The Fugitive From Down Under - 1. Happy New Year

It was about 10:00 on Christmas Night when Jack and Brad rolled into their driveway in Pleasant View, having returned from a nice Christmas Day spent in Annandale with Jack's mother, Alice.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the earth where it was already the day after Christmas, a tall, skinny, middle-aged man with a jagged scar on his left cheek (well-concealed beneath stage makeup at that moment) was boarding a plane. He smiled contentedly to himself as it soared high into the air, soon leaving Sydney, and the man's pursuers, far behind.

Back in Pleasant View, Brad and Jack were now under the covers naked in each other's arms. Brad loved doing this with his man even more on such a chilly night, when the warmth of Jack's big furry body always felt so extra incredible against his own

The next morning Jack headed off to the station, having to return to work that week. Brad had the week off, as Miz Vivian was still out of town and he didn't have to return to work until time to get ready for the New Year's Eve Gala, which was being held that Saturday night. It was somewhat odd to be neither working nor spending time with Jack, but Brad found a few projects to occupy his time. That evening around six, Jack came in, closing the front door with a shiver.

"Man, it really has dropped all day out there"! Jack exclaimed.

"I know baby," Brad said, coming over to give Jack and quick hug and kiss. "I was just looking at the thermometer out back and it is only about 18 degrees out there now!"

"I knew when the bottom fell out it would do it all at once," Jack said. Most of December had been unseasonably warm in the Pleasant View area, and now temperatures had plummeted to below normal.

"Not that I ever mind," Brad said, playfully running his hands over Jack's chest, "But what are you doing home in your uniform, big guy?" Jack normally showered and changed into his civvies in the station's locker room at the end of each shift before heading home.

"Oh, hell," Jack said, taking off his jacket, and kicking off his shiny cop shoes. He walked to the kitchen and hung up his gun belt and put away his weapon as they talked. They returned to the living room and sat down on the couch together. "The damn pipes froze and busted about two o'clock! Good thing the locker room is off to that one side of the station, although that's probably exactly why the pipes froze. But, at least there wasn't any water damage to anything important in the station. It just more or less ran down the floor drains until somebody got the main shut off."

"Oh, so that's why you didn't get to shower down there," Brad replied.

"Yup. It's been so damn cold, and not a thing going on, that I'm far from dirty or sweaty anyhow. I should have just gone ahead and changed," Jack said.

"Well, I'm glad you didn't," Brad said, laying his head over on Jack's chest, the stiff blue of the uniform shirt against his cheek. He fingered the badge over Jack's heart playfully. "Sometimes I like the obvious reminders of having a big stud cop for a boyfriend!"

Jack leaned down and kissed Brad deeply then. "You're more than just a live-in boyfriend to me, you know, Bradley. I love you so."

Brad grinned happily. "I love you too, big guy, and ditto!"

Jack grinned to himself for a moment. The surprise he had planned for just after midnight on New Year's Eve at Miz Viv's was going to be so perfect!

They cuddled there on the couch and watched some TV for a while. Brad felt so content, and so thankful for this bit of domestic bliss, which less than six months before he would not have ever imagined finding.

"You can't be too comfortable in that uniform, even as completely fuckin' sexy as you are in it," Brad finally commented, glancing down at his own comfy sweatpants and t-shirt.

"Well, I suppose I really should go shower and change," Jack said. "Think you might be able to help an officer out with that?" He added playfully.

"YES, SIR!" Brad said, saluting playfully, as they got up and headed into the kitchen and down the hall, laughing.

Brad made quite a playful show of getting Jack out of his uniform and completely naked in their bedroom. It had been awhile since they had played with Jack in - and out of - his uniform. This time Brad went slowly, and both of them chuckled a little recalling the time he had torn off all the buttons on Jack's uniform shirt, causing an embarrassing moment later with Jack's Mom.

Brad had carefully placed the shirt, then the socks, then the uniform pants, then the t-shirt, all over onto their bed. Finally Jack was standing there in just his boxer shorts, with a very obvious tent in them, which was also the case with Brad's own sweatpants.

Brad grabbed a handful of Jack's bulge through his boxers. "I thought you put your weapon away a while ago, Officer Jack, so I know you're just happy to see me!"

Jack hooked his thumbs in either side of the top of his boxers and slid them quickly down and off, his now fully rock-hard cock springing up to stick straight out, as he playfully tossed the boxers across the room with his foot.

