finally unlocked the door, but turned my back
on him and got in the shower.  He hopped in
behind me and started to soap me like he always
does, with firm hands and lots of lather.  When
I was slumped against the wall, he put his mouth
close to my ear.

"You really needed to calm down or somebody was
gonna slug you.  I was just getting you out of
harm's way."

I didn't even rise to the bait.  When we were
dry and dressed again, I pulled him to me.
"Thanks.  That was pretty hot, huh?"

"It sure as hell was.  I love it when you get
all aggressive with me.  It doesn't happen very
often, so when it does, it always blows me
away."

We went back downstairs, and I just let it
happen around me. Fucking Vincent had mellowed
me out, and I spent the next hour cutting
radishes into roses, tomatoes into tulips, and
whatever other goofy things I could think of to
do with vegetables, including carving a cock
from a great big carrot and arranging it on the
platter with two hard boiled eggs for nuts.

Matt came by at one point and studied the
arrangement for a few minutes before sliding his
eyes up to mine.  I gave him a serene smile and
a kiss on the cheek before he rolled his eyes
and walked away.  He went out with TJ that
evening to dinner and dancing in the city, and
didn't come home till late.

He'd gone on a couple abuse calls with TJ,
taking his digital camera and sketch book along.
One of the pencil drawings he showed me was of a
forlorn horse standing in a filthy pen, head
hanging low, just one limping step from the dog
food factory.  That horse came home with them
and is munching hay in my barn at this very
moment.  He'll survive and have a decent life,
thanks to TJ's efforts, but Matt's drawing
personified what the Foundation stood for, and I
chose it as our official logo when we had
business cards printed for TJ, Sam, and myself.
The framed original sits on my desk.




I woke up the next morning to the feel of
Vincent's hand making slow sweeps from my
collarbone to my crotch.  Now and then, he'd
drop down to cup my balls for a moment, giving
them a gentle squeeze.  It was very soothing,
and I drowsed like that for a while, just
enjoying his touch, until he whispered in my
ear.

"Wake up, baby, I wanna talk to you."

Well that got my attention.  He sat up and
pulled me around to face him, so that we were
sitting cross-legged on the bed with our knees
touching.  Vincent took my hands in his, looking
down at them while he got his thoughts together.
Dawn was just beginning to lighten the room, so
most of his face was in shadow.

"I've been thinking about today.  I don't want
to get up in front of everyone and tell you how
I feel about you."  He paused and raised his
eyes to me.  "It's just too . . . personal, I
guess.  I want to do it now, here in the privacy
of our bedroom - just the two of us."

I looked into his dark eyes, black in the dim
light, and nodded.  He swallowed hard, ran his
tongue around his lips, and began to speak to
me.  His voice was soft in the stillness of our
bedroom, steady and strong, so much like him.

"Sean.  I promise to love you with all the depth
of emotion that I'm capable of for as long as I
live.  I promise to respect the ways in which
we're different, and cherish the parts of us
that are so similar.  I promise to support you
emotionally when you need me to, and to
understand when you need to be alone.  I take
joy in your body."  A smile crossed his face
briefly.  "I love your gentle, generous heart.
I trust you with my soul, Sean, and I love you
more than I thought possible."

His hands were warm on mine, and as he finished
speaking, the room began to glow with the first
pink light of dawn.  I had begun to tremble
while he was speaking, and he gripped my hands a
little more firmly.  I'd been thinking for
months about what I would say to him on this
day, but all my carefully prepared words
vanished as I spoke to him from my heart.

"Oh, God, Vincent . . ." I took a deep breath.
"I promise to accept your love as the incredible
gift that it is, and to return it to you ten-
fold for as long as I live.  I promise to
treasure every minute of our life together, good
times and bad.  I promise to be strong when you
need me to be, and to let you comfort me when
that's what I need.  I take joy in your body,"
another smile, "and I trust you with my soul.  I
love you more every day we're together."

When we were finished, we just sat there looking
into each other's eyes, and it was one of those
pure, sweet moments that define a relationship.
Exchanging promises sitting naked in our bed,
holding hands, gazing at each other as another
day lightened our room was more meaningful to me
than a hundred actual marriages could have been.

Finally, Vincent leaned forward and gave me the
softest whisper of a kiss, barely touching me.
We stayed there a moment, eyes closed, breathing
into each other's mouths as our lips brushed
lightly.  He slowly deepened the kiss, and then
rolled to his knees, pushing me over onto my
back.  He made love to me more tenderly than he
ever had, entering me so slowly that by the time
he was fully buried in me, I was shaking with
emotion and the sensations his thick cock
triggered in me.

