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Tuesday, September 11, 2001
Tommy arrived at the hotel long before the 3:00 p.m. check-in time, but due to the situation, the staff allowed him to wait and use any of the facilities until they could get his room ready at 1:00 p.m. The bar was definitely out; he didn’t feel like working out and he hadn’t packed a bathing suit for the pool. On the other hand, the hotel had a top-notch spa and a massage might soothe his frazzled nerves.
He paid for a full hour, but when it was over, he still felt antsy. After he tipped the masseuse, he asked, “So what other services does this joint offer?”
* * * *
“TAKE THE NEXT EXIT.” Trisha pointed as she spoke.
Ken grumbled. “I can read a map. I’m not a dummy.”
“Sorry. I’m just anxious. And it didn’t help—you insisting we stop at that McDonald’s.”
“It was the half-way point. You’re pregnant. You needed to stretch, eat and pee.”
She folded her arms over her chest. “Did not, and I don’t require reminders from you about my delicate condition.”
“Oh, you didn’t need to stop? Couldn’t tell by the way you scarfed hat double cheeseburger and fries before washing it down with a strawberry shake.”
She stuck her tongue out at him like a child. “Well, if you were stopping anyway, why I shouldn’t have a bite?” She fiddled with her seatbelt in an attempt to get comfortable. She’d never admit it, but stretching had alleviated the soreness in her back, and the baby had been sitting on her bladder like a block of cement. Normally, she and Ken would be bickering over such trivial things, but somehow, being grumpy felt better than worrying.
As they stopped for the second traffic light since leaving the highway, she staring out the window and frowned. “There sure is a lot more traffic in Houston than what we’re use to in San Antonio.”
“Yep, say what you want about the inner and outer loops, but they keep things moving.” He glanced at her and smiled. “The hotel isn’t far from here.”
She placed her hand on her belly and rubbed. At this point in her pregnancy, her skin had stretched and pulled her navel tight. Driving for hours hadn’t been her brightest idea but since she had no way to gauge how miserable she’d have been if she sat at home waiting for her husbands to come back to her, she was convinced she’d made the right decision. Her stomach was swimming like she’d eaten a live fish rather than a combo meal, but she’d feel better when she saw Tommy and put her arms around him.
“Are you alright?”
“Five by five,” she insisted while fingering the wedding ring hanging from a chain around her neck—she’d had to start wearing it that way when it had stopped fitting her puffy fingers.
As the hotel came into view, Trisha’s heart pounded. She pointed. “There it is! There it is!”
“I see it already. Calm down before you pee your pants.” She threw him a dirty look he didn’t appear to notice as he put on his turn signal. As soon as he found a parking spot, she opened the door.
Ken grabbed her arm. “Can you wait for me to get it in gear?”
She stuck her nose up in the air. “I wasn’t going to jump out before you stopped.”
He threw her a stern look. “Stay put until I can come around and help you. I don’t want you tripping on the asphalt and as worked up as you are right now, that’s exactly what will happen.” Trisha’s nostrils flared as she pursed her lips, but she couldn’t say he was wrong.
She glanced at the time on the truck’s digital display while clutching her purse. The seconds seemed like days. When he finally opened the door, she nearly sprang into his arms. He grabbed her around the waist, holding her steady.
“Careful, it’s okay, baby.” He kissed her on the side of the head before taking her hand in his. The warm clamminess of his palm took her by surprise. Ken was the calm, cool customer in the family. He must have been a lot more shaken than he was letting on.
As soon as they walked through the sliding glass doors, Trisha saw Tommy sitting in the lobby. As she took off running toward him, her flip-flop slid, sending her in a forward momentum.
“Whoa!” Tommy somehow managed to catch Trisha. Ken, who had been right behind her, reached out at the same down grasping her shoulders. Between the two of them, they’d somehow prevented her from knocking the whole couch over.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” She grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him on the lips. “I’m so happy to see you.” Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Ken helped Tommy to his feet before throwing his arms around him and giving him a bear hug. He patted Ken’s back. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”
After she wiped the tears from her eyes, Trisha noticed his blond locks had been cut, and he had a smooth shave. “Wow, you look amazing.”
He touched his hair and gave a bashful, half-smile. “I had some time to blow, and the spa was having a package deal.”
Although Ken was still clutching onto him as if he might suddenly disappear, he scoffed, “Only you would take the time to primp while everything around you is going to shit.”
Tommy squeezed Ken with one arm. “I’m alive and the two people I love rushed to see me. That’s something.”