"HELL, YES!" He replied with a grin.

Soon the couple was taking a nice long, hot shower together, culminating in Brad giving Jack a blowjob.

"Mmm yeah, gonna make you cum!" Brad said, popping his head up off Jack's wet cock there in the shower just long enough to say so, as he continued to stroke his own cock. Brad was already savoring the sweet flavor of the precum he had been coaxing from Jack's fat cock in copious amounts.

"Not yet. Fuck me baby. Please!" Jack asked insistently, turning Brad on so much. As much as he adored being plowed by this big stud, it was also always a total thrill to fuck Jack's nice bubble butt! Jack turned around and braced himself against the wall of the shower, the hot water still streaming down over them both. Brad soon was standing there plowing Jack hard and deep from behind, until they both had explosive orgasms.

"UH! Yeah! - AH-UH!!! - Oh, BRAD!!!" Jack groaned, shooting his cum all over the wall of the shower, his knees nearly buckling from the pleasure, and his ass clenching and unclenching on Brad's meat repeatedly. This sent Brad over the edge too.

"FUCK!" He groaned, as he shot jets of cum into his lover. "OH, JACK!!!"

Afterward, they dressed in loungewear and fixed and ate dinner. Jack and Brad then returned to the couch for more time watching TV, as well as more conversation. Neither of them was really paying attention when a news item was mentioned briefly, as Jack channel-surfed for something good to watch.

The CNN anchor had been reading, "The suspect was last traced to a flight from Sydney to Los Angeles which he was able to board by using a fake passport under an assumed name and a disguise, but it is unclear where he may be heading within the United States. After nearly being apprehended in the act of committing his last crime, the Australian authorities do have a good description of the alleged perpetrator of a string of rapes of gay men in the Sydney area going back two years, who is also wanted in connection with a major..."

The rest of the week went by rather routinely for Jack, as not a lot was going on of note for the Pleasant View P.D. as 2011 drew to a close. That Friday night Jack headed over to Miz Vivian's after work. She had gotten home from Georgia earlier that afternoon, and now she, Brad, and Barney Finkster had already gotten in full swing decorating the mansion for the following night's New Year's Eve Gala.

"A little to the left Brad honey, no wait, a little to the right!" Barney rasped to Brad, who was on a ladder in the mansion's foyer attempting to hang a festive decorative piece in a way that suited the fastidious and ever-queeny decorator.

Soon they were all upstairs, where work on decorating the huge third-floor ballroom itself got underway. They laughed, talked, ate some homemade chicken salad sandwiches and other snacks that Miz Vivian brought up to them at one point, and generally had a good time. By 10:00 that night they were all ready to call it a night.

"We got a good part of the day tomorrow to finish everything up anyway, y'all," Barney rasped. "Doors won't open 'til 7:00 and the party won't really get rolling until at least eight, anyway!"

Meanwhile, a car had been rented at Louisville International Airport. "From L.A. to Salt Lake City, then that layover in Denver, and then a direct flight to J.F.K. Then that side trip on the train to Montreal and back for a couple of days - and then finally that last flight from J.F.K. back to here in Kentucky. That should surely have thrown them off. Well, that along with this disguise and that third passport I made sure to arrange for," the fugitive was thinking.

Brent Spokes - that was his real name - was rather pleased with himself as he drove away from the airport. He ran a hand over his now slick-shaven, newly bald head and chuckled. He glanced around as he drove along the Watterson Expressway. It had been a long time since those years he had spent in Kentucky before, but he had to admit he was glad to be back, even under these circumstances.

"Dammit, I don't care mate, about what passport he was or was not using. You have a bloody electronic watch list, don't you ever use it?" Chief Inspector Dan Channing was in the face of the head of the Canadian Border Patrol office in charge of inspecting the passengers aboard the Adirondack Amtrak train when it entered the country from New York each day, on its way to Montreal.

"Why don't you just go home and stay out of this, eh?" the Canadian official challenged sternly. "Our authorities on this side of the border are already working with Homeland Security and the FBI toward apprehending Spokes. I hardly see what good the authorities back in Australia could have possibly thought it would do to send you all the way over here to meddle!"

