tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36932912602524346602024-02-08T06:53:36.131-08:00Oliver and DavidPlease Note: All Stories are Copyright - 2009-2018LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693291260252434660.post-62213380363698375762010-10-10T16:58:00.000-07:002010-11-14T05:52:27.416-08:00From This Day ForwardWritten by: D’be-D’be<br />
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Life changes so fast; at least it did for David and Oliver. David Bradford had been with the NYPD for over a year and was fitting in very nicely. He had received several commendations for his actions above and beyond the call of duty, and all in all, life was good. <br />
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His life with his partner, Oliver Newman, was sailing along wonderfully with no major problems or bumps in the road, that was until this past New Year. <br />
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David had just gotten off work and decided to stop for a pizza on the way home. He called Oliver at home on his cell phone several times to let him know what he was up to, but each time the line was busy. ‘Oh well,’ David thought to himself. ‘I guess I should know by now what Oliver likes on his pizza.’ So he went ahead and ordered a Hawaiian Pizza with the works. <br />
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When he got home, he rang the doorbell and when Oliver answered the door, David held the pizza in front of him and stated in a joking manner, “Pizza boy here with something delicious for you to eat and that doesn’t necessarily have to be the pizza.”<br />
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Oliver let out a chuckle as he pulled David and the pizza inside, but David knew something was not just right. Although Oliver tried to act gleeful, the joy wasn’t showing in his eyes.<br />
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“Hey Ollie, what’s wrong?” David asked as he followed Oliver and the pizza into the kitchen. <br />
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Oliver became very quiet as he reached into the wine rack to pull out a bottle of their favorite wine to eat with the pizza.<br />
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“Did I do wrong by picking up the pizza? Did you have other plans in mind for supper? I tried to call but the line was busy.” David knew he was rambling but he couldn’t help himself. Oliver’s mood was making him slightly nervous.<br />
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“No, baby; you didn’t do anything wrong. My mood has nothing to do with you directly. But the reason I am in this mood will affect you, I’m afraid.”<br />
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“For Pete’s sake, Ollie, stop talking in riddles and spit it out. Your secrecy is starting to scare me,” David stated as he began to set the table.<br />
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Oliver took a deep breath, poured them both a glass of wine and handed one glass to David. Then after taking a huge gulp, he looked his partner in the eyes and started his tale.<br />
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“The reason you couldn’t get me on the phone was because I was speaking to an old friend of mine from Cambridge, Mass. and he offered me a job as editor of the major Cambridge newspaper. The offer is very lucrative and the benefits are extraordinary. Although I love photography, becoming an editor of a major paper is something I’ve always aspired to. However, if I took this job, it means I would have to move and of course it goes without saying, I would want you to move with me. But you see, baby, there’s the dilemma. You just started your career with the police and you’re very happy here. How can I expect you to leave all that behind to follow me to Massachusetts in order to follow a dream?”<br />
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David’s mind was reeling. He was having a hard time taking all this information in. Oliver was right; he loved his job. But on the other hand, David loved Oliver more than anything else and by being selfish he would be denying his partner the chance to do the same thing that Oliver supported him in doing, leaving his negotiation job to join the NYPD. But still, leaving New York, moving to whole new state and starting all over again? He had to say something, because he knew his silence was sending mixed messages to Oliver.<br />
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“Ollie,” he started. “I….I don’t know exactly what to say. I would never stand in your way of following your dreams. I could never to that to you. But maybe we could….I don’t know, work in separate cities then get together on weekends?” Before Oliver could answer, David continued. “I know what you’re going to say. That would be very difficult and it could be harmful to our relationship and to tell you the truth, I don’t like that option either, but I….I….oh damn, Ollie, I don’t know….”<br />
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Oliver grabbed a piece of pizza and tried to take a bite. However, right now he had no appetite, so he threw the pizza down and dropped down in the chair with a huge sigh.<br />
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“I’m sorry, Davey. It’s not the greatest way to start a new year is it? I do know that living apart is not an option. I’ll turn the job down before it comes to that.”<br />
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David could see the hurt and confusion in his partner’s eyes and feeling responsible for some of that hurt, he turned his back as tears began to form in his eyes. He didn’t want Oliver to see him cry. That was the last piece of guilt he wanted to throw his way. He closed his eyes until he regained control of his emotions, then he turned to his partner who had put his head in his hands as he was overcome with sadness.<br />
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David swiftly walked over to Oliver and raised him up to take him in his arms. He held him close to him, all the while placing soft kisses on Oliver’s face and neck. As he felt Oliver relax in his arms, he began to rub his back in comforting motion. He was about to try to spout words of wisdom when a thunderbolt thought pounded into his subconscious. He pulled away from Oliver and grabbed the phone which Oliver had laid on the kitchen table beside the pizza box.<br />
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“Oh my God, Ollie!” David exclaimed. “I just got one of my brilliant ideas and I don’t know why it took me this long to think of it.”<br />
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“What is it, baby? What idea?” Oliver was perplexed by David’s sudden joyful mood, considering just moments a go he was confused and upset. <br />
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“It just dawned on me, Ollie. On the bulletin board at the precinct, there was a list of transfers available and there are vacancies in the Cambridge Police in their Community Relations Section. I know that is an area I would be good at because as you know, I’ve done several talks at schools this past year as well to service groups and the feedback was top notch.”<br />
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“But David,” Oliver interrupted. “You worked so hard to get unto the hostage negotiation team. It seems wrong of me to ask you to change areas of expertise.”<br />
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“Don’t be such a silly goose, Ollie. It would be a great change of pace and besides, if an opening came up in their Special Unit Department, I can always apply for that at a later date. So why don’t you dig into that pizza while I make a phone call to my Sergeant.”<br />
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David didn’t give Oliver another chance to argue the point. He gave him a quick kiss and then went into the den to make his call. Fifteen minutes later, he walked back into the kitchen with a huge smile on his face. <br />
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“The Sergeant was 100% behind my decision and he is going to call the head of Community Relations immediately. He told me the man owes him a few favors, so he doesn’t see any problem in having my transfer accepted. Besides, my record, as the Sarge stated, will be a huge factor as well. So there, the problem is solved. Why don’t you call your friend back and accept the offer?”<br />
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“Hold on, tiger. Let’s just wait until we’re sure you have the transfer; then I’ll call Tony back.”<br />
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“Okay, you’re right as usual. Now let’s eat some of this lukewarm pizza”<br />
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Oliver grabbed David and gave him a long hard hug as he commented. “I like my pizza lukewarm, but my men hot.”<br />
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“Well sir, I’m so hot I’m burning up,” David teased as he grabbed Oliver by an ass cheek. “Ya want to skip the pizza altogether? We can always heat it up later, while I heat you up right now!”<br />
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Oliver let out a low growl deep in his throat and was about to take David up on his offer when the phone rang. For a split second they decided to let the answering machine grab it; then reality cleared their heads. David reached for the phone, all the while staying in Oliver’s arms.<br />
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“Hello…..oh yes Sgt. Do you have good news for me?” Oliver pulled away from David so his young Brat could concentrate on the conversation. He leaned on the counter, all the while keeping his eyes on David and trying to read what the news could be by the expression on his face and in his eyes.<br />
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David was very good at keeping his expressions hidden; a trick they taught him at the Police Academy because after all, in his line of work he has to be very caution that the antagonist won’t gain the advantage by reading what David is feeling in his body language or facial expressions.<br />
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“Thank you, sir. I appreciate your effort on my behalf,” David replied to what the Sgt. was telling him. David was silent for a minute or so, listening to the man at the other end of the line. “Yes Sir, I can do that…..thirty minutes….” David hesitated as he looked over at Oliver and the now cold pizza. “One moment Sir, I have to ask my partner if it’s alright.”<br />
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David put his hand over the mouth piece of the phone as he turned to Oliver. “Ollie, the Sgt. asked if it would be alright if I returned to the station so I could partake in a live-web interview with the Chief of Police and the head of Community Relations in Cambridge. Is that alright with you?”<br />
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Oliver grabbed the pizza, threw it in the box and then put the box in the fridge. “Of course it’s okay with me, David. Look, I’ll go with you and wait in the lounge while you have your interview then we can go out for dinner. Does that sound good?”<br />
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“Sounds great; thanks, Ollie!” David exclaimed as he blew his Top a kiss.<br />
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“I’ll be there in twenty minutes, Sir, and again thank you.” After a few more words were exchanged, David hung up. The two men grabbed their jackets and made their way to the police station.<br />
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The interview lasted about an hour. The two police officers in Cambridge were very impressed with the young man. They told David to stand by while they consulted their notes and came to a decision. Fifteen long and nervous minutes went by until the web session was continued. <br />
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“Young man,” the Chief of Police stated. “Both Lieutenant MacDonald and I are very impressed by both your credentials and the way you present yourself. However, we think you lack the amount of experience it takes to become a Community Police Officer in our city at this time. If you would be willing to join our department as a patrol officer, in order to get to know the community, you would be serving and letting the community get to know you and we would be pleased to offer you a full time position.”<br />
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David didn’t even take the time to think it out. He knew this was the only way he could help Oliver achieve his dreams and at the same time avoid the problems of a long distance relationship.<br />
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“Chief, I would be more than pleased to become a patrol officer to prove my worth to both you and the community. When would you like me to start?”<br />
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“There is no immediate rush, Officer Bradford. Let’s say you come down by the middle of February, fill out the many forms the city requires and be ready to start your first shift by the first of March.”<br />
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David turned to his Sgt. who was sitting next to him and asked if that time-line worked for him. Finding the Sergeant in agreement, David thanked his soon-to-be boss for the opportunity and then excused himself to go break the good news to his partner.<br />
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He found Oliver in the lounge in a deep discussion with a few members of NYPD’s finest about some current event. When Oliver heard the door open, he turned to find his partner grinning from ear to ear.<br />
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“Well, Ollie, before we go out to eat, why don’t you call your friend at the paper and tell him they have a new editor?”<br />
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“You got the job in the Community Police Unit? That’s great.” Oliver patted his Brat on the back in a celebratory gesture.<br />
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“Well, not exactly. I have to do patrol work for awhile, but that’s okay. I think it will be a great way to get to know my fellow officers and the city. I have to report by mid-February. Is that time-line going to work for you?”<br />
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“I can’t see why not. Why don’t you have yourself a seat while I call Tony back?”<br />
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David sat down next to one of the homicide detectives who was complaining about the type of supper his wife packed for him. He did his best to keep up with the small talk, but most of his attention was on Oliver. He was doing his best to eavesdrop on their conversation, but with little success. He was about to get up and pretend to grab himself a cup of coffee in order to be closer to where Oliver stood, when he saw his partner hang up the phone.<br />
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“Well?” David asked impatiently. “Are we moving?’<br />
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“We certainly are, kiddo. Come on; let’s go grab some Chinese food then go pay a visit to Elliot and break the news of our departure into a new adventure.”<br />
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By the middle of January, David and Oliver had shared their news of the move with their family and fellow colleagues. They had met with a realtor to sell their brownstone and get them a new home in Cambridge. The realtor working closely with the agency in Massachusetts, found the men a lovely condo a few miles from the University. It was centrally located between David and Oliver’s places of employment and it catered to the Gay Community. ‘Life couldn’t get any better than this,’ David thought, but he was soon to discover it could get even better.<br />
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David will never forget the day his life with Oliver was about to take a wonderful and magical turn. The City of New York was hit by a major snow storm, which forced the men to cancel their plans for the evening. Oliver made it home first, lit the fireplace and put a bottle of Champaign in ice. The object in his pocket was weighing heavy on his mind. Lately all he could think about was the move to Massachusetts and how that move could alter his and David’s relationship. Massachusetts was one of the few States that acknowledged same-sex marriage, and although he and David had had many discussions on the possibility of a commitment ceremony, Oliver’s dream was to make David his true and legal husband. The placing his hand in his pocket to stroke the box within, sent shivers of both nerves and excitement down his spine. <br />
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Taking a deep breath to control his emotions, Oliver removed his hand from his pocket. He reached for the fireplace poker and began to stoke the fire. Looking at his watch, he started to become a little concerned at the whereabouts of his Brat when he heard David’s key in the lock.<br />
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“Hey, Ollie, you home? Man, sorry I’m late. The roads are a real bitch.”<br />
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Oliver met him in the hallway and helped him remove his snow-covered coat and boots.<br />
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“Hey, kiddo, why don’t you go upstairs, get out of those wet clothes, take a nice hot shower, get into your cozy pajamas and then come on downstairs? I brought home some lasagna from Mamma Rosa’s restaurant and I have a fire going.”<br />
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“Hey, that sounds great. I’ll be right down.” They kissed as David passed on his way up the stairs.<br />
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Oliver paced back and forth in front of the fireplace, impatiently waiting for David to finish his shower. The box was getting heavier and heavier as was his self-doubt. ‘Maybe I should wait until we’re settled in our new home,’ he thought to himself. ‘What if he says no, he’s not ready?’ Oliver was becoming more and more nervous by the minute. He was about to pull the box out of his pocket and place it in the hutch when David came bounding into the room.<br />
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“Hey, Ollie, that lasagna spells great, but what’s with the champagne? Is it a special occasion or something?”<br />
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“Yeah, something,” Oliver replied. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he reached out to take David’s hands in his. He pulled him in front of the fire and gazed into his lover’s eyes. Before he could change his mind, Oliver pulled the box out of his pocket and ever so slowly lifted the lid.<br />
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Inside, resting in blue velvet, sat a 14k gold diamond channel band. Heart cutouts along the shank gave the band an added romantic touch and the ten diamond gemstones on the top spoke volumes.<br />
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David just stared at the ring inside the box with mouth agape; then with misty eyes, he looked up at his partner, lover and Top and waited for the question he was longing to hear.<br />
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With a shaky voice and hand, Oliver began to speak. “David, my love, my life, I invite you to share your life with me, I want you by my side forever until the end of time. I want us to share more than a life together; I want us to share a name. I love you so much; please accept this ring as a sign of my love and promise of faithfulness and everlasting commitment. Would you, David Bradford, accept this ring and become my lawful wedded husband?”<br />
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By the time Oliver finished speaking, both men were in tears. David couldn’t speak because of the overwhelming emotions flooding through him. All he could do for the moment was nod his head over and over. Oliver took the ring out of the box and placed it on David’s left hand. Their kiss spoke volumes. It was more passionate than it had ever been. As their lips pressed together, it was like the world stopped turning. David broke the kiss first when he knew he had finally found his voice.<br />
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“Oh Ollie, you don’t know how I’ve longed to hear you speak those words. I love you to the very depth of my soul. I think my heart is going to burst because the love I have for you is overflowing. I am so proud to wear this engagement ring and to accept your proposal to become David Newman.” <br />
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They kissed again, allowing their passion to carry them to a higher plain. Oliver’s hand reached down to cup David’s manhood. David reciprocated and before long they were making love by the roaring fire. After they had both reached their climax, they lay in each other’s arms and began to make plans.<br />
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“Hey Ollie,” David called from the hallway. “I’m going shopping at the mall. Do you need anything?”<br />
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“What do you need at the mall that’s so urgent, you have to go right at this minute?”<br />
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“Why? What’s up? Why can’t I go now?”<br />
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“I thought we were going to discuss some wedding plans?”<br />
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“Yeah, well….we will as soon as I get back. I really have to go out, but I promise I’ll be back in less than an hour. I put something on lay-away yesterday and they told me they would only hold it for 24 hours.”<br />
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“What did you put away, David?” Oliver asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice. “It better not be something that’s too expensive. We both promised to curb our spending until the move to Cambridge.”<br />
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“No, it’s not at exorbitant item. It’s just something I need to help us in our wedding planning,” David replied. Then with a little touch of begging to his tone, he continued. “Please Ollie, I’m paying for it out of my own savings account. It’s really important to me.”<br />
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Ollie backed down and with a smile growing on his face, he walked over to his Brat and gave him a sweet little kiss. As he grabbed David’s coat from the rack, he stated an order. “Okay kiddo, I’m holding you to the less than an hour deadline. If you’re any longer than that without an substantial reason, you’ll be doing your part of the planning standing up. Is that clear?”<br />
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“Crystal clear; I promise I’ll be back in 45 minutes or less.” David returned the kiss, grabbed his coat and ran to the car.<br />
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Forty minutes later David was pulling back into the drive with his purchase in hand. He couldn’t wait to show his new wedding-planner to Oliver. This book contained everything the couple would need to make their wedding, the day they dreamed it would be. In his discussions with the lady who ran the wedding boutique, where he purchased the planner, this planner acts like a bible to the wedding couple. Even if they plan to hire a wedding consultant, this planner will give David and Oliver the information they need to ask the right questions, keep their budget in line and give them step by step resources from flowers, to tuxedos, to the wedding itself. Also what made David even more excited about this particular planner is that it was geared to help plan a gay wedding.<br />
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Oliver was waiting for him in the den. David knew he was in there by the sweet sound of music radiating down the hall. Oliver loved to sit and relax in this room with a glass a wine and his favorite music as a fire burned in the hearth. <br />
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David followed the voices of Il Divo which led him to his one true love. <br />
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“Hi sweet thing,” Oliver whispered as he held out his hand to David as an invitation to join him on the couch. “Come and show me what was so urgent that you had to run out on this wintery night and interrupt our plans.”<br />
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After pouring a glass of wine for himself, David sat down next to his Top and handed over the wedding planner. Oliver, after topping up his glass, opened the book to the table of contents.<br />
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“Okay baby, it states here our first step is to pick a date, then decide what kind of wedding we would like.” Pulling David close, he continued. “Okay, you go first. What date do you think we should strive for?”<br />
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“I’m glad you asked,” David replied. “I’ve been thinking about this for a few days now. It’s going to take us a while to move, settle in to the new place, city, and jobs. Hopefully, we’ll make new friends and contacts. So I was thinking to do it properly without too much rushing or stress, a year from now would be a good idea.”<br />
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“Mmmm, a year from now; that sounds like a good start. Let me grab a calendar and take a look at a few dates.” Oliver untangled himself from David’s arms for a moment to get up off the couch in order to walk over to his desk and grab his date calendar from the top drawer. On his way back he stoked the fire and grabbed another bottle of wine.<br />
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Back in each others arms, the two men bantered back and forth over a few dates. A spring wedding would be too long of a period to wait, as would a summer wedding. <br />
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“Hey, Ollie, how about a winter wedding? I think that would be cozy and romantic.” <br />
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“A winter wedding? Are you sure, kiddo? What if there’s bad weather?”<br />
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“Look, there could be bad weather any time of year. I think a winter wedding would be great. But not February, that’s to close to Valentine Day. Let’s make it a true year from now.” David grabbed the calendar from his partner and turned it to January 2010. “What about the fourth weekend in January?”<br />
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Looking at the calendar, Oliver thought David’s suggestion over for a moment or so. It made sense to him, as pictures of a winter wedding began forming in his mind. “Okay, let’s say Friday, January 22nd, 2010”<br />
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“Why Friday instead of the traditional Saturday?” David asked.<br />
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“Well Davey, as an experienced world traveler, if we wish to go somewhere on a honeymoon, it’s easier to fly out on a Saturday than a Sunday”<br />
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“Well since I’ve never been to as many parts of the world as you have, I’ll bow to your expertise and agree to January 22nd.”<br />
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“Gee, that was easy. Now if the rest of the plans go this smoothly, we’ve got it made.”<br />
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“I have an idea that everything won’t go as easy, but I also have a way it may go a little less bumpy.”<br />
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“And what’s that, my sweet?” Oliver asked with a kiss<br />
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“When we move to Cambridge, we hire a wedding consultant; someone who can take a lot of the load of planning this special event off our shoulders. Let’s face it, we’re going to be very occupied with our new careers and having a consultant do the research for us, you know find some florists and bands and of course where we’re going to hold this blessed event so we can make the final decision, will be a great help and stress reliever for us.”<br />
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“You really thought this out, didn’t you?” Oliver asked with amazement. <br />
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“Yes I did. Do you agree with me?”<br />
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“Absolutely,” Oliver replied. “Now that we have the date and what type of wedding we want, we have to decide who’s going to pay for what?”<br />
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“Well, you’re a lot better at budgeting than I am, Ollie, so I’ll leave all the finances in your capable hands with the understanding that we split everything 50/50.”<br />
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“Now that, young man, is an excellent idea. But I have some conditions to this and they are as follows: If you see something that you feel will be perfect for the wedding, you are not to purchase it on your own. You are to discuss the purchase with me, we will go over the cost and then together we will decide if it can fit into our budget. If I find that you have gone ahead and purchased something on-line or at a store without talking to me about it, not only will that item go back, no matter how terrific it may be, but you will find yourself on the wrong end of disciplinary action. That also goes with dealing with the consultant. You are not to make any plans with him without discussing the plans with me first. Are you in agreement with these conditions, David?”<br />
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“Of course Ollie, one hundred percent. I fully realize that this is our wedding and that you should be a part of every decision.” Seeing Oliver’s mouth begin to open in a rebuttal, David quickly continued. “I know what you’re going to say. Sometimes I get a little impulsive, especially when I see something that I know would be perfect for us, but I deeply promise I will not go overboard or make any decisions without you.”<br />
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“Well that said, I agree to handle the budget,” Oliver stated.<br />
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“Speaking of budget, how much can we spend on this marvelous day?” David asked.<br />
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“Well you know that $100,000 from the inheritance I got from that late Dictator that died a few months ago? The one that blew us away because I didn’t even know I was in his will?” Oliver reminded him.<br />
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“You mean that guy who was so pleased with the way you did that expose and pictures of him for his national magazine and decided that was the one way he could repay you for your kindness and professionalism towards him and his family?” David acknowledged he remembered the letter from the lawyer with the great news.<br />
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“That’s the one. Well anyway, I was thinking we could take that money out of the savings account and set up a wedding account. Now I’m not saying our wedding should cost $100,000 dollars, but it will give us a cushion as well as piece of mind.” <br />
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“Ollie, you sure know how to solve a problem. That’s great. Once we met with the consultant, we can work out a budget and see what each part will cost us.”<br />
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“Great! Now kiddo, I don’t know about you, but I’m almost ready for bed. The wine is making me mellow.”<br />
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“Me too,” David stated, stifling a yawn. But he wasn’t quite ready to end the conversation. “Ollie, when are we going to tell our family and friends?”<br />
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“Good point. I was thinking tomorrow we could slip over to Elliot and Don’s and let them know first and then maybe if you feel up to it, next weekend we could get the family together and break the news of our move and our nuptials at the same time.”<br />
