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Wayne's Journal - Part 18 29 December 2017, Friday 550 AM San Diego (San Diego International Airport)
We're on our way back, sitting in the airport at our gate. Matt bit the bullet this morning, let Laura sleep in, and drove us to the airport. He was sleepy, but I made sure there was a latte waiting for him when he stumbled into the kitchen. That helped keep the bear growls to a low roar.
On the way he and Daniel discussed his new regimen. It sounds like Matt intends to stick with it. I'm a little confused about the heavy focus on his core and the flexibility work, but I didn't ask. Daniel knows what he's doing, and if he thinks this is the best thing for Matt then I'm sure it is. I'm just happy Matt is taking care of himself. I was a little worried about his health, but if he sticks with Daniel's program I know he'll be fine.
We should board soon. Then it's back to SFO, THEN on to our final hop to Arcata airport. Speaking of which, boarding call ...
I'll write again when I get to SFO.
Wayne's Journal - Part 18 29 December 2017, Friday 905 AM San Francisco (SFO)
Been at SFO for a while now. Daniel needed more coffee, so we found a food spot near the gate. We were also both hungry, and ended up with a high protein breakfast of eggs, fruit, and whole wheat toast.
As we sat and ate Daniel's phone buzzed. "Huh." He frowned at the text. "Davis says he can't host New Year's after all. Plumbing problem, and his kitchen sink is out of commission for a few days."
"Awww." That bummed me out. I was looking forward to meeting Daniel's friends. "That sucks." I frowned down at my plate.
"Hrmmm." Daniel texted back, a thoughtful look on his face. He hit enter and began another text.
"What?" I looked at him. "What are you thinking?"
He smiled and shrugged, continuing with his text. After another keypress he went back to eating his eggs. Shortly after he got two responses in quick order. His smile became a grin. "Well, looks like we're hosting New Year's."
My eyebrows arched in surprise. "Really?" I immediately thought of Martha - the person who would likely end up having to do most of the work associated with a party. "Ah, should you check with Martha?"
He laughed. "Yep." He wiggled his phone. "She already replied. She's down. Said as long as she can bring someone she'd be happy to get the thing off the ground." He frowned. "No idea who she'd bring. Her dad is still in San Diego."
I bit my tongue, and did my best to look just as mystified as he was. "Yeah? Weird."
He shook it off, and grinned. "This will be fun! We've got ... what? Two days? We can put on a party in two days!"
I nodded. "Yep. It can be done. Should find out from Davis who's coming."
"Davis said it would just be him and Anna - she's his girlfriend. The rest of his guests were already told it was off, and Davis didn't want to invite a bunch of people to our place." He said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
I picked up on it. And I couldn't help but smile at him. He didn't notice, as the last two bites of his breakfast held his full attention. `Our Place.' I thought about that, and realized how much I liked hearing it.
I went back to the business of eating, gave Daniel my last scrap of wheat toast, and soon we were done.
Now we're at the gate, waiting for the boarding call. There are about two dozen of us total here. Of course, it's a small jet, but at least it's no longer the prop planes they used to fly on this route. That's the best change to our air transportation in the last few years. Maybe they'll add more than two flights a day back and forth to Arcata soon.
Oh, boarding! Write later!
Wayne's Journal - Part 18 29 December 2017, Friday 1130 AM Daniel's Place
Ah hahahaha! Ohhhh man. Martha is so embarrassed!
So, we get to Arcata, pick up my truck from long term parking, and I drive us to Daniel's place ... well, OUR place now. As I drive up the road, there's a slightly familiar car parked on the roadside, in front of the house. I can't quite place it, and I shrugged it off as I pulled into the garage.
It's about 1015, and we're both a little tired from travel and our early morning. We walk in through the living room, then enter the kitchen to see a nearly naked man with his head in the fridge.
Daniel cocked his head and looked over at me with an expression of `What the fuck?'. I suddenly recognized the intricate dragon tattoo on our unknown guest's ribcage, and I couldn't keep the grin off my face.
"Hi Saul." He jerked and nearly hit his head. He stood quickly, his gray eyes wide in surprise. He wore only a pair of boxers, and I couldn't help but notice how well he filled out the shorts.
