To Serve and Protect II
 A Change of Venue

By: BJ Williams
(© 2013-2014 by the author)
Edited by: Gerry Young

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Introduction of the Characters

Andrew Butler, 35, and life partner with…

Michael Brady, 35, and Andy’s Neanderthal man.

Finale

The wedding of Michael and Andy fell in the middle of October, on a perfect fall day. The sun was brilliant, but the air didn’t have the touch of heat that made the summer months so hot.

Andy couldn’t have imagined anything more perfect, couldn’t have imagined feeling a greater happiness then he did now. Michael and Andy were married at Marble Island boat and yacht club. David stood up for his father, Michael, while Jonathon did as well for, Andy. Their friends, both old and new, gathered to watch them exchange vows.

Everything was perfect and gorgeous; after all, Andy did know how to plan a great party. He and Michael were insanely in love with Michael, and when Michael looked at Andy, Andy trembled, knowing that Michael loved him as much. They were married as the sun set in the western sky, while casting its rays of crimson and orange over the water of Lake Champlain.

And when the champagne had been sipped, the toasts raised to their happiness and the last of their excited hugs of goodbye given out, they went to the lake house…

Together, sitting on the deck that overlooked the lake, they snuggled together as they watched the sun set in the west. Its final rays radiated in shades of red and orange as it reflected off the lake’s calm water.

“Happy, babe,” Michael whispered against Andy’s ear.

Andy was sitting between Michael’s legs and leaning back against the hardness of his chest.

“Very much so,” Andy turned his head and Michael lowered his mouth to his in a passionate kiss.

“I’ve waited ten years for this night, Michael,” Andy told him as he held out his left hand and gazed at the ring on his finger. “Mr. Andrew Butler-Brady,” he said and turned back to kiss Michael again.

“I seriously had my…”

“Shhhhhh,” Andy pressed a finger to Michael’s lips.

Andy smiled at him, and it was a dazzling smile. He was soft, all of him, and his arms wound around Michael as they kissed. They stood, the sun was gone and the cold breeze off the lake sent them quickly inside. Michael had built a fire in the fireplace, he stirred it and added another log.

Andy’s arms wound once again around Michael’s waist, his chest molded to Michael’s, naked beneath a soft cotton nightshirt.

“We’re home, Michael, we are together and finally home where we belong,” he whispered.

It hadn’t been Michael’s home for ten years, but tonight, with Andy, it was his personal homecoming. The room was filled with shadows that danced as the flames from the hearth leapt up, around the logs.

Michael wove his fingers into Andy’s hair, savoring the feel of him. Then he swept him up into his arms and stumbled up the steps, somehow keeping his eyes locked with Andy’s.

It seemed to take forever to reach their bedroom, he stumbled at the top of stairs and they laughed as he hurriedly made a mad dash to the room, worrying that his back would give out before they did, after all, he was not twenty any longer. For the moment, all that he knew was the man in his arms and the sweetness of his homecoming.

When they were in their room he set Andy down, and with trembling fingers, he undid the buttons of his nightshirt. He eased it off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

Michael stared at Andy.

He wanted this moment to be etched in his memory forever, and he wanted the memory to be as incredible as the reality of it. Andy’s eyes were luminous, his smile welcoming, his chest hard, chiseled, more entrancing even than he had remembered. His legs long and muscularly shaped.

Then Michael touched Andy.

He wanted, too, to remember the feel of his skin against his fingertips, and so he touched Andy again… and again, marveling at the softness of his skin. He kissed Andy; he had to remember the taste of him. Then Michael kissed Andy’s lips, and he kissed his forehead, and when he found the pulse at the base of Andy’s throat, he kissed him there. He kissed each hard mound of his chest, and the desire inside him grew. He savored the taste of his shoulders, of the little hollows there. He turned Andy around and kissed down his back, trailing his fingers down the muscular line of his spine and over the curve of his buttocks. He had to touch… taste… and feel all of him. He went on and on, drinking deeply of Andy, until the whole of his body shook and trembled, until Andy cried out his name with such anguish and passion that he came to his feet, crushed Andy in his arms and lifted him again, bearing him to the bed… their bed.

Whispering to Michael, telling him how much he had missed him. Andy whispered that he had wanted him… needed him and most of all, desired him in his life forever. Andy feverishly helped Michael out of his clothes, desperate to touch him as Michael had touched him. It was no ordinary touch, it was…

Soft as a feather, as gentle as a summer breeze, and as sensual as the earth, Andy touched… petted and loved on Michael. Then, at last, they came together, two men in love, meeting in a breathless fusion.

Andy felt he was riding the wind, an endless, sweet, wild wind that swept away the horrors of the past and left him drifting on the clouds of heaven. Anticipation had sown its seeds, and their first time together was erratic, wild, and thunderous for them both. Barely had they climaxed before Michael touched Andy again, and yet again the clamor of need rose quickly in them. They were slower this time, easier, for the first desperate hunger had been appeased.

Michael’s movement seemed unhurried, easy, as if her were a cat that had long studied its prey and seldom failed to reach its objective. It was in Michael’s eyes, in his voice, that thing about him, always so casual, and yet…

They both knew what his real objective was…

Tonight, right here and now, with Andy beside him, there was nothing rushed, as his eyes studied Andy for a long time, as if waiting for a protest, knowing there would be none, because Michael had come home to Andy… to be his husband as it had always been ordained to be.

I cherish you, Andy,” he whispered and then his lips touched Andy’s, and every remaining doubt that he had ever had about Andy, vanquished, as if they had never been.

