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Daniel 30 December 2017, Saturday 600 AM Daniel's Place
My alarm chimes and I reach to turn it off. Then I go back to spooning Wayne. He slept through it, and I gently rub his back and neck. Usually this has the effect of waking him up nice and slow. But today he keeps sleeping.
I sigh against him and pull myself up as close as I can. He was restless last night, and I want to give him as long as he needs to rest today.
Thanks to the party we have a list of things to do, in addition to our regularly scheduled workouts, and chores. But it can all wait. I don't want to leave him, so I will lay here till he's ready.
"I am yours, and you are mine." I whisper it and rub my stubble against the back of his neck. He makes a little sleepy contented sound, and I smile against him. I plant a kiss on his skin, and I close my eyes.
Soon I slip back to sleep, holding the man I love.
Wayne's Journal - Part 19 30 December 2017, Saturday 1245 PM Daniel's Place
I slept in till just after 7 AM today. When I woke, Daniel was still in bed with me. It felt so nice, with him behind, and holding me so tight. I lay there, listening to and feeling his breath on my neck. I know he had an alarm set, but the room was beginning to lighten from the sun, and I thought maybe we slept through it.
I turned and he woke up. "Hey." He kissed me tenderly, little sweet kisses on my lips, then on my face. His hands ran up and down my back, and I sighed. I loved this time of day. His attention and love almost made the memory of the dream disappear. Almost. He caught my frown.
"You want to talk about it?" He brushed a lock of my short curly hair off my forehead with his strong hand. He left his hand on my head, and his thumb rubbed the side of my face.
I thought about it, then shook my head. "No. Thanks for asking though." I kissed him, then pulled back with a sigh. "I just wish they'd stop." My frown deepened. "I mean, the threat is done. I wish I could stop reliving it over and over."
Daniel nodded. "I know. And you will." He kissed my forehead. "It's gonna take time."
I nodded. "Yeah. I'm not feeling very patient about it." I snuggled close. "Thanks for putting up with me Daniel."
"Hey, don't do that." He squeezed me a little. "This is exactly what I'm supposed to do. I pick you up when you're down. And you pick me up when I am. It's how this works."
I nodded again. "Okay." I swallowed, and kept my emotions in check. "Thanks for loving me."
"Thanks for letting me."
After a few more minutes of kisses, and caresses, Daniel and I got up and dressed for our workout. We could hear Martha in the kitchen, and I caught Saul's voice too. The aroma of coffee was nice. All we had to do today was cardio. Daniel was doing his quick but intense HIIT workout, and I was doing a longer steady state.
We got busy, and soon we were both pouring sweat. Daniel finished after a 16 minute, brutal versaclimber session, and I kept going on the elliptical for another 12 minutes after he was done. While I finished up, he went into the kitchen to discuss the party with Martha.
After my workout was finished, I toweled off, and made my way to the kitchen. There Martha, Daniel and Saul were seated around the island. I joined them with a "good morning".
"Good morning Wayne." Martha said, and Saul raised his coffee cup in greeting. He was still in a t-shirt and sweats. He looked as if he had been sweating, and I found out later he had done his yoga routine shortly after he woke up in Martha's cottage. Martha was going over a list, and I looked at it upside down from my side of the island.
Daniel got up to pour a cup of coffee for me. He remembered I like a little cream, and swirled just the right amount into the cup. I smiled at him when he returned. "Thanks."
He bent and kissed me. "Welcome." He raised his own mug to his lips, and took a sip. Then he examined the list. "So, what do we need Martha?"
She blew out a breath. "There's a bit." She frowned at us. "I'll be going to Cash and Carry for most of this stuff. I'm going to do a prime rib, garlic mashed potatoes, rolls, broiled asparagus, and a spinach/kale salad with walnuts, strawberries, sharp cheddar, and lemon olive oil dressing. Luckily Davis is going to bring all the appetizers he had planned for his party. So no need to worry about that. He's also bringing all the booze he had planned to serve. Since none of us drink that much, we'll definitely have enough alcohol." She tapped her pencil on the list. "I think I'll pick up the ingredients for brownies for dessert."
Daniel nodded. "Menu sounds great. And brownies? I guess tomorrow's dinner is my cheat meal!" He grinned. "What do we need to help with?"
Martha parsed out various tasks, and Saul found himself volunteered to accompany her on the shopping trip. He didn't seem to mind at all. Daniel and I were in charge of getting the house presentable, giving the hot tub a check up, picking up the yard, and anything else that needed doing around the place. Martha runs a tight ship, so there wasn't much to take care of really.
Saul and Martha left to start on their list. Daniel and I then started on our own chores. Daniel took everything but the hot tub. I made quick work of checking it. All that required was replacing a filter, topping it off a little with more water, and checking the chlorine level.
After I was done with that, I figured out how to hook up my phone to the bluetooth sound system in the house. I nodded to myself. Now I'll be able to play music from my phone for the party. We can do whatever flavor of Pandora people want to hear. Since I pay the subscription I don't have to deal with the commercials. So it'll be uninterrupted. Hrmmm ... why not go ahead and play some?
