2005, New Zealand
Dan finally came out of the consultation room, he was
frowning, but the moment he looked up to shake the doctor's
hand, his face smoothed back into a neutral expression.
With a large manila envelope under his arm, he made
his way towards Vadim, who'd been sitting in the waiting
area. Dan's limp was more pronounced these days and
it wasn't the left one that caused the problem, forcing
him to him rely on the cane a lot more than he used
looked up from his chat with an elderly kiwi he'd struck
up a conversation with, and touched the man's arm when
he said goodbye, and the man nodded and smiled. Vadim
stood and looked at Dan attentively, then stepped to
his side and silently offered support. "What's
up with that knee?" he asked.
Dan summarised the whole shebang of lengthy consultation
with the one word. "Just like the other."
He frowned and handed the envelope to Vadim. "I
need another replacement, and this time, I was told,
I mustn't wait too long."
won't." Vadim touched him on the arm, moving slowly
while Dan made his way outside and towards the car.
He opened the car door for Dan, then moved around to
claim the driver's seat. Thinking. Remembering how only
family could visit, remembering the whole painful time
spent waiting and worrying. "We'll do that one
better this time."
the frown was back on Dan's face, and remained even
as he lit a fag, window down. "I guess it would
be damn hard if we managed to do it any worse than last
time." He grimaced, blew smoke out of the open
window and struggled to find his irreverent humour.
There was no way around it: he was frightened, but hell,
he wasn't going to admit it again. "I just bloody
hate hospitals and you don't like them any better."
get the best one money can buy, and
paused when a thought hit him. It was an outrageous
thought, but it seemed like a good idea. He'd have to
check some things, just to be sure. He followed the
news, and he was fairly certain it was possible, but
he'd have to be absolutely sure. They were both still
British citizens, after all.
what?" Dan looked at Vadim, brows raised.
put the key into the ignition and turned it. "And
we won't make the same mistakes again." He glanced
over at Dan and smiled. "Promised. We can plan
this properly and make sure it's nowhere near as bad
and awkward." He fought to keep his face straight,
because he really liked that idea.
guess I just have to get through it somehow." Dan
leaned out of the window once more to blow smoke. "I
fucking hate hospitals." Grumbled, but he fell
silent after that, deep in thoughts. It took him almost
all of the way back to the farm before he had caught
himself. If it had to be done it had to be done, and
perhaps this time he'd have the bottle to ask Vadim
to be there with him, and if he felt really courageous
he might even tell him that he was scared stiff of the
anaesthetic - completely irrationally.
at the house, Vadim made them both mugs of tea and then
took to the office for a bit. Internet was slow, but
he didn't mind that much. Bingo. After browsing a few
official sites, that question was answered. His memory
hadn't betrayed him. It was possible, and for once,
a good way to hit back. Defend himself and Dan, and
their 'lifestyle' from any doctor bullshit. He came
out again. "I have to get something from the supermarket
- I really want roast chicken for dinner." He leaned
in to kiss Dan and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm
back in an hour."
Dan grinned, "I never say no to roast chicken.
As long as I get chips as well, and some mayonnaise."
He'd thrown the x-rays underneath the couch table and
had propped himself up in front of the telly, watching
a DVD of yet another war film. His collection had become
get fresh potatoes - and stuff to make mayonnaise as
mayonnaise? Holy fuck, I think I am in love with you."
Dan was still laughing when Vadim had left.
drove to Palmy, bought some chicken and the other things,
then set about making dinner. The chicken was huge and
took nearly one and a half hours, which gave him plenty
of time to set everything else up. He laid the table
out on the veranda, lit some candles, then set up the
food as well and called Dan, who had been upstairs in
his study while the chicken was in the oven.
Dan came back down, slowly and laboriously, since the
knee really was giving him trouble when going down the
stairs, the frown was immediately back. Steeple, but
with the added dimension of curiosity. "What's
up? You don't usually lay it out that thickly. I'm not
dying yet, you know, and the doc promised the new medication
would kick in soon."
sit down." Vadim smiled, watched as Dan sat down
in his chair. Not quite the mood he'd have gone for,
but then, when was ever the right mood. "I was
wondering whether you'd make me an honest man."
Vadim grinned, showing teeth.
Dan leaned half across the table.
in, would you marry me, or do you think you can get
somebody younger and fresher? Hm?"
The one word was all Dan managed to get out. Dark eyes
wide, staring at Vadim.
We are both British citizens. While Russia doesn't even
allow any Russian to be gay, the United Kingdom and
Her Majesty's Government have enabled us to 'marry',
or at least have a civil partnership. I checked. Since
I'm an atheist, I don't need the Church or a priest
in this anyway. I'd have asked you whether you'd civil
partnership me, but I think that sounds far too prosaic."
... am a man." Dan slumped back in his chair, staring
bug-eyed at Vadim. His intellectual capacities seemed
to have deserted him.
So am I."
I noticed." Dan ran a hand through his wild hair.
partnerships work regardless of gender." Vadim
smiled. "It's really just so the doctors can't
chase me out of your room. I'd be family. I could visit
you, like family. I'd have the same, no, more rights.
I don't want to get sent away again when you need me.
And if I have to have an operation, the same applies
to you. Plus, of course, it would make some things easier.
Pension. Inheriting. Wills and all that legal stuff."
... guess." Gobsmacked, floored and effectively
shut up, Dan still hadn't stopped the fixed staring.
He was trying to process the offer, but couldn't quite
get his head around it. But then he'd gained a daughter,
and that was the last thing he'd ever thought he'd have,
and perhaps he could also gain a husband without the
world spinning out of its axis? Holy shit.
think about it. We don't have to decide that today."
Sitting back, Dan looked up and at Vadim. Taking a long
time to just look. The short blond hair, the face he
knew so well, and how it had changed over the years.
Lined, some wrinkles, slightly more tanned than it used
to, age seemed to be doing that to a person, and thus
the pale eyes looked even more stunning. Stunning, yes,
that was the word, the face had never lost its impact
and the body had never diminished its allure. The years
had been kind. Vadim still was the man he'd always wanted.
Everyone else, no matter who and where and what, paled
in comparison to Vadim. His Russkie. His cunt. Dan smiled
at last. "You really caught me off guard."
Tilting his head, he studied Vadim's face once more.
Each expression, every inch he'd touched and kissed
and knew so damn well. And Vadim, in turn, seemed calm,
a smile around his lips, but it wasn't self-conscious
at all. Vadim liked being looked at.
you remember all the times we were joking? And I always
said I'd never do such a crazy thing, knowing full bloody
well that we never could? Seems I was wrong." Dan
I actually was married and I promised that that wouldn't
happen to me again. I was wrong, too." Vadim leaned
back, regarding him. "But who could have known
it would be possible at all? That we have a place in
'normal society', rights, legal stuff, pension plan
and all that?"
that's fucking weird. And good, damn good." Dan's
smile rapidly morphed into a grin. "Shit! Now I
actually do have to figure out the answer."
do you want to marry me for convenience or for my outstanding
beauty, charm and loveliness?" The toothy grin
nearly split Dan's face.
thought you'd swallow the hook easier if I told you
it's just for the legal side of things." Vadim
reached over and took Dan's hand. "While, in truth,
I want to see you in that kilt again."
so predictable, Russkie!" Dan laughed, "and
you didn't even take proper advantage the last time
I wore one." His fingers curled around Vadim's,
squeezing tightly for a moment. "Is that the male
variant of a wedding dress, aye?" He winked, leaned
across the table, meeting Vadim halfway over the chicken.
grinned, leaning over, too, hand held fast. "Well,
with us, it's fairly clear who wears the dress
and I'm going for a proper tux. Bells and whistles.
Peter has tried to sell me one for years." His
tailor on Saville Row, who might or might not have a
crush on Vadim, but certainly had made a small fortune
from the acquaintance.
that's settled, then." Dan tilted his head forward,
to briefly touch Vadim's forehead with his own. "But
just so that it's clear, I won't marry you for the surgery,
the legal rights, the kilt and not even for the tux.
I marry you because we bloody well can and I bloody
well love you."
you caught the flower bouquet from Solange."
shit, I'd forgotten."
grinned, then grew more serious. "I love you, too.
For everything, and for the rest of my life."
swallowed, said nothing, just smiled and leaned in for
a kiss. Bad enough the chicken was getting cold by now.
that day, after checking the time zone and figuring
that it was morning in England, Dan phoned the Baroness,
hoping to catch her in her mansion in Surrey, probably
during her morning tea. He wanted to tell her first
of all people what they'd decided. Maggie, his oldest
was on the phone straight away.
Dan never introduced himself these days.
what a pleasure to hear from you. Is everything alright?"
much, aye. Have to have another knee op, but that's
not why I call. Figured you'd like to know what I have
to tell you."
you hear that the law is going to change in Britain
from December onwards?"
law, Dan?" She sounded a little bemused, and Dan
had to grin.
..." there was a moment's hesitation and Dan picture
how she was catching on. Rather quickly, he presumed,
for she had the most acute mind he'd ever known, and
advancing age had not changed that. "Dan, are you
telling me that you have decided to 'tie the knot'?"
laughed, "I think that's a bit too late. We've
got so many bloody knots tied, we'd never manage to
unravel them, but aye, Vadim had the grand idea that
we should go for it. What do you think? Makes all the
legal stuff easier."
I think?" her voice seemed suddenly that of a much
younger person, "I am absolutely delighted! Oh,
Dan, my dear friend, what wonderful news on a dreary
October morning. That is an excellent idea. Tell me,
have you already decided when and where and how?"
... no." Dan frowned, "haven't even thought
about it. I figured somewhere in a registry office?"
not!" Her sudden enthusiasm surprised him. "You
have to have a proper celebration. Do you not realise
that you have been together, if memory does not fail
me, for twenty-five years?"
Dan's eyes widened. Together was perhaps not the right
word, but ... holy fuck. She was right. Twenty-five
years since a night of terror in a rat infested alley
in Kabul. "I hadn't thought about that, no."
is therefore a silver wedding." Her brief laughter
was nothing but delighted. "Don't you think this
should be celebrated in style?"
... guess?" Dan was clearly out of his depth, but
when it came to this lady, he was rather used to that.
and I am certain that Vadim would agree. Would he not?"
... guess?" Dan rolled his eyes to no one, realising
he wasn't quite making intelligent conversation.
that case, my dear friend, would you do me the honour
and allow me to arrange and organise the celebrations?
