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Hello, son. Sorry to bother you. You’re at the show by now. We’ll be in bed by the time you get this, but I wanted to let you know right away. Javy’s not coming. Says he’s got a lot on his plate with school and exams, and now seems he can’t find his passport. Not sure I believe that last part, but I don’t care anymore. Pedro and I have been waiting twenty years for this day and I’m not gonna let him ruin it. I’m hoping you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me and be my best man. I love you, son. Give Evan my love as well. We’ll see you two in the morning.

Twenty-Two

The following morning, they slept in.

A little shell-shocked by Titus’s news, Tucker had helped himself to more of his secret stash. By the time they got home, he and Evan decided they may as well finish the bottle.

Neither of them were liquor drinkers, and indulging in the amber firewater had led to all kinds of fervent sexual activity, ramping up on the prowess–or at least in their minds–and stalling climaxes into delayed, though no less intense, drunken orgasms.

They awoke, hungover and fuzzy, to the sound of heavy machinery in the backyard.

“What is that noise?” Evan asked, palming his eyes.

“My guess would be a cherry-picker,” said Tucker. “Either that, or one of the city’s bucket trucks. They’re setting up for Sunday.”

“Sounds like an army.”

“Probably a small one, knowing Daddy. There’s two hundred people coming, remember?”

“Can’t they be a little quieter?”

Tucker laughed. “You’re an adorable, hungover, mess.”

“Yeah? Well, your breath stinks.”

“So does yours, but I don’t care.”

They kissed, their bodies responding as if the previous night’s festivities were nothing more than foreplay.

“You’re hard,” Tucker said, squeezing Evan’s cock. “How can I get out of bed now? I can’t leave this behind.”

“I don’t know if I can repeat last night. I need to save some energy for the show.”

“Then we’ll go slow.” Tucker turned, so that Evan was spooning him from the outside. “I’m still slick. Just spit on that fat fucker and away we go.”

“I ain’t got no spit. My mouth’s dry as cotton.” Evan reached for the lube on the nightstand and squeezed out a small dollop. He stroked himself twice, then positioned himself between Tucker’s soft, warm split. Tucker eased back to assist, and just like that, together again. Evan wrapped his arms around Tucker, pulling tight to him.

“Oh.” Tucker sighed. “Yeah, that’s it. Do me nice and slow.”

Evan did as requested. He considered making a joke about his big handsome lover being a bossy bottom but, now that their intimacy was more constant, it didn’t seem right. It was like their private time had become sacred–a time for mutual exploration. Evan enjoyed taking Tucker to unknown heights of sexual gratification. He got off on it.

“I love the way you feel,” he whispered in Tucker’s ear, his hot breath still smelling faintly of whiskey. He chewed at the back of Tucker’s neck and shoulders, nuzzling with his beard. “This might be my new favorite position.”

“It’s good, but I miss seeing your face. Keep talking.”

“I love the way you feel inside.” He was circling Tucker’s nipple with a fingertip now, adding his thumb for a gentle pinch. Tucker’s response was instantaneous, constricting tightly around Evan below, as if his nipples were control knobs for a special feature. “Yeah. Squeeze me, baby. Fuck yeah.”

Evan shifted a bit. Tucker was panting now. “That’s it. Oh, my God. Right there.”

“Look what I found.” Evan’s lubed hand now gripped Tucker’s cock. He stroked at it with a slow, slick motion.

“Oh. Oh, man. I’m gonna come, Ev. You’re gonna make me come quick.”

Ev sandwiched his furry front to Tucker’s back, holding him firmly with strong arms. “Good. I’m close too. Come for me, baby.”

Tucker grunted, and his entire body jerked in Evan’s grip, convulsing, the tremors so jarring that Evan briefly, absurdly, saw himself clinging to the back of a mechanical bull. When the spasms subsided, Evan felt the wet heat coating his hand, enhancing the glide of his palm. He pressed his face into Tucker’s broad back beneath the sheet, inhaling the familiar scent of the man he loved, lightly biting into Tucker’s shoulder blade.

“Oh, T,” he moaned.

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