by M. C. Adams
We get into the elevator. ‘You’re a romantic at heart, aren’t you Hunter?’
The lift doors close and we see ourselves reflected in the mirrored walls. I like the way we look together. So unalike but so well-matched. I suppose I’m a romantic too…
‘So,’ I say, ‘what do you feel like for breakfast? French? Norwegian? Punjabi? We can find anything in this city at the press of a button.’
‘Thing is, Klein,’ says Hunter, giving my hand a squeeze, ‘I find all this fancy-pants stuff a bit much. It’s nice for a treat, you know, but… expensive stuff… it’s just not to my taste, most of the time. I’m sorry. Is there any chance we could just go somewhere… simple?’
Klein nods. ‘Simple is perfect. I’m sick of fancy stuff too. In fact, there’s a food van outside, just parked up along the river. How about we get veggie sausage sandwiches?’
Hunter grins. ‘Now you’re talking my language.’
We head for the food van, shivering because neither of us have coats. We put our arms around each other for warmth, though, and it feels good. Once we’ve got our rolls — with veggie bacon because they didn’t have sausages, but that’s no biggie — we walk along the river.
‘One thing I would like to do today is buy some clothes,’ I say. ‘I was thinking we could head to the East End and get some stuff from a thrift store.’
‘A thrift store? You?’
I nod, feeling the ketchup ooze out of my bread roll and onto my chin. ‘Sure,’ I say. ‘It’s much better for the environment. Besides, I like vintage. My tux for our wedding was vintage… remember?’
‘Okay. Okay. You’ve convinced me. You’re a changed man.’
‘I certainly am.’ We finish our breakfast and I lead Hunter over the bridge. ‘Follow me. I’ve had an idea.’
‘You’re a man on a mission today,’ Hunter laughs.
‘Look. Let’s get in this queue.’ I pull Hunter towards a line of people, and he looks up into the sky.
‘What, you want to go on the London Eye?’
‘Yes,’ I say. ‘I’ve never been on it before. Have you?’
‘No,’ says Hunter. ‘You know it’s just a giant Ferris wheel, though, right? Probably not that eco-friendly.’
‘Actually, they’ve made adjustments to it in recent years that have improved it in that respect… but look. That’s not why we’re here.’
‘Why are we here?’
‘Because I want to show you something.’
We wait in the queue, and Hunter keeps looking at me quizzically, as if he thinks I’m up to something. I just smile at him mysteriously.
There aren’t many people here yet, so we reach the front fairly quickly. I’m glad to see that it looks like we’re going to get an entire capsule to ourselves. It’s not necessary, but it will help.
We get into the capsule and start travelling up into the sky.
‘Holy shit, this thing actually goes pretty damn high,’ says Hunter.
‘I’ve heard it’s the best view of London. You can see a long way in every direction.’
‘It’s actually kind of amazing.’
‘Yes,’ I say, inching closer to Hunter and holding him tight. ‘So… there’s something I want to ask you.’
‘You do?’
‘Last night, when you told me how you felt, that you loved me… I didn’t answer. I’m sorry about that. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to. It was just… my head was spinning after that crazy day. I wanted to make sure that I said the right thing. That I didn’t mess this up…’
‘Mess what up? Are you breaking up with me? I completely understand if this has become too —’
I look into Hunter’s big, beautiful green eyes. I could look at those eyes every day for the rest of my life.
‘Hunter,’ I begin. ‘I want to kiss every inch of your body. I want to laugh with you. And, most of all, I want to express how I feel to you, now and for the rest of our lives.’
Hunter swallows. ‘And how you feel is…’
‘I love you, Hunter. I’m in love with you. I’m absolutely head-over-heels, mad about you.’
Hunter raises his eyebrows. ‘So… you quite like me, then?’
I playfully thump him on the shoulder. ‘Stop it!’ I say. ‘I’ve never said this stuff to anyone before.’
‘Nor have I, you know. Last night, when I said I loved you, that was my first time.’
‘It was?’
‘Uh-huh.’