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“That sound great to me,” David agreed. “I’ll email both sides of the family and invite them to the house next Saturday, okay? And also may I call Russia and let Marty and Ivan know?”<br />
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“Sure but remember the time change there, don’t go calling them in the middle of their night, okay?” Oliver reminded his Brat. “Now let’s hit the hay”<br />
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“You go on, Ollie. I want to go over this wedding planner a little more and I also would like to go on the internet and make a list of consultants in the Cambridge area so when we go up to take a look at our new condo, I can set up some appointments to met with them.”<br />
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“Okay kiddo, I’ll give you an hour but after that I want you in bed next to me, agreed?”<br />
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“One hour, Ollie, I promise. Now go get the bed warmed up until I get up there and warm you up.”<br />
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Oliver gave David a loving kiss then checked to make sure all the embers had died in the fireplace. He shut off the stereo, knowing that David would get so involved in his research he wouldn’t even know the music was shut off or not. Then with one look back, he headed off to bed.<br />
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When David was left alone, he turned to the page in the planner about wedding consultants and began his research. He looked up several web sites then printed off the information so he and Oliver could go over it together. Looking at his watch, he realized his hour was almost up. Not wanting to upset his Top, David turned off the computer and slipped up the stairs and into Oliver’s arms.<br />
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Sunday morning found the two men sleeping late. At around 10:00 am they got up, showered, and dressed; then went next door to share their regular Sunday brunch with Elliot and his partner Don Holder.<br />
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The mood was festive and comfortable. This was the major thing the boys were going to miss the most. These two men meant the world to Oliver and David and it was going to be hard to live apart from them. The only thing that made the move easier was the thought that New York and Massachusetts was only a couple of hundred miles away.<br />
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Over eggs, bacon, waffles and Don’s famous Champagne cocktails, Oliver stood up and began to break the news.<br />
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“Elliot, Don, as the old saying goes, David and I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that we’re moving. I accepted the Editor job in Cambridge and David asked and was granted a transfer to the Cambridge Police Department.”<br />
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“Oliver,” Elliot spoke for himself and Don. “Although it saddens us to loose you as neighbors, we are both proud of you for deciding to make this move. It is the right decision for you both. Now, what is your good news, boys?”<br />
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“Well as you know, Massachusetts now allows same sex marriage…” Oliver was suddenly interrupted by a loud yelp out of both Elliot and Don. <br />
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Don jumped up from his seat and began to jump up and down with excitement as he exclaimed, “Oh for the love of all that is gay, you’re going to tie the knot. That’s it, isn’t it? Oh my stars, that is so exciting and what a thrill. We are so happy for you both.”<br />
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All three men burst out laughing at Don’s display of joy. Usually he was a quiet, mild-mannered individual. A deep thinker some would call him. This rare show of jubilance was amusing but touching at the same time. His feeling for the two younger men was shining out.<br />
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Oliver continued after Elliot quieted his Brat down. “Yes, Don is correct. I asked David to marry me.” David proudly displayed the ring on his hand for the two men to admire as Oliver continued speaking. “We set the date last night. It’s going to be next January 22nd and we…” Oliver took David’s hand in his before he spoke again. “David and I discussed this last night and we would be honored, Elliot, if you would be our best man.”<br />
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Elliot’s eyes filled with tears and for a few moments he couldn’t speak. When the lump in his throat subsided, he embraced the two young men and with a choke in his voice, gladly granted their request. Hugs were exchanged as a few tears were again shed. Oliver then turned to Don and with remaining emotion in his voice, he asked, “Don, David and I would love to have you officiate the ceremony.”<br />
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Don was stunned for a moment then he found his voice and asked, “If I understood you clearly, you want me to marry you both is that right?”<br />
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“By George, I think he’s got it,” David teased.<br />
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“Gentlemen, I would be more than honored to marry you both, but is that legal?”<br />
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“It sure is,” David informed him. “All you have to do is write to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and request an application for a One-Day Marriage Designation. They have to receive the application six weeks prior to the wedding, and since we have to register our marriage in the same period of time, we can do this on the same date. A $25.00 processing fee must accompany the application along with a letter of reference from someone who can attest to your high standard of character. The letter can be from anyone but Oliver or I. Elliot would probably be the best one to attest to your high character I think, don’t you? The Secretary of the Commonwealth will issue a Certificate of Solemnization to the approved applicant four weeks prior to the wedding date. Following the wedding, we must submit the Certificate of Solemnization along with a copy of the marriage license to the city or town hall where Ollie and I applied for the license.”<br />
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“Well, David,” Don stated. “It sounds like you’re on the ball about this. If you would be so kind to get me the proper address, I will send in my request for the application so I will have it properly filled out for when it is time to mail it in.”<br />
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“I have the address right here,” David informed Don. “It’s Office of the Governor, State House, Room 280, Boston MA, 01233: attn: One-Day Marriage Designation.”<br />
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“One more bit of info, Don,” Oliver piped in. “David and I will cover the $25.00 application fee.”<br />
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“Don’t be foolish, Oliver. I would be insulted if you didn’t let me pay for the application fee. Who do I make the check out to, David?” <br />
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“The check must be made out to The Commonwealth of Massachusetts, Don,” David informed him.<br />
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“Thank you, young man, and I don’t want to hear any more nonsense of you two covering the cost. Is that understood?” Don stated.<br />
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“Loud and clear,” David and Oliver replied in unison.<br />
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“When are you going to break the news to the families, Oliver?” Elliot asked as he filled his plate with another helping of pancakes.<br />
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“We’re going to have a get together Saturday night. We hope you two will be in attendance.”<br />
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“We wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now let’s have more food as you two fill us in on the move and your new careers.”<br />
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<br />
The week passed quickly. David between work shifts was busy reading his planner and making notes. On the Wednesday before the engagement party, David finally got through to Moscow. He spoke with Ivan for over two hours, talking about the wedding and the new job he would have in the Cambridge Police. Finally Oliver took the phone from David so he could speak with Martin.<br />
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He asked if he thought it would be a problem for them to come to the states for the wedding and when Martin reassured him there would be no problems at all; Oliver asked if Martin would consider doing the toast to the grooms. He informed Oliver that he would be extremely honored to do so. David slipped Oliver a note, which he read silently then nodded his head in agreement. He then asked Martin if he would be so kind as to ask Ivan if he would be in charge of the guest book. He waited as Martin did as he was requested. In less than a minute, Martin got back on the line with the good news. Ivan would also be honored to do so. They agreed to keep in touch. Oliver handed the phone back to David so he could say his goodbyes to Ivan and Martin.<br />
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When the phone call was completed, David joined Oliver at the kitchen table. Oliver was going over the menu in frustration for the engagement party.<br />
<br />
“Hey Ollie, why stress yourself out over this? Let’s just have it catered.”<br />
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“You know, I think you’re right. I’ll give Mamma Rosa’s a call and see if she and her staff could put something together on such a sort notice.”<br />
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“There now, that’s settled so let’s go for a walk and clear our heads,” David suggested. Oliver readily agreed. They grabbed their coats, scarves and mitts then headed out the door for a stroll around the block. As they walked, they held hands and avoided talking about the wedding. Instead they talked about their move and how they would set up their new home.<br />
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“By the pictures the realtor sent, our new condo looks absolutely spectacular,” David commented. “And the fact that most of the residence are gay will make it a interesting place to live.”<br />
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“I know, I can’t wait until next month when we go down to take a look at the place and hopefully sign the lease,” Oliver replied. “I can’t wait to start my new job and our new life there.”<br />
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“Do you know if the tenants are leaving any of their furniture or not?” David inquired.<br />
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Oliver knew to well what David was alluding to. The picture of the game room showed a pool table and that was an item David always hinted at owning, so he and his cop buddies could get together on their time-off.<br />
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“I don’t know about that. But whatever they take out, we can replace,” Oliver teased.<br />
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David stopped in his tracks and a huge smile came to his face. “Do you mean it, Ollie? We can get a pool table?”<br />
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“A pool table? I thought you were talking about their dining room set,” Oliver teased again.<br />
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“Very funny. You know I was talking about the pool table,” David retorted<br />
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They both began to laugh at the same time. Oliver then scooped David up into his arms and twirled him around. David let out a joyful whoop as he held on to Oliver’s neck.<br />
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Oliver gently placed David back down on his feet while at the same time pulling him in for a passionate kiss. They stayed in each other’s arm for a minute or two then continued down the sidewalk until they reached their favorite coffee shop.<br />
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“Let’s get a hot chocolate before we head for home, okay kiddo?” Oliver asked.<br />
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“Yeah, since my body is tingling from the cold, a hot chocolate sounds like a super idea.” David replied.<br />
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“I hope your body’s tingling with more than just the cold,” Olive remarked.<br />
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“Let’s grab that hot chocolate to go and when we get home, I’ll let you know,” David replied with lust in his eyes. <br />
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Seeing the same look in each other’s eyes, they ordered their drink then made a quick retreat home.<br />
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<br />
David wasn’t too pleased on how Saturday morning started off. When he awoke and looked out the window, all he saw was white. The city was being hit by what the weathermen call a bad weather front. All David could call it was a pain in the ass. This stupid snow was surely going to put a huge damper on their engagement party.<br />
<br />
“God, I hate winter,” he growled as he stomped to the bathroom and slammed the door abruptly, waking Oliver out of a sound sleep. Oliver turned onto his back as his body slowly came to life. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and listened to his Brat ranting and raving behind the closed door.<br />
<br />
“Stupid snow!” he heard David growl out. “After all our work and planning to make this evening a perfect night, finally being able to get all our friends and family together and now this.” As David vented, he got more and more upset to the point where he couldn’t contain his anger any longer and threw the bar of soap against the wall, making not only a loud thump but also causing a bottle of mouthwash to slip off the shelf and crash against the floor. “Damn! Damn! Damn!” David yelled out. <br />
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Oliver, shaking his head, threw the covers off, grabbed his robe and made his way to the bathroom door. “David Bradford, open the door this instant. I’m getting a headache hearing all that noise coming from inside,” Oliver ordered.<br />
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Trying to gain some control, David slowly opened the door. He warned Oliver against walking over broken glass when his Top made his way into the bath.<br />
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“What’s got you in such a foul mood this morning, David?”<br />
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“The stupid snow is all. Didn’t you look out side and see what’s going on out there?” David’s tone was still disturbing.<br />
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“No I did not. I didn’t get a chance to even wake up properly with World War Three taking place in our bathroom,” Oliver replied. “So what’s going on out there?”<br />
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“Only a major disaster; we’re in the midst of a major snow storm,” David ranted as he finished cleaning up the glass. Grabbing a wet towel from the laundry basket, he swept it over the floor to ensure he picked up any stray shreds of glass that he may have missed.<br />
<br />
“David, for Pete’s sake calm down. The weather is supposed to clear up by this afternoon so everything will work out.”<br />
<br />
“Oh who made you a weather man? Did you get a degree while I was sleeping last night?” David retorted, his anger returning as he thought of all the guests who may not be able to make it over tonight.<br />
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“David!” Oliver warned as he moved towards his Brat who was kneeling by the tub. “I suggest you change that attitude this instant or the weather is going to be the least of your problems this morning.”<br />
<br />
David looked up at his Top to see dark clouds gathering in his eyes. This day was supposed to be the first of great days on the way to their wedding and now it was getting spoiled. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t control this bad mood that had swept over him. <br />
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“Fine!” David snapped as he got up and swept past Oliver, leaving the wet towel on the floor. <br />
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Oliver followed him into the bedroom and stood leaning on the door frame, watching his young man continue to rant and rave as he began pulling clothes out of the top dresser drawer in search of something to cover his naked frame.<br />
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“Jesus Christ, where the hell are my undershorts?” David mumbled to himself. “Didn’t you do a wash yesterday, Oliver? It was your turn.”<br />
<br />
That was it. Oliver had had enough. With tiger-like swiftness, he moved across the room to grab David by the arm and lead him to the bed. Without giving his Brat time to protest, Oliver promptly placed David’s naked body over his lap where David found himself on the wrong end of pain. Oliver laid down quick but hard slaps on David’s bare buttocks, until the skin turned a pinky rose and the sounds of sobs and ‘I’m sorry’ could be heard coming from below.<br />
<br />
Oliver lifted David up and placed him gently on the bed. David for his part laid his head down on the pillow and let the tears flow out hard and heavy. Oliver remained where he was, but reached out to rub his Brat’s back until the tears subsided. <br />
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David finally took one last deep breath and then turned on his back to look up into Oliver’s eyes. Finding love and forgiveness in those blue orbs, David sat up to throw his arms around Oliver’s neck. <br />
<br />
Oliver held his partner close but remained silent. He waited for David to start the conversation. He didn’t have to wait long. After a minute or two in Oliver’s arms and the final result of the spanking, all the tension melted away.<br />
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“I’m so sorry, Ollie,” David began. “I don’t know what came over me; seeing that snow just put me on a downward spiral that I couldn’t control.”<br />
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“Do you think working long shifts, then coming home and start working on this engagement party, then getting ready for a new career change may have something to do with it, kiddo?” <br />
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David knew that though Oliver didn’t come right and state it, he heard an ‘I told you so’ in his tone of voice. Oliver had warned him to slow down, but off course David always thought he knew better and as usual the end results usually finished off the way it just had a few moments ago.<br />
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Sheepishly, he gave Oliver a smile and a warm kiss on his neck as he pulled out of his arms. In a calmer mood now, David found the basket full of clean clothes sitting on the corner chair, just where Oliver had left it last evening. <br />
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“Where did this basket come from? I swear it wasn’t there a few minutes ago.” David chuckled as he grabbed up his clean clothes and began to dress. Oliver followed suit. While they dressed the conversation moved to the party this evening and how great it was going to be to finally share their great news with the ones they loved. The conversation and planning continued down the stairs as well as over breakfast. As Oliver had informed David about the forecast, by noon the heavy snow had stopped leaving the ground covered in a white sparkling blanket.<br />
<br />
Mamma Rosa’s staff arrived around 6:00 pm to begin setting up the warming ovens, placing the items to be cooked into the ovens and of course setting up the serving tables. By the time the guests were ready to arrive, the place looked spectacular, not to mention the tempting aroma swarming through the air. <br />
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Oliver’s family was the first to arrive. His father, Charles, and step-mother, Penny, were the first and followed closely by his brother, Danny, and his wife, Dee, then Steve and his wife, Mindy. His step-sister, Jennifer, and her boyfriend, Alex, were the last of Oliver’s family to arrive. His mother, Corrine, called to let them know she would be a little late due to a problem at work. Although their parents were divorced, their relationship was amicable. David took all their coats and hung them in the closet. <br />
<br />
“All right, young man,” Oliver’s father remarked. “What’s all the mystery that has all us out on a wintery night like this?”<br />
<br />
“In due time, Dad,” Oliver told him. “We have to wait until all the other guests arrive. Why don’t you take everyone into the dining room and grab some appetizers and drinks?”<br />
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“My brother, the mystery man,” Steve remarked as he led the way.<br />
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“Did you have any problem getting babysitters for the twins?” David asked Danny<br />
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Dee replied before her husband could. “No, we have a regular sitter; an elderly widow lady who is more than happy to come anytime we ask to babysit Trevor and Tara.”<br />
<br />
“How old are they now?” Oliver asked his sister-in-law.<br />
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“They’re five. Can you believe it? Time sure does fly,” she replied.<br />
<br />
“So David,” Jennifer’s boyfriend, who was a police officer himself asked. “How do you like the NYPD?”<br />
<br />
“I love it; thanks for asking.” David remained respectful but not overly friendly to this man. His feelings towards David’s sexual preference were no secret.<br />
<br />
Oliver led the way into the dining room just as the doorbell rang. David’s family arrived all together in his father’s mini-van. David lost his mother at a young age, but when his father David Sr. married Rose Marie, she quickly won David’s heart with her warmth, charm, tenderness and love. As a matter of fact it was she and not his father whom David came out to first. <br />
<br />
Rose greeted him with a warm hug while his father shook his hand with a strong, warm grip. David’s three step-sisters, Tracy, Patty and Mellissa, came running into the house as a group.<br />
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“Where’s that handsome man of yours, Davey?” his sister Tracy asked.<br />
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“Showing his family into the dining room, so come on in and hang your coats in the closet,” David answered.<br />
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“Where are your husbands, gals?” he asked as they walked toward the dining room.<br />
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“Our baby sitter cancelled at the last moment and we couldn’t get another,” Tracy volunteered.<br />
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“Mine had to work late,” Patty stated before adding, “and you know Mellissa’s husband, Billy, is so anti social and hates parties.”<br />
<br />
“He doesn’t hate parties, Patty. He…..” She stopped in mid-sentence, a deep pink hue shading her face.<br />
<br />
“What my little sister is trying not to say is that it’s not that he hates parties, he’s just not too fond of the fact that his brother-in-law lives with a man. That’s okay, sis, we can manage here tonight just fine without him.” David was used to Nick’s rebukes so he didn’t take offence. <br />
<br />
When the rest of the guests, Elliot and Don, and a few fellow police officers and some of Oliver’s close friends in the news business arrived, the party was complete. Everyone was having a great time and enjoying the wonderful food and conversation, but kept hounding the two men for the reason they were all gathered together.<br />
<br />
So, after everyone had had their fill of Mama Rosa’s great food, Oliver took David’s hand and led him to stand in front of the anxious group. <br />
<br />
“Alright, everyone,” he started. “David and I would firstly like to thank you for sharing this lovely evening with us and we would like to inform you that you have just been a part of our engagement party.” Oliver let the news sink in before he continued. It only took a few seconds before Oliver’s mother began to whoop with joy, followed closely by his step-mom and the rest of theie family and friends.<br />
<br />
“Oh my God, son,” Charles Newman spoke for them all. “When did you decide this?”<br />
<br />
“Well, Dad, and everyone else, that is in part because of our second piece of news. I was offered and accepted the position of editor at a major Cambridge paper and David is being transferred to the Cambridge Police Department, so since it is legal to marry in Massachusetts, we decided to tie the knot.” This bit of news was met with a little less enthusiasm but all in all everyone was delighted with the Oliver’s news.<br />
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During the rest of the evening, the details of the wedding were discussed as well as the move. The night went by quickly and as David and Oliver bid farewell to their final guest at around midnight, they were very pleased with how the party turned out, even if the day started off a little rocky. After helping the staff clean up and carry the equipment to the vans, the two men slipped off to bed tired but elated. <br />
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Tomorrow would begin the first part in their new journey.<br />
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<br />
"Do you have the tickets Oliver?” David asked his partner as they headed out the door to JFK.<br />
<br />
“For the tenth time, they’re in my coat pocket,” Oliver replied, grabbing their overnight bags from the hall floor. “Let’s go or we’ll be late”<br />
<br />
“I’m sorry, Ollie. I guess I’m a little anxious about finally seeing our new home and all”<br />
<br />
“I know, kiddo, so am I, but I’m also a little excited as well”<br />
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“Yeah, so am I, new life here we come,” David stated as he followed Oliver to the car.<br />
<br />
They touched down in Boston’s Logan airport at 10:00 am and were met by the realtor they had hired. Mrs. Hartley was a gentile, senior lady, who absolutely looked the part of a high class realtor. She was draped in furs and drove a new model Cadillac. She had an infectious laugh and soft-spoken manner that relaxed the two men immediately. As she drove them to their new condo, she spoke of the benefits of living in Cambridge and how they were going to feel like home in no time at all.<br />
<br />
It took about forty minutes to get to the Condo and both Oliver and David were impressed by what they saw. The building had an old fashion look to it. The builders had built the high-rise with a homey look in mind. They put siding on instead of the usual brick, which lending to the down home appeal. Even the color, a smoky blue, was inviting.<br />
<br />
The lobby was an open space concept with the post office boxes on one wall and the 24 hour manned security desk on the other. David noticed the monitors displayed every corridor, elevator as well as the laundry room. <br />
<br />
After formerly introducing themselves to the security guard, they made their way up to their condo. Mrs. Hartley informed them the condo was 3,783 square feet. That it had three bedrooms and was built in 1900. <br />
<br />
“The Scotts have moved already, due to the fact that their new home was ready earlier than predicted, so the date you were given to move in is no longer valid, so gentlemen you can move when ever you feel you are ready. That is of course, if you like the place,” she hesitantly added.<br />
<br />
“What’s not to like!” David exclaimed as he and Oliver moved from room to room. David was the first to run downstairs to the family room on Level 1. To his amazement and thrilling surprise, he found the pool table in the middle of the beautiful hard oak floor.<br />
<br />
“Mrs. Hartley?” David hesitantly asked. “Are the Scotts coming back for the pool table or does is it included with the place?”<br />
<br />
“They asked me to offer it to you, because they will have no need for it in the new place. That is of course, if you enjoy pool.”<br />
<br />
“You bet I do! We can keep it, can’t we, Ollie? I mean, just think of the fun we can have with it.”<br />
<br />
“Of course, we can keep it. I love playing pool.”<br />
<br />
“Well that’s settled. Now, gentlemen, you can also see that this level also has two bedrooms, a storage space and a room that Glen used as an office. A half-bath can also be found in the corner. Now if you will follow me upstairs, I can show you the rest of the rooms.” <br />
<br />
After taking a peek into each room, the men followed the realtor to the second level where they viewed the dining room, kitchen, living room, master bedroom and bath. The loft style was exactly what they were looking for. The final selling point was the glass-enclosed balcony off the kitchen.<br />
<br />
Turning to the senior lady, Oliver asked if he and David could have a few moments alone to discuss a few details. She readily agreed and made her exit, leaving the two men sitting around the outdoor table.<br />
<br />
“Well, baby, what do you think? Do you think we could be happy here?” Oliver asked.<br />
<br />
“Oh my God, Ollie, I love it! I already have the homey feeling, don’t you? You can have your office downstairs, we can entertain our friends in the family room, and there’s enough space for family and guests when they come calling. The price is right as well, and with our combined salaries, we can afford the Condo fees, right?”<br />
<br />
“I’m sure we can. Okay, if you’re up to it, let’s sign the contract.”<br />
<br />
“When can we move? Do you think we can be here by the end of the month?”<br />
<br />
“I can’t see why not. The couple who are buying our brownstone are prepared to move in at any time. You already gave your notice so you only have one shift left. Let’s tell her we can move in the next two weeks.”<br />
<br />
“I love you, Ollie. This is going to be a great place to start our new life.”<br />
<br />
“Ya, and just think of the fun we’ll have christening the place.”<br />
<br />
“Oh, the thought of that is making me hot. Let’s sign that contract so we can get back to the hotel and start working on that.”<br />
<br />
Mrs. Hartley was very pleased on how quickly the men made up their minds. She had a feeling that she had a buyer; after all, this lovely place sold itself. After the contracts were signed, she took them up to the top floor to meet the president of the condo board. <br />
<br />
The wide double doors were opened by a tall, black, elegant man in his early fifties, or so they guessed. Standing next to him was this young Asian man in his thirties.<br />
<br />
“Ah, Mr. Eric Flemming,” she addressed the older man. “I would like you to meet your newest residents, Mr. Oliver Newman and Mr. David Bradford.”<br />
<br />
Handshakes were exchanged as Flemming stepped aside to allow them to enter. <br />
<br />
Mrs. Hartley told them she had to run to file the contract but informed Oliver and David that she would be available at their convenience to hand over the keys which were at her office. After they paid adieu to the lady, Flemming introduced them to the young man. <br />
<br />
“I would like to introduce you to my partner, Phillip Yen.”<br />
<br />
“Hi, nice to meet you,” David stated as he shook the young man’s hand, followed by Oliver.<br />
<br />
“Phil, why don’t you show David the rest of the place, while I have a small chat with Oliver?”<br />
<br />
“Okay. Come on, David, let’s start in the game room. It’s my favorite room in the whole place.”<br />
<br />
