Richard lay there, sleepless, davey's head resting peacefully on his chest. "It's like he's a feather" Richard thought. He never felt like davey weighed heavily on his chest, never thought he impeded Richard's breathing, or anything like that. And his smile. Davey always smiled as he cuddled onto Richard's chest, and that smile didn't leave his face while he slept. Richard was not smiling, but he was not angry at davey. Rather, he was trying to figure out how to apologize for his outburst. Going shopping with Travis had acted like a tonic for him. After they had finished the first part of shopping, and were sitting in Gradisca's having lunch, he had told his best friend about the situation, and how he had reacted. If he expected sympathy from Travis , it was a bad assumption.
"So, let me get this right Richie. Your husband, who clearly ADORES you, is hit on by a man at a store. He has lunch with him, tells him no to anything beyond lunch, and then he comes home and tells you.. And you're ANGRY with him? You know something, you may not deserve him. You're a terrific businessman Richie, but you have a history of fucking up your relationships, and it looks like you're gonna wreck this one, now that you have a chance."
Richard visibly winced. "Well, I'm possessive. I admit that." Travis started laughing "POSSESSIVE? POSSESSIVE? You're fucking self destructive. You know, you don't go to town much, you live in your own world, but let me tell you who the three gay men in this town are, who other gay men want to bag. Number 1, is Mike. Number 2, is davey, and Number 3: I'm sitting opposite him. " Richard looked up, stunned.
"Yes, you fucking dope. A hot daddy type with a successful business? COME ON. And you've got number 2, who doesn't want to leave you. Know what? Just about every gay man in the town would marry him tomorrow. But he loves you."
"I saved him Travis."
"No darling. You entered into a business relationship with him. Not too different from prostitution. And he fulfilled his obligations. And know what? He stayed. He didn't go back to a woman, he didn't go to another gay man who might be younger, or prettier: he stayed with you. " Travis shook his head. "You know, if I were you, I'd get Carla to work up some kind of spell to make sure he forgives you, because I KNOW how you are with apologies, and I just hope you didn't fuck this up."
Travis had been Richard's best friend since high school. He valued his views, and now, he was thoroughly angry with himself for how he had acted. He broke things. How to fix them?
"Hey Sir.." davey began to wake up. "Can I have a good morning kiss?"
"Oh, sweetpea. " Harris put his lips on davey's. "I have been laying here, watching you sleep for the last hour. "
"I know Sir. I wasn't sleeping. I was just keeping still, listening to that big heart of yours. You know, Sir, it changes speeds really noticeably. You've been agitated. Can I do something to help?"
"You know davey, yes, you can. You can just listen to me for a few minutes." He hugged the man tighter. "davey , I acted like an asshole yesterday about this whole thing with Mark. And I'm sorry. If I were to get angry at anyone, it should be Mark. But you know what? I can't. And I can't get angry at him because, to be hoenst, if it had been me, I would have come on to you too."
"Well, maybe if it had been you Sir, I would have gone home with you." Now davey reached up and kissed Harris. "But I KNEW I was coming home to you. I made that choice, some time ago, when I had the chance to leave. I stayed. And I don't regret it. Experiencing that big heart of yours every day, experiencing how you take care of me, and everybody else. Richie, I love you SO much. I'm not going anywhere, probably not even if you kick me out. Ok. I'll stop talking now. Except I have to ask you for a favor."
Harris was nearly crying but he stopped himself. "Whatever you would like, davey." "Well, there's this hot guy I wanna ask out on a date tonight. I think he'll accept, because I'm going to offer him my ass, but I'd like to be able to shoot, Sir, so .. could you take the cage off for the day." Harris smiled. "Depends. Describe the guy to me." "Oh, he's really hot in a very daddy type of way. A little scruffy, a little belly that drives me nuts, and from what I understand, a wild man in bed. Very picky, very possessive and very jealous. All things I like in a man."