It is such a wonderful occasion, and I would be proud
if you let me be your wedding coordinator. I'd be delighted."
was taken aback for the second time that day, and he
could do nothing but shrug. "If you'd like to,
Ma'm, of course."
absolutely wonderful. You just send me a list of guests,
and please don't keep it short, I'd like you to invite
everyone who has been a friend and acquaintance over
the years and who you would like to partake in this
joyous occasion. Send it to me via email, I have recently
properly joined the 'net generation'. I believe they
call us silver surfers."
grinned, "of course, and I'm not so far off the
sound of her laughter was heard, short and warm, before
she gave him her private email address, then added,
"I will let you know a choice of venues and possible
dates. I believe you would like to have the ceremony
as soon as possible and before the surgery you mentioned?"
that's the idea."
it will be, then. You will hear from me soon."
wondered for several long minutes after the call, if
he'd ever heard her that delighted and excited before,
and he decided that he hadn't.
Dan called out from the top of the stairs. "I'm
not sure if I haven't just made a fucking big mistake."
typed in your bank details in a phishing email from
I think I just told Maggie it was okay for her to organise
the wedding. Civil partnership ceremony, but it's the
same damn thing." Dan leaned against the banisters
at the top of the stairs, with a helpless expression
in his face. "I hope that's alright with you, she
was so excited, I fear this will be a big occasion.
She's asked us to come up with lists of guests. Emphasis
on the plural."
laughed. "What, the whole lot in one place? Hooch,
Jean, Duncan, Katya and Kisa
" he grinned
up at Dan. "Why not. Should be the party of the
year, and it's all friends and family."
was visibly relieved. "A propos Hooch and Jean,
we're going to have best men? The whole shebang? Does
it work like that with blokes, too?"
think so. And
Hooch is probably the logical choice
for me. Which means I have to call him. And Jean for
you. Should result in great photos." Vadim was
leaning against the wall. He could already see that
- all four of them decked out in formal clothes, grinning
into the camera.
laughed. "If we're not careful we'll end up in
one of those male fashion mags you sometimes read."
He turned more serious, "but you're right, I should
go and give Jean a ring. The way Maggie sounded, we
better get cracking on a list of addresses soon. As
you know, she can be awfully fierce if she wants you
to do a job." He winked, before retreating back
to his study.
Get on the phone, then. I'll do the same." Vadim
was about to turn, then paused and went up the stairs
and followed Dan, stopping him in the doorway. "By
what about rings? Would you like rings?"
even thought about it. Actually, haven't thought about
anything at all." Dan grinned, then glanced at
his left wrist, where he usually wore the lapis lazuli
beads. "Have you got something in mind?"
something simple. I've seen rings in one of my 'fashion
mags'." Vadim mocked Dan's tone lightly. "Steel,
but damascene steel. It has patterns. Very different
to anything I've ever seen. I only have to find out
what the designer was called, but you'll like them."
sounds good." Dan smiled, "you always liked
me with a blade, aye? I guess a steel wedding ring is
the second best thing, and a little less lethal."
Vadim reached out and kissed Dan, one of those gentle
kisses that were all about tenderness. "Damn. We'll
get married. Now it starts to sink in." Vadim stepped
back with a sigh.
mention it, or I'll get a twitch in my eye." Dan
grinned, and gave Vadim's shoulder a tender squeeze,
then slapped it playfully.
smiled. "Right, I'll call Hooch. Let's hope he's
not on some training course or other."
luck, I'll try Jean. Let's hope he's not occupied by
kids or vintners." Dan winked.
snorted, shook his head and went to find the other phone.
took a while for anybody to answer Jean's phone. When
Jean did, he sounded a little breathless. "Oui?"
been screwing vintners or playing with your kids?"
laughed. "You got me. Give me a sec." Some
rustling and shifting, then the familiar sound of the
coffee machine grinding beans.
you in what, the screwing?" Dan lit a fag while
listening to the sounds on the other end.
we were just getting a bit frisky. No screwing yet."
you are doing the pretty vintner." Dan smirked.
Yeah. It just happened. Right, I'm in the kitchen now.
What can I do for you, apart from phone sex and telling
you naughty stories?"
the best man at my wedding?"
and Vadim? Sure. When? You dragged me to the altar,
I can recipro
do the same."
you're not even shocked yet?"
Jean paused. "You are serious? You're marrying
him? I thought that was a joke."
else? You think I phone you up, disturb your chances
of getting hot man-sex - which is an important thing
for someone as straight as you are - just to take the
piss?" Dan laughed out loud. "No, Frenchie,
we are doing the civil partnership thing. It'll
happen in January, and Maggie has taken over the organisation.
I assume you know what that means."
Jean stopped the machine with a click, then foamed up
some milk. "Sure, I'm up for it, and as I said,
Frederic just happened." He grinned. "Congratulations.
Solange saw that one coming. She always thought you
were perfect together and should be married."
knew more than I did. I am rather floored." Inhaling
smoke, Dan grinned at the computer screen, which displayed
an email from Kisa that had just come in. "Britain's
changing the law, I'm just checking it, from fifth December
on, and the first folks get hitched before Christmas.
The party will happen somewhere in the UK, no idea what
Maggie comes up with. Anyway, how are you, how's Solange,
and how are the aliens?"
doing alright. It's weird being a freelancer. I have
to hustle to make sure the bills are paid. No hustling,
no cash. Solange has acted a little bit in a few very
independent and arcane films. I doubt that will ever
pay as much as her other stuff, but it makes her happy.
Her and her arty friends, and there's talk of golden
palms and Cannes and all that, but I think they are
just talking shit." Jean sipped his coffee while
Dan chuckled and put out his fag.
vineyard is doing good business - surprisingly, really.
Frederic was spot on about all that organic food trend.
He got it back up to specs, since it had been left for
years and years the soil was clean, so he could start
with that organic thing straight away. While other vineyards
are struggling with the demand, he's starting to buy
more acres and working on the actual wine. It's not
going to be massive, but it's nice enough and starts
to pay off, we don't have the same price pressure as
everybody else, so that's a good thing. The kids
well, they are at school. Boarding school. Great stuff,
they are in the same place with diplomats' kids and,
above all, that gives us the flexibility to keep the
rest of our lives running. But they are great. Smart
young people, they are much, much better compared to
what they were when we picked them up. Healthy, too,
which is the main thing."
domestic, then." Dan smiled, "and does Solange
have any idea about Frederic and you?"
paused. "No. I'm keeping that double life going.
Does that make me a scumbag?"
not the right person to make any judgments, but I am
looking forward to seeing her again. Will you bring
are in school, but you're welcome to visit us when they're
here. We got enough space." Jean's voice lowered.
"And while I like Frederic, he's not quite the
doesn't fuck you?" Dan murmured, closed his eyes
and pulled up the image of Jean on his lap.
he doesn't. Mostly, I fuck him." Jean's breathing
was louder, the voice rough with intimacy. "I imagine
you when he gives me a blowjob. He likes giving head,
just like you, but he's still different."
tipped his head back, phone close to his ear. Shit,
this really wasn't what he had intended, but that voice,
the memories ... "I want to fuck you again, Jean,
and this time I want to call all the shots."
swallowed audibly. "How would you do me? Want me
to get off on that? Here, now?"
haven't we done yet, is the question." Dan grinned,
eyes still closed, going through the mental images of
all the times he'd fucked Jean since the first time,
back on that couch. A dozen times, perhaps, and each
as special as the first. "You've never been on
your knees." He murmured, hand dropping to his
groin, he sat with knees open, feeling the response
beneath his palm. "But that's where I want you,
in front of a mirror, so you can watch yourself getting
you bastard," Jean murmured. "I'm so hard.
Frederic is probably asleep up there in the bed right
" Breathing louder, then changing the
grip on the phone.
the afternoon?" Dan mocked.
We were about to get to round two
that case ... I don't want you to come in the kitchen,
but I want you to go upstairs and do exactly to your
vintner what I'd do to you. I want you to be hard, and
close to coming, and I want you to not even bother waking
him up. Just take him and imagine it was me taking you."
Dan's breathing increased, "do you understand,
groaned. "Yeah. He'll like that. He likes it a
little rough at times. Should still be oiled up. Shit.
going bareback?" Surprise in Dan's voice, soon
overlaid with arousal. "The next time I see you,
I want you on all fours, on the bed, knees spread wide,
lubed up, arse high and open, while you're watching
yourself in a mirror. I won't touch you, and you won't
stroke yourself either, while I'm standing behind you,
slamming my cock into your arse. And you'll want it,
you'll want to get fucked, and you'll ask me for it."
His breathing was fast, irregular, his cock hard under
his hand, trapped in the tight black jeans.
gave another groan and breathed hard, like he could
feel it, the intrusion, when he focused his mind completely
on getting entered. He found it hard to relax, every
time. "I'll want you to fuck me hard and deep,"
he murmured. "And I'll watch you
do it, watch
your cock ... ram up into my ass
right." Dan felt like groaning, wanting to do exactly
that right now. "And you'll want it so badly, you'll
come by getting fucked, you'll lose it completely."
Dan concentrated on the images, then whispered, "now
go, take him. Fuck him."
needed a few moments before he could respond. Stopping
right there was hard on him, wanted to stay on the line
and finished it. "Okay
when you're done, and you'll tell me everything."
Dan pushed a button and hung up. Breathing hard, he
opened his eyes. Damn, he was so horny right now, he
had two options. Pushing himself out of the chair, and
went for option number one. Number two could be a fall-back,
his own hand never refused.
Dan leaned in the doorframe of Vadim's study, watching
the broad back, hand inside his jeans, the top buttons
turned, saw Dan's state, smiled and got up. "Good
conversation?" he asked.
..." Dan grinned, "telling Jean how I want
to fuck him, and making him fuck his vintner in the
exact same way, does that to me." He popped open
the last two buttons. "I am really horny and really
want to fuck you. Or suck you. Or get sucked, Or even
just a hand job, or ... you get the gist." He leaned
against the doorframe for support, while pushing his
jeans down. Commando, like he'd always been, and fully
came close, chest to chest, and kissed him deeply, fully,
hand moving down to Dan's cock, smiling into the kiss.
"Why am I not surprised," he murmured, then
went down on his knees without releasing the cock. He
took Dan between his lips, wondering for a moment what
Dan was thinking of, Jean or him, and whether it mattered.
It didn't. Jean was somewhere in Europe, and they were
here, and everything else didn't matter all that much.
There was no cheating involved, just pleasure and sex.
