"Carla, that was an AMAZING meal." Chet and Roger had come over to dinner after they, davey and Richard had played the game that is always played when four gay men are planning an event. Richard wanted them to come over before Mike and Paul headed off to France, and before things got so busy at the "new" Garbure (that's what he was calling it: he didn't have a name yet), and then with Roger's odd work schedule, and faculty meetings for Chet... Now, a week and a half before the kids went to France, they were sitting down to a dinner of lamb navarin, a French stew that Carla and Richard were considering making a semi regular item on the menu at the new restaurant. "Oh, thank you. I don't make this much, but we're looking at it for the new place. "
"It's a hit" added Roger. "And I smell apples. "Tarte tatin?" Carla smiled. "Close, but not on the point. It's tatin, but I made it with pears. " She got up to get the dessert, and when she served it, Richard saw that he got the smallest slice of all.
"Nothing's going to change" he thought, and then she smiled. "There are enough of us here that I made two. There's a second one coming Richard. " She paused and smiled. "I know it's one of Paul's favorites, and I wanted him to remember mine when he and Mike are in Paris."
Everyone was at the table that night except for Jason and Sarah. Sarah's pregnancy was presenting some issues, so she had been confined to bed. Jason had begged off dinner so he could be with her.
After dessert as she picked up the plates, Roger got up to help her. As they were at the sink, he looked at her left hand and saw a tiny tattoo of a blue, eight pointed star.
"You're a wiccan," he said. She smiled. "How did you know?" He showed her his hand. He, too , had the same mark. "I did not expect this. You must be shielding," Carla said, and Roger smiled. "somewhat. You need to know where each other are, and where there's danger. You weren't shielding. That's how I know." She smiled back. "There's never been any need for me to shield around these lovely folks, so I don't. I find it exhausting too. Takes away from the other magic. " "I agree, Carla, it's just that coming into a new place, where we know no one." "Oh, no, Roger, it's a good plan for you. We should meet - maybe shopping together sometime or something, I'll let you know who's one of us, and who's to be avoided."
"I like that idea. Maybe I can persuade you to come into one of our stores." "Discount?" Carla laughed.
Carla had other things on her mind as well. She had expected the double implant to happen. The night it did, she saw a very rare configuration of the planets : Venus and Mercury were very close together - almost too close - and it was just for that night. That's when she knew. She just didn't want to tell anyone because, well, while the planets were never wrong, she could have misinterpreted the signal, and she didn't want to start anyone down the wrong path. Now she knew she had been correct, so she had done tarot to see about genders.
She read the cards three times. Each time, they came up as two girls. It was a challenge to her. In conversations with davey, he had said that now that he knew that he'd be the father of twins, he told her that their names would be Harris and Melissa, the names he had chosen when he thought he'd be father to one.
"Well, what if their both the same gender, davey?" He paused for a minute. "Oh, then it would be Harris, and probably Ralph." Then he stopped. She had prodded "davey, what if they're both girls?"
"Oh, they won't be. I don't know if I can handle two girls."
Well, he was going to have to . And she was going to have to work some magic to make him more comfortable with the female energy that would be in the house soon - female energy she was starving for.
Carla wasn't a soul stealer, but she did need to be around women to restore her balance. The house was filled with men, and when Sarah visited, she had gotten SOME energy back. Now with Sarah confined to bed, she felt, well, drained a lot of the time. She would sneak out every now and then to a women's wicca meeting and get her energy, but she was really urging Richard to look at as many women as possible as
working in the new restaurant. She felt it would enhance her cooking.
After dinner as davey and Richard got ready for bed, and as Richard was opening his shirt, davey came over. "Let me do that for you Ralph," he smiled, and Richard laughed. "You're really going to use that nickname aren't you?" Davey smiled. "It suits you Sir." As he got enough buttons opened , he rubbed his cheek against Harris' chest. "You really ARE like a big, cuddly dog"
"Well, you know, davey, sheepdogs ARE loyal, and they're very smart. But they're also very protective - maybe too protective - and very possessive." Davey smiled, and purred. "I can live with you being possessive of your lambs Sir. And protective," as he slipped into Harris' arms.