I put on my Bear's Den Pandora station. I've been refining this one for years now, and it plays music I like, almost without fail. Hard to describe the genre that plays on it. Indie and Folk with elements of Country? That's the best I've got. I found a charger, and put my phone on the counter so it could play my music.
Alpha Rev - When You Gonna Run began to play, and I smiled. I began to sing the first few notes along with the music.
That's when it hit me.
I could see the entire thing in my mind's eye. I froze for a moment. Then I scrambled frantically. Pencil. Paper. Now. I found a flattened piece of cardboard from the recycle next to the trash in the kitchen, and a wet erase marker Martha used for her board she writes grocery lists on.
And I began to write. It just flowed, out and onto the weird canvas of the cardboard. I feverishly wrote and wrote. I had to get it before it was gone.
Finally I stopped, and it was all there. I stared at it. And as I did a realization hit me like a thunderbolt.
"I know what this is for." I breathed, and felt the excitement in my mind. I ran my hands over the freshly dried lines. It's perfect.
Then I heard the door as Daniel came back inside, and I flipped the cardboard over. I took it and walked to the recycle, and wedged it back into the box. Daniel entered the kitchen.
"Hey, you all done?" He asked, then he looked up at his speakers. "Who is this?"
"Hey. Yeah, all done." I dusted my hands. "It's a group called Alpha Rev. You like it?"
He listened a little more, and his head moved a bit to the beat. "Yeah. It's different, but I do like it." He smiled. Then he looked at the recycle. "Oh, I'll take that down" He stepped toward the box to take it out to the curb and toss into our curbside recycle bin.
"Ah, I've got it." I picked up the recycling. I jerked my head at the back. "Can you make sure I got the chlorine levels right in the hot tub?" I walked toward the front door with my prize.
Daniel nodded. "Yep. Be right back."
We both left the house, and when I got to the curb I pulled my poem from the the recycling. I tossed the rest into the bin, then ran back up to the house and dashed into the garage. I looked around for some clever place to hide it till I could recopy it. My eyes landed on a piece of carpet Daniel uses when he's on his back working on his car. I quickly put the cardboard under it. The carpet covered it fine. No hint anything was underneath.
Then I walked into the house. Daniel was just coming back in from the back slider. "Chlorine looks good." He said, and walked toward me with a smile. Another song had started, this one was by Andrew Belle, a song called The Enemy. Daniel smiled up at the ceiling where the sound flowed down onto us. "This is really good music."
I closed the distance and put my arms around him. We swayed to the music. "I was thinking we could just play my Pandora during the party."
He smiled and nodded. I put my head against his neck. "Yeah. This station sounds great. It's not overpowering, but it's interesting if people stop to listen to it. Just play this." He ran his hands up and down my body and I melted into him. He held me, and I felt safe. I felt loved. As we moved back and forth, he whispered into my ear. "You know ... if you don't feel up to it, I'll tell Davis it's off. Just say the word."
I looked up at him, and I couldn't help but marvel at his heart and his concern. "I ... I really don't know what I've done to deserve you." I reached and rubbed his face, his eyes closed at my touch, and he smiled.
"Just being you." He turned his head and kissed my hand.
I laughed, a small sound of happy disbelief. I put my head back against him. "I'm fine Daniel. It'll be good to be around people."
It felt good to simply be with Daniel, to touch him, and for him to hold me. His hands didn't wander anywhere that might start a fire, and I could tell he was trying to avoid pressuring me into sex - maybe afraid I wasn't ready after my dream. I smiled against him. He really is a good guy.
"So, who's going to be at the party Daniel?"
He cleared his throat, and all the while we kept moving to the music, slow and unhurried. "You, me, Martha, Saul, Davis, Anna ... and there's this kid I wanted to invite. Guy named Grayson. Young, pretty sure he's gay. New client. He seems ... I don't know ... lonely? Sad? I just wanted to see if he'd want to hang out."
"That's it?" I felt relieved it wasn't going to be a huge crowd.
"Yeah. It's last minute. Most people already have plans. And I didn't want to stress out Martha."
I laughed. "Probably smart." I smiled at him. "Sounds like a plan. Invite this Grayson guy, see if he's got anything else going on."
He nodded. "I will." He squeezed me. "But for now, I'm busy dancing with my fiance."
I grinned against his neck and I kissed him there. "You know, I'd be really happy if you would take me to bed and make love to me."
He pulled back and looked at me, his eyes a little concerned. "Are you sure? You're really okay?"
I nodded. "I really am."
He smiled fondly at me. He took my hand and led me to our bedroom. Thanks to his speaker system the music was throughout the entire house, and now The Decemberists - Make You Better played softly.
He stripped us both, and I let him. Between articles of clothing he gently kissed me, and it woke both our bodies in a slow and sensual way. His touch was light on my skin, and he looked at me with such love.
We mostly seem to take turns with penetration ... but he could tell, tonight, I wanted him to make me his. I wanted him to take me. He read me perfectly. He knew what I wanted - what I needed from him.
