Makarovia? Where The Hell Is That? Freshman Year - 16. Chapter 16

I was being pulled by Peter toward our room. “Is there a sale or something?”

Peter looked back at me grinning. “Is it hard to understand I want to make love?”

“Not at all, but we’re together every night, we make love every night, morning and a few times in the afternoon!” I chuckled. “I’m willing any time you want. Why the hurry?”

Peter looked and didn’t see anyone and brought my hand to his crotch to feel he was aroused. “Because I’m…” he switched to English, “horny?” Then he switched back to Makarovian. “I am so often with you.”

The result was I was getting an erection touching him. “Well, let’s not waste time!” I was now pulling him to our room.

Peter laughed as he moved quicker.

As you’ve heard me before, sex was always good with us. Occasionally, it was mind-blowing. Tonight, was one of those that was mind-blowing. Getting through the door Peter was quickly moving me back toward our bed as he pulled my shirt up and pushed it off. The whole time his lips were pressed against mine in a consuming, hungry kiss. That man could kiss!!

“I want you.” Peter managed to get out as I pulled on his belt.

“Now, we have a problem.” I chuckled, “because I want you.” I continued the kiss. “I’ll be generous, you go first…” I said as he kicked his shoes off and peeled his pants and underwear off in one motion. “After this…” I shoved him back on the bed and dove in, having done it so many times, I didn’t have a struggle taking him in my mouth in one shot and he almost yelled! He clutched my hair on both sides of my head pulling me even closer, which wouldn’t seem possible. He drove his hips up to make me get more of him. I worked on him a little, but then he pushed me off and gave me the same that I had given him, he made love to me, I made love to him and we started over again. It was only after he was gripping the sheets for one last explosion, I felt him cum again for the last time on our stomachs…last time for a few hours, at least. I was sweating and breathing hard I lowered myself over my head coming down next to his as he wrapped his arms around me as he tried to regulate his breathing.

“I think…I saw…stars.” Peter managed in pants. “That was…so good.”

“It’s always…good between…us.” I grinned as I stretched out beside him. “I did, too,” I said kissing him gently. “I love you, Peter.”

Peter pulled me again closer, but not as hard. “I love you, Eric.” He brought my head to his lips as he pressed them to my forehead. “Don’t…misunderstand what…I will…say.” He began smooth out his words as he got a handle on his breathing. “I didn’t just want sex.”

I looked surprised. “I know that.”

He chuckled. “It was sex,” he stated the obvious, “but…not just because I wanted sex.”

“You wanted sex…with me.” I nodded smiling. “There’s nothing wrong with just wanting sex for sex alone,” I admitted. “It’s nicer when it’s with someone you love. Who would be more willing to agree to sex than someone that loves you and you love?” I grinned at him. “There’s nothing wrong with just wanting to have sex. It’s what humans do. We chose to do it with each other. Willingly! Gladly!! Sex is everything! What other activity brings two separate individuals and connects them with no others on the planet?”

Peter smiled. “People do it all the time with people they don’t love or even know. I just want you to know, it’s never that way with you.”

“I know that.” I smiled. “Sex is more than just a biological function to keep the species going. It became something much more…there would be no biological advantage with us, we can’t produce offspring this way, but it connects us. I like being connected to just you and no one else.” I grinned even more. “However, when I see you with your clothes off.” I whistled lightly. “You’re beautiful…and when you bend over…I get very stimulated when you do that. I love having sex with you.” My eyebrows danced when I said that.

Peter’s naturally pale complexion hid nothing as he began to pink up. “I’m glad you like what you see.” He kissed me. “I like it when you do, too. I think of you as more than just my…means to have sex. There are times…even when we’re out, you do something or move a certain way and all I want to do is come over and touch you and go further, but we can’t because we’re in a place where others wouldn’t necessarily appreciate that.”

I was puzzled by what he was telling me. “Why are you telling me this, Peter?”

Peter smiled. “Well…before…I did have sex with two people and that’s just what it was…just sex. I liked them, but…I value you. I love you. I know the difference and I want you to know that.”

“As you know I did, too. I said it before. You want to have sex…with me.” I said. “I love to have sex with you. A lot! There’s always love involved with us. The next time you do feel that way.” I shrugged. “Let me know and we’ll go find somewhere you can! I love it when we do…so long as I get the same consideration.” I kissed him gently. “I never feel I’m taken for granted. I hope you don’t either.”

“Never.” He kissing back. “Anytime, anywhere.” Peter chuckled moving so we were wrapped in each other’s’ arms even more.

Even a great afterglow will fade. Before we went to sleep I asked a question that occurred to me. “This upcoming proposal…” I began, “is going to make me…what?”