"Well, the other thing, davey, is that sheepdogs are very docile. No one has ever said "He fucks like a sheepdog."
"Hmmm. Fair point Sir. I have an idea. Ralph when I want a sheepdog, and Lobo when I want a wolf." Harris started laughing. He played with davey's hair. "You're such a clever monkey tonight. So, what do you want , a sheepdog, or a wolf?" Davey reached up and kissed him. "Can I have a sheepdog tonight, and a wolf tomorrow?" He grinned "I miss Jason being here, but the library is empty Sir, and we haven't been in the side room in a long, LONG time." Harris smiled as they slid into bed, davey lying contentedly on Harris' chest. "You're right. You're absolutely right. Let's hope the boys haven't found it, " as he wrapped his arms around davey and they fell asleep,
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More class for davey and Chet the next day, as their "time on the cross" as Chet referred to it, was coming to an end. Susie's battery just did not seem to want to wind down, and she went on, and on, and on.
Davey had a bit of a plan that day: he knew that Richard couldn't keep his nose out of things, so he would be at the new restaurant, probably doing demolition. He smiled, because the thought of seeing Richard smashing things with a hammer, his arms flexing, his face all sweaty, was making him horny in class. He was wearing white shorts, so the hard on was evident, if you looked. Now, he just had to figure out a way to keep it hidden when he stood up. "DOWN BOY DOWN" he was mentally whispering to his cock. He remembered a trick he had read "Imagine someone you can't stand, naked." There was Susie, right in front of him. He closed his eyes and he got a naked everready bunny. He laughed, and couldn't suppress it. The class looked at him and davey blushed. "Oh, davey, I'm glad you got the joke," Susie smiled. In fact, NO ONE got ANY of Susie's jokes. 'please don't let her call on me to explain it, please..." "Now no one else got it, so why don't you tell us." "SHIT" he thought, but he remembered how his husband handled situations like this. "Susie, I don't think anyone tells a joke quite the way you do, and I'm sure I won't tell it as well as you would, so could I defer?" She smiled even broader. Chet leaned over and whispered "ass kisser."
Richard had, indeed, gone to Garbure after everyone had left. He checked the library room first and smiled. Yup, the kids had found it. It wasn't a disaster, but there were toys left out, drawers left open, furniture moved out of place. "Ok, we'll have a brief chat about that tonight," he thought, and smiled more. He was glad that the room was being used when he and davey wasn't using it, he just wished that... oh, what the hell, they were youngsters. Carla had to remind them to pick up their underwear - they were going to clean a playroom?
He got to Garbure. there was no air conditioning, and the place was dusty, so he stripped down to his bare chest, and got to work. It didn't take long to work up a sweat, and he continued to sweat. The water hadn't been turned off , so he was able to drink and to splash it over himself as he worked. His back was turned when davey drove up after class. He saw Richard through the glass, even though Richard didn't see him. Davey was mesmerized. He moved to the side, so his husband couldn't see him. Watching Richard do manual labor, and sweat, naked from the waist up, was getting him more and more aroused. "I hope the library room is usable," he said to himself.
