The Adonis of Weho (27 page)

“What are you dreaming?” Adonis asked softly.

An expression of disorientation washed over Reese, then he blinked and looked directly at him. “Smith.”

“Yes, love of my life.” Adonis caressed Reese’s cheek.

“I dreamed…” Reese let go another sob.

“Dreams…yes. Well, either prophetic or a recollection. What did you have?”

“I hope neither.” Reese rolled to face him and touched his jaw and hair. “You were dead.”

“Was I?” Adonis flinched.

“The women were weeping.”

“Let me guess. A wild boar killed me sent by the bitch with the bow.”

“Yes! She was there!” Reese pulled Adonis into a tight embrace and buried his face into his neck. “Don’t die. Please. Don’t die.”

“I can’t now. Father Zeus made me the god of rebirth. So?

Here I is!” He laughed, rubbing Reese’s back.

“I love you. I love you so much.”

At the tender kisses and wonderful words, Adonis rejoiced.

“Finally! A real ‘I love you’.”

“Yes. I do. I really do.” Reese covered him in kisses making Adonis squirm in delight.

“I did good, Dad!” Adonis said, smiling. “My man loves me as much as I love him.”

Reese leaned back so they could see each other’s eyes in the dim room. “You love me too?”

“Two? Three? Any number you desire.”

Reese lunged on top of him and went for his mouth. As they kissed Adonis held his man tight. He got a good one all right. Chapter 21

“Chop-chop! This wedding won’t make itself!” Hermy continued to run the show in the Algers in New York. “More poppies! What did I say about poppies?”

“The petals keep falling off!”

“Glue the bastards on!”

Reese looked at the effort being made to create a dreamlike atmosphere in the top floor penthouse. The room was spectacular even without all of Hermy’s touches. A tapestry hung on one wall, classical lines and high ceilings of gold with tiny hints of Greek columns and deities.

Tuxedo clad men were lingering, their ushers—Heath, Doug, Harper, and Orion, guiding guests to their seats. Reese held Adonis’ hand and walked into a room that was designed to help them prepare. They were both in black tuxedos with red poppies as boutonnieres—the symbol of Adonis, according to Hermy.

“How are you holding out?” Reese toyed with Smith’s fingers. “You seem preoccupied.”

“Hmm?” Smith focused on him. “It’s supposed to come together today.”

“It is. So far it looks like Hermy has done a fantastic job.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Not that. Another plan.” Smith stopped talking and appeared pensive.

“What other plan?” Reese was concerned. Weren’t all men on their wedding day?

Smith shook his head and appeared deep in thought.

“No?” Reese could not interpret his actions. “Smith, help me out here. I’m a nervous wreck thinking you-know-who is going to stop this from happening.”

Smith held up his finger to signal one minute, closed his eyes and appeared to go away in his head.

“I need a drink.” Reese released his hand and walked over to the cart set up with a selection of booze.

Harper poked his head into the room. “We all set?”

Reese tilted his head to Smith. “Ask him. He’s been out of it all day.”

“Dude? Cold feet?” Harper approached Smith. He got the same reaction Reese did. Silence, closed eyes, and a finger indicating to wait. “Uh oh.”

Reese shot down a glass of whiskey, coughing. “Welcome to my world.”

~

“Are you there yet?” Adonis asked.

“Give me one second! It’s all about timing, Adonis. Hang on.”

“My wedding is going to begin any minute!”

“Then shut up and get started. Trust me, will ya?”

“Fine. But this is it. If she blows in now, I’m doomed.”

“Man, are you a pessimist or what?”

“Do you see these wings?” Adonis pointed to his back.

“Shut up and go kiss the bride for me.”

“
I’m
the bride.”

“You really need to get a grip, dude.”

~

Reese refilled his shot glass and stared at Smith who was still in a…trance? He had no clue.

“Do you have the rings, Harper?”

“Yup.” He reached into his pocket and showed Reese, then perked up. “Dude, that’s your cue. I can hear the music.”

“Shit.” Reese threw the second glass of booze down his throat. “Smith, this is it. Are you ready?”

~

Zeus allowed his servants to disrobe him for his bath. His garments were removed and the wreath of gold raised off his head. He ran his hand over his beard and stepped into the heated pool.