‘Oh wow.’ I take a deep breath. ‘So… we love each other then?’
Hunter laughs. ‘Yeah. We do.’
‘Then… I hope you don’t mind if I…’ I look around the capsule, even though I know there’s nobody else in here. I get down on one knee, and look up at Hunter. ‘I’d like you to stay married to me, Hunter.’
I reach into my pocket and pull out two rings.
‘I sneaked out this morning while you were sleeping. They’re only from a second-hand place. I’m not sure what your size is, but…’
‘Oh my god. Are they real diamonds?’
I shrug. ‘I’m actually not sure.’ I burst out laughing. ‘But they’re pretty, aren’t they?’
Hunter nods. ‘They’re wonderful. You’re wonderful.’
‘Is that a yes?’
‘Yes, it’s a damn yes!’ says Hunter, pulling me to my feet and kissing me. I put a ring onto his finger and I’m relieved to see that it fits, then he pushes a ring onto mine.
‘I’ll get us better ones,’ I tell him. ‘We can even get better ones later on today.’
‘No,’ says Hunter, pulling me close. ‘I like these ones, even if we find out they’re made of copper. I don’t care if my fingers go green. I love this ring. I love you.’
‘I love you too.’
I’m so happy right now I could just burst. But I haven’t finished yet.
‘Look, Hunter. Look out at the horizon. Now, tell me. Which direction do you like best?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Do it. Look outside. In any direction you like. Now tell me. Where do you like best? I’m going to build us a home. And I want you to choose where we put it. I promise I’ll design something that works for both of us. What do you say?’
‘Well, the East end has always felt like my kind of place…’ Hunter says, with a cheeky half-smile.
‘The East End it is,’ I say. ‘We’re going to have to rent for a while first, of course. It’s not going to happen overnight. But… we’re going to start again, Hunter. Together.’
The Ferris wheel reaches its highest point, and we kiss again.
‘There are cameras in here,’ I whisper.
‘I don’t care,’ replies Hunter, giving my bum a squeeze. Then, he bites down softly on my earlobe, and says: ‘Let’s go fucking wild tonight.’
* * *
‘This is my first ever rock concert!’ I cry, throwing my arms up in the air and nodding my head to the beat.
‘It’s a gig!’ Hunter shouts back to me. ‘Call it a fucking gig! Concerts are for, like, old people!’
There are so many bodies in here, so many pints being spilt all over the place, so much sweat… and I love it.
‘I fucking love this song!’ yells Hunter, when the singer announces that we’re about to hear a song called ‘Psychic Trauma’.
The band we’re watching are called ‘Cloud Nothings’, and apparently, they’re one of Hunter’s favourites. I’ve never listened to music like this before in my life, but Hunter and I grabbed ourselves some band t-shirts and ripped jeans and vegetarian Doc Martens from the second-hand shops around here earlier, and I definitely feel the part.
Obviously, my plan isn’t to become Hunter or anything like that. I’m very happy to learn who I am, and be my own person. I want to be my own person very much. But it’s lots of fun trying on new clothes, new personas. I hope I keep trying new things for the rest of my life.
Hunter pumps the air with his fist, chanting the lyrics to the song, and instead
of watching the band, I watch him. My gorgeous, confident husband.
He catches me looking and pulls me close to him. ‘Come on,’ he growls. ‘Let’s go.’
‘Go? I thought you were enjoying yourself?’
Hunter pulls me into a dark corner of the club, away from the bar, and away from the crowd watching the music.
‘I want you so fucking much,’ he yells into my ear. ‘I want to taste you on my fucking tongue!’
‘Same here!’ I shout back, smiling, but before we have the chance to talk about this any more, Hunter presses me up against the wall, crushing his lips against mine. His tongue probes between my lips, seeking out mine, and he kisses me hard, unyieldingly.
His body presses up against me, his hard chest squashed up against my own, his warm groin pushed against mine, hips grinding.
Fuck.
I’ve never done anything like this in public before, but I’m so turned on right now that I feel like I could let Hunter do just about anything to me.