When the older men were alone, Flemming offered Oliver a drink. Oliver accepted the crystal wine goblet filled with a very expensive white wine from Flemming’s outstretched hand, then made his way into the living room and took the seat that was offered to him by the fireplace. Flemming sat in the adjacent chair.<br />
<br />
“Well, Oliver….may I call you Oliver?” Flemming asked.<br />
<br />
“Only if I can call you Eric.”<br />
<br />
“Of course, by all means,” Eric laughed as he took a sip of wine. “Now I would like to take this opportunity to let you know about a few of the rules we have around here.”<br />
<br />
“By all means; I was wondering if there were any ground rules to follow.”<br />
<br />
“Indeed there are, Oliver. First of all as Mrs. Hartley as no doubt told you, this building is made up of all gay partnerships; some being threesomes. We come from all walks of life and occupations. Myself, I am a retired university professor, while my partner owns and runs his own book store. Some of our couples are into BDSM, while others have a Top-Brat relationship, myself and Phil being the latter. The only rule we have on this subject is no discipline or domineering actions in public. We are very up-front about our relationships, however we don’t need or want it thrown in each other’s faces. Now do you have a problem with that?”<br />
<br />
Oliver let out a huge chuckle as he rolled his wine glass between the palms of his hands. “Eric, you don’t know how pleased I am to here you tell me this. David and I are also in a Top-Brat relationship. We have been from the very beginning and I can assure you, we are very discreet. I also do not believe in disciplining David in front of witnesses.”<br />
<br />
“Wonderful…wonderful….I have a great feeling that you will be very happy here. By the way, what is your occupation, if I may ask?”<br />
<br />
“I’m about the take over as editor of the Cambridge News and David is a police officer and will be joining the Cambridge Department the first week in March.”<br />
<br />
“Excellent occupations, Oliver. Now that the ground rules have been laid out, what do you say on us joining our Brats on the grand tour.”<br />
<br />
“Sounds like a great idea,” Oliver concurred as he finished his wine and placed the goblet on the end table coaster.<br />
<br />
After the tour, the four men said their good-byes. David and Oliver headed to the hotel to make a few phone calls. The first call was to Elliot to let him know they had taken the place. Afterwards, they called the new owners of their brownstone to inform them they could move on a earlier date than was originally stated at their last meeting. Finally, they called Mrs. Hartley to arrange a time to pick up the keys to their new home.<br />
<br />
Oliver and David’s last two weeks in New York went by like a house on fire. David finished his last two shifts, while Oliver made all the arrangements with the moving company for the move. On David’s last shift, the hostage negotiation team had a going away party for him, and presented him with a lovely set of cufflinks. He promised to wear them on his wedding day as the “something new’ article. They were all touched and made David promise to send them all invitations. He happily agreed to do so.<br />
<br />
Finally the day came to leave. It was both a wonderful but sad day. Saying good-bye to Elliot and Don was hard, but knowing they were only a few hours away made the departure much easier. The men decided to drive Oliver’s SUV to Cambridge and leave David’s old clunker behind. Don stated he knew a young man who was looking for a fixer-upper, so David agreed to sell it for just what the Blue Book price was. He would buy a new vehicle in Cambridge when they were settled.<br />
<br />
All their furniture and personal effects had left the day before, so it should all be waiting for them when they arrive in their new dwelling. Elliot had offered them the guest bedroom for their last night in New York, but they opted to sleep in bedrolls in front of the fireplace. They made sweet love to each other for the last time in the brownstone, and when they arrived at the new condo, they made love once again to christen the place properly.<br />
<br />
After they were settled into their new place, Eric Flemming phoned to inform them that there was going to be a welcome-to-the-building party for them in the common room on Saturday evening. It would give them the opportunity to meet all their new neighbors. David couldn’t wait; he was so excited. He may finally get a chance to meet some other Brats, whom he could hang around with, and discuss their mutual relationship with Tops as well as discipline relationships in general.<br />
<br />
David also took the time before he had to report to work on Monday, to interview wedding consultants to help plan the wedding. He had it narrowed down to two. So he made a list of questions to ask them both, such as how long have you been wedding planners, how many weddings do you plan in a year, have you ever planned a gay wedding, do you attend the wedding or do you send a staff member, how many hours do you dedicate to the planning, do you have one set fee or do you charge for every different step, do you offer different package deals, are you willing to help set up interviews with bands, florist, etc, and will you attend these meetings with us?<br />
<br />
The final decision came down to the time the planners were willing to give the men. The company called ‘It’s About Time’ which was started by a couple of women after same sex-marriage was made legal in Massachusetts and who strictly planned Gay and Lesbian weddings and only worked on two or three weddings at a time so they could give a lot of attention to their wedding, was the most appealing. After consulting with Oliver and going over his notes, Oliver agreed with David to hire that company. David called the head of the company, Barb Jones, who was very pleased to have been awarded the contract. The two made plans to meet in the latter part of next week to get begin the planning. David let out a sigh of relief at the thought that the first major hurtle had been handled with little trouble. <br />
<br />
Saturday finally arrived. David took extra care in picking out what he was going to wear at the party. He wanted the sharp but casual look so he decided on a pair of black denims, a blue T-shirt under a brown suede suit jacket. To finish the look, he decided on his black cowboys boots. Oliver let out a chuckle as he entered the bedroom to the sight of David checking himself out in the mirror.<br />
<br />
“Boy, who are you trying to impress tonight?” Oliver teased his Brat.<br />
<br />
“No one; I just want to make everyone envious of the man who has the sexiest fiancé in the whole state.”<br />
<br />
“Aren’t we full of ourselves this evening?”<br />
<br />
“Well as my old partner at the NYPD always told me, if you got it, flaunt it. So that’s what I attend to do.”<br />
<br />
“Oh brother,” Oliver rolled his eyes as he grabbed his black suit jacket from the closet. Like his partner, he went the extra mile to look impressive for the get together. He decided to wear his tan dress pants and cream dress shirt under the suit jacket. He debated with himself about a tie, but decided to just leave the top button undone. He wore his black leather shoes to finish off his outfit. Along with David, he looked mighty fine. <br />
<br />
They arrived down stairs at exactly 9:00 pm as they were told and were greeted at the door by both Eric and his Brat, Phil. Oliver took a quick look around the room and immediately he felt a warm welcoming feeling surrounding him. Approximately forty men were gathered around various areas. Some were at the bar, others were helping themselves to the food that was laid out on tables along the back wall, while others were just milling around deep in conversations.<br />
<br />
Eric tapped his wine glass with a fork to get everyone’s attention as he introduced and welcomed Oliver and David to the building. He told the two men to go work the room and make their own introductions. He also told them to help themselves to some food and drink as everything was on the house.<br />
<br />
The first couple to come forward was an elderly couple that Oliver and David came to know as Harold and Jimmy. Harold told Oliver that he and his partner have been together almost 25 years and plan to celebrate their 25th anniversary by tying the knot. Oliver informed them that he and David were also planning on getting married next January. <br />
<br />
As the evening progressed, they managed to meet every occupant of the building. David discovered along with himself and Phil, there were four other Brats. There was Craig who was a dentist and his Top Gary who was a lawyer. Then he met Carter who was a carpenter and his Top Roger who was an architect. Soon after, he was introduced to the third Brat, Emanuel who was a teacher and his Top Jesus also a teacher. Finally at the end of the evening, he met George who was an entertainer and his Top Kent who was his manager. All the Brats made a date to meet at the local coffee shop Sunday afternoon if their Tops gave them permission. Telephone, cell numbers and emails were exchanged so they could coordinate the time. <br />
<br />
Oliver along with meeting all the Tops that David did also had some pleasant conversations with another group that practiced BDSM. All in all, it was a great evening for them both as new friends were forged. In the elevator on their way back to their condo, David asked and was given permission to meet his fellow Brats at the coffee shop. David immediately texted Phil and soon received a full speed ahead message that permission had been granted to all, so the meeting was set for Starbucks at 2:00 pm tomorrow. David texted back to say he would be there with bells on.<br />
<br />
David couldn’t wait to get home from the coffee shop to share his delight with Oliver. It was such a pleasure to be able to discuss his relationship with other men who could relate with such certainty like these men could. They discussed their various rules and the consequences of breaking them. David was shocked to hear how severe a couple of the Tops could be. He thanked his lucky stars that Oliver didn’t believe in using instruments like paddles or straps to carry out his punishment. They also talked about how they all got into a discipline relationship in the first place, along with comparing each other’s Tops. <br />
<br />
When David came through the door he was simply beaming. Finding Oliver in the family room watching CNN, he jumped into his lap and after laying a deep kiss on Oliver’s soft lips, he softly whispered, “Hey Ollie, thank you for being you. I love you so very much and I thank my lucky stars every day you came into my life.” <br />
<br />
“I take it you had a great afternoon.”<br />
<br />
“I can’t begin to describe the great time I had. What a joy it is to have other Brats to talk to. We agreed to meet once a week if possible to continue where we left off.”<br />
<br />
“I’m so happy for you, baby. Now let’s go upstairs and plan what to have for dinner, then I thought we’d have a quiet evening and go to bed early since we both start our new jobs tomorrow.”<br />
<br />
“What a great way to end the day. Come on let’s get planning, I’m starved.”<br />
<br />
“You mean to tell me, you didn’t fill yourself up on doughnuts at the coffee shop? I thought no police officer could resist doughnuts.”<br />
<br />
“Ha, ha, ha, very funny. No, despite the stereo type of police officers and doughnuts, this is one cop who wants to keep his figure and besides that, you know I’m not a big fan of those things.”<br />
<br />
“Ya I know. Come on, what do you say to cooking some pasta in cream sauce?”<br />
<br />
“Yummy, let’s go. I’ll boil the water and while you prepare the sauce.”<br />
<br />
Arm in arm they climbed the stairs to the kitchen. As Oliver had stated, the evening was quiet and restful and they were in bed by 10:00 pm. Tomorrow was going to be a full and exciting day for them both.<br />
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<br />
Since David had to report to the station first and Oliver had no set time he had to arrive, the older man waited around so he could drive David to work since his young man hadn’t found just the ‘right’ car yet.<br />
<br />
“Are you nervous, kiddo?”<br />
<br />
“A little, I mean patrol is a little different for me, but I’m sure I’ll catch on real quick. What I’m really nervous about is meeting my partner. I hope we get along.”<br />
<br />
“Just be yourself and everything will work out.”<br />
<br />
“Easier said than done some times. Aren’t you nervous?”<br />
<br />
“Well I have to admit, I’m a little nervous about being in charge. I’ve never really been the boss before.”<br />
<br />
“Oh you’ll have no problems in that department, of that I have no doubt,” David teased as he pulled Oliver in for a comforting hug.<br />
<br />
“Okay, kiddo, if you’re ready, let’s get going. I don’t want you late for your first shift.”<br />
<br />
“I’m ready, let’s roll.”<br />
<br />
As Oliver pulled up to the Cambridge Police Station, he just squeezed his partner’s hand. He didn’t want to embarrass him with a goodbye kiss in front of the policemen who were gathered outside or making their way into the station. David on the other hand didn’t give a hoot what the other officers thought. They may as well know right from the start he was in love with another man. So he leaned in and gave his Top a good bye kiss much to Oliver’s surprise and pleasure.<br />
<br />
“Have a great day and give me a call if you need a drive home and David…..”<br />
<br />
“Yes sir?”<br />
<br />
“Be careful and keep yourself safe. I love you.”<br />
<br />
“Love you too, Ollie. Good luck as well on your first day. Bye.”<br />
<br />
David leapt out of the car and barreled up the stairs. He was very impressed with the look of the station. It had recently been up-dated and modernized to meet 21st century needs. The front desk was made of oak which had the police emblem carved into the front. David’s chest began to puff out in pride as he took in all his fellow police officers running around, getting ready for the shift change. He was going to part of this family and he knew just by instincts he was going to fit in perfectly.<br />
<br />
Walking up to the desk, he took notice of the Sgt. sitting behind the bullet proof glass. He was a mountain of a man whose face bore the scars of many years on the force. His name tag read Millar.<br />
<br />
“Hello, Sgt. Millar. I’m Officer David Bradford and I was told to report to Lt. MacDonald this morning.”<br />
<br />
“Oh yeah, Bradford, our transfer from the great NYPD. Felt like slumming eh, young man?”<br />
<br />
“On the contrary, Sarge. I felt like moving up in the world so that’s why I transferred to this fine Department.”<br />
<br />
Despite himself, the Sgt. began to smile at this young man in front of him. He immediately took a liking to his bravado and sharp mind. Millar wasn’t an easy man to please, but if he took to you, you had a friend for life and a man you could count to be in your corner when needed. David didn’t know it, but he had just met his rabbi; a fellow police officer that acts as a guide, confidant, and friend.<br />
<br />
“Have a seat there, Officer Bradley, and I’ll page MacDonald.”<br />
<br />
David took a seat in the reception area and within minutes the Lieutenant he only met on the web interview, came waltzing through the huge glass doors to the right of the front desk. MacDonald extended his hand as he walked towards David.<br />
<br />
“Welcome to the Cambridge Police, David. Now if you’ll follow me, we’ll get some final forms filled out and then I’ll take you to the locker room where you can change into your uniform. After that, you’ll get to meet your new partner.”<br />
<br />
David had just finished tying his shoes when he heard the locker room door open. He looked up to find Lt. MacDonald standing next to a dark haired man, whom David guessed to be in his mid-thirties, and that this man was to be his new partner.<br />
<br />
“Officer Bradley, I’d like you to meet your new partner, Michael Jenkins”<br />
<br />
“Hello, David, or do you prefer Dave,” Jenkins smiled as he held out his hand for a handshake.<br />
<br />
“David will do just fine and what about you; do you like Michael or Mike?” David replied as he grasped the outstretched hand in a firm grip.<br />
<br />
“Mike works just great with me and if you’re in a mellow mood, you can even call me Mikey. That’s what my life partner calls me. Yeah, I said my life partner. His name is Chris Robinson and he works out of Vice. Do you have a problem with that?”<br />
<br />
“Hell no, I have a partner as well. His name is Oliver Newman and he has just been made editor of the Cambridge News,”<br />
<br />
“A reporter, eh? That’s interesting. Well if you’re ready, we have to be at roll call in two minutes. We can get better acquainted in the car.”<br />
<br />
“Lead the way, partner.” David gave a small bow as he gestured towards the door.<br />
<br />
“Officer Bradley,” MacDonald began. “Before you go I would like one final word with you. Officer Jenkins, would you mind leaving us alone for a moment or two? I’ll make sure Bradley gets to roll call.”<br />
<br />
With a nod, Jenkins left the room, leaving the two men alone.<br />
<br />
“David, I hope you don’t mind that I partnered you with a fellow gay officer. I felt it would make the transition to your new duties go a little smoother.”<br />
<br />
“Lieutenant, I’m very comfortable with my sexuality and it wouldn’t of mattered if my partner was straight or not. But I think Michael and I are going to get along just fine, so let’s just leave it at that for now. Okay, sir?”<br />
<br />
“Very well put. Now let’s get you to roll call, shall we?”<br />
<br />
After roll call, Michael led David to their patrol car. After doing a spot check to ensure all was in order, they began to patrol their designated area. Michael was an easy going individual who had a contagious laugh. <br />
<br />
After a few moments of small talk about the neighborhood, David cleared his throat then asked, “Mike, is the Lieutenant homophobic? He gave me the impression he was a little uncomfortable with our first conversation in the locker room.”<br />
<br />
“Yeah, he’s old school, you understand. But he’s trying real hard to accept the fact that there are gays in his department. He’s not that bad of a guy. He tries to be fair and all, but at times he does side with the straight guys when it comes to conflicts.”<br />
<br />
"Are there a lot of gays in the department?”<br />
<br />
“Besides us? Let’s see; I think there’s about a half dozen that have come out and I suspect there’s a few more that haven’t, for one reason or another.”<br />
<br />
“Interesting; and speaking of interesting, that Sgt. Millar looks like a real character?”<br />
<br />
“He is. You should hear some of the stories he tells, and by experience, I’m sure you will.” Michael chuckled. “He’s been with the department for at least twenty years. He started on patrol but a few years ago he asked to be put on desk duty because he felt he was slowing down and he didn’t want to endanger the life of his partner if he couldn’t keep up. We all feel that was ridiculous, but it was his own choice, so we all respected his move.”<br />
<br />
“He’s very distinguished looking, isn’t he?”<br />
<br />
“Yeah, I guess. So what do you say we park this puppy and go take a walk around the neighborhood? Let me introduce you to the fine citizens that make up this fine city.”<br />
<br />
“Sounds great; let’s go!”<br />
<br />
At the same time David was being given the tour of the city, Oliver was getting the tour of his new paper.<br />
<br />
Oliver took a deep breath before he stepped across the threshold on the Cambridge News. As he walked into the lobby, he was greeted by a young blond woman in her early twenties.<br />
<br />
“Good morning, sir. Welcome to the Cambridge News. My name is Sally. How may I help you?”<br />
<br />
“Good morning, Sally. You may help me by pointing the way to the editor’s office.”<br />
<br />
“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. But we don’t have an editor at the present time. We’re awaiting the arrival of our new gentleman but he hasn’t arrived yet.”<br />
<br />
Not wanting to let this woman know right away he was the man they were all waiting for, Oliver kept the conversation going.<br />
<br />
“Oh, do you know anything about the new editor?”<br />
<br />
“Only that he’s a former photo journalist but with a lot of news background. My friend, Jenny, met him once when she freelanced for Newsworld, and she says he’s really sexy.”<br />
<br />
“Well, that’s a great quality for an editor; photo journalist I mean, not the sexy part.”<br />
<br />
Sally let out a nervous laugh as it suddenly dawned on her that she was actually speaking to the new editor.<br />
<br />
“You’re Mr. Newman, aren’t you?” she asked as her face turned a light shade of red.<br />
<br />
“Guilty as charged I’m afraid.” <br />
<br />
Standing up, she came around the desk and held out her hand for a greeting. “Welcome to your new home, Mr. Newman. I think you’re going to enjoy working here.”<br />
<br />
“Well if the rest of the staff is as engaging as you are, I believe you are correct.”<br />
<br />
“Just a moment while I buzz Mr. Waverly, who’ll be your second-in-command.” <br />
<br />
“Thank you, Sally. It will be my extreme pleasure to wait here with you for Mr. Waverly.”<br />
<br />
Oliver smiled to himself as he noticed her face get an even deeper shade of red. He knew he was flirting with her, but as David always told him, a little flirting is good for the heart. After a few seconds, a giant of a man entered the lobby. By the research Oliver did on his new employees, he knew immediately this was Alex Waverly.<br />
<br />
“Hello, Alex. It’s nice to finally meet you face to face after our brief conversation on the phone.”<br />
<br />
“Welcome to Cambridge and to the Cambridge News, Oliver. I see you’ve met our guardian of the gate, Sally.”<br />
<br />
“Yes, and it was a very joyful experience. Now may we go and meet the rest of the staff? I’d like to get started my editing job as soon as possible.”<br />
<br />
“Of course, Oliver, this way please,” Waverly held the old wooden door open for him.<br />
<br />
Before he left the lobby, Oliver turned to the receptionist one last time. “Keep up the good work, Sally. It will be great seeing your smiling face every morning.”<br />
<br />
“Thank you, Mr. Newman.” As she watched him exit, she couldn’t help but think how her friend was right on the money, he was sure sexy. ‘I wonder if he’s single?’ she thought to herself. She’d have to make a few inquiries.<br />
<br />
Oliver was very pleased with his office. He loved the three walls of glass. It gave the room an open welcome invitation to all the staff, which Oliver found appealing. There were blinds of course that he could draw when he needed the privacy, but he hoped they would seldom be used. <br />
<br />
There was a huge oak desk in front of a huge picture window that looked out unto the city. A lap top computer sat in the middle of the desk, as well as leather file baskets on the left outside corner. The only other item on the desk was a name plate which read; Oliver Newman, Editor in Chief. Two leather chairs sat facing the front of the oak desk, as well as a matching black leather sofa on the side wall to the right. <br />
<br />
Oliver placed his briefcase on the desk then made his way into the news room. He took the time to speak to each reporter separately, asking them all about themselves and what exactly was their job was at the paper. When he had left the room to go pay a visit to the printing area, the staff gathered around one desk to discuss their new boss. They all agreed he seemed pleasant enough and he also seemed easy to get along with. ‘Approachable.’ stated one reporter. All in all, they were very pleased with him so far.<br />
<br />
The employees in the copy and printing department echoed the same sentiment as the reporters. Oliver also felt the same about the whole staff. He wasn’t naïve of course to think it would all be easy sailing, but he hoped with a lot of hard work to go with the spirit of openness and cooperation, things would work out great.<br />
<br />
The day flew by quickly for both he and David. David called him around 3:00 pm to tell him his partner, Michael, had offered him a drive home. Oliver, after inquiring how his day was going, told him he’d see him at home around seven o’clock. <br />
<br />
David informed him that he would be home around 4:30 so he would get dinner started. “How does steak and potatoes sound?” he asked. Oliver told him it sounded terrific then hung up to continue going over news copy so they could lay the paper to rest.<br />
<br />
Oliver walked into the condo around 7:15 to the smell of burning potatoes and the sound of the smoke detector blaring throughout the rooms.<br />
<br />
“David! David! What’s going on in here? Is there a fire?”<br />
<br />
“Oh hi, Ollie,” David sheepishly stated as he peeked his head around the corner. “No, there’s no major fire. I’m just getting used to this oven and I guess I set it too high for the baked potatoes and they began to burn. When I opened the oven door, smoke escaped which caused those damn sensitive smoke detectors to go off. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to give you a fright.”<br />
<br />
“That’s okay, just as long as you’re not hurt,” Oliver said as he grabbed a step ladder in order to reach and shut off the smoke alarms before the whole floor felt the need to call 911.<br />
<br />
“I think we better change the location of these things or buy some of those new ones that have remote control shut off switches,” David suggested as he helped Oliver down.<br />
<br />
“Sounds like a super idea to me. Now why don’t you fix us both a salad to go with those steaks while I take a shower?”<br />
<br />
“Yes, Master.” David bowed in a mock sign of subservience.<br />
<br />
Oliver gave his Brat a teasing swat on his behind as he passed. “Don’t get smart, Mister, or you’ll find yourself eating dinner standing up.”<br />
<br />
David, knowing Oliver was only teasing, blew him a kiss before reaching into the fridge for the salad fixings. He smiled as he heard the soft refrain of laughter coming down the hall. <br />
<br />
Over dinner, they told each other about their first day at work. David told him all about his new partner and all the interesting people he met on patrol. Oliver told him all about his staff and about the receptionist working the lobby. David shared a laugh or two when Oliver told him how he shamefully flirted with the girl.<br />
<br />
When the meal was over, David got up to clear the dishes and ask Oliver what he wanted for dessert.<br />
<br />
Oliver pushed the dishes out of the way, grabbed David by the waist and sat him on the table. <br />
<br />
“This is what I want for dessert,” Oliver growled as he reached out and ran a finger down the front of David’s trousers. David let out a moan as the fingers began to rub him through the cloth.<br />
<br />
David’s legs were trembling now as Oliver kissed him fully on the lips and he arched into both the moving hand and the kiss. As Oliver’s fingers kept up the pressure, David parted his lips and Oliver’s hot tongue slid in to greet him; his legs pushing in between David’s opened thighs. The kiss went on forever until Oliver pulled away. He stared deeply into his partner’s eyes as he carefully unbuttoned David’s pants and slid the zipper down. David’s breath was coming in small gasps as he felt Oliver’s fingers delve inside to move his underwear aside and stroke David’s now erect penis.<br />
<br />
Easing his legs around to a half-sitting position, David gave easier access to Oliver’s hand. The older man didn’t miss the opportunity to pull his young partner’s penis out of his pants so he could stroke and fondle it some more.<br />
<br />
David loved the sensation of being touched like this. “I love you,” Oliver whispered as he kissed David again then traced his tongue down the young man’s neck, being careful not to leave marks as he nibbled him with his teeth.<br />
<br />
“Ohhhh…I love you too,” he moaned as Oliver pulled him further to the edge of the table, easing him up to slid the trousers and underwear over his hips and down David’s thighs until they fell to the floor.<br />
<br />
‘Mmmmm,” Oliver cooed as he got off the chair to kneel in front of his partner. When Oliver’s mouth engulfed him, David nearly flew off the table; the feeling of pleasure was so intense. He closed his eyes when he felt Oliver’s tongue licking his flesh and his fingers fondling his testicles. He tipped his head back and let out a deep moaning sound as a sense of overwhelming joy enveloped him.<br />
<br />
David’s hands grasped Oliver’s shoulders as Oliver’s mouth moved up and down faster now as he took all of David’s erect member into his mouth. David was bucking up to reach the mouth as it moved up and down and he felt fingers probing at his entrance as well fondling his scrotum. He deliberately relaxed as he felt Oliver’s middle finger make its way inside his anus. As soon as Oliver found the magic spot inside his young lover, he knew the end was near. He felt the grip on his shoulders grow stronger as David’s seed came pouring into his mouth and down his throat.<br />
<br />
“Oh my God, Ollie, that was fantastic,” he stated as he kissed and tasted himself on Oliver’s lips.<br />
<br />
“Ya, it was.” Oliver unzipped his own jeans and pulled his erect penis out. He nudged David’s legs open again then placed them over his shoulder. After inserting his fingers in David once again to prepare him properly, he then slid his erection into David with little effort. The table was rocking dangerously as the dirty dishes fell over one by one unto the tile floor, making a crashing sound with every thrust. David gripped the sides of the table as his head fell back in total ecstasy as Oliver pulled out a little then slowly moved back in and out again.<br />
<br />
“I’m so happy you belong to me, my little Brat,” Oliver gasped as he soon began quickening the pace. He gripped David around the waist as the younger man, knowing the end was near, forced his muscles to grip Oliver’s penis hard. Small moans could be heard as Oliver pressed himself in as far as he could until the last drop was released.<br />
<br />
When it was over, Oliver placed tiny kisses all over David’s smiling face. He then helped him up and helped him redress. They both looked down at the broken china surrounding the table. In unison, they burst out in laughter. <br />
<br />
“I hated that pattern anyway,” Oliver remarked as he helped clean up the mess<br />
<br />
“Yes, me too. Maybe we’ll get a new set as a wedding gift.”<br />
<br />
“One can only hope.”<br />
<br />
After the mess was cleaned up, they went down stairs to play a little pool then off to bed where they contently fell asleep in each others arms.<br />
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<br />
“I don’t want Uncle Henry at our wedding!” David’s voice was just below a scream as he expressed his sentiment about Uncle Henry for the tenth time.<br />
<br />
“Look, David, he’s your only uncle on your mother’s side. It would be a great insult to both of them if he didn’t get an invitation.”<br />
<br />
David let out a loud sigh. The task of putting the finishing touches on the guest list was getting very stressful. He knew the caterer would have to have an approximate number when they met with him next weekend, but it was a struggle to keep the list small yet fair to everyone.<br />
<br />
“Look, Ollie, he won’t come. So why waste a stamp on him?” <br />
<br />
“I’m through having this discussion. Uncle Henry is on the list, period. Now let’s move on.”<br />
<br />
“But…….”<br />
<br />
“No buts, I said that was the end of the discussion and I mean it. Besides, if you’re sure he won’t attend the wedding, your problem of him being there is solved, so forget it. Now how many of your police buddies in New York do you wish to invite?”<br />
<br />
“Well my Sgt. and the Chief of course and all the members of my Tactical Team, so I guess that’s ten.”<br />
<br />
Oliver smiled to himself at hearing just a hint of a lingering complaint about Uncle Henry in David’s tone, but he was pleased to see that his young Brat also knew when to stop making his point and move on as his Top demanded. <br />
<br />
“How about a cup of tea, kiddo?” Oliver asked as he got up and stretched his weary muscles that were beginning to tighten up from sitting over this list for such a long period of time at the dining room table.<br />