Peter looked at me. “Well, you are the intended. You tell the people you will serve them, they tell you…”

I nodded. “I got that part, babe, but the ring and…I’ll not become a member of the family until we marry. Why this ceremony?”

Peter nodded. “Oh. Well, a century or so ago, my great great…whatever grandfather fell in love with a princess. Only her father refused to give them his blessing for the marriage. It wasn’t politically advantageous for the marriage to happen. After a few months badgering him. He only would agree if all Makarovia supported the marriage and she could prove it was love…not for just my grandfather, but Makarovia. So, a year before they married, she started this ceremony where she basically married the country and showed for the next year what she could do.”

“Oh,” I said. “Is there something specific I have to do?”

Peter grinned. “You’re doing that already, but it became a tradition.” He shrugged. He looked in my worried eyes. “The ring is symbolic. You have the authority of the throne to make changes. No one will doubt your authority.” He looked doubtful a moment. “Is that a problem?”

I looked at him and gave a grudging nod. “Not a problem, but…it just seems more…real.”

Peter looked a little surprised. “We are really getting married, right?”

“No,” I rolled my eyes, “all this was to get in your pants,” I muttered sarcastically.

He chuckled. “I don’t have on any pants to get into!” He raised the sheets. “Neither do you.”

“We just made love a few times.” I grinned. “I’m not ready for another round yet.”

Peter rolled over pulling the covers over us more. “Good. Neither am I.” He nuzzled down more next to me. “We better get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be another busy day.”

I’ve said it before, so you know I hate shopping. Being sized and measured and all that was even more annoying for me. Jori was French, a little heavy for a man I was guessing was in his late forties. Bald. He had an eye for fashion! It was kind of amusing to hear Makarovian with a French accent. I saw fabrics and all styles of suits shown to me in pictures, which I politely looked at with the amused eye of Queen Alla as she watched us. Peter was getting sized as well for his suit but seemed to accept it better than I did.

“This just shows you how much I love you, Peter,” I said holding my irritation in check as Jori was measuring my shoulder width again and jotted the number on a pad he brought; irritation from the fact that the measurement didn’t change. It’s great to make sure it’s right, but again!?

Peter grinned back. “This is payback.”

“For what!?” I demanded.

“Walmart, Abercrombie and Fitch…Hot Topic!” He said reminding me of the stores I took him to when we first met. “And this isn’t for me, but Makarovia.”

I grunted. “I know,” I said not quite sad, but this wasn’t what I did. “I’m going to be on the web page for Makarovia, I better have a nice suit. I got that.”

Queen Alla chuckled. “There is also the Proposal suit and the wedding suit.” She pointed out.

“What’s wrong with this one I'm getting made?” I pointed at Jori and his writing again.

Even Jori looked at me surprised. “The same suit for all three events!? No, Monsieur, I won’t have that.” He said emphatically. “You represent Makarovia, but you represent ME! Both of you, new suits!”

“I’m just not…used to this,” I admitted and tried not to whine.

Jori nodded. “My Franc is the same way. He never likes being measured or trying on suits.” He smiled. “It will help Makarovia and I get known for being the designer and tailor for the royal family. It’s all good! I have a reputation to keep!”

“Of course, you do, Jori!” Queen Alla nodded at the tailor smiling.

I had cleared the dinner plans with Olek and Queen Alla and we were assembled before eight, meeting in what a room I understood was just for that reason, to entertain guests before dinner. It was nice with a huge fireplace which we didn’t need now, carpeted and had some nice furnishings. Comfortable chairs and couch to sit on and have good long conversations. Like with most rooms here, it was not huge to keep what heat was made in the room contained. We were all dressed, but not formally.

I smiled as a woman waved the three guests in the room with us. General David Burke, a woman that was pretty in his early forties with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Like David, she had a few pounds more than she needed, but not fat. Edmond Hammond was with them. Both the Generals had on dress uniforms. Mrs. Burke had on a nice dress but was more caught up with the palace.

“Oh, my.” The woman said looking around the grand room.

“Hello, Gentlemen…” I said coming toward them with my hand extended, “and Lady.”

General Burke nodded with a smile and pushed his wife gently toward me. “This is my wife…Helen.” He turned to his wife. “This is Prince Eric…” he smiled at me, “or will be soon.”

The Generals had met Olek, but not Queen Alla. I introduced all of them to her.

“This is just so…surprising!” Helen said. “From the outside…it just…” She hesitated to say what she thought.

Olek chuckled. “It’s okay to say it. It looks like a fortress.”

“A very tall fortress, but this…is surprising!” Helen waved her arms at all what she saw. “This is a palace. It’s beautiful!” She smiled at us. “When David told me we were having dinner with royalty!” Helen said in amazement. “Suddenly, I realized…I had nothing to wear!” She motioned to her nice, but a simple blue dress.

