An inexplicably nervous Dave
glanced at his watch. Five-twenty-five. I’m
early. I hope he won’t mind. God I’m so nervous, but then it’s not every day I
ask someone to move in with me and spend the rest of their life with me. What
if he says no? What will I do then? I can’t lose him. I love him too much, but
what if he doesn’t feel the same way about me? I know he loves me, but does he
love me enough that he will spend the rest of his life with me? Should I ask
him or should I wait? I wish I knew for sure how he truly felt about me. I
guess I’ll just have to play it by ear.
“Good evening sir. Welcome to
the Thompson building. How may I help you?”
“Hi. I’m Dave Barton, here to
see Greg Peters, please. He’s expecting me.”
“One moment, please.” The
doorman picked up the phone. “Mister Peters, there is a Dave Barton here to see
you. Of course. Thank you.” He turned to Dave. “Go right on up, sir. Third
floor, apartment 302. Take a left out of the elevator then another left.” He
pressed the button to unlock the inside door and allow Dave to enter the
building’s lobby.
“Thank you.” Moments later he
knocked on Greg’s door.
A few seconds later the door was
opened by a half-naked Greg, fresh from a shower drying his hair. “Hi, baby.
I’m running a little behind. I was a little late getting out of work. He gave
Dave a wet, sloppy kiss.
Dave whistled appreciatively as
he took in the sight of his boyfriend standing there in jeans that were tight
in all the right places and nothing else, his muscular torso glistening. He
wanted to dry Greg off with his tongue, but knew they’d never make the vet
appointment if he did. Instead, to distract himself from the incredible hunk
standing before him, he decided to look around the room “This is a great place
you have here. I love the way you’ve decorated it, and it smells heavenly.”
“Thanks. Make yourself at home.
I’ll just be a minute.” He rushed into the bedroom to finish getting dressed.
As soon as he sat down on the
couch a beautiful marmalade-colored cat jumped into his lap, demanding
attention. “You must be Chiara”. He held out his hand to the cat so she could
sniff it, receiving a head-butt in response. “I take it you want some
attention?” Slowly he reached up to pet her. He didn’t want to startle the
animal. However, she decided he was taking too long. She rose up on her hind
legs, putting her front paws on his chest and touched her nose to his before
proceeding to rub the side of her face against his cheek. “Okay, okay, I get
the message.” He said, laughing as he started petting her. She immediately
settled down on his lap and started purring.
“I see you’ve made a friend.”
Dave looked up to see Greg leaning against the bedroom door frame watching them
intently, grinning from ear to ear.
“She’s a beautiful cat.”
“Spoiled rotten pain-in-the-ass
cat. That’s what she is.” He said as he sat down next to Dave and began petting
her along with him. “Well, what do you think, Chiara? Do we keep him?” The cat
meowed in response. “Okay, then it’s
unanimous. Her royal highness has put her seal of approval on you. I’ll leave
the two of you alone to get better acquainted while I finish dinner. She really
loves to have the back and inside of her ears rubbed, like this.” Greg reached
down and showed Dave. Chiara eagerly leaned into the caresses.
“Before you go, I have something
for you.” Being careful not to dislodge the cat, he reached behind the couch
and brought out a huge bouquet of flowers and presented them to Greg.
“They’re beautiful, baby. Thank
you. They’re just what this place needs. I hope you realized how lucky you are
going to get tonight.” He said with an evil grin on his face as he went to put
them into water. Coming back out of the kitchen with the flowers in a crystal
vase when he set on a small table, he said “You have two choices. You are more
than welcome to stay here or you can come with us to the vet. It’s just around
the corner. I’ve turned the stove off so nothing will burn. I’ll only be ten
minutes.”
“I’d like to go with you, if you
don’t mind.”
“Good, because I want to talk
with you about something.”
Uh-oh!
I’m not sure I want to hear this.
“Okay, what did you want to talk
to me about?” He asked as Greg got the cat carrier and put Chiara into it.
