I sure am glad Shawn and Church were able to have some fun and rest together. In this chapter, Shawn gets back to work and Church finds out what that means. He also learns some stuff about his brother. Primis shows up again and makes a friend. Andy and Comet make an announcement and Shawn gets some new underwear. I hope you enjoy the chapter!!
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Crown Vic to a Parallel World: Stolen Love The third and final installment of the ongoing adventures of Church Philips
49 The In-Between Time and The Lessons it Taught
For the next two weeks, I did as I said I would. I stayed stuck to Shawn and accompanied him on his daily journey to his practice. Every morning I got up early, showered and dressed, made breakfast for Shawn and I, then flew with him and Met to the practice in Oppidum. Once there, I was largely idle through the day until it was time to go home.
I'd hoped, when I'd insisted that I wasn't going to let Shawn out of my sight, that going to work with him would equate to spending the day with him. That was never the case. Shawn's workload kept him bustling from one patient to the next all the long day. Since I was there anyway, I regularly recharged his magic to keep him from tiring, but other than being a magic battery, I had no other function to serve. It pretty well sucked.
The experience also reinforced what Shawn had said before about each of us needing our own lives and our own passions. Since I was there anyway, I made it a point to learn what it was that Shawn did at his practice. In the old days, when I was still powering his procedures, I didn't pay much attention to the day-to-day operation of the office. At that time, when I went to Shawn's practice to be his source of power, I felt a little like I did when we went to help with natural disasters.
I'd felt like Shawn and I were the heroes of the day. We would swoop in, heal the sick, and swoop out again. Back then, Shawn's talents as a powerful healer weren't as well known and his caseload was much lighter. He rarely had more than one severely sick or injured patient per day. That made it easier to feel like the conquering hero instead of the toiling physician.
My second foray into my husband's working world was far different. Shawn was in high demand. Any opening in his schedule was immediately filled and he routinely had to respond to emergency calls. If he could have worked twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week, he still would have had patients clamoring just to get onto his waiting list.
Every single patient Shawn admitted into his examination room was ecstatic for their chance to be cared for by my husband, such was Shawn's reputation. I watched him interact with each patient. I watched the worry and pain on their faces when they came into the office and saw the elation when they left. I watched my husband give of himself, and felt his pride swell a bit bigger each time his patients thanked him for saving them.
Each case that Shawn took on was a desperate one. Each patient was deeply in need of medical care. Often that was because they couldn't afford the treatment they needed. Sometimes it was because they could easily afford it, but they couldn't stand to endure the protracted treatments that physicians with lower magic capacities would need to put them through to cure their illness or injury.
Rich or poor, Shawn used his gifts to heal them. For the ones that could not afford it, he asked nothing. Often, Shawn paid for their plane travel to Oppidum and back home. For the ones that could afford to pay, Shawn charged exorbitant rates to offset all the charity work he did.
I watched the pleasure my husband took in his work and felt bad that I'd ever tried to deny it to him. I'd told him as much on one of our journeys back to the house at the end of the day. The one courtesy Met showed us, since I'd decided to accompany Shawn to work every day, was that Met offered to fly the plane. That left Shawn and I an hour each way to enjoy each other's company with no possibility of distraction.
Bem had sent a pair of grey-uniformed rent-a-cops with us. I'd thought about objecting to their presence, but decided a visible show of force wasn't a bad thing. Still, when we traveled to and from, I made them ride in the cockpit with Met. They hadn't liked my interference, but I told them I didn't care.
Shawn and I were seated together. He rested against me with his eyes closed, tired after a long day. I rubbed the tension out of his shoulders and enjoyed being able to make him feel better. The joy I felt performing that small act of caring, reminded me of the joy he felt when he treated the grievous troubles of the patients that made up his daily case load.
"I'm sorry, love." I'd said to him. "I see how much this means to you. I'm sorry I ever objected to it. The work you do, for those poor, sick people...you're right. If you can help them, you have to help them."