"Hey, what's going on in there? Any idea?" A woman passed by "Oh, hi, yes, that's my husband in there. He's the new owner of the place, and , well.." She shook her head. "Yes. Husbands are like that. I just hope he's more careful about these things than mine is. He insisted he could repair something in our kitchen, and fifteen minutes later we had to turn off the gas because , well, as he put it "oops." Davey laughed. "I think he's just destroying stuff today. It's good. He's got a lot of pent up energy he's got to get out. Better here than in our house." "I'm Carol by the way. Nice to meet you. It'll be good to have a fresh place to eat at." "NIce to meet you. I'm Davey. My husband is Richard. " "So, what kind of restaurant, if I may?" "I wish I could tell you, Carol, but I don't really know. Richard used to own Sasha's and he wanted a change from that situation. He and the chef discuss menus, and I get to benefit, because I try them all." "SASHA'S. Oh, my husband and I love that place. Richard... OF COURSE. He talked us out of a 200 dollar bottle of wine once and sold us a 75.00 one instead. " She reached into her purse. "If you wouldn't mind.. please let him have this card. He may remember me. I'd love to know when the grand opening happens." The card said "Carol Walmer Food Critic." Davey was talking to the woman who wrote the restaurant reviews for the local paper. Since he didn't read them, he didn't know. As she went off, Davey went back to watching Richard in the restaurant. He saw how his chest hairs were matting on his body, how his hair was wet and slicked to his head, and for the second time that day, he threw a woody.
"I better get out of here. If I knock on the door, I'm going to attack him and insist on him fucking me on the counter top. Let me get home. Yeah... I know what I want.."
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When he got home, Carla had finished her shopping and was humming to herself in the kitchen. Davey recognized the song: it was "The Dutchman, " and Carla had taught it to him. So he came into the kitchen kissed her cheek , and started singing the last line, but he changed it The original was "Long ago I used to be a young man, and dear Margaret remembers that for me." He changed Margaret to Carla, and she blushed. "OH davey, you're still a young man. Class as boring as ever?" "Worse. But I went and peeked into the restaurant. Richard's acting like Conan the Barbarian." She smiled. "How nice for you," and davey blushed and laughed at the same time. "Davey, I know you like to shower when you come back from class. Why don't you take care of that and then come out and we'll chat just a bit. I've been meaning to tell you something and I just have been afraid to." "Well, Sure. I hope everything is ok" "Oh davey, everything is MORE than ok. I just hope you're not disappointed with what I need to tell you."
Davey wanted to dress preppy, because he knew how much Harris liked him in a buttondown and khakis. Lately, he had done some shopping himself, and he put on a light peach colored shirt and some olive khakis, before he went back to Carla. "Is this a good time, Carla?" She looked at him. "Oh, davey, he's gonna love you in that. I'll delay dinner half hour. No more than that though. It's vegetable pasta tonight. Too much meat last night. Fresh fruit for dessert. For EVERYONE. She paused. "Davey, I don't know how much of my wicca magic you believe, or accept, but I want to tell you what I've seen. It's good news. It's just different news. " "Carla, everything you've told me has come true. How could I not believe it?" "It's about the pregnancy Davey. I threw cards three times, and then I did it again today after I came home. You're going to have healthy twins davey. Twin girls." Davey paused, he smiled , and his eyes got teary. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME CARLA? GIRLS? Oh, Carla sweetheart, that's the best news I've heard since Richie proposed to me." He grabbed Carla, and hugged her. 'THANK YOU. THANK YOU. This is such great news" Carla looked puzzled "Really? I thought you'd be upset." "NO. I want children, period. And you know, raising girls: I have to start from scratch. I can't rely on anyone and you know what? No one here can tell me "you should do this" or "you should do that. " He paused. "And honestly, Carla, too many Y chromosomes in here anyway." She laughed at that. "Now you have to pick a new name davey. " "Carla, do you have a middle name?" She blushed. "Well, I do. It's Juliette." Well, then their going to be Melissa and Juliette. She began to cry softly. "Oh, davey, you don't have to do that, you know?" "I know Carla. Look. I know the only things I HAVE to do are what Richie tells me when we're in private. But that's my choice. So is this. " He paused "I'm sure she's going to be a beautiful little girl. Just like her godmother."