“While I’m at the vet, I’d like
to register you as co-owner of her.”
“Why’s that?”
“Dave, I’m a cop. I could get
shot at any time and possibly even killed. If that were to happen, I’d like for
you to take Chiara. I’d hate for her to end up in an animal shelter. By
registering you as co-owner, should God forbid anything happen to me you’d be
able to take her to get her shots and stuff. You’re the only person I trust
with her and she already loves you. She normally runs and hides whenever anyone
else comes here. She took to you right away. She’s never done that before.”
“Baby, I’m honored and most
certainly will take care of her, but nothing is going to happen to you.”
“You don’t know that one-hundred
percent for sure.”
“No, I don’t.” Dave admitted
reluctantly. “But I do know this. You’re safer with the task force that with
your old precinct, especially with those two dickheads. I wouldn’t have put it
past Kenson to look the other way if someone should attack you.”
“He’d probably hold me down so
the other person could beat the shit out of me. You’re right about me being
safer where I am now, but I’m still not one-hundred percent safe out there.”
“Who is?”
“Good point.” They walked into
the vet’s office. “Hi, Julia.”
“Hi Greg. Hi Chiara.” The cat
meowed in greeting.
“Does she always do that?” Dave
asked.
“Yep. Julia, this is Dave
Barton. I’d like him to be entered into Chiara’s record as co-owner, please.”
“No problem. Let me just let the
doctor know you’re here. Dave, fill this out for me please with your contact
information.” She handed him a card.
True to Greg’s word, within ten
minutes they were back at his apartment building. “Jimmy, this is Dave Barton.”
Dave shook hands with the doorman and exchanged brief pleasantries. ”Please put
him on the permanent access list. With my new position in the PPD, I’m going to
be working strange hours maybe even a few day stretches. I’m giving him a key
to my apartment so he can take care of my cat and my fish.”
“No problem, Mister Peters.”
“Thanks.” As they rode the
elevator Dave gave Greg a questioning look. “I doubt I’ll need to have you take
care of her, but I just like to be prepared.”
If
you agree to what I plan on asking you, I won’t need a key. “It never hurts to be
prepared.” Dave agreed.
Greg handed Dave the remote to
the TV as he released the cat from her carrier. “This will only take about five
minutes. Relax and watch TV or you’re more than welcome to look around. I want
you to consider this your home-away-from-home.” He returned to the kitchen to
finish dinner as Dave wandered around the room, noticing for the first time the
huge fish tank set along a side wall.
“Honey, these fish are
beautiful. I’ve never seen such colorful fish. I really love this blue one with
the yellow.
“They’re salt-water fish. A tad
more difficult to take care of than fresh water fish and the initial setup of
the tank is a real bitch, but it’s worth it.” He called from the dining room.
“Dinner’s ready. Come and sit down.”
As soon as Dave walked into the
dining room his mouth started watering. “It looks and smells absolutely wonderful.”
He said as he looked over the spread that Greg had prepared. Cube steaks
smothered in mushrooms and onions with some kind of sauce, mashed potatoes,
corn and freshly-baked dinner rolls. “This should go nicely.” He handed Greg an
expensive bottle of wine.
“Thank you, baby. Let me get a
cork screw and some wine glasses.
Conversation over dinner was
light-hearted and carefree with a lot of laughter.
“Baby, these are absolutely the
best mashed potatoes I’ve ever eaten. What’s your secret?”
“It’s no real secret. I just
used ‘I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter’ instead of regular butter and I added
grated parmesan cheese.”
“They’re great, but I have to
admit, not as great as these cube steaks. They’re to die for.”
