Chapter Six
In order to avoid all of the political shenanigans that might accompany a royal wedding, Chris and Carlos decided to have a small intimate gathering of only close friends and family. Mario insisted that they consider the house in Malibu as the wedding venue; Chris was eager to accept, and Carlos was flattered. This old house meant a lot to him. Diana and Leonora had never been to the house in Malibu; they were suitably impressed, and eager to meet Chris as well.
Simon agreed to do the catering; there were only a few flowers, there was a lot of booze, and there was of course the required Secret Service to consider. The service was held on a Sunday, the first weekend in December to avoid the inaugural season in Washington DC. The vice-president and Mrs. Martin flew in and out the same day; the man could not be diverted from his official duties. Formal dress for the wedding was waived in lieu of casual California-style business attire.
Carlos asked Chris if they could fly to Venezuela to visit his family on their honeymoon; Chris was overjoyed at the prospect. He had been to Hawaii, Asia, and Europe with his family, always on official business with his father, but had never been south. Their three days in Caracas was fun and energizing and enjoyable and relaxing; Chris was welcomed into the family by Carlos' parents like a long-lost relative.
After Caracas, they flew to the Virgin Islands; Chris laughed continuously about that. "I'm sure St. John would be shocked at how un-virgin we are" he smirked. A week on the beach was the relaxation they both needed.
While there, Chris tapped Carlos on the shoulder one afternoon lying in the sun watching the yachts crossing Coral Bay. "I have an answer for you; you asked me about your professional practice. I think you should do it."
Carlos yawned; the sun had baked his brain as well as his body.
"OK. Are you sure? It might take a while for things to gel enough to support us. I have a five-year NCND with the firm."
"That's OK; I can support us, you know. Since the LA Times and the paparazzi made us famous, my client traffic has doubled."
"Yeah, I am aware that you have had some long days at the office." Carlos was proud of his husband; Chris had come a long way in the journey from little twink rent-boy to A-list therapist in Los Angeles. Even though his practice was primarily among gay clients, several of them were also Hollywood names and needed strict confidentiality.
"By the way" Carlos continued, "when do we have to go to Washington?"
"For the inaugural? It is always on January 20th, so we need to fly out of LA by the 17th or 18th in order to accommodate all of the official functions which Mother has committed us to attend."
"And which are those?"
"Well, the official luncheon with the Senate, because under the Constitution, Dad is the President of the Senate; then, there is a luncheon with the household staff of the Navy Observatory, and then there is an `informal' brunch with the President and her White House staff. After that, we are on our own."
"OK, it sounds like we will be glad to get back home and recuperate."
Chris stretched and rolled over on his beach towel; "Actually, can we just stay here forever?"
"Nope, sorry, we have way too many obligations in LA. And you better get your skinny white ass up and out of this tropical sun before it is too burned for me to fuck."
"Oh yeah? Just because you have a natural suntan, Mr. Rivera" Chris retorted. They laughed and walked back to the cabana where cool drinks were waiting. Chris was not ready to get on an airplane the next morning and return to the urban jungle.
Before pursuing that thought, they enjoyed a night of bliss in the cool breeze coming off the bay into their hotel room; somehow, married sex, Chris thought, was nothing like he ever imagined it was going to be. He had assumed that married couples easily grew bored with each other, sexually as well as in other ways.
But so far, he was wrong; Carlos was always ready to pound Chris' skinny white ass, and equally ready to open his hole for a pounding from Chris.
Tonight was perhaps the most vigorous fucking they gave each other: Chris was on top, with Carlos laying face-down on the duvet, having his hole rimmed with a very talented tongue and writhing at the sensations. Chris finished tongue-fucking Carlos and slipped his long slender cock into his husband, riding him hard to the finish, filling him with cum.
Carlos quickly flipped over, his Venezuelan cock hard and ready to fuck: Chris knelt over it and slipped it into himself, always appreciating the pain and the pleasure that filled him as the cock stretched his ass. It was funny, he realized: he never had any thoughts about his several rent-boy clients from years gone by. He could not even remember what the cocks attached to Raj and Stuart were like, even though he had been fucked by both of them back in that cabin in Tahoe. He only had thoughts about how sexy, fulfilling, and gorgeous his husband was.
The final morning of a vacation always comes too early. Chris and Carlos had a noon flight from the airport in St. Thomas, and so had to take a water taxi at 9 AM from St. John. The flight home to LAX was almost 8 hours; it was nearly midnight when they arrived home in Pasadena. It was a Friday, so they had two more days to relax and recover before rushing off to work. Carlos' major duty of the week to come was writing a letter of resignation to the senior partner of the firm.
Mario and Peter had arranged a brunch at the house on the beach in Malibu for them on Sunday; many of their friends were gathered to greet them. Tad and his husband Mike; Joaquin and his new husband Felipe Marquez; Sam and Mickey, and Stuart and Raj of course, all brought small gifts for the couple.
Carlos laughed because of the gift from Peter: a coffee grinder. Joaquin's gift was a complete set of the books from Pablo Neruda; Sam and Mickey provided a case of wine. Stuart and Raj provided round-trip tickets for a cruise to Avalon.
At a lull in the several conversations around the pool on the patio during brunch, Carlos stood and tapped his wine glass and said he wanted to thank everyone for coming and for their friendship.
"I actually owe my life to this house and to its original occupants, Mason and Mario. There was a point in my life when I did not have a future, and they provided one for me, and for that I will be forever indebted to them. And to all of you, who have remained good friends and true, thank you for every moment you have given me. And thank you for taking in my husband Chris as your friend as well."
"And Chris, I love you with all of my heart."