Trisha covered her mouth, holding back a mixture of sadness and joy. Her feeling were everywhere. Something terrible had happened and there would be repercussions for the entire country for a long time to come, but Tommy had been spared. She could see him, touch him and enjoy his scent. As her relief chased away all the adrenaline that had been driving her, the full weight born of the exhaustion of sharing her body with another person took her strength. “Let’s see if we can check in now. I want to lay down.”
Tommy nodded. “I could use a shower. I feel sticky from all the massage oils.”
Ken rolled his eyes but smiled. “Let’s go.”
After Ken used the key card to open the door and escorted Trisha inside, Tommy put his luggage away in the closet. Ken looked his way and said, “Go ahead and get your shower; I’ll get Trisha settled.”
“Alright then.” Tommy passed by two double beds covered in plush, crisp, white comforters with matching pillows on his way. As he surveyed the huge bathroom with its separate bathtub and shower, his eyes widened. Sheesh...how much am I paying for this room? He stripped off his clothes, leaving them on the floor before turning on the plexiglass-enclosed shower. He let the running water build a full head of steam while he unwrapped a bar of complimentary soap and held it to his nose, breathing in the aroma of white tea until it dizzied him. Now that he wasn’t distracting himself, his brain felt as if it might turn to mush. So many were gone. His stomach churned. A random miracle amid terrible, calculated violence—He could have been on one of the ill-fated planes, but he was alive. Survivor’s guilt clawed at his insides.
After taking a deep breath and exhaling, he stepped under the running water. He closed his eyes as he attempted to process everything that had occurred. No matter how long he lived, he’d never understand the reasons for the events of the day. Tears burned his sight.
As he blinked and focused on the good-looking man staring at him while shedding his clothes, he gasped. “Ken?”
His best friend opened the door. “Mind if I join you?”
Tommy’s lips turned upward. “I’d like that very much. You feeling dirty too?”
Ken slipped inside next to him. “You have no idea.” His husband wrapped his arms around his waist and moved in so close he could smell his raw masculinity. Ken’s breath warmed his face as he closed the gap between their lips before claiming a kiss, lapping at the crease, begging for entrance. Tommy’s eyes snapped shut and his mouth opened providing the access. Ken’s tongue plunged inside, hungrily probing.
Tommy trembled, every synapse in his nervous center firing into a pleasurable chemical overload. While breaking the kiss, Ken placed a palm on each side of Tommy’s cheeks while a tear streamed down his own. “I love you so fucking much. I don’t know what I would have done...”
“Shhh.” Tommy placed a single finger over his friend’s lips. “I’m here. I’m alive.”
“I’m sorry.” More tears stained Ken’s face as he gazed into Tommy’s eyes. “I love you. I’m sorry if I made it seem like I didn’t.” Before Tommy could respond, Ken dove in for another kiss. Tommy’s cock stiffened as he reached under Ken’s arms. He clutched his friend’s muscular back, pushing his fingertips against his shoulder blades. Holding Ken was bittersweet. Would he be doing this if it weren’t for... He lost his train of thought as Ken nuzzled at his neck, his smooth shiny hair brushing against Tommy’s jawline as he did.
Tommy worked up a lather in his hands and then began to bathe Ken. The sexy brunet picked up a washcloth and reciprocated. They kissed and caressed as they washed one another. Tommy’s erection pulled his skin taut as Ken closed his soapy palm around the hilt. As he stroked him in an up-and-down motion, Tommy’s knees weakened. He closed his eyes, groaning as he leaned against the shower’s wall.
As he pressed his palms against Ken’s hard chest, he spread his fingertips and caressed his hot skin. His heart galloping, he could barely catch his breath as he leaned forward and rested his forehead on Ken’s shoulder. He gripped Ken’s hips and nibbled on his neck, tasting his salty-sweet flesh before tracing the definition lines of Ken’s abdomen, committing every inch of skin to his tactile memory. His cock twitched with need as he stood upright, moving his hands to grasp Ken’s firm ass. He glanced at Ken’s silver-gray eyes. “Kiss me again.”
A lopsided smile curved one side of Ken’s mouth as he put his arms around Tommy’s neck. “Where?”
Tommy’s pulse raced and his head dizzied as he prayed this wasn’t some sort of stress-induced dream. He’d wanted Ken for so long. If he woke up and found this wasn’t real, he’d be devastated. Ken’s dark hair felt silky beneath his palm and his body heat warmed him to his core. It had to be real. He panted. “Anywhere...everywhere. Just don’t let me go.”
