Kyle

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Kyle Part 6

The following year after the incident with Kyle, I told my father and stepmother I was gay. It was about a week before Thanksgiving, when they got home from work that day, I sat them down. Telling them, flat out, I was gay. My dad sat there, saying nothing. My stepmother, on the other hand, went ballistic. She began yelling at me, calling me faggot, and other thing alone that line, saying I was a disgrace to the family, and an embarrassment. I did the only thing I could think of to protect myself, yell back. She and I went at it for probable 10 minutes. My Father trying his hardest to stop it. Nothing would. Finally, he was able to get her and I separated, taking her to the master bedroom, leaving me in the living room. When he came back, he took me to my room, shutting the door behind him.

My father told me, he still loved me, that I was his son, his only son. No matter who I was or loved he would always be proud of me. I loved my father for that, he was honest, he cared. He went on though, Laura, my stepmother, was furious, he told me, "she hates homosexuals" "but I think if we give it some time, things will calm down between the two of you. Just lay low for a couple days, do some stuff around the house to help her out and everything will be fine." So that's what I did, when I got home from school, I did laundry, washed dishes, took out trash, anything I could think of. I did that for 3 days, I know how much crap can 3 people accumulate in 3 days, the answer: not much. On the third day, my stepmother got home before my father did, actually, before I did. When I got home from school, she was sitting in the living room, on the couch. I walked in, and said hi, then walked to my room, I sat my keys on my desk, looked up slightly, my monitor was off, so I moved the mouse, nothing happened. I went to turn on my computer, the stand wasn't there. Hmmm, ok, I just blew it off, I laid on my bed, and grabbed my remote, looked at the TV, it wasn't there. Wow, that's different, I got up, kind of mad, ok really mad, I went for my phone, called my dad and asked what was going on. He told me he didn't know about anything, but was on his way home and just to stay in my room till he got home. I did.

I heard the door open, he called for my stepmother, "Laura, what's going on?" She replied, with her usual manipulating tone, saying that she thought I needed to be punished for my choice in lifestyle, that she had decided I was not to have a TV, computer, phone, car, or extra curricular activities (choir, theatre, friends), anything. I needed to be punished for my being a disgrace to the family, being a cocksucker. She didn't feel my father had handled it appropriately enough, so she took matters into her own hands. They argued for almost an hour, all I did was stay in my room, when she said everything, at first I cried. I didn't mind loosing the computer or TV, what mattered to me was my car and my life. Remember, I'm a professional actor now, I needed theatre in high school to get into college, to have a life outside of this town. She didn't see it that way, she saw it as a way to make me gay, a faggot, a cocksucker, a fudge packer, whatever you want to call it. If I couldn't choose a respectable lifestyle, I wasn't going to have one, I was to be grounded from life till I graduated high school basically. I couldn't let her do this, finally I walked out of my room, "you can't do this to me, this is my life, my future. It's everything I live for, take my TV, take my computer, take away my car even, I don't car, but don't take away my future, chorus, theatre, friends. If you take them away from me, what am I suppose to do after college, hell I won't even get into college, not if you take away theatre and music. It's all that I want to do. By taking it away from me I loose my future. Look at it this way, you'd have to put up with me for another 4 or 5 years."

"No, I won't, you have a mother, go live with her" Laura said.

My mother, she was alive then, she lived 30 minutes away from my school, yes she taught there, but I would have been considered out of county, and she would have had to pay tuition for me to go. Besides, I wouldn't be able to be near my friends as much. My father said, that wasn't an option, Laura responded with yes it is, its that or what I have decided, I don't want him here anymore. I broke my cool head at that point, "FUCK YOU BITCH!" I screamed. She came at me, knocking my back, we pushed and fought all the way to my room, my father finally got between us, and separated us, me in my room, my prison, her in the hall, she broke past, pushing the door open, knocking trophies off the wall, grabbing the first thing she could and throwing it.

Moments later the door slammed shut, knocking more things off the wall and shelves, my black light shattering everywhere, pictures falling shattering, basically anything that wasn't secured for an earthquake fell. I was able to lock the door after it shut. I went to my closet, pulled out a couple duffle bags, and began packing, one by one, I packed 3 bags full of everything I might need for however long I would be away, throwing it out the window of my second story room. I grabbed my phone, thought who can I call, TC, no, it's a house phone, Brooks, no, he's out of town, Amy, yes. The door handle was jiggling, "Scott open up, its me" my dad said, I pushed a chair to the window. "Scott please open up" again, dad; I stepped into the chair forcing my body halfway out the window BAM...BAM...BAM. Seconds later I found myself on the ground under my window, I had jumped. I grabbed the bags, went to my car, got in, my dad looking out the window as I drove away.

