“Good idea. I’ve got some chicken marinating in the fridge. I’ll make your Dad some dinner.”
“Thanks, babe.”
“No need to thank me. You’re my guy, Wills.” I left him there keying away and hurried to the kitchen.
I took the chicken fillets from the fridge and placed them on the grill, then fixed a salad.
* * * *
Jack, JR, and Pat came into the kitchen.
“I fixed you a light dinner, Jack.”
“That wasn’t necessary. This family has put you out enough.” He didn’t look as annoyed as earlier, but he still wasn’t happy with the boys.
“Yes.” I grinned at him. “But look what you’ve given me in exchange.”
He opened his mouth, then smiled and said, “All right, thank you. I’ll just wash my hands.”
“Uh…Theo? Could we have another slice of your delicious angel food cake?” JR sent a hopeful smile my way.
“I have no problem with that, but you’d better clear it with your Dad.”
“Dad?”
“All right. But if it’s as good as this chicken smells, you’d better save a slice for me.”
* * * *
The flight arrangements for the next morning were solidified, and since Wills’s flight was out of National, I’d be driving our guests to Dulles.
Jack had finished his meal, and he brought the plates to the kitchen. I took them from him and put them in the dishwasher.
“Thank you, Theo.” He squeezed my shoulder. “I appreciate this more than I can say.” I knew he wasn’t just talking about dinner.
“It’s been a long time since I had a family to do things for.” I stared into his blue eyes. Their expression was so like his son’s. “Believe me, Jack. It’s my pleasure.”
* * * *
Everyone had gone to bed. Miss Su had settled herself in her cat bed beside the hearth.
Wills was in the bathroom, and I was sprawled on our bed. My thoughts couldn’t seem to settle. He was going to be away for a week to ten days, he’d said. I knew he wouldn’t screw around while he was away—somehow the fact that we’d done away with condoms seemed to lift that worry from my shoulder—but he’d come back from a month-long mission only a few weeks ago.
I was going to miss him so much.
The snap of the bathroom light being turned off bought me out of my musings. The bedside lamp was still on, though, and I could see Wills clearly as he sauntered toward the bed, without a stitch on, wonderfully, gloriously naked.
“Like what you see, sailor?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“Good.” He had his hand cupped, and I realized he had filled it with lube when his palm curled around my cock, and I felt the warm slickness coating me.
“What…?”
“Shh.” He straddled my hips and brushed my cock back and forth from the sensitive area behind his balls to his tailbone, dipping and then retreating, teasing his hole. I could tell he’d prepared himself.
“You’re making me crazy!” I panted.
“Good.”
“Wicked man.”
“Just for you.” Finally, he dropped his hips down, taking my entire length in one smooth move, and I had to shove the heel of my hand between my teeth to muffle my shout.
He pulled my hand away and brought his mouth to mine, but he paused millimeters away. “I’m coming back, Theo. Nothing else means as much to me as you, and the only thing that could keep me away is death.”
“Don’t say that!”
“I just want you to know that nothing short of death will keep me from you. Promise me you’ll remember.”
“I promise.”
“Good. Now we can get down to the good stuff.” He kissed me, leaned back and wrapped his hand around his cock, and started to jerk off.
“No.”
“What?”
“We do this together.” I covered his hand with mine, and while he rode me, we both stroked his cock.
We’d been lovers for so long now that we could make it last as long as we needed it to. Tonight we needed it to be a very long time.
By the time we couldn’t hold out any longer, my hair was damp with sweat and my lungs were pumping like bellows.
“Theo! I’m—”
“Me too!” And just like that, we both came. He covered my chest and abdomen with his semen, and I filled him with mine.
“I love you, babe.” He collapsed onto me and nuzzled the spot under my ear.
“Me too.” I tightened my arms around him, determined to keep him in place all night long.
* * * *
Wills left the next morning, and I drove his father and brother and Pat to the airport.
But I knew he was coming back to me.
And eight days later he did.
Easter was going to be late this year, but that didn’t matter. Wills and I were going to Cambridge to see his family.
And the following week, we’d fly down to Tarpon Springs to celebrate Greek Orthodox Easter with Ma, Poppa, and Acacia.