Four Grooms and a Queen (3 page)

“I realize that, and that’s why I’ve started to relax. I’m happier too, if you can’t tell. When you told me you got promoted into the detective bureau, I almost did a cartwheel right out on the front lawn.”

“And please, don’t be saying stuff to my partner either. How do you think that makes me look in his eyes?”

“Oh please, dear; you don’t think Hank understands what you mean to me? Just put that little stud muffin of his in danger and see how he acts!”

“Well, technically, Hank’s little stud muffin is in danger every time he works the midnight shift at his store. Those convenience stores are magnets for hold-up men. That’s one of the reasons we paid plenty of attention to that store when we were on patrol. Now, we don’t get that chance. We’ve asked our replacements to keep an eye on him, but they won’t be as nearly as dedicated as Hank and I were.”

“I hadn’t really thought of it that way, but you’re right. Why doesn’t he get a normal day job?”

“You mean like your lover?” Pat asked with a laugh.

“Well, you’re getting closer to normal. You won’t be working the midnight shift as much, will you?”

“Honey, I work the shifts they tell me to work, just like Hank. We won’t really know the whole story for another week or two. Speaking of Hank and muffin boy… how does playing cards sound for tomorrow night? We stay home they bring over the beer, and we provide the snacks and pizza.”

“Yeah, okay, that sounds like fun.”

“I’ll give Hank a call tomorrow and let him know. Should I tell them to come over about eight? That sound alright?”

“Yep. I’ll come up with something good to snack on and we can get a couple of pizzas delivered.”

“Why don’t we finish our drinks upstairs?” Pat asked with that sparkle in his eyes that Dean knew so well.

“I think that sounds like a great idea. You do look tired, honey. Are you sure you’re up to it? I don’t mind if we just go to sleep ya know,” Dean said.

“I am tired, but I’m never too tired to make love to you.”

*  *  *

They
turned off the music and lights and made sure the doors were locked before they went up to the master bedroom. The sound of clinking ice cubes accompanied their progress until the glasses were set down on the nightstands.

Pat dropped his robe to the floor and helped Dean out of his shorts and T-shirt. When they stood naked next to the bed, looking into each other’s eyes, Pat moved in for a deep, long, sensual kiss. They had arrived at that place in their relationship where they no longer simply fucked, but made love instead.

After breaking their kiss, Pat maneuvered Dean onto the bed in a sitting position with his feet on the floor. Pat got down on his knees in front of Dean and began to rub the erogenous zones of Dean’s sensitive nipples. This sent Dean into a state of pure ecstasy.

Pat’s hands went to Dean’s cock and balls, which he fondled briefly while admiring the beauty of his lover’s genitals. When Dean was fully erect, Pat took the head of the shaft into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it repeatedly. Dean grabbed onto the sheets and making knots out of them as his pleasure grew.

Dean moaned as Pat continued down his dick until his nose was buried in Dean’s thick black pubic hair. Cupping Dean’s balls, Pat began to go up and down on his lover slowly, twitching his tongue around the shaft as he went. Dean put both his hands on Pat’s head, running his fingers through the clean-smelling hair.

“Please don’t stop; please don’t stop!” Dean cried out. “That feels so fucking great!”

Pat began to pick up speed and felt the head of Dean’s dick slip beyond his mouth and into his throat. He was deep throating his lover and Dean was rising off the bed in response.

One minute Dean was begging Pat not to stop and the next he was pulling Pat off his cock and sliding back onto the bed. “Got to slow down or it’ll be all over before it really starts,” Dean said apologetically.

Pat climbed onto the bed and trailed after his mate with a smile on his face and a full erection between his legs. Dean pushed Pat onto his side and dove down onto Pat’s cock, sucking fast and hard. Pat reacted with a moan of pleasure and wrapped his right leg around Dean’s back as he enjoyed the head.

Dean reached onto the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube. He removed the cap and spread lube on his fingers as he continued to suck Pat. Pushing two of his fingers between Pat’s cheeks, he found the entrance that he was seeking. Very gently, he began to massage the lube around the opening before slipping first one finger and then the second into his lover.

Dean let Pat’s cock slide from his mouth and looked up into Pat’s face as he slowly fingered him, sending the message that Pat was to play Dean’s usual role.