I drove around the town for what seemed hours. I knew I was going to Amy's house, but I couldn't show up there, not like this, I was a wreck, but I went. I was there for a couple days, her parents understood, and knew that it was ok. My dad and I made up, ell there wasn't anything to make up about, he and I had never had a problem, it was his wife. He told me again that he loved me and would always, just that I couldn't come home, not after I called his wife a bitch. So he found me a place to stay, paid for it, paid for everything, I got a job to pay for other stuff I needed, only because I felt like I shouldn't be completely dependent on him, but allow me to be a part of my life I so desperately fought for. I got into school, scholarship too, and graduated, always remaining close to my father, as close as one could with a secrete relationship.

Walking into the hospital was probably the single scariest thing I have ever done, not only because of the health of my father, but also because I was worried about what would happen between my stepmother and myself. It was, to me, a fight nearly 10 years in the making. We made our way into the lobby no one spoke, in the elevator he told me "everything will be alright, I'm here if you need me." of course I knew that, but it did help ease me more just hearing him say it. Walking to the floor where my dad as being kept Kyle was at my side, never leaving it the whole time. Kay was standing at the nurse's desk as we approached. A huge smile appeared on her face, and mine, I ran to her, both of us hugging, having been such a long time since seeing each other. After we both let go, I said "Kay, this is, as you know Kyle, and I want to introduce his mother and father Michael and Susan Mason."

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Dr. Kay Bussey, Mr. Daniel's doctor." Turning back to me, she continued, "Now, Scott, as I told you the other day, your father is doing well now, but he is just staying in there, no changes in vitals or anything just yet. I do want him to pull out of this well, and I have no reason to doubt that your arrival will help that even more. He is awake and alert, although I was not able to get your stepmother out of the room, while I never told her you were coming, she refused to leave his side when I suggested she went to the cafeteria for breakfast. Do you want to wait a few more minutes, give yourself some time to adjust before you go in, or whatever." Coming in closer she whispered, "I'll fill you in more later in my office, I just want to stay somewhat professional on the floor currently"

"Oh, that's fine, I understand, just give me a second or two, I just need to clear my head, so I don't automatically start yelling, Kay. I want to apologize in advance, there just may be a conflict here today. While we will do everything in our power to keep it from occurring, no promises can be made. Second, Mr. Mason, if I remember from Kyle telling me correctly, you are a lawyer correct." he nods "good, you wouldn't minds taking me on as a client would you?" he shrugs and says of course. " Wonderful, Kyle, can I test how great an actor you are?"

"I'm not playing something ridiculous..." Kyle says.

"No nothing like that, just my publicist, and boyfriend of course, if something happens all I need the two of you to do is advise me against it, Susan, be your wonderful self, Kyle's mother along for moral support. Everyone ready cause I am."

With that, we follow Kay down the remainder of the hallway and into the hospital room. She opens the door, "Mr. Daniel's, I know its early, but I have some visitors for you, would you like to see them?" Without waiting for an answer, she leads us in.

Walking into the room was easy, much easier then I imagined, I thought that I wouldn't be able to handle it, seeing my father attached to so many machines, laying there helpless. I walked over to the bed, taking his hand, "hey there, you doing alright?"

Before a response could even be uttered from my dad I hear, "You, what do you think you're doing here," my step mother stated. "You have some nerve showing your face here, why you haven't even talked to the man in years, and here he is, his death bed. Then you show up like some important person..." Maim, I would think you to keep your voice lowered and your mouth shut, allow the gentleman to talk." Kyle's father interrupted.

"Thank you, Dad, I wanna introduce some people to you, ok? Well, first off, this is Mr. and Mrs. Michael Mason, Mr. Mason is my attorney." I said, looking at Laura, "and also Kyle Mason, he's my publicist dad, and also my boyfriend."