He lay me down on my side, and he lay down behind me - almost spooning. His lips lay sweet, soft kisses on the back of my neck and my shoulders. There were no teeth today. There was no beast today. His hands ran up and down my body, and I breathed deep and slow as I enjoyed every moment he spent on me.
I heard the lube bottle, and he warmed it in his hand for a few moments. Then he applied it to me, his touch easy and light. He put some on himself too. Then he did something I've never done before.
From laying on my side, he rolled my hip halfway, and bent my knee while my upper body stayed on my side. He was up on his knees. Then he put one of his knees in the crook of my leg. I felt his penis press against and then begin to enter me. I breathed and relaxed around him to make the penetration easier. Then he reached under my leg, and I realized he could screw me and stroke my cock at the same time.
This was a whole new angle, literally. And it felt amazing. "Whoa." I swallowed. "This feels REALLY good."
"Heh. Yeah?" His tone said he knew it would feel great. "This is a fun position. Though you may not last long this way." He rubbed my back. "You alright with that?"
"As long as you get off, I'm gonna be fine."
"No problem there." He let his pelvis move, and his hand gripped me and followed in time. I immediately oozed a big drop of precome, and I moaned. His pace was slow, gentle, and I could tell he was trying to make it last.
"God, I love you Wayne." He rubbed my neck and my head with his free hand, and his touch was so wonderful paired up with how his cock made me feel.
I began to gasp under him. He was right. This was pushing me to finish really fast. I tried to grab his wrist. "Ahhh. Ah Daniel. Stop. I ... I can't ..." Before Daniel could react I grunted and exploded all over the bed under me, and Daniel made a little surprised noise as he milked the rest of the fluid out of me. Every contraction of my body was intense, and incredibly pleasurable. Something about that angle really did it for me. I finished with a shudder.
He laughed quietly, his cock still inside me. He gently patted my side. "Well, that was definitely pretty fast."
He hadn't gotten off yet. I pushed myself up, forcing him to sit back. Then I turned on my belly. "Climb on." I wiggled my furry butt at him. I didn't have to tell him twice. He made a happy noise, and he quickly clambered aboard.
His dick found its way back inside me and his arms snaked under mine. His hands rested gently on my neck and shoulders, and his hips moved against my rear. He breathed in my ear, and he kissed the side of my neck.
He picked up speed. His breath came heavier and in gasps, and then the inevitable release began. He pushed deep into my body, and his cock twitched with each shot. He grunted, and then he finally stopped moving with a contented sigh.
We lay there a moment. I got the distinct impression Daniel could fall asleep with his cock buried in my ass. "Daniel?"
"Hmmm?" He rubbed his face against the back of my head and neck. I could hear him smile.
I couldn't really move with him on top of me. I patted his arm. "You gonna let me up?"
He sighed. "I'd love to just stay here." He wiggled his hips forcing his penis to move around inside my now sensitive rear.
I laughed. "Not an option big guy."
He groaned, and kissed the side of my face. Then he finally disentangled himself and helped me stand.
"Come on." He smiled, and led me by the hand to the shower.
After we cleaned up Daniel went to his media room to check on his forum and do some email. I sat to journal. And now I need to stop to read a chapter in my ACE manual. So I'll get started on that. Been slacking a bit on my studying, and I need to step it up.
Till next time.
Wayne's Journal - Part 19 (cont) 30 December 2017, Saturday 750 PM Daniel's Place
Been a bit of a busy day!
I had just finished up studying, when Martha and Saul returned early in the afternoon with their groceries. Martha immediately began to prep (with our help) for the party. I know she felt the time crunch, because she actually allowed all of us to help her.
I was assigned mixing a list of salt, spices and herbs for her rub that was destined for the prime rib. She actually sent me to the yard to grab fresh rosemary from a large bush of the stuff that grows out back. Felt a little like I was out foraging!
Saul was tasked with peeling then boiling potatoes for Martha's garlic mashed potato dish. While he did that Martha mixed the dough she would need to make her rolls tomorrow. After that was done she set it aside to rise in a big metal bowl. Apparently it'd need to be taken out later, kneaded again, then back into the bowl for more rising.
I'm glad Martha's in charge of the kitchen. I'd have bought something frozen from the store and called it good. But then again, I'm really not a baker. Martha's on a different level when it comes to food prep of all sorts.
After a couple of hours just about everything we could prepare ahead of time neared completion.
Saul put the finishing touches on his baking dish of garlic mashed potatoes and covered it with aluminum foil. Martha held the fridge door, and he slid it onto a rare empty spot on a shelf.
Martha had a satisfied expression. "Thanks guys. This got knocked out faster than I thought. Now tomorrow I just gotta toss the prime rib, rolls, asparagus, and potatoes in the oven, mix up the salad, and it's done. Dessert can be done while the party is going. No problem. Davis is bringing the apps over right from his place, so they'll still be warm." She looked around at all of us and nodded. "Yeah. We're set."
Daniel grinned. "Done!" We all celebrated with high fives. It felt good to be ahead of the game, and I could tell Martha was happy.
