4-28-15
One
Amazingly enough, the sun was shining outside.
And I didn't mind that one little bit. We didn't get enough days like that. Although I loved the cool green damp of the typical northern coast in the City, my body occasionally craved the sunshine, even if my eyes weren't used to the shock.
Sunshine.
Rest and relaxation.
It's why we were here.
Bay City wasn't Maui or Tuscany or Acapulco, but it would do. Close enough to drive to and far enough away from the City to relax. Get away from our usual haunts and our usual work and just spend some quality time together.
Andy stirred against my side, drawing my attention away from the sunlight streaming in through the curtains. He made little comfortable sleepy noises and clutched my arm against his chest while his cute firm little fanny rubbed against my hip. Him and his cute little fanny could distract me from anything and frequently did. My partner was not at all above using that sweet body in his relentless pursuit of making me both healthy and relaxed.
I didn't mind that at all, either.
Leaning over, I kissed the top of his head and whispered into his hair.
"Love you, sweet boy."
"Mmmmm..." He sighed happily in his sleep again and squeezed my arm.
While we lay there cuddled together in the morning sun my mind briefly wandered back home. Through the door of our building and up the stairs. Past our office and up to the apartment. Around the bed and to the dresser.
Third drawer down. Where I kept my t-shirts.
Hidden in a corner was a small velvet box.
Two silver rings inside. One of which had an inscription.
Simply, it said "He gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket."
The misquotation was a little obscure, but I figured if anybody would get it, Andy would.
Just waiting for the perfect moment. I hoped it came soon.
I was ready.
The sunlight was making the entire room ablaze in bright yellow colors.
It looked like it was going to be a pretty day.
Two
Naked.
I wasn't... far from it. But I sure felt that way.
While I wasn't averse to being naked around Andy at any given time of day or night... as a matter of fact if I was in the same room with him it was how I wanted to be... I was not used to this feeling out in public.
I had no hat. No coat. No gun slung under my shoulder. Not even my backup piece strapped around my ankle.
All I was wearing was sweatpants and a t-shirt and running shoes.
Considering the amounts of people I saw in shorts and sandals I was actually a lot more dressed than most of the beach-side crowd.
But I still felt goddamn naked.
And old and tired and creaky. I raised my hands in surrender.
"I give up, Andy. I'm done." Breathing heavily, I leaned against one of the weighted trash cans at the edge of the sand to try and catch my breath. One by one I slipped off my sneakers and dumped the sand out of them. I could feel my hip and my back protesting as I moved.
Despite my protests, it had actually been a really good morning so far. This first day of our vacation. My lover, partner and best friend in the world had awakened with a smile when I had returned to the room with a carafe of fresh coffee and two cups. After I had poured us each a cup and returned to bed he'd given me a long lingering kiss and slipped first his hand then his head down under the covers not to resurface again until I had filled his mouth with my prick and his belly with as much of my come as I could produce.
The coffee had cooled considerably by the time we returned to it, but neither of us minded.
Back home in the City we would have retired downstairs to the gym in the bottom floor of "our" building for our morning workout. Absent that amenity, Andrew decided a long run along the beach would be ideal. I will admit I did love running with him. He had such a sweet athletic body I just loved watching him move. My mind would just drift away watching the muscles under his skin flex and flow and stretch. A blissful nirvana which took my mind off the fact I was a decade older and a lot more banged up than he was.
But three miles along the beach was enough for me. I'd kept up for the two miles up and half the way back before all the broken bits of my body held together with screws and plates began to scream in protest. Being the professional he was and the considerate lover he was, Andy just slipped my arm around his shoulders and we walked back to the little bed and breakfast where we were staying and plopped me down in a steaming hot bathtub to help me relax again.
It worked. Even if the tub wasn't big enough for two. Andy brought in a low stool and sat beside the tub, his fingertips playing along the skin of my arm and shoulder and occasionally up into my hair while I soaked.
"Happy, lover?" I opened one eye and glanced at him.
"The day started out well, for sure. If you're done trying to kill me now, I'm sure it will get even better." He smirked and pinched my ear, then leaned over and kissed the side of my head.
"My poor old grumpy bear. If you're that worn out already I'll just sleep on the couch tonight and let you get some rest."
"Now you're just talking crazy." He laughed.
It was a good day.
We'd done all the touristy stuff. Walked the boardwalk. Gone to the antique stores. Fed the seagulls. Found a little Mom n' Pop restaurant which wasn't half bad at all for lunch. In a thrift store I found an old leather jacket which actually fit me. It was long and had eleven freaking pockets. I loved it.
Twenty bucks. Imagine that.