“Hello, sailor, come here often?”

Zeus turned around and smiled. “Well, well.”

Ganymede sauntered in. “You don’t call. You don’t write.”

“Been busy.” Zeus sank into the water.

“Lame.”

Zeus smiled. “What can I do for you, gorgeous?”

“On the contrary. I came to ask what I can do for you?”

“A more stunning Trojan prince I have never seen.” Zeus watched as Ganymede removed his clothing, dropping it in a pile on the tiled floor.

Zeus waved for his servants to leave.

Ganymede strutted closer to the pool, thrusting his hips forward. “Someone wants to ravish me.”

“Bring me wine, my beautiful cup-bearer.”

“Oh, you got it, Papa Bear.” Ganymede filled a chalice to the top, bringing it over to Zeus. “How about I give you a nice massage?”

Zeus guzzled the wine and craned his finger. “How about I give you a nice fucking?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

~

Reese walked down the aisle first, seeing his family, his friend Elvis, and other close friends that could make it on short notice. He stood with his ushers and looked down the long aisle of white.

The music changed to the wedding march and everyone rose to their feet.

Looking strikingly handsome in his jet black tuxedo and shocking white wings, Smith made his way alone towards his lover. Though it was inappropriate, Reese’s cock went stiff in his trousers.
I am about to marry the god of beauty and desire. No
way I’m going to get my body under control looking at that!

Smith gave him a Hollywood smile and stood beside him. A Justice of the Peace stood before them, book in hand.
Yeah, maybe I’m supposed to wait until the end to kiss him,
but I want that mouth right now
. Reese forced himself to calm down and stood shoulder to shoulder with his man as the music halted.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to unite this man with this man, in holy matrimony.”

Reese and Smith exchanged grins of excitement.

~

Ganymede checked his watch quickly as the God of all Greek Gods was hammering him like Thor.
Come on! Come on!
he tried not to panic
. This plan has to happen now! Before the
bastard comes!

Hera got ready for her trip to earth to stop a travesty from happening. Her hair and her makeup were being tended by nymphs. This was New York. She had to look her best even under the revolting circumstances.

“Hera.”

She spun around to see Sappho. “Hello, my dear.”

“Zeus needs you. ASAP.”

“It’s just his method to distract me. I’ve had it up to here with his games—first Echo, then Rhea. No way.”

“But he’s crying out so much! He must be in pain!”

“Good.”

“No, Hera, don’t be like that. He is your brother.”

She sneered and looked back at her attendants. “That’s all.”

“Come! Hurry!” Sappho waved her on. Before they left, Sappho glanced at the nymphs and winked. They giggled and covered their mouths.

~

“That’s it, big daddy! Fuck your Ganymede! Fuck him hard!”

Ganymede, on his hands and knees on the wet tile floor, was glad the man was old. It was taking him forever to pull the trigger.

Zeus spanked Ganymede on the rump and kept hammering into his ass.

“Yes! Oh, Daddy-Zeus, you are amazing!”

The door to the baths swung open and Ganymede shouted in his head, “
Yes! Yes! Thank you, Sappho
!” He caught Sappho’s quick smile before she shut the door behind Hera.

“What is the meaning of this?” Hera roared.

Zeus didn’t flinch. “I’m fucking my boy-toy. What does it look like?”

Ganymede grinned. “Even Big Daddy needs some male immortal flesh, Hera.”

“How am I supposed to stop that horrible marriage of Adonis to a male mortal if you…” Hera pointed in rage.

Zeus said, “You’re not!” He slapped Ganymede’s bottom again with a loud crack.

“I’m impressed, Big Daddy. You can still fuck me with your wife in the room?” Ganymede grinned at Hera wickedly.

“You’ve earned my undying respect for not losing your wood.”

“I can’t believe this!” Hera gasped. “My whole goal is to stop men from loving men! And now? With you ravishing Ganymede?”

“Woman!” Zeus sounded exasperated. “If it’s good for me, it’s good for others. Now go out and get laid!”

She stormed out of the room, slamming the door. Ganymede smiled.
You’re welcome, Adonis
. “Ride me, Big Man! Ride your boy-toy!”

A roar of pleasure came out of Zeus and Ganymede felt his cock throbbing in his ass. “That’s it, Papa-Zeus, take what’s yours.”