His hands travel down to my bottom, pulling me as close to him as is humanly possible, and then one hand travels back up to my jaw, pulling my lips hard against his. I grab the back of his head, meeting his kiss with an equal force.
Hunter reads this as an invitation to take things a step further, and his hand slides down my belly, fingertips delving into the waistband of my jeans.
I feel hardness shoot through my cock as his fingers move further down still, and suddenly, just when I think Hunter’s not going to dare to do anything else, I feel his fingers on my dick.
‘Shit, Hunter!’ I shout. ‘Someone’s going to see us!’
‘I don’t care!’ he yells back.
He bites my top lip, gently but firmly, claiming me, letting me know that he’s in charge. Then his palm begins to rub gently on my shaft, making my lust increase, my body desperate for more.
‘I’m gonna take you back to our place in a minute,’ yells Hunter. ‘Then I’m gonna put on some loud music, and I’m gonna fuck your brains out.’
I nod, my legs shaking. ‘Yes. Take me home. Take me now.’
Hunter smiles. ‘You’re desperate for it, huh?’
‘Y-y-yes.’ I can barely get my words out, I’m so turned on. ‘F-f-fuck yes.’
Hunter’s hand moves faster, more insistently, creating such a strong surge of sensation between my legs that I almost explode. And then, just at the last minute, right before my eyes are about to roll back in my head, before I’m about to scream the place down… he stops.
‘I think I’ll leave you like that,’ he says, with a mischievous pout. ‘Gasping for more.’
He leads me out of the club, and I’m so turned on I can barely walk. We head down the street, hand-in-hand, and my teeth chatter, not because I’m scared or cold, but because I’m so excited for what’s about to happen.
Luckily, we only have a couple of blocks to walk before we get to our place. Feels so weird to say that: our place. I can’t believe we actually live here now, but we grabbed the first non-mouldy apartment we found and signed the paperwork this afternoon.
We’re only renting, but this flat is perfect for us. It’s on the top floor, so it has a fantastic view (but there are two extremely well-equipped fire escapes — I made a point of checking). The flat is already furnished, and it’s decked out in bright, hippy colours, mismatching chairs and tables, and sofas so soft and squishy you can almost lose yourself inside them. It’s the sort of place that I think Hunter would live in if he wasn’t with me, and I want to experience something that feels like it belongs to him for a while.
Hunter turns the key in the lock and grabs me by the jeans, pulling me into the flat, then he slams me against the closed front door.
‘You must be gagging for it right now, huh?’ he says.
I nod.
‘Good. Wait there. Take off your clothes.’
I pull my t-shirt up over my head before he’s even walked away. It’s got a band name I’ve never even heard of on the front: Savages. Hunter says they’re good, so that’ll do for me.
I throw it onto the floor, looking at the floorboards that I’m going to get so used to over the coming months. Then I take off my jeans and briefs too, pressing my cold, bare arse against the door.
I hear Hunter tuning into a station on the portable radio in the kitchen. After a few moments of static, some loud rock music comes on. Hunter returns, naked, holding a bottle of Punk IPA.
‘Girl Band are the best,’ he says, nodding his head to the beat. He takes a glug of beer, and then stands in front of me, staring at my cock.
‘You know what would go well with that dick of yours?’ he says over the music.
I shake my head. ‘No, what?’
‘Beer.’
Before I have the chance to question him, Hunter brings the cold bottle up to my skin, and pours a generous helping of beer down over my abs and onto my fast-hardening meat.
He bends down and looks up at me, grinning, then his pink tongue laps at the frothy beer running down my body. ‘Mmmm,’ he says. ‘Tastes much better like this.’
‘You’re a bad boy,’ I gasp, as Hunter’s tongue swirls around my shaft.
‘I know,’ Hunter laughs, pouring beer over his own cock now, and pulling my face down, making me lick the beer off him.