Channing didn't bother to explain anything to the indignant Canadian before he left, later boarding the southbound train himself. As he rode along back toward New York City, he ran a big hand through the neatly trimmed shock of snow-white beard along his solid jaw line. Though past 60 now, Dan Channing was still a very handsome man. Some would say he looked like a cross between Bernard Hill - the guy who had played the captain in the film Titanic - and Sir Sean Connery. Others thought he even looked just a bit like pre-plastic-surgery Kenny Rogers.

Channing stood six feet, two inches tall and was still a solid, beefy but muscular, 250 pounds. His thinning shock of snow white hair and neat white beard gave him a distinguished look that went well with his solid jaw line and serious manner. Those men who had the distinct pleasure found that he had a sexy dusting of salt-and-pepper fur across his broad chest, and surprisingly to some, a pierced left nipple. Lower, there was a very nice six inch uncut cock that regrettably hadn't had any attention in far too long, absorbed as he had been with the case.

What the Canadian didn't know was that Channing was footing the bill for this trip himself. Hell, he thought, if a successful lawman couldn't spend some of his own savings on pursuing a case he cared so much about - even if it did mean going halfway around the globe - then what damn good was he anyway?

And, his superiors had at least given him the time off, along with their begrudging and very un-official approval, for his quest to personally go after Spokes. They knew, after all, that Channing was one of the most brilliant detectives in Australia, and Spokes was by far one of its most cunning modern criminals. What Channing had not bothered to explain to the Canadian border agent was that his reasons for pursing Spokes so persistently were very personal.

After all, among other notable reasons, Spokes' last victim had been Channing's own young cousin. It was true that Spokes' had never killed a victim - at least not yet - but he certainly left emotional scars that would be hard for them to ever overcome, though. Channing just wished, as the train rolled swiftly southward, that he had even the slightest fucking clue as to where to go next in his pursuit of the notorious gay serial rapist and corporate embezzler, Brent Spokes.

On Saturday evening, December 31, the weather turned out to be a good bit milder in Pleasant View. The temperatures were still nearly around 40 degrees, in fact, by the time guests began arriving for Miz Vivian's big New Year's Eve Gala.

Brad and Jack were in the foyer with Barney Finkster and Miz Vivian when she opened the big double doors at 7:00. Jack, who was never thrilled with having to get overly dressed-up, was greatly relieved that Miz Vivian had decided to decree that this event would be business casual attire only. Brad still thought Jack looked as handsome as always in his khakis and teal button-up shirt.

The first people through the doors turned out to be Bubba and James. Everyone greeted each other warmly. Barney then gave Miz Vivian a conspiratorial glance and turned to where Bubba was slapping Jack on the back as they both laughed over some little joke Bubba had just made.

"Mmm-mmmmmm, Miz Vivian! LORDY!" Barney rasped like an excited schoolgirl. "Have you EVER seen two such big gorgeous beefy hunks of man-flesh in all your LIFE, girl???"

As Bubba and Jack both turned self-consciously beet red, and Brad and James roared with laughter, Miz Vivian played along. "No, Barney that I have not. Brad and James are sure two very lucky boys to have these two. And I do mean to HAVE them!"

"Oh, Lord!" Jack groaned, still blushing crimson.

"Aww, hell," Miz Vivian laughed, "I'm just messin' with y'all, you know that!"

Bubba laughed and Brad then motioned the way down the hall to the refreshment buffet that was set up in the big family room. "We'll all be heading upstairs around 8:00, for now we're keeping the party down here," Brad explained with a smile.

It seemed as though everyone who was anyone in Pleasant View (and many who weren't!) showed up over the next hour. Everyone streamed up the huge curving staircase to the spacious gallery-style hallway on the second floor, where Barney had set up still more refreshments and which he had adorned with many beautiful decorations for the occasion.

They then proceeded on up to the ballroom that occupied the whole third floor of the huge old antebellum mansion. Meanwhile on the first floor, there was such a crowd assembled that Brad actually ushered some of them outside to go up to the third floor via the graceful double wrought-iron outside staircases that led down to the summer gardens from the second and third floors of the mansion.

"Lord, just a few more people and I know we'd be over code," Jack commented.

"Yes, the ballroom is certified for occupancy of 300, and we've admitted 287!" Brad replied having calculated the number of tickets sold for the charity Gala.

