The newlyweds made it to their bedroom, both having had more than their fair share to drink. "WAIT, " davey got out, slurred. "Isn't it the tradition that you carry me over the threshhold or something?" Richard was having his own balance problems. "By George, davey boy, you're right. But it would be wrong to do it the way heterosexuals do," so he pulled davey over his shoulder, and hauled him in, his hand firmly on his husband's ass. "I like this new tradition Sir. We should do it a lot." They saw that their bed was covered with rose petals - a gift from Mikel, a tradition he learned when he was growing up. Richard laughed. "I think you're supposed to do that when the spouses are virgins." Davey responded "So, what should ours be? Black orchids. " Richard tossed him onto the bed. " I cannot believe how happy I am right now davey. " He kissed the man hard. "are you happy?" Davey wouldn't let him go. "Sir, I'm so happy, I'm crying. I can't believe it. I think I wanted to marry you after the third day I met you. I never thought you'd ask. " Richard began to move up. "Please Sir, don't ever let me go." Richard smiled. "I'll make you that promise. " He sighed. "I think that, now that I've finally found myself a husband, something's going to change. " He looked at davey. "In here, I'm Sir. ALWAYS. Tomorrow, though, I'm telling everyone. Outside of the bedroom, I'm Richard or whatever else they want. Sir is not a requirement." Davey smiled. "Sir suits you, Sir. Betcha at least one blow job that no one is gonna switch." Richard smiled at him. "Know what? Well, never mind. I'm not sure why you made that bet, but ok. Let's see."
Their sleep was deep, and untroubled. The day had tired them both out, so while they were both aroused by the other, there was no sex. At least that night. Davey had taken a day off from school: with a marathon AND a marriage, he was entitled to it. And Richard had told all the Monday suppliers that they would have to deal with an assistant, whether they liked it or not. He had given Lawanda the day off, but she just looked at him and said "CHIEF, I AM A FUCKING WORKING GIRL. MY DAY OFF IS NOT HAVING YOU UP THE CRACK OF MY ASS TASTING MY SAUCES." So, Lawanda was handling that. The staff had been given a day, too, so it was just the newlyweds, Mikel, ... and Paul.. . Yes, dear reader, Paul had stayed. Richard's rule was absolute: he could sleep over, but no sleeping in the same bed. So he was on a fold out that they had moved into the room. Both he and Mikel stretched the rule. "I guess if we're not in bed, kissing is ok, huh?" They thought Richard and davey were unaware. AH! Why do young people think older people were never young?
The "older people" were waking up after their long sleep. Wicked thoughts had been turning in davey's mind. He moved from the spoon position he was in, pretending he needed the bathroom. Then he pounced on top of Richard, pinning him down on the bed. Richard was smiling, almost laughing. "Well, what is THIS all about?" "Husband of mine, you've topped me so much, maybe it's time YOU got topped." Richard couldn't tell if davey were serous or not. He tested the pressure on his wrists, and knew he could take care of this in a second, but he said. "Well, ok. But can I have a kiss first? A really GOOD one?" Davey could never turn down a chance to kiss Richard. He bent down, and THAT was when Richard broke free , grabbed him, and flipped him over. He held him in a bear hug on the bed, as davey squealed. "No fair, no fair!" and Richard smiled. "Love isn't fair. But give me one more kiss, and then you can have whatever you want. Even my ass." Their lips locked, and davey began to moan. He moved his strong legs around Richard's back, and locked him there. Richard's cock was just about even with davey's ass, and davey moaned. "THAT's how much I want to top you, Sir. And it's how much I want you. NOW. No prep, no lube, no nothing. NOW. I want my husband, capital H, in me. NOW." Richard smiled. "And you're gonna get it." He began sliding into davey, thoughts of waiting 20 years for this moment, no , ALL these moments , of unbelievable pleasure. Yes, the sex was incredibly hot. Davey ALWAYS made it interesting. But it was more. He LOVED this man. All he had been through, and he was cheerful, and trusting , and loving." As he pushed, he thought of how he never ever wanted to be without him again.