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There wasn't a shower at the restaurant, so when Sam picked him up, Richard was dusty, sweaty, and just a mess. "Had a good workout Sir?" Sam teased. "You know, Sam, it's like splitting logs. It felt great. I'm exhausted though." "I hope you have a LITTLE energy Sir." he was still teasing "Sam, what's going on?" "Davey is home. I heard him speaking to my wife. He came and cruised you through the window. And he changed into preppy clothes. I just thought you should know." Richard smiled. "Thank you Sam. I think Ralph is about to become Lupo." "I'm afraid I don't get that, Sir." Richard laughed. "Sam it's a private joke between davey and I. I'm sorry." "Carla and I have those Richard. Occasionally I slip and I use one in front of Mike or Paul. It's kind of fun to see know it all kids get confused." "Yes, those know it all kids are going to have to do some explaining tonight too, but that's another matter. "
Davey was having a quick cup of coffee when he heard the door open. "Hi Sir. Welcome back.." He came over and kissed Richard. "Did you miss me today?" "Davey, you're going to get those good clothes messy." "It's worth it Sir. Did you miss me?" Harris moved davey's hand down to his crotch. "You tell me." Davey whispered. "I can take care of that Sir." 'Ha ha. Damn right you can. Library. NOW." He tossed davey the keys to the secret room. "Yes sir. Right away." Davey wasn't a sprinter, but when he needed to, he could move fast. He moved fast now.
Harris followed him in, he was sliding out of his t shirt as he went in.
Davey was in the middle of the secret room, hands behind his back, head down, legs spread. "Against the platform. NOW. Wrists up at the restraints." "Yes sir. " Harris secured davey's wrists, but he left his ankles untied. He slipped a finger into davey's shirt, circling his navel. "I understand you did some cruising today. " "Yes sir. Of you. Only of you. GOD did it make me HOT." "Richard saw what the navel tickling was doing as davey squirmed and tried not to laugh. He didn't stop . "Why didn't you come in?" "Because I didn't want to interrupt you Sir. And if I did come in... you were gonna have to throw me on one of those tables and fuck me. "
Harris moved in and pressed a knee to davey's crotch. "So considerate." He kissed davey and when davey reached out for his tongue, pulled back. SO CONSIDERATE. He kissed him again, and davey began to whine when Harris denied him his tongue a second time. "Please SIR. PLEASE..." Harris ignored him, and began opening his shirt. "Nice one davey. I like this color on you... I like what's underneath even more." Harris had his work cgloves in his pocket, and he pulled them out, slipped into them, and began running the rough plastic against davey's chest.
"OH SHIT SIR. THAT FEELS SO GOOD..." "So does your mouth davey." Now he shoved his tongue in and began probing davey's mouth. He ran his gloved hands up and down davey's sides. It was a cross between tickling and leather torture. Davey was twisting madly. "GOD SIR. GOD. I don't usually want you this fast, but... I NEED YOU IN ME. PLEASE. PLEASE. I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST... FUCK ME.."
"Well, we're going to do this a little differently davey boy..." Harris slipped davey's pants off. Then, he pushed over a table. "I'm in butch mode today, sweetcakes. Lupo." He grinned and showed his teeth. "Let's get those sweet legs up here. " He ran the gloved hands over davey's thighs, which made him quiver. Then he moved one to his balls.
"NO SIR. PLEASE PLEASE. NO. IT'S OH SHIT..." The texture of the glove set davey off, and he exploded onto Harris' glove, the table, everywhere.
"I'm sorry Sir. I should've waited until you were finished. I'm, I'm sorry. " Harris gave an evil grin. "We'll just add it to your punishment list. Now, you ARE gonna have to take care of me.." He wet his cock with his saliva, and the began to push in. The new position was slightly uncomfortable for davey, and it was a new experience to be "spent" when his husband was fucking him, but it felt good. Just different.
Richard pumped. It was different for him, too, because davey's emotions were different. It wasn't quite the same, and he closed his eyes, to think of a scene that they had done, when the lust was still in davey. He pulled up the time he had fucked davey in full leather. That set him off. He bit his tongue so that he didn't disturb the house, and fucked davey good and hard. A sigh escaped from davey.
