As he slept that night, Richard thought of how davey had gone through that trouble to re-create a moment from the past. Yes, Richard remembered davey's red shirt. He used to count down the days in between his wearing it, because davey was very predictible with his limited wardrobe. Those were the nights he masturbated the most furiously. And now... that beautiful man, who looked even more beautiful now than he did then, was wrapped up in his arms, sleeping softly, and wearing his wedding ring. It had taken a long time, but his wish had come true.
When the alarm went off, he pulled davey tighter before kissing him "How are you sweetheart? Sleep well?" Davey kidded him. "I dreamt I was in a walled town, and I was manning the gates. Some guy with a HUGE pole kept on trying to ram his way in, and I wasn't sure whether I wanted to let him in or not." Richard laughed. "You should always fight to protect your treasures..." Then he rolled davey on his back. "it makes things much sweeter when you have to surrender." He kissed the tattoo on davey's neck before he nibbled at it. "OH SIR. Please. Tonight? It's a busy day for both of us. " Richard sighed, and smiled. "You're right. But you know, that battering ram is just gonna get bigger. " "Then I'll just have to try to protect myself even more. Or maybe this time, the town will just surrender, and lay itself open to pillage." "I'LL SHOW YOU PILLAGE," and Richard dug his tongue down davey's throat. "There's more where that came from. But now, I have to go and coat it with silver. Today I speak with Otto's mom.
They had always planned to cover the expenses for Otto's injuries. When davey came home and talked about his meeting with Otto, they decided they had to change their plans. Richard knew the family's history. If he handed money over to the Flemings, Otto would never see a doctor, and his parents would drink it all away. So, this morning's visit was a set up: he would work through the school to get Otto's medical needs addressed.
Sam drove him to the outskirts of town, where the Flemings lived. "Oh dear. It's worse than I thought," went through Richard's head as he went to the door. A slovenly woman answered, and looked him over "Yeah? What can I do for you? As long as you ain't selling, because I ain't buying." "No, no Mrs. Fleming. I'm Richard Harris. I'm here because I think my relative, Paul, is responsible for injuring your son. " She gave a look to him. "OH yeah. You're one of the two FAGGOTS who gave that talk when he spoke out. That was uncalled for and I made sure he knew when the school wrote me about it. So I'm sorry. But that brat who hurt him? That ain't right." "I agree with you Mrs. Fleming. I can't make the injury go away, but I'd like to pay for it." Her eyes got wide. "You wanna PAY for it?" "Well, yes ma'am. Now, this won't cover it..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out 20 fifty dollar bills. "This will cover SOME of it. And if you'll send us the doctor bills, rest assured we'll pay for them. "Well, we ain't got a doctor, so..." "Then I'll arrange for the school to get him one. My husband works there, and the guidance counselor's husband works for me, so we'll get this covered." "Now ain't you just all king like there?" She sneered. "Ma'am, I'm simply trying to make the best of what was and is a bad situation. My husband got your son back on the wrestling team, and my relation will no longer be on that team. I'm afraid that, with the exception of money and my apologies, I don't think there is anything else I can do. "Yeah, you can do one more thing. You can get your gay ass off my property." "Not a problem ma'am. By the way, I heard that your husband had lost his job. I was prepared to offer him a job at my restaurant, but I see you have issues with gay people, so I wish you good luck with his job search. I'll be off now." Mrs. Fleming slammed the door, and Richard got back to the car as fast as he could. "Well, Sam, I've had some unpleasant experiences in my life. That was up there in the top ten for sure." "You handled it well, Richard. No one would have done what you're doing. Just stay the course." "Thank you Sam. I appreciate that more than you know." As they drove, an idea began to form in Richard's mind, and he began to smile. He began to be aroused too. Davey wasn't the only man with imagination in the household. He pulled out his phone, and put a call to davey. "Hey there," was the response. " Hi Davey, how are you?" Richard pitched his voice a bit high - sort of like a boy just going into puberty. "Oh, I'm fine Richard, thank you. Hey are you ok? Your voice sounds nasally. Do you have a cold?" Richard laughed to himself. It was working. "Oh, no, I'm fine, but davey, well, I was calling to ask you something." Davey still wasn't on to it. "Well, sure Richard, what's that?" "Well... and Richard faked a gulp. I was wondering if you'd like to go out on a date with me tonight. Nothing fancy. Just an ice cream or something at Friedrich's after dinner?" NOW davey got it. He was grinning from ear to ear. "Well, sure, Richie. I'd love to go out with you. I've been wanting to for a long time, but... I was nervous." "Well, no need to be nervous. . It's just ice cream. Shall I pick you up after dinner?" "That sounds great. Maybe we can hang out afterward? " "May be... You never know. I'll see you tonight." Richard got off the phone and began to giggle. 'WELL PLAYED SIR. WELL PLAYED. LET HIM BUY ALL THE RED T SHIRTS HE WANTS. YOU'VE STILL GOT GAME." Then Sam added. "And yes, of course, I'll chaperone."
