Life After Love ~ Chapter 30/30 concluded
Title: Life After Love Chapter 30/30
Sequel to: Lost in Life
First half ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/61042.html
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The rest of the evening, the couple circulated from table to table between slow dances, catching up with everyone.
Though they’d been with them the last month, the boys still spent time with the Allens and Neil. Kris’ parents were going to stay another week and then they had to go back to Arkansas. It had been an adjustment at first, living with parental units again, but Kris and Adam were going to miss them, not just because they’d made their lives easier but because they loved them so dearly. On the bright side, while he was in LA, Daniel had done some looking around and got himself a job working with the cheerleading team at UCLA. He was going to stay with Adam’s Neil until he had enough money saved to get his own place.
Adam and Kris were thrilled their brothers got along so well …
… and more than a little scared.
Eventually they made their way to the 19E crew, as Adam described them, which included Mr. Fuller, Lane and her husband, and Sam Castle, the agent who discovered him. None of this would have happened without Sam’s belief in Adam and his talent.
Toasts were made and naturally, shop talk kicked in. Adam tried to dissuade it yet Kris assured him he didn’t mind; he found the music industry more and more fascinating as time passed. In fact, his new hobby of songwriting got him thinking about a change in careers, or at least a detour.
“So Kris, Adam tells me you know music?” Sam began, keeping him company while Lane talked Adam’s ear off.
“I thought about it as a possible career when I was a teen but then ….”
“Moved into something practical.” Kris nodded. “I hope you’re at least keeping up with it, even if only to entertain yourself.”
Kris opened up and told him about the reemergence of that dream and how he was writing lyrics and wondering if it was too late.
“It’s never too late man. Here’s my card, once you’ve settled back into normal life…,” Kris snorted and Sam chuckled, “give me a call … seriously. Maybe I can work some magic for you too.”
Kris couldn’t believe it and when Adam came back to his side, he whisked him off to a private corner to share the news.
“What do you think? Should I give it a chance?”
Adam sat him down. “You know how I feel baby. I’d love you to give music a shot but it’s ultimately your decision. Whatever you decide, I’m behind you. I just want you to be happy.”
The young man looked down at the rings on his hands ~ the engagement ring that had belonged to Adam’s dad and the simple gold ban that would forever be with him.
“I couldn’t be any happier than I am right now but I’ll think about it.” He gifted Adam one of his crooked smiles, making his man’s heart jump. “It would be fun though, wouldn’t it?”
“It is … and a LOT of hard work … but it’s so worth it.”
Moving behind a flowering bush, they kissed thoroughly, not the rated ‘G’ kisses they gave at the ceremony or each time someone sang them a love song. Kris’ hand cupped Adam’s ass, finger tracing over the seam of his pants and Adam did likewise, their tongues swirling together, mixing their spirits until they were so blended, they couldn’t be told apart.
“If we don’t stop this, I’m gonna bust a zipper,” Adam groaned, reluctantly pulling away from his husband.
“Mama’s a good sewer … she’ll fix it. Come here.”
Kris’ hand moved up Adam’s back, over his neck and into his black hair, smashing their mouths together once more. Adam carefully moved them against the side of the house, grinding their hard cocks together.
“Suck me off,” Kris begged, the pressure in his pants overwhelming.
“Not here! What if someone catches us?!”
“Don’t care … want your lips around me.”
“Marriage has turned you into a slut.”
“And it’s turned you into a prude.”
They gazed at each other then burst out laughing.
“Boys? Are you there? You have people waiting!” Kim called out, tactful enough not to get closer.
“Coming Mama,” Kris replied.
Straightening their clothes and wiping each other’s mouths, they rejoined the party. The sooner they’d met with everyone, the sooner they could go to their hotel and get naked.