Queen Alla chuckled shaking her head. “Nonsense.” She said in accented English and took Helen by the arm. “You look great! This was unplanned and you just got here.” She waved at her pretty, but no frills coral colored dress. “This is nothing fancy.”

I smiled at the way Queen Alla put Helen at ease.

Olek came closer to the Generals. “And you two.” He said. “It’s not cold, so…” He motioned toward them, “off with the coats. We should all be comfortable.”

David and Edmond smiled at each other and shrugged, then took their coats off.

Then it was just friends that came for dinner. Olek and the Generals just talked as Olek offered them drinks! Olek was serving them! I got the feeling Edmond was not ready for that. Would the king of England serve them drinks?

I was pleased that these two men and Helen began to feel much more comfortable seeing Olek and Queen Alla as people rather than their titles. For the next three hours, we discussed everything. It was General Burke who brought up the subject of the greenhouse/terrace farms and it was General Burke that offered his personnel to assist constructing them. General Hammond agreed to have his people help as well. We did talk about other things including the program with the waste…as I said…Makarovia had limited means to handle it, but Olek assured both that both countries’ military presence was needed and Makarovia would take care of it…with their help to maintain how it was gathered for processing. They talked about other things the personnel could do while here. They talked about free access to all of Makarovia to the men and women there from the other countries. Then it became conversations about…everything, but what they were doing in Makarovia. David and Helen had two teenage boys here and the oldest daughter back in the United States in college. Edmond and his wife had a daughter who had three children! Soon the guys were talking about their lives and it was three friends now.

Queen Alla at dinner looked up at them. “In two weeks, Peter is going to do a formal proposal to Eric before selected people from Makarovia. It will be a ceremony. You are certainly invited.”

Edmond smiled and nodded. “That would be wonderful. Eloise will be here by then.” He said mentioning his wife.

I looked up at David remembering his words where he expressed he didn’t like gays…which neither Peter or I told Olek or Queen Alla about…I wondered how he responded.

David looked up at me and Peter. “How would you two feel about our coming? About me coming?” He asked quietly.

Olek looked puzzled at me and Peter and then to the General. “Did something happen?”

David nodded. “Bad behavior on my part.” He admitted.

Helen groaned. “Oh, David…what did you do?” His wife asked, but her look and tone told us she knew what it was.

“I didn’t like it when they came to our office yesterday and they held hands...” David confessed and shrugged helplessly. “It was the old me coming out…it was what you said, Helen. I just have to get used to it.”

Helen sat back with a sigh and disgusted look to her husband.

I smiled at David’s discomfort. “Don’t be too hard on him, Mrs. Burke. He admitted it and I admitted I didn’t like what he did with you. He’s really trying.”

David chuckled. “I think we got things are better between us…at least I hope so.” He said hopefully. “I’d love to be there if you want us to be.”

Peter smiled. “We’ll be kissing then.” He pointed out, taking my hand. “How do you feel about seeing that?”

David ducked his head a little. “A kiss is not a bad thing.”

“So, what is this proposal?” Helen asked.

Queen Alla explained what it would mean…how basically I was engaged to all of Makarovia.

“So, he’s proposing to you,” he pointed at Peter, “but you’re engaging all of Makarovia.”

Peter nodded. “I am and he will be. That’s why there’s my kissing Eric.” He said jutting his head toward me.

David was embarrassed now. “I think I’ll be just fine.” He waved helplessly. “I apologize to you in front of everyone. Those were stupid words from a stupid man. I admit it.”

I smiled. “You’re not stupid at all, General.”

“David.” He reminded me.

“David.” I nodded as I corrected. “I’d love it if you came,” I said. “Oh, but I guess I won’t be engaging you, though. I’m marrying all of Makarovia. Can I still get a kiss?” I teased the general.

Now David was smiling, but really embarrassed. “Okay, but no tongues!” He chuckled causing everyone to laugh.

Yes, I liked him now.

It was as we were about to part for the evening and they were going to back to Skoal when David walked up to me in front of Peter, Olek and Queen Alla.

“Again,” David said smiling. “I apologize. I wish to be friends and I hope there are no hard feelings.” Then I saw a twinkle in his eyes. “Since you asked me for one.” He leaned in pressing his lips to mine. It was a chaste kiss, but not a bad kiss. Then he smiled at me. “We’ll see you soon?”

I grinned patting him on the chest. “You will. We are friends, David.”

David winked at me and took his laughing wife and General Hammond to the elevator.

Turning I saw Olek grinning and Queen Alla holding her hand to her mouth hiding her laugh. Then I saw Peter’s eyes wider and just…staring. “He’s trying and he’s coming around, Peter. You’ve nothing to worry about. You do much better than he does.” I said happily kissing Peter.