<br />
“Sounds great, I’ll get the kettle boiling while you pick out the flavor you would like.”<br />
<br />
The two men began moving into the kitchen when the doorbell rang. “You get the kettle, Dave, while I get the door.”<br />
<br />
Oliver reached the door at the second ring to find their wedding consultant on the other side; her arms full of folders.<br />
<br />
“Good morning, Mr. Newman,” she smiled up at him.<br />
<br />
“Barb, I told you to call me Oliver, okay?”<br />
<br />
“Right…..uh Oliver, I keep forgetting how informal you and David are. It’s like a breath of fresh air, let me tell you.”<br />
<br />
“We’re just about to partake in a cup of tea. Would you like a cup?”<br />
<br />
“I’d love one. Thank you, Oliver,” Barb replied as she made her way to the dinning room table and dropped her files besides the guest list.<br />
<br />
“David, Barb’s here. Grab another cup from the cupboard.”<br />
<br />
“Hi Barbie,” David’s voice rang out from the kitchen<br />
<br />
“Hello, Dave. How you doing this fine morning?”<br />
<br />
“Well to tell you the truth, this guest list is giving me a slight headache but other than that, I’m great.”<br />
<br />
Barb let out a small chuckle. “I hear that at almost every wedding I plan, that the guest list was the worst hurdle to cross.”<br />
<br />
“What kind of tea would you like, Barbie?”<br />
<br />
"Whatever you two are having will be fine with me, thanks.”<br />
<br />
“Barb,” Oliver asked. “Why does my young man call you Barbie?”<br />
<br />
“Well he says my face reminds him of a cute Barbie doll his sister had when she was younger, so he just turned Barb into Barbie. I think it’s sweet.”<br />
<br />
“Knowing David as well as I do, that makes perfect sense.” They shared a laugh as David walked into the room carrying a tray with three china cups and a matching tea pot, creamer and sugar bowl. He set it down in the middle of the table in order to give the consultant a warm hug.<br />
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“Well what do you have for us today, Barbie?” David asked as he began serving.<br />
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“After our meeting last week, I narrowed down the list of bands, photographers and florists to three each. Today I would like you guys to make the final decision so we can book them.”<br />
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“Okay, let’s start with the bands,” Oliver suggested.<br />
<br />
“Fine, as you remember, your final three picks were Joe and the Boys, The Imposters and finally Kahootz. Let’s go over their files and see if one of the groups stands out more than the other two.”<br />
<br />
After discussion their wants and needs for a band back and forth, the men came to a consensus that the band Kahootz met their needs. The eight member band made up of seven men and one woman was based out of Boston and they work very closely with their clients. The band featured two talented and versatile solo vocalists. The musicians offer bass, keyboard, guitar, saxophone, trombone and drums. They could play selections from Motown, 80’s dance, rock, contemporary hip-hop, country or rhythm and blues. They could even offer a smaller version of the band for the ceremony and the rehearsal dinner if needed. They guaranteed to keep the party hopping all night long.<br />
<br />
Barb picked up her cell phone and called the number listed on the band’s web site. In a few short minutes, she had the band leader on the phone. When all the questions were asked and answered to everyone’s satisfaction, the band was booked. It was also agreed upon that they would all get together later in the year to discuss the music in greater detail.<br />
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“Well that was an easy process, now on to the florist. May I suggest ‘Boston Blossoms’? I’ve worked with them in the past and they meet my high expectations. They know exactly what flowers go with what season and their decorating techniques are magnificent. They will have the place looking like a winter wonderland. They will also work hand in hand with the catering staff to ensure that everything is in balance and in perfect harmony with your theme.”<br />
<br />
“If you have a great working relationship with them, I can’t see why we wouldn’t go with them. Do you agree, David?”<br />
<br />
“I trust Barbie’s judgment, so I say let’s go with ‘Boston Blossoms’.”<br />
<br />
“Well that just leaves the photographer. Oliver, as that is your area of expertise, do you have time to go over the list we narrowed down?”<br />
<br />
“As a matter of fact I do, and I even went as far as to call a couple in preparation for this meeting.”<br />
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“Did you make a choice?” she asked.<br />
<br />
“Yes I did and if David approves, I think we should go with The Eric Limon Studios. I looked over his portfolio and his pictures capture the feeling and emotions of that special day and I like the fact that he is informal and very lay back. He understands that a wedding is one of the most memorial days in a couple’s life and a time to celebrate love, joy, friendship and family. Also to top it all off, he specializes in gay weddings.”<br />
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“What are his credentials, Ollie?’ David asked.<br />
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“He’s been a professional photographer for ten years and for the last five years he’s been only shooting weddings. If you’d like to go to his studio and look over his work, David, that will be fine with me.”<br />
<br />
“No, just as I trust Barbie on the florist, I trust your judgment on the photographer. If you’re happy with this guy, I say let’s not waste any more time and book him.”<br />
<br />
“Oh my, you guys make my job so easy. Let’s give this Eric a call shall we, then I’ll call the florist.”<br />
<br />
“While you do that, Barb, I’m going to make us another cup of tea.”<br />
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“Thank you, Oliver, I could sure use another cup,” Barb replied as she dialed the cell phone.<br />
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By mid afternoon as Barb was getting her files together to leave. They worked out the details for their trip to the South Shore to stay at the Red Lion Inn. The Red Lion Inn was the place they booked for the wedding as well as the reception. It was located in Cohasset, Massachusetts. It was a very popular location for weddings and they insisted on having all the details worked out in advance so they could start planning. Barb had booked them a couple of rooms for next weekend so they could meet with the manager and catering staff to go over the details. It was decided that they would take Oliver’s car and would leave early Friday afternoon.<br />
<br />
At the door, Barb asked, “Did you pick out your wedding bands yet? David told me you were going band shopping last week.”<br />
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“All we did was window shop, but I think tomorrow we’ll actually go into a couple of jewelers and have a look around,” Oliver answered as he helped the young lady on with her coat.<br />
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“Have fun,” she stated as she placed a kiss on both their cheeks then bid them good-bye. When the men were alone once more, they cleaned up the table. Then they decided to give Eric and Phil a call to enquire if they would like to go out to dinner. Eric and Phil agreed to meet them down in the lobby at 5:30 pm. From there they would walk the few blocks to their newly-found favorite restaurant for a night of good food and conversation. <br />
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The evening ended with a night cap in the Flemming apartment, then off to bed. As Oliver and David snuggled under the blankets they went over the days events. They were both pleased with the progress of the wedding and their new-found friendship with Eric and Phil.<br />
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Oliver picked David up at the precinct after his shift so they could grab a bite to eat then go ring shopping.<br />
<br />
“Gee, I’ll be happy when I get a car of my own,” David grumbled as he put his seat belt on.<br />
<br />
“Why? You don’t like me picking you up?” Oliver teased.<br />
<br />
“No, you know I love the fact that you pick me up. It’s just that I feel like I lost a bit of independence or something.”<br />
<br />
“I know, kiddo. Maybe the right car will come along soon; you’re just too picky about what exactly you want.”<br />
<br />
“I know, I know. Enough about my mode of transportation; where do you want to eat?”<br />
<br />
“What about that Italian place close to Babini’s?”<br />
<br />
“Next to Babini’s? Does that mean we can get that set of weddings bands we saw there?” David was starting to get excited.<br />
<br />
“I think so. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about our discussion on traditional rings vs. rings that mean something special to us and the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of those burnished rainbow sapphire Eternity bands we saw in Babini’s window last week. I also remember the look in your eyes when you spotted them, so I figured there’s no harm in going in and taking a closer look.”<br />
<br />
“Oh Ollie, I love you even more this second than I did the second that just past. To hell with dinner, let’s go straight to the jeweler. We can eat after.”<br />
<br />
“Ha! Why did I know that was going to be your response? Let’s go.”<br />
<br />
Babini’s was a small intimate family jewelry store in downtown Cambridge that catered to the unique style of this generation. A smartly dressed gentleman met them at the door and directed them to the ring counter. He then introduced them to their ring specialist, who directed them to a couple of stools. <br />
<br />
“What can I do for you gentlemen this fine day?” he spoke with a slight accent that Oliver guessed to be of a European nature.<br />
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“We would like to look at those rainbow sapphire Eternity bands, please,” David answered the man.<br />
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“Ah, I see the gentleman has an eye for fine pieces.” The man kept on talking as he pulled out the rings from under the jewelry case and placed them on the counter in front of the two men. “You may have your choice of 14k white or yellow gold for the band which you can see here and you can also have it made with a satin or high polish look. No matter what choice of band you choose, it will be set with burnished sapphires in the natural colors of the rainbow. Would you like to try them on, gentlemen?”<br />
<br />
David took the white gold band and placed in on his left ring finger which was absent of his engagement ring since he couldn’t wear it at work. He held it up for Oliver to inspect.<br />
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“Oh Ollie, isn’t it just perfect? I like the white gold, don’t you?”<br />
<br />
Oliver slipped the yellow gold one on his finger and placed his hand over David’s. After comparing the two settings, he agreed the white gold was much more elegant looking and it suited them better than the yellow.<br />
<br />
“I think we’ve made our decision. We would like these rings in white gold, please.” Oliver informed the man behind the counter.<br />
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“Excellent choice, sir. May I ask when the date of the wedding?”<br />
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“We’re getting married on the 22nd of January next year,” Oliver informed him.<br />
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“That will give us plenty of time to size and engrave them. Do you wish to leave them here or take them home and bring them in at a later date?”<br />
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“Let’s leave them here. When do you need the sizing and engraving information?”<br />
<br />
“If you could come back in late October or early November, that would give us plenty of time.”<br />
<br />
“That’s perfect, don’t you think, David?”<br />
<br />
“Just super, Ollie; that suits me just fine.”<br />
<br />
“Well, gentlemen, all that’s left is the terms of payment. Will that be cash or charge?”<br />
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“Charge, thank you,” Oliver informed the clerk as he pulled out his wallet and placed his Platinum American Express they’d ordered expressly for the wedding expenses, on the glass counter.<br />
<br />
David excused himself to look around for ideas for attendant gifts while Oliver concluded the transaction. He spotted a couple of great items which he thought would be perfect and made a note of them in his mind. <br />
<br />
Leaving the store, Oliver took David’s hand in his as they headed for the restaurant. “So are you pleased with our wedding bands, my love?”<br />
<br />
“Oh Ollie, having rainbow rings, which symbolizes our gay wedding is just about the most perfect choice we could have decided on. I can’t wait to have it on my finger.”<br />
<br />
“Me either. I’m glad we didn’t go with the traditional, because that certainly is not us, is it?”<br />
<br />
“No it isn’t. I just wish I could wear it while on duty, but the force has regulations about no jewelry of any kind while on duty,” David stated as he pulled his engagement ring from his coat pocket and placed it on his finger.<br />
<br />
“Where did that come from? I thought you kept that at home.”<br />
<br />
“No, I take it to work and place it in my locker so I can slip it on as soon as my shift is over. I was so excited about going ring shopping tonight that I just put the box in my pocket to put it on later.”<br />
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Approaching the restaurant door, Oliver lifted David’s ring finger to his lips and placed a tender kiss upon it. <br />
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David smiled sweetly as he led the way into the establishment. Over dinner, they held hands and discussed the trip next weekend to the Red Lion Inn. They could hardly wait.<br />
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<br />
As promised, Barb Jones met David and Oliver at their place at three pm. Along with her briefcase she pulled out a small overnight bag and threw them in the trunk of Oliver’s car, before jumping into the spacious back seat. She told the men her associate/partner would be meeting them at the inn tomorrow morning. <br />
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<br />
It only took a couple of hours to reach their destination and as they pulled into the drive, David became more and more excited. The old inn had originally been built in the 1700’s. It was spectacular and just as he pictured it. <br />
<br />
After they checked-in, they were shown to their rooms and told the manager would meet them in the main lobby in thirty minutes. That gave them just enough time to unpack and freshen up. <br />
<br />
The manager, who Oliver guessed to be in his early forties, met them at the bottom of the lobby staircase and introduced himself as Ivan. After the introductions were made, he led the way to the Lion’s Hall. They entered the hall through the wooden canopy of one of the outside terraces. David and Oliver clasped hands as they took in the surroundings; the post and beam construction, the balconies all around the top of the room, the central staircase, the chandeliers, the tables with their linen tablecloths and a ceiling so high that it appears to reach to the heavens. <br />
<br />
“Oh my God, Ollie, just look at this place. Isn’t it just perfect? Can’t you see it in your mind’s eye? You and I will be at the bottom of the stairs facing Don, with the band at the top of the stairs, and our family and friends behind us. I can just see us walking through this door and down this long, white-carpeted hall to the foot of these magnificent stairs.” David had to stop talking because he was overcome with emotion. <br />
<br />
Barb found herself reaching for a Kleenex to wipe a tear away when she noticed Oliver swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. <br />
<br />
“I’m so happy to hear how pleased you are with the Lion’s Hall. Now if you would, let us move to the private reception rooms where you may hold your rehearsal dinner,” the manager suggested, leading the way. <br />
<br />
They walked back to the lobby then to a short covered walk outside to the other side of the Inn. He showed them three private rooms. The one they finally chose was the Yellow Room which is one of the oldest rooms in the inn and featured exposed beam ceilings, a large fireplace and French doors to an outside porch area. The room would accommodate fifteen to twenty guests which would be perfect for their rehearsal dinner guests. <br />
<br />
“Before I leave you for the evening, my final task is to show you our honeymoon suites. The guest’s rooms are all identical to the rooms you are staying in this evening, so I don’t have to show you those. The ones I will show you are the ones for your immediate wedding party and of course, yourselves. <br />
<br />
They walked up the stairs making small talk until they reached a door that had a number nine on it. Ivan unlocked the wooden door and stood aside to let them enter. <br />
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“As you can see,” he stated, “this room would be perfect for one set of parents. It has a king-size, four-poster bed with a fireplace and cathedral ceiling. Another perfect room for the parents is room eight next door. It also has a king-size poster bed and fireplace but the difference is the sunken living area.” He paused to let the men and their consultant look around and discuss who would stay in what room. <br />
<br />
After waiting for questions and hearing none, he led them to guest room ten which held two queen-size beds, a jacuzzi and a fireplace. This room was connected to guest room twelve which had a king-size four-poster bed, fireplace and jacuzzi and French doors leading to another balcony. <br />
<br />
“This would be perfect for Don and Elliot,” David said and Oliver agreed with him. <br />
<br />
“Now to the honeymoon suites,” Ivan said as he led the way down the hall. “We have two suites for your inspection.” He unlocked suite number one and bid the men to enter first. <br />
<br />
“Wow, Ollie, look at the jacuzzi in front of the fireplace. Isn’t that romantic?” <br />
<br />
“It sure is, kiddo. I like the two sitting areas and the king-size poster bed.” <br />
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“You will also notice, gentlemen, that this room has a private elevator and a separate walk-in shower.” Ivan reported. <br />
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“Very nice, Ivan,” Oliver noted. “May we look at the other room to compare the two?” <br />
<br />
“Of course, sir. This way please.” <br />
<br />
Guest room fourteen was a large room with two sets of French doors opening to separate balconies. It also had a four-poster king-size bed, a sitting area with a fireplace and the bathroom held a jacuzzi and shower.<br />
<br />
Oliver felt a lot more comfortable in this room. It had a more intimate feeling than the other but he waited for David’s opinion before he spoke. <br />
<br />
“Ollie, I don’t know about you, but I like this room better than the other. It’s more…I don’t know…it has a more romantic feel to it. What do you think?” <br />
<br />
“My sentiments exactly. Ivan, we’ll book this room as well as room twelve for our best man and his partner. We will let you know about the other rooms by the end of the month, if that’s all right?” <br />
<br />
“That, sir, is perfectly alright with me. If you will excuse me, I will go immediately to my office and book these rooms and I will see you tomorrow morning when you have your meeting with our head chef and the head of the catering department.” <br />
<br />
“I thank you for your time and I look forward to our morning meeting.” Oliver shook the manager’s hand followed by David, then Barb. <br />
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By the time the tour was over, the group was ready for dinner. They made their way to the Cave Du Roi lounge, where they made themselves comfortable on one of the velvet lounge sofas and partook to drinks and sandwiches. By nine pm they said good evening and went to their separate rooms, agreeing to meet for breakfast at eight am, before their nine am meeting. <br />
<br />
David had a hard time settling down as plans and preparations kept running through his head. All of a sudden, he felt the blankets being pulled off his body as Oliver couldn’t stand his partner’s tossing and turning any longer. <br />
<br />
“That’s it, David. Either settle down or get out of bed and go for a walk or to the gym or whatever you have to do to relax. You’re about to drive me crazy with your thrashing about and sighing every ten seconds.” <br />
<br />
“I’m so sorry, Ollie. I wasn’t aware I was keeping you awake. Although I’m very tired, I can’t seem to shut my mind off. All I can concentrate on is the wedding.” <br />
<br />
“Fine, but it’s like I just stated, if you don’t do something to settle down, I’ll really give you something to concentrate on rather than the wedding. You know what that is, so the decision is yours.” <br />
<br />
David swallowed hard as he looked into the eyes of his Top and realized he was dead serious. So with just a little hesitation, he slipped out the warm bed, grabbed his novel from the nightstand and made his way to the lounge chair by the fireplace. <br />
<br />
“Fine, I’ll just read for awhile. Should I try and read in the dark in case the light disrupts your beauty sleep?” <br />
<br />
Even if someone was meeting David for the first time and wasn’t used to his tone of voice, it would have been obvious his words were dripping with sarcasm. Sarcasm he immediately regretted when he witnessed Oliver slip out of his side of the bed and make his way across the room in a couple of steps. <br />
<br />
The older man pulled his Brat off the seat, turned him around and gave him four hard swats on his pyjama-covered backside. That’s all it took to start the tears spilling down David’s face and the ‘I’m sorry’ to spill out of his mouth. <br />
<br />
Oliver took him into his arms for a comforting and forgiving hug then led him back to bed. “Do you think you can fall asleep now, baby?” he asked. <br />
<br />
“Well to be perfectly honest, I think a little exercise would go along way to aid in the process and I know exactly what type of exercise I want to participate in.“ <br />
<br />
Oliver let out a deep chuckle as he pulled David closer. “To tell you the truth, I think I could use a little exercise myself. Come here, my little exercise buddy.” <br />
<br />
They made love and fell asleep in each other’s arms. They didn’t wake up until the wake-up call came in at seven am. <br />
<br />
After their showers and shaves, they got dressed and met Barb in the dining room for breakfast. At 8:45 they made their way to the head chef’s office to go over the menu. The meeting lasted over two hours due to the fact that David kept changing his mind on the dessert menu. After finally deciding on a five-layer cake, the three said their good-byes and then made their way back to their rooms to pack. <br />
<br />
On the elevator ride down to the lobby, David did his best to convince Oliver to let him go into the village and do some shopping. It took a little bit of pleading and puppy dog eyes but finally Oliver gave in, but only after he made David promise he would not purchase anything too expensive without his approval. David reluctantly agreed as the doors opened into the foyer. <br />
<br />
Barb and David made their way to the car while Oliver paid the bill. <br />
<br />
“Hey Barb, I want you to help me pick up some extra gifts for the parents and special guests.” <br />
<br />
“Oh no you don’t, Dave. You’re not dragging me into this. I remember distinctively that Oliver stated the only gifts that could be purchased were for your best men. The fact that the others guests rooms are being paid for is gift enough according to what Oliver stated.” <br />
<br />
“Oh come on, Barb. I know Oliver and after he sees the gifts, he’ll agree it was a good idea.” <br />
<br />
“Are you sure?” the wedding planner asked hesitantly. <br />
<br />
“Positive! Trust me, I know my partner. Under all that grumbling and stuff, he’s a real soft touch.” <br />
<br />
“Okay, if you’re sure.” <br />
<br />
David was about to answer when he spotted Oliver coming across the parking lot. He threw the last of the suitcases in the trunk, then walked over to the side door and opened it for Barb before jumping in the front passenger seat. <br />
<br />
“We all set?” he asked Oliver as the driver’s door opened. <br />
<br />
“All set. I got the directions to the village and how we can make our way back to the city without backtracking.” <br />
<br />
The conversation on the short ride was casual and light. It took about twenty minutes to get to their destination and find a parking area. Oliver announced that he was going to find a book store and hopefully a coffee shop. David informed him that he and Barb were going shopping for gift ideas for Elliot and Don. They agreed to meet back at the car in ninety minutes. <br />
<br />
Before they parted, Oliver took David in his arms for a hug and a whispered warning in his Brat’s ear to remember not to purchase anything too expensive and most importantly, not to buy gifts for anyone except the best men. <br />
<br />
If only Barb had heard those whispered words, she may have been able to spare David some pain. Unfortunately for the young man, she didn’t. Unsuspectingly, she took David’s offered hand and began the treasure hunt. <br />
<br />
The two had no luck at the first two shops but when they reached the third, David struck pay dirt. He found beautifully strung pearl bracelets which had a toggled closure accented with a silver charm. They were on sale for fifty dollars each and for an extra thirty dollars, a memory box with an engraved inscription was included. <br />
<br />
“Oh Barb, aren’t these perfect for the women?” David was practically beaming as he held out the bracelet and box. <br />
<br />
“I agree, David. Any woman would love to receive one of these.” <br />
<br />
“Great! Sir….” David called the manager over and handed him a slip of paper. “I’ll take nine of these, please, and here is the date I want engraved on the charm. O the memory boxes, you can put the words ‘with love and appreciation on being a part of our special day. Love, David and Oliver’.” <br />
<br />
“Now I need something special and unique for the men. Do you have any suggestions?” <br />
<br />
“Well, sir, if you follow me to the watch counter; I would like to show you a special watch that just came in yesterday. “ He pulled out a simple-looking, silver watch with a black leather strap. With one push on the stem, the watch face lifted to reveal a secret compartment where a special photo could be placed along with a date. <br />
<br />
“Wow, David; that is so neat!” Barb exclaimed as she took the watch from the store manager’s hand. <br />
<br />
“I’ll say and I have just the perfect picture.” David pulled his digital camera from his backpack. After filtering through a few frames, he came across the one he was looking for. It was the picture that his dad had taken of him and Oliver at their engagement party. It was, as everyone stated, the perfect picture of the two men as they gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes. <br />
<br />
“How much are the watches?” Barb asked. <br />
<br />
“With taxes they come up to a hundred and ten dollars each, which includes the picture insert and engraving.” <br />
<br />
“Great, I’ll take them. I’ll need…hmmm, let me see; nine for the family members, two for the best men, one for the MC, one for the guest book attendant, and of course, one each for me and Oliver. So that’s thirteen.” <br />
<br />
The manager was beside himself with joy at the amount of money he was going to make in just a few moments. He took the flash card from David’s camera into the back so he could scan the picture into his computer and to add up the bill. <br />
<br />
“Oh by the way, sir, what do you want engraved on the watches?” <br />
<br />
“The same as I gave you for the bracelet.” <br />
<br />
“Fine, sir, I will be right back.” <br />
<br />
The wedding planner had a bad feeling about how much David was spending, but it was really none of her business so she bit her tongue and began to browse around while David waited to pay the bill. <br />
<br />
The manager came back with the total. “Mr. Bradford, the grand total for you today will be $2365.00 with the taxes included. Will that be cash, check or charge?” <br />
<br />
David pulled out the credit card designated for the wedding expenses. “Charge, please.” As he signed the receipt, he didn’t give one thought to the consequences of his actions. He gave the manager the number of the Cambridge Police Department with instruction to call him there when the work was done. “I want Oliver’s watch to be a surprise,” he explained. <br />
<br />
“That will be fine, sir. It will take a week or two to complete the work.” <br />
<br />
“That’s great. Thank you for all your assistance.” <br />
<br />
“You’re very welcome and thank you for your patronage, Mr. Bradford.” <br />
<br />
They were just getting to the car when they spotted Oliver making his way down the street. <br />
<br />
“Perfect timing, did you find a coffee shop?” <br />
<br />
“Yes I did, along with a quant little book shop that specialized in hard-to-find books. How about you two, any luck?” <br />
<br />
“Yes as a matter of fact, I got these neat watches for Elliot and Don. Each has a secret compartment where our picture can be placed. I chose the one my dad took at our engagement party. Okay?” <br />
<br />
“How much were the watches, David?” <br />
<br />
“They were only a hundred and ten dollars each. I think our best men are worth it, don’t you?” <br />
<br />
“I guess,” Oliver let out a chuckle. “Of course they are, kiddo; you did good. Now let’s get back to the city as you have the early shift in the morning and Barb must be anxious to get back.” <br />
<br />
On the way back into the city, more wedding plans were discussed along with time schedules and other odds and ends. It was around four pm when they pulled up to the apartment. After helping Barb with her luggage and good bye hugs, David and Oliver made their way upstairs. They were both tired and hungry, so after a small meal of grill cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, they took a shower and went to bed. <br />
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<br />
During the month they were back, everything had settled into a routine once again. Work was going fine and the wedding plans were moving ahead smoothly. The responses were coming in and the final list was being updated. David’s behavior was above reproach and only once since they returned from the Lion’s Inn did Oliver have to shoot him a warning look. Unfortunately for David, his luck was about to change. <br />
<br />
Monday morning started off in the usual manner, breakfast was made and eaten, and David made the bed while Oliver cleared the dishes. As David made his way back to Oliver, he was putting the finishing touches on his uniform. When his tie was secured and his hat brushed off, he gave Oliver a good-bye kiss and started out the door. <br />
<br />
“Hey kiddo, wait up. I’ll walk down with you and grab the mail.” <br />
<br />
“Okay, but hurry up. I only have thirty minutes before roll call.” <br />
<br />
“I’m coming now. Let’s go.” <br />
<br />
They exchanged pleasantries in the elevator and once more kissed farewell at the mail box. As Oliver began sorting through the mail, he reminded David of the dinner invitation with Eric and Phil. <br />
<br />
“I remembered and I’m looking forward to it. Don’t worry. If nothing happens at work, I’ll be home on time. If not, I’ll give you a call.” <br />
<br />
Oliver gave an understanding nod as he knew police work wasn’t always a nine to five day. He had just begun opening the Master Card statement as David made his way to the car. In the elevator once more, Oliver’s eyes examined the statement more closely and he noticed the owing balance. <br />
<br />