“Never.” As Ken dipped his head, he dragged his teeth over Tommy’s collarbone before twirling his tongue around the area. Tommy moaned, his skin on fire with a pleasurable tingling as Ken rubbed his chest. He quivered, his erect cock swaying and his head hazy with longing and love. As he looked up at the ceiling and moaned, a powerful aching need filled him. What am I waiting for? I need to take control.
He grabbed Ken’s wrists and pushed them up over his head, holding him against the shower as he kissed his bottom lip first and then nipped at the one above. As Ken opened his mouth, they engaged in a hungry, oral embrace. Tommy devoured him with gusto, wagging and twisting his tongue. He broke the kiss, going for Ken’s neck. He nibbled, sucked, kissed and licked a trail down over Ken’s chest before stopping to lavish attention on one of the tightened, pink nubs. As he teased Ken’s flesh, he delighted in his moans and the guttural sounds caught in his throat.
As Tommy’s dick stiffened and throbbed, he peered at Ken’s and licked his lips. He moved to his knees while licking Ken’s stomach, paying special homage to his navel. The sounds of Ken’s erratic breathing and moaning sent a shiver down Tommy’s back. He lapped at the tip and parted his lips.
“No.” Ken’s voice was low and husky.
“What?” He looked up at Ken with hooded eyes. “But—“
“I want to do it for you.”
Tommy’s eyes widened as a lump formed in his throat. He grasped the hand Ken offered before his friend hauled him back to his feet. He swallowed as Ken knelt, his hot breath covered Tommy’s cock before his lips wrapped around the head. Tommy quivered, tightening his abdomen muscles as he panted. He leaned against the shower and closed his eyes as the heat and saliva varnished his throbbing dick. Forceful currents of arousal surged, stimulating engorgement.
“Feels amazing.” He glanced downward, breathing heavily. His heart turned cartwheels as he bucked his hips in time with Ken’s movements and stroked his soft, black hair. “Are you sure about all this? You don’t have to if you—“ He lost his voice when Ken sucked him in deeper while cupping his balls. “Oh, God.”
Tommy’s desire surged, coiling in his stomach. He wanted to come but at the same time, he wanted to hold on to the feeling for as long as he could. He fought the urge to release, his eyes rolling upward as he panted.
“Stop, Ken. I’ll come.” As accommodating as his friend was being, Tommy half expected to be ignored, but Ken pulled back, releasing him.
“We can’t have you coming too soon. You still need to make love to me.”
Tommy’s head jerked back and his lips puckered as his brows lifted. His nerve ending buzzed like a jumble of live wires, and his heart beat as if it would break through his chest at any moment. He clutched Ken’s forearm and yanked him to his feet before turning him. While leaning down, he planted a sweet kiss on Ken’s shoulder blade and then another one on the small of his back as he stooped.
“What are you doing?” Ken’s voice was breathy and arousing as hell. Tommy spread his friend’s cheeks, exposing the puckered hole within. He glanced upward, watching as Ken placed his palms on the glass to steady himself and arched his back. He pushed his face between Ken’s muscular globes and lapped at his backdoor, slathering it with saliva. Ken squirmed and groaned while widening his stance.
Tommy flickered his tongue back and forth before tracing Ken’s hole in a circular pattern. He tasted and smelled of the hotel’s soap. As he cupped Ken’s balls, they tightened, moving closer to his body. After shoving his face between the smaller man’s cheeks, he worshiped at his opening, coating the rim with a thick layer of saliva.
Ken squirmed and panted. “Hey, the water’s starting to get cold. Let’s move to the bed.”
Tommy stood as Ken turned to face him. “Won’t we wake up Trisha?”
The handsome brunet lifted an eyebrow. “Probably. She’ll be pissed if she doesn’t get to watch anyway.”
Tommy smirked. “True.”
“She has lube in her purse.”
The sides of Tommy’s lips curved upward. He turned off the water before stepping out of the shower and grabbing a couple of the large, fluffy, white towels fom the wall rack. After Tommy dried off, he unfolded one for Ken. As his raven-haired husband stepped out onto the bathmat, Tommy knelt and then patted his feet dry. Moving upward, he rubbed the towel over Ken’s limbs and then between his legs before patting his chest dry. “Your skin is really smooth.”
Ken shrugged. “I’m a fan of lotion.”
“Well, it’s working.” He kissed Ken’s shoulder.