He took him deeper, fucking his own throat with eager,
practiced motions, Dan's reactions making him hard as
well, the taste, all that tenderness and love.
Dan came, he had a hand in Vadim's short hair, the other
gripping the doorframe for leverage, as he thrust erratically.
Eyes still open, he was breathlessly grinning down at
Vadim. "Your turn ..." he pointed to the chair
in front of Vadim's desk. "I want to taste you,
swallowed one last time, as if for emphasis, then got
up and kissed Dan. "Okay." He pulled the chair
close with a foot and stepped back to open his own trousers
and pulling his cock free, while Dan sat down, jeans
still open. A few firm strokes got Vadim all the way
interested from mostly-hard to fully hard.
pushed the lever of the chair and it lowered down. Grinning,
he beckoned Vadim closer. He had his hands on Vadim's
hips, pulling him near and pushing him onto his lips,
then down his throat with one reckless movement. Closing
his eyes, he concentrated on the tightness, heat, the
suction and the fight that he'd always w in: deep throating
sound in Vadim's throat might have turned into Dan's
name, but was strangled and shattered into its components
that didn't make any sense. Vadim thrust, hands in Dan's
hair, against his neck, touching as he moaned and gasped
with each thrust, each movement;. This was exactly right,
mindblowingly good, and nobody could make him come that
fast or hard. The exact knowledge, there was no awkwardness,
no shame, just complete trust and welcome of whatever
the other wanted and needed. Vadim groaned when he climaxed,
feeling the throat constrict convulsingly against his
cock, but Dan managed, kept breathing, knew how to.
spent a long time licking and cleaning Vadim's slowly
softening cock, and when he finally let go, he looked
up, grinning. "That's better." He had to clear
his throat, but he'd always enjoy the aftermath of the
willing abuse. "Guess you can phone Hooch now,
without fear of needing to cum." He smirked toothily,
patting Vadim's hips and buttocks.
stowed himself away, then bent down to kiss Dan again.
"We do that kind of thing very rarely," he
murmured, and reached for the phone. Casually, as if
inviting Dan to stay right there while he did his phone
call. Re-dialling the number that had been busy a quarter
of an hour ago.
know that I don't mind, whatever you do." Dan smiled,
stood up with some effort, and tucked himself in. Thankful
when Vadim picked up his cane while listening to the
ring tone, which was going on for several times. Dan
pressed a light kiss onto Vadim's cheek, then left the
room, closing the door behind him.
phone was finally answered by a girl's voice, cheerfully
announcing the reception of 'Fitness Bootcamp' in a
thick American accent and rather over-enthusiastic tones.
kept the laughter down, but the amusement was still
audible. "Ah. Is Mr Bozic there? Krasnorada. I'm
hello!" She chirped, "it's Mandy speaking."
Sounding as if she were the happiest person on earth
for the only reason that she was talking to Vadim. "I'm
sorry, I picked up a private call, it must have been
set to reception. I'll patch you through. Bye!"
Some clicking in the line, and then another ringtone,
different this time, and a further wait, until there
was a final click, and Hooch's voice drawled, "hey,
Vadim sat down and leaned back. "How are you doing?"
real good. Less bored than I used to be." Hooch
let out a huff of laughter, as dry as always. "I'm
getting old. Forty-fucking-five, and I finally miss
being in the midst of the action less." Another
huff of laughter. "You good? Been a few months."
am. I'm trying to get everybody to the UK in January.
You think you're free then? I would hate to have to
look for another best man." Vadim kept his tone
level, very casual.
proved to be as sharp as ever, when he immediately answered,
not sure what the American word is, the Brits call him
the best man. The guy who keeps the rings in his pocket
and acts as if he lost them."
are talking about whose wedding here?" It
was a mean feat to get Hooch to an incredulous stage,
but Vadim had succeeded, for once.
and Dan's. We're using that civil partnership law they
are going to pass soon. We'll legally 'marry'. And that
means rings and a huge party, and all our friends, and,
well, you're special. I can trust you to not lose the
rings, for once, and I love you in a suit."
H Christ." Hooch exclaimed, "I didn't know
about the law changing. We still have 'don't ask don't
tell' in my job and Fayetteville's not, like, gay centre."
A rustling sound, as he was getting out of his kit.
can imagine. Palmy isn't quite Wellington, either."
best man? It's an honour. But a suit? Figured you'd
rather want me in my dress uniform." Vadim had
never seen him in it, despite the usual US military
way, Hooch tended to prefer civilian kit. "On such
a special occasion ..."
laughed. "Oh fuck. Well, you get off on the Soviet
yeah, I would like that. Dress uniform
at a gay wedding. That's
that's a good thought,
I'd like that."
insignia, though. You know us Delta, secretive and all
that shit." Hooch huffed again, then more rustling
and two faint thuds, as he toed his boots off.
fine. I know what you are, underneath that cloth,"
are the only one who truly knows that part of
me beneath the cloth. Matt ..." Hooch breathed
for a moment, nothing else. "Don't tell me I'll
be the only military guy. What about that legion officer?"
His voice changed as he walked through the rooms, then
the sound of the fridge being opened.
He'll be invited, too. Dan's best man is also legion.
Ex-legion, actually. Fake Frenchman, he's from Moscow.
Jean. He's the guy where we picked up Beauvais, when
he got married." Vadim smiled. "He's married,
but very much into Dan. We had some threesomes with
him, it all started in Kuwait. Maybe I'll tell you the
long story one day, but he made me really jealous, the
than I made Dan?" The pop and fizz of a can being
opened. These days, as Vadim knew, Hooch was more into
diet coke than lager.
in that category." Vadim felt he missed the man,
missed the way he moved and how he looked at him. Barbed
friendship, there was always a touch of hurt, but the
rest was deep and good and solid, and if he could help
Hooch deal with his demons, and enjoy in return what
Hooch gave him in trust and need and other blood currency,
he could only count his blessings. They met about twice
a year, to play their games. 'Time out' they called
it both, and Matt and Dan knew. Dan understood, all
that jealousy stuff didn't find any purchase these days
between him and Vadim, and Matt accepted. "I'll
email you some photos so you know who you're talking
can always mail some nude shots if you have them."
The sound of liquid and swallowing. "I might just
reciprocate." The can came down onto the table
and Hooch's grin was audible in his voice. "I'm
sure Matt would oblige, he got pretty good with the
camera. A side-job in addition to the gym. Even though
the little bastard earns shitloads."
I think we have some
shots, not sure about nude. Will have to check with
Dan." Vadim laughed. "And I remember you well,
but wouldn't say no."
could tell me how you want me." Hooch retorted,
"it's been a while ... I'm getting antsy."
we should meet as soon as you can make it." Vadim
checked the calendar on the computer. "We're in
Europe anyway for Christmas and will flyover at the
beginning of December. It would be good to meet you
can make it at the end of November. Can you come to
can." Because he really wanted to, and maybe get
himself some work lined up on short notice. There were
a few corporations that had been interested. "How
do I want you
well. I remember how you shake
when you're kneeling in a stress position, blindfolded."
Vadim," Hooch took in a sharp breath, "I got
to be at a Mess dinner in an hour."
long is the drive?"
minutes. Plus shower, dressing. I got twenty-five minutes
checked the time. Twenty-five minutes. That should be
just enough to make Hooch uncomfortable. "Get a
nice steel plug," he murmured, low, checking over
his shoulder whether Dan was anywhere near, but Dan
had shut the door behind him when he left. "Then
Just that, and then the sound of Hooch moving to another
room. Vadim knew Hooch kept the small but excellent
selection of high-class toys in the bedroom, and that
Matt was perfectly aware of it all. A drawer was pulled
open, metal clinked, and then Hooch's voice again. "What
do you want me to do?"
yourself for that plug." Vadim closed his eyes,
imagining Hooch down on his knees, the tanned skin,
the smooth muscle. At his physical best for his age.
The man was the very best the Americans had, and he
agreed, wholeheartedly, if for different reasons. "Fuck
yourself with it, on your knees, chest down, knees apart."
didn't answer, except for his hitching breath, and the
phone was put down on the floor. "Fast? Deep?"
but deep. Don't let up." Vadim smiled, but kept
the smile out of his voice. Hooch's groans were intensely
rewarding, even though his own body didn't respond,
it was still something to be cherished, and he was better
at this if he didn't need himself. Hooch had a way to
break his control, so it was always better to get off
first, before they started in earnest. "You need
to feel it. Hit that spot, like I'd do it. I'd hold
you down, between your shoulder blades. Boots, uniform.
You can't see me, but you can smell me. Hear me."
I ... can hear you." Hooch's voice was forced,
as he breached himself and fucked his own arse with
slow, deep, but intensely powerful thrusts. A sudden
jolt, a suppressed cry, when he got it right. "You
... hit me ... again?"
Vadim said firmly, the smile now gone. "I worked
you over good. Slapped you, whipped you, strung you
up like a hog for slaughter." Hooch shuddered audibly,
and Vadim stood, feeling tension in his body. The thought
of torture did that, made it impossible to remain relaxed.
"But I'd fuck you like this, feeling you cringe
after the pain. With the afterglow of pain. Fucking
you because it's good, because I have the power to do
it, like I want it, not how you want it." He sometimes
did that, when Hooch had suffered, and he felt that
a brutal hard fast fuck was not enough of a contrast.
He'd often squeeze Hooch's balls then, after he'd come
himself, to add just that edge of pain and often getting
him off like that. With more pain.
groaned loudly, "I need ..." he never finished
the sentence, couldn't ask nor beg. Against his very
grain, but he needed, needed so badly. The pain, the
humiliation, and ever more pain.
down." Merciless. Vadim wanted to make Hooch come,
wanted to hear him lose it, but knew that Hooch needed
the exact opposite. Compassion, love, friendship, all
that only meant he had to give Hooch what he really
needed. "Slow. Down to a crawl. Shallower. Now
let it go, don't touch it, leave it right there. Both
hands on the ground. Breathe."
..." Hooch's voice hardly human, but he did as
he'd been told. The steel plug remained deeply embedded
in him, and he shuddered as he stilled, so close to
coming, his breathing was erratic and loud in the phone.
a cock ring. No, better. You won't want to embarrass
yourself. Get that chastity device. Put it on. Careful,
I don't want you to come. Not now. Not without permission.
Wear it under the uniform
our little secret."
breathing was ragged and Hooch's voice impossibly husky.
"Shit, I ... need to get soft to get into it."
Desperation tinged his voice, too. "Cold shower.
