North Meets South

Story: North Meets South: When World's Collide

Chapter: 7 The Wedding

Author: Eric McQueen (mcqueen.richarderic@gmail.com)

Mature Readers only due to sexual situations and graphic sexual content

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Tony and Mitch have a wedding and find out more about some family members. Not bad things, but surprising. They take off for the first part of their honeymoon!

The Wedding

As time was getting close, there were things that needed to be done. Like me making sure I had everything I needed to be married in proper Scottish attire. Tony looked at the things on the bed.

"Okay, you're wearing all this."

I chuckled. "I am. I'm descended from Highlanders, I have to."

Tony nodded. "And all this is...." He looked. "What?"

I held my dress sporran. It was an ornate leather pouch. "Do you see any pockets?" I asked. "This is basically a purse. Essentially, we invented the beginnings of the fanny pack." I grinned at his nod. "Worn around the waist over my tartan. There's the kilt pin." I held the pin I would wear on the kilt. "There are many reasons circulating, but..." I shrugged. "It's a part of Highland dress, but they keep the apron and the kilt together." I then moved to the knife. "This is the black knife, or Sgian Dubh, which is the proper name. It's originally for self-defense and worn in my sock." I grinned. "I won't be defending myself from you. There are others I might need to as pissed off some of my family is about this..." I shrugged.

"There's a design on it."

I nodded. "That's the McKenzie Family Crest. I could have it encrusted in jewels, it is more ornamental, but we've got more to spend money on."

"You hired pipers. He'll be playing as we proceed to the altar."

I nodded at Tony. "Is there nothing you'd prefer played? Maybe something Italian?"

Tony smiled. "At the reception, but not for the wedding. Of course, we have to have La Tarantella." Then he touched my tartan. "What are you wearing under this?" He gave a leering grin at me.

I grinned back. "You'll find out when we change to leave for the honeymoon."

He looked surprised. "You're not wearing it on the plane?"

I shook my head. "I wasn't planning to. Do you want me to?"

He chuckled bringing me into a kiss. "As long as I get you out of it. I'm fine."

I smiled. "You can get me in it as well."

He came closer putting his arms around me. "I may have to. You will look very inviting in this. I can just see it."

I nodded. "Just watch out for mirrors."

He looked surprised. "Mirrors?"

I held my hand down, showing how a hand mirror could be used to see what's under my kilt.

He smiled and nodded. "Oh, I see."

"Only you are allowed to see!"

I think it was because Alan was, well he'd never admit it, in love with me. At least in love with my life. He was very generous with the time, even giving me a few days before I was to go on my honeymoon extra time off. We'd arrive in Asheville Wednesday night to finalize what needed to happen.

We drove to Asheville; Nick would take the car back to Charleston. He was staying at the condo while we were gone. We almost needed another car or truck to carry the luggage! Tony brought half his closet. At least I thought so. He was so gay!

We got to the house I was raised in that evening, greeted by both my parents at the front door.

"Hello, boys," Mom greeted hugging us each. "We're only three days away. How are you feeling?" She invited us in, smiling.

I chuckled, "I'd be lying if I said I was feeling like it was no big deal."

Dad chuckled. "That's because it is a big deal," He grinned at Nick. "How are they really?"

Nick smiled. "They're nervous. Don't let them fool you. How many times did you check the luggage, Dad?"

Tony frowned. "I don't know, but I had to be sure we had everything."

"This will be a great trip for you two. Your first stop is Edinburgh, right?" Dad asked.

Tony chuckled scratching his ear. "Well, the first night is in New York. We fly out on Sunday, but yes, we arrive in Edinburgh Sunday night or early Monday morning."

"We'll spend about a week seeing Scotland, the home of the McKenzie Clan, I read the McKenzies came from the Ross-shire. That's not what I understood...."

Dad nodded sadly. "A lot of things were lost. You can share what you find when you get back."

"Then we fly to Rome and see Italy." Tony smiled. "See where the Delveccios sprung from."

"If you're hungry, there's food in the kitchen," Mom said. "Do you know where the guest room is, Nick?"

Nick smiled. "The one without the trophies."

Mom nodded and pulled me aside. "You Aunt Mary sends her apologies. She..." she smiled, "...says she forgot."

I nodded with a smile. "She forgot to send the RSVP, so I wasn't counting on her." I shrugged. "I'm fine."

Mom shook her head with a smile. "She just can't let go for being outshined by you."

The next day was fine. I wasn't anxious at all. I had relatives on Dad's side coming on Friday. The same for the Delveccios. We were having a dinner that Friday night that was supposed to be the rehearsal dinner. We knew what we had to do. We spent time with my grandparents most of the day and fielding calls from the Inn and florist as there was a need. Gilbert assured our cake was arriving the next day, with Gilbert.

Tony came from the hall bathroom after doing his evening preparations for bed. I was reading a book on what to do in Scotland. Yeah, I was excited to be going. He smiled at me, took the book from me, noted what page I was on, then tossed it aside. Then sat on the edge of the bed beside me.

"I was reading that," I grinned.

He nodded. "I know. That's rude."

"How is that rude?"

"You're husband-to- be comes in and you read?" He shook his head. "I don't think so." His hand came under the covers, searched for where I was, his hand coming under my pajama bottoms fondling me softly as he kissed me. He lifted an arm. "Here, sniff."

I grinned at him. "Why would I do that?"

He shrugged. "To make sure I'm still putting out pheromones. Am I?"

I leaned in, running my nose in his armpit. "A little." I grinned, then pushed him back. "You know where I need to sniff to check."

He grinned. "Feel free."

I looked down as he continued to fondle me. "You certainly are."

He chuckled. "Just confirming what I know will be under the kilt. Your equipment works." Then he shrugged. "I hope you return the favor."

I began slowly kissing him back, loving the fresh mint taste of his just brushed teeth. "I'm so glad you didn't let me sit in that pew."

He chuckled. "I got you to sit next to me. Now you're marrying me. I'd say it was a very good idea." Then his voice lowered, and he looked at me seriously. "Make love to me."

I grinned. "I always do."

Then Friday morning came. We had a suite at the Inn, deciding it was easier if we stayed there the night before. Our many, many relatives were coming, that way we didn't have to worry about missing anyone. Though I wasn't a big drinker, there were others that didn't need to be driving afterward. We checked in when I heard it.

"Uncle Tony! Uncle Mitch!" Melissa came rushing toward us. Her parents and brother left behind at the entrance as they came in more leisurely. Melissa did her usual body slam.

"It's a good thing she loves us," Tony muttered to me as he was being hugged in her usual enthusiasm.

"I agree." I chuckled.

Then Tony's sister caught up with her daughter and hugged us as well. "You two look relaxed. Why do you look relaxed? You're getting married tomorrow!"

Tony grinned as Al and David walked up. "I don't know, maybe because we've been married about a year already?"

"This is a wedding!" Melissa said excitedly. "It's beautiful here!" She said looking at the hotel. Then looked outside. "That's a big house." She pointed to the massive structure, though it was far off, it still loomed.

"That's part of why it became famous." I nodded.