Davey smiled as Harris flipped him on his back and began kissing his neck. "I just love you SO much davey. And I'm going to stop doing something. I gave you the nickname davey boy. I don't sleep with boys, I sleep with men. I may fuck you , but you're not my boy. You're my husband." He reached over and got the key to davey's cage. As soon as it opened, davey's cock came flying out, rigid. Harris smiled, and got to work on chewing davey's nips, until he began to moan. More french kissing followed, and when davey grabbed him in what they called his koala position, Harris just slipped his hand down to adjust his cock, and slid in.
"OH YEAH SIR. OH YEAH. CALL ME DAVEY, CALL ME BOI, CALL ME YOUR BITCH, CALL ME ANYTHING YOU WANT. JUST CALL ME WHEN THAT COCK IS STIFF. OH, SHIT. TAKE ME YOU BIG HUNGRY WOLF!!!!"
Harris had gotten to what they both called "whale spouting stage" really quickly. Some weeks before, davey had shown Harris the whale spouting emoji, and Harris didn't get it. Davey explained it. "How the hell do you know these things davey?"
"Remember Sir. I'm with teenagers all day. Some of it rubs off."
So as Harris spouted into davey and davey followed soon after, in the embrace of the after glow, davey said "I WAS serious about that date Sir. I found a restaurant in town I want you to see. It's dressy, so... can a lamb growl? I'm thinking of what you'll look like when we go out. "
"Well, ok. You've told Carla?" "Yes sir. Of course." "Well, I'll tell you what, davey. Travis and I did a major shopping spree yesterday. How's about you pick what you want me to wear? " He smiled. "I could get into that." Davey smiled. "REALLY SIR? REALLY?" "Of course. I've not been on a date with you since Ice cream night, so, why don't you pick? For both of us? I know what I'd pick for you, so surprise me."
"And Sir, please don't stop calling me davey boi. I LOVE thinking of myself as your boy. Only yours." Davey came over to hug Harris. He whispered "you always smell so good before a shower, Sir. That's one of the reasons I hate getting out of bed." Harris smiled at him. "Are you taking a pill or something? You seem to be exceptionally, shall we say, "aroused" today?
"It's you Sir. It's you. That apology. OH, I didn't expect that. I didn't. And I just LOVE YOU SO MUCH".
After they had cleaned up and gone to have breakfast, Jason made a rare appearance. He spoke to Richard
"Sir, may I see you in private for a minute?" Jason's expressions never changed, so there was no way of knowing what this was about.
"Yes, of course. " He turned "I'll be back. Please start without me."
He went to the library with Jason, and the man was blushing. "Jason, I am totally flummoxed. Is there something wrong?"
"No Sir. Everything is right. I wasn't sure who was the right one to tell first: you or davey, because davey was the inspiration, but I've known you so long, and I'm going to ask you to do a favor for me, so... " He paused. "Sarah's pregnant, Sir."
Richard paused for a minute, then he put it together. Davey.. the inspiration. Sarah had been artificially inseminated. He paused, and smiled. He got up and hugged Jason.
"JASON. CONGRATULATIONS. This is so exciting. When did you find out." Jason seemed near tears. "Yesterday Sir. It was the third try and.... it worked. " "Well Jason, this is WONDERFUL NEWS. What can we do to make this celebratory?"
"Let's discuss that later Sir. But for now... the favor... would you do the honor of being our child's godfather?" Richard's answer was, of course, yes. He had to pause to get his composure. "Jason, I'm flattered. OF COURSE I'll be the godfather. OH MY . I thought that I was going to grow old in this house alone, and now I see, it's going to be filled with children. I have two questions. Who is going to be godmother, and ... how do you want to tell the house? Shall we have a celebration dinner?"
"Well, Sir, I'll leave the celebratory dinner plans to you and Carla - and I'm asking Carla to be the child's godmother. She's been so important to this." He paused. "Sarah went to her, you know, to see what she thought. "
"Jason, I'm... I'm overwhelmed. Do you want me to tell davey?"