Yes. Give me a moment."
be here," Vadim promised. "Don't finish yourself
won't." The sound of movement, then nothing for
a few minutes, before the phone was picked up. Hooch's
voice sounded more normal now, it had regained some
of its equilibrium. "I did as you ordered. Locked
in, the plug as well. Where am I to leave the key?"
it in an envelope and drop it off at the gym for Matt."
Vadim smiled now. "Get dressed and attend that
Mess function like a good soldier."
will." The discomfort was evident, but also the
way Hooch hid it. "I will call you later."
smiled. "I'll be here. Later." He had to hang
up, to not break the tension too much, allowing Hooch
his fantasy, and, besides, he should call Matt. He redialled
the number and fortified himself against that saccharine
sweetness of the receptionist, knowing that the private
line had been set to the switchboard.
was just as annoyingly enthusiastic as before, but quickly
patched him through to Matt's mobile, who had just finished
Matt sounded breathless, and there was music in the
background. He was clearly not just giving training
but taking it at the same time.
here. I just
talked to Hooch. He's off to his
function, but I think he'd appreciate it if you were
there when he returns. I don't think he'll linger more
than he absolutely has to." Vadim smiled. "You
think you'll be home?"
took Matt a moment before he caught on. "I always
am ..." The sudden change in breathing told Vadim
that Matt had figured out what he was talking about.
Matt moved from the gym up the stairs, through sets
of doors and into the flat above. "Will he need
to be silenced?"
timbre in his voice gave proof that while Matt didn't
play those games, he had learned how to reap their benefit.
not." Vadim grinned. "Make sure he left you
an envelope - or you'll need a bolt cutter and maybe
some embarrassing help at a local clinic. He should
have dropped it off."
on ..." paper in Matt's hands, then a smile in
his voice. He had found the envelope with the key and
a few words written on it. "How much will he need?"
him kneel when he gets back, gag him and blindfold him
and take the gear off. Fuck him hard. He'll be desperate
when he gets back, I'm not sure slow and gentle does
it after he's worn the chastity stuff for several hours.
You okay with that?"
I'm okay with that. I won't even ask what he's thinking
of." Matt's voice was coloured with a hint of arousal.
"Did Hooch tell you about my go at photography?
Want me to take some?"
did." Vadim gave a low chuckle. "I
wouldn't mind. Shit. I wouldn't. Too bad I'm getting
too old to get photographed in the nude, or I'd ask
you to take some of me. But Hooch
you're not too old to be photographed, it's all a matter
of how you take the pictures, but I'll snap some
of Hooch tonight. I'll send them across by mail."
A pause, "when are we seeing you two again?"
and of course in January, because,
yeah, Dan and I are getting married." Vadim gave
a laugh. He'd check his email throughout the day. Damn.
Hooch bound and desperate on photos. Imagination alone
was great, but photos
he forced himself to concentrate
on what he was saying. "In Europe, we're just inviting
everybody, so, yeah, it would be good to have you there,
too. Hooch is my best man, but partners and friends
fuck, that's, like, the best news since Dan called me
to say that Hooch was getting medevaced out." Matt
was audibly grinning. "I've followed the debate,
you're lucky bastards. Don't think it'll ever get here.
Gods own country and all that shit, and let's wave the
flag." Despite his words, Matt laughed.
Vadim refrained from agreeing with words - Matt was
still an American, and those tended to be irrationally
patriotic, whatever their country did to them. Let alone
all the other things that he disliked about the remaining
sole Superpower. Invading Iraq, making noises towards
Iran, and seriously believing that they could
change Afghanistan. Bush was a disaster, as laughably
incompetent as any of the old men of the politbuero
had ever been, but this was the new century, and part
of him had hoped that they'd entered a more rational,
less ideological age. America was single-handedly proving
him wrong. "You'll be welcome," he said by
way of diplomacy.
"I make sure I'll be there. Can't let Hooch have
all the fun for himself. Tell Dan congrats from me,
and you'll hear from me later. Bye."
"Bye." With that the call ended, and Vadim
put the phone down and stretched his chest. That was
two, well, three down, best man and his partner set
up. He'd make a list of guests, too. That also included
Katya, and he'd try to get hold of Nikolai. Anya? Unlikely.
Maybe he should leave that to Katya. She had more influence
over her daughter than he had. He jutted down some notes
and was surprised at how many names appeared. Some were
arcane, long-lost people like the Swedish cop. If he
was still around in the area, and didn't mind coming
to a gay marriage. It would be fun - he knew it would
couple of hours later, after Dan had received his phone
call from Jean, which left him with a huge grin and
a thought he'd keep for later, he was called down for
dinner. Dan slapped a stack of paper onto the table.
"I made a list, but it's insane. Maggie did say
to think of anyone we might want to see, but this is
crazy." He followed Vadim into the kitchen to help
put the food onto the table. One handed, with the knackered
second knee he needed the cane all the time for now.
"What about yours?"
pulled the quiche out of the oven and nodded towards
the bread basket and salad bowl. "More than I thought,"
he murmured. "I guess the next stage is to agree
who we want to see and who one of us doesn't like. Matt's
coming, I talked to him already, and I'll invite Katya.
I was just thinking to try and find that cute Swedish
cop that got me out of the worst after Finland. Weird,
I'm still curious about what happened to him. Maybe
even some guys from the SAS selection, though ... that
might be weird. Andy. He was a good one."
not? If you can track them down? Or rather, get Maggie
to track them down for you, she might be officially
retired, but she still has her bloodhounds." Dan
grinned, balancing salad bowl and bread basket all in
one hand. "There are some guys I liked from my
PMC teams, back in the Gulf and the Balkans. Then the
Americans, of course, the chopper crew. If they want,
or have the time, the money and the inclination, I'd
like to see them again, especially the kid." Dan
managed to get the items to the table without any accidents.
Returning to the kitchen for the coffee and the water.
"Dima and Markus, of course, they are right on
top of the list, together with the likes of Maurice,
Beauvais, the Glaswegian chaps, and don't forget my
entire family, which seems to grow by the hour, and
your entire family, and, most importantly, the part
of family that is both yours and mine."
He grinned, "I really can't wait to tell Kisa and
Duncan." He was back in the doorframe, reaching
for the water bottle, "what about your former life?"
don't want to embarrass General Ivanov." Vadim
had stopped calling him Lesha after that ill-fated meeting.
It didn't seem right. "I guess I can send him an
email, emails are quickly deleted and forgotten, saves
us both the embarrassment. Szandor is dead, so is Sasha,
Platon, and Vanya. Dima is already on your list, so
he's a given. And other than that ... I lost touch,
they didn't mind me rotting in the Lubyanka, or we weren't
close." Vadim sat down and started cutting up the
quiche. Solange's recipe. He would have thought the
fact she was a Muslim would have kept her from using
bacon, but she had looked at him, smiling, and called
herself a "Muslim-light". "My swimming
coach is likely dead, and ... oh." His old father.
"Oh, no way I'll ship my father or his family over.
That would ruin everything." Father issues. The
whole psychoanalysis had only served to make himself
very aware of his hang-ups, especially when it came
down to family.
" Dan poured water into their glasses, "I
don't think I'm going to have anyone there from my old
life in Forces, either. It's too long ago, I was a different
guy then, and there isn't really a mate that I bonded
with, but we have new mates now. We could invite the
best lads from the Spa and see who balks in terror and
who actually shows up." He laughed, holding out
his plate for a large piece of pie. "And as for
family, mine will be brother, sister in law, three nephews
and their assorted wives, girlfriends, and babies. That's
some Spa guys - fine with me." Vadim pushed the
slice of quiche on Dan's plate. It didn't disintegrate,
not like last time.
into the pie, Dan looked up after his first bite. "It
would be good to meet Anoushka and her partner, in all
those years I've never met your daughter, and your son
is a great guy. Perhaps Katya could somehow persuade
see if Katya can put her foot down. Even emergency surgeons
need holidays, and I'm not above using some force to
get Anya to comply. But from what Nikolai says, she's
turned out a bit of a bitch ... she'll require some
careful handling, I suppose." No wonder, as she's
eternally pissed off at him for just leaving - and that
was well-deserved. "Well. We can attempt to be
courteous and friendly."
grinned. "If she's anything like her father used
to be when he was her age, then it's probably no surprise."
The quiche was good and Dan showed his approval by chewing
with gusto. "I think I know how to handle an explosive
good are you in dealing with man-hating lesbians?"
they any worse than rapist Spetsnaz homosexuals?"
Dan bared his teeth in a sharp grin.
swallowed. "No. Don't think so." Did it shock
him? No. But surprise. Yes. Was it the word or the thought,
or was he reacting weirdly to banter. Banter. "Alright,
we'll try and get her and her partner in. That's a lot
of phone calls and emails."
reached across, touching Vadim's arm. He'd seen a reaction
in Vadim's face, a twitch, or whatever it was, and he'd
learned that it could mean a whole torrent beneath.
"I was joking, okay?" he smiled, "but
I guess it wasn't a very funny joke. I'm sorry."
was just ... surprised." Speaking. Communicating.
Whether it was a nightmare, a flashback, or irrational
fear and anger, he had to communicate. "I'm nothing
of that anymore. And that's not denial. It's just ..."
not denial, you are right. You are nothing like that
anymore. Neither am I the man anymore who tortured you."
Dan gently squeezed Vadim's fingers.
looked at the food, and Dan's hand in his. "No,
it's not very funny. Guess it never was."
it was a shit joke and I'll try not to make one like
that anymore, but you know me, I usually open mouth
first and then engage brain."
don't pussyfoot around me. I can take a joke."
If I get it's a joke. Damn those triggers.
don't pussyfoot, you know that. I just realise some
things a bit quicker these days." Dan smiled and
gave Vadim's hand another squeeze. "It is over.
It's the past, and some things really are the past.
So much so that I'm going to marry you. After
twenty-five years. Get that, Vadim, twenty-five years.
We'll have our silver anniversary on our wedding."
of a century." Vadim reached out with his other
hand and held Dan's in both of his. "You made me
human. I stand by that. You made me into somebody I
would have wanted to become, if I'd ever thought about
what I wanted to be that wasn't about a record or power
or a rank or some ... delusion I was chasing. If all
that was gone and stripped away, the man I am, I am
because of what you did, what you made me feel all those
years. Damn right you're going to marry me."
swallowed, stared at Vadim and swallowed again. Fuck,
that had hit him, fair and square, and all he could
do was batter the sudden flood of emotions down with
a jackhammer. "I ... wouldn't be me without you.