Dean twirled Pat’s left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing harder as Pat began to moan loudly in appreciation. Dean pulled his fingers out slowly and reached for a condom. Swiftly, he rolled it on as Pat smiled and let his lover take command.

“You ready to get it tonight, honey?”

“Well, if I spread my legs any further apart, you’ll be able to make a wish. Give it to me, babe,” Pat replied.

With that encouragement, Dean applied lots of lube to his cock and pressed against Pat’s opening. As Pat made a conscious effort to relax, Dean slipped the head of his dick in with relative ease. When there was no protest forthcoming, Dean slowly pushed inch after inch into Pat until he was buried up to his balls.

 Draping Pat’s legs over his shoulders, Dean slowly fucked his lover. “No, give it to me fast and hard, babe!’ commanded Pat.

Dean looked into his lover’s face of and pumped in and out of Pat’s well-muscled ass as a smile spread across his lover’s face.

“That’s it, babe, pound it into me!” he urged.

Dean slammed into his lover’s ass giving him every inch each time he thrust. This only lasted about a minute until Dean felt the first sensations of his climax quickly building.

“I’m gonna come!”

Pat began to quickly jerk his own dick. “Go ahead, babe; shoot your load!”

A few moments later, Dean was making strangled noises with his head thrown back as spurt after spurt filled the rubber at the end of his dick. Pat came also, soaking his chest with his ejaculate.

Finally, Dean let out a sigh and collapsed onto Pat’s chest, fully spent. They lay there on top of each other breathing heavily as the effects of two powerful climaxes began to ebb. Their sweat mixed with the ejaculate that was spread over Pat’s chest and now also Dean’s.

Finally, Dean pushed himself off Pat, his cock popping out of Pat’s ass. He rolled the condom off, put it into a tissue, and tossed it into the trash can. He reached under the bed, pulled out a towel and wiped Pat and himself.

They lay there as their breathing returned to normal, enjoying the glow of a good hard session of sex. “That was incredible, Dean,” Pat said breaking the silence.

“Indeed it was. You took it like a champ tonight.”

“I was really in the mood to get fucked, and you apparently read that quite easily,” Pat replied.

“Well, I know that you prefer to be the top, but I also know that you crave being the bottom occasionally. It’s as if you have to be in control all the time, making the decisions, being the bastard when you have to be, and you reach some sort of limit. Then you love to give over total control to me. Am I right?”

“I’ve thought about this before and you’re correct. It’s a pain in the ass to always be the one in charge, to have to make all the decisions, the moves. It feels so fucking good to let you be the top and just make me your bitch!”

“Honey, while I might get to fuck you once in a while, you are
never
my
bitch
!”

“Well, maybe you’re wrong about that. I enjoy that role and would be up for anything you might have in mind that’s reasonable.”

“Oh? I’ll have to give that some thought. But it will have to be another time. I’m exhausted. Can we go to sleep?”

“You bet, babe. Thanks for a great fuck.”

Chapter Four

It was
almost three a.m. when they got to sleep and so they slept in until after eleven the next morning. Pat woke up to see Dean standing beside the bed holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Hmm, that smells great. Thanks honey,” Pat said as he took the coffee and sat up in bed. He looked at the dresser clock and saw that the time was going towards noon. “Wow, I didn’t realize it was so late. You should have waked me up when you got up.”

“Eh, after the pounding you took last night, I figured you’d need the extra sleep,” Dean said with a smile.

“Hmm, you were hot, babe. You gave me exactly what I needed.”

“Glad I could oblige. Any plans for today?”

“No, but don’t forget that we host Hank and Shawn tonight for cards. Their bringing the beer and we’re providing the snacks and pizza.”

“Yes, I remember you telling me. It wouldn’t be the weekend unless we had those two in our home. You want me to make something, or just have some sandwiches delivered with the pizza?”

“Why don’t you save yourself the bother, and just have it all delivered. No sense in you slaving away in the kitchen,” Pat said with a broad smile.

“Okay, get up when you finish your coffee or whenever you feel like it. I have to run out to the store for a few things anyway, so I should be back like within forty-five minutes.”

“Okay, drive safely.”

