Jason and Richard tied the knot in a very simple ceremony -at Jason's "request." In his own words "if 3000 social media followers show up, I'm leaving." Richard had to agree. This was HIS time, not time for his fans. Carol and Randy were the witnesses, and one of Jason's grad students, who moonlighted as an on line minister, did the ceremony. They signed the papers, kissed, and went out for champagne and cake. Later , Richard talked Jason into doing a post for his page. In the post, their two hands were joined, in different ways: holding, one another, one on top of the other, and one with their hands - Richard's young, pink one and Jason's more vascular, thinnner one, next to each other, to show their rings. He also talked Richard into one photo of the two of them, in their blazers, pastel shirts, flannel slacks, and ties, Jason standing behind Richard, his arms around him, both of them smiling. (They both got aroused during the picture , and ;went at it less than 30 minutes after they were done)
Richard added no words to the photos. Social media blew up anyway.
The transfer to London had come before Richard could move into Jason's house, so now, they were at Richard's house, packing him for two moves: one to London, and one to Jason's. Richard picked up one of the wedding gifts that Jason had given him: it was a collection of t shirts with bear and bear cub themes. He was wearing one of them now: one with the California symbol on it. His favorite , though, was one Randy had designed. It had a picture of Smoky the Bear on the Front, with the expression "ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT BLUE BALL IN OLDER MEN." "I can't not bring these. " The logistics of the move, were that Richard had to be at work in London by May 15. Richard wouldn't finish the semester until just after Memorial Day, so they would be traveling separately. "Leave one of them for me, orsino. The one you're wearing. It's sweaty. It'll remind me of you. I'll bring it with me when I come over (In fact, Jason planned to wear it). Richard looked at him. "I AM sweaty. How about you get sweaty with me, Sir." They had never made love in Richard's apartment. There were no restraints on the bed, but Jason didn't need them. He knew how to handle his cub, and within fifteen minutes, he had Richard moaning, from a combination of kisses, ear nibbles, and nipple play. "OH GOD. I want it bad. But I don't want it to end. I won't have you next to me for two weeks." Jason whispered "you want me to stay the night?" Jason grabbed him "Would you Sir?" "How about I prove that I will?" He got off Richard's jeans, pulled off his own, and started sliding his cock into Richard's sweaty ass.s "OH YEAH. Do me slow, SIR. I want to remember this. I want to remember this as long as I can." Jason grinned. "Do I have to cage you for two weeks?" Richard looked up "I'm not sure I'll get through the metal detector, but if you want me to lock up after I'm there Sir, I will." Jason smiled as he pushed further in. "I'll leave that up to you. Lots of handsome men in London." "My silver fox husband isn't there... yet. Doesn't matter. OH YES. OH YES." Jason had begun to shoot into Richard . When he was done, Richard smiled. "I'm sorry. I'm just too tense about the move. Maybe later for me? " Jason responded. "I always carry a few helpers with me if I need them. Just letting ya know. But sugar bear, we gotta finish the packing. Richard looked at him. "You mean you're not done?"
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It took them about 3 more hours to finish up. Richard was not renewing his lease, and everything except what he was taking to London, was going to Jason's house. They did inventory, at least four times. Jason smiled at the box of stuffed bear toys. "I never even knew about the collection." "No one did, Sir. Not even Randy." Jason laughed. "You know, Randy already asked if I wanted him to come over and keep me company in the house while you're away." Richard smiled. "That's my magenta yenta. That's his title now." Jason howled. "So he WAS becoming a matchmaker. " "Oh yes. He has his own little office uptown. Not enough business yet to hire a secretary, but Seth is helping him. He sends all of the folks who come in who are out of his specialty, up to Randy." "Is he still making those magenta cupcakes?" Richard laughed. "I tried one. They're not bad. But I remember: he kept on telling me NOT SUCH A BIG BITE I WANT SOME" He could probably make money selling them, if he didn't eat them all." "And how about that guy who came over to the table that night?" "OH, that HOT police officer? Well, according to Randy, he and Seth are now, essentially a version of you and me. " He kissed Jason. "With Officer Steve playing MY part." "As it should be. The pretty one should ALWAYS be the bottom." Richard came over and rubbed the back of Jason's neck. "I think you're pretty Sir. I think you're AWFUL pretty." Jason almost began to cry. No one had ever said that to him. He got his composure "We need to finish Richard. Truck is coming tomorrow." "YES SIR. Is the heat seeking missile coming tonight?" "IF you're lucky." Richard was.