"Pleased to meet everyone, especially you Kyle, it's a great privilege to meet you, I'm sorry it had to be under such circumstances. Please come in and have a seat, I know there's one or two available somewhere." My father said, the first words out of his mouth, I was just happy it wasn't anything else.

"so dad, are you doing alright, I know what's going on, but I want to know how you are doing? Mrs. Mason sent flowers, did you get them?" I said

"Oh, I got them, but I took one look at the cards and threw them out, what don't you get you're not wanted here, faggot. Get Out! Let the man have some peace." Laura said.

"Excuse me, this may be a stressful time and all, but please get over yourself, the man's child is here, they drove 11 hours just to see him, Scott had to take time off of his performance schedule to come down here. Now if I were you, I'd be happy that he was here. You may not like him, you may not approve of him, but it is that man's flesh and blood, and whether you like it or not, he's here. He love's his father dearly, now allow them to do whatever it is they need to..."

"Mr. Mason, please, while your efforts are appreciated, I know my wife well, she's very stubborn. Laura, this is my son, you hear me, my son, he is here to see me, not you. Allow me time with him, and allow me to see him, and Kyle. If you don't like it, there's the door, you can come back in a couple hours. " my father, very clearly stated.

Wow, I had never heard my father tell her anything like that, she always controlled him in one way or another, I guess he finally saw what was happening.

"No, I'm staying, he's not to be here, this cocksucker, shouldn't be here, you don't even have him in your will for Christ sakes." She said.

I glared at her, that Will was more then just money to me it was my family. You see, when my grandmother died, years ago, she left all her children everything, it was put into a trust that my grandfather controlled until he died. After that, it was broken up for the rest of the family, it included furniture that was made by my family, my grandparents wedding china. That didn't belong to her, it was mine.

"Laura, you don't know what your talking about, really. So either leave or sit down and shut up." My dad said, reassuring me. Deep Breath.

She sat, I walked over to the windows, opening the blinds, "There, a little light on the subject makes it all better." I asked again, "Dad, how are you doing."

Everyone stopped and looked at Laura waiting for an response, "I'm fine, really, I'll be fine, I've just been a little tired that's all. It's good to see you again, its been a few months, hasn't it. How's New York treating you, good I'm guessing, and from what I see, you have Kyle now." Dad said.

"Well, get some rest is what I want you to do, I need you at full health soon, Dad. New York is wonderful, I love doing shows up there, its so rewarding, and I can't wait to get back on stage every night. Kyle and I are recently a new development, we started dating a few days ago." A stifled laugh can be herd from a chair, its brushed off. "Although we have known each other since high school, we were out of touch for a while, recent events brought us back together. But I don't want to talk about me, we've here for you, are you eating, is there anything you need, books, magazines, anything?"

"You can get me outta here, that's all I need, I'm ready to leave already. I'm glad you came though, I mean really, I wasn't expecting it when Dr. Bussey told me you were coming, I was shocked, I didn't know that you even know I was here, and you know how hard I try to keep you away when I'm in the hospital. How did you find out?"

"I have my ways, Kay didn't even tell me till I called her yesterday, I found out from someone else I know, seems our family knows way too many people, besides you know you can't keep anything away from me, no matter how hard you try, I have spies everywhere."

"I see that, and Kay didn't tell you because I told her not too, but I guess even that didn't help. Now, about this show of yours how much longer are you doing it, I haven't seen you in it yet. I guess now, I have no excuses to make for going to New York."

"My contract is up in another 4 months, I'm still not sure if I'm going to renew or see about something different, I've gotten a few offers, just nothing I want to really accept yet, I'm thinking about some stuff. Maybe something will come up between now and then. And yes, now you have to come up, please, I can make arrangements for the two of you, in any hotel you want, you can come see my show, and I'll work it out to get you anything else you want to see, we can do dinner somewhere, I know so many restraints you would love to go to. All you have to do is let me know."

"I'll do that, I will."

My conversation with my dad went on like that for 3 more hours, at one point, Laura just got up and left, I know she was still mad about my father, but oh well. Kyle and my father talked some too, as well as his parents. I felt better knowing that my dad and them were all getting along. Kay had left the room soon after the conflict that did occur was finished, but she came back in around the 3 hour mark.

Scott, I'm sorry, but I need him to sleep a little bit today, and now is the time, if you'll kind of wrap it up, you can come back later today, or come back tomorrow, I know you are here for the week, please." Kay said.

