Like many of the men, those of the decorating team were too excited to
eat properly. Besides, Walker and his team had promised them a feast that night
and everyone wanted to keep their appetites ready for what was to come. So, after
munching on some sandwiches, they took themselves off for the next part of
their plan.
Gille and Brodie carried the pails while Wayne held unto a pair of
scissors. Seth had borrowed a knife from the kitchen with strict instructions
to keep it away from Brodie. The four young men then set out to the special patch
of ground they had discovered a few weeks ago. They had nurtured that patch
carefully, making sure it was tended to and watered every day, and they were
pleased to see their efforts rewarded.
“Look,” Wayne pointed out as they approached the place. “These flowers
sure are pretty. I wish I knew what they are called.”
“Don’t matter what they are called, buddy, this is just perfect!” Gille
said as he set down his pail. “Let’s split up and get to work.”
“I’ll get the flowers with you, Gille,” Wayne volunteered.
Seth nodded. “Okay, Brodie and I will get some greenery. Give us a
holler if you finish first.”
Wayne and Gille began to gather the wildflowers; sky-blue ones
and deep pink and bright yellow. Their pails were filling up quickly. The
flowers were fresh and would look pretty tied up in bunches and placed on the
tables.
Brodie moved further away with Seth and began to pick wild asparagus
fern while Seth cut branches from some red berry shrubbery. They planned to get
as much as possible so they could hang them around the party area and add colour
everywhere.
“Look,” Brodie called out and pointed at what he’d seen. “There’s a tree
covered with a lovely pale green ivy and it’s beautiful. I’m going to get some
of it.”
Seth grunted, as he struggled with the thorny branches. “Damn!” he
cursed under his breath. “Okay, go ahead; just be careful, Brodie. Don’t fall.”
Brodie laughed. “What? Me, fall out of a little tree? It’s barely more
than an overgrown bush.”
“Well, just don’t!” Seth ordered.
Brodie laughed and shook his head. He pushed his way towards his goal.
The undergrowth here was the thickest and he had to be careful not to get too
badly scratched. His eyes gleamed when he saw a lot of the light-coloured greenery
was hanging within easy reach. What a find! He quickly became enthralled by the
fragile creepers weaving their way upward, their tiny tendrils clinging to the
branches. Small clusters of delicate flowers of a slightly lighter shade of
green adorned the already beautiful vines.
He carefully tugged several off the lower branches, taking care not to
pull them apart dropping them gently into his pail. Getting carried away, he
climbed up and gradually moved further along a large limb. He was just about to
reach for another piece of ivy when he lost his balance, fell the short
distance to the ground and disappeared into the thick foliage.
Seth had moved away from their original spot and had his back to Brodie
when the young man fell. He looked up when he heard the yell and peered back
into the direction of the thick brush. “Brodie?” he called out. “Brodie!” he
called again when he couldn’t see any sign of him. ‘How could he have
disappeared just like that?’ Feeling a little panicky, he called out to Wayne
and Gille and waved them over.
“What?”
“Where’s Brodie?”
“Exactly!” Seth said, half in frustration and half in unease. “I was
over here cutting these berry branches and he went over there to pick some
ivy and suddenly he’s gone.”
Placing their pails down, they began to retrace their steps while
calling loudly. “Brodie!”
“Stop fooling around, Brodie!”
“Help!” a faint voice called out and the three men stopped.
“Over there!” Gille pointed, grateful for having sharp ears.
They began to push their way forward and saw Brodie on the ground,
clutching his foot. He looked a bit dazed, having knocked his head when he had
fallen.
“Oh, my head,” Brodie moaned. “Ow, my foot hurts too.”
“Oh, my God!” Seth cried as he knelt beside his friend. “How the hell
did you manage to fall? You idiot!” But his voice was teasing and gentle as he
felt around Brodie’s head for the bump.
“Is he okay?” Wayne asked anxiously.
“He’ll live!” Seth said, beginning to reach for Brodie’s foot.
“No!” Brodie screamed. “Don’t touch it. It hurts really bad!”
The three of them stared at one another. “Well, do we have enough flowers
and stuff yet?” Seth asked.