The next table they visited was the band’s, complete with spouses and significant others. Adam had seen most of them every day but Kris hadn’t been by the studio in awhile. He loved catching up with Monte, Tommy, Isaac and Cam and their loved ones Lisa, Shana, Sophie and Sasha. He invited them over to the beach house for a BBQ sometime soon. Adam suggested they make it a listening party for what had been completed to date and Kris thought it was a brilliant idea. Monte asked Kris if he was enjoying the piano Adam had bought him and that led him into talking about his future in music with the veteran musician. Adam was glad they all got along and he prayed that one day Kris might have the same tight relationship with his own band.
The final table they visited was their closest circle of friends. They thanked Chef Antonio for the incredible food and for once, the man was humble, expressing how happy he was to create for them on their special day.
Luckily, Shaun and Charlie were able to make it. They stayed at the table since it was difficult to maneuver Shaun’s wheelchair on the grass. They were just thrilled to be there and gave everyone lessons in stationary chair dancing. The men had moved in with Shaun’s parents so he had lots of support as he went through therapy and got back on his feet … literally. They’d had long talks over the past month with Kris and Adam and didn’t blame either of them for what happened. Charlie and Shaun had both worked with Jerry at the Cavanaugh Club and knew exactly where the blame lied.
Hugs were shared with Ken and Christine, thanking them for their support and all the hard work they put into making the day special … especially Christine for getting her contacts to come through on such short notice. Ken’s counseling was helping him a lot as was their couples counseling. In fact, things were progressing so well, they’d set a wedding a date for mid spring of next year. Since the incident, the closeness Ken had shared with the boys came back stronger than ever and they supported him just as much as his lady did.
Peter and James were laughing about something. It was good to see them relaxed after all the headaches they’d been through recently. Adagio was completely destroyed but Peter had extensive insurance coverage and once the claim was processed, he’d have enough to rebuild and more.
Sara recovered from her injuries and faced minor charges, ending up with a large fine and community service. The judge declared her main crime was falling for a master manipulator. Adam and Peter had been at the courthouse and she apologized for her part, swearing if she’d known who ‘Steven’ really was, she never would have helped him. Peter asked what she was going to do now and she said she’d find a temporary job to support herself while she does her community service and then she was going to leave California and start over.
Margaret’s legal troubles were more severe; she had killed a man after all. Adam made a victim impact statement, stressing how she’d saved his life and the judge said she’d take into consideration. No bail was posted and she’d be in county jail awaiting her trial in November.
Peter was looking after Indigo while Kris recovered and while he enjoyed hearing their mentor talk about what was happening at the club, Kris found he wasn’t missing it as much as he thought he would.
“Kris, what’s with the frown? You should be smiling ear to ear.”
“Sorry Peter, I was just … I need to talk about something with you and I was going to wait a while but ….”
“Go ahead son.”
“Okay.” Kris took a sip of his beer and held Adam’s hand for support. “I don’t think I want to come back to Indigo … at least not yet.”
“You don’t?” Peter asked. He wasn’t angry, just curious.
“No … I’m thinking about checking out music, I mean I’ve always had an interest in it.”
“I remember the few times you performed with Adam at Adagio. You have a talent.”
“Thanks. Anyway, I’ve kinda revisited my interest this last month and I think I want to give it a shot … see if I can make something of it. Life has been passing very quickly lately and I don’t want to wake up one day and regret that I didn’t at least try. Sam gave me his card, said he’d like to hear what I’ve got. I hate leaving you in this position.”
“No worries. I know the perfect person to take over for you.”
“Who?”
“Me.”
“You?!” both men exclaimed.
Peter laughed, “I do have SOME experience.”
“What about Adagio? How can you run Indigo and oversee the resurrection of Adagio?” Adam asked.
“It’s simple really. I’m not going to rebuild Adagio. She had her time; I loved her dearly but its time to move onto new projects. Stepping into an established, well run machine like Indigo will satisfy the business man in me while I take on the biggest project of my life.”
“Are you opening a new place?”
“Not exactly but the grand unveiling is scheduled for six months from now.”
“The grand …?” Adam and Kris looked at Peter laying his hand tenderly on Serena’s stomach. “A b-baby?! You’re both having a baby?!”