Wouldn't even exist anymore." He tilted his head,
wild grey hair, mixed with dark, falling into his face.
"Is that enough reason to marry you? Aye?"
it is." Vadim smiled, and all he really wanted
to do was hold him now, hold Dan tight, but he'd do
that later, after the food, and after he'd cleared everything
away, standing in the kitchen and holding. They were
fortunate in ways they discovered every day anew, he
a week later the Baroness called, and from the tone
of her voice, she was rather pleased with what she had
planned so far. She told Dan that she recommended Edinburgh
for the ceremony, the capital of his home country, and
the exquisite Balmoral hotel on Prince's street, with
its spectacular ballroom, overlooking the whole of the
glorious city. Dan was speechless at first, listening
to the rest of her list, then asked her if he could
call her back, because he wanted to talk to Vadim about
class. Exquisite. Expensive. Posh. Ballroom. Holy fuck,
that sounded as much like him as a Russian peasant's
working boots sounded like Vadim.
had a few bits of information scribbled down on a piece
of paper when he went into their gym, to find Vadim
do push-ups with free weights, breathing out every time
he lifted the bar.
you seated comfortably?" Dan stood in his favourite
position, leaning casually against the doorframe. It
took some weight off his knee and didn't make him look
like a granddad.
Vadim pushed up again, then moved the bar back on the
rack, and he sat up, patches of sweat on his grey shirt.
"Now I am."
called ... I think she completely missed her calling
in life, she should have become a wedding coordinator."
Dan grimaced rather than grinned, and put the paper
far too close in front of his eyes. Damn, he'd forgotten
his reading glasses again.
diplomacy something like that?" Vadim wiped his
hands on his gym slacks. "What has she coordinated
suggests Edinburgh, the Balmoral hotel, and their ball
room, the Sir Walter Scott suite." Dan looked up
from reading, raising his brows. "I don't know
if you know, but the Balmoral is the most expensive
hotel in a very expensive city. It's damn posh, it's
probably so snooty they wouldn't even let me in if I
didn't happen to be one of the grooms."
laughed. "I read 'Kenilworth' and 'Ivanhoe' and
'Heart of Midlothian'? That is as far as my exposure
to Sir Walter Scott goes, apart from the monument on
Dan huffed. "But that's not all, she was talking
about weird stuff such as wedding favours, whatever
the fuck they are, wedding stationary, wedding flowers,
wedding decorations, wedding-fucking-cake, wedding
music, wedding catering, wedding ... you get the gist."
Dan let his hand drop and groaned.
It sounds like a nightmare to me. Unless you have anything
to say about all this, or any preferences, I'd suggest
we just let her get on with everything the way she wants
to, because I really, truly and honestly, can't be arsed.
I'd rather do the whole SAS selection again, than trying
to figure out what bloody flowers should be on which
bloody table accompanied by what bloody music."
He grimaced again.
grinned and wiped his forehead on his shoulders. "I'm
happy with that. Did you send her the list of people?"
I did, but I have no idea how the hell she is going
to find some of the guys. Besides, they might not even
be alive anymore." Dan shrugged, "but I guess
she isn't Her Ladyship for nothing. You do realise there'll
be precious few females? I kind of feel sorry for the
few that will be there." Dan pondered a moment,
"no, actually, I don't. They are all tough bitches,"
he said with a fond grin, "except for my sister
in law. Poor Mhairi, perhaps we should get someone to
be extra nice to her? She'll probably be a bit overwhelmed,
even though I think Duncan won't fare all that much
place her near somebody
He's good at acting straight, too. Or one of the Spa
guys, there must be some that have manners."
He could already picture that. "Wait, if Solange's
there, she'll be nice to her. Solange is nice to everybody."
that would work, and if we can get George, he'd be impeccably
behaved." Dan let out a huff of laughter. "I
guess any of the straight folk just have to expect that
there will be more men than women and that the majority
won't be playing the opposite field."
we'll have to invite their partners, and I assume George
will bring that PA of his. And our straight contacts
their women." Vadim gave a smile. "It might
just work - it would be expected that military grooms
have more male than female friends."
that, too." Dan folded the paper and put it into
his jeans pocket. "A propos George ... last time
we spoke he didn't have anyone yet. Don't you think
that Maurice might be just the right thing for hung-up
George? Free spirited crazy-arsed French doctor and
tight-as-a-button English financier." He let out
a laugh and waved his hands before Vadim could say anything.
"I know, I know, they say the one drawback of a
happy marriage is that you want to see all your friends
in one, too."
and French? That spells doom." Vadim shook his
head, but grinned. "I assume there will be some
hooking up, though. Why not? The guys can just as well
enjoy themselves when they travel all the way to Edinburgh."
you planning on a gay orgy and ..." Dan didn't
finish his sentence, because the main phone ranf, and
none of the stations was in the gym. "Shit."
Dan rolled his eyes, "I'm slow, can you get it?"
Vadim grabbed a towel on the way out and headed into
the living room. "Yes?"
What a pleasure to talk to you." Maggie's voice.
I congratulate you as well? I'm sorry to call again,
but I am afraid I only now realised a terrible oversight
on my part. I did not explicitly state that the celebrations
are my wedding gift, did I? Oh dear, I fear I must be
smiled and walked back with the phone towards the gym.
"We are delighted, and, well, humbled a bit as
well, but of course we'll receive it in the same spirit
as it is given. Comparing how things started, getting
this 'happily ever after' is ... an interesting development.
am ever so pleased that you are pleased." Her voice
sounded younger, suddenly. "I'd also like you to
know that I am going to subsidise rooms for guests.
We cannot possibly have them fly in from all over the
world, and be unnecessarily out of their pockets, can
we? So, please be assured that everything will be taken
care of for everyone, and that immediate family and
friends, and of course the best men, will be all accommodated
in the Balmoral hotel, with further accommodation available
in the Scotsman and the Carlton, both only a few yards
away on North bridge." She'd had a lifetime of
organising far greater things than a wedding, and yet
her enthusiasm was audible.
very appreciated ..." Vadim didn't want to do the
numbers. He'd had a look at the hotel's website, and,
well, all that wasn't cheap, by a long stretch.
would also like to invite best men with partners and
spouses and both your families to a few days for acclimatisation.
I believe that offering subsidised accommodation for
all your other friends for two nights before the celebration
and the night itself would be suitable? I would hate
to see the party suffer from jet lag."
is incredibly generous of you, and frankly not something
we'd have thought of. Hopefully you'll find the people
enjoyable, too ..."
gave a quiet laughter, then, "a propos party, what
do you think of Scottish music for the ceremony? I know
that Dan will enjoy it, but I do not wish to presume
anything. I was thinking of a piper, a fiddler and a
drummer, and for the evening's entertainment a Ceilidh
band, with dancing master, so that all guests may join
in. I was hoping to book a somewhat more contemporary
band for the late night party, I was told there are
bands that play Scottish music with ... 'oomph'."
The way she said that colloquial word with her posh
voice and perfect diction caused Vadim to grin.
I like Scottish music, and Dan should as a matter
am most extraordinarily glad in that case. Please tell
Dan that I am not doing too badly with my mission to
seek out the guests." She paused a moment, "I
was wondering, if I send the invitations out, would
your family and friends have already heard the good
news from you? I am about to send you a scan of the
invitations by email, my cook has a most marvellous
nephew, he is a wizard of technology, bless the fine
- we got the best men set and then we ... didn't pursue
it quite as vigorously as we should've." Vadim
leaned against the doorframe, grinning at Dan. "But
if you handle that part, I guess them calling us is
easier than us chasing everybody up anyway."
laughed, almost at odds with the iron-willed elderly
lay. "Do I detect a hint of ... cowardice there?"
She teased, "or laziness? If I were talking to
Dan I would guess for both."
Ma'm, and it's easy to stay in our little bubble here
in timeless Kiwiland."
least you are honest, I do so appreciate that."
The smile was audible in her voice. "There shall
be a scan for you to approve in about half an hour.
I promise after that I will leave you in peace and simply
organise the celebrations. All you have to do is turn
up on time. A few days before, don't you forget that."
grinned. "We'll fly over a week before, maybe two.
We'll be there. Missing our own wedding would be too
strange, especially as we inconvenienced everybody else."
He paused. "Do you wish to speak to Dan? He's sitting
here watching me and probably wants to talk to you,
no, thank you, that'll be just fine. As long as you
let me know if I may go ahead with the invitations."
course. I'll check our email and get back to you ASAP."
pause, and then a warm, "I wish you a good day,
too, Ma'm." He hung up.
looked up from the bench. "Any more weird things
on the wedding malarkey list?"
handling the invitations, and got down to music, subsidizing
rooms and inviting the closer people a couple days in
advance." Vadim shook his head. "I'd have
loved to have her as my quartermaster back in Kabul."
Dan laughed, "she would have organised the whole
of Afghanistan, down to every Muja, in about a month."
pushed himself back up, "what was that about email?
Should I head upstairs to check something?"
She's sending us a scan of the invitations." Vadim
leaned in for a kiss. "I start to feel like royalty."
I start to feel very frightened ..." Dan rolled
his eyes, then gave a slap onto Vadim's buttocks. "Come
on, let's get it done and over with. The quicker we
say 'okay' the faster she sends them out and the sooner
the phone starts ringing." He groaned.
Vadim stepped back and followed Dan out of the gym and
up the stairs. Marriage, he thought. It was all hard
to imagine, unreal, especially with the dimensions this
was taking. The computer was always on, the mail programme
checked mails every few minutes.
an hour had definitely been an exaggeration, because
a mail was already downloading, with a fairly large
attachment. When Dan opened the mail the text read 'Dear
friends, I forgot to inform you that the flowers and
decoration will be thistles and natural grass, there
is therefore no need to worry about the potential of
any un-manliness', Dan laughed at that description and
shook his head. Her Ladyship had gained a newfound,
almost irreverent humour in her advanced years. He read
on, 'and you will hopefully like the stationary that
I have chosen. They are an understated off-white, with
gold embossed Rene Mackintosh design in one corner'.