Shawn leaned into me. He was relieved by my words. "I'm so glad you see it. That means so much to hear you say. The work I do is necessary. It's so important and only I, and now Met, can do it. I've been so incredibly blessed in my life. The money we have and my natural ability, the magic you gave me, and my incredible husband, all gifts from God. I've been so lucky in life. It's only right, it's right and it's my pleasure to share my good fortune with others."
I agreed without reservation. "I know. I know now. It will be hard sometimes, but you're right to want to keep doing what you're doing. When you and Met expand the practice, I'll do my part. I'll help the new doctors stretch their capacities so they can do the work that needs to be done."
"Thanks, love." Shawn said. As he said it, I could feel that he was genuinely grateful. "Saturday, though, Saturday we celebrate with our friends and family and then we have a whole month to ourselves. I'll be honest with you; I'm very much looking forward to it. That week we spent in Litus was nice, but it wasn't enough. I'm looking forward to getting my fill of you."
I let a little lust transmit across our link to tease Shawn and added some inuendo to it. "I hope you mean filling me."
Shawn smirked with his eyes closed. "Yes, love, filling you, and you filling me."
"We'll see about that last part. You know that between the two of us, you're the Beastly top. I'm just the greedy bottom, always begging for more."
"Harder." Shawn teased me back.
"Exactly." I agreed.
During the time that Shawn and I were in Litus, I'd lost track of Paul. I felt a little bad about that. I felt bad that I'd left him to his own devices without so much as a word. I remembered that I'd warned him, when we were on the power picnic to test the boosted range of telepaths and clairvoyants. I'd told Paul that he wouldn't see me for a while once we recovered Shawn. I had meant take my leave of the man in a more formal manner than I had done, but the situation being what it was, that didn't happen.
Since Shawn and I were back on the estate, I wanted to track Paul down and at least check on him. I found him that Tuesday, after Shawn and I had returned from our first day at Shawn's practice. I'd tucked Shawn into bed for his after-work power nap and went in search of Paul.
I checked Paul's residence, Lenis' residence, and all over the estate. I'd run my legs off all over the place and came up empty handed, so I called Andy. I figured Andy could use his clairvoyance to locate the missing priest...retired person.
"He's here with us." Andy announced when we finished with the start-of-a-phone-call pleasantries.
"Where's `here?'" I asked.
"The pool. We're having a pool party."
"Who's `we?'" I asked as I felt some anxiety rise inside me.
"A bunch of us." Andy answered.
I hung up the phone and hurried through the house toward the big balcony behind the dining room that housed the pool. I was surprised by what I found.
I exited the house through the dining room wall. It was set to be open to its widest extent. Out on the balcony, music played from built in speakers for a group of revelers. I recognized the sound of one of the sub-bands of the greater Divided Light music phenomenon. They played nineties alternative. I recognized the Better than Ezra hit, Good.' That tune was wrapping up. After it came the opening guitar riff to the Meat Puppets Back Water.'
I scanned the scene with my eyes and noticed a portable table that was set with drinks and snacks. It looked like a courtesy tray at a resort. A watermelon rind, scooped out and split in half, served as an oversized bowl that overflowed with fruit salad. Big bunches of red and green grapes flanked the melon bowl. Behind the fruit stood bottles of wine, bottles of rum, mixers, ice, and a blender.
Behind the portable table, a pair of burgundy-uniformed servants stood sentry to see to the needs of the pool side revelers. I noticed one of the pair was Ancillarum, the servant who had betrayed us. Once my eyes fell on the platinum blond man, they refused to see anything else. I moved over to the table to speak with him. As I did, my niece's mind voice rang in my head. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, UNCLE CHURCH?" Hannah demanded.