“Serena’s doing most of the work but yeah.”
Everyone at the table heard and burst out in cheers.
This really was a perfect day.
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The party went on well into the morning but Adam and Kris left for their wedding night around 11pm. All the guests lined the brick walkway down towards the garage and blew bubbles as the husband walked hand in hand towards Adam’s new car, the same one he and Neil had arrived in. Along the way, they stopped and thanked everyone again for coming. At the end of the line were their family and these ‘thank you’s’ ended in hugs and more tears.
“I don’t know why we’re so emotional. We’ll be back tomorrow,” Kris told his Dad.
“You’ll be back when you come back.”
That was a strange reply.
The boys turned the corner, expecting to find Adam’s car all decorated in plastic flowers and tin cans tied to the bumper. Instead they found a gorgeous 1930s limo in black and dark blue. A chauffeur in full period regalia held the back door open for them.
“Wha? … Where?” Adam sputtered.
“Who? … Why? … How?” Kris concluded.
The chauffeur removed an embossed envelope from his pocket and handed it to them. The boys huddled together and read it.
“It’s from Simon Fuller … a wedding gift,” Adam explained to the curious onlookers.
“Adam, look at this!” Kris exclaimed, drawing Adam’s attention further down the note.
“Not only has he hired the limo for us but he’s giving us three nights at The Huntley Hotel in Santa Monica for a honeymoon!” Adam turned to Lane. “But I thought they needed me at the studio?”
“Mr. Fuller’s the boss and what he says goes. He told them they’ll have to wait. You have more important business to take care of.”
“Where is he? We need to thank him,” Kris asked, looking around.
“Unfortunately, he had to leave an hour ago but he sends his best wishes and congratulations.”
“Sirs, are you ready to go?” the driver asked, indicating the open door with his arm in a flourish Vanna White would have been proud of.
Kris went inside first then popped his head out as Adam tried to get in.
“What about our luggage at the Malibu Beach Inn?”
“It’s all been taken care of and the bill’s been paid,” Lane explained, “Get going.”
Kris moved back and Adam got in. They waved as the limo drove away then fell into each others arms, exhausted but with enough energy to go all night.
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The Huntley Hotel stood tall in the night sky, its tan, decorative stonework glowing in the evening lights. It was located on a tree lined residential street and already a sense of calm came over them. The style of the building matched the era of their ride and they passed through a stunning entrance with white ironwork and curtains into the lobby.
The place blew them away. Decorated in white, black and brown tones, it was modern but elegantly classic, with intricate elements, soft leathers and raw wood. The concierge at the massive grey and white reception desk called over a bellhop to take them to their room, explaining their luggage had arrived earlier in the evening and was awaiting them. The elevator was on an outside corner of the building and the city spread out beneath them in twinkling beauty as the glass capsule moved up and up and up to the 17th floor.
When the doors opened, they were met by a serene entrance way with one door. The bellhop swiped the card and opened it.
“Gentlemen, welcome to the Presidential Suite.”
Kris’ mouth hung open. “This is all for us?”
“Yes sir. Would you like a tour?”
Both men nodded, following their guide through the Southern California open loft space and the wall of windows overlooking the coastline.
The living room was decorated with aqua leather sectionals, Italian lighting and floor to ceiling mirrors. There was an entertainment center with a large flat screen TV, audio system, and DVD player. The dining room featured a large table that looked like it had been made of driftwood and it was decorated with an underwater sea sculpture and lighted by tumbleweed silver chandeliers. A cocktail bar was off to the side and fully equipped with everything one would need to entertain.
The master bedroom welcomed them with its white leather upholstered headboard and super soft high count bedding on a king-sized bed. There was a TV in here as well and the bathroom, which opened onto the bedroom, displayed a spoon shaped open bath tub, walk-in shower, large mirrors, sheer curtains and soft lighting. Two plush white robes hung upon the wall, candles were waiting on a counter to be lit and sliding doors could be used to offer some privacy.