"Mitch!" I heard a familiar voice and saw David and Sherry come in. Sherry rushed over and hugged me. Then it began. Relatives began arriving from that moment on. There were at least a hundred from both the Delveccio side and the McKenzie side. Then Erin walked in...sort of. She waddled. She was pregnant, remember? She looked tired but happy. Marcus her husband looked tired, too. I guess being an expectant father is exhausting as well. Then friends arrived. Reverend Pat and Reverend Terry arrived.

Michael had just married the weekend before, so I knew he wouldn't be here. David just looked lost. I went over as we were gathering before the rehearsal.

"I can't imagine what you're going through," I said to David as he was contemplating.

He looked up suddenly at being addressed and smiled. "What?"

"Michael is your brother, I know, but he was your twin." I said quietly. "And everyone knows you two were friends. Best friends."

That's when David nodded sadly. "How can I be jealous of her? She's now his wife!"

I shrugged. "How can you not be? She took a major part of you away."

David snickered. "Yes, she did." Then he shrugged. "At least she can have sex with him."

I frowned. "It's not about that. You know it. She became the most important part of Michael. Putting you second."

"Don't remind me" David groused, "But it's what he wants."

"Is there no one you're interested in?"

He shrugged. "Not really."

I shrugged. "There will be someone. I know it."

He grinned. "I saw the nephew of yours." He smiled a little evilly. "Drew? He's a good looking guy."

My mouth dropped open. "No way!" I yelped. "You're not...you never said..."

He chuckled. "Oh, and you did?" He shook his head. "I've been with a few people, and there were two guys. Apparently, the apples stay in the orchard, forget fall from the tree." He grinned. "I'm not saying I'm gay or bisexual, but if I found a great guy like Tony, he'd turn my head. Who knows, this could be the beginning of another McKenzie Delveccio union." His eyebrows waggled. "Drew is a Delveccio and Italian."

"And French," I said, still in a little shock. "His mother is a Delveccio, his father is French-Canadian."

"Ooo la la." David grinned. "Even better."

"He may not be receptive!"

"We'll never know until I talk to him," David patted me on the arm and walked toward Drew.

I walked almost speechless to Tony. He smiled at me, then he looked a little concerned. Apparently, something showed on my face he didn't like. "Is something wrong?"

"David's been with guys," I said in amazement.

Tony was just as surprised for a mere second, then grinned. "So have I, so have you. And?"

I pointed to David and Drew as Drew was now laughing at something David said.

Tony's smile faded a little. "Oh."

I shook my head. "Not that I care except I was just surprised."

Tony then smiled. "Well, Drew's a great catch. David's a good one, too." Then he turned his head as if looking in a different angle would help him see better. "I don't know if Drew's ever....has been with a guy."

"I didn't know David had," I looked again at my cousin with my new nephew.

"Maybe that's the way of human evolution. We stop thinking of gender as being the deciding factor. It's the person that can attract." He shrugged.

I grinned. "Maybe." Then I frowned at Tony. "Are you saying David's more evolved than I am?"

Tony grinned back. "Maybe."

I sighed. "My aunts and uncles back in Derby will blame me."

Tony shook his head putting his arms around me. "The ones here won't. Didn't you say Gary came to you at ten, you were eight? I'd say if anyone were to blame, it would be him. But we know no one can make us gay."

Then Kathleen and Angelo arrived. My parents also came a few minutes later. We introduced one side of our family to the other.

Southerners, meet the family from North of the Mason Dixie Line.

Now that a lot of our family was here, we began to rehearse. Our ceremony was going to be a little different. There was no bride to come down the aisle. We were meeting from opposite sides in front of both Rev. Pat and Rev. Terry. There we would exchange vows and rings. Then the two of us would go down the aisle together when we left. There were three pipers coming, one drummer. They had sent me some CDs of the songs which I chose. There was a song to play when we came in and a recessional. I remember grinning at Tony as he heard a few of them, he wasn't that happy about it. A couple of months prior we listened to some selections.

I shrugged. "I guess it's the Scottish blood in me that gets stirred when I hear it." I chuckled. "It just....does something to me. I can't explain it. It touches my soul!" There were two songs we agreed on. The one to bring us together and then walk out. The one to walk out I'd heard many times at the Highland Games when we marched. Tony and I were beginning quite a game, so it was fitting. "You have a little Gaelic blood in you, doesn't it touch that even a little?"

He sighed. "Marriage is a compromise. You learned Italian and dance the Tarantella, that's way more than I've done, so what we chose is fine."

"You've done a lot, Tony." I looked a little worried. "If you don't like it, we don't have to have it."

Tony smiled. "Of course, we do." Then he kissed me. "You are Scottish. You said it yourself, the music touches your soul, it's in. I'm marrying a Scotsman. It's who you are." Then he shrugged and gave an evil grin. "Besides, we paid for them to do it, we can't back out."

"That's frugal, are you sure your grandmother wasn't Scottish? They are known for that."

We stood to know where we were to stand and when to get there in the nicely decorated garden area. It was clear skies forecast for the next day. White chairs were set out and people sat as we rehearsed. The flower were being delivered tomorrow. Flowers, I didn't care about those, but Tony thought it was necessary. We hadn't really planned other than we wanted a little of our two faiths involved.

"Are there best men?" Terry asked.

We had cousins, nephews, and brothers-in-law standing up for us as witnesses just in dress clothes. Al, Mike, Drew, Davids (both Tony's nephew and my cousin are named David).

I realized we hadn't chosen one, for either of us. "There are many we could ask, but we never...."

"I'll stand up for Mitch." My father's voice came up. I turned, now I was stunned. Dad shrugged. "I am his father." Then he laughed lightly. "Can I suggest something?"

Both Tony and I nodded. We were both surprised.

"Having officiated at a few weddings in the past...." To which Mom laughed at that. "I believe there's a part where you ask if anyone gives this..." he grinned. "...person to be wed. I'd like to do this."

"So, I guess I'll stand up for Tony," Angelo said having sat with my parents. "I'm Tony's father." Then he looked at my father. "Good thing I packed my black suit."

Dad chuckled. "I've got a dozen of them, no problem if you didn't."

Then Rev. Pat brightened. "And may I add something?"

We both nodded.

"Why not stand up for each of the other?" She suggested. "If you agree, why not have Mr. and Mrs. McKenzie stand as..." she laughed, "...as this is not a regular ceremony. Best Men and Maids of Honor are no being used....why not a set of Best Parents? Mr. and Mrs. McKenzie for Tony and Mr. and Mrs. Delveccio for Mitch?"

Terry smiled at Rev. Pat. "I think that would be very, very appropriate."

"That's a great idea." Mom said standing beside my father proudly.

"I think Tony is a great addition to our family," Dad said confidently.

"As Mitch has been for ours," Kathleen said standing by Angelo. "My baby is marrying someone he loves, I should be included, too."

Rev. Pat shrugged. "Any objections?"

"I think that's a wonderful idea," Tony said taking my hand.

Rev. Pat nodded. "Then take your places by your future sons. When I ask who gives these men, that's when you say..."