While this was playing out, Mr. Fleming was sitting in Sasha's biting his tongue as a woman of color asked him questions. She had a job for him, and he needed a job. Within an hour, he was working again, busing and washing dishes at Sasha's. "A buck is a buck," he murmured to himself. "Even if it is a fag dollar."
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That afternoon, after he had been drilled relentlessly by Carla on his French subjunctives, Paul was in Mike's room. They were on the bed, Mike curled up in Paul's arms, after a very serious make out session. Paul was playing idly with Mike's hair. "You know what I think about all day, Mike? YOU." He kissed Mike's lips. "Know what I wait for all day? When you get home, and I can feel you in my arms. Like now. . Or when you're under me." Mike smiled. "Then why are you waiting?" Paul smiled and climbed on top of him, locking his lips. "MMMMM. " He slipped his hands under Mike "I dream about my 18th birthday, when I can get a taste of those Polish peaches." Mike laughed. "You know, I never heard my ass called Polish peaches." Paul looked down at him. "Because you were in Poland you ditz." He began tickling Mike "NO! STOP! COME ON. You're gonna make me pee." Paul stopped the tickling, but pinned down his wrists. "So are all the boys in Poland as handsome as you?" Mike smiled. "I don't think so, but I'm the only Polish boy you have an example of, so...." Paul's fingers moved to Mike's nip and began toying with it. "I think you're the handsomest boy in the world Mike." They were silent for a while, and then Mike hugged Paul. "Hey... You know, I have to do some shopping today. I need some new clothes. Can you come with me, help me pick things?" Paul knew that Mike was the best dresser in town and he needed no help. But it was an excuse to see his obsession partly naked, and also, maybe... to convince him to not wear such loose fitting clothes. "If Madame Prison Warden lets me out, of course." Mike laughed. "I'll speak to her. I'll tell her we're going to a store where the sales people are French and I'll be testing you. She won't believe me, but she'll let us go." Their lips locked for one more session before dinner. As it happened, they would need to shower too because, well, youth being what it is.
After dinner, davey turned to Richard, "can you excuse me? I have a date tonight. Really cute guy from school. I wanna go and get changed. I need to look good for him. I think this might be the real thing."
Richard smiled "Well, isn't that a coincidence! I have a date too. Also with someone I really like. I was lucky to get the date, because he's real popular. " Mike rolled his eyes, and Paul groaned, but Carla smiled. "Boys, don't stay out too late. It's a school night. Paul...." she barked 'come help me clean the kitchen in French. "Oui madame" came the response.