Tommy worked his way up to nibble on his neck, but as Ken stepped away, his heart dropped. He eyed his friends slender back as Ken started to the door, but as he turned and faced Tommy, Ken extended his hand. “Come on.”
A grin the size of Texas spread across Tommy’s face as he followed. Trisha slept soundly as they climbed up on the bed next to hers. Tommy pulled back the covers and Ken reclined on his back. As his best friend turned lover stared up at him, Tommy’s heart leaped into his throat. Even after swallowing, he was still too choked up to vocalize his feelings of joy and love.
He positioned his body over Ken’s before dropping a peck on his lips. He noticed Ken’s misty eyes and his pulse reacted. “Are you okay?”
Tommy gasped as Ken pushed his knee between his legs and ground against his pelvis. “Fantastic.”
He smiled. “I’m going to make you feel even better.”
“Looking forward to it.” Ken licked his bottom lip.
He nuzzled at the corse patch of hair crowning Ken’s long, taupe-colored cock while spreading his friend’s legs. While lapping at the bulbous head, he spread and caressed Ken’s thighs. A bitter taste of pre-cum taunted is taste buds, but the sexy sounds Ken uttered spurred Tommy onward. He slid his palm beneath Ken’s ass, squeezing as he mouthed his dick. As he fluttered his tongue down the length from cap to hilt and then back up to the top, Ken writhed beneath him.
Tommy’s chest filled with pride. He wanted Ken consumed by as much lust and desire as he had for him. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking him in as deep as his throat would allow.
“Ah! Oh, God, Tommy.”
Thick, white cream filled Tommy’s mouth and he swallowed it down before releasing Ken’s cock. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand as he sat upright.
Ken stared up at him. “I’m sorry.”
Tommy touched his chest before running his fingers down to his stomach. “It’s fine. Now, where’s that lube?”
“Here it is?”
Both men turned their heads to see Trisha sitting up on the bed holding the tube as if she’d been waiting for them to ask for it. Any hint of exhaustion had been erased by the healthy pink hue covering her cheeks and the gleam in her eyes. The way she leered with her eyes wide open and her lips curling upward—she might as well have been eating popcorn like she was at the movies. Tommy smiled, repressing the urge to laugh.
“Want to join us?” Ken lifted up on his elbows.
She smirked, shaking her head. “Nah, no sex for me right now, but I do want a closer look.”
Tommy waved her forward as she scooted to the edge of her bed and then climbed up next to them. He tilted his head, placing a kiss on her lips before he took the lubricant from her. As he smeared the thick, colorless substance over his fingers, she lay down next to Ken and draped her arm across his chest. The two shared kisses and cuddled, but Tommy no longer felt jealous.
He reached between Ken’s legs, positioned his index finger against his husband’s hole before working the tip inside up to his knuckle. He paused, listening for any signs of discomfort before plunging the digit deeper. A low grunt followed by a moan passed through Ken’s lips as Trisha crawled toward Tommy. She settled next to Ken’s hip and grasped his thigh, bending his knee as she held his leg splay. Tommy lifted his eyebrows and smiled as he nodded his approval and appreciation for the extra access. He wiggled his finger, feeling around inside until Ken gasped. There it is.
He nudged the sensitive spot deep within Ken while easing a second finger into him. As Ken grunted and gritted his teeth, Trisha squeezed a huge dollop of lube over Tommy’s fingers, and soon Ken was purring again. He glanced toward Trisha’s smiling face, and as if she’d read his mind, she anticipated his next move. As he stretched Ken’s anus with a third finger, she wrapped her lube-coated palm around Ken’s cock and stroked him.
Tommy glimpsed at Ken as he closed his eyes, murmuring the “Mmmm,” sound that only comes from pleasure. The corners of his mouth compressed as his smile widened and his chin lifted. Tommy pumped his fingers slowly, softening Ken’s hole and preparing him. He shared a knowing look with Trisha before applying pressure to Ken’s prostate.
As Ken huffed, Tommy pumped harder until his friend cried out. Trisha bit down on her bottom lip as she glazed Tommy’s cock with lubricant. “I think he’s ready for some of this.” She squeezed the hilt.
Tommy groaned as she released him. “You okay, Ken?”
Ken panted. “Yeah.” He reached down under his legs and grasped his ass, spreading the cheeks and holding them open.
Tommy’s jaw dropped. “Wow.” He moved in and situated the tip at Ken’s entrance before pushing the head inside. As the tight warmth enveloped the tip of his dick, Tommy closed his eyes and moaned. Trisha craned her neck for a better look at the two of them becoming one.