I ignored her mental plea and moved around the table to stand next to the man. He tried to shrink away from me but found himself hemmed in by the other servant who was oblivious to my advance and to Ancillarum's attempted retreat. I put myself well inside the servant's personal space and closed us both inside a box of my magic. The box did two things. It kept my speech private between me and Ancillarum, and it blocked Hannah from my mind.
I forced my hands into my pockets to keep from wrapping them around the blond man's neck and growled at him. "Do you know why you're back here instead of in prison?" I asked him.
Ancillarum shook his scared head at me. "No sir." He squeaked.
"You're here because my husband's uncle, Steward Ars Summas, thinks it's a good idea. He was the one who told me to reinstate you to your post. He believes that you made a mistake. That's what he believes. Is he right?"
Ancillarum nodded at me. "Yes sir." He squeaked.
"He'd better be." I growled.
I stepped away from the servant and released the magic that had sealed us in. As soon as I did, Hannah's voice was back in my head. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" She asked.
I spun toward the water to locate my niece. She was sunning herself from a floating air mattress with her sister and their shared boyfriend. The girls were dressed in their regular, flesh-colored string bikinis and Altus was wearing a neon green slingshot bikini bottom that wrapped only over his left hip. I pointed to the twin who glared at me from behind a pair of wrap-around sunglasses and assumed that was Hannah. "You mind your business, young lady." I snapped at her over the moderately loud volume of the music. "I will run MY HOUSE as I see fit."
The twin that I assumed was Hannah lowered her head to the pillow that was integral to the air mattress and her mind voice retreated from my head. I took a breath to calm myself and looked around again. Andy had been right, the scene by the pool was quite a party.
Besides the twins and Altus, who were in the main pool, Andy and Comet were also present, lounging in the hot tub. The boys were cuddled together, soaking in the hot, bubbling water. I couldn't tell what they were wearing, but I assumed they were clad in their regular swimsuits. The boys had matching bikini bottoms that were bright yellow over their bulges and faded to green at the sides, then blue behind.
Papa Cass was seated at the edge of the tub with his pants rolled up and his feet dangled into the roiling foam. He was dressed as he always dressed, but he had his shirt open over his evenly hairy torso and his long sleeves rolled up to match his pant legs. He leaned back on his arms and looked up at the sunny sky with his eyes closed. His mouth moved steadily. I assumed he was keeping up a running commentary of some sort, but I wasn't close enough to hear over the music.
Joe was there, in a pair of board shorts. His reconfigured body was rangy and tan. I guessed from the evenness of his tan, that he'd spent quite a bit of the last days at the pool. His board shorts were iridescent green with yellow trim and black stitching. He stood at the rail at the edge of the balcony and pointed his arm out toward the climbing wall. He was obviously lecturing on the finer points of his mural.
The man Joe lectured to was much shorter, soft, and pale. His body was padded with extra weight and his skin was new to the sun. The man wore board shorts that matched Joe's exactly. He shaded his eyes with the flat of his hand like he was in the crow's nest of a ship. His attention followed Joe's pointing and he seemed to hang on each of my brother's words like they were the word of God. I didn't recognize the man from behind and wondered who it was.
I took a step toward Joe and the mystery man when a laugh that sounded like the tinkling of fine chimes stole my attention. The laugh was similar to Shawn's, but higher in tone and lighter in pitch. I tracked the sound with my eyes and noticed Lenis with her mouth open and head back as she let herself enjoy a hearty, but ladylike laugh.
Adding bass to her treble were the rough barks of Paul, who'd been the target of my search all along. He was seated waist deep on the steps that led into the shallow end of the pool. Paul's ample torso was freshly, but deeply tan under a carpet of grey chest hair that was matted down with pool water and sweat. Just under the water, Paul's lower half was clad in a pair of red and silver board shorts.
Lenis, who leaned into Paul as she laughed at something he'd said, was dressed in a skimpy, two-piece swimsuit that matched Paul's board shorts for color. Lenis' top had silver cups to conceal her firm bosom, and red straps to hold them up. Her taught, fit stomach was on display, and her lower half wore a bikini bottom that was red with silver strings to tie the front to the back over her child-bearing hips.