“If you need anything during your stay, please call the front desk. We have staff waiting to serve you 24 hours a day.”
“Thank you so much,” Adam said, giving the bellhop a generous tip.
Once they were alone, they should have fallen into each others arms but they couldn’t stop gaping at the space around them.
“This is … this is too much … I’m … utterly speechless.”
“I better produce one hell of record to pay Simon back for this.”
“We should invite everyone over one night to enjoy this with us. There’s certainly enough room. Maybe the restaurant could cater a dinner for us.”
Adam drew Kris into his arms. “See, you’re getting used to this already.”
“What’s not to get used to?”
The only thing they unpacked were their shaving kits which included a variety of other supplies. Sex in the shower had also been on hold, not wanting Kris to get banged against the tiles. Still, they shared the water spray, helping each other wash. Leaving the bath robes behind, they headed for the bed, the only thing Kris put on was his sling. He never did can a chance to see if Adam had indeed been wearing a thong.
While Kris got comfortable on the bed, Adam turned on some soft music and lit the candles. They lay with each other, touching and kissing and talking softly. Kris ran his hand down Adam’s chest and stroked him, making him hard in seconds. Moving down, he took the silken rod in his mouth and sucked and licked, drawing groans of pleasure out of his husband. It didn’t take long before Adam’s back was arched and he gasped over and over again as he came down Kris’ throat. When he was empty, Kris moved back up and kissed his man, sharing his salty treat.
“Kris … I want you inside me.”
Smiling, he softly told Adam to get on his hands and knees. Fetching the lube beside the bed, he poured a stream down Adam’s crack and spread it around his star. Slicking his own fingers, he inserted them, stretching and scissors, going deep and stimulating his prostate until Adam could barely keep himself up. Kris pumped his own cock, slicked it up and entered his man in one move.
At first, he held still, relishing the heat around him, then he started slowly fucking him, gradually moving faster. Kris braced himself with his free hand around Adam’s waist, licking the sweaty sheen off his spine. After he came, Adam collapsed slowly, Kris holding on and staying inside. They lay together until their energy returned and it was Kris’ turn to get fucked.
“I want to ride you,” Kris whispered, “I want to see the love in your eyes as you fill me.”
Adam got on his back and encouraged Kris to sit on his chest, cock at his lips. Opening wide, Kris got his blow job, bracing himself against the headboard. While Adam was mouthfucked, he reached around and inserted his finger into Kris’ tight as, having wet them with his mouth before taking Kris’ cock. After Kris came down Adam’s throat, he moved back, finding Adam already hard and hot. They lubed him up and then Kris sat on him, taking him to the balls. Adam bent his legs so Kris could lean back and move. Adam’s hands roamed his husband’s tight body, over his thighs, stomach, chest, hardening cock. Reaching a climax, Adam came up Kris’ ass and Kris came all over Adam’s stomach. Kris was reduced to jelly and let Adam clean him and wrap him in the blankets warmed by their bodies.
“I love you husband,” he sighed, falling fast asleep.
Adam held him, thinking back on all that had happened. When they met, Adam had been lost in life, going through the motions of existence but not living. Then Kris had entered his life and it all changed, his hopelessness was gone.
With his husband in his arms, Adam closed his eyes, looking forward to their life after love.
Fin.
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Cottage ~ wedding event photos for ceremony and reception~ http://www.malibufilmlocations.com/main.html
The Necklace - http://www.hulumakana.com/index.php?act=viewProd&productId=137
Wedding cake ~ http://media.cakecentral.com/modules/coppermine/albums/userpics/590063/tiffany_blue_and_brown_flowers.jpg
“Just You and I” ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DALi7dmM-0&feature=related
Their surprise limo ~ http://www.classicironlimo.com/Utility/ReadImage.aspx?id=Cars/Car-1933Diamler-W1-250.jpg
Their honeymoon hotel ~ http://www.thehuntleyhotel.com/gallery/
http://www.thehuntleyhotel.com/presidential-suite.php
Sequel to: Lost in Life
First half ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/61042.html
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The rest of the evening, the couple circulated from table to table between slow dances, catching up with everyone.