"Their mothers and we do," Dad said, he literally has done many weddings as a preacher. He knew the traditional ceremony by heart.

Terry grinned at me. "Then you will go to their sides." She pointed to Tony's and my side. Terry nodded as they went to where they were to stand. "That's right." She smiled at Dad, then to me noting I was still looking flabbergasted.

Dad walked over to me smiling, putting those fatherly hands on my arm. "You're marrying someone you love. I was wrong in the past. This may help make up for what I did. I'm not only saying I accept what you're doing. I wholeheartedly approve of your choice."

Okay, the waterworks were starting. I saw my vision blur. He shocked me! It was enough that he even came, but to give me away!? I never dreamed of asking. I looked over as Tony grinned at me. Angelo had been wary at first hearing about me and Tony, but he never turned his back on Tony in the first place.

That's when the blast of a bagpipe echoed in the garden area where we were getting married. "Sorry." The man we hired as one of the pipers said. Bagpipes had to be inflated with the piper's air. Then he uses his arms to force the air through to make the sounds. He had been testing his.

Melissa looked back at the piper. "This is so cool!!" She smiled at her mother. "A real Scottish wedding!!"

"Almost." Kathy nodded. "A few Italian things in it. It's both."

Then we had our dinner afterward. I was thrilled to see our two worlds were seeming to merge just fine. Both sides of our family were getting to know the other and getting along! They were having a good time. Though I admit to watching David, my cousin, getting along very well with Drew.

Tony chuckled as he looked at me as I watched my cousin and nephew. "If they do anything, does it bother you?"

I realized I was being stupid. "No, but I just..." then I sighed. "You're right. They're both adults. If they do, fine. If they don't, fine. They seem to becoming friends at least. David's always been a favorite cousin. And Michael. I'm just being protective."

"That's not a bad thing to be protective. Drew's a good guy, he'd never hurt David." He smiled. "Would David hurt Drew?"

"Never," I said instantly without thought.

"Then we're good." Tony smiled. "It's great your father has come around."

"I know!" I marveled. "I couldn't believe it. He's actually going to give me away! And Mom."

Tony shrugged a smile. "He loves you."

Then it was getting late. We were about to leave the banquet hall when both Tony and I were stopped. Drew, Al, and Mike were holding Tony back. My cousin David was holding me back.

"Oh, no," David said to me. "You don't see each other until you're both at the altar for the wedding."

"That's right," Al said.

"Those are the rules," David said simply.

Tony frowned. "What is it about your family and all these damned rules?" He waved to me for his brothers and nephew to see he wanted me. "We're married already!!"

"You can spend one night apart," Mike said smiling hauling Tony off in a direction.

"At least we have the suite," David said leading me off in the other direction. He shrugged. "We shared a bed many, many times over the years. One night without Tony won't kill you."

I smirked at my cousin. "It might kill you." Then I realized, I could ask David about Drew and those two other guys. "So, how are things with Drew?"

David laughed. "You mean, am I going to get lucky?" He shrugged. "Maybe not this trip, but maybe when I go to Montreal....who knows?"

I stopped at the suite door. "You're going to Montreal? When?"

David smirked. "We're going to the beach. Right after this. We'll go to Montreal... he's on break from school and I'm still looking for work, but enjoying the summer. So..."

"But he's...." what word do I use, "...open to....whatever?"

"You're as bad as Uncle Richard and Dad!" David laughed. "Would he have sex with me?" He shrugged. "We'll find out. He's a nice guy. If it happens, it happens."

"Fine." I stopped him. "Have you ever been penetrated? Or have you penetrated a guy?"

David smiled. "Yes."

"You said there were two guys."

"Actually, there were four." He looked a little hesitant. "One was just a jerk off session. Please don't freak out. The jerk off was with Michael and a buddy."

"What!?" I balked.

"We're twins!" David said loudly. "It was more like doing yourself. We were barely teenagers. We'd done other things all our lives. In the bathtub as kids." He chuckled nervously, "We touched each other's' wieners. Mostly because we didn't understand why they got hard when we were little. It felt good. We just didn't do it all the time. We were experimenting. It was more like masturbating when teenagers than jerking off. We both had another hand other than our own to jerk off." He shrugged.

"And you did it often?"

"From about twelve until we were about sixteen." David was uneasy now. "He's my brother, but he's my twin. The buddy didn't stay buddies long, but we still did it. Imagine, having someone so like yourself, but different in many ways. We'd seen each other naked all our lives. Is that perverse?"

I didn't know what to say. They were brothers, but there is always a connection between twins that often went beyond that family tie. "I don't know. It's ironic you asking me for moral advice. I am gay, remember?" Then I saw his concern in his eyes. "David, I know you. You're a good man. Michael's married now. If would be a problem if you two still did. It sounds like kids just being kids." Then I was concerned about Gary's involvement. "Did Gary start this with you two?"

David looked surprised. "Gary? Why?" Then he looked at me. "Why would he..." then he nodded as he put things together. "He did something to you, didn't he?" He nodded a confirmation I hadn't given.

"It was over fifteen years ago," I said dismissively. "How did you know he may have done something with me?"

"There's evidence of some others." David shrugged.

"My objection to what happened was how he treated me afterward."

David nodded. "There was another cousin, on Mom's side that said Gary touched him." David shrugged. "Now Gary doesn't come around much. I don't know who's in his life." He shook his head opening the suite door. "Michael found someone he loves. That's Shelly. He's told me of no other guys. I'm telling you things I never told anyone. Not anyone!" He stressed. "I trust you the most, your family I can really trust, and I don't like labels. I've been with three girls. It was very nice, but so were the two guys that were also very nice. Maybe I am bisexual. I came to determine that if I find someone, that's who I'll be with. The gender didn't matter."

Maybe Tony was right. David was more evolved than many, certainly me. This was a lot to take in. "Is it perverse? I don't know. I don't think so. You two shared space for so long, it might have just been because you're twins. I knew you two were extremely close, but I just figured it was because you were twins."

"Who says it's not?" David explained, "There's plenty of records on the Internet to say it's kind of normal. We are twins. We even have our own language."

There were things about twin psychology I didn't know. "I don't know. This is alien territory for me."

David nodded. "We never kissed or anything. I never wanted to fuck him or let him fuck me."

"You were the best man at his wedding," I said. "His marrying someone is okay?"

"Sure. We're not in love. We love each other, certainly, but how could I object? Shelly's a great girl." David nodded. "Of course, I was best man. I'm his twin. We were once the same cell! He is me and I am him."

I nodded. "This family really knows how to push the envelope on many issues."

"Would it surprise you to know Dad and Uncle Richard jerked each other off, too?"

That was way too much. "What!?"

"Two brothers, so close and never parting much...and friends? Who else would be let into the other's personal space? That's me and Michael. It was also Dad and Uncle Richard. They shared a bed for almost two decades." David nodded. "How we found out about Dad and Uncle Richard was when Dad caught Michael and me once. That's when he told us about him and Uncle Richard. They were just kids, trying to figure out how things worked. We know they're both straight." He smiled and hesitantly looked at me. "Are you okay?"