"Always a stickler on the naps, Susan, Michael, thank you for coming, and the flowers, though they are not here, now that I know I got some from you all, I feel much better, Kyle, take care of him please, he needs someone to keep a good eye on him, in case he get outta hand. Scott, you did a good thing today, thank you for not loosing you head, I know it was hard to do that, you have always gotten that from me, having you here makes all the difference in the world. If you all don't mind, can I have just a minute alone with Scott, please."

All nodded and made their way out of the room, my father went on to tell me this, "I know things with your step mother and you have never been easy. However, I want to patch things up between you two sooner or later. Even if it was going to take me dying to do it. I know you have good judgment, please don't allow this argument to go on anymore.."

"Dad, but why are you telling me all this now, I mean, you're surely not going to die now, I mean you look great, you sounds great, Kay says you'll be fine."

"Scott, lets face it, we both know better. I may last a week, maybe 2, but I'm not getting outta here through the front doors. I love you son, I'm proud of you, and I'm glad you are trying to do the right things to fix the past. I love you for it. You have made your grandmother proud, and me proud."

"Dad, don't talk like this, your going to be fine, you're going to be walking out the front doors, here I brought this for you" pulling out a CD, " its something I've always told you about, but never let you hear, its my show dad, mine that I wrote, I made you a copy."

"Thanks budro, this means so much to me, put it in the CD player, put it on repeat even, I love you, and I'll see you later"

I put the CD on, walked over to him gave him a hug and a kiss, and started out the door. "I know this sounds cheesy and corny, but I cant leave to this song, its too upbeat and it's the opening. I need exit music, ok." Walking back to the CD player, starting the Finale of the show, then going back to my dad kissing him and hugging him again. Walking out the door to the simple song played.

For life is a song, simple brave and strong, Let the melody guide you to where you ought to be, For when you have your melody, your dreams can come true, And show you just what to do.

I walked out the hospital room, shutting the door behind me. Immediately after I shut the door I began to cry. I leaned against the door, falling to the floor, while the tears ran down my face. There I sat in the floor, crying, my father had just told me he was dying despite what his doctors said. He knew he wasn't going to last very long, he said that plainly. He gave me a request, one that I was willing to accept and attempt to fix. Now all I needed was for Laura to talk to me and then we could make amends.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me, it was Kyle, he wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I was feeling better with just him being next to me, near me. I told him what my dad had said, he kissed me, there in the hallway outside my dad's hospital room, he kissed me.

We sat there for some time, when we finally stood; it had been, in actuality, ten minutes. Laura was walking down the hall towards the room; I could see Kyle's mom and dad standing just down from us. She passed them, approaching Kyle and myself outside the door of the room.

"Laura, I'm sorry for the past, please let's put it all behind us. We are family, whether either of us like it or not, but we need to move on from the past. There are hard times ahead for us all, and we both will need support to get through it. A support that each of us can provide to the other. Accept my heartfelt apology and let us get on with our lives." I said as she stopped at the doorway.

"Get this, and only this, I don't want you here, I don't want to see you here again. You are not my family, you are a disgrace. I don't need you for anything, now get outta my way, and don't ever come back." Laura quickly said back to me. It had hit me like a ton of bricks I wasn't expecting it at all.

"I may not be your blood family, but you are married to my father, that makes us family. I'm here, and I always will be here. Let me know when you want to talk, I'll listen. But don't come crying to me when your in trouble and need help with something. I may care about family, but I won't hesitate to forget you. I put what happened to us behind me long ago, I'll wait for you to do the same. Call me if you ever want to discuss this like adults, instead of acting like children." Then I walked away, towards my new family. As I got to Kyle's parents I turned around to grad Kyle, he wasn't there, he was still at the door with Laura, I then heard him speak.

"Listen, I don't care what happened between the two of you, and I don't really care. He is my husband, and I care for him more then anything in the world. He's been through enough shit in his life. I'd take him up on his offer if I was you, cause if you don't one day you will regret it. At that point I will laugh if your face. Who knows maybe you'll find your heart by then, but until one of those days come, you're just a worthless piece of scum." The color had drained from her face when he called her heartless, but Kyle didn't care, he turned and waked towards me. He called me his husband, that was all I heard, that was all I cared about. He stood beside me, took my hand and kissed me. It was a hard passionate kiss too. I loved it, it took me back to New York, when we kissed on the street. But something broke us from our passion.