Saul ran home after we finished up. He had chores to do at his place. Then he was coming back to spend another night with Martha. Daniel had already told her that it'd be fine if he wanted to come back and hang out. "Martha, that cottage is your place. If you want him there, then that's fine."
That earned Daniel a rare "Martha Lopez hug". She's such a stoic badass, when she shows emotion it throws me a little. And it stands out in the best of ways.
I still don't know the full story behind Martha and Daniel. He treats her as his equal, not as his hired help. Yeah, she does the work of housekeeping, and cooking. But Daniel is not "in charge" of her in the regular sense. I'll eventually find out what's up there. They're good for one another, that's obvious. And that's enough for me - at least for now.
Daniel again retreated to his office to get in as much work as he could before tomorrow rolled around. Instead of doing my studying, I sat at the kitchen island and looked at Martha as she put a few dishes away. "So, things going well Martha?" It was a loaded question and she knew it.
She looked over her shoulder with a smirk. "Yep." Then she went back to her chore.
She was having none of it. "Awww Martha." I groaned. "Come on. Give me a little here." I smiled at her. "Seem to be getting along well with Saul."
She didn't even turn this time. "Yep!" She continued putting dishes away.
I sighed. I wasn't gonna get any sort of information or gossip out of this one. I stood up to go study. Just as I was about to leave the kitchen, "Hey Wayne." I turned and Martha is smiling, just slightly at me. "Thanks for the tip about the sci-fi movies." She grins for just a second, then turns back to the dishes.
"Uh, yeah. You're welcome." I smile, happy to have at least a little nugget from her, and I leave the room. I go to my favorite study spot in the armchair in the living room.
And of course after an hour of studying I'm writing in my journal. Saul has returned, and is sequestered with Martha in her cottage. Daniel just got off the phone with Grayson, and it sounds like he's planning to show up. Now Daniel and I have moved to the couch, and his legs are on my lap while he reads, and while I write. I'm so comfortable, and relaxed and just ... happy. I wish my dreams would stop. But ... other than that I feel like my life is close to perfect.
Tomorrow's the day! Our first hosted event together. I'm looking forward to so many more of those with Daniel.
Heh. It's 830 now, and Daniel keeps hitting himself in the face with his book because he's dropping off. I have to get us both to bed.
Till next time.
Wayne's Journal - Part 19 (cont) 31 December 2017, Sunday 500 PM Daniel's Place
Well, everybody is due at 6 PM. So we've an hour till prime time. Davis and Anna are coming a little early to get the appetizers set up - according to Martha's direction of course. They should be here in a ½ hour. Daniel is walking the property to do a final check on the yard. Martha is finishing up the prime rib, and she put Saul in charge of getting everything else into the oven at the right times.
I set up my music (Lord Huron is on right now!), ensured the TV and the Playstation were both ready for Jackbox, and picked up the house a little. Not much to do, as we pretty much did it all yesterday.
Though ... I did get a chance to stealthily copy my poem into the back of my journal. :-) After I threw away the cardboard it was written on, I reread it a few times and attempted to polish it. I really can't find a way to make it better. I consider it a little gift from whatever muse decides to visit me. It's as if I can glimpse what it's like to be really gifted ... but it's only a glimpse. I fantasize about what it'd be like to be able to write like that all the time. It's hard to even imagine. I wish it wasn't so unpredictable, but I'm glad it strikes me occasionally. That'll have to be enough.
We had a day of complete rest from our workouts. No cardio, no lifting, nothing at all today. But we definitely found time for some fun.
I woke this morning to a full bladder, and the emergency that always presents. I climbed over Daniel who only grunted a little, and I padded naked down the nearly dark hall. I took care of business, and on the way back I met a sleepy Daniel staggering down the hallway. He smiled at me, and he stopped to steal a kiss as we passed.
I heard him start in the bathroom, and I jumped back into bed. I lay across both warm spots, almost corner to corner, because that's the right of the last guy in bed. I lay there waiting for Daniel, and I couldn't help but smile a little in mischievousness.
He appeared in the doorway, and my greedy position on the bed didn't even slow him down. He just climbed over top of me and flopped down. I had made the tactical error of putting my hands under the covers, and now they were trapped under Daniel.
"Noooo!" I laughed and flopped around futilely. His eyes were closed, and he smiled broadly as he bounced a little from my efforts.
"What? Did this not turn out how you planned?" He laughed and jumped as I tried to tickle him from under the blanket. "Oh, we're gonna play that game?"
I suddenly realized I had made a very terrible mistake. I am terribly ticklish! "No! No no no!" I flung my head back and forth. "Wait! I repent!"
Daniel sat up on top of me, his knees on either side of my body, trapping me even better. He slowly raised one stiff finger and his smile turned evil. I stared and pleaded my case.
I licked my lips nervously. "You know ... I think we both have done some things we regre ..." He stabbed his digit into my ribs and moved his fingers against my body. "... ahhhh! Hahahaha!" I thrashed to no avail, and now both hands mercilessly tickled my ribs. "Noooo! Ahhhahahaha!"
Daniel laughed gleefully as he assaulted me. "He's ticklish ladies and gentlemen! Oh, this is awesome!" Tears ran down my face, and I just lay there and twitched, nearly paralyzed with laughter. It's a good thing I peed before this!