“Oh, my God! This is so hot.” She licked her bottom lip as she panted.
Ken bucked his hips. “You’re welcome to come aboard.”
She snickered as she shook her head. “Watching.”
Unable to hold back anymore, Tommy planted his cock deep inside Ken’s ass, pushing all the way to the hilt. Ken tensed and shuddered with a gasp, and Tommy stilled. “Ken?”
“I’m fine. Don’t stop.” She tone was as urgent as his panting.
Tommy moved his hips slowly, enjoying each plummet and recoil. “Oh, fuck! Your ass is tight.”
Ken shot him a wide-eyed look. “Of course it is.”
Smirking, he bucked his hips, grinding against the snug hold of Ken’s ass. Trisha resumed caressing Ken’s shaft, moving in time with Tommy’s motions. Tommy’s entire body was sweltering as his stomach tightened. His thoughts raced. So good. I’m inside Ken. Amazing. So tight. He’s so hot.
He increased his speed as Ken began to buck with him. He pushed in three hard thrusts before a sexy whim entered his head. He pulled out slowly, and Ken groaned.
“Don’t stop,” Ken begged. Tommy clutched Ken’s shoulder and guided him to turn over.
“Get up on your hands and knees.”
Ken rolled over, arching his back while sticking his ass out. Tommy lifted an eyebrow and grinned as he ogled Ken’s sexy bottom. His knees were wide apart, and Tommy could see his puckered hole twitching between the crevice as his balls hung down between this thighs. He ran his finger down the division and caressed the puckered rim.
“Tommy, hurry up.” Ken tossed a look over his shoulder, his eyes round and bulging as his lower lip pushed up in alarm.
Ignoring Ken’s urgency, Tommy grasped his cheeks. “Why?”
“This position is very embarrassing!”
Repressing a grin, Tommy positioned his cock. As he plunged inside the close-fitting canal, he closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. He held Ken’s hips, thrusting with slow, deliberate movements. Ken pushed back to meet each blow, moaning with pleasure as he did. Tommy increased his speed and force, pounding Ken’s ass. He reached around and palmed Ken’s dick, smirking as he noted the dripping wetness.
As Tommy leaned over his friend’s back, warmth and sweat covered his chest. He lapped at the shell of Ken’s ear as he rammed him. “Do you like being fucked from behind.”
“Shut...your...mouth.” Ken managed to answer before groaning.
Tommy placed his palm over Ken’s hand, pushing his digits between Ken’s fingers. “Be honest.”
Ken hung his head as he growled. “Fuck! I love it.”
Tommy’s eyes widened and he snatched Ken’s arm back, holding it as he pushed deeper into his ass. He glanced at Trisha and she reached beneath Ken to stroke his cock. Tommy worked his hips, moving fast as surges of pleasure built in his core and pulled outward. He struggled to hold onto the rising pressure born of pure ecstasy. “I love you, Ken.” He glimpsed at Trisha, who wasn’t even looking his way. “I love you both so much.”
“We love you too,” Ken answered for both of them as he pushed back against Tommy’s hammering flurry. Ken groaned and grunted, his body tensing before he dropped on his stomach. As Tommy repositioned, he noticed Trisha licking the fruits of Ken’s climax off her fingers. The relief of not having to hold back flooded over him and he bucked his hips a few more times before pulling out. His release exploded, splurting on Ken’s ass and lower back.
He panted as he collapsed over top of Ken before rolling off to his side to catch his breath. Ken turned to face him and their line of vision synced. Tommy used his fingertips to wipe his co-husband’s sweat-tinged brow. Ken’s wrung-dry expression and the way his exhausted afterglow tinted his cheeks was almost as arousing as the actual sex. Tommy leaned in and kissed him. Their lips locked for a second before opening simultaneously, each man’s tongue searching for its mate. Gasping, Tommy broke for air. “I love you.”
Ken nodded and smirked. “I know.”
As water dripped on Tommy’s head, he turned to see Trisha holding a wet washcloth in each hand. She thrust one at him. “Clean up. Your both sticky.”
Ken smiled as Trisha wiped off his backside. Tommy leaned over and dropped a kiss on Trisha’s lips. “I’m glad you were here to share this with us.”
“Yeah, no kidding. I’ve only been waiting forever for this.”
Tommy burst out laughing. “Was it all you dreamed of?”
She nodded and smiled. “And then some.”