I shook my head. "No." I sat down on the bed.

"Maybe I shouldn't have told you." David sighed sitting beside me. "This is your wedding. Not some fraternity house talk about things like this."

I looked at my cousin. "It's just a shock, David." I smiled. "To find out my straight-laced father has some....well, let's just say, he saw himself as a knight, but now I see his armor is a little dinted and not so shiny." I sighed. Then I reached out and threw my arm over his shoulder. "Now, what am I going to do without Tony?" I grinned at him.

David's eyes grew. "Oh, no." He chuckled. "Don't even think about it. No way." He edged away a little.

I shrugged, "You've done it before..." You know I'd never cheat on Tony. Even with David! I kissed his temple. "Relax. I'm only kidding." Then I hugged him. "I love you, David."

He chuckled as he hugged me back. "I love you, too. You're my favorite cousin." Then he stopped, "And then there's Chuck and of course, Rhonda and Mary, Carl, Bruce, Connie..."

I laughed as he was counting on his fingers, "A plethora of cousin choices of...what's the count now? Sixty-three? Two are pregnant with more coming." I nodded. "At least I'm in the top ten, right?"

David nodded. "The very top." Then he got up. "Now, my luggage is in my room, so I'll have to wear my briefs to bed. Will that be too much for you?" He did a dancing wiggle and ran a hand over his chest and stomach.

I rolled my eyes. "I've seen it all already. Get undressed and let's get some sleep." Then I stopped. "You don't snore, do you? I can't remember."

"Oh, shut up." David shot back softly with a grin.

We were cousins and had known each other all our lives, but it was more. We were like brothers and the best of friends. That comfortable familiarity felt so good and we would always be close.

The morning arrived finally, now I was feeling....it's hard to describe. Tony and I were already married, but this ceremony was a big deal. We were telling everybody we were committing. Slow building Adrenaline? I was looking forward to a life with Tony. I looked at the ring he gave me the night he proposed.

"No, no," David said sitting up in bed as he watched me looking at the ring. "You're not having cold feet!" Then he chuckled. "Well, you did have cold feet last night, but not about marrying Tony!"

"No, I don't have cold feet," I groused. "I wouldn't have had real cold feet last night if I had Tony, but I didn't."

"Aw, did you need cuddling?" David asked in mock pitying voice.

"Don't we have somewhere to be?" I growled.

"The McKenzie breakfast," David nodded. "Normally, it's the Bride's Wedding Day Breakfast, but since you're the bride, we renamed it." Then he grinned. "Or is Tony the bride? I'm sort of confused about this whole thing."

"Get dressed," I said, then looked at his almost naked form in the bed. "That means you'll have to go get some clothes."

He chuckled. "That's not going to work if you're thinking what I believe you are." He said in a sing-song voice. "I have help on the way. He'll be here in a few minutes."

"Damn it," I said in a loud whisper throwing the covers off. "Tony's right, this family is way too dependent on damned rules. Who makes them up?"

"It's a tradition," David corrected, but still smiling. "I don't know who made it up, we all just do it. We're consistent at least."

There was a knock on the door. Going to it, I saw Mike, looking not as good as he usually does. People don't all look great when they wake up.

"No, and don't ask me," Mike said sternly. "You can't see Tony. I'm here to get his suit and shaving and shower things. He'll get dressed in our suite." He said pushing past me. "First, the Delveccio Breakfast. We're giving him that one. You have the McKenzie Breakfast."

I nodded and started to head over to our luggage to get Tony's things.

"No!" Mike said quickly, holding me back. "I'm to get it."

My eyebrows rose at that. "Why?"

"He doesn't want you to know something," Mike went to the luggage and got Tony's bag and one of the suitcases. "You could have told me Tony snores." He said mockingly indignant. Then he walked to the door and then stepped aside.

"This is Mitch McKenzie's room, isn't it?" I heard a voice I knew.

Mike motioned to me with a smile. "He's right there. I'm the future brother-in-law, Mike. Louise's husband." He stuck his hand out.

"I'm Mitch's cousin, Chuck." Chuck shook Mike's hand. "Does that make us cousins-in-law?"

"Something like that." Mike grinned. "Why not? In-laws for sure." Then he walked off to go back to Tony.

Chuck came in smiling widely. "So, ready to get married?"

"No, I'm canceling," I muttered. "Tony and I broke up."

"What!?" Chuck asked shocked.

"He's kidding," David reassured. "You know him. He never gives the answer when it's obvious what the answer is."

Chuck nodded chuckling. "Oh, yeah. I forgot." Then he was back to being his happy self. "Well, get dressed, we have to be in the banquet room in an hour! The McKenzies have booked and are paying for this."

I groaned and went into the bathroom. It didn't take long for me to shower and shave. Then I dressed in an outfit that had been purchased for the day just for this. Tony insisted that we each buy one for this reason.

I was escorted to the banquet room where I was surprised at all the cousins that came. A few aunts and uncles were there. Like I've said many times, I had a really big family. "Hi, everyone!"

"You haven't seen Tony today, have you?" Aunt Faye asked smiling.

"No," I said curtly.

"Good," Sherry said happily. "This will be a momentous occasion; we don't want any bad vibes."

"I'm sure I'm giving off a few myself right now," I said dourly.

"All because he can't see his precious Tony." David mockingly crooned as he came in dressed nicely and showered.

I frowned at David. "He is, damn it! We've not been apart in over a year!"

"Until now," Chuck smiled. "It was done to me and every guy married here. So, buck up."

The fact a good number of the McKenzies were here and showing support was the happiest moment I had yet. The wedding was next.

When I say this, it's a tough thing to understand. Time was playing with me. In many ways time just crept by. Then I was startled when it was time to dress for the wedding. Weird, isn't it? So, I took another shower. Then with all my clothes laid out, I got dressed. Dad arrived as I was doing that. Looking very much like the preacher he always was. He smiled at me as he hugged me.

"This will be a great day, son," Dad said smiling.

I nodded. "Thank you." There were so many things to thank him for, so a simple thank you would have to suffice.

"I said before. Tony's a good man, a wonderful person and I'm glad you've brought him in the family."

I nodded and took my tartan in the bathroom. "I'm doing this in here because no one's going to know what's under here." I held the tartan up. Then went to put it on and my shirt. Dad chuckled as the door shut.

The night without Tony had been....well....I missed him! Not realizing what a major part of my life he'd become, his absence was most definitely felt. But he'd be back in my life in an hour.

The socks, the shirt, the tartan on. Everything was finally on when I emerged from the bathroom. My two male cousins and step-son were talking with Dad.

Nick smiled at me. "You look great!" He grinned coming over. Then tried to lift the kilt, which I slapped his hand away. "Just curious." He defended.

"You'll live not knowing," I said simply. "How's your father?"

Nick nodded with a smile. "You'll be happy to know he's completely miserable without you. He's been an angry bear all night."

That did make me feel good. I smiled when I heard that. "Good."