"If it's alright with you Sir, I'd like to tell him. Maybe this morning, after you've gone to breakfast."
Richard smiled. "Now the day is going to be more than doubly happy. Davey asked me out on a date, and now this... OH, I don't know if my heart can take it. I'll send davey in."
Harris left the library, put his hands on davey's shoulder, and kissed the top of his head. "davey, would you go into the library, and chat with Jason? He has something to tell you."
"Of course Sir. Is everything ok?" "Everything is wonderful. Just go and talk to him."
Carla was walking around, not really concealing her smile. Meanwhile, if Jason had planned to keep it a secret, telling davey was a mistake. Harris hadn't heard him yell like that since the track meet.
"I guess we all know now, Richard," Carla smiled. Richard looked at her. "You knew." She said nothing but turned back to the stove.
Davey came out energized and smiling. "I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS. I INSPIRED AN ADULT . ME! DAVEY BOY INSPIRED AN ADULT LIKE JASON."
The boys, and Sam were looking puzzled, and then Jason walked out. "Well, I guess there really aren't any secrets in this house." Paul and Mike looked at each other in secret agreement. Jason told them all what was happening.
"Well, I think we need to have a celebratory dinner for this. Carla, who should we have cook it?" She gave him a look that would've curdled cream. "You have a chance to withdraw that question, before I put you on no dessert for the next three years."
"NO CARLA NO." Davey blurted out. "DON'T MAKE HIM LOSE HIS BELLY" , which made Harris, who probably blushed less than Jason, break out in red, and the boys laugh so hard they couldn't hold it.
I wanted to give you a night off, but I guess.. Oh well. Davey, where are we going tonight?" He looked at the table, as he held davey's hand. "Someone very handsome asked me out on a date tonight, and I've accepted. So you'll have to make due without us tonight."
"The place is called Garbure, Sir. I think that it's the perfect place for your idea. "
"Garbure? Named after the soup?" "Oh, is that the origin Sir? I should have known you'd know that. Yes, it's at..." and he gave the address. It was in a sketchy part of town.
"Richard," Sam looked up. "Let me drive the two of you to the restaurant, and call me when you're done. I don't like the idea of you parking a car in that neighborhood ."
"Hmmm. Maybe we can lead to some urban renovation. I don't know that place. Let's try it. "
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Davey had made a reservation for 7, so they began getting ready for dinner at about 6. Sam told them it would take about 20-30 minutes to drive to the place.
While Richard was showering, davey went through all of the new clothes that Travis and Richard had bought together. He picked out a buttondown shirt that was light blue, with a large windowpane pattern . The panes were made by a very light pink vertical strip going through the shirt. Then some gray pants. He liked when Harris' pants were looser - he could imagine what was in them instead of seeing them - and a classic blue blazer.
"I think you're going to look so handsome in this Sir," davey said as Richard came out of the shower. Richard smiled at the choices, and then toweled off, and got dressed.
"Well? Is the date still on?" Harris smiled. Davey came over, and hugged him. "OH GOD SIR. I almost don't want to go to dinner. You look SO GOOD. GOD. Maybe I need to handcuff YOU so you don't get away." Harris smiled. "We haven't looked at that. Who knows? Your turn. I'll meet you in the living room."
Davey had his outfit planned. He wanted Richard to shine tonight. He brushed out his curly hair, and pulled on a close fitting white shirt, no buttondown, and a pair of snug light colored pants which he knew Harris favored. He put on a necktie - he had gone shopping at a second hand shop with Mike and Paul earlier in the week. He had paid all of 2.00 for it, and he smiled because he had "plans" for that necktie. Then he put on his jacket.
"I'm ready Sir." He came out, smiling. And then, flirt that he was, davey put his hands behind his back and pushed his chest forward. "Like what you see, Sir?"
Harris smiled. He tried to hide his excitement, but even in his loose fitting pants, he began to tent. If you listened closely, you could hear the growl.