Paul finished his laughter and wiped a broad hand over his face from his forehead to his wide jaw. He noticed me as he did it and clambered to his feet. "YOUNG MAN!" He boomed as he hurried over. Paul gripped me in a bear hug that threatened to squeeze the air from my lungs. He released me after he planted a slap on my back and stood to grin all over his face. "I've missed you! Wonderful to have you back. This is a paradise that you've built here! An absolute paradise. Your husband's mother has taken over as my chaperone and has hardly left my side."
Paul leaned close to me like he wanted to have a confidential word. "She's a striking woman, a beautiful woman, and smart as a whip, to use a clichŽ. The conversations we've had have been remarkable." Paul shook his large head. "She is a deep thinker, a woman of staggering depth of feeling. She and I have been reading The Bible in the evenings. We've been reading and comparing the King James version and the book you gave me from dear Fidum. Lenis is incredibly insightful. Sharp and witty and so very attractive.
"She and I have been developing a theory of how this text came to be on this world. We think there must have always been travelers between the worlds. We suspect that the government, even the government as far back as King Pravus' time and even before, must have been able to pass between the worlds. Someone, perhaps several people who were on Earth for the founding of the Christian faith must have brought the story here. It's the only possible explanation."
I was pleased that Paul and Lenis had found some common ground and a project to work on together. Paul's explanation about the source of Fidum's Bible made sense to me, but I wasn't as excited about it as Paul was. I tried to chart a middle course through the conversation by putting my focus on Paul's relationship with Shawn's mother. "I'm glad you're getting along." I said and hoped that was the right thing to say.
"I must admit," Paul added and lowered embarrassed eyes to the ground, "she still fantasizes about me, quite frequently. I've had to swear off the use of my magic for fear of seeing too much of her mind's desires. It makes an old man proud to be wanted in that way, but it's troubling as well. "Ahem...but that's not why you're here, is it, young man?" Paul shifted back to a hearty tone of voice and addressed me at full volume.
I took a minute to try to remember why I had come looking for Paul. As I did it, I replayed some of what he said in my mind. The fact that he'd referred to himself as an `old man' stuck in my head. I realized with a start that he didn't look very old. His hair was iron grey like it had been when I'd picked him up from the rectory, but that seemed the only sign of age on the man.
The version of Paul which stood in front of me did so with an upright posture and square shoulders. All the patchiness and liver spots were gone from his skin. In their place was a firm, healthy complexion. Even the man's sagging jowls seemed tighter. I was about to say something about the speed at which the clock seemed to be running backwards for my friend when an urgent sound from beside me stole my attention again.
"Church...Church." A voice called.
I turned toward it and found myself face to face with Joe and the shorter man from earlier. I realized that the shorter man was Shawn's brother Primis. I offered my hand to welcome him to the estate. As I did it, I wondered when he'd arrived and whether Shawn knew of his presence.
"I couldn't stay." Primis explained. "I hope you don't mind, but with father under house arrest and everything going on, I couldn't stay there. Honestly, I told father what I did. I told him that I came here. He got angry. He said I betrayed him and his plans. He said I was just as bad as Chordus...Shawn. He...I...I just had to leave. I called mother and she told me to come here. I hope that's OK."
"You're welcome here." I reassured my husband's brother, the man I realized was my brother-in-law. "You're welcome as long as you want to stay. Where are you staying? Have you been taken care of?" Joe answered that. "He's staying with me, in the spare room in my place, Andy's old room."
I eyed Joe and worried about the gloom I remembered from his apartment. I worried that Primis was being housed in the miserable cave I remembered from the last time I'd visited my brother, and every time before that.
Joe seemed to sense my worry. "Andy redecorated it." He said to respond to the concern on my face. "He reprogrammed the wall color and had new furniture brought in. It's a whole new place. Isn't it, Preem?" Joe asked Primis for confirmation.