He spread his knees around my hips, and scooted
up under me a little, so that he was deep inside
me, angled up at my prostate.  His hands were
beneath my back, holding my shoulders from
behind, and he kissed me as he rocked his cock
inside me.  My penis was trapped between our
stomachs, and the steady rhythm of this
incredible fuck built into an orgasm that
drained me, physically and emotionally.  When
Vincent was finished shuddering, he propped
himself on his elbows so he could look at me.
Still inside me, he tugged open the drawer on
his side of the bed and pulled out our ring
boxes.

He opened his and held my gaze as he slid a ring
onto my finger.  It was a little wider than the
one he'd given me in the garden, and had a
diamond set into the rich gold.  "With this ring
. . ." he whispered to me.

He handed my box to me, watching as I lifted out
the thick band that I'd bought him.  The inside
diameter was round, but the outside was a square
with rounded corners.  It was unique, and I'd
loved it the minute I saw it.  I'd had it
engraved with 'S & V forever' on the inside, and
it fit him perfectly.

"With this ring . . ." I repeated to him,
staring into his eyes, and then we kissed.

That was it - that's all we did, but I can't
begin to explain how much closer I felt to
Vincent when we were finished.  We showered and
shaved together, like we do practically every
morning, but it was different.  I caught his eye
in the mirror several times, and we touched more
often than a normal morning.  My chest felt full
and my throat felt tight, like I was on the
verge of tears, but I was happier than I'd ever
been.

We dressed and went down to the kitchen where
Matt had made our favorite breakfast - blueberry
pancakes (in the pancakes, not on top - that's
cheating), crispy bacon, and lots of ice cold
milk.  He glanced at us a few times before
coming over to stand between our stools at the
island. Draping an arm over each of our
shoulders, he leaned in as he pulled us to him.

"You guys did it already, huh?" he said in a
conspiratorial whisper although there was no one
else in the house.

"How can you tell?"  I whispered back, curious
if my feelings were written all over my face.

"I dunno.  You just look .  .  .  satisfied, and
I don't mean in bed.  Emotionally, I guess.  You
both look really content.  That, and the rings
on your fingers."

Content.  I wouldn't have thought of that word
to describe what I felt, but it worked.

The party was supposed to get started around
2pm, leaving us several hours to kill.  Vincent
ran over to the restaurant, and I took Zena for
a canter through the neighborhood.  The second
ring felt unfamiliar on my finger as I held the
reins, and I glanced at it often, smiling every
time.  I was a married man, more or less, and it
felt wonderful.

If someone had asked me, I would have said that
my relationship with Vincent was about as good
as it could get, but our exchange of promises
and rings this morning had imbued it with a
depth and substance it hadn't had before.
I thought about that as I rode, wondering if
straight couples felt this sense of completion
after a traditional wedding.  I had to assume
they did, and it angered me that such a
fulfilling rite was still not available to same-
sex couples.  It made me ashamed that I'd paid
so little attention to the issue until
confronted with it in my own life.  I had money
to spare, and decided to support more actively
whichever politicians were on our side.

When I got back from riding, I met up with
Vincent in our room where he was already in the
shower again.  I stepped in just as he had his
head under the water rinsing his hair and
startled him when I slid my hands up his back.

"Who'd you think it was?"  I laughed at him when
he swore at me for sneaking up on him.

"I don't know," he said, patting a hand over his
heart.  "I guess I'm a little nervous."

"Why, honey?  We already did the deed.  Now
we're just gonna eat and drink with our friends.
Just pretend it's a regular old party."

He laid his head on my shoulder, and looped his
arms around my waist.  "Yeah, I guess."

We stood there for a few minutes, lost in
thought.  I ran a hand slowly up to cup the back
of his head, laying my face against his as I
spoke.

"This morning was perfect.  Thank you for
thinking to do it like that.  I love you so
much."

I felt his cheek move against mine as he smiled.
"I know you do, sweetheart."  He sighed.  "I'm
glad you were okay with it.  I wasn't sure how
set you were on standing up in front of
everyone."  He pulled back to look at me, his
eyes dark and his face serious.  "I meant every
word I said, Sean.  You're more precious to me
than you'll ever know."

I stared at him as a shiver moved through me.
He pulled me close and turned so that I was
under the warm water, keeping me there until I
quit shaking.  I'm not sure what it was, but
that moment in the shower was as powerful as the
earlier one in our bed.  Vincent felt it too,
and we dressed silently, putting on the dark
suits we'd decided to start the day in.  We'd
told all the guests that it was casual dress, so
we were going to stand out in the crowd.

I finished straightening my tie and looked up to
see Vincent waiting by the door, smiling
slightly.  He held out his hand to me and we
walked down the stairs, along the hall, and into
the kitchen.  Maria saw us first and gasped in
surprise, causing Matt and Adam to look up.
Matt reached for his camera as we walked toward
him, snapping away while Adam and Maria hugged
us gingerly, careful not to rumple our clothing.