"I think I better get a necktie just in case. Come help me pick one davey." . As they disappeared into the bedroom, Paul turned to Mike and whispered. "Yeah, right." Indeed, in the bedroom, Harris held davey's hands behind his back and kissed him, as he locked eyes. "A necktie... Should I be wearing one, you sexy man?" He kissed davey's lips again, and moved his scruff to davey's ear. Davey purred.
"No sir. I like seeing the hair stand out on your chest... " He paused. "And who knows what we'll use the necktie for later." He met Harris lips, and opened his mouth so he could slip his tongue into his mouth. "
"Gentlemen, we're going to be late," they heard Sam from the living room. Harris chuckled. "It's true. I hope the necktie wasn't expensive."
As they walked out, holding hands, with Carla calling to them, have a good time, they left. Mike was staring. "They look so good dressed up." Paul turned to him. "How come you never dress up for me." Mike looked at him. "You don't let me. I'm lucky to get clothes on before you attack me."
Paul paused. "Go get dressed up now. " Mike laughed. The thought was making him excited. He put on a good shirt and pants, and a necktie, and called to Paul. Paul came on, took one look, and said "Put your hands behind your back mike." Mike did what he was told.
"Now get on your knees." Again, he did what Paul told him. As he was getting to the floor, Paul opened his zipper, and his young cock came out. "SUCK IT."
Paul's plan was to get lubricated, so he could fuck Mike. Teenagers! He was so eager that, in less than 2 minutes, Paul began shooting. Mike looked at him smiling.
"Take off that necktie. " When he did, Paul tied Mike's wrists, and then put him down on the bed. He pulled off Mike's shoes, and made a gag out of his socks. Then he gagged him. Mike knew what was coming. Paul had become obsessed with his feet, and he laughed so hard when Paul tickled them, he had to be gagged.
"If I could find another necktie, I'd get your ankles too, big boy, but ..." Paul's wrestler arm held Mike's ankles in their crook, and he got to work. Mike couldn't help it, and began laughing hysterically. Paul showed him no mercy. He was planning on tickling Mike, until he was ready to fuck him. It didn't take long - maybe 20 minutes.
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As Paul was getting ready to fuck Mike, Harris and davey were sitting down at the restaurant. It WAS in a less than pristine part of town, and the restuarant itself had seen better days physically. It sat, maybe, 30 people. EVERY seat was taken. There was no menu.
"Sir, there's no choices here. It's a five course meal, and we can drink if we want. I've ordered glasses of champagne to start. "
The waiter came over "Good evening gentlemen. I don't recognize you, so I hope your first time is a pleasure. Let me tell you what you may eat tonight." The young waiter repeated a list of dishes, and Richard smiled . "Your chef is a southwestern Frenchman."
"Our chef and my father Sir. I've worked with him since I was 17.
Eight years. Perhaps I can show you a wine list?"
"Sir, you know wine better than I do. Please choose." Richard smiled. "I'd like to trust this young man. We'll drink what you'd drink with this menu."
After he left, davey took each of Richard's hands. "Sir, I wanted to do this for a few reasons. First, I truly, TRULY am sorry if I hurt you, or made you angry with what happened in and after the clothing store. I heard Paul say this once ' I let my crotch rule my head,' and I shouldn't. I won't do it again." He paused. "But Sir, " and he squeezed Richard's hands. "I REALLY want to meet more gay people. Can we do something like that?"