Preem?' I thought with amazement. Did Joe just use someone's nickname? What's that about?'
I didn't get a chance to think about it much because Primis rushed to confirm what Joe had said. "Oh yes, it's a very attractive apartment. I feel very much at home there. Everyone has been so lovely to me."
Paul cleared his throat at my side as a way to attract my attention. "If that's all, young man, I need to get back to Lenis. She's sensitive to the weather. When I'm not with her, she gets cold easily."
I tried to keep Paul from leaving because I still wanted to talk to him. I wanted to make sure he was OK. I'd felt guilty about abandoning him when I'd gotten Shawn back. I wanted to apologize for that and to speak with him. I attempted to turn my mind to those thoughts when Joe's voice broke my concentration again.
"Church...Church," Joe pleaded, "would you send us up the mountain? I want to show Preem the mural up close. Would you use your magic so we can look close? The light is just about right this time of day. From now until it goes down it will get better and better as the light comes from lower in the horizon."
"It's beautiful." Primis added. "I would very much like to see it up close."
"Church...Church," Joe pressed, "would you? Would you use your magic to send us up?"
The situation overwhelmed my senses. Between the music and Joe's pleading and Primis' agreement and Paul's wanting to get back to Lenis and Ancillarum's fear and Hannah's voice in my head and the whole thing, I felt my control start to slip. Joe pressed me some more while I was trying to get my mind on talking to Paul and I snapped again.
"I'll send you to the fucking moon if you don't leave me alone!" I barked at Joe.
Primis shrank from my anger, but Joe just smiled. "You can't." He countered.
"Can't what?" I barked again.
"You can't send me to the moon."
I stepped toward Joe and growled in his face. "You wanna bet?" I challenged him.
My brother's smile grew even wider. He answered my challenge through it. "Yes, I do. You can't send me to the moon, because there isn't one!" Joe grinned, proud of himself for rubbing my nose in some Solum knowledge.
I dropped my face in my hands and rubbed it in frustration. "Oh fuck." I grumbled to my palms. I lowered my hands and looked to see that I'd missed my opportunity with Paul. He was already walking away from me to return to Lenis. Joe verbally pulled at my shirt sleeve again.
"Church." He called.
I snapped at him again. "CLIMB THE FUCKING THING, JOE!" I shouted and waved an angry hand toward the mountain.
"I can't." Joe started to argue.
"The fuck you can't!" I barked back. "You used to. That's how you painted the fucking thing. Have Andy give you a refresher course in climbing. Have your son and his boyfriend..."
A shout from across the pool stopped me mid-rant. "FiancŽ!" It shouted.
I swallowed my suggestion and spun toward the shout. It had come from Comet. He waved a stemware glass at me from the hot tub. "FiancŽ." He repeated. "We're engaged." He said and lowered the glass to take Andy's hand.
"WHAT?" I demanded.
Joe agreed with Comet's news. "Isn't it wonderful?" He asked me. "They're so much in love. I'm so proud."
I turned my head back to my brother and half expected to see someone else standing in his place. "You're WHAT?" I demanded.
"I'm proud." Joe answered. "I'm proud of my son and his fiancŽ. I'm happy for them. They're going to be married. They announced their engagement when we came back here from Litus. They said they saw how much you and Shawn loved each other and they wanted that for themselves. Comitis was adorable. He actually asked my permission." Joe shook his head and lifted his shoulders in a small shrug. "Like I could refuse them. How could I? They're so good together."
I felt like I had a head injury. I was pleased to hear the way Joe talked about Andy and his love for Comet, but it made no sense to me. It had barely been two weeks before when Joe insisted it was a sin, and he'd asked Paul to take him back to Earth. My brother, the man who stood before me and spoke of his pride in his son and his male lover, was the same man who'd planned to abandon his son on Solum. I was so confused.