Though they’d been with them the last month, the boys still spent time with the Allens and Neil. Kris’ parents were going to stay another week and then they had to go back to Arkansas. It had been an adjustment at first, living with parental units again, but Kris and Adam were going to miss them, not just because they’d made their lives easier but because they loved them so dearly. On the bright side, while he was in LA, Daniel had done some looking around and got himself a job working with the cheerleading team at UCLA. He was going to stay with Adam’s Neil until he had enough money saved to get his own place.
Adam and Kris were thrilled their brothers got along so well …
… and more than a little scared.
Eventually they made their way to the 19E crew, as Adam described them, which included Mr. Fuller, Lane and her husband, and Sam Castle, the agent who discovered him. None of this would have happened without Sam’s belief in Adam and his talent.
Toasts were made and naturally, shop talk kicked in. Adam tried to dissuade it yet Kris assured him he didn’t mind; he found the music industry more and more fascinating as time passed. In fact, his new hobby of songwriting got him thinking about a change in careers, or at least a detour.
“So Kris, Adam tells me you know music?” Sam began, keeping him company while Lane talked Adam’s ear off.
“I thought about it as a possible career when I was a teen but then ….”
“Moved into something practical.” Kris nodded. “I hope you’re at least keeping up with it, even if only to entertain yourself.”
Kris opened up and told him about the reemergence of that dream and how he was writing lyrics and wondering if it was too late.
“It’s never too late man. Here’s my card, once you’ve settled back into normal life…,” Kris snorted and Sam chuckled, “give me a call … seriously. Maybe I can work some magic for you too.”
Kris couldn’t believe it and when Adam came back to his side, he whisked him off to a private corner to share the news.
“What do you think? Should I give it a chance?”
Adam sat him down. “You know how I feel baby. I’d love you to give music a shot but it’s ultimately your decision. Whatever you decide, I’m behind you. I just want you to be happy.”
The young man looked down at the rings on his hands ~ the engagement ring that had belonged to Adam’s dad and the simple gold ban that would forever be with him.
“I couldn’t be any happier than I am right now but I’ll think about it.” He gifted Adam one of his crooked smiles, making his man’s heart jump. “It would be fun though, wouldn’t it?”
“It is … and a LOT of hard work … but it’s so worth it.”
Moving behind a flowering bush, they kissed thoroughly, not the rated ‘G’ kisses they gave at the ceremony or each time someone sang them a love song. Kris’ hand cupped Adam’s ass, finger tracing over the seam of his pants and Adam did likewise, their tongues swirling together, mixing their spirits until they were so blended, they couldn’t be told apart.
“If we don’t stop this, I’m gonna bust a zipper,” Adam groaned, reluctantly pulling away from his husband.
“Mama’s a good sewer … she’ll fix it. Come here.”
Kris’ hand moved up Adam’s back, over his neck and into his black hair, smashing their mouths together once more. Adam carefully moved them against the side of the house, grinding their hard cocks together.
“Suck me off,” Kris begged, the pressure in his pants overwhelming.
“Not here! What if someone catches us?!”
“Don’t care … want your lips around me.”
“Marriage has turned you into a slut.”
“And it’s turned you into a prude.”
They gazed at each other then burst out laughing.
“Boys? Are you there? You have people waiting!” Kim called out, tactful enough not to get closer.
“Coming Mama,” Kris replied.
Straightening their clothes and wiping each other’s mouths, they rejoined the party. The sooner they’d met with everyone, the sooner they could go to their hotel and get naked.