Richard squeezed hands back. "No, there's no need for you to apologize davey. I overreacted. How do I put this? I love you SO much that I don't want to share you with anyone. ANYONE. And the thought that someone else was getting you, made me angry. And I shouldn't have gotten angry at you. But I agree with you: we should meet more people. And I had an idea. It's the kids' chance to pick what we do this weekend, I'll ask them to pick something on the gay end of things. "
And speaking of the gay end of things, while Richard and davey were enjoying their dinner, Paul had recovered, and had just flipped Mike on his back. It was a rare day that they did not have sex at least twice, or three times, and this was no exception. It seemed, however, that Paul had a bit of a clothing fetish, and seeing Mike dressed up had aroused him well beyond normal. He had Mike's long legs folded over his shoulders, as his short, but thick young cock began to push into Mike. Mike felt it too . He had grown used to a certain "feel" from Paul being inside of him, but today was different. It felt better, more complete, more... thorough. Mike didn't moan when he was getting fucked: he whined, almost like an equine animal. When his mother pimped him out in Poland, his clients used to call him "the little pony" because of that sound. Paul had other words for him, as he slid, back and forth.
The boys didn't use condoms. Both davey and Richard had left them out for them, and Paul wanted to use them. Mike, however, insisted that they not. His thinking was that , since he had been used by so many men in Poland, if he was still healthy, there was not going to be a risk with this one man, since he didn't stray from the relationship with Paul. The pounding Mike was getting was the best one he had gotten since they started. He was trying to focus, completely, on Paul, but every now and then, his thoughts strayed to Richard, and a bit of wondering of how it would feel if Richard were inside of him. He bit his lip, when he was going to yell "FUCK ME DADDY." He bit it so hard, he bled just a little.
The dinner at Garbure had been wonderful. Now, as they were having coffee and chocolates, Harris looked at davey : "take off your tie, davey. Give it to me. I want to see your tattoo."
Davey gulped the coffee in his mouth. "Yes sir." He tried not to smile, knowing that he was going to get exactly what he wanted. He opened two buttons on his shirt. He saw Harris show his teeth. "I hope Sam can drive fast tonight."
Davey settled the bill and Richard called over the young man who had taken care of them that night. "My apologies. I did not ask for you name. I'm Richard Harris." He pulled out his card. The young man looked at it.
"Mon dieu. You own Sasha's. " Richard laughed. "Well, for now. Let's let it be a secret. I'm planning to sell the place." "OH. Are you leaving the business Monsieur?" Richard laughed "Hopefully not, but I'm looking to open a smaller place. Very much like this." The young man was not slow. He grinned. "My name is Peter, Monsieur Harris. If my father were not busy with the kitchen, I would bring him out to greet you; however, I will let him know that you and Mr. Cannon graced us tonight. I'm sure he will call you."
"Tres bien," was Richard's response. "Peter, do you speak French?" "I do Monsieur. Mon pere insisted." Harris laughed. "Good for your dad. We have a son at home who speaks French fairly fluently, and one who is learning. Perhaps when your father and I speak it will be in French." "I will be there monsieur. I suspect you will be talking about more than garbure, and my father is, unfortunately, not as good with business as he is with food."
"Then I will look forward to seeing you again, Peter. Until then, a bientot. Davey, , shall we?" "Yes Sir." Peter shook both of his hands, then davey put his behind his back as they walked out. Harris had his arm draped around davey's shoulders. "Davey, that was a wonderful meal and a wonderful find. Thank you." He kissed him as they left the restaurant. "Sir, if I may, the way you brought up the business end... It was wonderful and, to be honest, somewhat sexy."
Harris laughed. "You're just horny. I'll take care of that soon."
For the ride home, Harris get his hand firmly on davey's crotch. He wanted to kiss him, and while Sam would never have minded, he did not want to make him uncomfortable.
"Sam, I think we may have found the new restaurant."
"Richard, from outside, it seemed like it would appeal to you. I will be interested in seeing how this progresses."
He gave davey a look. He saw how davey smiled at the word "progresses."
Back at home, everyone had gone to bed. Harris smiled because he could hear Paul snoring. "I wish you gentlemen good night. I'm going to join Carla"
"Thank you again Sam. Your driving made a perfect evening even better."
Davey had been taking off his jacket, and rolling up his sleeves as Harris and Sam talked. When Harris turned back around, there he was, hands behind his back, chest pointed out. Harris pulled out the necktie, stepped behind davey and roped him. He covered davey's mouth with his hand. He whispered into his ear "no one is going to hear you handsome. No one is going to hear you as I give you what you need."