Joe didn't give me a chance to question him. He'd already moved on. Joe had gathered Primis to the rail and was planning a climb for the next day. I was left dumbfounded and flatfooted with no one to vent my confusion to. A hand gripped mine and called my attention down from staring after Joe.
Cass looked up at me with a smirk on his face. "Come, my boy. You look positively overwrought. Let me take you inside. I think a rest would do you good. How does that sound? A nice rest, maybe with Shawn at your side."
I allowed myself to be led inside the house, through the dining room, into the entryway, and to the foot of the stairs that led to my apartment. Cass stopped me at the bottom of the stairs. "I've discovered something, my boy." The small old man said to me. "I've discovered that Jesus fellow, he and his father, they have a heck of a sense of humor." Cass giggled at me and puttered away.
I watched him until he was out of sight, his steps turned toward the pool. I climbed the stairs and entered Shawn and my apartment to find him just stirring from his nap. I climbed into bed with him. "Hold me love." I begged.
Shawn felt how unsettled I was. He wrapped his body around mine and held me tight. "What's wrong?" He asked and brushed some stray hair from my face.
"They've all gone mad." I explained without explaining anything.
Shawn didn't understand and said as much. I tried to explain myself but the experience by the pool refused to come out of my mind and my mouth smoothly. I balled up my facts and confused my syntax to the point that I only wound-up muddling both Shawn and me. Instead of asking me to explain myself again, Shawn did what he knew would calm me. He got my clothes off, turned me on my stomach, spit in my hole, and slid his throbbing length inside me. He draped himself over my body and brought his mouth next to my ear.
"How do you feel now, love?" He asked me and ground his hips against my ass.
My hole welcomed the violation and quickly adjusted to it. Having Shawn inside me, made everything right. "Perfect."
"Good. Do you feel perfect enough to tell me what happened downstairs?"
I felt my anxiety spike in spite of Shawn's efforts to make me feel better. Even the combination of the sexual pleasure I felt from being stuffed full of Shawn's cock and the comfort I felt from having him on top of me wasn't enough to completely squelch the negative feelings. Shawn felt the negativity too. He seemed to have a solution.
"Wait, love...one minute." Shawn shifted his body on top of mine so he could reach for something on the nightstand. He didn't pull out before he moved, so his adjustments made his cock smack against my prostate. The movement sent ripples of erotic delight through my body.
Shawn retrieved the thing he'd reached for and recentered himself on top of me. When he was happy with his position, he moved a hand in front of my face. In the hand was a small fold of black fabric. Shawn pressed the fabric to my nose like he was a bad guy in a black and white film and he wanted to knock me out with chloroform. The scent that assailed my nose was not that of a chemical anesthetic. It was the scent of my husband.
I breathed deeply through the fabric and felt a tingling wave of desperate lust and arousal pound through my body. Shawn felt it across our link. I felt his body heat up and the hardness that was buried in my guts get even harder. I tilted my hips and rolled them, both to welcome Shawn deeper inside me and to give my own inflating erection a place to expand between me and the bed.
I assumed what Shawn had pressed to my face was the pair of briefs he'd worn that day. He typically napped in just his underwear, or maybe in his underwear and socks. When I'd asked him to hold me, I'd noticed the trim, black garment that maintained his modesty. If Shawn was already in bed when we engaged, he would typically remove his briefs, fold them, and place them on the nightstand until we were finished. It wasn't unusual for him to put them back on after sex.
Even though I assumed the fabric was Shawn's briefs, the odor I huffed into my head was different than I would normally experience. Instead of the fabric retaining the ghost of his musk, the garment over my nose was ripe with it. What I inhaled over and over again was a rich, full bodied, manly musk. It was intense. It was an odor I could taste on my tongue. I closed my eyes and drew more of the scent into my nose. It was so heavy and thick, it was like having Shawn seated on my face.
"You like that, love?" Shawn whispered in my ear.