"Ah!" He looked down at himself. "Shit." He tried to cover himself up with his hands, but realized that futility of that, and dropped them back to his sides. His body was sculpted from many years of faithful yoga practice, and he was definitely easy on the eyes. "Uh, aren't you guys supposed to be back tomorrow?" He blushed red, from the top of his head to his neck and he bit his lip.
Daniel looked over at me, the question obvious. I grinned. "That'd be a no. We were always due back today." I motion at Saul. "Daniel, this is Saul. A co-worker of mine, who ... happens to know Martha?" I more asked that last part, and looked at Saul.
The guilt on his face was exquisite. "Ah, yeah." He rubbed the back of his head, and walked over. He put his hand out. "Saul. Sorry to meet like this."
Daniel smiled back with a bemused expression and shook his hand. "Daniel. And hey, it's no problem for me." He winked at Saul with a grin, which only increased the blush on Saul's face. At that moment Martha entered from the kitchen slider. She was dressed in what looked to be Saul's t-shirt, and her underwear. She stopped dead in her tracks as she witnessed the scene.
"Hi Martha!" I smiled broadly, and waved. Saul looked over his shoulder at her and gave a guilty, watery grin.
She closed her eyes, shook her head, and just walked back out the slider without a word. Daniel and I laughed while Saul glared at me, then he smiled. He shook his head with an chagrined grimace. "Well ... I'd better go put on some clothes."
He turned and followed Martha out the slider, no doubt on the way to her cottage that's past the hot tub out back.
I turned and looked at Daniel who had crossed his arms and looked expectantly at me. "I take it that was what you were up to when we were on the way to your sister's?" He rubbed his chin. "And I suppose that'll be Martha's plus one at the party New Year's Eve."
I bit my lip and nodded. "Yeah ... that turned out waaaay better than I thought!"
Daniel cracked a smile and threw his head back in a laugh. Then he put his arm around my shoulders. "Martha's face. Dear god. I think we're lucky looks can't kill. We all would have been dead!"
We both giggled over poor Martha's embarrassment, and went to go put away our traveling clothes and luggage.
When we came back into the kitchen Martha was dressed and busy at the counter, prepping some chicken. She looked over her shoulder at us, and despite herself cracked into a smile. She shook her head. "Okay. Can we just get the ridicule done and over so we can move on?"
Daniel huffed. "Well, it's not fun if you ask for it!" He pulled up a seat to the island and grinned at her. "Where'd he go anyway?"
"He's getting his stuff together. He doesn't want to impose, so he's gonna take off."
"Martha, would you like him to hang out? He could have lunch with us." Daniel asked, and looked at her with ... I don't know ... something like the same love I have for my sister.
She frowned, and her mouth worked. Her eyes flicked back and forth between us. "Yeah? That'd be okay?" I nodded. It was fine with me.
"Well yeah." Daniel smirked. "We have to decide if this guy's good enough for you."
She laughed, but she wiped her hands on a dish towel. "Let me ask him." She couldn't keep the excitement out of her voice, and left through the back door.
I leaned into Daniel. "You're a good friend to her."
He made a `harumph' noise. "Of course. She deserves that from me." He turned his head, looked into my eyes and then kissed me. It was sweet and slow. His hand found the back of my head, and the kiss continued. As we kissed I put my hand on his waist, and I slipped it up under his t shirt. My fingers found his nipple and I pinched it gently. He inhaled at that.
He pulled away and looked at me. A familiar fire had sparked in his green eyes. "Come on."
I let him lead me by the hand out of the kitchen into the bedroom.
We entered, and he shut the door. Then he turned and looked at me through hooded eyes. "I was planning to edge you for an hour." He took a step, and his chest and groin were against mine. My breathing picked up. His voice was deep and carried his desire. "But I can't wait that long." He rubbed a finger down my spine, till it dipped below my waistline. I inhaled as it went down my crack.
"How does this feel?" His voice was almost hypnotic. "You still hurt?" His finger rubbed my hole gently, and I frowned as I assessed my readiness. He gently put some pressure on me, and his finger slid inside up to his first knuckle.