"MMMMPH " came out of davey: a gagged version of "yes sir." Harris gently pushed him into the bedroom, then on his side on the bed. Without opening more buttons, he began playing with davey's nipples through his shirt.
"I hope that you found my appearance tonight satisfactory sweetie. You looked so fuckable all night, I wanted to bend you over the table and take you in between courses."
As davey began to moan from the nip work, he got out "I would have let you sir. I'm SO hard. I've been torn between wanting you dressed, and naked, all night.
Harris laughed. "Well, I think I have a solution to that handsome... I'll open this.. but I won't take it off.
"OH YES SIR. But take me on my back. PLEASE. I wanna see you. I wanna see my beautiful handsome wolf top."
"are your hands hurting you? we have other restraints"
"Sir, if I have a choice, I'd rather you held me down. I LOVE the feel of you on my wrists. And Sir, please don't just fuck me. Make love to me tonight. PLEASE.
Harris undid the necktie bond, and then stretched davey's arms out. He held them down as he gently lowered himself onto davey and kissed his lips. Then his neck. Then both nipples. He moved his mouth up to davey's ear, and whispered. "I am the luckiest man in the world," before he nibbled davey's earlobe, which excited davey so much that he pushed against the restraints."
"AH. Feistiness? " "NO Sir. Just excitement. " "I'm going to show you excitement handsome," Harris opened his zipper. It seemed that all the top men were especially vigorous that night, Davey had seen Harris' cock so many times, that it was a true shock to see how engorged, and how long it was.
"I'm not sure I can take that, Sir." Harris laughed. "We're gonna find out.." He opened davey's shirt, and before going to his pants, kissed his belly, his ribs, his navel. He blew a raspberry into davey's navel, because he knew how sensitive it was.
"OH GOD SIR. You're gonna make me faint, I'm so worked up."
"SHHHH. There are people sleeping. Do I have to gag you?"
"With your tongue Sir. Please. I need your tongue. That'll calm me down"
Richard moved in. Perhaps it was the French food, but his kissing , at least to davey, was truly inspired that night. At a break, davey gasped "I'm ready Sir. Take me. Please. FUCK ME with that big cock."
Mindful of the size, Harris reached for lubricant, which they almost never used, other than davey's saliva. He pulled down davey's slacks.
"Now, if it's too much, tell me. " He grinned "No guarantee I'll stop, but I'll want to know." He begin sliding in. Davey gasped. It WAS a lot tonight, and he worked at relaxing. He thought about all the good times that they had spent together, and how many more there would be. He ABSOLUTELY LOVED this man.
"More Sir. More. Please." Harris slid in, and then all of him was in davey.
"OH GOD SIR. It's like taking a sex toy."
A laugh from Harris "Since when do you use sex toys?"
"I'll never tell Sir."
"Well, I'm going to make sure you don't need them." He pushed in , deep, trying to make a slight corkscrew turn as he plowed davey. Davey was sweating as Harris dropped down and kissed him. He had NEVER been fucked like this before, and he liked it.
"You're so handsome SIR. So handsome. Please, please... can I dress you every day?"
"Of course. If I can kiss you every day."
"OH GOD SIR. I'm gonna cum. Before you. OH SHIT. OH SHIT..." davey exploded in a gusher of jizz, so violent some of it got Harris' facial hair. They both laughed at that, and then Harris unleashed into davey. It seemed he wasn't going to stop.
When they finished, and Harris was laying next to davey, he smiled. "I guess we'll never know who came more, but those were ... ERUPTIONS."
"Vesuvius and Etna Sir. Can we see them both?"
"We will davey. I just hope you won't be disappointed."
"I'll be with you Sir. Disappointment is not an option. I'm sleepy. Hold me please. Hold me tight."
Harris was still awake as his husband, smiling, nodded off. Garbure might very well be the place he was looking for. It needed more consideration.