While davey was sitting in class, next to Chet, passing notes out of boredom, Richard and Jason were sitting in an office, with Peter, and Jean Pierre and their attorney, signing papers. Richard was taking over the lease of Garbure. It was late June, and he would take possession on August 1. He planned to close the restaurant, renovate it, and reopen sometime in late September, after everyone was back from Europe. Jason had worked nearly double time to get the deal finished that summer. From discussions, Richard and Carla had learned that Jean Pierre had really had enough with the restaurant business, and was desperate to get back to France. He had a small farm there, and that's where he wanted to be. The family had an invitation to visit when they did make it to France, and Carla made it clear: they were going. No one would be surprised that emotions swelled in Richard as he signed those papers. He had already signed Sasha's over to Lawanda, and now, here he was, on a new phase of his life. He felt young, and old, at the same time.
It was break time at the teacher certification class, and davey and chet were hanging out. Davey had learned that Roger was a manager for one of those "24/7" stores that were springing up everywhere. Sometimes, Roger would have to cover for an employee who couldn't, or didn't , cover his or her shift, so he understood the inconvenience of Richard having to go and fill in at the restaurant at odd hours. "Sometimes, we'll be sleeping, and a call comes in at, oh, 1 a.m. and Roger's got to pull something on, and get out there. I hate that. It's part of the job though. Seems that anyone who wants to move up in the company has to do that." "That really sucks" said davey. "At least we knew that, with the restaurant, it belonged to Richie, so the buck DID stop with him."
"Davey, let me ask you a question. We've got the dinner invitation, and I don't want Roger and I to use the wrong name. I've heard you call your husband Harris, Richard, and Richie." He paused and smiled "And I'm sure you have other names for him too," which made davey blush. "But anyway, what should we call him"
"Oh, that's easy. Just call him Richard. You know, he and I went to the same high school, and there he was Richie, so I just got used to that. I use Harris because, well. " He paused and smiled. "I'm sorry, it just sounds so masculine to me, and well..." He paused again. "I better stop. I'm flushing over how I feel about him." Chet smiled. "I get it. There was an old cartoon series many years ago with a character named Roger Ramjet. So... sometimes. . " Davey began to laugh. "I love that. You've got a built in flirt name. "
"By the way davey, is there anything we can bring to that dinner?" Davey smiled. "If you brought anything edible, Carla would probably spit in your food. She's very protective of her kitchen. Flowers are always nice, I think. She's an interesting lady. You'll like her."
"So, if I can ask: how did you and Richard meet?" Davey smiled. "Well, I guess today is a day for reminiscing. Like I said, we were in high school together. We didn't really know each other though. Then, 20 years later at a reunion, we met again. " He smiled. "Richard approached me. And ... here we are." He smiled broader. "How about you guys?
"Oh , we did it the modern way. We met on an on line dating service. The first date did NOT go well. I spilled a cup of coffee into Roger's lap and stormed out when he told me what he wanted to do. Then I got home, thought about it, called, apologized and... yeah, he did it to me.
I had gone over to his place, and I never left."
"You know, that's ridiculously romantic Chet. I love that story. One of our sons will love it too. So will Richard.
"You have sons." "Oh, that's a long, LONG story. Richard has a biological son, and he has to tell the story because it's complex, messy, and ultimately has a happy ending. Our 'second son' isn't really ours: he's Carla's. Carla's and Sam's. He's a throwaway kid: his parents kicked him out. Carla and Sam adopted him because, well, let's just say our son and he 'hit it off' and the thought of two brothers ,uh...." Chet laughed. "Yeah, that's a hard one to explain." Davey smiled, "and if everything goes well, in about 7 months, I'll be a father of twins."
"OH, there's a story there we're gonna have to hear. Save it for dinner. Susie is urging us all to get back to our desks.
Davey sighed "don't you just want to pull the damn everready battery out of her back?"
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After the papers had been signed, Richard and Jason went back to the car, where Sam was waiting. 'Congratulations Sir" Sam held out his hand to Richard. "For what it's worth, I don't think I've seen Carla this excited for a long time. She's on her computer for hours, finding recipes, reviewing. She bought a cookbook written in Russian, she's inspired.