When Vincent went with Matt for some photos in
the garden, Adam touched a hand to my cheek.
"Oh, Sean, I'm so happy for you.  Jealous, but
happy."

He looked at me for a long moment before pulling
me in for another hug, heedless of my suit this
time.  I held on to him tightly, full of
feelings I couldn't sort out.  I pressed my lips
to his neck and began to kiss him, ending at his
mouth in a deep kiss that took a minute to wind
down. Adam turned his head to my shoulder,
breathing raggedly.  "I love you.  I never told
you, but you've always been a wonderful friend
to me, and I love you."

"Too bad - I saw him first." Vincent spoke from
behind me, leaning over my shoulder to kiss Adam
lightly.  "I'll be good to him, I promise, and I
might even share him with you now and then."

Adam and I laughed a little shakily, and we all
got a drink and tried to lighten up.  If I did
this with every friend I had, it was going to be
a long afternoon.  Matt had captured it all on
film, and presented me with a beautiful series
of black and white photos in a long frame a few
days after the party.  It hangs over my bedside
table and I look at it every day.


The day went well.  About a hundred people
showed up according to Matt, who played
photographer.  Shortly after everyone arrived,
Vincent motioned for me to join him on top of
the steps into the house where we could see
everyone.

Maria turned off the music and gradually the
crowd quieted down when they realized the
serious part of the day was about to get
underway.  Vincent put his right arm over my
shoulders and pulled me close as he took my left
hand in his and held it over his heart as he
began to speak.  He thanked everyone for coming
to enjoy this day with us, but said that there
had been a change in plans and there would be no
ceremony.  We held up our hands and he simply
stated that we had decided to exchange vows
privately.  There was a moment of silence, and
then everyone began talking at once and
surging forward to congratulate us.

We drank and nibbled for a few hours, visiting
with everyone until Tony announced that dinner
was ready.  We'd left seating unassigned and it
was fun to watch the various combinations of
guests change as people got up for more food and
sat back down somewhere else.  At one point I
spotted my mother sitting with Jesse, Sam,
Wade's dad, Amanda, and Gabriel.

As I stood there pondering what possible subject
could have such a disparate group of people
chatting so animatedly together, Vincent came up
behind me and slid his hand between my legs.  I
was wearing boxers with my suit pants, and his
fingers closed gently around my dangling balls.
I clamped my mouth shut over a shriek of
surprise, and tried to look nonchalant as
Vincent massaged my nuts and murmured in my ear.

"Mmm, nice and loose.  I bet they'd taste really
good in a mouthful of champagne.  Can you feel
the bubbles bursting over your skin?"  He
flattened his hand and flexed his fingers up and
down, weighing my sack.  "Have I ever told you
how much I love your balls?  No?  Well, I do.
Almost as much as I love your--"

He was interrupted by Matt, snapping a picture
from two feet away.  When I saw it the next day,
I had to laugh.  My eyes are glassy, my mouth is
hanging open slightly, and I look like I've got
an IQ roughly equivalent to my shoe size.
Vincent claims that's how I always look when
he's making love to me, but I don't believe him.
He moved off to talk to someone, but I stayed
where I was until my dick had subsided to a
point where I could walk normally.

People congratulated us all afternoon.  I think
I was hugged and kissed by more people that day
than any other of my life.  Danny caught up with
me in the pantry where I was taking a breather
from the crowd and nursing my fourth (fifth?)
(eighth?) glass of champagne.  He stepped in and
closed the door, glancing at me a little shyly.
He was wearing tan chinos with a pale blue polo
that hugged his muscled chest and arms, and I
felt my dick twitch at the sight of him.

"So, you're, like, married, huh?" he said,
walking over to me.

"Close as we can get in the fine state of Texas,
yup," I agreed, nodding carefully.

"Congratulations.  Can I, uh, kiss the bride, or
whatever the fuck you are?"

He was looking right at me, and my mind flashed
back to the day in my office when I'd given him
the best blow job of his life and snuck a kiss
in when he wasn't looking.  A kiss he had
returned for a brief, exciting moment.

"You betcha," I told him enthusiastically if a
little drunkenly, setting my champagne aside.

I was sitting up on a counter and he stepped
between my legs, settling his hands onto my
thighs.  I gripped his shoulders as he came
toward me, angling his head as we approached
zero separation.  He'd obviously given this some
thought because his mouth was open slightly when
we met, and he deepened the kiss fairly quickly,
using his tongue to gently probe mine.