The jazz band that had played at Miz Vivian's last big function was back, and by five after eight everyone was dancing and having a great time up in the ballroom. People also circulated up and down the stairs, as Barney had wisely set up refreshment stations on all three floors. Velvet ropes cordoned off the portions of the mansion through which Miz Vivian did not want the Gala guests to traipse.

Brad and Jack stood at the second-floor landing between the first and third floor staircases, getting a bit of air at around 8:30. Miz Vivian descended the staircase from the direction of the ballroom, a big grin on her face. "Oh, boys! I know we're going to turn a big profit tonight, between the admission and the silent auction. We're bound to raise a heap of money for all of the charities. What a fantastic way to start 2012!"

"Well, we couldn't have done it without Barney. He managed to get all this decorating done, plus the catering, at a fraction of what anyone else would have, even if they knew they were doing it for a charity event," Brad commented.

"That's for sure," Miz Vivian agreed, "He's just a treasure!"

"You know, I really do wish he could find himself a good man," Jack said with a grin. "I know he's as queeny as the day is long, but there are a lot of great guys who do go for that type."

"Hey now, don't be getting any ideas!" Brad teased.

Jack laughed, and rolled his eyes, "You have nothing to worry about, darlin'."

Along with Miz Vivian, they soon returned upstairs to the party. They all danced and had a fine time over the next couple of hours. Before everyone knew it, Miz Vivian was at the mic, up on the slightly raised bandstand platform near the huge fireplace at one end of the ballroom.

"Now y'all, get ready, I'm gonna count 'er down here in just a few seconds!" She said with a big smile. Tonight was one of those happy, festive occasions when Miz Vivian's youthful personality gave no hint of her 67 years of age. She then announced the figure they estimated the event had raised for charity, and everyone cheered loudly. "Thank you all, so much! And now, listen up, because HERE WE GO!" Miz Vivian exclaimed.

"Ten, nine, eight...” Miz Vivian drawled, bouncing like a schoolgirl between each second she called off.

"...One...HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!" Miz Vivian concluded. The jazz ensemble launched into "Auld Lang Syne" as everyone cheered and the couples all started to embrace and kiss.

"Happy New Year Bradley, I love you so," Jack said softly, as he pulled Brad close.

"I love you too, big guy. Happy New Year!" Brad replied, and then they shared a deep, long kiss.

"Woo-hoo, look at y'all!" Barney said as he floated past, blowing a noise-maker.

Brad and Jack laughed as they broke their kiss, and looked around at the many other happy revelers filling the ballroom. Soon Brad noticed something funny. There went Bubba and James up onto the bandstand. Eric and Justin soon followed them. Finally Barney Finkster joined Miz Vivian at the mic as well.

"What are all them doing up there with Miz Viv?" Brad asked Jack, puzzling over why their belovedly-queeny old neighbor Barney, and the two couples who were their four best friends, would all be up at the mic just then with Miz Vivian.

"You'll see, babe," Jack said with a big grin.

Miz Vivian gave everyone several more moments to smooch, blow noise-makers, make toasts, and generally have fun ringing in the start of 2012. The band finally wound down "Auld Lang Syne."

"Your attention, please, ladies and gentleman!" Miz Vivian then drawled into the mic, and the ballroom began to get quiet. "Come on up here, Brad and Jack," she then requested.

Puzzled, Brad followed Jack up onto the short stage. "I believe you can take it from here, big guy," Miz Vivian said with a grin to Jack, giving him a pat on the back as she took a step back to join the others. There, with six of their closest friends standing behind them on the little stage, and what seemed like half of the town looking on in front of them in the ballroom, Jack took Brad's hand in his. Jack took the mic off the stand, and looked into Brad's eyes as he began to speak into it.

"Bradley Carson, you know that I love you with all my heart and soul. For nearly six months now, you have made me the happiest man alive, especially since we started sharing a home together. I want to spend the rest of my life with you," Jack said very tenderly. He paused, and then got down on one knee, still holding the mic. "I know that even though it is 2012 now, marriage for us is STILL not legal here - YET!" Jack then continued, with a few in the crowd briefly cheering the way he defiantly had said, "YET!"

Jack was gazing up at Brad, who was starting to cry tears of happiness by now, having figured out what was coming. Jack went on, "But, Bradley Jason Carson, would you please agree to plan to give me the honor of sharing a commitment ceremony with me to publicly acknowledge the love we share, and to commit ourselves to one another, forever?"