Dan groaned, "understated? My arse."
she got you right with the thistle," Vadim commented.
fucking prickly?" Dan smirked.
they opened the image attachment they saw the elegant
stationary and the pre-printed message:
Margaret de Vilde requests the pleasure of the company
the Civil Partnership ceremony of her friends
Daniel Ewan McFadyen
Mr Vadim Petrovich Krasnorada
the Ceremony Room at The Balmoral Hotel, Princes Street,
Edinburgh on Saturday 21st January 2006, at 2.30pm
and afterwards in the Sir Walter Scott Suite, The
Balmoral Hotel, Princes Street, Edinburgh
fuck." Dan exhaled, "it really is real, then,
aye? What the hell happened to us along the way? We
used to be so cool and reckless."
grew up, got modestly well-off, and somehow stood each
other for twenty-five years."
is the biggest bloodiest understatement of the century."
Dan sat down on the chair.
enjoying herself so much, we shouldn't spoil it for
her. And anything more than understated will feature
horse-drawn carriages ... so be glad it's 'just' this."
no! Horse drawn carriage? Maggie? I don't believe you,
but I'm not going to risk it. I'll reply straight away."
laughed. "Yeah. Let's not take any risks."
they had to do now was bracing themselves for the phone
calls from family and friends.
calls came in for days - at ungodly hours, too, which
made Vadim laugh. Whenever the phone rang in the next
days, he knew what he would be saying and explaining
and it amazed him how many people they knew and how
many of those cared. Katya promised to bring Anoushka,
Nikolai agreed to come, too. Dima, Markus, Beauvais,
Maurice, George, the Glaswegian guys who were still
together, several squaddie friends from their Merc days
and PMC team mates, and of course the best lads from
the Spa ... there was nobody of any importance who didn't
come - or promised to. Kisa had made noises over the
phone which Dan described as squeals, but decided to
be kind and not to mock her, and Duncan, well, Duncan
and Mhairi were just as warm and delighted as anyone
could have expected. Dan's rescued copter crew would
be there as well, and Vadim kept a list, which grew
daily. It would be a huge party.
November arrived, he flew out to meet Hooch; it was
good, comfortable, they knew each other so well, and
as deep and dark as they went, as easy and good was
the comradeship and that love and care that just enriched
and didn't rival. Love, thought Vadim, never destroyed,
it just added a new dimension, more depth. It was only
a matter of how to approach it.
Europe, meeting the family, Jean, of course, and several
days that Dan spent with Jean on his own, while Vadim
this time, like Dan earlier, enjoyed some sights. Finally
Christmas with Duncan's family. A familiar rhythm they
had established, which found an unexpected high point
when Nikolai flew in and brought Kisa over for Christmas
in the Highlands.
celebrated once more in the Highlands, and Dan joked
when they all sang Auld Lang Syne, and had held hands,
waved arms and kissed everyone there, the whole family
with nephews, partners, babies ... that if this domesticated
scene was going to get worse, he'd have to have his
brain replaced and not his knee. Yet he secretly enjoyed
it. They were both fifty-six and while they didn't look
like it, they were getting older, and priorities had
so much, though, that Dan didn't grin like a fool at
Vadim when he mentioned the possibility of a stag night
with the best men. Vadim was up for it, of course, remembering
Jean's stag night, even though they had agreed to never
share a man again, but this was special, Vadim argued.
Hooch and Jean. It was a good thought, arousing and
plain fascinating - whether they'd get along and it
seemed only fitting to share that night. They flew down
to London at the beginning of January, for Vadim to
pick up his suit from the tailor, and then settled in
Edinburgh. Hooch and Jean had agreed to come early -
Matt would come with Hooch, but Solange couldn't get
out of a shoot much earlier than the wedding.
Baroness had been in Edinburgh, but was back down in
London for a few days, to organise something or other
that no one quite understood and thankfully left it
in her immensely capable hands. She would be flying
back up in a couple of days, to properly welcome her
week before the marriage, Dan and Vadim stood at Edinburgh
airport to pick up Hooch and Matt, waiting for the plane
from Heathrow. As usual, it took just about forever
until the luggage had come through and the two Americans
had made it through immigration and passport control.
Dan was the first one to spot Matt, thirty now, and
as perfectly sculpted, groomed and tanned as a model.
He was animatedly talking to Hooch. Hooch, as cool as
ever, shades stuck on top of his head, chewing a gum
and looking every inch as deadly with forty-five as
he had back in the Gulf. He had a slight smile on his
face as he listened to whatever Matt was explaining
with wild gestures.
that isn't an old couple then I'll let you fuck me sideways."
Dan commented with a grin.
let me do that anyway," murmured Vadim, but had
to agree. The two men looked very comfortable in each
other's presence. Everybody else might read them as
comrades or family, but this went deeper. Vadim sought
Hooch's gaze and met it. Hooch's eyes flashed a recognition,
smiling as he stepped closer. "How was the flight?"
even though Matt complains the seats are too small."
well are. Made for midgets." Matt grinned, and
before anyone got another word in, he pulled Dan into
a tight buddy-like hug. He'd perfected the art of touching
without touching. He'd always wanted to come
out of the closet and say fuck it all to the military,
but he never did, for Hooch's sake.
laughed. "Shit, kid, even you have grown
up. Far cry from the twenty-one year old Jarhead, aye?"
was Hooch who answered, with a raised brow. "Don't
mention that, or he'll worry about an imaginary grey
hair or a nonexistent wrinkle."
you." Matt groused, and Dan winked at Vadim, who
shook his head and embraced Hooch, too, no less inconspicuous
gathered up all the bags and suitcases and brought them
over to the rented car, paid the ticket and were off
to the old city centre. "Ever been here?"
Matt settled into the seat, while Hooch pushed the shades
back over his eyes, despite the rare sun being nothing
anything planned?" Hooch asked after a moment,
and the way he put a slight emphasis on the 'planned',
it was obvious what he meant.
you mean sightseeing, or ...?"
how jetlagged you guys are," Vadim said. "I
was thinking we'll head to the hotel and maybe grab
a bite and catch up."
haven't 'caught up' with Dan for a long time."
Matt grinned, still looking out of the window, as if
he hadn't listened.
own fucking loss." Dan craned his head, but could
only catch a glimpse of Hooch who was slouched in the
up' all together?" Hooch casually asked.
call," Vadim murmured.
didn't answer, kept looking out of the window, before
he turned and glanced first at Hooch, then ahead, head
slightly tilted. "Can I, like, have a quick chat
with you, Vadim?"
Matt smiled and settled back, once again watching the
city go by. Dan shrugged, and Hooch said and did absolutely
nothing, while Vadim got them back into the very centre.
parked not much later, and checked the guys in in the
Balmoral - they'd decided moving around between hotels
would be too awkward, and they'd be staying in the hotel
anyway from Thursday onwards. They brought them up to
their room, and left the two Americans alone to get
showered and changed - and to discuss whatever needed
to be discussed.
had made his way down into the Palm Court Bollinger
Bar, while Vadim checked his voice mail and called a
bunch of guys back who had questions regarding the marriage.
in one of the comfortable benches in a half-circle around
a small table, Dan had a drink, flicking through a couple
of Scottish newspapers. He almost didn't notice Hooch,
not until he had reached the table. It surprised him
that his senses, which had never left him, hadn't alerted
him to the man's presence. He would have noted anyone
else, strangers, staff, much earlier.
nodded to him, and Dan smiled, wordlessly indicating
the seat beside him. They didn't speak for a while,
and Hooch ordered a drink, then settled back with an
international newspaper. Both of them reading in companionable
Matt was knocking on the door of the exquisite room
that Dan and Vadim shared.
just switched the phone off.
Matt knocked again, listening to sounds from inside.
stepped to the door and opened it. "Yes. Come on
buddy." Matt smiled and stepped through. "Wonder
if you got a moment, like. Got some questions."
Vadim closed the door and gestured towards the mini
thanks. I don't drink anymore, not good for fitness,
actually true. Moderate drinking is no problem, but
I guess you Americans watch the carbs all the time?"
get me started." Matt laughed, "believe it
or not, but I got into the scientific side of things
and did a few courses on nutrition. I'm certified and
all. Gives me an edge over competitors and my clients
appreciate that I'm 'not just a pretty face'."
He laughed again.
not just a pretty face," Vadim agreed, vaguely
amused to have discovered what seemed a bit like a hang-up
for the kid.
me, you don't want to hear me start lecturing on it,
it'd probably bore you to death, and no, I rather be
chiselled with less effort than have a drink. Easier
to stop completely."
know I used to be part of the Soviet sport circus?"
Vadim shrugged. "But that's not what we were going
to talk about, right. Something else to drink?"
sat down. "Got some water?"
Still or sparkling? French, Scottish, or ... Hawaiian,
Matt laughed again, "just water. Scottish will
do. Sparkling." He watched Vadim busy himself at
the bar, which was everything but mini. "I wanted
to ask you about Hooch, and if I understand him right.
The whole thing." Matt shrugged, while Vadim selected
two bottles and poured them both water.
time, after your phone call, it was ... I don't know.
It was more than I expected and I didn't know what to
do, or do wrong, or right, or fuck all." His language
was still tinted with the Jarhead. "He usually
goes to that club of his, but I ..." He trailed
rather he didn't?"
I'm okay with that, I think, and I'm okay with you,
I just ... I just suddenly felt all possessive and at
the same time didn't know what I was doing." Taking
his water, Matt had a sip. "I don't have it in
me, I got to accept that, just ..." he looked at
Vadim with a confused expression.
met his gaze, then sat down, figuring that would be
more 'matey', more friendly. "It's a completely
different itch to scratch," he murmured. "The
pain is different from the love. The love is different
from the war. We're humans and humans can deal with
contradictions, not like bloody computers. You love
the man. He loves you." Vadim leaned forward. "What's
didn't hesitate. "I want to give him more of what
he needs, because I ... really got off on it last time.
But I don't know how, don't know if I'm doing it right,
and don't know how to deal with the whole thing other
than ignoring it, but ignoring has started to seriously
piss me off."
was silent for a while, pondering the thought that the
lover of his sometimes-lover asked him how to give the
latter what he needed. "Try and visit the same
club. Watch things. It's something that can be learnt.
Like you pick up any skill. Stress positions, for example.
You must have done that in the Marines?"
I know about shit like that. You think I can just use
some of the stuff and transfer it? Hooch told me about
his job, what he teaches, it's pretty much that kind
of thing. The crazy stuff."
That's a start. That's where I took it from. Well, inspiration
at least." Vadim studied that face, the thick neck,
the curve of muscles. "Guy once told me the bottom
is in control. He is. He lets it happen. He trusts you.
You give him what he wants. It's ... fairly selfless,
actually. At least I ... I'm best after I got off."