Gille and Wayne nodded. “Oh yes, we have enough. What about you guys?”
They checked out Brodie’s pail and found it contained a fair amount of
ivy.
“Yeah, I think we have enough too,” Seth said. “Brodie, if we helped
you, can you walk back to camp?”
“I-I think so,” Brodie said doubtfully. But he cried out when they tried
to make him stand and eventually one of them suggested they go back to get
help.
“I’ll go get Lakota or Yancey and maybe Brock or Aiden.” Gille
suggested. “They should be able to carry Brodie back. One of you better come
with me to help bring some of the flowers, ivy and berries back. We’ll get the
rest on the return trip. Meanwhile, who’s gonna stay here with Brodie?”
“I’ll stay with him,” Seth volunteered and sat down next to his injured
friend. “I don’t think they’ll be gone long,” he offered encouragingly.
“Yancey is not going to be in any way pleased with this,” Brodie mumbled
as he lay back and folded one arm over his eyes.
Fifteen minutes later, their friends returned with Lakota; Yancey and
Brock in tow.
“How are you holding out, love?” Yancey inquired, gently helping Brodie
to sit up. The nurse tenderly checked out the bump on his partner’s head while
the doctor examined the injured foot.
Brodie relaxed and submitted to the medical team’s ministrations, only
wincing when Lakota touched his ankle. He blanched when it was pronounced
broken and glanced up uncertainly at Yancey. “Guess I won’t be able to dance at
Aiden’s wedding,” he ventured and briefly wondered if he’d even be able to sit.
Taking foolish risks and getting hurt as a result was never looked upon
favourably.
Yancey attempted to lighten his partner’s mood. “We probably wouldn’t
have done a lot of dancing regardless, baby, as I have two left feet and one of
us may have ended up getting hurt, as seems to be our luck.” He smiled and
dropped a loving kiss on Brodie’s head. “Now let’s get you back to the
infirmary so Lakota can set that ankle. Only after you’re settled will we talk,
okay?”
Brodie nodded his agreement and blinked back tears when he felt an
understanding pat on the back from Seth.
A signal from the doctor had Brock scooping up the injured man and all
of them hurriedly making their way back to camp.
“I should be helping the guys finish up the decorating, Yancey,” Brodie
bitterly complained from his bed. The setting of his ankle had been a painful
experience and not one he was likely to forget anytime soon. “I know it’s my
own fault but it still seems so unfair.” Numerous emotions vied for
first-place; self-recrimination barely winning out over self-pity. “My ankle
really hurts and I’ve got a headache,” he groused, hoping to hold off the
inevitable conversation with his lover.
Yancey shook his head in amazement at his partner’s knack of getting
hurt so often. “I know you’re hurting, love, but we all know life isn’t fair.
Besides, you were some place you had no business being.” Yancey talked soothingly
but firmly as he tucked the blanket around his cranky patient.
Sitting down on the next bed and facing Brodie, he began listing a few
of the upcoming changes in the younger man’s life. “As of today, climbing trees
is on your ‘things I cannot do’ list. Being as you will be unable to do your
usual chores until your ankle is complete mended; I will be asking Walker if once
again you and Jordan can trade places. If he agrees, you will be on kitchen
duty for the next several weeks; peeling vegetables, washing dishes, etc., most
of which can be done sitting down.” He rolled his eyes at Brodie’s exaggerated
expression of chagrin.
“Is that my punishment, Yancey?” Brodie asked in a small voice. He was
tired and had to force himself to stay awake long enough to hear sentence
pronounced. “Or am I going to be spanked as well?” He wouldn’t be surprised if
such was the case.
“I’m not going to spank you this time, Brodie. Instead you will have
lines to write; lots and lots of lines. Starting Monday, you will write the
line ‘I will take time to think before I act recklessly and injure myself’ fifty
times each day for a week.” Yancey waited for Brodie’s wail of indignation but
when only a long yawn surfaced, he smiled and gently caressed the young man’s
face. “I love you, baby,” he murmured as he watched the one he adored fall
asleep.