"Yes, Jack. OH, Yes!" Brad replied happily, tears of joy running down his cheeks. The room erupted into cheers, as Jack stood, and he and Brad hugged and kissed deeply there on stage. A tear of happiness ran down each of Jack's cheeks now as well.

"Oh my Gawd, this is so dayumm romantic!" Barney rasped, shedding tears of his own, as was Miz Vivian, as they looked on.

Justin and Eric kissed briefly too, remembering their own commitment ceremony, which they had shared back in Rosemont a few years before. Bubba and James gazed into each other's eyes, wondering what the future held in store for them, as well.

Miz Vivian returned to the mic, as Brad and Jack finally broke their long kiss and grinned, looking around as if just remembering where they were. One of the waiters Barney had hired to help with the refreshments appeared with a bottle of Miz Vivian's own best champagne and several glasses on a tray. Everyone on stage took a glass, and Miz Vivian herself poured. The crowd, many of who already had drinks of their own from the various refreshment stations, all looked on in anticipation.

"I know you will all join me in this toast," Miz Vivian said, raising her glass with a radiant smile. "To Brad and Jack, and the love they will continue to share, forever!" Everyone joined in the toast, and then applauded again long and loud. In a few moments, the band resumed playing, and everyone returned to dancing, as the party was scheduled to last another hour.

"Congratulations, guys, we're so happy for you," Bubba's deep voice rumbled, as he and James both hugged and shook hands with Brad and Jack.

"Yes, I know you are going to be just as happy as Eric and I have been, and anything you need to make your Commitment Ceremony just as special as ours a few years ago was, just ask, buddy," Justin said, slapping Jack on the back. They all hugged as well.

"I can't even think about that yet, I'm so damn happy!" Brad exclaimed, as everyone laughed.

Many couples were already dancing, and a song was just ending. There was one more thing that Jack had pre-arranged with Miz Vivian and the band, and it was time for that now. He had remembered the old song that had been playing on his bedside CD player at the start of the night when Brad had ended up first asking Jack to really make love to him, after they had gotten back from riding the dinner train the previous summer.

Miz Vivian took the mic once again. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, for our next dance I would ask that we let the newly-engaged couple have the middle of the dance floor." She turned to the band then and said with a smile, "Boys, take it away!"

The band immediately launched into an instrumental version of Bing Crosby's "I'll Be Seeing You."

Everyone else danced around them, but looked on, as Jack and Brad slow danced there in the center of the floor, beneath the muted light from the enormous dimmed chandelier in the middle of Miz Vivian's opulent ballroom.

"I love you so much," Brad said, as Jack held him close.

"And I love you too, baby!" Jack purred.

By the time forty-five more minutes had gone by it was after 1:00 am, and the party was winding down. Many more people, including Chief Morganfield, had offered their congratulations to Brad and Jack by the time they had descended the staircases to the first floor of the beautiful old mansion. Jack also thanked the Chief for allowing Justin to have the night off. Normally, it seemed like that if Jack was off on New Year’s Eve, Justin had to work it, or vice-versa and Jack had been a little puzzled earlier as to how they both managed to get it off - now he knew.

"You just enjoy the rest of your weekend, and I'll see you on Monday morning," the Chief said with a smile as he left.

"Goodnight, y'all," Miz Vivian said, hugging them both tightly as she reached the bottom of the big staircase. "I'm so dayumm happy for you both tonight! And just wait 'til we start planning the ceremony!"

"Oh yes, I have sooo many ideas!" Barney rasped excitedly, having joined them, as they all could see the decorator-wheels turning in his head.

Jack chuckled, "We'll get to all that soon enough, but thank you both, so much."

"Mmmm-hmm, these two just want to get on home for some ENGAGEMENT SEX!" Barney exclaimed, causing both Brad and Jack to blush, and Miz Vivian to cackle.

"And make as much noise as you want to, boys, I'll put in my earplugs when I go to sleep tonight!" Barney quipped. Brad and Jack knew he couldn't hear them inside their house from his house anyway, but they also knew that he was making a teasing reference to the times back in the summer when they had sex outside by the pool and he had really heard them.