"My Ralph, my Lupo. My Richie.." As Harris untied him, and he fell into his husband's arms, he whispered "I love you SO much, stud. Don't let me go. EVER."
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Before dinner, davey asked if they could have a drink together, and he told Richard about Carla's prediction. Richard smiled. "You know, I didn't expect this. I imagine we may need to add another bathroom at some point in time, but we should be ok for a while. " He kissed davey on the top of his head. "Now, if I know you the way I think I do, you're gonna start checking with friends who have daughters." "I will be Sir. And that wonderful library is kind of light on books on raising daughters. I checked. " Richard laughed. "Yeah, every library has its weaknesses, and that's one of ours. So, I know about Melissa. Do you have a second name?" "I do Sir... It's Juliette." "OH HOW LOVELY. You're naming her after Carla?" "Yes sir. Who else?"
"Hey. Can we get in on that?" Mike and Paul had just come in. They had been finishing up the renovations on the house in the back property, and were as filthy as Richard. "Sure. Try not to get the furniture dirty. Sit down. Let's talk a bit." Mike knew the sound of Richard's voice well enough to know that something was up, but he didn't know what. "What did we do this time Dad?" "Well, let me be indirect about it and see if you can figure it out.. When we stay at someone's house, and it's not our room, we clean it up the best we can before we leave, don't we?" He blushed. "Oh. The library." Paul blushed too. "Yes, the library . Now, we don't mind if you use it, but from now on, you'll tell me. And I'll inspect it. And if it's not to standard... well..., we'll see. Paul began to say something and Richard cut him off. "NO, you do NOT get to punish Mike if you don't do a good enough job. In fact... he looked at davey, who shook his head yes. "We just used the room and it needs a cleaning. We cleaned up after you, so...." Davey laughed when he saw the slight look of disgust over their faces. "But before you take care of that, finish your drink. Davey has an announcement for you." "So, guys. . How do you feel about having a little sister?" "ONE OF THE TWINS IS A GIRL? " Paul got up and smiled. "No, both of the twins are girls" "MIKE. ONE FOR EACH OF US." Richard started laughing "well, we don't quite think of it that way, but, ok." "Dad Richard, I wasn't being clear. I have three sisters. I'm the only boy. I'm the oldest. " Richard looked at davey. "I think we just found our expert." "I'm gonna need you Paul. Don't go too far away." Paul looked and smiled. He looked at Mike first, and then at the dads. "I'm not going anywhere. Just the shower after we have this drink with you." Mike smiled "Congratulations davey dad. I'm really happy for you." Richard ruffled both heads of hair. "Go shower. I know you share. No fooling around though, and don't use all the hot water. " "Dad, maybe you should go first, so we can get the place cleaned up." "Sounds good. Davey, you'll be the inspector." If they thought davey was going to be more lenient, they were mistaken. It took them an hour to finish the clean up. Carla wasn't all that pleased with holding dinner, but she understood.
At dinner, Mike had an announcement too. "Jean-Pierre offered us a room at his farm in France. So we're going to spend some time there. Peter is going too. If our paths cross, he's going to be our guide to the French countryside." "Well, that's terrific," Richard replied. "It's good to have an insider there. "And dad, when Peter comes back, well, would you consider hiring him at the restaurant?"
"MY GOODNESS. You boys have been busy." "Well, yes. " They looked at each other. "It got so busy, that we didn't tell you. We know Peter. He's a regular at the LGBTQ meetings in town. Single. We have to find him a husband, or at least a date." davey looked at Richard. "Now they're matchmakers." "He was after Paul for a while. He likes wrestlers" "Who doesnt?" Davey and Richard said simultaneously, leading to laughs all around.
"If you don't get cleaned up and get to the table, I'm throwing it all away Carla called out.
At dinner, Richard was thinking "you know, in smaller portions, this could be the first course."