Say what you will, but kilts were hot. In the Scottish Highlands that would be helpful, it was usually cold. These things are wool! If we'd had the wedding in Charleston, I would have melted by now.

Dad came over to me. "It's time."

Again, time was playing with me. I was ready, but equally surprised when it was time to do this. I nodded and Dad escorted me to the part of the garden we were coming in from, joined by an elegantly, formally dressed Mom. They were both escorting me to Tony. The garden seating area was full of people now. Family and friends were all here. Then the processional for the wedding party began. They were coming down the center aisle. My cousin, David, was leading my row of witnesses. Al was leading Tony's witnesses, side by side they walked up as the bagpipes played the music. The familiar swell in my heart as the bagpipes played. I could see the three pipers, dressed in general tartans used when no one's family was being displayed. Al and David, Mike, and Chuck. Parting at the altar to stand on the correct sides. Then the music stopped. There was a drumbeat dramatically, then the processional for the grooms began. This was magical! I had the arm of my father on one side, my mother on the other as we walked toward the center. Coming from the other side was Tony and his parents. He looked incredible! Wearing a black tuxedo that had been made for him. The single red rose on his lapel, hair done nicely. And he looked at me smiling as we met at the altar and the music stopped again.

Both Rev. Pat and Rev. Terry met and greeted the crowd. "Friends and family. We are gathered here to witness two souls that are committing their lives together. They do this in front of you to show you and the world that they are uniting in love." Rev. Pat said. "Let us pray." I didn't have to see Tony as he crossed himself, as did others that were there that were Catholic. "Blessed are you, O God of our ancestors and blessed too is your name forever. Let the heavens bless you forevermore and all the things you have made. It was you who created Adam, you who created a soul to be his help and support; and from these two the human race was born. It was you who said, "It is not good for the man to be alone; let us make him a partner."

Rev. Terry continued. "The fact that you have come here to be those witnesses is very important. Whether you view a joining like this as being wrong or right, you agree by coming to see this display of absolute love between these wonderful human beings. You're giving your support." Rev. Terry added. "So, I will begin. In the matter of Mitch McKenzie, who gives this man to commit to Tony Delveccio?"

"His mother and I do," Dad said loudly at my side.

"And who gives Tony Delveccio to commit to Mitch McKenzie?" Rev. Pat asked.

"His mother and I do," Angelo said equally loud.

"These parents are not only giving their sons to commit, agreeing with the wisdom of their decision, but also their approval." Rev. Pat said smiling. "They are also standing as Best Parents for their future sons." She said motioning for our parents to take their places. Mom and Dad next to Tony. Angelo and Kathleen next to me.

"The uniting of two souls is a very momentous moment in life. Before God, family, and friends, I will ask does anyone object to either of them committing to one another?" Rev. Terry asked.

That was a sore spot for both me and Tony. As everyone here knew why we were here and they were here, no one said a word.

"Then we have to ask. Do you, Anthony Michelangelo Delveccio take this man, Mitchell Richard McKenzie to be your best friend, lover and unwavering trust as your soul mate for life in matrimony?" Rev. Pat asked.

Tony looked at me smiling. "I do."

"And do you..." Rev. Terry asked, "...Mitchell Richard McKenzie take this man, Anthony Michelangelo Delveccio to be your best friend, lover and give you unwavering trust as your soul mate for life in matrimony?"

"I do," I answered.

"Join hands," Rev. Pat instructed. Which we did easily. "Mitchell, do you pledge before God, family, and friends here to take this man in matrimony, for richer, for poorer, for the good times and bad, in sickness and health, forsaking all others until death do you part?"

"Absolutely I do." I nodded, causing Tony to chuckle.

"A simple I do was all that's necessary," Tony muttered to me.

"Not enough," I shook my head.

"And do you, Anthony Michelangelo Delveccio, pledge before God, family, and friends to take this man, Mitchell Richard McKenzie in matrimony, for richer, for poorer, for the good times and bad, in sickness and health, forsaking all others until death do you part?" Rev. Terry asked.

Tony's eyes glistened. "Wholeheartedly, I do."

"Show off," I grinned.

Rev. Terry turned to David, my cousin. "Tony's ring?" David placed the ring in Terry's hand. "This will be a symbol of their commitment. A ring, no beginning, no end, inscribed with Mitch's name and the word forever inside." She handed it to me. "Take his left hand and repeat." Which I did. "With this ring, I pledge my life, love and unwavering trust to you."

Now I was shaking, but clearing my throat. "With this ring, I pledge my life, love and unwavering trust to you." And I slid in on his ring finger. Tony rubbed his hand over his face to get rid of a tear that came.

Rev. Pat turned to Al. "And Mitch's ring?"

Al put the ring in her hand.

"Also, in this ring, is Tony's name and the word forever inside. Now take Mitch's hand." Rev. Pat instructed. "Repeat after me. With this ring, I pledge my life, love and unwavering trust to you."

Tony had to blink, as I saw some more tears forming in his eyes. "With this ring, I pledge my life, love and unwavering trust to you."

I had moved my engagement ring to my right hand, so he slid the wedding ring on my left.

"Now they have words for each other," Rev. Pat said. "Tony." She nodded at Tony.

He had to clear his throat again. He looked directly in my eyes. "Mitch. What can I say? You met me when I was in a dark place. Not only because of what I've shared with you about what happened that day in Sepatember, but choices I made in life during the past, foolish ones that I should never have made. You saw me and since then, started to help me heal. You know me. You love me. You look at me with such love. You have consented to merge your life with mine, making it our life. I promise, when I wake up, you are the first thing on my mind. When I go to bed, you're the last thing on my mind. I love you. We'll be happy together, and I will do whatever it takes to make sure you're happy, every day for the rest of my life. I swear it."

Who doesn't cry at weddings? Tony and I both were almost bawling and had very wet faces.

"Now, Mitch." Terry nodded.

"Tony," I began, but it sort of broke up a little. I had to clear my throat again. "When I came in the church that day in April. Before I had even met you, I just saw you from the distance and deep inside, I knew...things were going to change with you. You've become part of me, a very important, powerful part, when not there, I can barely go on. My past is not without skeletons, but you found out what they were and didn't run away. The fact that you love me, I'm humbled a great human being, a soul that's so bright with good things, love, and compassion like you have, you said...you're the first thing I think of and see when I wake up. You're the last thing I think of or see at night. I love you. We will work to build our lives together and be happy. I won't promise to love you till we die. In the rings, we have forever written for a reason. I don't know what lies for us after death. I'm telling you; I will love you forever. What good will an afterlife be if we're not together? We have a connection I promise, we will always have that connection, unending, not even in death. We will be together forever."

Then Terry smiled. "While this marriage doesn't yet have the legal acceptance. We, Rev. Pat, and I tell you. What you have all just witnessed..."

Rev. Pat nodded. "For us, in our eyes. These two souls are married! You may kiss your new spouse."

Tony leaned in, and I caught the scent! I mean he was one huge walking pheromone! We were outside! The wind was light, but blowing away from me. It wasn't that it was strong, it just seemed....everywhere! From his head and as far down as I could detect, he was all that smell and the cologne he wore I loved, seemed to be everywhere! My eyes must have told him I was picking the scent up. He grinned.