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So the next day, the truck picked up the boxes, and Jason and Richard headed back to Jason's house. Richard had left his car with Randy, begging him not to paint it magenta while he was away, and in the car, he put his hand on Jason's thigh. "Jason, I just need to say: the day I met you... the best day of my life." Jason covered Richard's hand. "Me too, richard. And I have a few more days than you." "I'm gonna miss you. " "Well you taught me how to use that crazy zoom stuff. We'll talk every day? "EVERY day Sir. And maybe do more than talk." Richard's flight was that evening. So he cleaned up and had an early dinner with Jason, before they drove off to the airport. Jason had taken charge of organization and he made sure that Richard had his passport, his work visa, his ticket, everything. Randy and Carol met them at the airport, so they could all see Richard off. Miraculously, Randy hadn't eaten all of the cupcakes he had made that day. Carol was especially fond of them. "Can I order three dozen for a faculty party? These are TERRIFIC." Richard whispered to Jason "I think our fag hag has found a replacement." Jason had to turn away , so no one saw him laugh.
Well, readers, if you've flown, you know how your stomach pits out when the first announcements for departure are made. They seem to go on forever. " Richard looked very sad in his bear cub t shirt, and Jason threw his arm around him. "Listen up Orsino. It was 35 years before you met me, and nearly 60 before I met you." He squeezed Richard's hand. "WE. CAN. GET. THROUGH. TWO. WEEKS." "I know Sir. I know... I just..." Then there was the final boarding call. "STAY OUT OF TROUBLE ORSINO!" Jason called. Richard threw him a kiss as he disappeared into the plane. That's when Jason fell apart. "I knew it was coming," Carol hugged him. "You're a brave man. I thought you'd have lost it a long time ago." "I did Carol. I cried in my office every day for the last three weeks." "THAT WAS YOU! OH MY GOD. I thought it was some sick dog or something." Jason looked at her. "I know what you're trying to do, but.." She hugged him again. "OH Richard. I wish I could make you feel less lonely. Randy and I will take you out every night." "YES. OH YES. Randy jumped up and down. How about tonight, the Lollipop Lounge? There's a hip hop contest and..." Carol gave him a look, but then Jason smiled. "You know, let's try it. You never know."
Jason had the support of two good friends , but Richard was there on the plane, alone. Randy had "found" him some less than licit tranquilizers if he wanted them. He did. He fell asleep, dreaming about Jason. Next thing he knew, a very handsome steward, with very bad teeth, was shaking him awake. "Please put your seat in its upright position Sir." Then he lowered his voice. "I see other parts of you are ALREADY in the upright position. I trust you slept well" and walked off.
Richard went through the trauma of customs and collecting his luggage. He had done this before, and he was ready for it. Then he grabbed a taxi, off to the house they'd be renting for a year. He opened the door and there, on the sofa, was a HUGE stuffed bear. It was dressed in an outfit typical of Jason: the white shirt with blue stripes, the red tie, the corduroys (only the bear was wearing shorts), with a gray wig, and glasses pushed up on the wig. It was holding a sign "Glad you made it, Orsino. See you soon."
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So, after two plus weeks of skyping, zooming, and texting, Jason handed in his grades for the semester, made sure that he had the schedule for zoom faculty meetings and dissertation defenses, and made his way to the airport. Carol went with him. Randy couldn't because, well, his business had taken off, and he had a full day of appointments. Same flight, same crew, same steward, and then.. he was there. He gulped. Jason had done sabbaticals in London before, but always alone.
He put his key in the door. "Welcome Sir," Richard smiled at him, sitting in a chair, his hands behind his back, shirtless. "How about putting down that bag and screwing the fuck out of your husband?" And so it was.
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Well, gentle readers, we're going to end our tale of Orsino and the Fox here. Suffice it to say that they enjoyed being with each other probably more than they enjoyed London, visiting Europe and being newlyweds. Perhaps we'll revisit them in a year, when they get back to the US. For now, let's leave our happy couple to their own "devices."
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