“They’re easy to make. First I
sautéed the mushrooms and onions in ‘I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter’. I used
extra-virgin olive oil to cook the cube steaks in. Then while the cube steaks
were cooking, I mixed up the sauce which is half a bottle of Heinz-57 or A-1
steak sauce, half a bottle of Lea & Perrins Worcestershire sauce, onion
powder, garlic powder and ground black pepper. As soon as the cube steaks were
almost done, I threw in the sauce, mushrooms and onions and let everything
finish cooking. The trick is to make sure to only use the leanest possible cube
steaks. They’re a little more expensive, but definitely worth it. The same with
the Worcestershire sauce. I’ve tried it with other brands, but it just doesn’t
come out as good. Either steak sauce works. I usually use whichever is on sale.”
“You can make them anytime you
want for me, and as often as you want. They’re fabulous. The corn is really
good too. What did you do to it?”
“I simply added bacon bits and
chives to frozen niblets corn. No canned crap.”
“Dinner was out of this world. I
can’t thank you enough.”
“It’s not over yet. I figured
we’d wait a bit to let it settle before we have dessert.”
“Let me guess what’s on the
dessert menu. You.”
Greg giggled a little. “Well,
perhaps that’s the second dessert course. I have a special dessert, but I’m not
going to tell you what it is. Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable while
I clean up?”
“Nothing doing. You did the
cooking, I’ll do the cleaning.”
“We’ll both do the cleaning
then.” They made short work of loading the dishwasher then snuggled on the
couch and talked about the rest of their day at their respective jobs. “I have
a new DVD I think you might like. It’s called Eating Out 3 All You Can Eat.
I’ve seen the first two and they’re pretty good, but this one is supposed to be
the best. Why don’t you put it on while I get dessert?”
Dave put the DVD Greg handed him
into the DVD player as Greg left the room and came back a few minutes later
with two large bowls.
“What is this?”
“Try it and see.”
Dave took a tentative bite, then
a much bigger bite. “Oh, my God this is beyond incredible. Where did you get
it?” He took another bite. “Whoa. It’s got gummy worms in it.”
“I made it. It’s called dirt
cake. I got the recipe from Kyle. Basically you crush two bags of Oreo cookies,
mix half a stick of butter, a package of cream cheese and a cup of powdered
sugar. Set that aside and mix three-and-a-half cups of milk, a container of
cool whip and two packages of vanilla pudding, then mix in the other mixture. Starting with the pudding mixture, alternate
layers of the mixture and the cookies, with a layer of cookies on top. And
refrigerate it overnight. The gummy worms are optional. However, being the
card-carrying hardcore chocoholic that I am, I substituted chocolate pudding
for the vanilla pudding. All-in-all, it’s really easy to make.”
“You know, there’s a twelve-step program for
chocoholics.” Dave chided.
“Fuck you and the horse you rode
in on.” Greg countered.
“I don’t know about the horse,
but I definitely plan on you fucking me later.”
“You have to play your cards
right. Wait a minute. Let me back that up a bit. I don’t think I heard her
correctly.” Greg wound the movie back a bit. Suddenly both men howled with
laughter. “I don’t believe she just said ‘If he’s gay I’ll eat my own twat.’
That’s hysterical.”
After thoroughly enjoying the
movie and dessert, of which they both had seconds. Greg took Dave by the hand
and led him into the bedroom where they had amazing, mind-blowing sex, each
taking turns being inside the other. Greg snuggled up to Dave afterwards.
“Baby, what’s on your mind? You’re like a million miles away.”
“Greg, how long is the lease on
this apartment?”
“It’s a yearly lease, up for
renewal next month.”
“Turn in your notice and don’t
renew the lease.”
“Why?”
“Greg, I know we’ve only known
each other for a short time, but I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life
with anyone else but you. I want you to move in with me. I want to share my
life completely with you, good times and bad. It just feels so right. I’ve
never felt like this with anyone before. I’ve never had anyone I felt so
completely comfortable with, or felt that I could tell them anything. I’ve
never loved anyone so completely like I do you. I don’t know if you feel the
same way about me as I do about you, but I’m hoping you do and that you’re
willing to spend the rest of your life with me. Nothing would make me happier.”