My dick went on full alert, and I tightened my
hold on his arms as I lost myself in his mouth.
It was a wonderful kiss, a little tentative, but
wet and provocative.  I couldn't help myself - I
slid one hand to the front of his pants,
wrapping my fingers around that incredible dick
of his, thick and hard now with arousal.  It
lurched in my grip, and his hands tightened
convulsively on my legs as his respiration
increased.

After a few moments Danny broke the kiss, eyes
closed as he breathed quickly.  I massaged his
cock, watching his jaw muscles clench and loosen
in synch with my hand.  Finally, he shuddered
slightly and stepped back, breaking my hold.

"Fuck," he muttered.  "I wish you hadn't done
that."  His words said one thing, but his shaky
voice and his iron dick and the heavy look in
his eyes were telling me something entirely
different.

I recovered my voice enough to ask, "Then why
are you here?"

"I wanted to see if it had been my imagination
or what that day."

"And?"

He managed a throaty chuckle as he shoved a hand
down his pants to rearrange his dick.  "It
wasn't my imagination. You kiss pretty goddamn
good."

"You should kiss TJ," I told him, and laughed
when he made a face.

"I'll pass.  Anyway, thanks, and I hope you two
have a great life together.  Never thought you'd
get married before I did, huh?"

"Yeah, funny how things work out sometimes," I
replied, willing my bouncing cock to subside.
Between Vincent earlier, and now Danny, my poor
dick wanted some relief.

"Well, thanks again."  He backed out through the
pantry door, giving me a wink as he disappeared
from sight.  I dropped my face into my hands as
the champagne swirled around in my head.  I
truly had no fucking clue any more. Was Danny
gay?  Was Gabriel gay?  Did Matt love Adam?
What the hell was Adam up to?  Were Cody and
Wade okay now?  Was I a bride or a groom?  As
long as I was Vincent's, I figured it didn't
matter.

Vincent found me there a little while later,
eyeing me warily as he shut the door.  I closed
one eye to focus better and smiled at him.  He
closed his eyes for a second, shook his head,
and then grinned as he walked over to me.

"You're drunk as a skunk, aren't you?" he asked.
"Just how much champagne have you had?"

"Lots."  I wrapped my arms around him when he
got close enough and licked his neck.  "Let's
fuck," I purred as I chewed on his earlobe.
"I've never done it with a married man."

"How about we wait until you'll actually
remember it?"

That sounded good, too, so I nodded, but that
unbalanced me and I began to tilt off the
counter.  Vincent grabbed me under the arms and
lowered me to the floor.  "Stay there," he
commanded as he backed out the door, watching me
with one hand held out palm first in the
universal 'stay' gesture.

He was back a few minutes later with a cup of
strong black coffee that he held while I slurped
at the rim.  In twenty minutes I was good to go,
and we rejoined the party in time to waltz to
the first slow song of the night.  I didn't have
anything more to drink, and by the time people
started leaving, I was able to thank them
coherently and call them by the correct name.

We finally got up to bed around midnight.  Matt
had gone home with Adam, so we had the place to
ourselves.  We walked slowly down the long hall,
hand in hand, stopping to kiss now and then.  As
we undressed, Vincent reached down under the bed
and handed me a flat package.  I could tell from
the feel that it was a frame, and when I removed
the paper, I was staring at a pencil drawing of
Vincent and me done by Matt.

We have our backs to the viewer and are walking
hand in hand, fingers laced, down through the
garden toward the jungle pool.  The foliage is
thick on either side of the path, and it appears
to be dusk because the sky out in front of us is
darkening.  You can't see our faces and the only
place we're touching is our hands, but the
intimacy between us is palpable.  I hugged it
against my chest as I sighed at him.

"Did you ask him for that particular scene?"

"No, I just asked him to draw us in a close
moment, and that's what he came up with."

"It's perfect, and you're not gonna believe
this," I chuckled.  I reached under my side of
the bed and handed him a similar package.  He
smiled and kissed me as he tore off the paper.
I had requested a particular image, also done in
pencil.

Vincent and I are asleep on the couch in the
den, on our sides facing each other.  The
viewpoint is from someone standing at the foot
of the couch.  I'm a little further down the
couch with my face on Vincent's chest.  Our arms
are across each other's bodies and his leg is
shoved between mine.  It is one of my favorite
things to do with him, something we've done from
the very beginning of our relationship, and
again, the connection between us is strong and
obvious.

We propped our frames up on our respective
nightstands and got into bed.  I was tired and
Vincent seemed content to go to sleep, so that's
what we did.  Morning was another story,
however, and we practically set the sheets on
fire.  Vincent was in excellent form, milking
back-to-back orgasms from me before blasting cum
all over the place in a crescendo of moans and
grunts.

Married sex is hot!