They finally said goodnight and left, walking hand in hand through the chilly moonlight down the sidewalk through Miz Vivian's front lawn, and then across Crabapple Street to their own house. Alejandro greeted them enthusiastically at the front door, as if he knew something big was up. Brad quickly took him outside for a walk, and then they came back in. Jack was sitting on one of the kitchen stools, grinning at Brad when he came back inside. As Alejandro scampered away to his little nest, Brad walked over and slipped into Jack's arms, kissing him deeply.

"I can't believe you did all that tonight, Jack. That was the nicest and most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me in my life," Brad said sincerely.

"Well, I'm just glad you said 'yes'," Jack replied, grinning back. "You have made me the happiest man alive already, but knowing that you are willing to go through with a public commitment of our love has made me even happier."

They kissed again. "Now, wait right here, there's one more surprise tonight!" Jack said mischievously. Brad smiled, and sat down on the stool Jack got up from, as Jack disappeared down the hall. Several moments later Jack called, "OK, come on back, baby."

As Brad had already guessed, when he walked through the door to their room, he was delighted to see that Jack had recreated that first night they had made love the previous summer. Candlelight was glowing, and there laid Jack bare-chested beneath the covers, propped up on the pillows. Bing began to sing "I'll Be Seeing You" once again as Brad walked through the door, shedding his clothes quickly as he crossed to the bed.

He slid beneath the covers with Jack, their naked bodies soon touching, as they kissed tenderly.

"I love you," Jack said softly, tenderly, gazing down into Brad's eyes, as he had now gotten up on top of him, the warmth and weight of his body feeling wonderful. Brad wrapped his legs around Jack's and enjoyed the sensation of their hard cocks, tummies, and furry chests pressing together tightly. Their arms went around one another, and they rolled there beneath the covers.

"I love you too, so much," Brad said, as they now lay on their sides, still wrapped around one another naked.

For the next half hour, they tenderly explored one another, making love slowly, tenderly, and sweetly. They kissed, jacked, sucked, licked, and just enjoyed one another every way possible. They eventually ended up with Brad on his back and Jack entering him, making love to him slowly and tenderly just as he had the very first time. Heated passion and raw mansex soon made their natural way into the guys' lovemaking, however. Jack thrust faster and deeper.

"Oh yes, make love to me Jack! - UH! - That's it, fuck me - AH-Uh! - so good baby," Brad groaned and purred.

"Mmm yeah, I love - UH! - makin' love to - AH-UH! - That sweet - Uh! - Tight ass of yours, Bradley," Jack said as he picked up the pace even more.

Soon they switched places, and Brad was riding on Jack's throbbing fat cock fast and hard.

"Oh, GOD!" Jack groaned.

"Uh! Oh, Jack!!!" Brad gasped, as he impaled himself over and over again.

"Uh! YES! That's it!!! - AH-UH! - Ride my fuckin' cock baby!" Jack gasped in pure pleasure.

Brad got off Jack then, quickly rolling to his back and raising his legs once more. "Fuck me, Jack!" He demanded urgently.

Jack did as ask, and was soon plowing Brad full throttle, fast and hard, as they both sweated, moaned, and groaned. Jack thrilled at the sensations as again his big cock head found and pounded Brad's button over and over.

"UH! FUCK!!! CUM FOR ME - UH! - BRADLEY," Jack encouraged, pounding him so hard now and gazing lovingly down into his eyes.

"UH! Oh, JACK! UH! I LOVE YOU!!!" Brad moaned, getting so close.

"I - UH! - Love you too - AH-UH! - BRADLEY! CUM FOR ME, BABY!!! - UH! SHOOT THAT FUCKIN' - AH-UH! - LOAD, BABY!!! “Jack grunted and yelled, his own balls churning now with impending release.

This impassioned plea from his lover drove Brad totally over the edge, and eight or nine huge, hot jets of cum shot from his thick, throbbing dick up between them, splattering Jack's furry chest, and dripping back down on to Brad as Jack continued his full-throttle fucking.

"OH GOD!!! UH!! YES!!! OH BRADLEY!!! AH-UH!!! FUCK!!! I'M CUMMING!!!" Jack groaned and yelled, and then proceeded to fill Brad's ass full of a truly monumental load of his hot spunk, trembling and moaning over and over as he did so.

They held each other tenderly after, kissing sweetly. They then took a shower together, washing each other lovingly, dried off, and returned to bed, falling asleep naked and so completely content in one another's arms.