~

“Smith? Smith?”

“Huh?” Adonis came back to this reality.

“You’re supposed to say I do.” Reese pointed to the Justice of the Peace.

A big grin on his face, Adonis said, “I’d be glad to.”

The man in front of them repeated what he had said, “Smith Gold, do you take this man, Reese Anderson to be your lawfully wedded husband.”

“I do!” Adonis looked up at the ceiling and mouthed, ‘
Thank
you, Ganymede. I hope you can make the reception.’

“With the power invested in me with the State of New York, I now pronounce you, husband and husband. You may kiss.”

“Finally!” Adonis went for Reese, nearly knocking him over. A cheer rose up from the crowd.

The music resumed and Reese and Adonis walked hand in hand down the aisle as the congregation threw red poppy petals at them.

“A vow never to be broken?” Reese’s smile was full of love and his eyes were nearly overflowing with tears.

“What the law has joined together, let no mortal or goddess put asunder.” Adonis felt something strange on his back. He reached over his shoulder and swatted the air. “Reese! Reese!”

“What?” He panicked.

“Am I good back there?” He spun around.

“Are you ever!” He grabbed his ass in a tight grip, then leaned against Adonis’ back and whispered, “They are gone.”

Adonis let out a yell of relief that echoed all over the hall. He pumped his fist and Reese picked him up in his arms as their friends and family rushed around them to congratulate them.

“Yes! Yes! Thank you, Ganymede! Thank you, Dad!” As Adonis said those words, he looked up to see both men standing in tuxedos inside the reception hall.

“Hang on!” Adonis landed back on his feet and raced towards them. “Ganymede!” Adonis picked him up and hugged him.

“You came through!”

“Hush, Big Daddy doesn’t need to know he was duped.”

Ganymede kissed Adonis’ cheek. “Nice wings.”

“Huh?” Adonis dropped Ganymede to his feet.

“Kidding.” Ganymede whacked him.

“Go.” Adonis nudged him.” Go eat and sit at the head table.”

“Um.” Ganymede looked back at Zeus. “I won’t be sitting for a few hours.” He narrowed his eyes at Adonis. “You owe me.”

“Man, you got that right!” Adonis felt arms around his waist as Reese held onto him from behind. Adonis said, “Dad? This is my husband, Reese.”

Reese whispered into Adonis’ ear. “
The
Dad? Like in Zeus?”

“Yes.” Adonis nudged Reese to stand before his father.

“Sir. I’m not worthy.” Reese bowed, then reached out his hand.

Adonis hit his arm playfully. “Over the top, baby.”

“That’s just how I like it.” Zeus hugged Reese. “Be good to my boy. He’s had a rough life.”

“You can count on it.” Reese smiled.

“Okay, cup-bearer,” Zeus said to Ganymede, “Get me some booze.”

As he left, Ganymede pointed to Adonis. “You
so
owe me!”

Adonis grinned at him and pivoted around to Reese. “We did it.”

“We did it!” Reese repeated, holding Adonis and grinding his stiff cock against his. “They’re playing our song,” Reese said, grabbing Adonis’ hand. “Time to go party!”

Hearing
Go All The Way
, Adonis raced into the reception hall with his husband as the MC announced, “And here they are ladies and gentlemen, for the first time as husband and husband, Smith and Reese Gold-Anderson.”

A loud cheer filled the gilded hall.

“We did it.” Adonis smiled at all the adoring faces.
Afterword…

Reese sat at a desk with his computer, tapping keys like crazy, trying to get the words out as quickly as they came to his mind.

‘…
and Adonis, in his skin tight white pants and midriff top,
strutted the red carpet to his latest premiere, his white wings
open and exposed to the world
…’

“Uh uh.”

“No?” Reese looked up at Smith who was reading the screen from over his shoulder.

“No wings. No way.”

“Then how about this.” Reese deleted the paragraph and typed, ‘…
and Adonis, in his skin tight white pants and midriff
top, strutted the red carpet to his latest premiere, his zipper
open, exposing his cock to the world…’

“Do they do that in Hollywood?” Adonis asked.

“No. But I write porn, remember?” Reese swiveled his chair around and held Smith’s waist, licking his exposed skin of his stomach under his midriff top.