Sometime later, Spyke sat on his pallet looking up at Larry as the man
put on his dress uniform. Seeing Larry in the tradition blue of the United
States Marines almost took his breath away. He always knew and commented
how attractive Larry was, but seeing him in full military regalia was a sight
to behold. He noticed a slight tremor in his partner’s hands as the older
man took some impressive looking ribbons that represented the medals he won,
out of a plush blue box and tried to pin them on to the left side of his coat.
“Here, Larry, allow me to do the honours” he offered as he jumped up off
his bed.
“Thanks, sweetie, I’d really appreciate it. As you can see, I’m a little
nervous because I’ve never been married before.”
“Ya, like I have!” Spyke laughed as he took the ribbons from the
outstretched hand. “What are these anyway?” he asked as he began to pin
the first one in place.
“The one you just pinned on which has the five white stars in the form
of an M, is the Medal of Honour and the one in your hand with the purple
stripes is called the Badge of Military Merit.”
“How did you get them? And if they’re so important, how come you just
got ribbons instead of the real thing?” The younger man pressed Larry for
information even though he knew it was making the ex-Marine uncomfortable.
“It was no big deal really.” Larry muttered.
“Come on, Larry, spill it. Why did you get them?”
Letting out a sigh of surrender, Larry told Spyke he had won the Medal
of Honour risking his life to save his fellow Marines when they were led into an
ambush by an unscrupulous scout. He had been awarded the Badge of Military
Merit after getting shot during an encounter with some deserters. “And to
answer your second question, I did get the real thing but they’re not worn on
this uniform, just the ribbons are. The only medal worn is this one,”
Larry pointed to the last object in the box. “It represents my expertise in
shooting a rifle and it goes below the others.”
“Wow, I’m marrying a real hero!” Spyke was impressed and his young face
showed his admiration.
Blushing deeply, Larry mumbled. “Cut it out, Spyke; a lot of guys got
them during the war.”
“Well maybe so, but I’m real proud of you and I’m sure Aiden is as
well,” Spyke insisted.
“Thanks, babe; now pin on the last medal then get yourself dressed. We
don’t want to be late for our own wedding.”
“One last question then I promise I’ll get dressed.”
Knowing his young partner the way he did; Larry knew there was no use
arguing with him. “Fine, what is it?”
“Okay, your coat and pants are blue, but why is there a red stripe down
the side of the pants?”
“The red represents the blood of all my fallen comrades,” Larry sadly
informed the younger man.
“Morbid, but neat in a military traditional way, I guess,” Spyke replied
as he warmly kissed Larry’s mouth.
“I’m glad it meets with your approval,” Larry chuckled as he placed the
white hat on his head, thus making the uniform complete. “Aiden will enjoy
looking at you in that new suit Nathan made you. I myself can hardly wait to
see you in it.” He stood in silence and watched his young partner dress for the
wedding.
When he was fully clothed, Spyke made a twirl around and asked Larry
what he thought.
“Oh, baby, you’re gorgeous. It really suits you and I think Aiden will
agree that blue is definitely your colour and is the same shade as my uniform
which closely matches the blue in Aiden’s dress plaid.”
“How do you think he’ll be dressed, Larry?”
“I’m not sure but knowing Aiden he will look impressive and take our
breaths away.”
“Ya, but you know when he’ll look the most impressive, Larry?”
“No, when?”
“Tonight when he’s buck naked and joins us to kinda finalise our wedding
vows.”
Larry let out a loud laugh at Spyke’s comment but he was also quick to
agree with him.
“Come on, you guys, it’s time to meet your groom,” Mitchell called out
as he entered the tent. He stopped and took in the sight before him, then
smiled and slowly shook his head. “Aiden is getting a couple of gorgeous
looking husbands, but they better not keep him waiting any longer.” He held
open the flap and stood back to let them pass.
“I love you, Larry,” Spyke emotionally declared as they left the tent
together.
“I love you as well, baby. Now let’s go meet the man we both love more
than life itself.”
The two grooms took each other’s hand as they moved down the path
leading them to the event that would change their relationship forever, and to
the man who awaited them.
Squinting up at the sun,
Walker calculated that it was around four o’clock and everything was on time.