Dressing to impress each other had become one of the private games Richard and davey played. And since this was all about a mating dance, well.... Davey thought about things for a minute and then... yes.... a blue button down shirt, just like the first time, and gray corduroys. Richard went for a white shirt, and a narrow red tie, with some black pants. Sam was waiting for Richard, and davey drove in his own car. Richard got there first, and was sitting at a table when davey walked in. He smiled. "Wow davey. You look so handsome." "Thank you Richie. You look good too." The waitress came over. "Welcome to Friedrich's gentlemen. I don't believe I've seen you here before. I'm Peggy, and..." Richard smiled. "Thank you Peggy. We've not seen you either, but we've been coming for 20 years. " "OH WOW. More than I've been born," she said. Richard laughed. "I think we're both going to have root beer floats. Extra cherry syrup for him, please." "Coming up. Good choices too."
After she left, Richard rubbed his hand on davey's thigh, under the table. "Thank you for agreeing to date me, davey. I've been wanting to go out with you for the longest time, but I was just so afraid." Davey took his hand and squeezed it. "You shouldn't have been afraid Richie. I know, I know, it's hard with things at the school, but.. well... it's just a soda, unless..." He brought his head forwarded and bumped his forehead into Richard's. "Unless you want it to be something more. And I'd like that." Richard squeezed back. "Really? I mean, like, you'd, I don't know, make out with me?" Davey chuckled. "Richie, I"d go past second base with you. Just show me the way to your place." He reached over further and kissed Richard on his lips. "Let me pay the check. The evening is running," said Richard. He paid the check and when the cashier asked if everything was fine he answered, "everything is more than fine. I'm about to be the luckiest boy in the world." She looked confused.
They took their separate cars back, and when they got out, Richard took davey's hand. "Would you like to sit outside a bit, before it gets too cold? We may even get a last look at the Evening Star." "The Evening Star? What's that?" "Well, it's the planet Venus, so I guess it's not a star. But it's out early in the evening, and it's the first thing that shines, so I guess that's why it's called a star. It's supposed to bless any love that's pure and new." Davey curled up into Richard, and moved Richard's arm around him. "I knew you were a smart guy. I didn't know you were that smart." He paused and looked at Richard. "I like smart guys. " "Well, I like jocks." Their kiss was long and deep. "Are you cold, davey? We can go inside. "I am. Will you warm me up?" "I'll do my best." Hand in hand, they went into the house, and to the bedroom. Richard laid down on the bed. "if you come over here, there's a better chance I can warm you up. " Davey smiled. "Can I show you something?" "Sure, go ahead." He opened his pants zipper. "You see how excited I am?" "Well, open mine and you'll see how excited I am." "If I do, I may need to do something besides look, Richie." "I won't argue." Davey opened his husband's pants. He saw the thick, fully extended cock and moved his lips down. "OH WOW. Just like that first time. Only better. " He looked up once and saw Richard smiling, and a little teary. "Don't drain me, husband. Just get me wet. " "Yes Sir," answered davey, as Richard climbed on top of him. "You know, there are people who call me an opportunist. Maybe I was with you. I don't regret it." "Neither do I Sir. Take the opportunity.
Oh, wait. I used the wrong word. Take my ass. Please. "
It took Richard very little time to get davey's pants off, and to open his shirt. But he did take his time. He nibbled each of davey's nipples, until davey was moaning loudly. Then he cupped his husband's balls, and rolled them around in his hand, before he took them, and his husband's cock, in his mouth. "OH SIR. Opportunity knocks. " davey began to thrust his hips up, and Richard moved out of the way so that his orgasm could spread everywhere. "My turn. Battering ram at the gates. HMMM. Looks like they're opened. Well, no sense in wasting a good battering ram." A battering ram it WAS that night. The roleplay had gotten Richard so excited, he was pounding davey like, well, a horny high schooler. He wondered if there were pheromomes coming from Mike's room. He could hear , very faintly, the sound of Mike and Paul sleeping. In contrast to that calm breathing, there was nothing calm about his love making. When he finally shot, it made davey's naming him a wolf even more apt.
"Excuse me dads, can you keep it down in there? Some of us are trying to sleep," Mike called from the other room. The last sound anyone heard in the house that night, was davey and Richard laughing hysterically.