Their love making was long, and sweet. It was nearly 8 when they got up - yes, gentle reader, for early risers, 8 is late. The kitchen smelled wonderful. "I thought I told Carla to take the day off," Richard said to davey. "She did Dad." Mikel came out of the kitchen to greet them. He had two mugs of coffee in hand. "Mikel! What a nice surprise." He came over with the coffee, and gave them both a big hug. "How are my dads? I hope you liked the rose petals." Richard smiled. "They were lovely. They kept on getting stuck in my nose during the night, but tell me: isn't the tradition that they're for, well, virgins?" Mikel smiled. "I know nothing, and what happens in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom. Remember guys, I just got here." Just before he went back to the kitchen, Richard cleared his throat. "Mikel, is Paul still a virgin?" Mikel smiled. His lips? No. His ears? No. His neck? No. His nipples? No. Everything below his waist: yes." Davey put his arm around him. "Richard, what are you gonna do?"
"Hmmm. you just said Richard. I guess you owe me a blow job." Davey smiled. "OH dear. I lost the bet already. Now, or can it wait?" Richard laughed. "I don't know who's a bigger pig?" "Oh, I am, " davey fessed up. "Remember, you did this for twenty years before I started. I need to catch up." Richard laughed "just make sure you stay with MY pig pen." Mikel smiled "is this when I go to my room dads?" They laughed. "No, actually, we should talk about what you're going to do after a few weeks of washing dishes, because that's not a lifetime career." Mikel responded "Oh, yes, I know. I was going to start looking. " He smiled too "I also can't be around Paul. Lawanda has already told me she'll cut it off if she sees me too aroused." Davey muttered "she will too."
"Hmmm. " Richard began cogitating. "So, the restaurant is not the final place for you. I think that's good, son. I'd love to have you there, but you're right. You should try something else. " He paused "Are you interested in going back to school?" Mikel's eyes brightened. "OH, dad, I would LOVE to be back in school. I'd love to be a teacher some day. Like Davey dad." Davey blushed. "Maybe you'll find someone like Richard too." Richard whispered "that's two." "Tell you what Mikel. Let's the three of us make plans to go up to the university. I have an old friend there, and he'll know the right questions to ask. OR... "HMMMMM." How about we take a trip and visit Travis ? He's always griping that he has too much to do, and you know enough about art, you might be able to help him.
"Maybe he could model." they heard Paul's voice behind them. Mikel blushed "Uh, no. That's not on the table. " "Why not Mike? You're gorgeous." His face whitened. All of a sudden, Richard figured out what the issue was. "Mike, let's go have a chat. I think there's something you haven't told me, which is fine. Let me just say that we're probably not thinking of modeling the way you are. And Elana isn't here anymore."
Mikel dropped his head. "Dad, it's ok. I just don't want anyone other than Paul, to think of my looks when they think of me. " Richard made a joke "I know the feeling," and davey smacked his ass. "NOW YOU STOP THAT." "Let's take a look at the school this week. And speaking of school..." he turned to davey. "don't we have a presentation to get ready for this week." Davey smiled. "we do, don't we. Shall we go sit in the library and think it through?" "We could... but davey, I wonder if you wouldn't mind going to take a look at our old friend Gloria. We had some good times down by the lake, and I think a walk as a married couple would do us good." Davey's eyes brightened. "OH, I would LOVE that. " He turned. "Mike, can we trust you here?" He got a wink. "I don't know. I may drug dinner. And Dad... Carla told me you had wedding cake yesterday, so you can't have dessert. If I don't listen, are you going to mouse me out." Paul came over and whispered "I mean RAT me out. This English. Sometimes it's too confusing." "Well, your English is way better than my Polish Mikel. (The boy had noticed that davey always called him Mike, but Richard used his full name). I'm not going to rat out anyone who feeds me well. Will you make pierogi? " "I already promised Paul I'd teach him."
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Davey drove his car down to the lake. "Will she be angry because we don't have food? Richard smiled. "What makes you think we don't have food? You didn't look in the trunk. It's not always fish." He had put a raw pork roast in. "But let's do that later. Stop here. Let's walk." They got out, and Richard took davey's hand. "So, Mr . Cannon-Harris, how does it feel to be a married man?" "Richard, you know, I had never dreamed I wanted this. It had never crossed my mind. Now, I don't know how I did without it... Or you. Can we stop a minute ?" They did, and davey came into Richard's arms. "I love you so much. You're my hero, my husband, my best friend. So much more." Richard began to cry. "And how about you, Mr. Harris-Cannon?" Richard shook his head. "I'm still trying to get my head around it. The fat kid who everyone teased, married his high school crush. You know, I used to think "dreams don't come true so get on with your life. Well, now I know, they DO . And you can STILL get on with your life. "MY best friend. MY husband, the person who has his hand on the string of my balloon. " He blushed. "THAT didn't come out right, but you know what I mean. OH, davey.. " The trees, the squirrels, and Gloria, who was waiting for her lunch, were the only ones who saw them, as Richard put a blanket down on the ground, and then made love to his husband for the second time that day.