He
looked out over the gathering of island residents. ‘The glen is indeed a
picture of absolute magic,’ he thought before he winked encouragingly at a
nervous Levi and thought how Troy had every right to be pleased in his young husband
for taking on the task of learning to play the bagpipes for this very special
occasion.
Next he turned his attention to his own young partners and smiled
contentedly to see them sitting side by side while holding hands and talking
quietly. They glanced up and returned his smile.
Aiden stood straight and tall before Walker who was presiding. His best
man, Thomas, was by his side. The giant Scot was a magnificent spectacle for
all to behold, an element of class and elegance for this simple outdoor
wedding. He was dressed in the traditional Scottish highland dress consisting
of a Bonnie Prince Charlie jacket and waistcoat, the MacKenzie dress tartan, a
beautifully carved dirk, a formal sporran with a chain wrap, a black bow tie,
and a wing collar shirt. He had carefully pleated the material of his kilt and
wrapped it around his waist, securing it with a broad leather belt. Next he had
snagged the trailing material, pulled it up across his chest and over his left
shoulder after tucking it neatly into the front of the belt. He had then pinned
it in place with a large pewter brooch before donning his stockings and shoes.
The overall result was breath-taking.
Thomas’ light touch on his shoulder had Aiden turning in time to witness
his grooms’ arrival accompanied by Mitchell. Aiden’s heart swelled at the sight
of them; Larry, absolutely striking in his uniform and Spyke, stunningly
delightful in his new suit of marine blue.
The two young men paused anxiously and waited for Levi to pipe them down
the aisle to the tune of the ‘Highland Wedding’. Minutes later, they were
standing next to Aiden and listening to Walker
At a sign from Walker
Turning next to his younger partner, he gently stated, “Spyke, you also
had a great deal to do in making this island my new home and
sanctuary. With your sense of humor and adventure, you have allowed the
free spirit I keep hidden deep inside me to escape. For that I truly am
grateful and my love for you grows with every beat of my heart.”
Gazing lovingly at both men, Larry continued. “I want you both to know
you have healed my soul and made me the man I knew I could become. I will always
be true to you both and as we say in the Marine Corp, ‘Semper
Fidelis’; always faithful. I love you both and I am very happy to
become your life partner.”
Spyke smiled sweetly at the ex-marine and watched in wide-eyed wonder as
Aiden accepted a large piece of material from Thomas, wrapped it around Larry
and pinned it in place at his shoulder. The fabric matched Aiden’s kilt and the
brooch a slightly smaller replica of the one Aiden wore.
“I bless the day ye came into my life, my bonnie lad. ‘Tis my Tartan I
wrap around ye as a promise to always love and care for ye. The brooch is a
sign that yer now a member of the MacKenzie clan, the clan of my maternal
grandfather. I expect ye to honour and uphold the ethics of my clan and in
return, I will forever defend ye and guard ye from harm. I will do my verra
best to shelter ye and help ye obtain the necessities of life.”
A man of few words, Aiden soundly kissed his husband-to-be, gently moved
him over a step or two and lovingly gazed at his other soon-to-be husband. He
took the second folded cloth from Thomas, shook it out and draped it around
Spyke’s shoulders.
“Aye, my bonnie wee toerag,” Aiden murmured as he secured the material
with a brooch identical to Larry’s. ‘Tis with all my heart and might that I vow
to safeguard ye for the rest of my life. As with Larry, ye are now mine and a
member of my clan; my promises to ye and my expectations of ye are the same.”
With that, Aiden softly kissed Spyke’s lips.
Spyke stood mesmerised, staring from one partner to the other. He felt
the Tartan settle over him like a mantle of protection and devotion. He had
never experienced such an all-encompassing feeling of warmth and security
before. He gently rubbed his fingertips over the brooch. His heart soared as his
emotions overpowered him and when he opened his mouth to speak, the words would
not come out. He’d spent endless hours painstakingly writing out his vows and
memorising them, only for his mind to go blank at the most inopportune moment.