"FAGGOTS, YOU'RE GONNA ROT IN HELL" Laura yelled.

"I'll be sure to save you a seat on the bus" I said, Kyle and I turned and walked out of the hospital, towards the car. I felt good inside, like this huge weight had been lifted off of me. I had been carrying this with me for years, I felt like I had done what was right in making amends with Laura. It was not been the outcome I was hoping for, but still it was something.

The group made its way to the car, Susan and I got in, but Kyle and his father stayed outside and talked. I couldn't hear them nor could I read what was said, so I just ignored it. Susan turned around and said "Well, I know it wasn't the outcome you had hoped for, but still you took the step and was the bigger man to apologize, its up to her now. Do you feel any better after seeing your father?"

"He's not well, he told me he's not going to make it, but he loves me and he's proud. Which is all I can ask for, I have wanted to make him proud of me for years, I was just not sure at how to actually do it."

"Scott, speaking as a parent, you're always proud of your children, no matter what happens. I know this, so trust me. I'm also proud to call you my son now. You're a good boy, and you have a good head on your shoulders too, especially in a hot situation. Only someone with a good head would have even thought to do what you did before entering that room. And you know, I can see now that Kyle is in good hands, rough times may be ahead, for both of you. But remember together, the two of you will make it through, trust me again, I know from experience."

Moments later Kyle and his father got into the car, and we headed back to the house. I was tired from all the action at the hospital, and so as soon as we walked into the I excused myself for a nap, and went to bed in Kyle's room. I felt like as soon as I hit the pillow I would fell asleep, and I did.

I felt hands on my back, gently rubbing me. I slowly woke up, Kyle was standing beside the bed. "Morning sleepy head, time to get up."

"What time is it, how long did I sleep?" I asked.

"It's nearly 8 pm, you've been out for a while, I just thought you might want to get up and eat, mom's got dinner finishing up, we'll be ready to eat in the next 30 minutes, why don't go clean up and come join us." He said.

So I did, I took a quick shower and changed, joining the group in the living room. A few people were there that I didn't know, Matt, his little brother, his fiancé, and a few more members of his family, cousins, aunts uncles. I felt a little out of place, not knowing anyone hardly, but I made it through till dinner was ready. We all gathered in the dining room, took our seats, followed by Kyles father standing.

"We asked you here tonight for a few reasons, the most important is to welcome a new member of our family. You all know what has been going on in this house the last few week," he said looking at Kyle, "but today Kyle said something that spoke to me. I feel it should not go overlooked. When Scott came into this house I wasn't sure how to react, I was afraid he was after something, I was still uneasy about Kyle being with him. This morning all of us took a trip to the hospital, to visit Scott's father. I won't do into all the details about what happened there, however I will say, these boys love was tested. Not by us, but by Scotts own family. I saw my son stand up to someone who had offended Scott, and called him his husband. It's not private how I felt about gay marriage for so long, but today I saw that it was just as strong if not stronger then anyone else's. This evening we welcome Scott into our family. I can only hope that we can provide the love and support that I fear his own will not show him in the coming months. I propose this toast to my son Kyle and to his husband Scott, to love that will show nothing is too hard to overcome." Everyone toasted. "Now, we do have a wedding that was already coming up, Matthew and Meggan, let's not forget them." He sat.

I was speechless, not sure what to say to that, but I got my strength together and spoke, "I now see why you are such a successful lawyer, and I feel so honored to be here, thank you all for everything you have given me already." With that, dinner began.

It was both fun and different, having dinner with Kyle's family, it had been so long since I had been to a family dinner, at least where it was my family, but they all began to open up to me all began to open up to me and allow me to be apart of their family. Conversation was interesting, everything from my college to what I was planning on doing next in life.

After everyone had taken their fill on dinner, Susan stood up, "well I guess its time for dessert." She and Kyle walked into the kitchen; they came back with two pies. I know its odd, but I can't remember what was for dinner, but I remember the pies. Specifically because one was pumpkin, the other was pecan. Susan spoke again, "Scott, while you were off in dream land for the day, Kyle and I talked, he told me about you not spending holiday dinners with your family for so long, I wanted to make it up to you tonight. So, I thought, however odd, I would do traditional holiday desserts for the evening, to make up for all those years you went without." She began to serve the pies to everyone.