His words came out in a rush.
“Are you asking me to marry
you?”
Dave was silent for a moment.
“Yeah, I guess in a round-about way, I am.”
“Well, in that case, I guess I
don’t need to get you a key to this apartment since I’m not going to have it
much longer.”
“Then your answer is…” Dave
turned pleading eyes on Greg.
“Absolutely, unequivocally,
indubitably, undeniably, yes!” was Greg’s immediate, vehement response, which
of course, led to another round of lovemaking.
The next day after Dave went to
work, Greg walked through his apartment taking notes on what he wanted to keep
and what he wanted to donate to Good Will. The list of what he wanted to keep
was surprisingly small, mainly consisting of his TV, DVD player, stereo, CDs,
DVDs, guitar, games, books, clothing, and a few odds and ends. He stopped in
front of his most prized possession next to his cat, his aquarium. Sadly he
gently touched the glass as he said “Sorry, guys, but I’m going to have to find
you a new home. I’m moving and I can’t take you with me.” Chiara, sensing his
mood, started rubbing up against his legs and purring. He got out his phone and
dialed. “Greg Peters for Dave Barton, please.”
A few seconds later, Dave came
on the phone. “Hi, baby, what’s up?”
“Hi, honey. I was just going
through my apartment making a list of what I wanted to keep and what I’m going
to get rid of. Do you know anyone who would like a free salt-water fish tank?”
“Why do you want to get rid of
it? I thought you loved it. I know I do.”
“There’s no room at your house.”
“Our house; and I already know
where it’s going to go. Your entertainment center is smaller, but much nicer
than that God-awful thing I have which takes up the whole wall. I figured I’d
give it to Good Will and we can use yours.”
“Everything you must have in
yours won’t fit mine. Mine’s half the size of yours.”
“Sure it will. Most of mine is
empty. I used to have a home theater system, which I ended up giving to my
foster brother since I hardly ever used it, so like I said; it’s mostly empty.
The aquarium is your pride and joy. I’d rather sell everything I have to
completely clear out the room than see you get rid of it. Trust me on this.
There will be plenty of room for it.”
“What about my furniture and TV?
“Well, believe it or not, before
we got together I had just finished getting the financing and stuff to finish
off the basement and put a rec room down there. We can put your TV, stereo,
couch, end tables, and dartboard in the rec room. The contractor is supposed to
start in two weeks and it will take about a month for the work to be done. The
papa-san chair I’d like to see in the living room. That is awesomely comfortable.
The living room will be a little crowded while the rec room is being built, but
we can live with that for the time being, I’m sure.”
“That all works for me.” Greg
paused, not really wanting to ask the next question, but it needed to be asked.
“What about Chiara?”
“What about her?”
“What am I going to do with
her?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I need to find her a
good home. I can’t take her to an animal shelter. I couldn’t live with myself
if I did, and I most certainly can’t leave her out in the streets.”
“She has a home. Here, with us.
I love that little fur ball.”
“There’re some things you need
to know. She sleeps with me every night.”
“You mean she sleeps with us every night. If you recall, she
curled up at our feet last night I’m fine with that.”
“Okay, what about this.
Sometimes when she takes a shit it really stinks.”
“Whose doesn’t, at one point in
time or another? We can put her litter box in the hall bathroom under the sink
and put a curtain around it. There’s a wall socket there so we can use one of
those plug-in air fresheners. She’s a part of you, and therefore a part of me.
She’s moving in as well. You know how much I love cats. I want her here. How
else can I take care of her when you’re working nights, or on long stretches?
After all, isn’t that why you made me co-owner?”
“True.
I just wanted to be sure. What about the rest of my furniture, dishes, and
stuff?”