Aiden glanced down in surprise to see Spyke’s lips trembling and the
tears forming in his beautiful blue eyes as the young man held his arms out
beseechingly. Tenderly embracing him, the big Scot lifted him off the ground
and hugged him. The gently giant closed his eyes and heard in his heart the
declaration of love Spyke was unable to verbalise. His own eyes filled when he
felt his lover’s arms tightening around his neck and heard the soft shuddered
sigh of ‘love you’.
A few minutes passed before Aiden lifted his head, shifted Spyke to one
arm and held out the other to Larry, pulling the handsome ex-marine to his side
so he could hug and kiss them both. He smiled when the men in his arms kissed
each other.
Walker cleared his throat and powerfully announced for all to hear,
“Aiden, Larry and Spyke, you are now and forever will be, husbands in the eyes
of every member of this community.” Indicating that they were to face the
congregation, Walker joyfully continued. “With the freedom we have found here
let us give thanks for the blessing we now enjoy to marry those we love. It is
my pleasure to introduce the newly formed Shea family of the MacKensie Clan.”
The noise was almost deafening as the seated men applauded, cheered and
stomped their feet at the proclamation. Thomas and Mitchell stepped forward
with wide grins on their faces. They wanted to be the first to offer their
congratulations. They were quickly joined by others who were lining up to offer
best wishes.
“A lot of hard work has gone into the preparations of an extraordinary
meal with music and dancing to follow,” Thomas loudly stated. “So I say, let
the celebration begin.” Taking Galen’s hand, he began leading the way to where
the tables were set up, waiting to be laden with good food and drink.
Wes had staunchly watched the proceedings even though it was the hardest
thing he had ever done. As soon as Walker made his final announcement, Wes
quietly slipped into the forest. As much as he would have liked to join the
queue and say a few words to the happy threesome, he was simply unable to do
so. Nathan was there waiting in line with his face set and determined, and Wes
didn’t feel he had the strength to go anywhere near him. He just wanted to go
off on his own and try to forget his broken heart, if only for a short time.
The line moved slowly but soon Nathan found himself face to face with
three smiling, newly-married men. He shook hands with each of them and wished
them continued happiness. Then, not really being in a party mood, he eventually
wandered back to his workshop. Although he was happy for his friends, it was
depressing to know it may never happen for him and it pained him to see Wes so
despondent and like himself, disinclined to participate in the festivities. It
also deeply hurt him to see how Wes avoided him. He had hoped Wes would at
least meet his eyes. ‘How on earth did we come to such a pass?’ he silently
asked himself, sighing profoundly.
The rest of the Island inhabitants enthusiastically got down to the
business of socialising and celebrating the auspicious event of the first
wedding to take place in their new home. Galen’s wild-berry wine was poured and
toasts made to the lucky grooms. After everyone had eaten their fill, the
tables were moved out of the way and the benches that had been retrieved from
the glen were set to the side so the party could begin in earnest.
Aiden, accompanied by Levi on the bagpipes, did the Highland
sword dance using crossed sticks in lieu of actual swords. He then had as many
men as were up to it, join him in Scottish country dancing. Galen immediately
hauled Thomas up to try it. At Raythe’s request, Brock willing followed suit.
Great fun was being had by all and the merrymaking became even more
boisterous as the moonshine was lavishly dispensed.
Lakota had allowed himself two mugs of Brock’s potent moonshine. Though
hardly drunk, he was feeling the effects of the alcohol in his system and that,
along with the mood of a wedding, had him feeling somewhat less inhibited than
normal.
When Jordan
Gille was a bit surprised by the very open display of affection from his
lover, but not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he returned the
kiss enthusiastically and allowed the larger man to lead him in a very close,
slow dance.
As they moved to the music, Lakota’s hand found its way slowly downward
from Gille’s back to his lower cheek. He kneaded the flesh possessively and
whispered, “I love you.”
Gille smiled and returned the sentiment, thinking to himself that Aiden,
Larry and Spyke weren’t the only ones who were going to have a special evening.
Yancey had placed a pallet under a tree so Brodie could rest while still
enjoying the festivities. The nurse sat down beside his injured lover and
handed him one of the mugs of moonshine he was carrying. “At least we get to
watch, honey, even if we can’t get up and dance.”
