Page 56 of I Do, or Dye Trying
“I was just using that as an example. I do have lubricant in our luggage, but no sex toys. Oh,” Josh said with a crestfallen face, “the FAA doesn’t permit us to have liquids in our carry-on luggage,” he said. “No lubricated hand jobs for you on the flight unless you want me to use spit?”
“We’ll worry about tomorrow’s orgasms tomorrow. I want happily-ever-after sex,” I told Josh.
“I brought just the thing too,” Josh said excitedly. He left me standing by the bed while he fiddled around in the suitcase. When he returned, he held a bottle of lube in one hand and my burgundy silk tie in the other. “We’re tied together now, baby, so let’s do it right.”
I’d wanted to wrap that tie around his wrists every time I wore it, but I would always forget later in my haste to have him. Josh was right; there was no better night to slow it down and love him properly. I took the tie and lube from his hands and placed them on the bed then we proceeded to undress one another until we wore nothing but our matching bikini briefs. I’d made love to this man as his boyfriend and fiancé, but that night I was his husband. I felt the enormity of the moment in my soul and swore that I’d make it the best night he ever had because I’d never get another first time as his husband.
Josh held his hands in front of him and said, “You’ll just have to tie my wrists together since there’s no way to anchor my hands to the bedframe. I would expect these pricey hotels would think more outside the box and at least have some discreet rings disguised as decorations or something.”
“I’ll ask next time before I book a room,” I told him while I wrapped the silk around one wrist then the other. “Excuse me, sir,” I said pretending to talk to the concierge, “does your establishment offer beds where a man can tie down their husband for sex?”
Josh chuckled briefly, but all traces of humor faded from his face when I pushed his briefs down his long legs. I removed mine also then helped him get comfortable on the bed. I saw nothing but trust and desire in his eyes when he rested his bound hands above his head on the pillow. I wondered if my faith in him those two times he bound my hands was as big of an aphrodisiac as it was for me. I had to close my eyes and breathe deeply to stifle the urge to take him instead of drawing out his pleasure.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” I told him.
“You just had my dick in your mouth yesterday,” he said, already impatient.
“You might taste different now that you’re a married man,” I said before I licked the thin line of pre-cum that dribbled from the tip of his cock to pool on his stomach. “Yep, sweeter.” I worked his cock until he was a quivering ball of nerves then moved to tease his ass open with my fingers and tongue.
“Fuck me, already,” he yelled, probably louder than he intended. Not that I gave a flying fuck what the people in the room next to ours thought.
“I’m just warming up, Sunshine,” I said, fighting the urge to give into his demands. All I had to do was remember how he tormented me and I found the resolve I needed.
“Gabe, please. I want to feel you inside me.”
“I am inside you,” I replied, twisting my two fingers up to massage his prostate.
“I want your cock!” His eyes were wide and pleaded desperately for the relief that only I could give him. He pitifully moaned when I removed my fingers from his ass, which left him empty and hungry for more.
I pressed my lubed cock against his puckered entrance. “I don’t think the people across the river heard you, Sunshine,” I said, then pushed in until I was buried balls deep inside him.
“Fuck me, Gabe!” He was beyond desperate by that point, and it felt cruel to draw out his torture for another second.
I captured his lips in a searing kiss and began to love him in earnest, catching his every groan and sigh in my mouth. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoed in the room and spurred me on. Josh lowered his bound hands and looped them around my neck like he needed to touch me.
He slid his fingers in my hair and tugged seconds before he broke our kiss. “Yes, Gabe!” I only had to peg his prostate a few more times before he came apart beneath me and all over me. His ass put a stranglehold on my cock, sending me over the edge after him.
I collapsed on top of him, careful to keep the bulk of my weight on my elbows, while I labored to suck oxygen into my lungs. I slid out from beneath his looped arms and untied his wrists. “You know what I want to do now?”
“Recharge and do it all over again?” Josh asked hopefully.
“Eat apple tarts!”
“Never change, Gabe,” he said.
“Some things will never change,” I assured him. “My love for my man, my family, my country, and apple pie.”
IWASN’T REMOTELY CONCERNEDabout the lack of sleep the next morning when we set off for our honeymoon because I knew there’d be chances to nap on the flights. I worried less about people’s opinions about the matching shirts Gabe and I wore on our first full day of marriage. My mom had them custom-made for us, and we fell in love with them. The white T-shirts had kissing caricatures that looked just like the two of us in our tuxedos with the words “Just Married” beneath them. We wouldn’t know what other wedding gifts we received until we returned from our vacation and opened them, but I knew those shirts would be my favorite.
The layover at LAX was longer than the flight there, but I was too happy and excited to be bored. Plus, our T-shirts became a conversation starter with a fun couple we met at the airport restaurant.
“Can you imagine if Gram had shirts made for us, babe?” Ben asked his husband.
“They probably couldn’t be worn in public,” Xavier replied.
We learned that Ben and Xavier had been married for a few years and spent as much time traveling as they could before they started a family. I figured by the sweet smiles they exchanged when they talked about their future children that it might happen sooner rather than later. Laughing and joking with them while we had breakfast made the layover pass by faster and took the sting out of paying fifteen bucks for an omelet, two pieces of toast, and orange juice.
Before we parted ways, Ben asked me to find out where my mother purchased the shirts. “We’re going to be making a special announcement soon that calls for custom T-shirts.” My mom was happy to help them.