After what felt like hours he stopped and looked down at my face. He took on an impish expression. "I LOVE making you laugh." Then he giggled and stuck out his tongue at me.
I caught my breath and did my best to give him an angry look. "Why are you so mean?"
"You started it!" He rolled off of me onto his back, so that his face was at my feet. "Which, frankly is a dangerous thing to do when you're as ticklish as you are!" Then he stretched on top of the covers, still smiling. I couldn't help but notice his half awake cock, only about a foot away from my mouth.
I wormed my way out of the blankets, and pulled myself down so I could reach him. Daniel inhaled as I took his member into my mouth. Then I felt him scoot around a bit, and he did the same to me. I realized this was the first time we had 69'd.
He can deep throat me, and he did, swallowing until his nose was buried in my short pubes. I groaned around his cock as he swallowed repeatedly. The muscular action of his throat felt amazing and I had to pull my concentration back to my own task. I took my hand and rubbed his balls gently, and used my other to stroke his cock, from base to my lips. All the while I sucked on him. He moaned in appreciation, and the vibration in his throat was a new sort of sensation.
He pulled back, took a breath then went back to it. I kept on his, and I could already taste his precome. He liked what I was doing, and that made me happy. I pulled off, quickly licked a finger then dove back on him. The finger found his ass, and he twitched when I pressed against him there. He came up and groaned as I slipped my finger inside him. Then he went back down on me. He repaid the favor with his own finger, and I felt him hook it so he pressed on my prostate. That shot an electrical jolt straight to my cock head, my eyes rolled back and I nearly came immediately.
I felt Daniel begin to tense up and I pushed my finger as deep as I could inside him. He pulled back so he could breathe, now just sucking me and not deep throating. And he made a noise as his first shot hit the back of my throat. I wiggled my finger inside him while my mouth worked, and Daniel seemed to forget what he was doing as his orgasm raged. He lay there moaning and sort of twitched with my dick in his mouth as he emptied his load.
He finished and I swallowed it all. He then turned around, and pushed me onto my back. He knelt between my legs, pulled me so my pelvis tilted back and put his still hard, slick cock against me. And I was surprised when he pushed it inside me. While the head was inside, in a display of great flexibility he was able to get about three inches of my dick in his mouth.
"Whh... whoa." I sat up and looked at him in fascination. His mouth worked what it could, and his hand stroked the rest of me. "Ahhh. Ah fuck." My head dropped to the pillow. He pushed with his hips a tiny bit, and his cock slid back and forth, while he sucked me. That was too much.
I made a groaning sound and I got off. Daniel sucked and fucked. It was the most intense thing I had ever felt physically, and I lay there in an orgasm fueled sort of rapture - totally consumed by the physicality of it. When I finally stopped coming, he pulled out and raised his head to look at me. I was still lying there, dazed, but I managed to raise my head and look back at him.
He grinned and laughed. "You okay?" He rubbed my leg with obvious affection.
"Yeah." I blinked. "Wow." Then I dropped my head back to the pillow.
Daniel lay on the bed beside me and grabbed his phone on the bedside table. "Ah, it's a little after 6. We don't have to workout today. Wanna lay here for a while with me?"
Of course I did. We took turns spooning one another, and rubbing our hands on the other's body. We talked about our plans for the party, and started the day as relaxed as a couple of guys can be.
We eventually got up, and took a leisurely shower together. We both woke up a bit in there, but decided to save additional ardor for later. Though there was quite a bit of touching and teasing from us both.
We finally got on with the day. Coffee, social time with Martha and Saul, regular chores, and a few last minute things to do before the party. Now it's about time for Davis to arrive, and after that it'll be party time!
I'm going to get up off the couch and make myself useful.
Till next time.
Wayne's Journal - Part 19 (cont) 01 January 2018, Monday 910 AM Daniel's Place
Well, we made it to the new year. And boy, what a crazy night getting there!
Around 530 yesterday evening Daniel's friend, Davis shows up. This dude is built like a bunker. I thought Daniel is a big guy, but Davis looks like he could snap him like a twig. He's only about 5'8", but he's WIDE. Really broad at the shoulders, down to a tapering waist, and tree trunk legs. His arms are each bigger than both of mine together. He has brown eyes, and his head is shaved clean. He might be late 20s, early 30s. Hard to tell with the shaved head. I admit, I gawked a little at him.
"Soon as Wayne puts his tongue back in his mouth I'll introduce you." Daniel had just led Davis and a pretty blonde woman into the house. They all looked at me, bemused with my lack of subtlety and manners.
"Ah, I'm sorry." I stepped forward and put out a hand. "Let me help you with that." I took a tray of appetizers from Davis and led them into the kitchen. Martha and Saul were both in the room, and we quickly went through introductions.
I knew who Davis was just from Daniel's description. His girlfriend, Anna was beautiful and poised. Blonde, green eyes, and in great condition. Not stuck up, but I could tell she wasn't your regular country girl. She had been raised with some training in etiquette and I found that interesting. I also watched Martha interact with Davis. It was almost as if they could both sense a kindred and dangerous soul locked in the other. Each weighed the other carefully before Martha finally smiled which was returned by Davis.