“It’s okay, Yancey. I’m still having a good time, everything
considered,” Brodie grinned lopsidedly at his partner. “Man, who’d of thought
we’d see the time come when Spyke wouldn’t be able to yammer like a
blue-jay?”
“Well, I imagine he must have found the whole event rather daunting. Him
becoming tongue-tied may have been a blessing in disguise, as it probably
prevented him from swearing at his own wedding,” Yancey joked, causing Brodie
to snicker. “All and all though, it was a nice ceremony.” He held up his cup.
“A toast to celebrate our freedom to love and to marry the ones we love.” Their
cups clinked and they drank while staring into each other’s eyes.
Samuel leaned closer to a brooding young man. “What’s on your mind,
love? Are you not enjoying yourself?”
“Yeah, I am,” Wayne quietly responded. “I just wish Wes had of hung
around. We could have sung a few songs if he had, but he prefers to be by
himself….not that I blame him or anything. He’s having a hard time and I wonder
if he will ever work things out with Nathan,” he finished softly. “I hope he
finds his true love soon.”
“Maybe he will as I’ve notice lately that he has been spending a lot of
time with Hendrik,” Samuel commented, rather thoughtfully. He saw Wayne raise his brows but neither of
them pursued this thought. After a pause, Samuel asked, “could you not do a
couple of solos?”
“I could, but under the circumstances I don’t think Wes would appreciate
that too much. Besides, they don’t seem in need of any stimulus to enjoy
themselves. I think the moonshine and Galen’s berry wine are doing a fine job,
don’t you?” Wayne smiled up at his lover and took his hand. “I have a better
idea; one which involves both of us?” He laughed and pulled Samuel towards the
dance area.
The revelry had long been underway, when Spyke impatiently tugged on
Aiden’s shirt-sleeve.
Knowing the younger men wanted to get on with their wedding night, the
big Scot sincerely thanked everyone for making their day so wonderful and
readily complied with his new husbands’ wishes.
“We’ve got a surprise for you, Aiden,” Spyke exclaimed, eagerly prancing
in front of his two partners as they made their way along the forest path. “Ya
don’t hafta bring a thing ‘cause we have it all set up; don’t we, Larry?”
“That we do,” Larry chuckled at the younger man’s excitement. “And you
better not say anything else.”
They did little talking during the long walk in order to conserve their
energy. The distance to the cave involved traipsing through the woods for well
over an hour.
Arriving at their destination, Spyke ran into the cave first and lit the
lantern. Aiden stepped inside just as the warm glow from the flickering light
permeated the romantically-decorated cavern.
“Ye’ve done a grand job, ‘tis true,” Aiden praised as he took in the
large bed set up for their use, the numerous candles Larry was in the process
of lighting and the various containers of flowers placed around the makeshift
bedroom. It certainly looked a great deal nicer than the last time he was here
when he’d been bitten by a snake. “Nice of Brock to let ye make use of what I
believe he considers ‘his’ cave.”
“I think he’s on the lookout for another one,” Larry informed the older
man with a laugh.
“Larry and I built this,” Spyke boasted, pointing at the bed. “Of
course, Mitchell helped us make the frame big enough to put the three pallets
in. Galen showed us where to get the moss for the mattress and pillows, and
Nathan sewed up new sheets and pillowcases. They’re made with a very soft
cotton but feel like silk, Aiden; come see,” he impatiently demanded. His
nervousness was causing him to babble on.
Larry wondered if Spyke was as nervous as he was. It wasn’t
first-time-with-a-man nervous; it was more like the nerves that anticipation
can cause a person to have. As he listened to his younger partner, he
could see Spyke was feeling the same way and that made Larry feel a little
better.
Aiden knew his two boys were a little anxious for what he had planned
for the three of them tonight, so he wasted little time with small talk.
He summoned both of them and gently kissed their lips before pushing them
together.
“As ye kin, lads, until now my rule has been ‘twould be me alone making
love to ye and all ye were permitted to do ‘twas cuddle and comfort. But since
‘tis yer wedding night as well as mine, I am giving ye a gift. I am allowing ye
to enjoy one another and give each other pleasure. Aye, from this night
forward, ye are permitted to indulge in oral or manual gratification.”