“We don’t really need the
dishes, pots and pans and stuff. We could box it up and put it up in the attic
if you wanted to keep it. You’re bedroom furniture we can put in the spare
bedroom and get rid of the crappy furniture that’s in there now. The dining
room furniture I’m not sure what to do about. My dining room furniture has been
in my family for several generations, but I suppose we could get rid of it and
keep yours.”
“No. We’re keeping your dining
room stuff. I have no attachment to any of my furniture, so I’m going to have a
moving sale to get rid of everything that we don’t keep. What I can’t sell,
I’ll donate. I have a lot of clothes I haven’t worn in years that I can get rid
of as well.
“Don’t get rid of anything you
might need or want later. If we have to rent a storage unit, we will.”
“Thank you baby, but I don’t
think we’ll need it. Outside of what we’ve already talked about, the only thing
I want to keep is my guitar, CDs, DVDs, laptop, books and games.”
“You know, we never talked about
that. What type of games do you like to play? I saw you had a lot of games,
most of which I’ve never heard of.”
“I have a couple of favorites.
Quoridor[1]
is perhaps my favorite board game. Several years ago I was channel surfing and
came across this reality show where they were playing a live action version of
it. A friend of mine tapes every episode so I borrowed the tape and watched it.
I became hooked on it. It took me several years to find it because I was
looking for it using ‘c-o-r-r-i-d-o-r’ for the spelling. I finally looked on
the show’s website and found the correct spelling, which is ‘q-u-o-r-i-d-o-r’.
Once I had that I was able to find it on amazon.com. My all-time favorite game
is Killer Bunnies and the Quest for the Magic Carrot[2].”
“Kyle and Jay are really into
that game. They keep asking me to play, but I always have something else going
on.”
“It’s an outrageously fun and
addicting game. Do you have any plans for tonight?”
“Other than spending it with you
nothing.”
“Cool. We’re going to throw a
Killer Bunnies party.”
“Sounds like fun. What time
would you want me there?”
“Yesterday.”
“Seriously.”
“Seriously; as soon as you can
possibly get here. I have a lot to do and could use your help.”
“Can I bring anything?”
“Munchies. I’ll get some pizzas
and sodas and some beer.”
“Cool. See you soon.”
“When you get here I’ll show you
how to play.”
“Okay. Bye baby.”
He hung up and dialed another
number.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Kyle? It’s Greg Peters.”
“Hi, Greg, how are you?”
“Fine thank you for asking, and
you?”
“I’m well thanks. To what do I
owe the honor of your call?”
“I understand you’re a fan of
Killer Bunnies.”
“It’s my all-time favorite
game.”
“Mine too, and that’s the reason
why I’m calling. I’m having a Killer Bunnies party at my place tonight at seven
and I’d like to invite you and your friends.”
“Awesome. Jay and I will be
there. Would you mind if I brought a few friends over?”
“It’s Bunnies. The more the
merrier.”
“Can I bring anything?”
“Just yourself and your
significant other. We’ll have pizza, soda, beer and munchies.”
“Okay, I’ll bring something for
dessert. Will Dave be there?”
“Yeah, he’s out getting the
munchies now.”
“Cool. We’ve been trying to get
him to play for a long time, but he’s always had something else going on. Okay.
We’ll see you around seven with Tommy and Andy. I believe you met them at the
hospital. I’ll also call my cousin Karin and her girlfriend Denise, if it’s
okay. We all usually play as a group, along with my sister and her husband.”
“Awesome. Bring ‘em all.” Dave
walked in with several grocery bags full as Greg hung up. “Kyle and Jay will be here and they’re
bringing Tommy and Andy with them along with his cousin Karin and her
girlfriend Denise, and I’m hoping he’ll invite his sister and brother-in-law.
“Have you met any of them?”
“I haven’t met Denise, Karin,
his sister or brother-in-law yet. I met Tommy at Kyle’s house when he was raped
and Andy later at the hospital”. He replied as he helped Dave organized the
sheer volume of munchies he bought and put the sodas into the freezer to get
cold. “So, are you ready to learn how to play?”