"Fuck yeah." I admitted and took another full breath of his rich scent.
"I asked Andy...you know normal undergarments are meant to breathe. They're not supposed to retain odors. The night I found you in the closet, that gave me an idea. When I had to leave you that night, I called Andy from the plane. I asked if he could design a garment to retain the scent of the wearer."
I felt raw embarrassment overwhelm the animal bliss I'd been feeling. I knew that Shawn felt it as well because he rushed to reassure me. He used his free hand to stroke my head as he explained. "Andy already had something."
"He did?" I asked around Shawn's briefs that were still pressed to my face.
I felt my husband's amusement through our link. "Your nephew, he has a lust for man-musk like you do. He's been making special underwear for Comitis for a while now. He agreed to provide me with several pair. When we got back to the estate yesterday, I found a drawer-full of new underwear, socks, and even a body stocking."
"A body stocking?" I gasped and let the mental image of Shawn in a sheer, black, body stocking play through my lust fueled imagination. I imagined how incredible it would be if that stocking was also ripe with his musk. Shawn rolled his hips and fucked himself in and out of me several times while I fantasized.
He came to rest against me and took the underwear from my face. "Can you tell me now?" He asked and buried himself inside me.
I rocked my hips back and forth to enjoy some added stimulation and took a breath to clear my head of the influence of Shawn's scent. I tried to tell my story. "Your brother is here." I announced.
Shawn drew himself almost all the way out of my ass and pushed back in. He did that twice then came to rest again. "Good. I'd like to see him. I want to thank him and hopefully get to know him."
"You're both outcasts now, as far as your father is concerned anyway. When your dad found out that Primis came here before, he got mad and told Primis that he was as bad as you are."
"I'm not surprised." Shawn said with a shrug in his voice. "It's just as well." Shawn fucked me with two more strokes and waited for more information.
"Andy and Comet are engaged."
"Wonderful!" Shawn said and fucked me some more. The announcement of the engagement made Shawn happy. It made him happy enough that he pistoned in and out of me slowly while he waited for me to tell more of my story.
I had to work harder to focus while my ass was being tenderly pounded, but I managed to keep going. "Joe approves."
Shawn pressed into me and stopped. "He approves?"
"Yeah, it surprised me too. Whatever Paul did to him, it must have really been something."
"Must have been." Shawn said and trailed off.
I took advantage of the pause in getting fucked to tell Shawn more. "He and your brother are going climbing. Primis seems to like Joe and his art. Joe is like the old Joe, except better."
"I'm happy, for both of them. Hopefully they each found a friend."
"I hope so too."
"What else?" Shawn asked.
Some anxiety returned as I thought about `what else.' I drew a breath and sighed it out. "I'm worried about your mom and Paul. They're getting awfully close. I don't want hurt feelings."
Shawn shifted around and laid his head against my back like he'd settled in to think about what I'd said. He traced his finger around my shoulder blade and rubbed the flat of his palm against it like he needed to erase the lines he'd drawn. "They're both adults. They both know the barriers between them. We have to let them live their lives. The only thing we can do is be there if they need us."
I sighed again. "Agreed."
"Anything else?" Shawn asked.
"Yeah," I said, "I love you...like a ton. I can't believe you had Andy make you special underwear. I can't decide whether to be embarrassed or aroused."
Shawn fucked me some more. "Aroused," he said as he kept up a slow rhythm into and out of me, "Andy loves his uncle, and he was happy to help. He was also pleased to find out he wasn't the only one who got off on his partner's scent."
"Speaking of which." I said to prompt Shawn.
He took the hint and replaced his folded underwear over my nose. His scent exploded in my head. A rush of animal lust shot through my body as I filled my nose with my husband's heady aroma.
"What will you have, love?" Shawn asked my ear.
"Fuck me forever." I pleaded.
Shawn chuckled with delight. "I'll try." He said and set about his attempt.