It was a warm June morning on the Jersey shore. Two figures walked along Interlaken Beach, arm in arm, stopping for an occasional kiss. An Irish setter ran ahead, occasionally stopping to fetch the stick they took turns throwing. They reached an outcrop of rocks and sat down, dangling their feet in the water while the dog waded through the low tide.
“Rick would have been proud of the tour, baby. The songs you wrote for him were evocative. If anyone doesn’t know that friendship is as necessary as love for the human psyche, it’s not for your lack of trying to spread the message.”
“In the end, when it counted, Rick proved a true friend,” Liam said. “His work with Joe brought Joe back from the brink. The funeral was quiet, but dignified. I’m glad he decided to be buried in New Mexico. He was happy there those last few months. Do you think Sam should be going back to New York?”
“Sam needs time to heal. He needs to lose himself in his business for a while. I can’t believe that you actually got J.B. and Joe to join the band.”
“J.B. got bored with the security business, and Joe, I think he got tired of telling stories of life’s seamier side,” Liam answered.
“So you finally got your sax player.” Milo laughed out loud.
“Yeah, but we still need a drummer.”
“I don’t think so,” Milo answered. “Sam will be back. He has his priorities straight now.”
“What about us? Do we have our priorities straightened out?”
“We just got married in Cape Cod, and we’re on our honeymoon in New Jersey, where we built a new beach cottage. How could you ask?”
“I guess I’m asking if you still love me after all this time, or am I just a habit?”
“Baby, you’re not a habit. You’re an addiction and have been since the moment we met.”
“I’ll race you home,” Liam teased.
“I’ll race you to bed,” Milo countered.
Milo carried Liam into the bedroom. He undressed Liam slowly, kissing and licking each part he uncovered. Liam was more in a hurry. He pushed the T-shirt over Milo’s shoulders, followed swiftly by his belt and jeans. Liam placed his mouth exactly over his silk boxers. He carefully pulled down the boxers, with Milo’s help. He crawled to his knees and began to work his way up Milo’s legs with his mouth, placing kisses and soft caresses. When he finally reached the apex of his thighs he started licking the underside of Milo’s balls while moving his hands from their gentle caresses to a firm hold on Milo’s ass. He turned his lover and began to lick and bite Milo’s perineum. Soon his fingers began to roll Milo’s balls.
Lost in his lovemaking, he didn’t hear Milo’s groans of pleasure. “Take me, Liam. I want to feel you so deep inside me that I can taste your balls.”
They’d both been tested, so there was no need for protection. Liam grabbed the lube from the side table. Using his mouth, his thumbs, and his fingers to open the golden ass that held sexual ecstasy, he pushed in slowly.
“Faster, harder! I love you so much, Liam, do not ever let me go!”
They lay together in the aftermath. “Lord, Milo, I thought what we had before was wonderful.”
“Hon, you are still hard.”
“Yeah, that is for you. Baby, you surpassed my highest expectations the night we first made love.” He began to stroke Liam’s back, his touch turning sensual. He kissed his mouth and the nape of his neck. He kissed down the still hairless chest and nipped and sucked Liam’s beautiful nipples.
He moved further down and rolled Liam on his back. “I can always come just watching your face.” Milo grabbed the lube from the side of the bed and lubed his huge cock well. Then he reached for more lube and began to ready Liam to take him.
As he pushed inside he rubbed the hair on his chest over Liam’s. Liam roared with pleasure. “You can’t come yet,” Milo teased.
“Milo!”
Milo reached under the pillow. He slipped something on Liam’s finger, a brilliant gold ring with a square cut diamond flanked by two heart shaped rubies.
Milo started to pound into him. Liam didn’t even have a chance to look. Milo came with an explosion that made Liam come too without Milo ever laying a hand on him.
They lolled in bed for about an hour until time for their walk before dinner.
As they walked down the beach in silence, arms around each other, obviously in love, two teenage boys stopped to look.
“Isn’t that Milo and Liam of Shattered Glass? Yeah, it is. God help me, I want to be that much in love when I marry. They fought for their love, just as someday, we will have to fight for ours, Murphy.”
“Tag, you’re it,” yelled one of the boys as they ran down the beach.
The two celebrities watched from the rocks. Milo said, “I hope it’s easier for them.”
Liam kissed him full on the mouth. “It will be, my darling, because of your bravery. I love you so.”
Milo answered, “And I love you so much more.”
THE END