Sorry Davis. It comes down to it, my money's on Martha.
As we chatted in the kitchen I realized only one other person was coming, and I laughed. "We're all here already, except for Grayson." I noticed Davis had placed various bottles of alcohol on one end of the island. "Feel free to start - everybody. Grayson can catch up." I pulled the mixers Martha had purchased and put them out for everyone to use along with the booze. I made myself a tonic with a heavy dose of lime. I know ... I'm a partier.
Conversations sparked up between people, and I watched the small group interact. I loved this. I love small, intimate gatherings where I can get to actually know those around me, and not just disappear into a crowd. I'm an introvert. I can pass myself off as socially capable in a group if I must, but I don't like to around a bunch of people I don't know.
After a few minutes, and after a few drinks were poured we made our way to the living room. I remembered my music, and I started playing my Bear's Den station. It was turned low, and created a nice background sound for our gathering.
I turned on the Playstation and the TV in case anyone wanted to play games. Martha, Saul, Laura and I started a round of Quiplash while Davis and Daniel chatted. I heard them talking shop, and shook my head with a smile.
A few minutes into our game (we were all losing badly to Saul), the doorbell rang. Daniel opened the door, and I heard him greet our last guest.
I paused our game, and we all stood up. The young guy Daniel led inside was a thin fellow. He looked to be about 5'9", 150 lbs maybe. In his early 20s. Brown hair, brown eyes. He wore nice thick framed glasses that suited his face. He struck me as an intellectual, and a bit mousy. Not a bad looking guy. He seemed a little nervous though.
"Uh hi." He waved at everyone. "I'm Grayson." We all introduced ourselves, and Daniel took him into the kitchen to show him where the appetizers and the drinks were.
We got back to our game, and soon enough lost miserably to Saul. He cackled with glee and got up for another drink. Most of us decided it was a party, and that we'd partake in a bit of alcohol. I would have a drink later in the night. My tolerance is low, so I was going to pace myself.
I left the folks in the living room as they chatted and ambled into the kitchen. Daniel stood to the side of the island and examined the appetizers available while Grayson poured some gin into a glass of ice, and then followed that with some tonic. He looked up at me and smiled. "Thanks for the invite guys. Appreciate it."
"Sure." I sipped my virgin drink. "Wasn't sure if you had other plans, but glad you could make it."
"Yeah, it's good to get out of the house." He ran a hand through his hair. "Randy and I don't really get out much."
"Randy?" Daniel asked.
"Ah, yeah. My boyfriend." Grayson sipped his drink, then he immediately took a bigger drink. He sighed as if he really needed it.
"I didn't know you had a boyfriend. You could have brought him." Daniel said.
"Oh no." Grayson said quickly. "No. It's totally fine. He just wanted to stay home." He took another sip, then jerked his head. "I'm going to check out the games. Thanks again for inviting me." He left and made his way to the couch where a new team had gathered to play.
I smiled at Daniel. "Sounds like Grayson really needs a night away."
Daniel nodded. "Sounds like it." He looked at the bottle of gin. "Well, he's got a healthy dose of booze. That should help a bit."
"Yep." I put my arm around Daniel's shoulder. "Come on. Let's check out how they're doing against Saul."
We watched games, rotated in and out, and everyone was slowly getting more loosened up and animated as they had another drink. I noticed Grayson had another stiff gin and tonic in his hand as he sat back on the couch.
"Hey. Grayson may have to spend the night." I whispered to Daniel, and I nodded at Grayson as he played with the others
"We've got the bedrooms. That's not a problem." He kissed my head. "Invite said folks could stay over if they needed. Davis and Laura are drinking pretty heavy too. No biggie."
The game finished and Martha stood up. "Okay folks I'm going to serve up dinner. Come on into the kitchen and we'll eat. If you're ready that is."
The torturous smell of prime rib in the house definitely whet our appetites, so we all followed her into the kitchen.
Martha served the meal, assisted by helping hands passing items around the table. Salad, asparagus, mashed potatoes, and the star of the show; herbed and salted prime rib.
After she served she pulled a baking pan of unbaked brownies out of the fridge, and loaded it into the oven. She set a timer, and sat down to her meal.
We all dug in. The food was excellent, and Martha blushed as the compliments flowed. That prime rib was amazing. Salty, herby, done to perfection. It's also way more fatty than most of us are used to, but wow ... what a treat.
Her timer went off sometime during the meal, and she took the brownies out of the oven. They cooled on the island while we finished up. I noticed both Davis and Grayson got themselves another drink as well. Yeah, they were definitely not driving anytime soon.
It was just after 745 when Martha cut the brownies. They were loaded with chocolate and peanut butter chips. I LOVE chocolate and peanut butter together. So I couldn't resist a whole piece. Daniel grinned at me as I started in on it, and I just shrugged. I don't care if he judges me!
After dessert we all groaned over our full bellies. Martha began to clean up, and Saul stood to help her. She waved anybody else off.