"Oh." I nodded. "It's ... it's okay." I grinned. "Just use lots of lube."
He licked the side of my neck and it sent a shiver up my spine. "Good." He put his lips to my ear and whispered, "Because, I just want to lick, and bite, and fuck."
I swallowed. "O ... okay." My voice was breathless, and I reached for him. We kissed, and our clothes began to hit the floor. It was hurried, needful, and once we were naked, Daniel forced me down onto the bed on my back. He took his position, kneeling between my legs, and pulled on me till my hips rested against his knees.
He wasted no time with the lube either. We both got a generous dose, and he pushed himself against me. I pulled him down and kissed him. He grunted as the head of his penis entered and I broke our kiss, threw back my head, then I felt his teeth on my exposed neck. He bit hard enough to cause me to hiss - but not enough for me to tell him to stop. The minor pain added to the sensations, and enhanced my need for him. Just when the pain was beginning to crest, he stopped biting, and licked me instead. All the while his cock was slowly disappearing into my body.
I groaned as he bottomed out. My dick was like steel, and lay oozing between us, against my furry belly. He pulled back to look at me. And I lay there, mesmerized by his emerald gaze.
"You are mine." His eyes were so intense. "And I am yours." His hips began to move and I had to agree with him.
"I am yours." I licked my lips, reached up and put my hand on the back of his neck. "And you are mine." He grinned fiercely and nodded, while his body continued to make love to me.
I reached for my cock and he pulled my hand away. Instead he wrapped it in his strong grip and stroked me. He stared into my eyes, and I simply couldn't look away from him. My god, he's beautiful. He's beautiful, and he's mine.
My dick drooled precome and it ran down his fist, lubing me even more. He kept nice long thrusts, his cock nearly leaving me, and then plunging back to tap my prostate each time. It was a recipe to get me off ... and fast.
He didn't seem close yet, but I sure was. I reached and put my hand on his wrist. "I ... I'm gonna come, really soon." He smiled, and kept pumping. The tempo of his pelvis increased, and his stare took on a purposeful appearance as he concentrated on getting off.
I watched as his face morphed to aggressive, animalistic need. It was raw, and primal, and I loved it. His eyes were predatory now ... like the powerful green of a tiger's.
"Ahh... ah god." My limbs moved of their own volition under him. I heard him growl, and he leaned down. His teeth again found my neck, and he latched on. I spasmed and couldn't help but cry out. My load erupted from me and smeared itself between our bodies that pressed and rubbed together. I moaned as I continued to get off. I felt his cock as it pulsed within me. He breathed heavily, and began to lick my neck as his orgasm finished.
He breathed against my neck, then kissed it. He raised himself up and looked at me. "You okay?"
I smiled up at him and nodded. "A tiny bit sore. But it's good."
He smiled back. "Good." I noticed his eyes glance at my neck and he bit his lip. "Ah, okay. Let's clean up." He pulled out and reached to help me up.
I took his hand, and we stood up by the bed. As he started to go to the bathroom I pulled him back to me. "How bad did you mark me?"
He cringed and smiled apologetically. "Uh ... not TOO bad?" I really didn't like how that sounded like a question.
I grabbed his hand and led us to the bathroom. He trailed behind, not quite resisting, but definitely not eager to follow. I got to the bathroom and flipped on the light. "Daniel!" There was a really dark, large mark on my neck. I had stitches and my nearly healed injury on one side, while the other bore what amounted to a big hickey.
He hunched his shoulders and cringed. "I'm sorry!" He grimaced. "I may have gotten just a little carried away."
I probed the mark and hissed. "You bruised me!" I glared at him through the mirror. "Man, this is going to take a week to heal!"
Daniel was quick to try and resolve the issue. "We'll just make sure you have collared shirts!" He put his arms around me. "It'll be fine. Nobody will even notice!" He glanced worriedly at the mark again, then looked back at my eyes. "Here, I'll set out a nice high collar shirt for you. We can try it on Martha and Saul."
I shook my head as he ran into the bedroom to look for a shirt. I took one more look at the mirror, sighed, then started the shower. Apparently we're teenagers instead of adults. Though, I DID let him do it.