“Let’s do it.” For the next hour
Greg taught Dave how to play. “You’re right about this game. It’s evil. I’m
totally addicted to it. Do we have time to play again?”
Greg looked at his watch. “No.
Everyone will be here soon. I need to get everything ready.”
“What can I do to help, baby?”
“Up in that cupboard” he pointed
to the cupboard he was talking about “there are some serving bowls. Can you get
them for me, please?” Dave handed him the bowls as Greg served up the munchies.
“We need small plates and glasses.” They scurried around the kitchen and got
everything ready. Greg went to a closet and pulled out a folding six-foot
banquet table. “We can put all the food on this table.” He pulled out a bunch
of chairs and started placing them around the dining room table. Just as he was
resetting the game, the doorman buzzed. “Hi, Jimmy.”
“Mister Peters, there’s a group
of people here to see you. Kyle Matthews, Jayson Williams, Tommy Adams, Andy
Martin, Karin Simmons, Denise Davis, Kim and Bryan Garrett.”
“Awesome. Send them on up,
please. Thanks, Jimmy.” He shifted into high gear, pulling the sodas out of the
freezer, making sure there was plenty of ice, putting out the munchies and
checking on the pizzas. “Dave, everyone is here. Can you greet them for me
while I finish getting everything set up?”
“Of course, baby.” He went and
stood in the open doorway, greeting everyone as they entered with hugs as Greg
finished putting out the plates, napkins, cups and pizza.
When introductions were made,
Greg was warmed by the fact that no one would shake his hand. Instead, everyone
insisted on giving him a hug and thanking him for all that he had done for
Kyle, not only when he was raped but also when he was assaulted in the hospital
cafeteria. He tried to pass it off. “Hey, I was only doing my job.”
Dave would have none of his
self-effacement. “You went above and beyond the call of duty, which is one of
the things I love about you.” He gave Greg a long, a passionate kiss.
“Awesome, a live gay sex show.”
Karin cried. “Anyone have any popcorn?” Greg and Dave both blushed furiously as
they broke apart.
Dave, keeping his arm around
Greg’s waist, deadpanned. “The live sex show starts later, after Killer
Bunnies.” Everyone assumed a mock look of disappointment. “Seriously, everyone,
get yourselves something to drink.” After everyone had drinks and were gathered
around the table, Dave stood up. “Everyone, I have something important to say.”
They all looked at him curiously. “As most of you know, I am no longer the
Deputy Mayor of this city. I am now the Director of Public Policy at the LGBT
Center.” Everyone expressed sentiments of congratulations and well wishes. “It
is indeed an important change in my life. However, there is something even more
important that I wish to share with you. Something that is stupendous beyond
words.” He went and stood behind Greg and placed his hands on his shoulders.
“I’ve asked Greg to marry me and he said yes.” A couple of tears escaped his
eyes. Complete and utter chaos broke out as everyone tried to hug Greg and Dave
simultaneously.
Kyle managed to pull Dave aside.
“I’m so happy for you, Dave. You’ve been so lonely since Glenn…” He could bring
himself to say the word ‘died’. A moment of sorrow passed over Dave’s face,
which was quickly replaced with a look of complete and utter happiness. His
lover was on a business trip to New York and was on one of the planes that
crashed into the World Trade Center. Kyle dragged him back over to the group
and raised his glass. “To Dave and Greg, may you together have years of happiness
that knows no bounds.” Everyone responded “to Dave and Greg”.
“As long as we’re making
speeches” Greg began, “there’s someone here I owe a huge debt of thanks to, one
that can never be repaid.” He related the story of how he had met Dave at
Kyle’s. He raised his glass towards Kyle. “Here’s to you, Kyle. If it hadn’t
been for you, I wouldn’t be where I am now. I have a fantastic new job, and
more than that, I have the man of my dreams, who I will be moving in with next
week. Thank you….” He broke off, sobbing. Everyone silently raised their
glasses to Kyle.