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"Mike, next time, you HAVE to come with us and meet Gloria" " Gloria? Who is Gloria? " Davey pulled out his phone and showed a photo of the magnificent bird. "AH. NOW I understand where tomorrow's dinner went. I won't tell Carla. " Davey looked at him. Mikel had changed into a blue shirt, and some faded jeans. With his blond hair, and his eyes, the color of Richard's, yes, he could see how that boy had been a "model" in Poland. "What kind of life did that poor kid have?" he thought. "We have to fix it, as best we can." "Mike, do you run at all?" "Yes, davey dad, I do. I was wondering if we could go out together when you do the shorter ones. "
"Excuse me, young man. Are you horning in on my runs with my husband?" Davey smiled. "Oh, Dad the first, get over it. It'll be good for you. You can't let your son show you up can you?" Mikel smiled. "It'll be easy. " Richard cocked an eyelid. "You think so? Well, we shall see. " And as easily as saying "pierogi," Richard and davey became a threesome on the running track. They started that night, because davey and Mikel both thought that Richard would find an excuse NOT to do it, and running after a dinner of pierogi didn't seem like a good idea. Mike was a good runner, for the shorter distances. He kept up with davey and even outpaced him. They chatted as they went along, with Richard chugging behind, thinking "my husband has a GREAT ass," and also "In a week, I went from being a single businessman, to a businessman with a son, and a husband. Life is funny. "
Davey and Mikel were the better runners, for sure. They chatted while Richard chugged along, "the chubby engine that could" as he called himself, trailing behind. "Davey dad, can I ask you a question?" "Sure, Mike. Ask away, BUT PICK UP YOUR FEET. " He laughed. "Yes coach. But I don't want Dad to hear. " Davey understood. "SPRINT DRILLS STARTING NOW" and he and Mikel picked up the pace. After two minutes, panting, he said "ok, young man, it'll be a while before he catches up. Too bad about that muscle spasm" he winked at Mike. "Now, what's the question?" "Well, maybe I'm oversensitive, but... why does Dad call me Mikel, instead of Mike?" "Hmmm. I don't know. Maybe because he always knew you as Mikel. Do you prefer Mike?" "Yes, I do, it's American. I'm an American boy, but..." he began to get sad. "I don't want to make him upset about something that trivial." Davey put his arm around Mike. "Kiddo, your name is NOT trivial. Look, my name is David, and people assume I'm Dave. But I like Davey. I want to be called davey. It suits me. It's not really serious, just like me." Mike smiled. "Then you understand. He won't get mad?" Davey smiled. "Richard almost NEVER gets mad. He gets frustrated, and he doesn't like change, but..." he put his finger up in front of Mike's face. "You coming into his life was a BIG change, and he wanted you. And look Mike, sometimes, I could get jealous. I think he loves you more than me." "Mike shook his head. "No , no, I know he doesn't, he..." and again, davey stopped him "Mike, first of all, it's OK if he loves you more, but I'm teasing, he doesn't. He loves you different. You know, he tells me sometimes that I took a part of his heart when I got married to my ex wife, and I brought it back when I came into his. Well, you took a part of it too. Now he's got it back. " He hugged his step son. "Look here. I'm gonna talk with him tonight. And then, he'll talk with you. Know what? I bet you by tomorrow, you're gonna be Mike to everybody. Don't worry."
"Well, what's with you slow pokes, burn out? do we have a grasshopper ant situation here, show offs? " Richard, sweaty, and puffing , caught up. "I took Mike out too fast, Richard. I think he has a little bit of a muscle pull. We need to walk back. "
Puffing, Richard said "well, ok, if you guys wanna cut it short. C'mon Mikel, get in the middle of the old men. We'll get you home." Davey whispered. "I promise." Richard smiled "promise what?" "That I'll ask Carla to shop for some Polish kielbasa the next time she goes to market."