"Surprise." Tony smiled. Then his lips touched mine in a gentle, loving, passionate kiss as everyone was now clapping, hooting, and making noises of approval.

"I adore you," I smiled at Tony, my hand coming up to allow my fingers in his hair.

"As I do you," Tony said quietly.

Then we turned to the crowd as they were standing, still clapping enthusiastically and that beginning note sounded on the bagpipes, the drum sounded and they played out recessional. Tony and I joined hands and led the way down the aisle. Followed by our parents and witnesses.

Then came some things that were important, but a little annoying. Photos. We were directed back to the garden, where photos of me with my parents, Tony with his parents, Tony and me with our parents, the whole wedding party...it seemed every possible shot was taken.

Then we were allowed to go to our own reception. Of course, we had to greet everyone. A line was formed and one by one each came to congratulate us. Alan, my boss was there, so was Gilbert and some friends of Tony's from New York, but then my teeth nearly fell out when I saw who was next. Jean was there!! Tony's ex-wife!! And she was happy!

"Jean!" Tony said surprised.

She nodded with a chuckle. "I'm Nick's plus one. Even though I was not necessarily invited."

Tony looked at me, then at her. "We didn't think..."

"Relax." Jean smiled. "I think this is wonderful. We have a past, Tony. We created a life together. I will always be the past. Think of this is my way of closing the book about you and me. We're both moving on." She took my hand. "Mitch, you're a great man. You and Tony are going to be so happy in the future. I could see the love between you two. I just wanted you to know, I think what you two have done, is..." she shrugged, "...it just was meant to be. Congratulations." She kissed me on the cheek. Then moved to Tony. "I'm truly happy for you." She kissed him on the cheek and left.

"Wow." Was all I could say. Then the old me came back. "As long as she just tosses the rice when we leave and not fling it at us."

Tony snickered.

Then I turned to Tony when the line lessened. "Now, explain to me..." I began pointing at him up and down, "...what you did."

Tony laughed. "I did some research and found they have the cologne, but also make a body wash, deodorant and shampoo and conditioner. So, I literally bathed in it."

I nodded. "Uh, huh. What are you trying to do, give me an erection in this thing?" I waved a little of the kilt. "Thank god it's heavy."

He grinned. "Are you telling me there's nothing underneath to stop something from....rising?"

I shook my head. "Not a thing."

He chuckled. "Interesting." Then he gathered me in his arms. "Well, my intent was to allow you to sniff wherever you want later."

"How can I not?"

Then the reception could begin in full. When the song began. Very Gaelic sounding, The Dark Waltz, the words we both knew spoke of waltzing through destiny together and that's what we were doing. It was a light, almost haunting song as it began, Tony and I reaching for each other as we began to waltz. Soft. He and I had rehearsed what we were going to do, exchanging the lead as we danced. It wasn't a frantic dance, nor was it rushed, but the next song was!

Now everyone was on the dance floor. Those that weren't Baptist, that is. I can't say that for all Baptists, there were a few on the dance floor I knew were Baptist dancing. Baptists don't drink or dance. Yeah, right.

To be fair, there were a lot of songs played that were a bit crazy. Rock, techno, and all that. A few disco. Some definitely Italian. Everyone from Sinatra to Dean Martin. Then the music for the Tarantella began. I chuckled as Tony grabbed my hand and brought me in the circle. As always, it begins slowly as Tony and I, and all of the Italian family, including Kathleen and Angelo began the dance as we circled. It was a tradition! I married an Italian! There were those that knew the dance that joined us and as it played, it got faster. Every Italian had this music at every celebration, it was considered the song of Italy. It was fun!

And the ever properly dressed Tony soon threw his coat off, but that made things worse for me. Now I could smell him even more!

It was about nine o'clock when the cake was wheeled out. It was big! Four different....things. Tiers? Not the elevated kind, but there were four of them with an almost creamy white frosting. The cascading leaves were the rainbow colored. And there at the top were our two grooms, one in black, the other in his kilt. No touching showed here. Another tradition was we, Tony, and I, were to cut the cake and feed each other. It was our first task together as a married couple.

"One more time," Tony warned. "No smearing the cake on me or I'll pull your kilt up and show everyone what's underneath." He glared at me, but the smile spoiled an anger.

"Me?" I asked innocently.

Tony nodded. "Uh, huh." He said doubtfully.

The slice was made, we fed each other....no smearing. Cake was given and almost everything was done. The inside was done in layers, again, the same rainbow colors for the LGTB. We were gay!

We had a late flight to Atlanta, then to New York but the party was still going strong. As the time was approaching, Tony pulled me aside and pointed to his watch.

"Okay," I nodded and we excused ourselves to the suite, but once I got him in the suite, I pushed him back to the bed. Then quickly got the lube.

"We've gotta change!" Tony protested lightly. "A plane to catch?"

"We have time," I nodded unzipping his pants. "For tormenting me all night, you owe me."

"I do, huh?" Tony grinned as I shoved his shirt aside. Then put my nose in his chest hair. "I take it this is what you need."

I shook my head. "You know it isn't." I pushed his pants and boxers down. "This is what I need." And engulfed his cock instantly. He let out a groan as he sat on the bed, taking me with him not breaking my consumption of him. Which as you now know was the worst thing I could do. Here his scent was coming up my nose, and sensations were shooting through me, making my already hard cock hurt! Then I growled and rolled him over. I don't normally do him from behind face down. I liked face to face was preferred, but now it was urgent! Thank god I was wearing a kilt with nothing underneath. I didn't have to undress!! I slathered lube on my aching cock and then entered him as gently as I could making Tony groan again! A few pumps to get started, even the hair on his head smelled good! My arms wrapped around him that he pulled even closer bring my arms in as I pumped. "I love you, Tony."

"Thank God," Tony chuckled. Then as I hit his prostate correctly, he let out a little cry. "I love you, Mitch. Now and forever!" Then the sensation was too much for him as he let out that long, guttural groan that grew in volume! I hit that prostate quickly and so repeatedly it was one long orgasm.

I came and came...I almost worried I couldn't stop for a second, but so did Tony. Regulating my breath, I withdrew from him as he turned over, pulling me down to him.

"We're never parting again," Tony said. "Not for a single day."

I shook my head. "Never." I agreed, kissing him deeply.

We weren't late leaving, but we did change and had the bellmen take our luggage to the van. That was no easy task thanks to Tony's over packing for everything, but we were taking a Rolls! Yes! A Rolls Royce! That was pretty exciting! I'd never ridden in a Rolls Royce. It was this dark red, whatever color that ladies and gay queens say a color is. I think it's all made up. It was one of those older ones from the late sixties, but very nice! It was after eleven and our flight was at one. With all those pieces of luggage and TSA's airport security, we needed to be there. As we approached the hotel's exit to the outside world there was the crowd ready to see us off. The cheers came up as we walked through them as the tossed rice at us.

Our parents were waiting by the car. Mom hugged me, then Dad smiled and hugged me.