“What the hell?” he said to himself. “This balance is kinda high. Staying at the inn didn’t cost that much; did it?” As he examined it more closely, his gaze fell upon an amount that made his blood pressure rise. There was a balance owing at a jewellery store for well over two thousand dollars. Immediately on entering the apartment, Oliver called information for the store number and then impatiently dialled it. <br />
<br />
After the fourth ring, a soft-spoken gentleman answered. “Good morning, Precious Memories Jewellers. This is Andrew, how may I assist you?” <br />
<br />
“Yes, this is Oliver Newman and I just received my Master Card bill. I noticed a substantial amount was charged at your establishment and I was wondering if you could give me more information.” <br />
<br />
“I will certainly try, sir, if you don’t mind giving me your credit card number, the amount owing and the date the purchase was made.”<br />
<br />
Oliver obliged and then waited while Andrew went to look it up on his computer. He thought he wouldn’t be able to stand that annoying music being played in his ear for another second when Andrew’s voice finally came back on the line. <br />
<br />
“Mr. Newman, I have the information right here. On the date in question, a Mr. David Bradford purchased nine pearl bracelets with memory boxes and thirteen specialized watches. Do you know a Mr. Bradford and does he have signing authority on this card?” <br />
<br />
“Oh yes, I know him and he did have signing authority, but I have strong feeling that is about to change.” <br />
<br />
“Ah…..yes, sir. That decision is of course up to you, but what do you wish me to do with this order. We haven’t started the engraving or the digital picture process, so it’s not too late to cancel the order.” <br />
<br />
“I’ll have to think about it for a day or two. Hold off on the work for a couple of days and I promise I’ll get back to you.” <br />
<br />
“That’s fine, sir. I’ll put a note right on the work order to wait until a Mr. Newman calls to finalize order.” <br />
<br />
“Thank you, Andrew, for your help. I promise to get back in touch with you one way or the other.” <br />
<br />
“Goodbye, sir, and I hope you have a good day.” <br />
<br />
“You as well.” <br />
<br />
After Oliver finished his call, he called Eric to inform him that he and David would not be attending the dinner tonight because David’s little arse would be to sore for him to be able to go anywhere. Eric told Oliver he completely understood and did not pry into the reason why Oliver’s Brat was about to get disciplined. <br />
<br />
Oliver voluntarily shared the information with his friend and fellow-Top. “When we were at the inn, my little Brat went to a jewellery store and made a huge purchase after being told not to. And to make it worse, he lied about it when I asked him what he had bought. That’s two major rules he broke; the promise to me not to purchase anything and the lie. So he is about to feel my full disappointment.” <br />
<br />
“It sounds like you’re thinking of using a paddle. Are you?” <br />
<br />
“Yes, I think I have to. I don’t use it very often. As a matter of fact, I think I only used it once in our relationship. But breaking two rules is enough to sanction it, so I’m strongly considering it.”<br />
<br />
“Well, my friend, that decision is entirely up to you. But I agree, the paddle should be considered in these circumstances. Oliver, after the discipline is over and you think you and David are up to it, please still come up and visit. It’s an open invitation.” <br />
<br />
“I’ll keep that in mind, Eric, and thanks for listening.” <br />
<br />
“Anytime, my friend. After all, who else can understand what you’re going through than another Top?” <br />
<br />
“You got that right. See you later.” <br />
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<br />
David unsuspectingly came through the door at four-forty pm with a huge smile on his face and his arms outstretched for an embrace. The smile quickly turned to a frown and a chill of fear moved up his spine when he spotted the coldness in Oliver’s eyes and the open Master Card bill on the table. <br />
<br />
‘Oh fuck,’ he thought to himself as the realization of the consequences he was about to face over the gifts purchase began to set in. Another shiver ran through him as he also became aware of the paddle placed strategically next to the bill. <br />
<br />
“I’m in for it, aren’t I?” he asked when he was finally able to speak. <br />
<br />
“You could say that, David. And since you are aware of it, let’s not waste anytime on pretext. Please remove your pants and shorts and place yourself over my lap.” <br />
<br />
“Won’t you give me a chance to explain, Ollie?” <br />
<br />
“Oh, you’ll have plenty of time for that, young man. Now, as you say in the police world, please assume the position.” <br />
<br />
“But why the paddle, Ollie? Can’t you just use your hand?” <br />
<br />
“I am going to use my hand, but because of the severity of your actions, your broken promise and your lie, you will be getting ten swats with the paddle at the end of the hand spanking. Is that understood?” <br />
<br />
Knowing he had no other choice, David finished stripping and placed his body over Oliver’s lap. Oliver rubbed the soft backside gently before his hand came down for the first hit. David was beginning to weep as soon as the first of many slaps of skin on skin reined down; one cheek and then the other, until David’s skin took on a very rosy glow. <br />
<br />
When the spanking stopped, David braced himself for what was coming next. Oliver once again rubbed the bare skin, then informed his Brat he was about to begin the second part of his punishment. David’s sobs grew louder as the cold hardwood made contact with his raw skin; five swats on one cheek and five swats on the other. By the time the last of the ten had landed, David was shaking and crying uncontrollably. Oliver dropped the paddle and in one smooth motion, lifted his Brat onto his lap. <br />
<br />
David threw his arms around Oliver’s neck and buried his head in the crook of his Top’s neck. “I’m so very sorry, Ollie. I was wrong to break those rules, but I got so carried away with all the wedding plans, I didn’t stop to think of what I was doing. I’ll call the jeweller tomorrow and cancel all the orders except the two watches for Elliot and Don.” <br />
<br />
“Let me think about the gifts tonight and I’ll give you my decision tomorrow. For now, I want you to go have a bath and put on something comfortable. If you’re up to it, we can still go see Eric and Phil for drinks.” <br />
<br />
“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather stay home. I’m not up to making conversation tonight.” <br />
<br />
“Okay, that’s fine with me. Now go take your bath and then get ready for bed. I’ll be up in a few moments to wash your back; then I’ll tuck you in.” <br />
<br />
“Does that mean I’m forgiven?” <br />
<br />
“Yes, baby, you’re forgiven. You’ve learned your lesson the hard way and I know you’ll never make that mistake again.” <br />
<br />
After they kissed, David jumped off Oliver’s lap and made his way upstairs. A few hours later, they were in bed snuggling and discussing the gifts and their upcoming visit to Elliot and Don's for the July fourth weekend. <br />
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<br />
As the wedding couple settled down in their cabin, David’s thoughts went back to their wedding day. Time just seemed to fly in the last months of preparation. <br />
<br />
<br />
They had spent the July 4th holiday with Elliot and Don who presented the couple with their wedding gift. A honeymoon cruise to the sunny Caribbean. The two men were floored by their friends generosity and after a few minutes of ‘Oh no, this is too expensive’ and ‘We can’t possibly accept this’, Elliot finally convinced them to shut up and accept the gift with grace. Oliver gave up the argument and humbly thanked them both. The time spent with their closest friends went by in a blur and before they knew it, David and Oliver were heading back to Cambridge.<br />
<br />
Over the next several months, David met with the wedding planner on a by-weekly basis to finalize the event. The tuxedos were purchased and altered, the menu for the reception was completed and the wedding bands were sized, engraved and ready to be picked up.<br />
<br />
By late November all the invitations were back. Out of the 200 invitations, 190 RSVP’d back in the positive. Their friends from Russia sent their regrets. Although they would have loved to attend, a VISA was out of the question for such a reason as a wedding. Although David and Oliver were disappointed, they understood completely and passed on those sentiments to their Russian comrades.<br />
<br />
By December, David was beside himself with nerves and anticipation. It took all his willpower to concentrate at work. Oliver, though anxious, was handling the upcoming event with more calmness than his partner which was a good thing. A calm Brat was enough to handle but a nervous one kept a Top on his toes. It was good that Oliver had a clear head.<br />
<br />
One December evening, just before Christmas, the boys met with Barb and the two soloists of the band they had chosen. The band named ‘Kahootz’ came highly recommended and had played for numerous gay weddings since gay marriage became legal in Massachusetts. Over cocktails, they reviewed the music for the wedding.<br />
<br />
“Well when Oliver and I enter the room and walk down the aisle together, I want ‘For You’ by John Denver, if that’s okay with you, Ollie?” David asked.<br />
<br />
“Of course, baby, that’s perfect. Now if I may make a suggestion, when we’re lighting the unity candle I would like ‘Everyday’ by Rascal Flatts to be sung and for our first dance it should be ‘The Perfect Gift’ by The Canadian Tenors. Our next door neighbor gave us this group’s Christmas CD last week and we both fell head over heels in love with that song. Are you familiar with it?” Oliver asked Leon Spradley, the lead soloist. <br />
<br />
“No sir, I am not but Amy and I have plenty of time to learn it so ‘The Perfect Gift’ it will be.”<br />
<br />
“May I suggest,” Amy Ellis, the other soloist stated, “that as the guests are being seated for the wedding, we play soft instrumental love songs and as everyone gathers for the reception awaiting the wedding party, we play up beat and jazzy stuff.”<br />
<br />
“Sounds great to me,” Oliver commented. “What about you, David? Are you okay with that?” <br />
<br />
“Sure, and we’ll leave the song list up to you guys,” David replied. <br />
<br />
After the singers left, Barb took out her final list. “Okay guys, you had your Russian friends involved in the wedding and now that they’re not coming have you thought of replacements?”<br />
<br />
“As a matter of fact,” David interjected. “I have. I thought my fellow police officer and partner, Michael, could do the reading that Martin was going to do and Phillip could take care of the guest book. What do you think, Ollie?”<br />
<br />
“Well it seems you got that all worked out, so Michael and Phillip it is.” <br />
<br />
“And your master of ceremonies is…?” Barb asked.<br />
<br />
“Oh that would be Phillips partner, Eric Fleming,” Oliver informed her.<br />
<br />
“Okay. Well you boys have a great Christmas and I’ll be in touch in the New Year for the final touches.”<br />
<br />
David escorted her to the door and before she left, he handed her a tiny box all wrapped up in rainbow paper and ribbon. “Merry Christmas, Barb, and thanks for all your help.”<br />
<br />
“Oh David, how thoughtful; may I open it now? I can’t wait until Christmas.”<br />
<br />
“Sure, if you’d like to. Hey Ollie, come here. Barb is going to open her present.”<br />
<br />
Oliver came out of the kitchen carrying a cup of steaming coffee. “My gracious, Barb’ you’re as bad as David here for opening gifts. Fine, go ahead and let’s see what we got you.”<br />
<br />
“You mean you don’t know?” she asked as she carefully pulled off the tape as to not spoil the paper.<br />
<br />
“No, the gift buying is David’s department. I trust his taste and judgment.”<br />
<br />
When the wrapping was finally off to David’s relief (he hated the fact that some people take forever to open a present; just rip the paper off was his motto. After all there’s plenty more wrapping where that came from) Barb opened the tiny box to find a tiny heart surrounded by stones of every color of the rainbow. Inside the heart was the letter ‘B’. The young woman grew teary-eyed with overwhelming joy and gratitude.<br />
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“Oh boys, it’s just beautiful and I will treasure it forever.”<br />
<br />
“Very nice David. See Barb, I told you my baby has great taste.”<br />
<br />
“I must. I chose you, didn’t I?”<br />
<br />
“Touché, my love, touché.”<br />
<br />
After she hugged the two men in thanks, she bid them adieu until the New Year.<br />
<br />
When they were alone once more, David joined Oliver on the sofa as he gazed dreamily at the Christmas tree.<br />
<br />
“Oliver, there’s something I have to discuss with you.”<br />
<br />
“And what would that be, may I ask?”<br />
<br />
“The boys in the department want to throw me a bachelor party. I know how you feel about them and well uh, well I was wondering if it would be all right to have one?”<br />
<br />
Oliver remained silent for a few moments, trying to gather his thoughts and to state his objections in a clear decisive manner.<br />
<br />
“David, we’ve had this discussion on several occasions and I don’t know what else I can tell you so that you will finally come to understand my objections.”<br />
<br />
“Ollie, I know you had some bad experiences at bachelor parties before and you found them vulgar and insensitive, but what if I promised you that mine would not be that way?”<br />
<br />
“David, you are not in a position to promise that. You are not the one planning the party. You are the guest of honor and believe me these parties may start off civilized, but they can quickly take a turn for the worst, so my answer is still a resounding ‘NO!’.”<br />
<br />
David pulled away from his partner as his face turned into a pout. “You’re….you’re….”<br />
<br />
“I’d advise you to choose your next words carefully, young man,” Oliver interrupted David’s ranting.<br />
<br />
Taking a deep breath as the meaning of Oliver’s words became clear, David also gathered his thoughts. An idea finally came to him and he began to smile.<br />
<br />
“Hey Ollie, what if we had the party here, down stairs. It could be a dual party for the both of us. We’d not only have the guys from the precinct, but also the guys from the building. And if we waited another week, Don and Elliot would be here. What do you think about that?”<br />
<br />
“So instead of a bachelor party, it could be a wedding shower,” Oliver added<br />
<br />
“Oh Ollie, let’s not call it that. That sounds to hetro.”<br />
<br />
Oliver let out a chuckle as he pulled David back into his embrace. “Okay, if your buddies are in agreement, I’ll go along with that idea. We’ll order in pizza and have kegs of beer. You can even decide if you want music or movies, just as long as the movies aren’t porn.” <br />
<br />
So it had been decided that on the last weekend before Christmas, all of David and Oliver’s friends and co-workers would gather in the game room. Some could play pool, while other groups challenged each other to video games on the WII system. Other groups could sit around and socialize and talk about the upcoming nuptials. <br />
<br />
Around midnight everyone gathered around the piano and sang a variety of music which ranged from love songs to Christmas carols. Suddenly the lights went out, followed quickly by the glow of candles coming down the stairs. As the carols were being sung, a group of police officers had slipped away to the upstairs kitchen to prepare a surprise for their follow officer. <br />
<br />
Oliver let out a low moan as he witnessed six burly cops carrying down a giant wedding cake. The lights came back on as the cake was placed before David. He was encouraged to blow out the candles which were obviously shaped like giant penises. As the last candle was extinguished, the top opened and a young blond man clothed in only a jock strap, a gun belt, handcuffs and hat emerged from the icing structure. The song ‘Bad Boys, Bad Boys’ began spilling out through the surround sound with the young man dancing in rhythm in front of David.<br />
<br />
The young man turned back towards the cake and pulled out a giant gift box. He preceded to hand it over to David as he bent down and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “On behalf of the men of the Cambridge Police, we would like to present to you and your partner with this small gift of congratulations. We would also like to state that although we respect your partner’s wishes to keep things civil, we couldn’t resist the presenting of the gift this way.”<br />
<br />
Oliver came over to David and placed a loving arm around his partner’s shoulder. He turned to the young man and replied, “Thanks to you all for respecting my feelings. I must say I admire the unique way you give out wedding presents.”<br />
<br />
A loud cheer went out as well as shouts of “Open the box! Open the box!”<br />
<br />
With his hands shaking in nervous anticipation, David quickly unwrapped the package. “Some kind of rubber dildo isn’t going to pop out at me, is it?” he joked to a rousing response of laughter. He pulled the tissue apart to spy an Apple box. The boys had pitched in and purchased him an IPad. <br />
<br />
“Oh guys it’s….what can I say except thank you and I love it.”<br />
<br />
“You’re so welcome,” Michael accepted the gratitude for them all.<br />
<br />
“Okay Oliver, it’s your turn,” the staff from the paper exclaimed as a huge box was pushed towards their boss.<br />
<br />
“Oh what’s this; a toy boy all to my own?” Oliver teased as he looked at the huge carton before him.<br />
<br />
“The only way to find out is to unwrap it,” his secretary replied.<br />
<br />
Like David, Oliver was a little nervous as he unwrapped the gift. Relief flooded through him when he noticed a picture of an office chair staring back at him. His staff had no doubt overhead his daily grumblings about the chair he had inherited from his predecessor that squeaked and had one of the springs shot. He also had a difficult time adjusting the back. <br />
<br />
“Everyone, it’s beautiful; thank you so very much.”<br />
<br />
“You’re welcome and maybe now you can help us run the paper,” they teased.<br />
<br />
After the presents were opened and dessert of rainbow cake and rainbow ice cream was consumed, everyone began to leave. With Don and Elliot’s help, the cleanup went quickly and soon the four men had retired and were fast asleep.<br />
<br />
When Christmas was behind them and the New Year celebrations done, the two men began the final plans. The day of the wedding finally approached. All the relatives had flown in and were taken to the Inn by limousine. <br />
<br />
David and Oliver, along with Don, Elliot, Eric and Phil, arrived on the 21st. They barely had time to get settled in when it was time for the wedding rehearsal and dinner. The band was already set up as the couple walked into the room and Don was at the head of the stairs. After going over the routine three times, everyone was confident that everything was ready for the next day. The rehearsal meal was splendid but David didn’t eat that much. He just picked at the chicken and didn’t even touch the vegetables.<br />
<br />
Taking note of his Brat’s lack of appetite, Oliver excused himself and his partner by using the reason of a long day tomorrow and needing rest.<br />
<br />
Alone at last, David reached out to Oliver for a passionate kiss. “Oh Oliver, I need you so bad. Let’s take advantage of the hot tub and make passionate love to each other.”<br />
<br />
“As tempting as that sounds, Davey, remember we agreed to abstain from sex this week until we are legally married.”<br />
<br />
“But I can’t think of a better way to fight nerves than a little nookie.”<br />
<br />
“I can think of one other thing that will settle those nerves, so unless you want to walk down the aisle tomorrow with a sore backside, keep it up. If not, go take a cold shower.”<br />
<br />
“Fine since you put it that way,” David grumbled as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door.<br />
<br />
Oliver took the moments of privacy to put the finishing touches on his vows. “Please don’t let them sound to corny,” he prayed.<br />
<br />
The morning sun streaming through the window awoke them before the wake-up call came through. They took their time eating breakfast and getting ready. Fifteen minutes before the ceremony was to begin, Elliot knocked on the door to escort them down to the room.<br />
<br />
The time was finally here. As the doors opened and the words ‘For You’ came streaming into the corridor, the two men looked into each other’s eyes. What they saw was love, devotion and total commitment staring back at each of them.<br />
<br />
Arm in arm they walked down the aisle. All the sets of parental eyes were shining with happy tears as their sons walked by. Elliot gave them a reassuring smile, as did Don.<br />
<br />
Everyone settled into their seats and prepared for the ceremony to begin. Don’s strong voice rang out with strength and confidence. <br />
<br />
“Family, friends we are all gathered here to witness the joining of these two men. Soon David and Oliver will turn from two separate beings to a couple. Let us celebrate their love and commitment as we listen to the vows they wish to share with each other.” Turning to Oliver, he continued, “Oliver, I believe you have something you would like to say to David.”<br />
<br />
Oliver turned toward his young partner and took his hands in his. He took a deep breath before he began. “David, you are my happiness and my whole world. You are more than a partner to me; you are my soul mate and what make my heart beat. From the moment our eyes met, I knew you were the one for me. I promise to protect you, to take care of you and to reassure you in times of doubt. I will comfort and adore you until the end of my life and maybe even beyond that. Words alone will never be able to express how much I love you and to call you my husband is the ultimate joy and completion of my life.” He took the ring from Elliot and placed it on David’s ring finger of his left hand. “Accept this ring as a symbol of my love. It is not a symbol of possession but a symbol of partnership, commitment and adoration. You are my life and I am so proud to call you my husband.” Tears were streaming down his face as he completed his vows. <br />
<br />
David’s face was also covered with tears and his lips trembled as they touched Oliver’s. It was now his turn. He took the other band from Elliot and with a shaky voice, he began his vows.<br />
<br />
“Oliver, you are my salvation and my protector, my life and my conscience. Without you in my life, I may as well cease to exist. I was going through life with an empty space to fill; just going through the motions like a ship adrift on the water. I needed a safe harbor and like a lighthouse beacon, you lead me to the safety of the shore and your arms. You have accepted me for what I am and supported me in my chosen path. You walk with me down that path and you always carry me when the path gets too hard to handle. You are my life, my soul mate, my best friend and now my husband. I love and adore you more than my own life and I promise my total love, loyalty, commitment and fidelity. Please accept this ring as a sign of my commitment and love.” He then placed the ring on the ring finger of Oliver’s left hand. Once more the couple kissed.<br />
<br />
“Ladies and gentlemen, now witnessing the vows and commitment these two men have just shared with each other, with the power vested in me by the commonwealth of Massachusetts I now pronounce David and Oliver married. As a final symbol of your unity, please follow me up the stairs and together you will light the unity candle.”<br />
<br />
Hand-in-hand David and Oliver followed Don and Elliot up the stairs as the band sang ‘Everyday’. When the candle was lit, Don turned the couple to face the crowd and once again stated, “Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to introduce to you for the first time, Mr. Oliver Newman and his husband, David Bradford-Newman.” <br />
<br />
The crowd let out a loud cheer as David and Oliver made their way down the stairs, down the aisle and into the corridor. Once alone, they kissed passionately and let their hands roam in a promise of things to come.<br />
<br />
The wedding reception went by in a blur. After the meal was served and eaten, speeches made and presents opened, the couple danced their first dance to the ‘The Perfect Gift’. As they looked into each other’s eyes and held each other tight, it as if they were the only ones in the room. They stayed for a short time and mingled with all their guests. Finally, Eric Fleming announced it was time for the two grooms to leave for their honeymoon. <br />
<br />
Everyone gathered in a large circle as the wedding couple circled in opposite directions shaking hands and hugging everyone until they met and kissed each other. With a final good-bye, they left the reception and made their way to the honeymoon suite.<br />
<br />
The door to the suite was barely closed when they were in tight embrace. They made love to each other like it was the first time. Oliver made sure David was fully satisfied before he gently raised his new husband’s legs unto his broad shoulders and after a minute of preparation, he entered David with passionate longing. Their hands entwined as they moved in rhythm. David moved his legs down to wrap them around Oliver’s waist so he could pull his as close as humanly possible. Oliver’s pace quickened as he felt his climax approach. He moved a hand down between himself and his new husband in order to bring David to another climax in conjunction with his own. They didn’t have to wait long. Sounds of totally ecstasy poured from their lips. Finally they lay in each other’s arms, spent and sweaty. They fell asleep only to awake an hour later to make love again.<br />
<br />
David’s thoughts were interrupted as his new husband came out of the cabin bathroom. “Do you have to come in here before we leave for dinner at the Captains table?”<br />
<br />
“No, my husband, I’m ready to go.”<br />
<br />
Noticing the lump in David’s jeans, Oliver commented, “I can see that, my husband, but put those thoughts aside for an hour or two while we partake in some of the exquisite food this ship has to offer. Then I’ll take you back to our cabin and make love to you so hard, it won’t be just the waves rocking the ship.”<br />
<br />
“I love you, Mr. Newman,” David stated with a small tint of pink showing on his cheeks.<br />
<br />
“And I love you as well, Mr. Bradford-Newman.”<br />
<br />
And so the men began their new life together as husband and husband.<br />
<br />
THE ENDLJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693291260252434660.post-34290142437571111782009-06-20T09:28:00.001-07:002009-06-20T09:28:59.715-07:00For YouWritten by: D’be-D’be<br /> <br /><br />Oliver awoke to the sound of cupboards and drawers from the kitchen being open and shut.<br /><br />“What the hell is David doing down there?” he mumbled to himself as he jumped out of bed, pulling his robe on at the same time. As he walked down the stairs, the smell of coffee tickled his nostrils.<br /><br />“David?” he called out as he made his way down the hall. “Are you trying to demolish the kitchen?”<br /><br />Hearing no reply, Oliver shook his head knowing in an instant why his partner was making so much noise and why he wasn’t replying to his inquiries. His suspicions were confirmed when he entered the kitchen and found David dancing around with a set of ear buds in his ears and his MP3 player clipped to his pyjamas. With his back to the door, David was singing along with whatever tune, was pounding in his ears.<br /><br />Oliver leaned against the doorway and smiled as he listened to the angelic voice of his young partner. He didn’t recognize the tune but the words were lovely. He walked over to the young man who was now pouring pancake batter unto the grill and did his best not to startle him. The last thing Oliver wanted this morning was to clean batter off the floor.<br /><br />He gave his young Brat a tiny tap on the left shoulder, just enough to allow David to realize the older man’s presence. David slowly turned around and gave Oliver his best good morning smile. Oliver motioned to him to shut off the portable player and to remove the ear buds. David did as he was told and then leaned in to give his partner a loving kiss.<br /><br />“Hi, Ollie; are you ready for my famous pancakes this morning?”<br /><br />“I am now after being shaken awake with the sounds of thunder coming from down stairs.”<br /><br />“Oops.” David smiled. “I guess I didn’t realize I was making so much noise down here. I’m sorry.”<br /><br />Letting out a tiny chuckle, Oliver returned the kiss then reached up for his favorite coffee mug; the one David bought him from the Academy gift shop. It had NYPD in huge blue letters painted on one side and the police crest on the other.<br /><br />David had graduated from the police academy and the FBI hostage negotiation coursed four months ago, and was satisfyingly settling in to his new career.<br /><br />As Oliver sipped his coffee, he leaned against the cupboard and watched David flip the pancakes. The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg filled the air and Oliver heard his stomach grumble. He didn’t realize how hungry he was. He grabbed the plates and utensils, and then set out to set the table. He poured them each a glass of orange juice, and placed a variety of jams and syrups on the table. He refreshed his own coffee and poured David a cup. By this time, the pancakes were ready to be dished out.<br /><br />Over the delicious breakfast, the two men made small talk about their day ahead and what they would like to do this evening. As Oliver forked out two more pancakes from the tray, he took David’s hand and asked, “Hey, Baby, what was that song you were singing this morning when I came into the kitchen?”<br /><br />Blushing a deep shade of red, David replied, “I wasn’t aware I was singing out loud. I hope I didn’t give you an earache?”<br /><br />“Don’t be foolish, honey. You have a beautiful voice”<br /><br />“You think so?”<br /><br />“Yes; absolutely. Now what was that song you were singing?”<br /><br />“It’s a song I downloaded from I tunes called ‘For You’ by John Denver. I’ve been trying to get the CD that the song is from but since his death, it’s almost impossible to get a hold of the records he recorded after he left RCA. He started his own record company, so it’s very difficult to find that music.”<br /><br />“Did you try E-Bay?”<br /><br />“Yeah, several times, but with no success.”<br /><br />“What’s the name of the CD that this song is from?”<br /><br />“It called ‘Higher Ground’ and he recorded it in 1988.”<br /><br />“The words of the song are beautiful.”<br />“They sure are. And every time I hear it, I imagine myself singing it to you because the words say exactly what I would love to say to you, if I had the talent to articulate my feelings in that manner.”<br /><br />“Oh Davey, I have no problem in the way that you express your feelings for me. I didn’t know you were a fan of John Denver.”<br /><br />David’s eyes filled with tears of gratitude and love for the man sitting across from him and although he knew Oliver meant what he said, there was a small part of him that always felt a little inadequate when it came to expressing himself. <br />It was a feeling he successfully kept to himself; until now that is.<br /><br />“I was introduced to his music by my university English Professor. He was a big fan of Denver’s music and often used the lyrics to show how words can express true feelings. After listening to a few songs, I was hooked by Denver’s words and the expressive way he got his message of love and caring through.”<br /><br />“Every day I learn a little more about you and it makes each day a new adventure.”<br /><br />David was about to reply to Oliver’s gentle teasing when he heard the sound of the grandfather clock in the hallway chiming 9:00 am. He gulped down the rest of his lukewarm coffee as he got up from the table. “My shift starts in two hours, so I better get a move on.”<br /><br />“Go take a shower and I’ll put the dishes in the dishwasher and clean up here.”