Kyle pulled him into a tight
hug. “Debt paid in full, and then some.” He motioned Dave over. “This is your
place.”
They swapped places and as Dave
gently rocked the crying man, he mouthed ‘thank you’ to Kyle. After a few
moments, they separated. “Hey, this is a party. Everyone load up a few plates
with food and let’s let the bunny carnage begin!”
As they gathered around the
table, Kyle looked at the setup. “We’re only playing with the starter set?”
“It’s all I have. I wanted to
get the expansions, but after all of the problems I had getting the starter
set, I refuse to order the rest online. I wasn’t able to find them anywhere
locally, so I had to settle for just the starter set.”
“Have you played with the full
set?”
“No, unfortunately, I haven’t.
From what I’ve heard it can get pretty wild and crazy.”
“That’s the understatement of
the millennium. Next Friday night, be at my house for our weekly game. You’ll
get to see the full set in all its wacky glory.” And get the rest of the expansions as a wedding present if I can find
them all in time. Hopefully Alternate Universe Family Game Center has them in
stock. I should call them tomorrow in case they need to order them. Kyle
said to himself. “We play every Friday night then go out to the club
afterwards.”
Greg and Dave both looked at
each other. “Providing neither of us have to work, we’ll be there.”
Loud, raucous laughter and
good-natured yelling could be heard for the next four hours from the apartment
as the evening wore on. After the game, which Dave won, everyone helped with
the cleanup and said their goodnights. Shortly thereafter, the two men cuddled
on the couch, enjoying the afterglow of their first successful party as a
couple. “Baby,” Greg began. “I can’t tell you when the last time I was really
able to enjoy myself like I did tonight was. I had such a wonderful time, made
even more wonderful because you were there.”
“It was a wonderful evening, the
first of many to come. Isn’t that right, Chiara?” He said to the cat that was
sprawled across both their laps.
“Mrrrooowww.” She said in
response, eliciting a giggle from both men.
“And you were worried that you
would have to get rid of her when you moved in with me. Not in this lifetime or
the next. Like I said before, she’s a part of you and you’re a part of me.
Therefore she’s also a part of me.”
Greg leaned over and kissed him
deeply. “God I love you. How’d I get so lucky?”
“Believe me, I’m asking myself
that very same question since day one. We’re together and that’s all that
matters.”
“There’s something I’d like to
do for you. Hang on a second.” As he got up, the cat hissed and swatted him,
having been disturbed. “Oh, get over it.” He scolded her, causing Dave to roar
with laughter. A few moments later he returned with his twelve-string guitar
and noticed that his cat had curled up and was purring in Dave’s lap.
“Traitor!” He accused her, which caused Dave to erupt into another round of
laughter. He sat, took it out of its case and checked the tuning. Finding it in
tune he started playing a soft introduction. Dave looked at him in stunned
silence as he started singing in a soft, sweet, soulful voice the song
‘Unchained Melody’ by the Righteous Brothers. As he sang, tears slowly fell from
Dave’s eyes. After finishing the song he played the introduction again and
repeated the song, this time in a different language softly at first, then
building into a huge crescendo at the end. He slowly put the guitar back in its
case as he looked at Dave, the love he felt for him very much in evidence by
the look in his eyes.
Dave just sat there in complete
awe. He had heard Kyle sing numerous times and thought that he was about the
best there was, but Greg just totally blew him out of the water. Eventually his
voice started working again. “Wow. That was hands down the most incredible
thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Thank you baby.”
“You’re welcome. You told me the
other night when we watched ‘Ghost’ how much you love that song.”
“I do, very much. What language
were you singing it in the second time, and where did you learn it?”
“It was Italian, and I learned
it by listening to a group called Il Divo.”
“Il Divo. I’ve heard of them,
but I never actually heard any of their music.”
“They’re a multi-national
quartet. One guy is Swiss, one is Spanish, one is French and one is American.