When they got back to the house, Richard wanted a kiss from davey. The man could arouse him like no one ever had, but two bouts of love making emptied him. None of THAT for a little while, but maybe some affection. After the necking, davey looked at him. "Sir, Mike wants to ask you something tonight. Can you talk to him in private." "Of course, but why do you call him Mike? His name is Mikel?" "Well, Sir, that's what he wants to talk about. He wants you to call him Mike." Richard snorted "Oh, for heaven's sakes. Mikel is a perfectly good name." "So is David, Sir. And Dave. But I like davey. And you really don't like Rich, and you're not too fond of Richie. Shouldn't we all be called by what we like?"Richard pondered this for a minute. "I guess I can't understand why anyone would want to have an American name if they have a European one, but if this is the hardest problem we ever have with him, then I'll die happy." "SIR, PLEASE. DON'T EVER SAY YOU'LL DIE TO ME. " Richie began to tear up. "I know, I know, we're all going to die, but I don't want to be reminded." Richard held him close. "Then I won't. I don't want to think about it. I'll be more careful." He looked davey right in the eyes, and kissed him. "You're right. David doesn't suit you. Neither does Dave. But... you know what David means, don't you?"
"I don't sir." "It means 'gift of God." And you ARE my gift from God."
Davey didn't miss a beat. "Then let me wrap myself up in some ribbon and you can unwrap me tonight. Now go speak to our son."
As Richard went out, davey began thinking "why did he think that way about dying? He wasn't afraid to die, but... " Richard was gone for a long time, and he figured it out: Richard had a son. RICHARD's genes were in that handsome boy. Davey had, well, nothing. Something that had been eating at him since the start of this became clearer: he wanted a son. Being a stepdad was great, but he saw how Richard GLOWED when he spoke about "MY SON" He wanted that.
Richard went and knocked on Mike's door. "Son, can I come in? Davey dad said I should talk to you." When Mike blushed, he was REALLY red. His light features hid nothing. "I... I guess so Dad. " "Do you mind if I sit next to you? " "No Dad . I like it when I'm close to you. I never had that at home." "Well, you can have it here ANYTIME you want... Mike." The young man looked up. "Did I just hear what I think I heard, Dad?" "You mean me calling you Mike?" "YES. I didn't hear Mikel." "Mikel WHO? " Richard smiled. "Son, let me be up front. If there's something I can do to make you happy, that's as easy as leaving an 'l' off a word, I will do it. " He began to cry. "you know, every year, your mother sent me one picture of you. ONLY one. And I'd go into the bedroom the dads share - I was alone then, I'd close the door, and I'd cry for hours, because I thought I'd never see my son again. And now... well.. here you are. Without the diapers, the bottles, the teething, any of that stuff. And you know what? I could NOT HAVE ASKED FOR A BETTER SON THAN YOU. So if you're asking me to drop an "l," it's done. NO ONE in this house will ever call you that name again.
Mike threw his arms around Richard. "You know, I kinda understood why davey married you. I mean, he's so cool, and you're so, well, fussy, but... " he hugged him tighter. "I think you may be even more cool than daddy dave." Richard laughed. "Well, I don't know about THAT, but I try to be as good a person as possible." He paused. "I've been thinking, son. Running with the dads is great, and I love how you and davey just take off and leave this out of shape guy behind, but I'm wondering: why don't you see about starting a running club with other young men? Or maybe soccer? Let's see if we can get the word out.
"I'd love that Dad . It would be ok with you?" Richard laughed. "you know, davey dad has so much energy, I'm constantly checking my pulse rate. But YOU... you need to burn so much energy. I'm amazed - and jealous - that you can eat six of Carla's muffins in the morning, and LOSE weight. "
"DAD. They're so good. She knew what my favorite flavors were, and ... HOW did she know that?" Richard laughed. "Sometimes I call Carla the wise woman of the world . She doesn't deny it. " He patted Mike on the leg. "Ok, it's done then. " He made a fake cross on the boy's head. "I christen thee, Mike Harris Cannon." He ruffled the boy's hair before he went back to the bedroom, calling to him. "GET TO THOSE PIEROGIS WENCH. THERE ARE MEN WANTING THEIR DINNER"
He went back to his bedroom , smiling. Davey was looking at him. "Sir, what do you know about artificial insemination? And how would you feel about a little davey, or a danielle?"
On one level, the question didn't surprise him. On another, Richard began to realize: if anything were going to wear him out, it was going to be children, not his husband.