I can’t help but smile to myself as I slurp the ale off his skin. Two months ago, if I’d have known this was going to happen, I’d have freaked out. Not only because I was kissing a man’s dick, but also because I couldn’t stand the thought of having a drink splashed all over me, as well as the floor…
Nowadays, it’s like the cheekier Hunter is, the more excited I get. And the cheekier I want to be.
I grab his member and flick my tongue back and forth over it, making him moan happily.
‘Fuck,’ he gasps. ‘Get on the floor.’
I kneel on the floorboards, and Hunter pushes me down onto my back. He puts the beer down, and then looks down at me.
‘I can’t believe we’re married,’ he says, showing me his ring. ‘We’re married, and we still haven’t done this…’
He turns around now, straddling my head, pressing his cock down into my mouth, and then he leans forward, his own hot mouth suddenly making contact with my dick.
Oh my god!
The exquisite pleasure of having Hunter finally suck my dick again, as well as tasting his powerful organ in me at the same time, is almost too much to bear. Almost.
I squirm, still ridiculously turned on, as Hunter’s tongue flicks over my tingling sex. I circle and bite down on his cock too, just how he likes it, surprised at how hard he is already. He must have been just as turned on as I was back in the club. I know he once described himself as a giver, but this is amazing. He clearly loves touching me, making me his.
I feel his fingers entering my behind now, seeking out my prostate.
Ohhhh….
This man knows exactly what I like.
It’s hard for me to get my fingers into Hunter at this angle, so I push his cock deeper into my throat instead, and massage his balls with my fingertips. I love having him deep inside me. Feels so intimate to be sucking him like this, having his precum run down the back of my throat.
And he seems to like the way my fingers are squeezing his balls too. He grinds his hips, moaning and sighing. He seems so much more turned on than ever before. I wonder if it’s because he’s giving at the same time as receiving. He’s got the best of both worlds.
I lick him harder and faster now, my tongue moving around his tip in long, deep motions, as I take him further into me, almost gagging on his size.
His fingers curl, stroking my prostate, making the lust pour out of me, as my thighs tingle and crackle with a sensation that builds and builds.
‘Fuck!’ I cry out.
Hearing me yell like that makes Hunter suck me all the harder, and I feel him straining, too. His thighs tremble against my face.
There’s so much going on, so many parts
of me tingling, throbbing, getting ready to burst, that I can barely keep a handle on what’s going on any more. There’s just him, and me, and us, spasming and sparking and working together as one. Shouting, moaning, arching our spines, fingering, licking, clutching, sucking, pulsing, and then — all of a sudden…
Exploding.
And exploding.
And exploding.
And the more that one of us explodes, the more it makes the other explode.
It’s a chain reaction. Every time one of us goes off, so does the other. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
I shudder, and Hunter shudders, and it takes a full five minutes before the muscles in my body stop clenching and unclenching, before my spunk fills his mouth and his mine, until finally, at last, I feel a relaxation… like… no… other.
Hunter climbs off me and we lie side by side on the floor, looking up at our new, unfamiliar ceiling, holding hands.
‘It’s good to be home,’ I say softly.
18
HUNTER
* * *
Ten Months Later…
‘Oh look, it’s a postcard from Charlotte,’ says Klein, as he walks over to the table.
I put down my spoon and take the postcard from him. There’s a picture of a Greek beach on the front, and it says ‘Peace in Greece’ on it.
Charlotte and Klein have divided up their money and assets now, which means that neither of them are billionaires any more, but they’re still obviously very wealthy. Charlotte got the house in Greece, and decided to move out there, and Klein’s kept the paperwork for the houses he designed in the UK.
In terms of the money, I don’t like to ask Klein too much about it. All I know is that he gave away a lot of his money shortly after we moved into this place. Some to a homeless charity, and some more to an environmental one. His money’s been used to plant thousands of trees all over the world, and I honestly couldn’t think of a better use for it. We don’t need all that cash, anyway.
Nah. A few million will suit us just fine…
‘Looks like Charlotte is enjoying herself in Greece. I’ve heard that Greek men can be very dominant and bossy… which should suit her very well.’