Richard laughed. "yes, she and I are going to have to sit down and decide what we're going to do with this. Jason, you need to pick up Sarah, don't you?"
"Yes sir. Medical appointment today.' "So, Sam, could you drop me off at home first, and then chauffeur Jason and Sarah?" "Of course, Sir. Consider it done.
Richard got home and when he walked in , it was as quiet as he ever remembered it being. It was mid afternoon. Carla was probably off shopping: today was a major grocery store day, and Sam would go and pick her up with her groceries. Davey was at school. He walked around, looking for the boys. Not outside renovating. He listened close, and heard soft breathing. Their bedroom door was ajar, and he peeked in. Yes, they were napping. Mike had his arm around Paul, and Paul's head was laying on Mike's chest, the way davey's did on his. Richard smiled. They looked so peaceful . They brought him so much joy. He was going to miss them.
He grabbed a cup of tea, and headed to the back property. "When was the last time I was out here?" he thought to himself. He shook his head. "All this sky, all this sun, all this marvelous STUFF, and I've been ignoring it." He sat down on one of the benches, and just stared off at the horizon. He was there for a while, and he was very, very still. He could hear the birds - it was noisier out here than in the house - and he was so motionless, that a rabbit had hopped up, and stood there, looking at him, until he had turned his head. What had his grandmother told him about sunsets? "Richie, see as many of them as you can, because you'll never see the same one again." He thought of that as the sun began to go down. He didn't hear the house beginning to stir, as Carla came back and unloaded her groceries, or the boys wake up and start trying to get Carla to provide a snack. He didn't hear davey come home, or come out into the backyard. He felt his hand on the back of his neck.
"Hey Sir. You're never out here. What's up?" He bent down to give Richard a kiss, before he sat down next to him. Richard sighed "Oh, davey, I'm just kind of overwhelmed by everything good. All is well, and it's just, well, wonderful." He put his arm around davey's shoulders. "You have no idea how big a part of that you are." davey moved closer to him. "You know Sir? Sometimes, I think you're not really aware of how much rescuing you do, and how exhausting it is for you."
"Rescuing? HUH? davey you have to explain that to this very tired man." "Well, how you rescued Mike is easy, Sir. You didn't have to even answer him. But you didn't blink. And then Paul. And going back, Jason. What about Otto's father? I'm saving the best for last. Me." He grabbed Richard's hand and squeezed it. "you rescued me Sir."
"You? How did I rescue you davey?" "Well, Sir, I may not show it, but I think of you as my knight in shining armor sometimes. You know, today when I was talking to Chet, I said we didn't know each other in high school. It took 20 years. And something we all forget is, when you made me the offer, I could have said no. " He paused, cuddling into Richard. "One of the things I used to ask myself from time to time, is 'why didn't I say no?'"
"That's a good question davey. Why didn't you?" A sigh "Well, sometimes I surprise myself with how deeply I can think about things. I thought back to high school, and dating girls. You know, Sir, they always approached me. And I never had a steady because, well, I just didn't get into it. Heather asked ME to marry her. And she was adamant about it. So I said yes, I didn't know what else to do. Her family had money, she wanted me, and well... Sex life? I guess we had one, but was I engaged in it? I don't think so. I don't think she was either. " He paused again. "So, when you gave me your proposal, I began to wonder: I say I'm straight, and I'm doing this for money, but am I?" He laughed "Honestly Sir, I never even thought about being gay. I just assumed.... well, Sir, you know how much I enjoyed our beginnings. That wasn't faked. So, before I blather more.. you rescued me from being what I wasn't." He kissed Richard. "Whatever else happens, I will always love you for that."
Richard responded to the kiss, and held it. He looked at davey, and smiled. "I'm so full right now, davey. Full of love for you, full of happiness, and I don't feel tired, love. " He kissed him again. "
Davey looked at him. "you know, Sir, I hope you're filled with something else, because, well, sitting for six hours next to man who's good looking, reminds me of what I've got waiting for me at home, and...." He whispered into Richard's ear. "I wanna be underneath you before dinner. And I want you in me. HARD."
Richard smiled. "I have to be honest, davey boy. Today at the closing, there was a thought that kept getting into my head: 'that lamb needs a little shearing' . Let's go."