After everyone was finished, everyone kind of broke off in to different areas of the house, Susan and Kyle's two aunts cleared the table and moved into the kitchen, Meggan tried to help, as did I but Susan wouldn't have any of it. Kyle's dad and uncles went into the family room and started talking and watching TV, you know the drill. Matt and Kyle dragged Meggan and I outside to the deck. It as dark by now and the sky was absolutely beautiful, just so clear, stars everywhere. We sat down, Meggan broke our silence, "Scott, tell me, how was it for you? I know my first dinner with them was a bit frightening and overwhelming. I don't think I was ready for it." "It was, well different, I mean I wasn't expecting it for one, you probly had some sort of warning that you would be meeting everyone, me I was just told I might, keyword might want to join everyone for dinner. I was scared I guess, I wasn't expecting a toast, or anything planned specifically around me. I'm, let just say relieved its over. Meeting the parents is one thing, finding out you're father's dieing is another, but meeting the parents, finding out your father is dieing, and meeting the extended family as well. I think I should go see a therapist, it just messes with you." She laughed when I said that, Kyle just looked out, Matt was elsewhere I think too.

"Come with me Scott, let's leave them alone for a bit." Meggan said.

And we began walking, just around the block, she told me about her dinner with meeting the parents, and then talked about her and Matt, and me and Kyle. Matt and her wedding was planned for September, she was talking about what she was planning, what she wanted, and all the stresses of that, she also said I had to be there. I made no promise, I wasn't sure if after this week I would be able to take the time off from the show. Not that I couldn't it was more that I may not be able to afford it, for myself.

We arrived back to the house, I as glad to have someone else in the family that was going through what I was. Most of the family was getting ready to leave when we got back, so everyone said their goodbyes. Matt and Meggan left soon after everyone else left. Susan had finished cleaning up everything while I had been on my walk. Before she went upstairs she asked " Scott, will you be heading to the hospital in the morning, or do you want me to make other plans?"

"I'm not sure" I said, "I really don't want to go back tomorrow, and I may take some time to just breath for a little bit, I know I need to stop by the theatre downtown and see Sue, I think I might do that tomorrow."

She went upstairs to the master bedroom, leaving Kyle and I downstairs alone. I jumped at the chance. We went into the bedroom, I kissed him, running my hands up under his shirt, taking it off. He followed by doing the same to me, I started kissing my way down his body, but he stops me.

"It's my turn, you did me the other night, I get to suck you off tonight." He said. He kissed my neck my nipples and started down my stomach, unbuttoning my shorts while he made his way down. Soon Kyle let my hard cock out, and started licking and sucking me off, slowly taking more in, but unable to take it all. My moaning told him to keep going, and he did. I felt like I was soon going to cum, and stopped him. I told him to fuck me. He got ready and put the head of his hard cock at my hole, slowly letting it slide into my ass. He fucked me at a slower pace then the other night, bending down to kiss me. I was in heaven, then he started to speed up. Getting faster the more we fucked.

I held onto him tightly and didn't want to let him go, he kept fucking me, the longer we fucked the harder it was. I felt like I was getting close, he knew I was and so he slowed down, my hole clamping onto him, but still he kept fucking me. After my hole let up on him, he started fucking me harder and faster again, but still keeping an eye on me. If ever I was about to cum, he would slow down, edging me for nearly and hour and a half. Finally I grabbed a nipple and said "Stop it let me cum for Christ sakes, I can't take it anymore." He laughed and kept fucking me, slowly then faster and harder.

Two hours after we started he was still fucking me, but much harder then before, I was so ready to cum, my hole clamped onto his pole like it had before, yet he didn't slow in fucking me. In fact he started fucking me harder and faster, I felt my balls tighten and I started to cum, more then I had in a long time. It shot onto Kyle's chest, and then I felt him start to cum. Letting out his cream that he had been holding out for so long. He pulled out and kissed me. After he laid down I just said, asshole. He laughed again, and asked "what didn't you like it?"

"I loved it, I just was calling you an asshole cause I couldn't cum for 2 hours because of it. I still love you though" I said.

I heard him laugh, "well good then, that's what I like to hear, maybe next time it will be longer"

I groaned and curled up next to him, falling asleep. Happy that this long day was finally over, and happy I was with the man of my dreams.