Warren hummed to himself as he flipped through the caterer’s brochure. Simple, he told himself. Keep it simple. He passed on the Teriyaki Grilled Salmon with Fruit Salsa and even the Chicken Cordon Bleu. They sounded delicious to him, but Darryl wouldn’t like them. Darryl liked his food simple, and Warren placed Darryl above the guests as he pondered the options.
He settled on Grilled Chicken Chardonnay and Sirloin Beef with Burgundy Mushroom for the entrées; fairly simple, yet elegant. He put the menu aside and looked over the invitation options. He paused at one that caught his eye. Darryl would like its unfussy design with plain masculine lines and coloring.
A whisper of warm breath at the side of his neck brought Warren out of his reverie just a moment before Darryl’s lips began a trail up to that sensitive spot behind his ear that never failed to thrill him. Warren closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side.
When the tantalizing lips pulled away he opened his eyes and turned to smile at Darryl. Darryl was looking over his shoulder at the invitation he was holding. “That’s a nice one, sweetheart. Is that the one you’re going to use?”
“Maybe, I just started looking at them. That one caught my eye because I thought you’d like it too.”
“I do.”
Warren followed Darryl’s eyes as they moved to the pricing sheet. Warren hadn’t looked at that yet himself and was appalled when he saw the price. A box of one hundred of those invitations would cost $469.00.
To his credit Darryl’s reaction was no more that an abrupt intake of breath. He paused a moment, probably biting his tongue off, before commenting with remarkable restraint. “How large is the guest list, Warren?”
Uh oh. He was trying to pare it down, but couldn’t decide who to cut. “About a hundred and twenty? I’m working on cutting it back.”
Darryl’s face was an unreadable mask. Darryl was good at that, to Warren’s frustration. Warren wanted to know how Darryl felt about the plans so far. His worry was that Darryl’s lack of emotion was a big ole red flag signaling an aversion to the whole she-bang and that Darryl was merely indulging him.
Fuck.
Warren was completely out of the mood for party planning now and scooped the scattered documents into the file folder. He turned to Darryl and beamed a smile. He was definitely not out of the mood for Darryl.
Darryl’s eyebrow quirked, and the mask melted as he pulled Warren up and into his arms. They didn’t say anything, but Warren now knew that Darryl was just pandering to what he knew Warren wanted, and Warren loved him all the more for it.
Darryl kissed him, and Warren opened up, deepening the kiss and pulling himself tightly against Darryl’s sturdy body. Warren wound his arms around Darryl’s neck and moaned when he felt Darryl’s tongue begin a slow exploration of his mouth.
It would all be okay. In Darryl’s arms Warren always knew that any disagreements they had were trivial in the face of their love. Whatever Darryl’s true feelings were regarding Warren’s plans for the reception, it was clear that he wasn’t overly put out by it.
Warren ground his hips against Darryl and felt Darryl’s erection pressing back just above his own. Warren moved his hands down to the buttons of Darryl’s jeans and unfastened them. He pushed a hand inside Darryl’s underwear and Darryl pressed a hot cock into his hand.
Warren broke the kiss and sucked his way down Darryl’s neck then back up to Darryl’s ear. “Tell me what you want, hon. You just want my hand? You want my mouth, or…” Warren broke it off there, figuring Darryl knew how to fill in the blank.
Darryl growled and let his actions speak for him, fumbling quickly at the fastenings of Warren’s jeans. He wanted what was behind door number three.
Warren felt himself being spun around, and then Darryl’s strong body was molded along the length of his back. He felt needy lips at the crook of his neck, nipping and sucking, marking him, and he smiled.
Darryl’s arms were around him, moving over his body, and he placed his hands over Darryl’s. A moan escaped Warren, and he closed his eyes to lose himself in the sensations that were coursing through him.
There were words lost in the moans. Warren tended to lose control of whatever mechanism his body used to filter thoughts before they became words whenever Darryl aroused him. Darryl’s touch was death to his self control.
“Hold on,” was whispered in Warren’s ear. He had to latch onto the table to keep from falling as Darryl stepped away. Damn it. He heard a kitchen drawer open as he regained his equilibrium and realized that Darryl was fetching one of several bottles of lube they had scattered throughout the house. Of course.
Warren glanced back as Darryl returned. The look of passion in Darryl’s eyes was intense and full of love. Warren couldn’t help smiling at the man. He loved Darryl so damned much. He’d do anything to make Darryl happy.
Darryl grinned back and kissed Warren’s lips before reaching down to pull Warren’s shirt up over his head. Darryl removed his own shirt as well and tossed them both aside before resuming the assault on the side of Warren’s neck.
Darryl’s hands were back on the sides of Warren’s waist, warm and pushing at the waistband. Warren felt hot breath at his ear as Darryl spoke, his voice low and ragged. “Over the table or up against the wall?”
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