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When they got in the bedroom, and had closed the door, Harris wrapped his arms around davey from behind. Touching davey was getting him aroused, and he slipped his hand down the skinny Hawaiian shirt davey had worn to class today. He whispered into his ear. "You look so cute in that davey. Like a graduate student doing his PhD." He nibbled that ear, and heard the first little moan out of davey.
"Oh Sir. Oh Sir. You always know what spot needs scratching.." davey pushed his ear back into Harris' mouth, as Harris began unbuttoning davey's shirt. He ran his hands over davey's torso. " Oh yes, this fur needs a shearing." He slid his hand inside davey's shorts, and found his cock. "And THIS needs some tending , it seems."
"OH GOD YES SIR." Harris turned davey around and Frenched him before he lowered him on the bed. davey moved his arms up to his sides, trying to suggest that Harris pin him down. He didn't need encouragement. Harris wanted to toy with davey's nipples, teasing them, circling them with his fingers, licking, nibbling, but never doing anything too long.
"Let's see if we can do this without rope... Keep your hands up there, studboi." "Yes sir." Harris got out the electric barber shears, and got to work on davey's torso. davey's fur was just beginning to grow in, so it didn't take long. The man was smooth as could be.
"GRRRRR Sir. Now I can feel your fur even more.." Harris unbuttoned his shirt and lay down on top of davey.
"OH SIR. You'll never know how good those bristles feel after a fresh shave... UHHHHHHH. " davey couldn't speak, because Harris had found the lamb tattoo, and had begun scruffing.
"Sir, I was hard when we began. Keep that up and I'm gonna shoot before you give me what I want."
"Well, then, I think we better get to that, shouldn't we. You wet, sweet one?" "Not wet enough sir?" davey smiled. He LOVED the feel of being rimmed, and Harris loved rimming him.
"OH, YES. Your tongue is... OH. YOUR TONGUE IS YOUR TONGUE SIR. " davey pushed forward, trying to get more of it inside him. Harris dug deep, until the juices were running.
"It's time, love. It's time. ' "It's more than time Sir.. FUCK ME.." Harris slid down his pants, and his cock was engorged. REALLY engorged. He began sliding into davey, who again pushed forward.
"Six hours with that droning machine. GOD I NEED THIS.." "Maybe six minutes with a drilling machine, davey?" "Sir, I'll take it. " Harris laughed. "Pile driver Harris, huh?" He did what he could to honor the nick name, pounding davey hard. It wasn't often that their bed shook, but it did that afternoon. Harris tried as hard as he could to turn his thoughts to other things, from time to time, so that he could hold off his final climax. Davey, however, wasn't having any of that. He knew his husband had certain buzzwords, and he used them. "WOLFMAN. WOLF. WOLF. HOWL FOR ME." It did the trick. He felt Harris filling him with his semen, just as davey finally exploded. Harris was so in the moment that he caught some of davey's jizz in the air, and tasted it. "Just as sweet as a lamb always tastes." He fell on top of davey, and kissed him over and over and over again.
"I think we rescued each other davey." "Maybe Sir. " He paused. "Can I tell you something you may not like?" Harris laughed. "Well, go ahead. It'd be hard to spoil the moment." "When I showed your photo to Chet, he said 'oh you lucky man. It's like you have a sheepdog to protect you. They guard you, they keep other animals away, and they're so warm and cuddly, you just want to lay on them all day long. And they'll let you." He kissed Harris. "Maybe you're not a wolf." Harris laughed. "I think that's the sweetest thing, davey. I love it. Your sheepdog. Now I need a name.' davey smiled. "How about Ralph." Harris' laugh was so loud, the rest of the house heard it.
"Hmmm. Wonder what THAT's about," Mike mused as he and Paul plowed through the plate of cookies they had persuaded Carla to part with.
"Maybe we can find out at dinner," Paul added. Carla smiled. "I doubt it, but you can always ask." She looked up for a minute. "I'm smelling wet fur. Sort of like a dog walked into the house. Do any of you smell it?" No one else did.
And in their bedroom, Harris had just gone into the shower to clean up before dinner.