<br /><br />“Thanks, love, I appreciate it. Are you working out of the home today?” David asked before slipping upstairs.<br /><br />“Yeah, I have to develop the pictures I took when we were in Washington. I have some great pictures of the President I was allowed to take when you and your class had lunch at the White House.”<br /><br />“You mean you didn’t develop them yet? Jeez, Ollie, it’s been over four months since we’ve got home.”<br /><br />“I printed off a couple but I was saving the rest until I had a contract to do a story, and that only came through yesterday.”<br /><br />“Terrific! Who is it with?”<br /><br />“The New Yorker. Now hurry up or you’ll be late.”<br /><br />“Yes Sir!” David gave a mock bow before running up the stairs to get ready for the day.<br /><br />**********************<br /><br />While David was making his way into the city, Oliver was on the phone with an old friend who worked at Rolling Stone Magazine. After a few minutes of catching up, Oliver asked him if he could get a hold of John Denver’s old Manager, Hal Thau, in order to purchase all the CD’s Denver recorded under his own label ‘Windstar’, especially the CD titled ‘Higher Ground’. When Oliver’s friend inquired why he was making such a request, Oliver explained it was for a very special graduation present for the love of his life. After taking down Oliver’s number, the Rolling Stones reporter promised to see what he could do to honor his old friend’s request. After hanging up, Oliver finished cleaning up the kitchen then went down to his basement studio and got down to work.<br /><br />At the same time that Oliver hung up from this friend, David was on his way to his first major hostage negotiation. It seemed a man was holding a couple hostages in their home and was refusing to reply to any requests for communications the first officers on the scene were attempting to make.<br /><br />David pulled up to the scene with his partner and went directly to the officer in charge and began to get a swift briefing and to ensure that any actions by the police would not lead to the hostages being harmed.<br /><br />The officer in charge told David all he knew so far. The house belongs to the young man’s parents and for some reason after he came to visit, things got a little out of control. The next door neighbor told him he saw the young man, whose name was Scott and who was the couples only son, arrive around 9:00 am. The neighbor said he was working in his garden when he suddenly heard shouting and threats being made, and then a loud pop like a rifle going off was heard. That’s when the neighbor dialed 911. The officer reported that he and the other officers arrived on the scene about twenty minutes ago, just before the news van pulled up. He told David that he tried to call the number given to him by the neighbor, but all he got for his efforts was gunfire and a warning to leave him the hell alone.<br /><br />“Fine,” David stated as he turned to his partner. “How do you want to handle this Jack?” he asked the senior hostage negotiator he was training with.<br /><br />“I want you to try to see if you can get some communication going and if you can, I want you to carry the ball.”<br /><br />“Are you sure I’m ready for it?”<br /><br />“Baptism by fire, kid; everyone has to start somewhere. I know you can do it, so take a deep breath and try to get the man to talk to you.”<br /><br />David walked over to the squad car and pulled a bull horn out of the trunk. His legs were a little weak and his hand were a little shaky but he didn’t let nerves deter him from what had to be done.<br /><br />Clearing his throat, David put the bullhorn to his mouth and began to speak. “Hello, Scott. My name is David Bradford and I would like to talk to you if I could to see what I can do to help you get out of this situation. I’m going to call you on the phone and it is my sincere wish that you pick it up. Unless you talk to me, I won’t be able to help you resolve your problem. Okay?”<br /><br />David put down the bullhorn and reached for his cell phone. After what seemed like an eternity but was only a few rings, the hostage taker answered the phone.<br /><br />“I’m so glad you decided to answer, Scott,” David stated in a soft, calming voice.<br /><br />“How do you know my name?”<br /><br />“The next door neighbor let us know who you were and who else lives in the home.”<br /><br />“What else did that nosey old bat tell you?”<br /><br />David could hear a variety of emotions in the young mans tone; anger, frustration, fear and resentment. “She didn’t tell us anything else, Scott, but maybe you could fill in a couple of blanks for me.”<br /><br />“Yeah; for instance?” Scott replied.<br /><br />“Well of course the major one is why are you holding your parents hostage and secondly, what can I do to alleviate the situation?”<br /><br />“Do you really give a damn, David, or are you just doing your job?”<br /><br />“I really give a damn, Scott. If I didn’t, I would be in another line of work. Now, can you give me a small hint as to what took place this morning that has got you so upset?”<br /><br />“You wouldn’t understand.”<br /><br />“Try me, Scott; you may be surprised.”<br /><br />“I don’t know……”<br /><br />David could hear a sense of trust in the hostage taker’s voice. Maybe he was getting through to the boy. He took a chance and asked, “Scott, before we go any further, will you tell me how your parents are? Is everything all right with them?”<br /><br />“I didn’t blow their brains out, if that’s what you’re alluding to. The closed-minded assholes are just fine. They’re sitting here mumbling some prayers for my soul or something.”<br /><br />That gave David a small clue as to what the problem might be. Scott’s parents were a religious couple and Scott must have done or said something that went against their beliefs. It was something that was probably building up for some time and whatever reaction they had to Scott’s news, was the final straw.<br /><br />“I’m glad to hear that you didn’t harm them. Can you share with me what set things off?”<br /><br />“Are you sure you’re open-minded enough to hear what I have to say, Cop?”<br /><br />“I feel I’m a very open-minded individual who has the belief that everyone is entitled to their own beliefs and way of life. I have no right to judge anyone. My life partner tells me that was one of the things that attracted him to me.”<br /><br />“Your life partner is a man? Are you telling me you’re gay, Cop?”<br /><br />“Yes I am, and I’m very open with it. Do you have a problem with this, Scott?”<br /><br />David heard a small sigh then silence. He could feel the tension in the air and his fingers were beginning to ache due to his holding the phone so tightly. He was about to ask the question again when until he heard more dialog.<br /><br />“Oh sweet Jesus, I can’t believe my luck. I finally get to talk to someone who will truly understand what I ‘m going through.”<br /><br />“Go on, Scott; tell me all about it. Take your time; no one is going to force you out. I’ll stay here and talk to you for as long as it takes.”<br /><br />“I knew I was gay from a very early age. My father, who is a minister, did everything he could to rid me from what he called the devil’s influence. He sent me to councillors and camps where they tried to ‘fix’ me, but of course that was impossible. I moved out of their home but kept in touch with my mother. Well, a year ago I met a wonderful man and two months ago he asked me to move with him to Massachusetts and marry him. Of course I said yes. This morning with his encouragement, I came to tell my parents the news. I don’t know why I thought their reaction would be of acceptance and needless to say, it wasn’t. My father went ballistic. He told me I was dead to him and when my mother tried to defend me, he hit her and called her a heathen. Seeing the look of despair and fear in my mother’s eyes was the last straw. I grabbed his rifle from the closet and….well, I don’t know what I planned to do, but we began shouting and he began praying for my soul and I told him to be quiet and when he didn’t, I shot the gun into the air to shut him up. I guess that’s when the old busy body next door called you guys.”<br /><br />“Scott, what is your partner’s name? Would you like me to call him and ask him to come down here?”<br /><br />“His name is Danny and no, he’s in Massachusetts getting settled in his law firm.”<br /><br />“Oh neat, he’s a lawyer. My man is a photo journalist. Maybe you’ve seen some of his work. His name is Oliver Newman.”<br /><br />“The Oliver Newman who won the photography award for his coverage of the 911 attacks?”<br /><br />“The one and only.”<br /><br />“Man, you’re a lucky guy. He’s real hot!”<br /><br />David let out a short chuckle as he told Scott he wholeheartedly agreed, before getting back to the situation at hand. He wanted to end this as soon as possible and peacefully as well.<br /><br />“Scott, I know it’s hard when your parents or one parent disagrees with your lifestyle. But you have to remember, it’s your life, not theirs, and you have to live it and make the best of it. It sounds like you have a great chance at happiness. You know your father is wrong but you also must know by now there is nothing you can ever do to change the way he thinks. Don’t give him the satisfaction of ruining your life. Let them go before this escalates into something we don’t want to see happening. If you end this right now without causing anyone harm; I think the judge will take this into consideration. I’m sure you’re a good kid who has never had any run-ins with the law before, and since this is your first offense you may get off with a suspended sentence. Although, I am not one hundred percent sure on this, what I do know is if you insist on keeping your parents hostage and tempers start to spark and stress leads to violence, the life you and Danny have planned will become just a memory.”<br /><br />David let the words he had just spoken sink in. He hoped Scott heard the sincerity in his voice and took his advice to heart. David’s heart began to pound in his chest when he heard the phone go dead. He held his breath for what seemed like an eternity, but let it out in a short burst when he saw the front door open and an elderly couple walk over the threshold and onto the porch. He threw his phone down and ran up the stairs. As members of SWAT lead the couple down the stairs and to safety, David ran into the house to find Scott sitting on the sofa.<br /><br />Scott had thrown the gun on the floor as he lay down and began to cry softly into the sofa cushion. He looked up when he felt the presence of someone in the room.<br /><br />“Hi Scott, my name is David. We spoke on the phone earlier.”<br /><br />“I made a mess of things, didn’t I?”<br /><br />“Not entirely; at least I don’t think so. Come on, I’ll take you down to the station myself and while there you can call that lawyer of yours. I’m sure he’ll be on the first flight out of Boston and together we’ll work things out. I promise to be with you every step of the way.”<br /><br />Scott stood up and gave David a short hug of gratitude. He then allowed David to lead him out to the police cruiser, where his rights were read to him by David’s partner.<br /><br />“Hey, hero!” David’s partner stated as he slapped David on the back. “A gentleman from the local news wants you to give them a statement.”<br /><br />“I don’t think I want to do that, Jack.”<br /><br />“Hey, that’s part of the job. Now go make nice with the reporters; we need them on our side. Trust me; the camera will love that adorable face of yours.” Jack and the rest of the team let out a laugh as David let out a groan and made his way over to the reporter.<br /><br />************************<br /><br />While David was handling his first major hostage negotiation, Oliver was busy finishing up his assignment for the New Yorker, before going upstairs to begin dinner. He had just finished preparing the salad and placing it in the fridge to chill, when the phone rang. It was his colleague from Rolling Stone.<br /><br />“Hey Ollie, old buddy, I got some great news for you. It so happens, that Hal Thau had an office here in New York and he was more that willing to sell you copies of the CD’s John Denver recorded under his own label. He can have them at your apartment in two hours and all you have to do is give me your credit card number to begin the process.”<br /><br />“Man, I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you. I want you to know I owe you a big one. Hold on while I get my wallet.”<br />By the time Oliver hung up the phone, he was on cloud nine. He looked at his watch and saw it was now 3:00 pm. David would be home around 6:00 pm that gave him plenty of time for the CD’s to arrive, and finish preparing dinner. He was about to walk back into the kitchen when his phone rang again. This time it was Elliot.<br /><br />“Hi, Elliot. What’s up?”<br /><br />“What’s up? What’s up? Turn on the TV to WLBZ and you’ll see what’s up!” Elliot was so excited he was practically shouting into the phone.<br /><br />“Calm down, Elliot. What happened? Is there another attack or something?”<br /><br />“No; nothing like that! Turn on the TV and you’ll see that cutie you’re involved with is on the tube. He just saved a couple’s lives.”<br /><br />“What? Oh my God! Hold on, Elliot, while I…..damn! Where is that stupid remote? Oh here it is. Hold on while I turn on the set.”<br /><br />“I’m going to hang up so you’ll be able to concentrate on the story. Talk to you later.”<br /><br />“Yeah see you,” Oliver mumbled as he slowly let himself sink into the couch, observing the beautiful face of his Brat as it filled the screen. His heart swelled with pride as he watched David answer each question with confidence like a well-seasoned veteran, instead of a four-month rookie. He shook his head as he listened to David describe the situation without giving out confidential information, and when the reporter called David a hero, Oliver’s eyes filled with tears of pure love for the man who instantly rejected the title and claimed it was the young hostage taker who was the real hero. <br /><br />Oliver shut off the set when David closed the interview and walked out of camera range. He couldn’t wait until David got home to get all the details of the event. He was certain that his partner trusted him enough to tell him the whole story without breaking the rules of confidentiality the police abide by.<br /><br />*******************<br /><br />Oliver had just finished putting the roast in the oven when the doorbell rang. The CD’s had arrived. He thanked the Fed Ex driver and after giving him a generous tip, took the package into the den, ripped the box open and began to look for the CD entitled ‘Higher Ground’. Discovering it in the middle of the pile, he took it to the stereo system which was connected to the surround sound and hit track number eight. The smooth, clear voice of John Denver filled the room. Oliver sat in the big chair and listened to the words of “For You’. The words made tears form in his eyes and roll down his cheeks. <br /><br />“Oh David, I love you so,” he whispered to himself as he heard the words that David stated he wanted to say to him.<br /><br />By 6:15, David had arrived home to the welcoming aroma of the roast and baked potatoes. Oliver met him at the door and greeted him with a long, tender kiss.<br /><br />“David, I saw you on television this afternoon. I’m so proud of you, baby, and I want you to know how much I love you.”<br /><br />“I love you to, Ollie, and I want to tell you how lucky I feel to be your partner and to have the support of our family and their acceptance of who we are.” <br /><br />They kissed again with a promise of more to come later. They walked arm in arm into the kitchen and over a delicious meal, David confided all the details to his Top.<br /><br />Once more Oliver repeated how proud he was and how much he loved him. With that being said, Oliver stood up and took David’s hand and led him into the den.<br /><br />“I have a surprise for you, baby. Sit down in your favorite chair and listen to this.” Once David was settled, Oliver pressed play on the stereo remote and for the second time today, John Denver’s voice filled the room with his sweet melody.<br /><br />David jumped up and ran into Oliver’s arms as he screamed with delight. “Oh Ollie, where did you find it? Did you copy it from the internet?”<br /><br />“No, I pulled in a favor and Denver’s Manager sent me all these CD’s.” He pointed to a pile of disks lying on the coffee table.<br /><br />“Oh Ollie,” was all David could manage through his tears.<br /><br />“Now stop the tears and come dance with me.” Oliver took David into his arms and they began to sway to the music. <br /><br />By the time the song began to play for the second time, David had fully recovered from his excitement. He pulled out of Oliver’s arms just enough so he could look into his eyes and he began to sing along.<br /> <br />Just to look in your eyes again<br />Just to lie in your arms<br />Just to be the first one always there for you<br />Just to live in your laughter<br />Just to sing in your heart<br />Just to be everyone of your dreams come true<br /> <br />Just to sit by your window<br />Just to touch in the night<br />Just to offer a prayer each day for you<br />Just to long for your kisses<br />Just to dream of your sighs<br />Just to know I’d give my life for you<br /> <br />For you, all the rest of my life<br />For you for the rest of my life<br />For you alone….only for you<br /> <br />Just to wake up each morning<br />Just you by my side<br />Just to know that you’re really never far away<br />Just a reason for living<br />Just to say I adore<br />Just to know that you’re in my heart to stay<br /> <br />Just the words of a love song<br />Just the beat of my heart<br />Just to pledge my life, my love<br />For You<br /> <br />As the song faded away, David became silent and tears were flowing generously down both their cheeks. They kissed passionately and once again shared their true feelings for each other. Then Oliver took David’s hand and led him upstairs to the master bedroom, where after a long sweet period of foreplay they made hot, passionate love to each other until the sun began to rise.<br /><br />As the glow of the sun began peaking through the blinds, the two men started to fall asleep in each other’s arms. But just before David drifted off, he said a silent prayer, he softly whispered.<br /><br />“Dear John Denver, I want to thank you for your beautiful words that allowed me to share my true feelings with this beautiful man lying next to me. I hope you knew how your talent touched so many people. I will be eternally grateful for both my Oliver and your marvellous music.<br /><br />The End.<br /> <br />Postscript: As stated in the story, if you are interested in hearing the song ‘For You’, you can download it from the CD ‘Higher Ground’ or from the CD ‘John Denver’s Wildlife Concert’.LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693291260252434660.post-3519631000190442662009-05-10T13:07:00.000-07:002009-05-10T13:08:50.548-07:00Career ChangeWritten by: D’be-D’be<br /><br /><br />Oliver came home from work to once again find David on the computer. “Hey, kiddo, have you been on that thing all day?” he asked as he gave his partner a kiss on the top of his head.<br /><br />“Oh my God, Ollie, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was so late. I haven’t even started dinner. Just give me a sec to sign off and I’ll light the barbecue and put the steaks on.”<br /><br />“It’s okay, kiddo, no rush. Who are you on line with?” Oliver inquired as he pulled of his jacket and threw it over the arm of the chair.<br /><br />“Ivan Glazkov.”<br /><br />“Oh yeah, your new friend from Russia. How is he?”<br /><br />“He’s great and he wants me to pass on warmest regards from his Top.”<br /><br />“Oh that’s nice. When you get back on line tell him I return the ‘hi’ to Martin.”<br /><br />“I will. Now why don’t you go take a shower and change and let me get to dinner?”<br /><br />“You’ve turned into a real domestic since you quit your job,” Oliver teased his Brat as he made his way up the stairs.<br /><br />“Well I wouldn’t go that far, but since I have nothing to do until the application papers come from the NYPD, I decided I better keep myself busy or die of boredom.”<br /><br />“The wait shouldn’t be must longer, kiddo, After all, you sent in the request over a week ago, right after we returned from Houston.”<br /><br />“It seems longer that a week since I walked into my boss’s office and handed in my resignation. I was willing to give him two weeks, even a month if he needed me, but he was so pissed off that his words ‘letting him and myself down’ had me cleaning out my office immediately. Then and there I knew how appreciated I was. So after cleaning out my office as ordered, I walked right down to the Applicant Processing Division of the NYPD in Brooklyn and put in the request for the application papers.”<br /><br />“Be patient, David. I bet the papers will be in the mail tomorrow.”<br /><br />“I hope you’re right because I’m getting nervous and anxious. You know how I hate waiting for anything.”<br /><br />“Yeah, I hear that under the word impatient in the new Webster’s dictionary, they posted your picture there,” Oliver teased his Brat.<br /><br />“Ha-ha, very funny. I’m involved with a real comedian,” David answered back as he made his way towards the kitchen. He smiled to himself as he heard soft laughter drifting down from the staircase. As he lit the barbecue he began to hum the song ‘Bad Boys, Bad Boys’ from the TV show COPS. By the time Oliver joined him, the barbecue was hot, the steaks were sizzling, the wine was poured and the salad was on the table. <br /><br />Oliver took the wine glass out of David’s outstretched hand and let out a sigh of happiness. Ever since David informed him about his idea of a career change, life in the Newman/Bradford household was stress free and joyful. Oliver knew as David began the process of becoming a member of New York’s finest, there would be tension brought on by nerves and stress, but he knew he was up for the challenge of keeping his Brat grounded and focused.<br /><br />When the meal was over, Ollie turned to David with lust in his eyes. “Now for dessert!” he exclaimed as he walked into the living room.<br /><br />“I didn’t make any,” David answered in a confused tone. “You know I have to watch my weight.”<br /><br />“Oh baby, I don’t mean that kind of dessert. I mean this kind.” Oliver reached out and pulled David to him and gave him a hard kiss. He pulled away and leaned against the wall.<br /><br />“Undress for me.”<br /><br />“What?” David asked as a smile came across his face.<br /><br />“You heard me. Undress for me and take your time doing it. We’ve got all night.”<br /><br />David took a deep breath then slowly peeled off his shirt. He tossed the shirt aside and undid his jeans. Dropping them to the floor, he slowly pulled them off and kicked them over to where the shirt lay. He pulled off his socks, glancing up to see if Oliver was still watching. He was and his eyes were showing great appreciation.<br /><br />“Leave your shorts on for now and go lie down on the sofa.”<br /><br />Unable to stop the tremble of anticipation, David walked over to the sofa and lay down on his back. He glanced up at Oliver and watched him strip off his own shirt. David took in a breath at the muscular torso that always turned him on. <br /><br />Oliver strolled over to where David lay and looked down at his lover. As David looked up to meet his eyes, Oliver pulled off his jeans and socks but also kept his shorts on. As he stood over David, the younger man couldn’t help but notice the prominent bulge and decided he was really going to enjoy the dessert, Oliver was about to dish out.<br /><br />Oliver straddled David on the sofa and David felt his pulse quicken as Oliver’s thighs gripped his hips, and he couldn’t ignore the intense heat of the other man’s crotch right over his and his body responded as Oliver moved slightly, before bending down and giving David a hot passionate kiss.<br /><br />As David responded he felt warm, strong hands stroke his arms. Oliver’s lips opened and he ran his tongue over David’s lips, making David moan and open his own mouth. Oliver’s tongue slipped inside and suddenly David found himself locked in a deep, hungry kiss. He wrapped his arms around Oliver’s neck and pulled him down so their chests touched. As the kiss continued, David felt himself becoming aroused. <br /><br />Feeling David’s arousal, Oliver got up and slipped his shorts down, he then tugged at the waistband of David’s shorts and quickly removed them as well. David let out another moan as he felt Oliver’s skilled hand stroke his balls. Without another thought he spread his legs slightly.<br /><br />“You like that, baby?” Oliver whispered, causing David to purr, “Oh yeah……mmm, feels so good.”<br /><br />The fingers explored lower, and David closed his eyes and let the pleasure wash over him. Oliver lifted David’s legs and the sound of another moan of pleasure could be heard as Oliver fingers began to stroke his anus. David then felt the familiar feeling of a cool gel on him, then one of Oliver’s fingers entering and lubricating him.<br /><br />“Oh Oliver……please I’m ready for more……please take me….take me now!” David screamed then moaned deeply as Oliver’s finger was replaced by his hard organ.<br /><br />Deeper and deeper Oliver drove into his lover until the tip of his penis was rubbing against the young man’s prostrate. Oliver slipped a hand between their two bodies and with the same rhythm of one body entering another; he began to stroke David into a powerful orgasm, joining him only seconds later.<br /><br />When Oliver withdrew, he took David into his arms. Morning found the two men still naked and lying in each others arms on the sofa. <br /><br />David was the first to wake. He snuggled into Oliver’s arms trying to decide if he should wake him or give him a few more minutes of sleep. As he was contemplating waking his partner, he heard the distinguished sound of the letter box lid being shut. The thought of letting Oliver sleep slipped right out of his head at the anticipation of the long-awaited application filling his mind. He pulled out of Oliver’s arms and ran to the doorway, not even realizing he was buck naked.<br /><br />“Hey, little boy, before you even think about opening that door, I think you should consider putting on a robe, unless you want to give Mrs. Clairborne across the street a heart attack as she spies your beautiful body.”<br /><br />David jumped at the sound of his partner’s voice then looked down at himself and blushed deeply. “Oh my God, Ollie, thank you, I forgot I was naked. It’s just that I heard the mail box lid and I….I..”<br /><br />“I know what you were thinking and I know your excited to see if your package came, but I don’t think that the first thing Mrs. Clairborne wants to see this morning is your package, so put on a robe”<br /><br />“Yes sir,” David replied as he ran upstairs for his bathrobe. Oliver let out a small chuckle, pulled on his pants and walked over to the door. He realized he was also anxious to see if the application had arrived as he pulled the door open and reached into the mail box to pull out a huge envelope marked NYPD.<br /><br />“Is it here, Ollie, is it here?” David inquired as he ran down the stairs two at a time.<br /><br />“Yes, David, it is. But calm down before you hyper-ventilate.”<br /><br />David waiting with growing impatience as Oliver held the envelope in his hand. Finally, Oliver handed it over. David ran to the kitchen table and ripped open the thick brown envelope. He couldn’t believe all the forms he had to fill out and requirements he had to meet. He shook his head as he read that he needed a full medical exam, a written and oral psychological exam, documents of his college or university credits, character investigation, fingerprinting, a job standard test and a pre-hire interview.<br /><br />“This is going to be harder work than I thought,” he muttered to Oliver who was scrambling a couple of eggs.<br /><br />“Well, kiddo, you know it wouldn’t be a walk in the park, but I know you’re up to the challenge. You also know I’m here to help you and support you every step of the way.”<br /><br />“I know, Ollie, and I can’t thank you enough for your love and support; without both, I don’t think I could make it.”<br /><br />“Okay, now that that is said, help me with breakfast then we’ll get to those forms.”<br /><br />“Aren’t you going to work today?”<br /><br />“No, I’m going to take a personal day; they owe me about a million of them. We’ll call up Dr. North and see if he can see you today, then we’ll contact Woodbury College in Vermont for a copy of your transcripts. After that we’ll go down to the Application Centre to get you fingerprinted and find out where you need to go for the other tests.”<br /><br />“I appreciate that, Ollie, but before we go, may I contact Ivan and tell him the good news.”<br /><br />“Sure go ahead, and don’t forget to tell him I said ‘hello’ to him and Martin.”<br /><br />“I will and, Ollie, I love you.”<br /><br />“Back at ya, kid,” Oliver replied and gave his Brat a loving swat on his robe-covered behind. “Hurry up and eat now and then email Ivan; we have a busy day ahead of us.”<br /> <br />It was a few days later in the early morning when Oliver was awaken by the sound of retching coming from the master bath. He quickly jumped out of bed and swiftly walked over to the door. He tapped lightly before entering to find his partner on his knees with his face deep in the porcelain bowl.<br /><br />Oliver knelt down beside David and began to gently rub his back. When David was finally finished, his body slumped against Oliver’s in exhaustion. His body was covered in a cold sweat and shivered as another spell of nausea wrapped its’ claws around him.<br /><br />Oliver knew what was making David ill. It was due to him having to have his psychological exams today and it was scaring him to death.<br /><br />“Sshhh, David, it’s okay. Take deep breaths, baby; try and relax.” Oliver began to rock his young partner back and forth, all the while whispering comforting words into his ear and placing tender kisses on his forehead.<br /><br />“Ollie, I’m such a basket case. I don’t think I can go through with those tests today,”<br /><br />“What are you so afraid of? You really have nothing to worry about.”<br /><br />“Oh don’t I?” David fractiously inquired. “What about the fact that I’m gay and that I live in a discipline relationship?”<br /><br />“Oh, David, you don’t have to admit to the type of relationship we live in. I don’t want you to hide the fact that you’re gay or the fact that you live with someone, but that’s all the information you have to give them.”<br /><br />“But….but…”<br /><br />“But what, kiddo?” Ollie asked as he placed another kiss on David’s head.<br /><br />“But what if they ask what kind of relationship do I have with my partner?’<br /><br />“Well let’s see, mmm; you can tell them you have a loving partner.”<br /><br />“Right, I can tell them that for sure,” David replied<br /><br />“Yes, and you can tell them we have a strong and trusting bond to each other,” Oliver continued.<br /><br />“That’s true, but what if they ask what role does each of us play in the relationship? How can I answer that one without giving things away?”<br /><br />“Tell them the truth. Tell them we are in an equal partnership that we share everything 50/50 and no decision is made about our relationship or the household with discussing it with the other. Tell them we have a relationship that is build on not only love, but also on trust and strong communication. We value each other’s thoughts and ideas and would never do anything to hurt or destroy that relationship.”<br /><br />“Oh, Ollie, hearing you say those words all makes sense, but I’m afraid if I say them they will get a sense that I am holding something back and tell the admission board that I am hiding something and therefore I am not suitable for the job.”<br /><br />“David, you may have your faults but one of them is certainly not the power of words and communication. You have entered a room that is filled with hate and mistrust among the occupants sitting around the table and in just a few moments with your words and actions, you have them all talking and realizing they can work things out. Take that power you have, David, and communicate your feeling for me and our relationship in that interview room, and believe me when I say you will pass with flying colors.”<br /><br />“Are you sure?”