He gave a crooked little smile.
smiled in return and nodded. "Guess I'm better
at the selfless side of things, anyway."
wouldn't be here if you weren't," Vadim agreed.
tilted his head. "Going to the club, I might do
that, but I won't tell Hooch about it. He doesn't know
what I'm talking about with you, nor that I needed to
ask, also. I didn't tell him I got pissed off recently,
neither that I'm sure I can do more than he thinks."
He flashed a brighter smile, "that is, if I have
any fucking clue what he thinks."
guesswork for me, too, and he can drive me insane with
that." Vadim grinned. "Dan gets quite a few
clues from his various internet groups. He's ... pretty
good at that game, too, but everybody has his own style.
And it remains between us and in this room, no problem."
of course, the net, should have done some more of a
search myself." Taking a large mouthful of water,
Matt grinned, with obvious relief. "Thanks, buddy.
And for later ... you said the ball's in my court. Why?"
it is." Vadim studied him. "Your decision...
with that amount of innuendo, and my 'condition',"
he shrugged. "It's better things are out in the
open, so I don't misunderstand, or people misunderstand
me. I have to make the constant effort to communicate,
and that was my way of saying ... whatever ... is your
is happy with whatever happens?"
sounded it. Or, in any case, he could either be convinced
or suitably distracted." Vadim smiled. "There
will be quite a few very attractive men at the party,
too. It should be an interesting collection of characters."
sounds like my gym. Plenty of good looking gay
men." Matt winked. "But, like, if Dan's okay,
I'm okay, as long as we don't get into Hooch's stuff."
by me." Vadim half-emptied the glass and studied
Matt again, smiling. "We haven't done anything
like that in a while. Few guys I'm taking a deeper interest
in these days. Might be my age, too. Or simply some
of my issues."
but Hooch's here. And Hooch and you ..." Matt emptied
his glass. "It'll be good with you and Dan, has
been forever. You're old, but you're hot." Matt
stood, straightening up. "Good. I don't want to
make you feel like a necrophiliac."
won't, and it does mean I can be certain I'm the best
you want to be the prettiest face ... go ahead."
again!" Matt rolled his eyes but still grinned.
"Where do you want to meet? I'm good."
measured him. "Guess that's either our room or
yours ... beds should be about the right size."
here? Now?" Matt sat up straight, hands on his
grinned. "I'll call Dan on the phone and make sure
he brings Hooch."
Matt cocked one brow, then proceeded to undress without
the slightest reservations.
and Hooch, downstairs, had ended up in conversation
about civil rights, don't ask don't tell, Europe vs.
America, and gay marriage, when Vadim called. Dan had
his mobile on buzzer, and picked up.
Dan, you guys might want to come up to our room. Bring
..." Dan glanced across at Hooch and flashed a
toothy grin, when he cottoned on straight away. He pushed
a button to finish the call and grabbed the cane to
push himself off the bench.
wants us upstairs and I have the funny feeling that
if we don't, we might miss something we'd regret later."
huffed a low laugh and stood up as well, following Dan.
watched Matt undress, and damned, he was trained to
perfection, every muscle where it should be. He could
easily be an underwear model, his body as clear an advertisement
of his gym and nutrition as anything Vadim had ever
seen. He flicked the phone shut and pulled the jumper
over his head, slipping out of the leather shoes.
you do like what you see." Matt grinned
from ear to ear as he let himself fall back into the
comfortably upholstered chair, sprawling in all his
stark naked glory.
I fooled you?" Vadim opened his trousers and pulled
them down, then placed them on the free chair. "Must
be a better actor than I thought."
pretending to like what you see?" Matt's pose was
that of a high class model, clearly provocative. One
leg stretched out, the other on a nearby chair, knee
bent and falling open, displaying 'the goods', which
were no less groomed than the rest of his body. One
hand casually resting on his roped abs, fingers splayed
negligently, while the other arm lay along the armrest
of the chair, presenting those finely honed muscles
of his arms and shoulders to their best advantage. His
body was smooth, waxed, except for some neatly kept
pubic hair at the base of his cock. He was, to all intents
and purposes, the picture of perfection. Thirty-five
years old, and by no means the naive kid anymore, the
Jarhead who'd shown Dan that kissing for fun and sex
with laughter were a good thing.
was about to say something, when the door to the room
opened and Dan walked inside, immediately followed by
turned, gave a smile, and continued to study that body,
the easy grace - not soldierlike, nothing like that
about Matt anymore. "He started it," Vadim
murmured in mock-defence.
believe you." Hooch drawled, "I live with
him." With the air of someone who was long-suffering,
even though the hint of a grin spoiled the effect.
do you survive that?" Dan closed the door behind
them, looking at the naked man in the chair. Holy fuck,
the 'kid' was no kid anymore, but so goddamned perfect,
he looked like coming straight out of a high class porn.
"You're already forty-five, how do you deal with
that?" He gestured towards Matt, as if he were
an - admittedly incredibly arousing - piece of art.
the military training." Hooch shrugged, "without
it, I couldn't guarantee for my health."
made his way closer to the chair, watched by Matt who
remained in the same position, grinning, and oozing
sex out of every pore. "What do you think, Vadim,"
Dan pointed right at Matt's cock, "what could we
use that one for?"
studied it. "Many things come to mind, really.
I guess we could simply see how calm and relaxed he
is when he's begging to be taken down the throat, after
some appropriate kissing and licking, of course."
..." Dan glanced at Hooch, "you know him best,
what would be best done with it?"
cock?" Hooch seemed to ponder, as he took the remaining
steps towards them, standing beside Dan and Vadim. All
three men looked down at the naked Matt on the chair.
"Or the ass? He does like to get fucked, after
pursed his lips. "You think he could take three
men?" He reached down to touch Matt's abs. "He's
strong enough, I think. And I certainly would enjoy
seeing his ass pounded."
still didn't say anything and didn't seem likely to
do so in the near future, but he pulled in a sharp breath
at the touch, and his cock visibly hardened from the
he agrees." Dan pointed at the half-hard cock.
quite a slut on occasion." Hooch flashed one of
his miniature grins. "I once found him shagging
with two guys, down in the gym, after hours."
eyes flashed at the spilling of secrets, and he let
his head relax back a little, effectively baring his
... you think he's strong enough to take it standing?
He looks quite solid." Dan leaned down to run a
hand across Matt's pecs, taking his time with brushing
over and teasing the nipples, causing another sharp
intake of breath.
think he is," Vadim agreed, "maybe if he faces
a wall so he can support himself if it gets too hard
for him." It was a wicked pleasure watching how
Matt reacted to the words, how the ease was underpinned
with tension, the sensuousness by arousal.
let him hold onto one of us, cock down his throat, to
keep us entertained." Hooch mentioned casually,
as if talking about the latest weapons development.
guess he would make a good pre-wedding present, wouldn't
he?" Dan leaned closer, dropped his hand to Matt's
cock, merely brushing along its length, watching it
Vadim leaned it to kiss, then bite a nipple, which caused
Matt to jump and let out a hiss, while Vadim murmured
against Matt's skin. "You guys are overdressed."
are you," Dan quipped, but without taking his eyes
off Matt and Vadim, he got out of his clothes in record
time, pulling a chair close to take the weight of his
knees while being close. Stroking Matt's legs, arms,
torso, wherever he could reach. Stroking and teasing,
went slower, more deliberately, but when he was naked,
he leaned over Matt, who had let his head fall back
on the backrest on the chair, fully baring his throat.
With a remarkably tender gesture, he caressed Matt's
face, smiled at him, and their eyes met for moment,
before Hooch dove in for a demanding kiss.
The kind of kiss that never featured in porn movies,
Vadim thought, suddenly breathless from Hooch's intensity,
even if it was directed at somebody else. He shed the
remaining clothes and concentrated on Matt's chest,
biting and sucking those nipples, rolling them between
his teeth, moving from a tease to what would have been
pain if Matt hadn't been turned on by it. Matt's chest
heaved, breath fluttering with the attempt to remain
calm, but the sound that was swallowed by Hooch kiss
was so goddamned sexy, it charged the atmosphere in
the otherwise still room.
men breathing, the fourth one increasingly frantic,
and another sound escaped, far more desperate, when
Dan leaned closer to lick along the length of Matt's
cock. He teased the slit, taking his time while pushing
his palm against Matt's hip to keep him down in the
seat and prevent any attempts to thrust up and towards
Vadim watched that from the corner of his eyes - Dan
on another man, and he knew exactly what it felt to
be on the receiving end, knew exactly how Dan drove
another guy wild. He brought up a hand to lay it flat
on Matt's stomach, placing pressure there to keep him
still, then, as he was sucking on one nipple, twisting
the other, he took hold of Matt's knee and pulled his
leg up and to the side, opening the younger man further.
was Hooch who pulled back from the demanding kiss, leaving
Matt to make small, suppressed noises, that went straight
into Dan's cock, while he was mercilessly teasing the
one between his lips.
think he's ready." Hooch drawled in a low, husky
voice. "Question is, who wants him first? Which
one of the two grooms?"
Vadim glanced up, but Matt still said nothing, eyes
almost closed, lips parted and glistening from Hooch's
kissing. Breath coming fast and shallow, his hands had
curled into the armrests of the chair, and he was more
lying in than sitting. Pliable, passive, utterly gorgeous.
The perfect gift.
Vadim felt a shiver pass through him - he hadn't had
him, that first 'meeting' had somehow put up a wall,
and he'd never have expected that would ever become
an issue. All those years later, it suddenly did. He
glanced at Dan to gauge his reaction. "I wouldn't
mind," he murmured.
nodded, then moved his head to lick across Matt's shuddering
abs, and up the chest. When he reached the nipples,
Matt lifted his head, cast one glance at Vadim with
an almost imperceptible nod. His next reaction was a
gasp and his eyes closed when Dan bit and then sucked
on a nipple, before he pulled back.
yours." Dan murmured with a gesture towards Hooch,
and a glance at Vadim. Hooch slipped his hands underneath
Matt's shoulders and pulled him up to stand, then made
him turn around, until he stood over the chair, facing
down." Hooch's voice was low and goddamned sexy,
the arousal lent it a husky quality.
complied, and Dan stood up, taking a good look at the
offered arse, with a sharp intake of breath at the perfection
before him. "I'll do the honours." He went
to get condoms and lube.
placed both hands on Matt's back, stroking, then kneading
the muscles, bending down to kiss his neck. Still strange,
as he was Dan's lover, and, on several more levels,
Hooch's lover. When Dan offered him the lube and the
condom, he took the condom and stepped a little bit
sideways. "Open him up for me," he murmured
to Dan, meanwhile getting the condom out.
was watching them, stroking the back of Matt's neck,
his shoulders, carding his fingers through the dark
hair. Eyes intently on Dan, who got a generous amount
of lube onto his hand, warming it slightly, before placing
his scarred left hand onto the small of Matt's lower
back, the right slowly entering with one finger, but
quickly adding a second, while Matt let out a low moan.
rolled the condom down; no question, safety first, watching
Dan get Matt completely ready - it seemed like the right
thing to do, less weird now, less loaded with past and
unpleasant memories. When Dan nodded at him, he stepped
closer, took hold of himself and positioned, then began
to thrust in, more a slow easing, leaning into the other's
solid body, slow, but inevitable, and Matt's reaction
was sparked like a fuse exploding through electricity.