Larry and Spyke looked at one another in surprise and joy. Their
feelings for each other had deepened over the last three months; they had fallen
in love and found they could no longer view themselves as brotherly-type best
friends.
Spyke was the first to make a move. “Okay, Larry, get that uniform off
and show me what a real Marine is made of!”
Larry didn’t have to be asked twice. He quickly removed his
uniform, taking care not to ruin or wrinkle it in any way. He grinned widely
and walked over to Sypke, who had wasted little time getting out of his suit.
Aiden stripped and made himself comfortable on the big bed. His
hand slowly moved between his legs as he became aroused at the thought of
watching his two new husbands pleasuring each other.
For a moment, the two men remained silent; then Larry slipped his arms
around Spyke’s waist and pulled him in for their first meaningful kiss as
lovers. At the touch of their lips, tiny electric shocks coursed through
their bodies. They moaned, tightened their embrace and opened their mouths
to eagerly taste and explore. Eventually, Larry backed away and pushed
Spyke down on the soft blankets next to Aiden.
Larry began to explore Spyke’s body. He started with the hollow at the
base of the throat, then the sharp edge of the collar bone, followed by the
left and then the right nipple; all of which caused Spyke to whimper in
pleasure and beg for more. Larry more than willingly obliged by moving
down the other man’s body, caressing him with soft fingers until he reached the
now erect penis of his new husband. Suddenly, Spyke felt something warm
and wet surround his hardened member and knew in an instant it was Larry’s
mouth.
“Oh God, Larry!” he cried out as he felt himself getting harder.
Larry increased the suction until Spyke in his highly aroused state,
began to thrust himself deep into Larry’s mouth. Not to be outdone in the
pleasure department, Spyke twisted around enough to move his hand down so he
could stroke his lover’s manhood until he too was fully erect. The two men
continued until they climaxed simultaneously and their cries of desire
echoed throughout the cave.
The whole time, Aiden was doing his best to control his own
lust. He slowly stroked himself but kept backing off whenever he felt
himself coming too close to finding his release. He smiled when he heard
his partners’ expressions of love for one another.
When he was sure his husbands had fully enjoyed each other and the older one had cleaned up a bit, Aiden moved
closer to them. “Husband, ‘tis ye I shall take first,’ he whispered to Larry.
Turning to Spyke, he murmured, “then, my other dear husband, I will take ye in
the same manner.”
Spyke wasn’t offended by Aiden deciding to make love to Larry
first. He was more than happy to sit back and relish in the afterglow of
the beautiful orgasm he had just experienced. He squirmed just far enough
away to give Aiden some room.
Aiden flipped Larry onto his back and using the pre-cum from his own
erect penis mixed with the juices on the sheet that had flowed from Larry, he lubricated his
fingers and prepared his lover. As he entered Larry for the first time as married
men, the feelings of pure love and lust were overwhelming. He tried to
contain his enthusiasm but with Larry sticking his tongue down his throat and
growling encouragement, Aiden found it difficult to hold himself back. He
began thrusting into Larry with powerful strokes, causing the young Marine to
lift his hips off the bed and meet his every move.
“Oh God, Aiden; harder….give it to me harder,” Larry cried out as
he once again felt the familiar signs of a climax coming on. Aiden gave
one or two more thrusts, then capturing Larry’s lips with his own; he exploded
inside his new husband. Almost instantaneously, Larry had his second
climax of the evening.
Aiden rolled off Larry and after a few more hugs and kisses, turned his
attention to his other mate. He knew he would have to be a little less
aggressive with his youngest husband which is why he came to him second when he
had the ability to exercise more control.. As Larry drifted off into dreamland;
Aiden began to make love to Spyke.
The big Scot took his time with the smaller man, moving in and out of
him with short thrusts. Nevertheless, the passion was just as powerful and
before long the two men lay spent in each other’s arms.
Aiden reached for Larry’s sleeping form and gathered him against his
left side while holding Spyke against his right. Soon Spyke was matching
Larry’s light snoring breath for breath, but Aiden was not ready for
sleep. He just lay there holding his new husbands, basking in their love
and taking pleasure in the joyful thoughts of what the future held for them.
TBC….
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