"We'll see you when you get back," Dad smiled. "I'll want to hear all about it. He's a good man, son. Take care of each other."

I nodded. "We will."

Then Tony's parents did the same.

"You're a great addition to the family, Mitch. Welcome to becoming a Delveccio." Kathleen told me. "You two were made for each other."

I nodded. "I believe we were."

With the hotel and crowd fading in the background, Tony smiled at me. "We're on our way."

"I look forward to it," I smiled. "What time's our flight from New York to Scotland?"

"Three o'clock in the afternoon," Tony said. "We won't have a lot of time to sleep."

I chuckled. "We can do that on the airplane."

Tony nodded. "I'm not sleepy at all right now."

"Beware of the crash," I said understanding what he was talking about, but knew the danger. He knew better than I did having flown many times overseas, but I was his husband now.

Tony had booked a hotel near the airport in New York and did we crash! I collapsed on the bed beside Tony, neither one of us bothering to take anything off but our shoes. The sun was coming up! It wasn't long before that annoying phone rang for our wakeup call.

Tony crawled over me to pick the phone up and put it down again. "Okay, husband. We've got another plane to catch."

If I had been drunk the day before, that would explain why I was feeling like something on the bottom of a shoe. A hangover only happens then, right? But turning over and seeing Tony, I couldn't help but smile. "Husband." Then I took his left hand and held it next to my left hand. "We most certainly are married."

He grinned, "I remember." Then he kissed me gently. "Now, we need to shower and check out."

I gave him a salute. "Don't you need coffee?"

He nodded as there was a knock on our door. "That's why I put in a request for room service to come now." He got up and went to the door.

I shook my head. "Always thinking ahead."

He chuckled as he brought the little cart in the room where there were some pastries, some eggs, bacon, and a silver pot I knew was coffee if I didn't already smell it. "It saves time in the long run." Taking a cup and poured his precious liquid in the cup. "Want some now?" He waved the pot at me in temptation.

I got off the bed, which we only used the top of the bed, so it was wrinkled, but still made up. "Normally, no, but I may need some this morning." I sighed.

Tony looked at his watch. "It's afternoon," He corrected.

My eyes rolled. "Whatever." I looked for the carry-ons that we were using for now. It was easier than taking all those pieces of luggage. Leaving them at the airport to be loaded when it was time made more sense. I pulled our various toiletries out. I held the bottles of Tony's shampoo, body wash, and deodorant. "Let's go easy on this for the trip." Then I grinned at him. "Unless you plan to have us join the Mile High Club."

He shrugged. "It is a somewhat lengthy flight," Then his eyebrows waggled.

We did eat while it was hot. Then we economized with the hot water. We shared the shower as we had done many, many times before. Of course, we did make love. It was like breathing now, we just had to do it. Inhale, sex, exhale, sex...

Checking out, we took a cab to the airport and boarded the British Airways plane for Great Britain. This was my first trip out of the country, so Tony gave me the seat by the window. I'd flown before, but I watched as we flew off into the clouds. The flight would take about seven hours, but with the time change, we would be landing early Monday morning.

It was after dinner, yes, we had an in-flight meal served when Tony grinned at me. Then dug in his pocket and pulled a small tube out of lube. "Well?" He asked. "Want to join the Mile High Club? We're in first class, so I know the bathroom is big enough."

My eyebrows rose. "You know that why?" I grinned. "Experience?"

He shook his head. "Experience going to the bathroom, yes, but sex? Not even once." Then he leaned kissing me. "I'd like to with you."

"So, what are we waiting for?"

Most of the passengers were either asleep, reading or watching a movie as they wore those headsets and weren't paying attention as the two of us went in the bathroom. Maybe they did and either didn't care or it didn't bother them. Tony was right, it was a good size, for a bathroom on a plane, that is.

"Now, you have to be quiet this time," I whispered to Tony.

"Yeah, yeah," Tony grinned. "Then don't make me crazy."

"I never make you crazy," I growled. Then smiled thinking I might. "Do I?"

Tony nodded. "Oh, you must certainly do." Then he kissed me. "I like it. I'll try to hold it in, but no promises."

I chuckled. "I take it I'm loving you?"

Tony shrugged. "I could love you if you think that will be quieter."

I wrapped my arms around him. "Shut up," I said kissing him deeply which he returned instantly. He had my shirt open quickly, his hands running over my chest and around my back. Pants were unzipped and shoved down as I fondled his stiffening cock with one hand. My other hand ran through his chest hairs as we broke the kiss only so I could take my oral tour of his chest, stopping at the nipples, which got a cursory suck, then lower to his pubes. Humans were so well designed for sex. Even without the cologne, his scent was strong. A comfortable hardness filled my cock, but I concentrated on what we needed to do. I quickly covered his mouth with a hand to stop his moan from being too loud. It only took a few minutes before I saw his balls constrict and knew he was about to cum. I kept my hand over his mouth as he came in my mouth. Which as always, I swallowed eagerly. I loved his taste! Then I rose, turned him around, shoving him forward over the sink, applied the lube and entered him quickly and gently as I could from behind. Again, having to cover his mouth again. He could make love to me later. Again, those sensations he always got was making him want to let out that growl of his, but I kept him quiet as I worked. On the ground or in the air, he was tight, moist, and hot! The lube just made it easier. I was jealous of how he could feel such strong sensations where he did, but I was also happy because it was me causing those sensations. I didn't get those sensations, but I got erect from a scent he didn't pick up from me. It was good with Tony, but not nearly close to Tony's sensations he got from me. We hadn't been in there too long and I was coming to climax! I came and came in him. I almost collapsed on his back, but I realized my hand over his mouth as he gasped. He'd cum again!! He turned back to me, kissing me in that all-consuming kiss.

"I love you, baby," Tony said hoarsely.

I chuckled. "I love you, too."

His forehead touched mine. "Welcome to the Mile High Club."

I nodded. "And you can return the favor on our way to Italy."

He smiled, kissing me again. "Deal."

We emerged from the bathroom as a steward was passing by. Of course, he knew what we'd done. Two people coming out of a bathroom on an airplane? What else could it be? He merely smiled at us. "I hope everything was alright." He said with a distinct British accent.

"Great bathroom," Tony told him simply as Tony led me back to our seats.

"I know." The steward said smiling. The way he said it told us he'd been in it many times for the same reason and knew it was.

We landed in Edinburgh early that Monday morning. Getting our luggage was part of what the hotel we'd booked did for us. I was looking forward to seeing Edinburgh during the daytime, but it was nice with just the streetlights. The fact the driver drove on the opposite side of the street and car was interesting. I knew they did, but...my brain automatically reacted to collisions that would never happen, but from what I saw, it would.

"We're renting a car," I said to Tony.

He nodded. "Sure. To see Scotland."

"You think you know the laws here and can maneuver around?" I asked motioning to the road.

He chuckled. "I've been to London a few times. I've driven in England before. I think I'm okay. They have a booklet to remind me of the rules of the road while here. I'll brush up while in Great Britain." He held his hand up. "I know, Scotland, but it's all Great Britain."