The next table they visited was the band’s, complete with spouses and significant others. Adam had seen most of them every day but Kris hadn’t been by the studio in awhile. He loved catching up with Monte, Tommy, Isaac and Cam and their loved ones Lisa, Shana, Sophie and Sasha. He invited them over to the beach house for a BBQ sometime soon. Adam suggested they make it a listening party for what had been completed to date and Kris thought it was a brilliant idea. Monte asked Kris if he was enjoying the piano Adam had bought him and that led him into talking about his future in music with the veteran musician. Adam was glad they all got along and he prayed that one day Kris might have the same tight relationship with his own band.
The final table they visited was their closest circle of friends. They thanked Chef Antonio for the incredible food and for once, the man was humble, expressing how happy he was to create for them on their special day.
Luckily, Shaun and Charlie were able to make it. They stayed at the table since it was difficult to maneuver Shaun’s wheelchair on the grass. They were just thrilled to be there and gave everyone lessons in stationary chair dancing. The men had moved in with Shaun’s parents so he had lots of support as he went through therapy and got back on his feet … literally. They’d had long talks over the past month with Kris and Adam and didn’t blame either of them for what happened. Charlie and Shaun had both worked with Jerry at the Cavanaugh Club and knew exactly where the blame lied.
Hugs were shared with Ken and Christine, thanking them for their support and all the hard work they put into making the day special … especially Christine for getting her contacts to come through on such short notice. Ken’s counseling was helping him a lot as was their couples counseling. In fact, things were progressing so well, they’d set a wedding a date for mid spring of next year. Since the incident, the closeness Ken had shared with the boys came back stronger than ever and they supported him just as much as his lady did.
Peter and James were laughing about something. It was good to see them relaxed after all the headaches they’d been through recently. Adagio was completely destroyed but Peter had extensive insurance coverage and once the claim was processed, he’d have enough to rebuild and more.
Sara recovered from her injuries and faced minor charges, ending up with a large fine and community service. The judge declared her main crime was falling for a master manipulator. Adam and Peter had been at the courthouse and she apologized for her part, swearing if she’d known who ‘Steven’ really was, she never would have helped him. Peter asked what she was going to do now and she said she’d find a temporary job to support herself while she does her community service and then she was going to leave California and start over.
Margaret’s legal troubles were more severe; she had killed a man after all. Adam made a victim impact statement, stressing how she’d saved his life and the judge said she’d take into consideration. No bail was posted and she’d be in county jail awaiting her trial in November.
Peter was looking after Indigo while Kris recovered and while he enjoyed hearing their mentor talk about what was happening at the club, Kris found he wasn’t missing it as much as he thought he would.
“Kris, what’s with the frown? You should be smiling ear to ear.”
“Sorry Peter, I was just … I need to talk about something with you and I was going to wait a while but ….”
“Go ahead son.”
“Okay.” Kris took a sip of his beer and held Adam’s hand for support. “I don’t think I want to come back to Indigo … at least not yet.”
“You don’t?” Peter asked. He wasn’t angry, just curious.
“No … I’m thinking about checking out music, I mean I’ve always had an interest in it.”
“I remember the few times you performed with Adam at Adagio. You have a talent.”
“Thanks. Anyway, I’ve kinda revisited my interest this last month and I think I want to give it a shot … see if I can make something of it. Life has been passing very quickly lately and I don’t want to wake up one day and regret that I didn’t at least try. Sam gave me his card, said he’d like to hear what I’ve got. I hate leaving you in this position.”
“No worries. I know the perfect person to take over for you.”
“Who?”
“Me.”
“You?!” both men exclaimed.
Peter laughed, “I do have SOME experience.”
“What about Adagio? How can you run Indigo and oversee the resurrection of Adagio?” Adam asked.
“It’s simple really. I’m not going to rebuild Adagio. She had her time; I loved her dearly but its time to move onto new projects. Stepping into an established, well run machine like Indigo will satisfy the business man in me while I take on the biggest project of my life.”
“Are you opening a new place?”
“Not exactly but the grand unveiling is scheduled for six months from now.”
“The grand …?” Adam and Kris looked at Peter laying his hand tenderly on Serena’s stomach. “A b-baby?! You’re both having a baby?!”