"You guys relax. The hot tub is up to temp if anybody is interested."
Grayson perked up. "Hot tub? Really?"
Davis grinned. "Yep. It's a nice one." He stood. "Anna? Wanna hit the tub? I brought my shorts just so we could."
"That sounds great." Anna stood up with him. "My last session about killed me. I swear our trainer is trying to give us all heart attacks." Anna is a big crossfit fanatic, and it's obvious from her physique that it agrees with her.
"Ahhh ... I didn't bring a suit." Grayson frowned.
Daniel shrugged. "We've got trunks you can use. You'll have to tie them up to make sure they don't slip off ya, but yeah. It'll work."
"Or go naked." Davis waggled his eyebrows and Grayson blushed, but he smiled. He was definitely loosened up. "Though if you do, so will we." He grinned. He turned to Daniel. "Hey, gonna get changed. Can we use a room?"
He and Anna went with Daniel to an extra bedroom, and then Daniel took Grayson to ours. A few minutes later they all walked back into view dressed in trunks, and a bathing suit. I followed their example, and got into a pair of my own shorts.
On the way back, I stuck my head into the kitchen. "Martha, Saul ... come on. Hot tub."
Looks like they were just finishing up with the dishes. "Yep, we'll be there." Martha said. I nodded and walked through the back slider to see four heads sticking above the steaming, frothing water in the tub.
A collective sigh went up from all of them, and there were relaxed smiles all around. Grayson, Davis, and Anna all had drinks on the side of the tub, easily within reach while they enjoyed the water. I scampered across the cold wet deck with my bare feet, and tossed my towel on the bench that's beside the tub. I quickly got into the water between Daniel and Anna, and let loose a sigh of my own. It felt great, and was a contrast between the cool, moist 45F degree air.
"Fuck, I need this." Davis rolled his shoulders as a jet pounded on his shoulder blade. He looked over at Daniel. "Hey, thanks for offering to host man." He nodded. "Gotta admit, I'm glad how this turned out!"
Daniel laughed. "No problem. It's fun having everybody over." I felt his hand high up on my thigh and he turned to grin at me. Obviously he felt a bit like he was getting away with something.
I smiled back, and leaned over. I gave him a kiss, but nothing too serious. I didn't want to get graphic in front of guests. Davis smiled lewdly. "Hot." Then he laughed. Grayson was sitting beside Davis and grinned too. Anna shook her head.
Martha and Saul appeared, and we all squeezed a bit to make room. As they got in Davis threw his arm around Grayson, much to the small man's surprise. "Gettin' comfortable with each other!" He squeezed Grayson, who looked both worried and pleased at the same time.
"Hey. Don't be getting handsy with the other guests Davis." Daniel pointed. "Anna, control your man."
She rolled her eyes and kissed the side of Davis' face. "There's no controlling this one."
Davis narrowed his eyes. "That's right! I do what I want." He put his other arm around Anna. I was surprised, but he looked very comfortable, and I noticed Grayson seemed alright with it too. Though the thin man did take another long drink.
We hung out for a while in the tub. People would sit on the side as they needed to cool off. And I noticed another thing ... whenever Grayson hauled himself out to cool off, Davis and Anna would too. Davis also chatted with Grayson easily. I glanced over at Daniel, and he had noticed as well. He caught my look and shrugged with a perplexed expression. Every time they got back into the water, Davis' arm went back over Anna and Grayson. And ... now Grayson's arm was around Davis' shoulders too.
I felt a little like I was intruding on a date. But they were both obviously drunk at this point. The hot water didn't do them any favors in that regard either. Grayson was now openly staring at Davis' face, and I thought he was going to kiss him any second. Periodically Davis would look at him, and just grin.
"You guys doing all right?" Daniel stood up. "I've had enough of the tub. You need anything?"
"Nah." Davis smiled. "I'm great, right here." He squeezed both Anna and Grayson. For her part, Anna looked pretty happy too. I know she didn't miss what was going on with Grayson and Davis ... so I was very confused. In fact I saw her sort of checking Grayson out. And there were little touches from her here and there. Nothing overt, but they were also not necessary.
Yeah, they were all drunk.
Daniel and I got out of the tub, followed shortly by Saul and Martha.
We toweled off near the slider and entered into the kitchen. "Whoa." Saul shook his head. "What's going on with that?"
Daniel laughed. "I have no idea." He threw up his hands. "Hey, they're all adults. They can do whatever they want." He frowned. "Though, they're also drunk." He sighed. "Shit. Okay, I'm going to ask them to come in for more games."
Daniel eventually convinced them to come inside. But it took him talking to Davis off on their own. Later I found out Daniel explained to Davis that Grayson had a boyfriend, and that he shouldn't mess around while drunk. "If he goes for it sober, fine. But don't do this right now." Davis grumbled, but agreed. Apparently he and Anna pretty routinely take guys home. Neither Daniel nor I had any idea, but Davis is bisexual, and tends to like small guys just like Grayson.
We all ended up in the kitchen again, and yet another drink was poured for Grayson. Daniel watched and walked up to him. "Hey. You're spending the night here, right?"