We took our shower and after he helpfully assisted while I put on my shirt. He buttoned it all the way, and it just barely covered the mark - as long as someone was looking at me head on, and at a distance greater than 4 feet.
"If ANYBODY my height or taller steps close, they'll be able to see it Daniel." I looked in the mirror and examined my situation. Then my gaze landed on him. He looked appropriately sorry, and his eyes pleaded for forgiveness. I sighed. "It's fine. People will probably see it, but ... oh well."
He hugged me from behind and nuzzled my neck. "Sorry. I didn't mean to mark you Wayne."
"I know." I turned and gave him a quick kiss. "It's all right. Let's go find Martha and Saul."
We finished dressing, and we made our way to the kitchen. Saul was helping Martha finish up a lunch of Santa Fe style chicken with homemade salsa, and Greek Yogurt instead of sour cream. Cilantro brown rice, and a side of sliced mango completed the meal.
Saul turned when we entered. He wore jeans, a t-shirt, and his regular boots. "Hey guys." He finished chopping the cilantro and tossed it into the brown rice. "You're sure you don't mind me hanging out?"
"Nope. Not at all." Daniel smiled. He looked back and forth between Saul and Martha. "And ... you're helping prep a meal." He grinned as Martha glanced at him. "So you're earning your way."
"Well, that's no trouble." Saul obviously had not experienced Martha's territorial attitude about her kitchen duties. He went back to helping, while Daniel and I smiled knowingly at one another. Martha noticed and rolled her eyes with a small smile, but she went back to her prep without a word.
I'm finishing my entry now, as lunch is just about ready to be served. Fun day!
Till next time.
Daniel 30 December 2017, Saturday 312 AM Daniel's Place
I wake to Wayne shivering and covered in a cold sweat.
"No. No." Wayne begins to claw at his neck, and I quickly put my hand over his wound. His fingernails scrape the skin on my hand, and then he grabs it forcefully. He grips hard, and one of my fingers pops.
"Hey." I whisper in his ear. "Wayne, wake up boy." I frown and nuzzle him from behind. I hate that he's dreaming about this again. "Wake up Wayne. It's a dream." I watch for flailing limbs like last time.
I'm a little surprised at his grip strength. The cords of the tendons of his arm stand out in stark relief and I grip back just enough to avoid having him crush my hand. He still shakes. "Wayne." My voice is more firm and a little louder. "Wayne, wake up."
He starts and I hear him take a sudden breath. He swallows. "Daniel?" His voice is small, and scared, and I felt the need and instinct to protect him kick in. He is mine ... and I am his.
"Hey." I take my hand off his neck and rub his sweaty chest. "You're fine. You're here with me." I kiss the nape of his neck and taste the salt on his skin.
He takes a deep, shaky breath and runs a hand over his chest. "Ugh ... I'm wet." He starts to get up. "I need a towel."
"I'll get it love. Stay there." I get up, walk to the bathroom and find a towel. I come back quickly and he's sitting up in bed. He stares at me, his face forlorn and his beautiful brown eyes upset.
"I'm sorry." He sheds silent tears, and he reaches to wipe them away. "Sorry." He shakes his head, frowns and points his face down. As if this trauma was some sort of thing he should be ashamed of. Trauma he endured because of his association with me - because of his love for me.
I put the towel around his shoulders, and I slip onto the bed behind him. His back is against my chest, and I pull him back, so he's laying down against me. "You don't have to be sorry boy." I don't know where "boy" came from ... but it feels right in this moment. I feel his body shake, and a single sob slips from him. "You're allowed to cry Wayne." I whisper. "It's okay. I'm here, and I'm not going to go anywhere. No matter what."
He turns on his side, his head on my chest, and tears begin to streak down his face. I hold him, and I run my hands through his hair. I know he has to be dealing with the psychological trauma of that day. I silently wish I could do more. But I strive to make sure he knows I'm here for him.
After a few minutes his breathing levels off, and mercifully soon he takes the even, calm breaths of sleep. I continue to gently rub his head, neck and face. I'd do anything to take this burden from him. But I can't. Instead all I can do is hold him.
So I will.