“Serena’s doing most of the work but yeah.”
Everyone at the table heard and burst out in cheers.
This really was a perfect day.
:::: ♥♥ ::::
The party went on well into the morning but Adam and Kris left for their wedding night around 11pm. All the guests lined the brick walkway down towards the garage and blew bubbles as the husband walked hand in hand towards Adam’s new car, the same one he and Neil had arrived in. Along the way, they stopped and thanked everyone again for coming. At the end of the line were their family and these ‘thank you’s’ ended in hugs and more tears.
“I don’t know why we’re so emotional. We’ll be back tomorrow,” Kris told his Dad.
“You’ll be back when you come back.”
That was a strange reply.
The boys turned the corner, expecting to find Adam’s car all decorated in plastic flowers and tin cans tied to the bumper. Instead they found a gorgeous 1930s limo in black and dark blue. A chauffeur in full period regalia held the back door open for them.
“Wha? … Where?” Adam sputtered.
“Who? … Why? … How?” Kris concluded.
The chauffeur removed an embossed envelope from his pocket and handed it to them. The boys huddled together and read it.
“It’s from Simon Fuller … a wedding gift,” Adam explained to the curious onlookers.
“Adam, look at this!” Kris exclaimed, drawing Adam’s attention further down the note.
“Not only has he hired the limo for us but he’s giving us three nights at The Huntley Hotel in Santa Monica for a honeymoon!” Adam turned to Lane. “But I thought they needed me at the studio?”
“Mr. Fuller’s the boss and what he says goes. He told them they’ll have to wait. You have more important business to take care of.”
“Where is he? We need to thank him,” Kris asked, looking around.
“Unfortunately, he had to leave an hour ago but he sends his best wishes and congratulations.”
“Sirs, are you ready to go?” the driver asked, indicating the open door with his arm in a flourish Vanna White would have been proud of.
Kris went inside first then popped his head out as Adam tried to get in.
“What about our luggage at the Malibu Beach Inn?”
“It’s all been taken care of and the bill’s been paid,” Lane explained, “Get going.”
Kris moved back and Adam got in. They waved as the limo drove away then fell into each others arms, exhausted but with enough energy to go all night.
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The Huntley Hotel stood tall in the night sky, its tan, decorative stonework glowing in the evening lights. It was located on a tree lined residential street and already a sense of calm came over them. The style of the building matched the era of their ride and they passed through a stunning entrance with white ironwork and curtains into the lobby.
The place blew them away. Decorated in white, black and brown tones, it was modern but elegantly classic, with intricate elements, soft leathers and raw wood. The concierge at the massive grey and white reception desk called over a bellhop to take them to their room, explaining their luggage had arrived earlier in the evening and was awaiting them. The elevator was on an outside corner of the building and the city spread out beneath them in twinkling beauty as the glass capsule moved up and up and up to the 17th floor.
When the doors opened, they were met by a serene entrance way with one door. The bellhop swiped the card and opened it.
“Gentlemen, welcome to the Presidential Suite.”
Kris’ mouth hung open. “This is all for us?”
“Yes sir. Would you like a tour?”
Both men nodded, following their guide through the Southern California open loft space and the wall of windows overlooking the coastline.
The living room was decorated with aqua leather sectionals, Italian lighting and floor to ceiling mirrors. There was an entertainment center with a large flat screen TV, audio system, and DVD player. The dining room featured a large table that looked like it had been made of driftwood and it was decorated with an underwater sea sculpture and lighted by tumbleweed silver chandeliers. A cocktail bar was off to the side and fully equipped with everything one would need to entertain.
The master bedroom welcomed them with its white leather upholstered headboard and super soft high count bedding on a king-sized bed. There was a TV in here as well and the bathroom, which opened onto the bedroom, displayed a spoon shaped open bath tub, walk-in shower, large mirrors, sheer curtains and soft lighting. Two plush white robes hung upon the wall, candles were waiting on a counter to be lit and sliding doors could be used to offer some privacy.