<br /><br />“Have I ever lied to you or mislead you before?”<br /><br />“Never!” David exclaimed as he turned to face his Top, eyes glistening with tears he threw his arms around him and held him close.<br /><br />The two men stayed that way for a few more minutes, and then Oliver pushed his Brat away and lifted himself and David off the cold bathroom floor.<br /><br />“Alright, now I want you to take a shower, brush your teeth and get ready for those tests. I will drive you there personally and wait outside to take you home.”<br /><br />“But, Ollie, I may be in there for hours.”<br /><br />“It doesn’t matter. I have some paperwork to do and a new novel, I want to start; so don’t worry about that. Now come and get a move on, the clocks ticking.”<br /><br />At precisely ten am, David and Oliver pulled up in front of the Police Academy Medical Division Building at number one Lefrank City Plaza. David was still a little anxious but the fear and nerves he had this morning had disappeared. He kissed Oliver once for good bye and twice for luck, then departed the car and walked up the stairs with a confident and steady gate.<br /> <br />In the next few weeks after the Psychological testing, David was doing his best to prepare for the Job Standard Test which test an individual’s ability to perform both typical and atypical physical tasks which can be expected to be required of a Police Officer’s response to either a routine radio run or critical incident. This test is a continuous timed event comprised of six stations that must be completed in four minutes, twenty eight seconds without stopping. He was up to standards in the physical challenge but was having a very hard time with the firearms portion of the test. <br /><br />One evening when he was online with Ivan, Ivan suggested that he needed a professional trainer who’s been through the test to lend him a hand. David concurred and after a few minutes of dialogue back and forth, Ivan excused himself for a few moments. When he reappeared on the screen, he made a suggestion that caused David’s heart to pound with excitement. Ivan told David he had asked his Top, Martin, for permission to travel to New York to act as David’s personal trainer. Martin, Ivan stated was overjoyed at the prospect of visiting New York and if it was alright with Oliver, he and Martin would come and pay them a visit.<br /><br />David let out a whoop and hollowed for Oliver to come join him in the study. Oliver came running in, expecting to find his Brat in some sort of physical pain, only to find him dancing around the computer screen in some sort of joyful ritual.<br /><br />“David!” Oliver raised his voice in order for David to hear him over the whooping and cheering. “What’s come over you?”<br /><br />“Oh, Ollie, great news; Ivan volunteered to come to New York to help me train for the Job Standard Test and Martin thought it was a great idea. He was wondering if it would be alright with you if they came for a visit.” David stopped dancing around and ran over to Oliver and spun him around in circles before he continued. “They can come, can’t they Ollie? I mean, you have no problem with them visiting, do you? I think it would be great for you to show Martin where you work and stuff and I’d have a competent, experience cop to help me through this next stage. Please, Ollie, please say yes….please…”<br /><br />“David, for Pete’s sake. Stop spinning me around. I’m getting dizzy,” Oliver stated all the while smiling at his excited partner. <br /><br />David did as he was told, but still kept a grip on Oliver’s arms as he stared at him in anticipation.<br /><br />“I think that is a great idea. I’d love to see Martin again and I know it would be great for you and Ivan to get to know each other better. By all means, get back on line and tell them to pack their bags.”<br /><br />“Oh, Ollie!” David screeched as he began to plant kisses all over Oliver’s face. “Thank you and I love you. Thank you.” <br /><br />David sat back down in front of the computer and relayed the invitation to Martin and Ivan. It took a few days for the Russian couple to arrange visas and all the other necessary paperwork involved, but by week’s end they were on their way to America.<br /> <br />Oliver and David met the two men at JFK on Sunday evening. After warm embraces and gathering of luggage, they set out to grab a bite to eat then head back to the Brownstone.<br /><br />Ivan and David sat in the back seat discussing police work and the reasons behind David’s career change while Oliver and Martin sat in the front discussing Oliver’s work and setting the agenda for sight seeing tours.<br /><br />“Where would you like to eat my friend?” Oliver asked<br /><br />“I would love to have some of your famous American barbecued ribs please,” Martin replied.<br /><br />“Yes, that sounds excellent,” piped in Ivan.<br /><br />“Ribs it is. It just so happens that I know a great rib place near here called ‘Blue Smoke’. They have the best ribs in New York and they also offer some great Jazz music,” Oliver informed the two visitors.<br /><br />“Jazz; oh my friend, how did you know that Jazz is my favorite type of music?” Martin inquired.<br /><br />Oliver let out a small chuckle as he stated that Martin only mentioned it a thousands times or so during their conversations throughout the years.<br /><br />The conversation on the ride to restaurant was taken with catching up on each other’s news. It was only when they were seated at a small table in the corner of the restaurant that the topic of David’s career change was brought up.<br /><br />David told them about his progress so far and how he was looking forward to the Job Standard Test and of course basic training. <br /><br />“Are you apprehensive about David’s career choice, Oliver?” Martin asked<br /><br />“No, not really. I must admit when I think about some situations he may be placed in, I get a little nervous. But I’ve never seen him so happy and content, so I will learn to live with the nervous feelings.”<br /><br />“Well, I can tell you, my friend, I’d be concerned if you weren’t nervous. Every morning when Ivan leaves for work, I say a small prayer that he will return to the safety of my arms. I am very proud of him and the work he does and like David, he is very happy about his career choice. And if you would grant me the permission to give you a little advice…”<br /><br />“Of course, Martin. What pearls of wisdom do you wish to pass on to me?”<br /> <br />“Communication is the key. Make him discuss his day and the events that took place. Police officers have a tendency to keep the job to themselves. This causes tension in the home, so make him discuss it all; the good, the bad and the ugly. Let him know you are behind him one hundred percent and most of all, never leave the house angry with each other. If anything were to happen, you would regret angry words or actions till your dying days.”<br /><br />“Thank you, my dear friend, your words are a comfort and I agree with them whole heartedly.”<br /><br />David and Ivan sat silently as their Tops discussed their mutual careers and both were filled with pride and love as they listened to their Tops words.<br /><br />The conversation then turned to the events of the next few days. While Ivan was helping David with his physical training and practice at the firing range, Oliver would become tour guide. Marin stated he wanted to visit the Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building, the famous Bronx Zoo, and of course, Ground Zero.<br /><br />“Boy, Ollie, Martin is going to keep you busy,” David stated.<br /><br />“That he is, but I don’t mind showing off my city to him. All those places sound great, but I thought we’d start off at my magazine first before going to various tourist locations. Then tomorrow evening, the boys can join us for a romantic carriage ride through Central Park before going over to their mutual friend, Elliot Porter’s home for dinner.<br /><br />“Wonderful! Wonderful!” Martin smiled while raising his glass of wine for a toast. “Here’s to good friends, good times and best of luck to young David on his road to change.”<br /><br />“Here, here!” the others replied while clinking their glassed together.<br /> <br />The two weeks went by very quickly. Oliver kept Martin busy gallivanting all around New York City, while Ivan made sure David was up for the challenge of the Job Standard Test. The young Russian police officer was a great instructor and he was thrilled when they got a pass to the firing range and members of the NYPD invited him to visit their main station, Police Plaza. He was even more thrilled to visit the CSI lab. He was amazed on how the TV show, CSI New York, captured the true essence of the lab and the people who worked in scene investigations. It was so real to him; he almost thought that he would run into Mac Taylor walking down the corridor. By the middle of the second week, Ivan decided David deserved a little R & R and inquired about a gay bar they could go to.<br /><br />“There’s a great bar I heard about in Manhattan called ‘Rawhide’. I hear it’s friendly with a great atmosphere upstairs. I also heard that downstairs there is a little leather that comes into play”<br /><br />“Oh, Davey, that sounds delicious. Let’s go there.”<br /><br />“What did I hear about the Rawhide Bar?” Oliver asked as he walked into the kitchen.<br /><br />“I was just telling Ivan about some gay bars in the city,” David answered with a gulp as he wasn’t aware that Oliver was in hearing distance of their conversation.<br /><br />“Well let that be all you do about the Rawhide bar, young man. I don’t want you frequenting that place. It has a rough reputation.”<br /><br />“How do you know, Ollie? Were you ever there?” David inquired.<br /><br />“As a matter of fact, I was a few years ago; just to cover a story mind you. But what I saw taking place downstairs is no place I want you to be. Is that clear?”<br /><br />“What did you see, Ollie?” David asked, his interest now peaked like never before.<br /><br />“Never you mind; just mind my words and do not go there. Take him to the Eagle. That’s a great place, with great food and dancing.”<br /><br />“But, Ollie, I want to go some where different. We always go the Eagle.”<br /><br />“Fine; go to Gerry’s or Sirens but do not go to the Rawhide. Understood?”<br /><br />“Understood,” David reluctantly stated. “Come on, Ivan. Let’s go shopping for some new duds so you’ll look extra sexy tonight.”<br /><br />“Ivan,” Martin spoke up as the boys were about to depart. “I trust you to do the right thing while you are here and respect our host wishes. Is that clear?”<br /><br />“Yes sir, perfectly.”<br /><br />“Fine; now come here and give me a kiss before you go shopping.”<br /><br />The two Brats gave their respective Tops kisses, grabbed their jackets from the closet and were off for their shopping spree.<br /><br />“Oh, Ollie, is it okay if we stay downtown and grab a bite to eat, then go straight to the club instead of coming back here?”<br /><br />“Sure; that makes sense. Have a good time, but remember not to stay out to late and keep your nose out of trouble. The last thing you need is to be arrested.”<br /><br />“Oh, Ollie, sometimes you worry like an old mother hen. Don’t fret, everything will be just great.” Both Brats yelled ‘love you’ as they bolted out the door.<br /> <br />The shopping was fun and both men got some new skin-tight blue jeans and new shirts. They looked extra good as they walked into the restaurant. All the girls gave them second glances which pleased Ivan to no end. He even began to flirt with a couple of them just for the hell of it. He was having a tremendous time. He couldn’t wait to tell his buddies back home what a great place New York was. When the meal was over, they left the restaurant and started to walk down the street.<br /><br />“Which way to the Eagle?” Ivan asked<br /><br />“The hell with the Eagle, we’re going to the Rawhide,” David replied<br /><br />“I don’t know, Davey; your Top made it quite clear we were not to go there.”<br /><br />“Look, Ivan, I’ll never get another opportunity to go there after I get into the department, so I’m not going to pass up this chance now. You can go home if you want to, but I’m going with or without you.”<br /><br />“Well to be honest with you, I’m quite curious about the place myself; especially after Oliver’s mysterious warnings.”<br /><br />“Yeah, that’s what got me thinking too. Come on, it’s just down the block from here.”<br /><br />“Do we need reservations or anything?”<br /><br />“I sure hope not, but we’ll find out soon enough.”<br /><br />As it turned out no reservations were necessary. The boys made their way down to the bar and after a couple of beers; Ivan led David to the dance floor. The music was pounding out from every nook and cranny and lights of all colors were blinking in rhythm to the various beats. After about an hour on the floor, David went back to the bar and started making inquiries about the downstairs portion of the bar.<br /><br />“I don’t know about that, sweet cheeks,” the burly bartender smirked. “You look a little too fragile to go down there. Your partner on the other hand looks like he handled a whip or two in his time.”<br /><br />“Don’t worry about me, darling,” David replied with a slight slur to his voice. The beers were starting to work on him.<br />“I’ve been disciplined by the best, let me tell you.”<br /><br />“Ha-ha, sweet cheeks, there’s discipline and then there’s Rawhide’s brand of discipline.”<br /><br />“Look, darling,” David was starting to become slightly agitated. “Just bring it on and I’ll show you what I’m made of.”<br /><br />“Okay, but don’t say you weren’t warned.” Turning to a hulk of a man guarding a door just left of the bar, the bartender shouted above the music. “Hey, Charlie, take these two charming gentleman downstairs and introduce them to Guy.”<br /><br />“Yes Sir, Mr. Warren. This way, gentlemen.”<br /><br />Ivan and David followed the huge man down a circular staircase until they reached a dimly lit corridor. They walked down the corridor a bit then stopped to let the man knock on a gigantic leather door. He used a leather looking mallet to pound on the door three times, then waited a few seconds before pounding three more times.<br /><br />The door silently opened and the man stood aside to allow Ivan and David to enter.<br /><br />When they came through the threshold, they were greeted by two men clad only in a leather vest and jock cup.<br />Around their necks were silver studded collars with a brass ring attached to the middle like a dog harness. Before the two Brats could resist, they were stripped of their jeans, undershorts and socks. Leather G-strings were placed on their bodies as well as collars similar to those of the two men in front of them. The two leather clad men then each pulled out a leather leash and attached them to the brass rings on David and Ivan’s collars. Next, the two boys were led by the leash further into the room.<br /><br />As his eyes adjusted, David saw various tables in different positions. On each table lay a young man on their stomachs, with their legs spread wide and ankles and wrists attached to the legs of the table by leather handcuffs.<br /><br />“I think we’re in trouble, Ivan,” David whispered to his Russian friend.<br /><br />The man holding David’s leash gave it a hard tug then slapped him hard on his bare buttocks. “Silence, slave; no one gave you permission to speak.”<br /><br />‘Oh shit!’ David thought to himself. ‘This evening is not going to have a happy ending.’<br /><br />They were each led to a table and made to bend over and were shackled down. Their shirts were unbuttoned and the ends were lifted up to expose their backs. They tried to struggle but the two men were much stronger than they so their efforts were futile.<br /><br />“Master Guy,” the man at Ivan’s head spoke. “I give you new sacrifices for your amusement.”<br /><br />“Thank you, my precious. Now let me take a look at what I have displayed before me.”<br /><br />The man known as Guy walked around each table to inspect David and Ivan. His hands slid down their backs with a gentle touch and when he reached their very exposed buttocks, he scraped his nails over the delicate skin. He then reached down and gave their balls a gentle squeeze.<br /><br />“Very nice, precious; you have brought me a great prize. I can tell by their unmarked skin that they are virgins to our world, so I will be gentle on them for tonight. But if they ever return, I can not promise the same restraint.”<br /><br />David turned his head to look into the eyes of his friend. He was sure the fear he saw there, masked his own.<br /><br />“Now, my two precious virgins, I will start with a leather paddle, then work my way up to the leather strap. Ready or not, here it goes.”<br /><br />He moved in between the two tables and ordered the table to be lowered at their heads so David and Ivan’s butts were up in the air. Taking a paddle in each hand, he began to spank them both. At first the rhythm was soft and the paddle moved from cheek to cheek, but soon the paddle began to come down harder and harder until the two boys were gyrating in pain. They began to moan as they felt their bare butts begin to burn. After twenty swats each, Ivan and David’s bodies were covered in sweat and their gasps could be heard through out the room. Suddenly the paddling stopped. <br /><br />David and Ivan then felt soft smooth hands running over their sore butts. They jumped slightly as cooling ice packs were placed on their skin, momentarily soothing the burn. <br /><br />“That was very good, my little virgins. Now for the leather whip. Are you ready? Good!”<br /><br />David and Ivan felt leather strips running down their backs and over and across their butts. The first crack of the whip hit them squarely in the middle of the back. It stung like crazy and both young men let out a yelp. The whip continued to fall on their backs and butts in a crisscross motion. They tried not to cry out, but after several minutes they couldn’t control themselves and almost in unison, they let out a loud moan. David almost wet himself when he felt his body being lifted up to expose his leather covered genitals. Guy lowered the whip and gave David then Ivan two small snaps of the leather on each of their balls. Next he took the whip handle and ran in up and down their ass cracks. <br /><br />They both held their breaths in fear what was about to happen. But as suddenly as the discipline began, it was finished as Guy moved away from the table.<br /><br />“Rub some cream on their wounds. Give them their cloths and let them go home. If they wish, give them a pass so they can return tomorrow night.”<br /><br />When they were released from the table and helped to stand up, Guy returned once again to stand beside them. He gently brushed the sweat from their faces and gave them each a tiny kiss on both facial cheeks. <br /><br />“I told you, my sweets, I was going to be gentle with you this time. I regret that you may be a little sore tomorrow but I promise you, there will be no scars and soon the pain will leave you.” With those words, he bid them good bye and disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.<br /><br />David and Ivan were released from their collars; the leather G-strings removed and they were handed their clothes. They both hissed with pain as they got redressed. As quickly as their sore asses and back would allow, they ran up the stairs and out the door.<br /><br />They didn’t stop running until they reached the garage park. David’s hands were shaking as he tried to get the key in the lock.<br /><br />Finally, sitting in the safety of the automobile, they reached out and with arms around each other’s necks; they began to cry, finding comfort in their shared pain.<br /><br />“Ivan?” David whispered in his friend’s ear. “How are we going to explain the marks on our backs and butts to our Tops?”<br /><br />“We just don’t let them see us naked for a few days. I sleep in pyjamas, how about you?”<br /><br />“I usually just sleep in my shorts, but I’ll wear a pair of PJ’s for a couple of days and tell Ollie I’m trying to sweat off those last pesky three pounds or so.”<br /><br />“Ya, that will work. And if we can avoid them seeing us in the shower or getting dressed, we’ll have it made, as you Americans are fond of saying.”<br /><br />Getting themselves under emotional control and convincing themselves that they could actually pull the wool over their Tops eyes, they began their journey home.<br /><br />Maybe if they were lucky, their Tops got tired of waiting up and were in bed already. Unfortunately, as luck would have it, Oliver and Martin were still sitting around the kitchen table looking at Oliver’s portfolio when the two Brats walked in.<br /><br />“Hi, boys, how was your night? Did you have fun?” Oliver asked, looking up from the pictures.<br /><br />“It was great. But we’re both beat so we’re both going to wash up and then jump straight into bed.”<br /><br />“You don’t want to stay up and share a nightcap with us?” Martin asked Ivan. “It is unlike you to retire so early.”<br /><br />“Well, since it’s the last day for David’s training and since I am his trainer, I have to get up at the crack of dawn as he will be doing, so I better take advantage of a few hours sleep.”<br /><br />“Very well, my dear, I will be up shortly.” The two Russians kissed and then Ivan walked slowly up the stairs, every step an agony.<br /><br />“Hey, Ollie, may I borrow a pair of pyjamas?”<br /><br />“Pyjamas, when did you suddenly decide to sleep in pyjamas? You always told me you found them restrictive.”<br /><br />“I know, but when I was trying on my new jeans, Ivan made a comment that I had a few more pounds to loose. So I thought by sleeping with PJ’s and putting on a heavy blanket, I may be able to sweat off a pound or two.”<br /><br />“I don’t think that will work, baby, but if you want to give it a try, go ahead. You know where I keep them; help yourself to a clean pair.”<br /><br />“Thanks, Ollie; see you upstairs.”<br /><br />David jumped into the shower and gave out a yelp as the water hit his back and buttocks. He was sure Ivan was feeling it too. ‘What a stupid idea that was,’ he thought to himself as he gently wiped himself off then slipped into a clean pair of soft cotton pyjamas.<br /><br />He usually had to lie on his back to fall asleep, but of course that was impossible. So for the next hour he tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position. When Oliver walked into the room, he watched his partner thrashing about.<br /><br />“Can’t get comfortable, baby?” he asked as he lay down next to his Brat.<br /><br />“No. I guess it these damn pyjamas,” David lied once more.<br /><br />“Oh, poor baby. Don’t worry, soon this damn training will be over,” Oliver said as he pulled David into a spooning position. He heard his Brat gasp in pain and he immediately pulled away.<br /><br />“Hey, baby, what’s wrong? I don’t think I was holding you that tight, was I?”<br /><br />“No, Ollie, you were holding me just right. It’s just that all this physical training Ivan is making me do, is finally taking a toll on my body.” David closed his eyes as another lie came from his lips.<br /><br />Oliver began to rub his Brat’s back in a comforting gesture but the action had the opposite effect. David let out a loud yelp and sat up in bed.<br /><br />“Okay, David, what’s going on? That was more than a yelp from sore muscles.”<br /><br />David sat up in bed and was about to confess when a knock came on the door.<br /><br />“Come in,” Oliver said.<br /><br />The door opened and Martin, with Ivan in toe, entered the room.<br /><br />“Oliver, I fear we have a problem on our hands.”<br /><br />“Problem, Martin? What type of problem?”<br /><br />“It seems our two little Brats had a little adventure this evening and they were going to do their best to keep it from us.”<br /><br />“I knew it. I knew something was wrong. Well, young man, start talking,” Oliver stated, giving David a hard look.<br /><br />Looking over at Ivan it was evident to David that he had already been punished by his Top. His nose was still runny and his eyes were red from shed tears. David also noticed that Ivan’s hands were still rubbing his now even sorer backside.<br /><br />“We…..I mean Ivan and I….well we…..we …..”<br /><br />“Spit it out, David. You what?”<br /><br />“We went to the Rawhide bar and went downstairs.”<br /><br />“You what?” Ollie shouted. “Even after I clearly told you not to?”<br /><br />“Yes Sir. And, well, it was an experience, let me tell you. We ah….we ah …were introduced to a Master Guy and well, we got paddled and flogged.”<br /><br />“You got paddled and flogged?” Oliver began to pace back and forth in front of the bed. “Strip right now, young man. I want to see the damage done to you.”<br /><br />David felt his bottom lip begin to quiver as he pushed the blankets aside. Placing his feet on the floor and turning to face the wall, he slowly removed the pyjamas and shorts. He heard a short gasp coming from behind, followed by a few curse words as Oliver inspected the damage done to his back and backside.<br /><br />Turning towards Martin, Oliver asked, “Is your Brat in the same shape as mine?”<br /><br />“Almost; his backside is now a little redder however, as I feel David’s will be shortly.”<br /><br />“You’re right about that, my friend. Now if you will excuse us, I have some discipline of my own to hand out.”<br /><br />“Of course; I understand perfectly.” Turning to Ivan, Martin continued, “Come, my little Russian Minsk, we still have some talking to do.”<br /><br />Oliver closed the door then slowly turned back towards David, whose whole body was shaking with remorseful sobs.<br /><br />“Oh, Ollie, I know I deserve to be punished for disobeying you and going to that bar. Then to compound the trouble I was in, I tried to lie and cover up the fact that I had been there. But can it wait until my training is over?”<br /><br />“No, David, it can’t. I’m very disappointed in you, young man. What came over you anyway?”<br /><br />“I don’t know, I guess curiosity; or maybe the fact that if I make it thought the Academy I will never be able to frequent that type of establishment, or maybe it was a combination of things. But I know I did wrong and for that, I am deeply sorry.”<br /><br />Oliver sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for David to lie over his lap. It took only a few hard spanks to have David crying again in both shame and pain. Thinking Oliver would hold back the strength of his slaps didn’t happen. As each slap hit his already tender skin, David let out a yelp until the slaps turned to a soft touch. David stood up and fell into Oliver’s arms. <br /><br />Oliver fell back taking David with him. He held his partner close, rocking him back and forth until the tears subsided to be replaced by soft breathing as the young man cried himself to sleep.<br /><br />The next morning after breakfast, Oliver told David he was to write an essay about the consequences of lying and covering up. Martin told Ivan he too had a writing assignment, but both were forgiven and that was all that mattered.<br /> <br />A few days later David found himself at the Police Academy preparing for the Job Standard Test. He was lead out to the field along with ten other potential cadets and after a few instructions from the lead instructor, the tests began. Ivan sat in the background with a stop watch in his hand to keep time of David’s progress. All though Oliver wanted to attend it was not permitted. Ivan got special permission only because he was a Police Officer himself.<br /><br />The first test was the Barrier Surmount. David, from a kneeling weapon-ready position, had to sprint fifty feet and surmount a six foot barrier. The Stair Climb was next where David had to proceed from the Barrier Surmount to a six stair climb system and complete three over-and-back traverses. Physical Restraint Simulation followed as David proceeded from the Stair Climb to a controlled-force tactics and training device which measured his ability to resist or control force in a physical restraint situation. From there David proceeded to the Pursuit Run where he had to run/jog around a pattern of cones for approximately six hundred feet. From there he went to the next location which was called the Victim Rescue in which a simulated victim rescue involving a thirty-five foot drag of a one hundred and seventy pound mannequin occurred.<br /><br />Finally, came the last test; the Trigger Pull. David had to proceed from the Victim Rescue station to a trigger pull station. He had to pick up an inoperative firearm, hold the firearm within a nine-inch diameter metal ring and pull the trigger sixteen times with the dominant hand and fifteen times with the non-dominant hand. Once inserted, the firearm must remain within the metal ring for the completion of the trigger pull cycles. <br /><br />After this test was concluded the timing was stopped and each candidates’ time was checked to ensure that all tests were completed within the four minutes, twenty eight seconds allotted. <br /><br />When David finished shooting the last of the fifteenth round with his left hand, Ivan looked down at the stop watch. A huge smile came over his face as he looked at David’s time. The young American had finished the whole test in four minutes and nineteen seconds. The hard training had paid off. The look on David’s face let Ivan know that he too knew he had finished well below the needed time.<br /><br />The prospective future Police Officers were thanked for coming and were told the results of their tests would be sent to the Police Commissioner, who in turn would inform them by a phone call in the next twenty four hours if they had made it to the Academy.<br /><br />Ivan was waiting for David in the parking lot and both embraced before heading home. David thanked Ivan for all his help. They sped home to share the results of the test with their Tops. Ivan knew by experience this was going to be the longest twenty-four hours of David’s life as he waited for that phone to ring.<br /> <br />David didn’t have to wait that long. At eleven am exactly, the phone rang. It was the Commissioner asking David if he could be in his office by eleven-thirty. David said he could and asked if he could bring Oliver along. The Commissioner stated he had no problem with Oliver accompanying him. Ivan and Martin both wished David luck then went over to Elliot’s to await the news.<br /><br />David was a very nervous on the drive there but he also felt in his heart, he had passed all the tests and he was well on his way to fulfilling his dream. His instructs were right on the barrel.<br /><br />The Commissioner stood up and shook both the men’s hands when they were lead into his office. After serving coffee, the Commissioner got right down to business. He informed David he had the highest average of all the potential cadets and that because of his background in negotiations, after completing his basic training, he would be sent to Quantico, Virginia where he would partake in the FBI’s classes in hostage negotiations. David was told that although he would be trained in the basics at the Academy, the Commissioner wanted him to obtain a higher grade of training that only the FBI could offer. David was ecstatic. He jumped to his feet and after giving Oliver a huge hug, he held out his hand to the head of the NYPD. He thanked him graciously and promised him he would not let him, himself or the department down. <br /><br />Oliver smiled as the Commissioner let out a small chuckle because he was sure this man had heard that exact statement thousands of times. But knowing his Brat the way he did, he knew David would fulfill that promise.<br /><br />When they arrived back home, David and Oliver along with Martin, Ivan, Elliot and his new partner went out for a celebratory dinner then for a romantic carriage ride in Central Park.<br /><br />The next day before taking Ivan and Martin to the airport, they stopped off at Ground Zero. Each man bowed their heads in silence as they were caught up in their own thoughts of what occurred in this place just eight short years ago.<br /><br />At JFK, hugs were shared as well as departing gifts. All four men agreed it was a great visit and promised that they would stay in touch. <br /><br />Back at the Brownstone and finally alone, David and Oliver made sweet love to each other and fell contently asleep in each others arms. <br /><br />It would be a few weeks before they could be together again, because David had to move into the barracks to complete his basic training. While in Virginia, he could stay in a hotel or apartment, so Oliver made arrangements with a friend he knew in Washington, to sublet an apartment there so the two partners could be together. <br /><br />Life was about to become very exciting for the pair, but they were both up for the challenge of David’s career change.