He reached for Hooch instead of the chair, digging his
hands into Hooch's hips, the way the fingers curled
into muscles and bones had to be painful, but Hooch
merely took in an audible breath, when Matt nuzzled
his face against his now fully hard cock. Hooch's eves
never left the scene, watching every detail, each movement.
don't think we should make him cum." Dan commented.
He once again reached for Matt's nipples, playing with
them almost casually.
you are right, but he should keep me entertained."
Hooch murmured, pulled back and nudged with his cut
cock against Matt's lips, which immediately opened,
pushed forward and down the length of the cock with
Vadim's next thrust. And seeing that tightened Vadim's
guts, sexy, yes, knowing what that felt like, how a
second cock really changed everything. He took Matt's
hips, to stabilize them both and to make sure Matt wasn't
driven too far. Hooch did the same to Matt's shoulders,
as Vadim began to thrust properly, deep, forceful, carefully
measuring how much Matt needed right there.
sounds that Matt made, muffled by his lover's cock,
were some of the sexiest that Dan had ever heard, and
he sat back down, watching the scene, while never taking
his hands off Matt's chest and nipples, adding to the
overload of sensations, but otherwise a spectator, turned
on by sounds, sight and smell.
was starting to shudder when Vadim was thrusting harder
and Hooch, who had himself under remarkable control,
keeping close but never too close, warned Vadim. "He
cums from getting fucked." A glance at Dan, "stop
Dan understood, reached for Matt's cock, hard and wet
with precum, and he squeezed hard at the base, cock
and balls, almost brutal, acting as a cockring to stop
Matt's orgasm, who nearly screamed against the cock
in his throat, bucking backwards and into Vadim, trying
to get off.
boy." Hooch murmured breathlessly, with a half-grin.
grinned and stilled, forcing himself to pause. It cost
him a lot, but he managed, shuddering, very nearly there
himself, but forced himself to wait for Matt to calm
down, and with a huge effort, pulled free, while Matt
groaned and protested, but had no choice, than to accept.
Vadim evaded his own climax, because that way there
would be more fun, more need, more lust. "Dan?
you?" Dan looked up and pointedly onto Vadim's
rock hard cock, while letting go of Matt's cock and
balls, who groaned, but was muffled the next second,
when Hooch pushed his cock back down the willing throat.
watch." Vadim stepped closer to Dan, who was surprised
when Vadim grabbed his neck passionately, and kissed
him deeply, pressing against him. No man. No other man,
but this one, right here.
Vadim pulled back, Dan smiled at him for a moment, while
feeling dark eyes intently on him. He didn't need to
turn his head to know that Hooch was watching him. A
sound from Matt brought him right back to the man whose
smooth and muscular arse was invitingly open, bared,
loosened enough to be fucked without preliminaries.
was letting out whimpers, of need or anger, or lust,
or discomfort, was not clear but it didn't matter, because
all that counted was the sound, the movement of the
body and the way Matt tried to lower his shoulders more,
despite the cock down his throat, and to lift his arse
up higher and spread his legs even further. This man
wanted to be fucked, and Dan never took his eyes off
the body while getting a condom onto himself.
lube, steadying, knees, body and Matt and Dan thrust
forward, up to the hilt, all the way, and Matt screamed
against the intruding cock, yet pushed backwards, as
if his body begged for more.
shuddered, still standing close, almost close enough
to brush Dan. He felt his heat and the heat of Matt,
smells and sounds overwhelming, and he wished he'd finished,
watching Dan thrust, the hip muscles, and the cock that
slid in and out, hypnotic, intense, unbearably sexy.
Like Dan, though, he took hold of Matt's cock, squeezing
the base to keep him from reaching the peak, but brushing
Matt with his own cock. He pulled off the condom and
just enjoyed the brush of heated, smooth skin.
Hooch pushed away, whole body tense, too close to the
edge. The moment his cock slipped out from between Matt's
lips, the sounds Matt made filled the room, drilling
down into Dan's mind and guts and balls, making him
speed up and increase his grip on the lean hips.
body was covered in a sheen of sweat, pooling in the
small of his back, and Hooch reached forward, as far
as he could, to run his hand through the sweat, and
to slowly, deliberately, lick it off his fingers, first
looking at Dan, whose eyes widened, and then at Vadim,
intensely fixing him with dark eyes.
thrusts became erratic, speeding up, violent with his
need, as the orgasm drew closer and he was taken in,
body and mind, by the heat, the tightness, and by Matt's
responses. The scent of fresh sweat, the body that begged
for more and held its own by the strength pitted against
Dan's. When he came, he thrust uncontrollably, letting
out a deep groan. Shuddering while staying inside Matt's
body, hands leaving visible impacts on the buttocks
think ..." Dan managed to get out, still shaking
with the aftershocks, "it's your turn." Looking
whimpered, groaned, let out unintelligible sounds, as
Dan pulled out to discard the condom. Matt was out of
it, and despite being doubtlessly sore, he was begging
for more, the desperation was palpable.
voice was so husky, his drawl was close to being just
as unintelligible as Matt's sounds of lust. "Get
him to suck you off." To Vadim.
didn't protest, just released Matt's cock and took Hooch's
position, supporting the man like Hooch had done, offering
his cock to Matt's lips, who eagerly took it, sucking
down as far as he was offered, muffling those sounds
once more, and Vadim couldn't help but stroke the head,
neck, sweaty and hot. There was no force, no darkness,
just passion and tenderness, respect for the one who
took all this.
sat down, within reach of Matt once more, marvelling
at the hard cock, purple, straining, slick with precum,
and he touched it lightly, causing Matt to jump. Dan
grinned, shook his head and murmured "no".
He knew Matt well enough to realise he wouldn't need
a hand. When he looked up, he saw Hooch move forward,
bareback, no condom, not with his own lover. An intimacy
and distinction which touched Dan deeply. Hooch poised,
didn't slick himself up either, instead forced himself
to wait, and used his fingers to enter Matt, drawing
more muffled screams, as he angled, searched and found
the prostrate. Knowing this man so well, each reaction,
every want and need, he caused Matt to buckle and almost
to break down, had Dan not reacted and held him up,
and had Vadim not grabbed his shoulders. The too-intense
sensations that Hooch's manipulations caused Matt, made
him swallow Vadim's cock further with each jolt, almost
getting Vadim off without any conscious effort.
finally pulled out his fingers to replace them with
his cock and the way he thrust forward, the speed and
angle, told both Dan and Vadim that he'd known and used
and had this body for many years, giving and receiving
lust in perfection, pushing Matt further and further
towards the edge. Matt and himself, and the look on
his face was far away and utterly concentrated, almost
distant, as he fucked that body without holding back.
tremors from Hooch's thrusts pushed Vadim further, and
there was really no reason now to hold back, instead
pushing carefully into the wet heat, feeling the body
being rocked by Hooch's motions, strangled sounds and
responses from Matt. Dan's watched the scene, all that
combined to a heady mixture of lust and need, and it
didn't take long for Vadim to cum, with Matt taking
all of that. Vadim remained standing, only to support
Matt, watching Hooch fuck his lover, while catching
eyes were closed, face utterly concentrated, before
all of a sudden his eyes opened, staring down at Matt,
as he did the impossible, increasing the ferocity of
his fucking. Truly letting lose, a wild, complete abandon
with reckless viciousness of powerful thrusts and sharp
snaps of his hips. "Come!" he pressed out,
then another brutal shove and twist, before nearly completely
pulling out, then slamming back in. "Now!"
who'd been swallowing still, lifted his head, and Vadim's
cock slipped out. He threw his head far back into his
neck, hands digging into Vadim, as he let out a cry,
eyes staring blindly at nothing, body, mind, lust and
need, letting go and crashing into oblivion. His orgasm
ripped through him, shaking his whole body, arse clenching
and milking Hooch's cock, who followed suit nearly simultaneously,
like a well-honed machine, a couple, two men, whose
bodies were in sync and whose lust was one.
was panting, yet had himself almost immediately under
control again, pulling out mere seconds after cumming,
when Matt simply collapsed, slumping down onto the chair,
which had been soiled with Matt's cum, and threatened
to tumble backwards.
crash for a while." Hooch's voice was still breathless,
even though his hands were already on Matt, joined with
Dan's, holding the exhausted, sweat drenched, naked
body up. "He always does that." Tenderness
was evident in Hooch's words, despite their huskiness.
gave a short laugh. "Who wouldn't
He glanced around and spotted his chance. "I'll
have a shower," already heading there, then paused.
"If anybody is desperate, I'd be willing to share."
would, but I'll stay with Matt." Hooch gave a half-smile,
then concentrated on the limp body in his arms and hoisted
him across to the huge bed.
your time," Dan commented with a smile, when Hooch
climbed onto the bed beside Matt who was out like a
light, deeply asleep. "We'll head to the bar after
Hooch drawled, before gently gathering the sleeping
body close. No doubt he'd done that many times, and
the intimacy and affection was an easy one.
Dan entered the large and marbled bathroom, the shower
was already running. "Not a bad pre-wedding present,
aye?" he grinned at Vadim and joined him under
the luxuriously hot spray.
squeezed some shower gel into his hand and began to
wash Dan, letting the water sluice off the foam from
his own body. "No, not bad at all. Never would
have thought it would come to this, but
He smiled. "It's appreciated."
grinned, "aye, never thought I'd see Hooch 'in
action' again. Quite impressive." He winked, and
then both of them enjoyed the intimacy of washing and
sharing that heat. They took longer than was strictly
necessary to get clean and refreshed, and repeated the
same with towelling. They got dressed and after a last
glance at the two men on the bed, who appeared oblivious
to anything, they headed downstairs to Hadrian's, the
hotel's brasserie, to relax, have a drink and a bite