“If you need anything during your stay, please call the front desk. We have staff waiting to serve you 24 hours a day.”
“Thank you so much,” Adam said, giving the bellhop a generous tip.
Once they were alone, they should have fallen into each others arms but they couldn’t stop gaping at the space around them.
“This is … this is too much … I’m … utterly speechless.”
“I better produce one hell of record to pay Simon back for this.”
“We should invite everyone over one night to enjoy this with us. There’s certainly enough room. Maybe the restaurant could cater a dinner for us.”
Adam drew Kris into his arms. “See, you’re getting used to this already.”
“What’s not to get used to?”
The only thing they unpacked were their shaving kits which included a variety of other supplies. Sex in the shower had also been on hold, not wanting Kris to get banged against the tiles. Still, they shared the water spray, helping each other wash. Leaving the bath robes behind, they headed for the bed, the only thing Kris put on was his sling. He never did can a chance to see if Adam had indeed been wearing a thong.
While Kris got comfortable on the bed, Adam turned on some soft music and lit the candles. They lay with each other, touching and kissing and talking softly. Kris ran his hand down Adam’s chest and stroked him, making him hard in seconds. Moving down, he took the silken rod in his mouth and sucked and licked, drawing groans of pleasure out of his husband. It didn’t take long before Adam’s back was arched and he gasped over and over again as he came down Kris’ throat. When he was empty, Kris moved back up and kissed his man, sharing his salty treat.
“Kris … I want you inside me.”
Smiling, he softly told Adam to get on his hands and knees. Fetching the lube beside the bed, he poured a stream down Adam’s crack and spread it around his star. Slicking his own fingers, he inserted them, stretching and scissors, going deep and stimulating his prostate until Adam could barely keep himself up. Kris pumped his own cock, slicked it up and entered his man in one move.
At first, he held still, relishing the heat around him, then he started slowly fucking him, gradually moving faster. Kris braced himself with his free hand around Adam’s waist, licking the sweaty sheen off his spine. After he came, Adam collapsed slowly, Kris holding on and staying inside. They lay together until their energy returned and it was Kris’ turn to get fucked.
“I want to ride you,” Kris whispered, “I want to see the love in your eyes as you fill me.”
Adam got on his back and encouraged Kris to sit on his chest, cock at his lips. Opening wide, Kris got his blow job, bracing himself against the headboard. While Adam was mouthfucked, he reached around and inserted his finger into Kris’ tight as, having wet them with his mouth before taking Kris’ cock. After Kris came down Adam’s throat, he moved back, finding Adam already hard and hot. They lubed him up and then Kris sat on him, taking him to the balls. Adam bent his legs so Kris could lean back and move. Adam’s hands roamed his husband’s tight body, over his thighs, stomach, chest, hardening cock. Reaching a climax, Adam came up Kris’ ass and Kris came all over Adam’s stomach. Kris was reduced to jelly and let Adam clean him and wrap him in the blankets warmed by their bodies.
“I love you husband,” he sighed, falling fast asleep.
Adam held him, thinking back on all that had happened. When they met, Adam had been lost in life, going through the motions of existence but not living. Then Kris had entered his life and it all changed, his hopelessness was gone.
With his husband in his arms, Adam closed his eyes, looking forward to their life after love.
Fin.
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Cottage ~ wedding event photos for ceremony and reception~ http://www.malibufilmlocations.com/main.html
The Necklace - http://www.hulumakana.com/index.php?act=viewProd&productId=137
Wedding cake ~ http://media.cakecentral.com/modules/coppermine/albums/userpics/590063/tiffany_blue_and_brown_flowers.jpg
“Just You and I” ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DALi7dmM-0&feature=related
Their surprise limo ~ http://www.classicironlimo.com/Utility/ReadImage.aspx?id=Cars/Car-1933Diamler-W1-250.jpg
Their honeymoon hotel ~ http://www.thehuntleyhotel.com/gallery/
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