They take pop songs and give them an operatic twist. I have all of their CDs
and DVDs. Remind me and I’ll play some for you. They sing in English, Spanish,
Italian and French, I believe.”
“Really? Sounds interesting.”
“I’ve packed all my CDs and DVDs
away or I’d play you some. Wait a minute. I have an idea.” He grabbed his
laptop and fired it up. Shortly there was music coming from it, a tune that was
hauntingly familiar, but because the words were in a different language, Dave
couldn’t figure out what it was until the instrumental bridge.
“Wait a minute. That’s ‘Nights
in White Satin’, isn’t it?”
“Yep. In Italian it’s ‘Notte Di
Luce’. Let me play you another one.”
Partway through the song Dave
turned a puzzled look towards Greg. “Wait a minute. Is that Celine Dion singing
with them?”
“Yes it is. The song was written
as a duet between her and Il Divo and is sung in both English and French.”
“This group is fantastic. I
definitely want to hear more.”
“You will, baby, once I get
everything moved in and unpacked.
“Moved in and unpacked.” Dave
repeated as his eyes became moist. “Oh how I love the sound of that. You don’t
know how much it means to me to hear you say that.”
“Believe me, baby it means more
to me than you can possibly imagine. I never thought I’d ever find myself in
love, let alone moving in with the man I plan on spending the rest of my life
with.”
Dave looked at him stunned with
tear-filled eyes. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
Greg placed his hands on each
side of his face and stroked his cheeks gently with his thumbs. He looked deep
into Dave’s eyes and said “Dave, I’ve never been more serious about anything in
my life. There is nothing in this world or the next I want more than to spend
the rest of my life with you.” Following up his words with action, he kissed
Dave gently then deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around him and pulling
him down on top of him. “I want you inside me, right here, right now!” He
moaned.
After a night of intense
lovemaking they spent the next day moving Greg's belongings into their house,
the most problematic being the fish tank. Moving the fish themselves was easy,
the tank not so much as it was a fifty-five gallon. Eventually they got
everything moved and set up. Chiara settled on the couch as if she had lived
there her entire life. That evening Greg re-created the same meal that he had
prepared for Dave that first night. After dinner while cuddling on the couch Dave
decided he was still hungry - hungry, but not for food. Laying his head on
Greg's shoulder, whispered in his ear, "I'm still hungry."
"What would you like? I
totally forgot to get anything to make for dessert."
"You want to know what I
would like? It's already pre-made. All I have to do is unwrap it and chow
down."
Greg wracked his brain trying to
figure out what he was talking about. They had gone grocery shopping earlier
and he couldn't remember getting any ready-to-eat desserts. "I have no
clue what you're talking about. We didn't pick up any ready-made desserts, ice
cream or anything like that."
"Okay." Dave responded
with a cheeky grin. "I'll give you a clue. It's long, thick and filled
with a delicious white cream."
Greg looked thoughtful for a
minute. "We didn't pick up any Twinkies, Zingers or anything like
that."
Dave nibbled on Greg's earlobe
for a moment before whispering "Do you want me to tell you?"
"Yeah."
"How 'bout I show you
instead."
"Okay." Greg sat up on
the couch so Dave could get up. Much to his surprise, Dave didn't get up.
Instead he leaned over and grabbed Greg's crotch.
"You're what I want for
dessert." Greg's face turned all kinds of red as he leaned back giving
Dave better access to what he wanted. In a matter of moments Dave was sucking
on Greg's dick like a child with a giant lollipop. It didn't take too long
before Greg shot a huge load down Dave's throat.
After coming down from his
intense climax, Greg gave Dave a shit-eating grin. "You know, this was an
even better dessert idea than the dirt cake I had originally planned. Time for
me to get my dessert." He attacked Dave's dick with suction that would
rival a Dyson vacuum cleaner. Thus began a new chapter in their lives.
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