Grayson frowned. "Uh ... I'm not supposed to." He looked at his drink. "I should sober up so I can drive." He was slurring, and there was no possible way he would be sober anytime soon.
Daniel gently took the drink from him. "Here. Let's get you some water." He led the slightly unsteady man to the sink and poured a glass for him. Then he watched as Grayson downed it. "All right. I'm gonna show you to a bedroom. You should take a nap. When we're ready to go to bed, I'll wake you up. If you can drive, great. If not you can stay the night."
"I can't stay." Grayson shook his head. "Randy said I have to come home."
Davis was listening. "Fuck this Randy guy." When Grayson turned to look at him Davis smiled. Grayson returned it with a goofy, drunken smile of his own. Saul snickered at the obvious flirting between the two of them, but neither noticed.
Daniel ignored Davis and Saul. "Well, then you'd better go take that nap. Come on." Daniel led him to one of the extra bedrooms, and I went to get his clothes from our bedroom where he had changed into the trunks. Grayson was still in the wet swim trunks, and as I entered the extra bedroom he shucked them. He then climbed onto the bed naked, completely uncaring or oblivious that Daniel and I stood there. He flopped down, sprawled on the blanket and didn't move - he only groaned a little, then was still.
Daniel fished in his pants pocket and took his keys. Grayson didn't even make it under the blanket and was already out. I covered him up, and put him on his side. Then I pulled the trashcan close to the side of the bed - just in case. Daniel jingled the keys. "Yeah, he won't be using these tonight."
I looked at the sleeping man. "So you're not going to wake him up later, right?"
Daniel shook his head. "Nope. He's staying the night. I'm sure Randy will understand." He grabbed my hand and smiled. "Come on. Let's let him sleep, and get back to the rest of them."
It was around 10 PM, and we settled in for more games. This time it was Cards Against Humanity. I love that game! It's so wrong and hilarious. Martha apparently has an inappropriate streak a mile wide, and she easily won the game by gathering seven cards. The next closest was Davis with four.
At this point I was fading fast. It was now only a few minutes till midnight, and I poured a little glass of prosecco for everyone. We gathered in the kitchen around the island and all of us found a glass.
As the clock wound down, we all began to count. Then on the new year, we all kissed our respective partners.
After they pulled away, Saul held up his glass. His arm was draped over Martha's shoulders, and they both looked so good and comfortable together. "I propose a toast." He looked down at Martha, his gray eyes sparkling. "To new beginnings." She smiled at him, and we all echoed the sentiment. "To new beginnings!" The prosecco disappeared, and there were smiles all around.
After an offer for a bed, Anna politely declined. "No, I've not had anything in the last few hours other than water. I'm fine to drive us home." She leaned forward so only Daniel and I could hear. "I'd best get this one out of the same house as Grayson." She grinned. "He'd not be able to sleep knowing he's only a room away."
I smiled and shook my head. "Okay. If you're sure."
Once we were sure Anna was okay, she and a drunken Davis left. After some minor clean up, Martha and Saul retreated to her cottage. And that left us alone in the kitchen.
Daniel yawned mightily then laughed. "Well, THAT was entertaining!"
I joined him. "No kidding." I put my arm around him. We walked down the hall, and we stopped to check on Grayson one more time. He was still in exactly the same position. I ensured he was breathing okay, and we left a glass of water on the nightstand along with two Tylenol. He'd need that I'm sure.
Finally, we went to bed. Daniel rolled into me, pulled me close, and it was only a few moments before we were both out.
We woke at 6. Yeah, it was a little rough to drag ourselves out of bed after only 6 hours of sleep. But we did it. Both of us powered through our routines, and then we took our showers.
It was around 8 AM when we finished, and I knocked gently on Grayson's bedroom door. I didn't hear anything, so I opened it.
"Grayson?" He was still on his side. Looked as if he hadn't moved much. He began to stir a little as I stood by the bed. "You alive buddy?"
He finally opened his eyes and blinked up at me, then his eyes went wide. He sat up, and flinched at the headache I'm sure he had. "Oh shit." He rubbed his face. "What time is it?"
"It's a little after 8. Martha has breakfast made - a little left over prime rib, eggs, and a toasted dinner roll. Just what the doctor ordered for a hangover." I motioned at the water and the Tylenol. "You should probably take that too."
He exhaled, and couldn't hide the worry on his face. "Shit." He took the water, and washed down the pills with a grimace. "Sorry, I don't have time for breakfast." He threw his legs over the side of the bed, noticed his state of undress, and held the blanket over his groin. "Uh ..."
I handed him his underwear, and shirt. "You were pretty drunk last night. Don't worry. You didn't do anything too crazy."
I turned to go. "Your keys are on the kitchen island. See you in a bit."
A few minutes later Grayson appeared, dressed and in a hurry. He thanked us for the invite, and was out the door as fast as courtesy would allow.
Daniel and I shrugged, and went back to eating our delicious leftover breakfast.
Okay ... it's now almost 10 AM, and I've got studying to do.
Till next time.