When Pat heard the front door close, he took a long swallow of his coffee and jumped out of bed naked. He headed into the bathroom and took a nice hot shower to wash away the remnants of their lovemaking and to loosen up stiff muscles. When he’d thrown his legs over Dean’s shoulders last night, Dean had moved up enough so that his legs were bent farther than normal. As expected, the hot water accomplished both tasks and Pat knew that by the time Dean got back, he would be out of the bathroom, dressed, and downstairs refilling his cup.

As he sat down in the living room, Pat thought once again how much he loved Dean. Since meeting Pat, he had come a long way as far as loosening up, becoming much less staid and proper. Dean was actually a lot of fun and the perfect mate for him. It wasn’t fair that they couldn’t be married like heterosexual couples who were in this much love.

But why couldn’t they marry? It might not have any effect in the state of Maryland, but they would be legally married in six states and they could hope that one day their marriage might be recognized in Maryland. They could get married in Boston by a friend of Pat’s who was a Catholic priest. Pat began to get very enthusiastic over his idea and picked up the phone before Dean got back to see if he could get a hold of his priest friend.

He dialed the number and waited. On the sixth ring, Father Mark answered.

“Mark, this is Pat; how ya doing?”

“Hey Pat, I’m great on this crisp morning here in Boston. I guess it won’t be much longer and we’ll have snow on the ground. What’s up with you?”

“Well, I was wondering. Would you marry Dean and me?”

“Would I? You bet I would! Be aware though that the Commonwealth of Massachusetts has a minimum three-day waiting period between the time you apply for the license and the time a wedding mass can be performed. What month were you thinking, a June wedding maybe?”

“June? Nah, that’s far too long a wait. How about before the year is over? Say in December some time?”

“Wow, December is a very busy month for me, as you know. Are you planning a big wedding or a small one?”

“Well, I haven’t given it that much thought yet. But it could be just Dean and I, and my partner from work and his boyfriend. Would that be small enough?” Pat asked with a laugh.

“Wait, let me pull out my calendar, if you’re serious about this,” Mark said.

“Sure, I’m serious. I haven’t asked Dean yet, but I can’t imagine him saying no to a marriage proposal from me.”

“Well, like I said, the calendar is pretty full with Advent activities. What part of the month?”

“I don’t know, maybe towards Christmas?” Pat answered.

“Christmas? You do like to make it hard on me, don’t you?”

“Sorry, Mark,” Pat said, knowing he was asking a lot.

“How about Christmas Eve day?”

“Are you serious? You could marry us on the twenty-fourth of December?”

“Might as well. Just as busy then as I am the rest of the month. It would have to be no later than, say, noon, because I’ve got two masses Christmas Eve, including the midnight one.”

“Okay, pencil us in for, say, eleven o’clock. How’s that?”

“For you, my friend, yes. Let me know when you confirm all this. You haven’t even asked your man yet!”

“Okay, Mark; I hear Dean pulling into the driveway now. I better get off.”

“Okay, stay safe,” Mark said and the phone line went dead.

Pat heard the key in the door and Dean was in the house with a bag in his arms. “Boy, everybody is out in the stores buying everything. Are we getting an early snow or something?” Dean shouted.

“I don’t know, honey, but lemme put on the Weather Channel and see.”

Pat flicked on the television to the Weather Channel as his mind raced, planning his wedding. He would need to buy rings, and they would need to stay in Boston for a couple of days. Should they go on a honeymoon? Should he wear his wedding ring at work? He needed to talk to Hank and see what he thought about the work situation.

Pat became filled with the glory of love as he got up from the sofa and walked into the kitchen. Dean was bent over into the refrigerator putting things into it that he just bought.

“Hmm, one of the modern wonders of the world, that is,” Pat said.

Dean just turned his head without backing out of the fridge. “What?’

Pat smiled and Dean caught on. “Oh knock it off; you shouldn’t be horny this morning, or should I say this afternoon.”

“What did you buy?”

“Just odds and ends for tonight and the rest of the weekend. I’ll order a three foot sub and one large pizza from Guido’s; how’s that sound?” Dean asked.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll give the boys a call now,” Pat said as he went back into the living room and dialed his partner and best friend—second only to Dean.