Andy’s arms moved around Michael, fingers threading into his hair, and he tasted the kiss… Michael’s kiss, explored the texture of his lips, felt the exhilarating sweep of his tongue.

Michael’s hands worked magic, cradling Andy’s nape, pulling him closer. The length of Michael’s body was a fire, rock-hard strength, something Andy wanted, needed, and where before it had been anticipation of all that was… as if new for him, not it was memory of what was real, electric and compelling.

There had been a strange honesty in getting to know each other again… at least in this. Andy pulled away and said softy, “Just when I thought that I could not love you any deeper or stronger than I did, then you blow my senses beyond reality and send me into a realm so intense… so powerful, that love is not a strong enough word to describe all that I feel for you, my darling, Michael.”

“Can we stay as we are all night?” Michael asked gently and lifted Andy’s chin so that their eyes met.

“I think I would stay forever if I could.”

Tonight, the darkness offered no threat. If they had wanted light, it had been provided by the moon’s fullness. Michael came to him once again in the shadows, touched him, and his naked flesh against Andy’s, seemed to be the most erotic splendor Andy had ever known. Andy’s fingers played down Michael’s chest; they felt the beating of his heart, kneaded the length of his back, as he teased Michael’s nipples with his tongue and teeth. The shadows had once given Andy a sense of fear, peril, but now, it gave him confidence, and from Michael’s back Andy slid the feathery brush of his fingertips lower, teased his ass, then stroked the rise of his erection and then…

Andy found himself lifted, now lying beneath Michael once again on the sheets that were cool, startled by the extreme difference between the crisp coolness of the bed and the heat of Michael’s body.

The pressure of Michael’s body, once again aroused Andy, their lips fused, hands stroked wildly as if neither could get enough of the other. They broke apart, panting in the darkness, and then came together again. Andy’s fingers moved through Michael’s hair as Michael’s lips moved to Andy’s throat, to his collarbone… below.

The touch of Michael’s fingers, the simmering, liquid hart of his lips and tongue, slowly trailed down his body. Andy writhed as if he longed to become a part of Michael. He was in thrall to a brush, a stroke, a feathered sensation that left him yearning for more, a deeper, firmer exploration of fingers and tongue… acts of sheer intimacy that amazed him, exalted him, and ever so slightly frightened him.

Andy was barely aware of his own sinuous movements, flesh erotically sliding against flesh, the twist and curve of his body as he accommodated Michael’s, the sleek motion in which scent and movement, heat and pressure, combined, and it seemed that the world revolved upon the rise of his need and the climax Michael promised.

“Ahhhh,” Andy let out a soft cry as the first little ripple of pure pleasure seared through him, a shot that catapulted, and continued, a slow tease that radiated.

Michael rose above him, and in a corner of Andy’s mind he was ever so afraid. Afraid because he had found the perfect fit, a man who thrilled and excited him, who captured his soul with the sound of his voice, his merest touch, they way he moved, in bed and out. A fear that Michael wasn’t real, that this total consumption of body and soul were nothing but a dream… a fantasy that someone or something would steal away from him… again.

Then Michael was in him and around him. Andy was striving, twisting, and turning, hungry to become a part of his very being. Each thrust took Andy higher on a wave of eroticism, and the feel of his flesh, burning and powerful, beneath his hands, was almost more than Andy could bear.

Then there was that moment of ultimate climax, darkness shattered, a brilliant burst of light that shot violently into Andy’s mind, a feeling of sheer ecstasy so high and complete, that it shattered into a million pieces of crystal. There was one last powerful surge of his body… his sex, and then the collapse against Andy that signaled the volatility of Michael’s own climax, followed by the feel of Michael’s arms around him, the thunder of their hearts, the return of normalcy, and a feeling of incredible completion… satiation.  

Michael’s fingers, moving through Andy’s hair…

His arms, wrapped around him…

His words, soft and teasing, “Where have you been all my life?”

Andy moved against him, “Here… I’ve always been right here,” he whispered as he tapped softly on a spot on Michael’s chest that was over his heart.

Andy’s feelings were insane, he didn’t just want Michael, and he was fascinated by him. The sex was incredible, but sex was not enough. He had wanted to get beneath his skin, into his soul, know him as before, but better, see his smile, and feel what it felt like again to be wrapped in his laughter.

Andy had gotten it all.

“I’m building a wall around my heart,” Michael said, prompt up on an elbow and looking down at the man he had been created to love.

“To keep me out?” he asked fearfully.

“No, to keep you in it… forever,” he said and sealed his heart closed around Andy’s love with a kiss.

“Finally, my Neanderthal man is home where he belongs, in my heart and soul,” Andy snuggled tightly against his husband and with Michael’s arms holding him securely, they drifted off to sleep.

They chose not to go to some exotic island, but they took their love to bed and honeymooned in Vermont, where they had always been the happiest.

And as for Billy … well, he was placed in a mental hospital for the criminally insane. He had no remorse for what he did, and felt that what he did was deserving to those he had hurt and killed. Although what he had done was tragic, the true crime was what he did to his son, Jonathon.

Jonathon, upon hearing the truth about his father, that he was alive, a murderer, and had lived most of his adult life as Teddy, had a nervous breakdown. No one blamed him for his father’s actions, but he had to deal with the fact that he’d slept with his own father sexually, even though he did not realize it at the time. He also had to deal with the shame of having a father who was a murderer.

He was hospitalized, and although undergoing intensive therapy, he is expected to fully recover.

But then … that … is another story.  

The End

Author’s note…

There may be more from this story, which will center on the children of Andy and Michael, as well as those of Thom and Aaron. But that, too,  is for another time and another place.

Posted: 05/02/14