Edinburgh was cool, and I mean the temperature, not necessarily the abeyance. Though that was good from what I saw. The atmosphere was currently in the low fifties in late Spring.

Again, we got to the hotel. It was a fabulous hotel. The Waldorf Astoria, the Caledonian. It was an old hotel made of brown brick and stone, over a hundred years old, but it was beautiful. Inside you'd never know it was old at all. The lobby was white. There was a mosaic on the marble floor, we walked up to the center desk. The woman smiled as we approached.

"Welcome to the Caledonian. Do you need to check in?" The accent told me she was definitely a local.

"The name the reservation is under is Anthony Delveccio and Mitch McKenzie," Tony said.

The woman typed on her computer then smiled. "You're in the Alexander Graham Bell Suite. I see this is your honeymoon." And her face didn't lose its pleasant nature. "Congratulations, gentlemen."

Her face lit up. "You're a McKenzie." She nodded. "A Highlander."

"That's right. My first trip to Scotland though." I smiled; this was so nice. No one had a problem with the fact we were gay.

She started typing again. "Okay, I've got you here until Sunday. You've got a car that will be waiting this afternoon." She smiled as a man in a bellman's uniform walked up. "Bruce will escort you to the suite. Your luggage will be up shortly. Feel free to call if there are questions. Enjoy your stay." And she was sincere! A concept I to get some of my front desk employees to understand. It wasn't to be automatic; you sound like a machine otherwise.

"I know we will," I smiled back as Tony took the keycard.

The suite was huge! We entered a living room with fireplace, in front of the fireplace were two sofas separated by a coffee table and other various furnishings. There was also the eating area with a table for four. Four? We were having no guests. A hallway with a door to a bathroom with a large garden tub and separate shower. Down the hall farther was the bedroom with a king-sized bed. The bellman smiled as we looked around. I went to the big window in the living room, opened the curtain. Tony came up from behind me as I looked out.

"Edinburgh Castle." I pointed to the castle we could see lit in the night.

Our luggage was being brought in.

"Where would you like these?" One of the bellmen asked, but indicating the way to the bedroom.

Tony nodded. "The closet is fine." He said but never left me. Then he smiled at me. "The sun will be up in a few hours. Perhaps we need to get some sleep now."

I watched as the two bellmen put our suitcases where they would go. "Don't you have to tip them?" I whispered.

Tony nodded. "Do you have local currency?" He smiled. "'cause I don't have any in Pounds on me." Then he shook his head. "At the end of our stay, we tip on the bill. You have to think about what you owe to whom. Don't worry, I plan to tip generously."

International travel. I had a lot to learn. "Is it always like that?"

Tony shook his head. "No, but it is here."

"Enjoy your stay." The bellman said and left the suite.

"Now," Tony turned me to him. "Welcome to Scotland and our first real night of our honeymoon, my husband." His arms coming around me.

"Tony," I began sadly. "I have a confession to make."

"Now you do." His eyebrow rose. "About?"

"I said the clothes, the condo, the money and all that didn't impress me."

"I heard that." Tony nodded.

I grinned. "I lied. THIS IMPRESSES THE HELL OUT ME!!" I brought him in for another hot searing kiss.

Tony chuckled as he returned the kiss with equal passion. "It's all for us, honey! I adore you, Mitch."

I pulled him back to the bedroom. "Get the lube and make love to me, Tony."

"I guess you're not tired." Tony grinned.

I shook my head. "Not yet. Perhaps some good, hot, passionate lovemaking will help me sleep."

Tony went to our luggage but stopped pointing at me. "Don't move!" He ordered as I was about to unbutton my shirt.

"Okay." I nodded as he came back with the lube. "Are you taking the helm on this lovemaking excursion?"

Tony nodded. "Oh, yeah." He leaned toward me kissing me again, this time his hands came up and began unbuttoning my shirt pulling the shirttail out, his hands moved up my chest, running across my chest, brushing my nipples as his mouth traveled from my lips to my jaw, the down throat. Then he was unfastening my pants, sliding them down which I kicked away. His tongue teased a nipple, then the other as he made a wet path down my stomach. My fingers in his hair as I loved to look down on this amazing man who loved me. My briefs were pulled down and the warmth of his mouth was known, but I loved it every time he did it. I loved him. He pushed me gently back on the bed as he worked. A comforting rhythm began and I missed his scent. He was enticing enough. Now it was my turn to groan. I began pulling gently on his hair, caressing that precious head of dark hair that I love the soft feel of as I tried to go as deep in him as I could get. It was almost as if I were trying to merge with him, and I guess I was trying to do just that. Making love was as close a couple could get to merging. We were lovers, we were married and we adored each other.

"I can't imagine loving you more, Tony," I said softly. Unlike Tony, I was quiet. Then as I was close, I did make a small sound, then came. Again and again. "I love you."

Tony came back up, then kissing me deeply. "I'm not done." He grinned, drew my legs up and unzipped his pants. Sliding them down he applied lube to me and to his hard cock. "I'm going to love you forever. Remember?"

Let me say, that the first time I ever bottomed for anyone, it didn't feel that nice. It really kind of hurt at first and took a few minutes for that feeling to stop. I know, there are guys out there that will say "oh it felt great the first time." I have one thing to say about that. I hate you. I can't say that now, because that was probably of Tony! We've all heard about the guy that goes to the doctor and gets the finger up his ass and he cums? I'd bet that was Tony. I love Tony, but the rest of you, I don't really hate you, I just don't like you right now. I digress. I know sex really takes place in the mind. Yea, yea, it happens below the waist too, but really, it's mostly in the mind! It took a few times before I was comfortable with Tony. Let me clarify, he was not a small man. God had not shortchanged him where his dick was. He was not gargantuan like you see on the Internet and think "Oh my god!", but he was a good size. Then so was I. We did it every day, sometimes several times a day, so any discomfort went away pretty fast. Perception is key. The discomfort part went away in a month, but now...I don't know. We both said we were married before, but now...he entered me slowly. My body welcomed him! As I said, it could be just in my head, but who cares!? I felt him enter and slide deeper. All I felt was happiness! He was my husband that I loved. Maybe the wedding was the difference. It reinforced my perception as to who he was. This was the first time he'd made love to me since we got married. I made love to him, but he hadn't made love to me. He liked to bottom and I wasn't going to deny him. He and I made love again, face to face, my arms circling him bringing him closer if you can imagine that. This was the most important human being in the world to me. An incredible soul who loved me. He didn't hurry but took his slow, sweet time. We'd done it hard and fast, but this was a favorite. The only thing that told me he was close, as he kissed me gently, said; "I love you." He came. No panting or gasping. He merely smiled. "Always know that. I'll tell you again and again. I love you."

I nodded. "I know you do." I kissed him gently but looked down at his feet. "One suggestion, though."

"Hmm?" He asked.

"Next time..." I pointed to his lower legs. "...take the shoes off first. It will easier to get your pants off." His pants were gathered about his feet, the shoes still on.

"Good idea." Tony chuckled and reached down to take them off.