<br /><br />The EndLJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693291260252434660.post-62950855575401964292009-04-30T15:47:00.000-07:002009-04-30T15:48:17.035-07:00Houston NightsWritten By: D’be-D’be<br /> <br /><br />March was almost over and the signs of spring were popping up all over New York. The stores and businesses were decorated for the Easter season and the smell of chocolate was in the air.<br /><br />David Bradford didn’t feel in a festive mood. Things at work were becoming more and more stressful because of the recession and short tempers in fear of employment lines in corporate America. Union members were feeling the pinch more and more everyday, and the strain was beginning to show in every negotiation David was involved in. He needed a break and soon. <br /><br />It was the end of another long day and David was pleased to see his partner’s car parked in his usual location. The only event that helped David make it through these days was the thoughts of seeing Oliver’s smiling and supportive face at the end of the work day.<br /><br />“Hi Ollie,” David shouted as he slammed the door behind him. “Man, am I happy to be home.”<br /><br />“I’m glad to have you home, babe,” Oliver replied as he planted a soft kiss on his partner’s lips then helped him remove his coat. “I have some exciting news to share with you.”<br /><br />“Oh yeah? That’s great. I could sure use some right now.”<br /><br />“Another bad day, eh?” Oliver inquired.<br /><br />“No more that usual, but I don’t want to talk about that now. I want to hear all about your exciting news.”<br /><br />“Well let me start by asking if you can get a few days off?”<br /><br />“I’m sure I can, why?”<br /><br />“Well, I’ve been giving a new assignment. I’ve been asked to fly to Houston and cover the 25th anniversary of Wrestlemania.”<br /><br />“OH MY GOD…..OH MY GOD!” David screamed and began jumping up and down. “Wrestlemania; oh Ollie, that is fabulous. You bet I’m going with you and if they won’t give me the time off, I’ll quit this stupid job.”<br /><br />“I thought that news would lift your spirits. I’ve already confirmed our flight and hotel reservations.”<br /><br />“Oh Ollie, I can’t tell you how happy you just made me. I can’t wait. Where are we staying?”<br /><br />“The hotel is called the Houstonian and it is very gay friendly. It’s located in an eighteen acre complex in North Houston. Another highly-rated thing about this hotel is that there is a complete spa area just down a wooded path that includes a tranquil floating pool and rainforest massages.”<br /><br />“Oh Ollie, that sounds heavenly.”<br /><br />“It does, doesn’t it? I also put a call in to Mark, you know the Undertaker, to meet up with him and his new partner while we’re there.”<br /><br />“He and Jamie Noble broke up?” David asked.<br /><br />“Yeah, it just wasn’t working out. But he’s involved with someone else now and you’ll find out all about it when we go to Mark’s apartment Wednesday evening.”<br /><br />“That’s right. The Undertaker is from Houston, isn’t he? I didn’t know if he stayed in Houston after he and his wife, Sara, divorced.”<br /><br />“Yeah, he did. He let her keep the house because she has the kids most of the time due to his travel schedule, but he bought an apartment in downtown Houston so he’d have a place to crash when he’s not on the road.”<br /><br />“Oh Ollie, I’m so excited. Look, if you didn’t start dinner yet, let me take you out for a romantic dinner to celebrate this great news. Then when we get home, I’ll show you just how happy I am over your glorious news.”<br /><br />Oliver pulled David into his arms and after a long passionate kiss, he told his young partner to quickly shower and change while he called up their favourite restaurant and made the reservation.<br /><br />As David ran up the stairs, he had a feeling that this evening was going to be a hell of a lot better than the day had been. He was right it was. After a delightful meal, the two men went back to their home and made love to each other like there was no tomorrow.<br /> <br />**********************<br /><br />On Wednesday, April 1st, David and Oliver flew out of JKF to Houston. Throughout the entire flight, David filled Oliver in on all the fights that were to take place at Wrestlemania, and all the events that were to take place at the Reliant Stadium and Centre leading up to the main event. Having already received his schedule from the magazine editor, Oliver was aware of all the events. But he got such great joy in listening to his Brat describing every minute of what was going to take place during the five days, so he just smiled and pretended he was hearing about everything for the first time.<br /><br />The driver and car the magazine company had arranged to meet Oliver and David at the airport, took them immediately to the hotel to check in. After the two had refreshed themselves, the driver then took them to the Undertaker’s apartment. All the way there, David couldn’t sit still. His mind went back to the first time he met his favourite wrestler and the kiss he had given him before he left their home. He also remembered the spanking he got during the evening for lying to Oliver about going to the see the Undertaker wrestle at the Gardens.<br /><br />“David, for Pete’s sake calm down!” Oliver ordered. “You’re working yourself into such a state, you’ll be unable to eat. Now relax!”<br /><br />“Oh Ollie, I’m trying, believe me I am. But you know how I feel about the Undertaker and I’m also anxious to see who his new partner is.”<br /><br />“I know, baby; but please try and control your nerves, okay?”<br /><br />“Okay, I’ll try.”<br /><br />Oliver gave his head a shake but he gave his Brat a reassuring smile of support as the limousine pulled into the parking garage. He then led him up to the apartment complex where Mark Callaway, alias the Undertaker, waited for his company at the door.<br /><br />“Hi, Oliver, it’s great to see you again.” The nearly seven-foot man greeted as he gave Oliver a warm embrace. Next he turned his attention to the young man standing next to his friend and smiled. “And how are you, David?”<br /><br />David tried to reply but quickly discovered he had no spit left in his mouth. So when he tried to answer his host, his ‘I’m fine’ came out sounding as if Kermit the Frog was talking.<br /><br />Callaway just laughed as he led the two men into the apartment. “Dinner will be ready shortly. Can I offer you two a drink while we wait?”<br /><br />“I’d love a beer, Mark,” Oliver replied. “What about you, David?” he asked as he turned to his Brat.<br /><br />David, however, was too enthralled with all the pictures on Mark’s walls that were telling their own stories of the eighteen years that the Undertaker has been with the WWE, to even notice he was being spoken to.<br /><br />“David?” Oliver tried again.<br /><br />“What….oh did you say something, Ollie?” David asked as he reluctantly turned away from the photographs and memorabilia.<br /><br />“Yes I did. Mark asked if you wanted a drink before dinner.”<br /><br />“A diet Coke please, Taker,” he answered before once again turning his attention towards the wall.<br /><br />Mark let out a small chuckle as he made his way to the kitchen. When he returned, a young man was by his side. The young man stood about 6’ 1” and weighed about 225 pounds.<br /><br />Oliver noticed that like Mark, this young man had a few tattoos on his body. He also noticed the young man’s hair was a multitude of colors ranging from blue to green to red. <br /><br />“Jeff, why don’t you be a dear and offer our guests a seat in the living room while I check up on dinner.”<br /><br />“Yes sir,” Jeff answered in a low southern drawl. <br /><br />David, recognizing the voice, turned around and came face to face with Jeff Hardy. “You’re Taker’s new partner?” he asked.<br /><br />Hardy, keeping his eyes to the floor, just nodded then handed the beer to the older of the two men.<br /><br />“Hey Jeff,” David said. “There’s no need to be embarrassed about it. You’re among friends here, so relax, okay?”<br /><br />“Thank you, uh…?”<br /><br />“Oh, sorry. I’m David Bradford and I’m Oliver’s partner.” David held his hand out.<br /><br />Hardy, with a sigh of happy relieve, gave David a handshake then handed him his diet Coke. <br /><br />David led Jeff back toward the wall of pictures and the two men began discussing the upcoming Wrestlemania.<br /><br />“Uh Jeff, can I ask you a personal question?” David asked.<br /><br />“Sure, why not? if I don’t like it, I just won’t answer.”<br /><br />“Fair enough. The feud you’re having with your older brother Matt, is that just a story line or what?”<br /><br />“No, it’s the real thing. Matt is pissed off that I’m with Taker. He doesn’t like the fact that someone else has taken over his role as disciplinarian.”<br /><br />“You mean Matt used to discipline you?”<br /><br />“Yeah, he did. As you must know if you’re into wrestling, my mom died when I was nine of brain cancer and Matt sort of took over as my caretaker. Well I can be a little bratty and eventually Matt discovered the only thing that calmed me down, was a good old-fashion spanking. I tried to tell him the way he spanked me and the way Taker spanks me is entirely different. True, Matt loves me and spanked me out of love, but Taker is in love with me and I with him. When he disciplines me, it is not only out of love but out of concern and for behavior modification. He set down some rules that give me security in a way that Matt’s methods never did. Another way the discipline differs is that Matt used to spank me and then let me cry it out alone. Mark holds me and gives me comfort. That’s what I really need and Matt can’t understand that.”<br /><br />“I know what you mean. I have some family members that would not understand my disciplinary relationship with Oliver either. But what Oliver and I have is the most special, perfect relationship one could ever imagine. He knows when I need some grounding and he is not shy about handing out some discipline of his own.”<br /><br />“I know. Mark told me about your relationship so I’d realize I have an ally.”<br /><br />“It must be hard for you, Jeff, being with Taker every day and not letting the other wrestlers know about your relationship.”<br /><br />“Yeah, but we find ways of getting around it and besides, there are a few who know. Take Taker’s current ‘girlfriend’, Michelle McCool; she knows about us and has no problem being a buffer for us.”<br /><br />“That is so cool.”<br /><br />“Hey David,” Jeff asked, changing the subject somewhat. “Do you like dancing?”<br /><br />“I love dancing; why?”<br /><br />“There is a club here in Houston that has the reputation of being one of, if not the best, gay nightclubs in the country. I was thinking of checking it out after dinner. Would you like to come with me?”<br /><br />“Man, would I ever.”<br /><br />“Great! After dinner we can make an excuse and sneak out to the club.”<br /><br />“Sneak out? Why do we have to sneak out?”<br /><br />“Mark forbade me to go. He’s afraid someone will recognize me and it will get all over the media that Jeff Hardy was seen at a gay nightclub. But I told him I would change my appearance and I’d be extra careful.”<br /><br />“Gee, I don’t know, Jeff. If your Top told you not to go; besides I don’t want the Undertaker mad at me for going along with your plan.”<br /><br />“David, don’t you see it will be perfect? I mean, you’re not a wrestler. So if you and I walk in together, we’ll just look like any other gay couple out on a date. If we act like an active couple, no other guys will bug me for a dance or into the back room, so I’ll be safe and we’ll both have a great time.” Jeff could see he had David convinced the plan would work as he made his way over to his partner and sat down on his lap.<br /><br />“It looks like you two are getting along,” Mark commented.<br /><br />“Yeah, we sure are. We’ve made plans to spend more time together while David is here. It will be fun to have a fellow-Brat to hang around with.”<br /><br />“Good, just as long as those plans don’t include the South Beach Club.”<br /><br />“What’s the South Beach Club?” Oliver asked.<br /><br />“It’s a gay bar that I forbid Jeff to frequent; isn’t that right, Jeff?”<br /><br />“Yes Sir, I know. I understand your concerns and I’ll behave.”<br /><br />“See that you do! Now why don’t you go and check on the dinner for me and take David with you while Oliver and I finish our conversation.”<br /><br />After the two young men had left the room, Mark turned to Oliver. “Oliver, I’m going to ask you a favour.”<br /><br />“Sure, Mark, what is it?”<br /><br />“You know I’m not one to interfere in another Top’s relationship with his Brat, but I’m going to make an exception in this case and ask you if you would demand that David not go to that club either. I have a sinking suspicion that Jeff will try and convince David to go with him. But if David refuses, I think, no I know, Jeff won’t go either. Especially if he believes he may get David in trouble with his Top.”<br /><br />“Consider it done. David, may I have a word with you alone for a minute, please?”<br /><br />Taker went and joined his own Brat in the kitchen while Oliver took David aside.<br /><br />“Look David, I know I said this was your week to have a great time and all, but I am setting down a rule.”<br /><br />“What rule?”<br /><br />“I do not want you attending any gay clubs while you’re here, especially the South Beach Club. Mark told me about the reputation that club has and so I don’t want you anywhere near there, is that understood?”<br /><br />“But Ollie……”<br /><br />“No buts about it. Now Mark thinks that Jeff will try and talk you into going with him and if he does, I want you to insist that you will not go and he should not go either. Is that understood?”<br /><br />David remained silent for a few seconds before telling Ollie he understood. In his mind that didn’t mean he’d promised not to go; it just meant he understood the rule. So when he and Jeff went to the club later, he wouldn’t be breaking a rule because he didn’t really agree to the rule in the first place.<br /> <br />When the dinner was over and the dishes were done and put away, the four men made their way back into the living room. Jeff and David remained standing as their two Tops took a seat.<br /><br />“Uh, Mark?” Jeff spoke up. “Is it alright if I take David over to the Stadium and show him the ring and maybe introduce him to some of the other guys?”<br /><br />“Sure, if it’s okay with Oliver.”<br /><br />“It’s fine with me on the one condition. You both be back by midnight because we all have a big day tomorrow.”<br /><br />“Great! Thanks, Mr. Newman. I promise I’ll have him back here in plenty of time.”<br /><br />“Yeah, thanks Ollie.” David concurred with Jeff’s sentiments as he gave his Top a farewell kiss. Jeff did the same and they were off.<br /><br />In the parking garage, Jeff opened the trunk of his car and pulled out a duffle bag. He pulled out a short-haired, blond wig and placed in over his own long colourful locks. He then inserted green-coloured contact lenses in his eyes and put a pair of black dress shoes on with hidden lifts that made him look well over six-foot four. To finish off the ensemble, Hardy put on a sports jacket with huge padding that made his slender built look much bulkier. <br /><br />David was amazed and impressed. If he didn’t know the man standing in front of him was one of the top young wrestlers of the WWE, he would never have recognized him.<br /><br />They set out for the club where they had a terrific time. They danced together all night and David for the first time in a long time, felt the tension leave his body and the stress of the last few months as quickly forgotten. The two Brats were enjoying themselves so much that the consequences of their actions never crossed their minds. <br /><br />Jeff was having such a good time, that by the time they left the club at 11:30, he didn’t notice two of his fellow wrestlers coming out of the restaurant next door. However, they recognized him. That disguise couldn’t fool them. They knew Hardy’s way of walking and the sound of his voice. The only saving grace was that these two wrestlers knew that Jeff was gay, so his reputation wasn’t in danger.<br /><br />Unfortunately, what Hardy didn’t know, was that his behind was in deep trouble when the other wrestlers inadvertently told Taker they had seen Jeff, along with another fine-looking young man, come out of the South Beach Club. And if so fact so, David’s behind would be in the same sling.<br /><br />The two young men got home way before the set curfew; even taking in the time Hardy took to get out of the disguise. <br /><br />After hugs and thank you, David and Oliver left the apartment and made their way back to the hotel.<br /><br />“Did you have fun tonight, baby?” Oliver asked his Brat<br /><br />“I sure did!”<br /><br />“David, you smell like you’ve been around smoke or fire works. What’s with that?”<br /><br />David forgot about the light show at the club and the smell of sulphur it may have left on his clothing. It only took a minute however to come up with a believable explanation. “Oh, they were testing the entrance smokes and lights at the stadium for the various wrestlers and I guess I was standing too close.”<br /><br />“I hope you weren’t in the way.”<br /><br />“No, as a matter of fact they didn’t even notice that I was there.”<br /><br />‘God,’ David thought to himself. ‘One lie is leading to another. I better stop while I’m ahead.’ He yawned loudly. “I’m really tired, Ollie. Is it okay if I just shut my eyes until we get to the hotel?”<br /><br />“Oh I’m sorry, baby; of course,” Oliver pulled David into his arms and held him against his body. He could feel his young man trembling. He didn’t understand why, so he just chalked it up to being tired and still a little stressed out and excited.<br /><br />********************<br /> <br />Oliver and David met the Undertaker and Jeff at the entrance of the Reliant Stadium on Thursday morning. David followed Jeff as he prepared to meet with some children from the Make-A-Wish Foundation, while Oliver went with Mark to the ring to start taking some still photographs for Oliver’s project.<br /><br />“Hey, Taker; how’s it going?”<br /><br />Oliver turned to see another wrestler make his way towards the ring.<br /><br />“Hey, Adam; how’s it going?” Turning to Oliver, Taker made the introductions. “Oliver, I would like you to meet Adam Copperland; better known by his stage name ‘Edge’.”<br /><br />The two men shook hands and then Adam turned back to the Undertaker. “Were you with Jeff last night at the South Beach Club?”<br /><br />“What do you mean by me being with Jeff at the South Beach Club?” Taker demanded. “Jeff wasn’t at the Club. He was here with David showing him the lights and stuff.”<br /><br />“I don’t mean to argue with you, Taker, but Triple H and I saw Jeff with a young dark-haired guy leaving the Club around 11:15 pm last night. Mind you, even though Jeff was in disguise, we both knew it was him.”<br /><br />“Excuse me, Adam,” Oliver spoke up. “Do you mean that dark-haired young man over there?” Oliver pointed over at David who was standing beside Jeff while he was giving out autographs.<br /><br />“Yeah, that’s him. Who is he?”<br /><br />“He’s my partner and his name is David.”<br /><br />“Hey, you two look a little pissed off. I hope I didn’t speak out of turn or anything.”<br /><br />“Don’t worry about it, Adam,” Taker said as he slipped out of the ring and made his way over to his Brat with his fellow-Top trailing close behind.<br /><br />The kids were excited to see the Undertaker and always being the gracious man that he had the reputation for, he took the time to sign every last piece of paper and answer every question that was put to him. From time to time he’d look up at Jeff. <br /><br />Jeff’s heart fell to his stomach as he recognized the warning signs coming from those green eyes. <br /><br />In the meantime, David felt the strong hand of his Top, grabbing his arm and pulling him away to whisper in his ear.<br /><br />“You and I are going back to the hotel to have a little talk.”<br /><br />“Now, Olive? Not now; I want to go over to the Radiant Centre and get some autographs.”<br /><br />“Oh yes, young man, right now. I just found out that you went against my wishes last night even though you stated you understood my point and my concern.”<br /><br />David knew his goose was cooked. Glancing over at Jeff and seeing the look on his face, he realized Jeff would be cooking in a similar pot when the Undertaker had him alone.<br /><br />******************** <br /><br />Not a word was spoken in the limo all the way back to the hotel. Silence also remained in the lobby, elevator and corridor leading to the room. Once inside, David tried to plead his case by reminding Oliver that although he told him he understood what he meant when stating his concerns about going to the club with Jeff, he didn’t exactly agree not to go.<br /><br />Oliver told him he was arguing semantics. That no matter what spin he tried to put on things, he still broke a rule and to compound the situation he even told a bold-faced lie to his Top in the limo about the smell of smoke.<br /><br />David came to the conclusion he had lost this battle. So with no more arguments forthcoming, he began to undress and after pulling his pants and undershorts off, took his familiar position over Oliver’s lap.<br /><br />Although it wasn’t the first time he had been spanked, the first slap always made him jump. He bit his lip and did his best to contain the tears that threatened to flow. After fifteen quick and hard slaps to his left and right rear cheeks, David gave in to the pain and the release and let out a loud sob.<br /><br />“Ollie!” he pleaded between the tears. “I’m so sorry for the whole incident. I-I guess I was caught up in the thrill of being with Jeff and forgetting all about that stupid job and all. I-I knew I was doing wrong, but I did it anyway. Please forgive me…..please!”<br /><br />Oliver stopped the spanking and pulled David onto his lap and held him close. “Of course, I forgive you. I know you’re sincerely sorry for what you did.”<br /><br />“So all is forgiven and the punishment is over?”<br /><br />“Not quite. I want you to give an apology to Mark for taking part in Jeff’s plan to deceive him. Is that clear?”<br /><br />“Yes sir, I agree that an apology is due.”<br /><br />“Good! Now when we get back to New York I want you to consider taking a leave of absence from your job. It’s giving you too much stress and I won’t put up with that.”<br /><br />“Oh, Oliver, I’m so glad you suggested that. As a matter of fact, I was going to talk to you about quitting that job and considering another line of work.”<br /><br />“Oh really, and what is that, baby?” Oliver asked as he continued to rub the young man’s back and rock him back and forth in a comforting motion.<br /><br />“I’ve been thinking of joining the New York Police Department as a hostage negotiator.”<br /><br />“What? Are you serious?” Oliver was stunned. This was the first time David had ever brought up this scenario.<br /><br />“It’s been a dream of mine for a long time and well, I just didn’t know how to approach it.”<br /><br />“I guess we have a lot to discuss when we get home, don’t we, young man?”<br /><br />“Yeah, I guess we do.”<br /><br />“David,” Oliver whispered as he gave his partner a tender kiss. “You know I’ll be there to support you in any decision you make because I love you and I want you to be happy.”<br /><br />Kissing him back, David replied, “I know that, Ollie, and I love you too.”<br /><br />“Fine; now let’s get you redressed and that face of yours washed. I’ll call Mark and see if we can go over and speak to him for a few moments.”<br /><br />David let out a huge sigh and Oliver knowingly smiled. He knew David wasn’t looking forward to this particular meeting.<br /><br />********************<br /> <br />Back at the Undertaker’s apartment, Jeff Hardy had just finished getting a discipline lesson of his own. His bottom was red hot from the spanking he had just received but he could withstand the pain because he was now cuddled up in the giant arms of his lover. A man who had the reputation of being tough and mean, but Jeff knew that was just for the fans. Mark was really a soft-hearted, gentle man who gave Jeff the unconditional love and support he always needed and craved for. <br /><br />He let out a slow moan as Taker began nibbling on his ear lobe and was about to turn over to reciprocate when the phone rang.<br /><br />Mark answered it on the second ring and Jeff heard him agree to something. Taker then hung up the phone and began getting out of the bed.<br /><br />“Hey, big man; where are you going? Get back here and finish what you started.” Jeff held out his arms to his lover.<br /><br />“Remember where I was, baby.” Taker let out a laugh. “Right now, we’re getting company. Oliver and David are coming over for a few minutes.”<br /><br />“Why?”<br /><br />“Oliver is making David apologize to me and, young man, while he is doing that, I want you to apologize to Oliver. Is that clear?”<br /><br />“Yes Sir.”<br /> <br />When David and Oliver arrived, Mark took the younger man into the study while Jeff stayed out in the living room with Oliver.<br /><br />When the Undertaker had closed the door behind him, he walked up to the young man who was visibly shaking. “Oliver said you have something to say to me, boy?” Mark stated in his deepest and scariest voice as he towered over David.<br /><br />“Yes Sir.” David’s voice began to shake as he spoke. “I’m so sorry, Taker, for having gone along with Jeff’s plan. I know it was wrong and what the consequences could have been if someone had recognized him. I am truly sorry if I upset you and did anything to get Jeff into trouble. The only thing I can say is, I hope you’ll forgive me and that I promise to never go against your wishes again. Also may I add, please don’t choke or slam me; I bruise easily.”<br /><br />Mark did his best to keep up the pretence of being the big bad Undertaker, but he couldn’t. He let out a loud chuckle at David’s last remark. “Okay, kid; I forgive you and I believe it when you say you are truly sorry. I promise not to hurt you this time, but if you ever go against my wishes again, I may not be so gracious next time. Understood?”<br /><br />“Yes sir; loud and clear!”<br /><br />“Okay, let’s shake hands and forget the whole thing. Agreed?”<br /><br />“Agreed, and thank you, Taker.” David let out his breath as relief filled his body. He hoped Jeff was meeting with the same forgiveness. Knowing his Top, he was sure that he was.<br /><br />For his part, Jeff Hardy stood before Oliver and also asked forgiveness for pulling David into his little scheme. He hoped Oliver could and would forgive him.<br /><br />Oliver gave Jeff a warm smile and a gentle pat on the back as he stated, “I do forgive you and I accept your apology, but if you ever get David in trouble again, I can’t promise I will be so forgiving next time. Understood?’<br /><br />“Yes sir, and don’t worry; I really like David and I respect both you and Mark and I promise never to disrespect either of you again.”<br /><br />The rest of the visit went smoothly and the two Brats made a vow to each other that they would do their best to keep each other out of trouble.<br /><br />As far as the rest of the week went, David had a great time, his stress was gone, and Wrestlemania was a huge success, The Undertaker won his match, although Jeff lost his, and Oliver got some great pictures for his magazine.<br /><br />As they made their way back to New York, David and Oliver held hands and relived the week in Houston and although the first night hadn’t been so great, the rest of the time was fantastic. <br /><br />Now as they returned home, David was about to begin a new chapter in his life. He knew having Oliver’s love and support was making this whole new life possible.<br /><br />The End.LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693291260252434660.post-80266264434207061052009-04-30T15:45:00.001-07:002009-04-30T15:46:59.739-07:00To Russia With LoveWritten By: D’be-D’be<br /> <br /><br />David walked into the house with the smells of his favourite Russian food emanating down the hallway from the kitchen.<br /><br />“Hey, Ollie, what’s up with the Russian food?” he yelled as he threw his top coat over the stairs banister. “I thought we were having beef tonight,” he continued as he made his way to the kitchen. He found his partner dishing out the final carton of takeout into two separate plates.<br /><br />Before Oliver answered his younger partner, he took the time to place a long romantic kiss on the parted lips.<br /><br />“Mmm….Okrosh,” David remarked, licking his lips as he moved away from Oliver.<br /><br />“Yeah, I have to admit it. I couldn’t resist one spoon full of the soup as I poured it into the bowls.”<br /><br />David moved over to the table and took in all his favourite Russian dishes. The Okrosha soup for starters, the pan fried meat balls called Kotlety along with baked and steamed vegetables and if his instincts were right, Oliver had the raspberry fruit dessert Kissel waiting in the fridge.<br /><br />A sudden grip of fear came over him. Did he forget an important anniversary or something? He knew it wasn’t Oliver’s birthday or their anniversary. <br /><br />Oliver saw the look in his lover’s eyes and began to chuckle. “Don’t worry, baby. You didn’t forget a thing. I just wanted this night to be special. I mean after all, I am leaving for Russia in a couple of days to cover the presidential elections there.”<br /><br />“Yeah, don’t remind me. You’re going to be away at the same time that my firm is giving me a few days off. Talk about bad timing.” David knew his tone had a pout to it but didn’t care. However, he put a smile on his face because the last thing he wanted to do was to spoil this evening. “Come on let’s eat. I’m starving,” he commented as he grabbed Oliver’s hand and hauled him over to the table.<br /><br />The men ate by candlelight and talked about each other’s work day over the meal and wine. When the last of the main course was gone, Oliver asked David if he wouldn’t mind getting the dessert out of the fridge and put the coffee on. When his Brat was distracted, Oliver reached into his back pocket and pulled out an envelope and laid it at David’s place setting.<br /><br />David was chatting away about this certain union leader as he came back into the dining room holding a tray with coffee cups and fruit-filled dishes dripping over with oodles of dream whip.<br /><br />“Got carried away with the dream whip again I see. I hope you saved some for later.” Oliver laughed as David blushed at the connotations of that statement.<br /><br />David placed the tray down in the middle of the table and was about to serve his partner when his eyes came upon the envelope. “What’s this?” he asked<br /><br />“Open it and find out,” Oliver stated without giving him a hint at what it might be.<br /><br />David did as he was told and for a second his mind and his eyes couldn’t come to terms at what he was seeing, then clarity hit home. It was an airplane ticket from Delta Air with his name on it. When he looked inside he began to jump up and down in excitement as he read Flight 30 Business Class leaving JFK on Friday 4:20 Friday afternoon arriving at Moscow Airport at 10:10 am Saturday morning. Oliver was taking him along; he was going to Russia.<br /><br />The young man let out one huge whoop at the same time jumping into Oliver’s lap. “Oliver, you’re taking me. Oh, Oliver, I love you!” That’s all he got out as lips fell on top of his. Then as the dessert lay uneaten on the dining room table, Oliver let David show him how grateful he really was.<br /><br />*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*<br /><br />In David’s mind, the next two days seemed to crawl by. In those days he helped pass the time by catching up on last minute details at work, then shopping for a few travel items. He accompanied Oliver to the American Embassy where they attended a short meeting on the proper protocol and behaviour the Russian Government expects from their visitors. The one thing the lady conducting the meeting couldn’t emphasise enough, was to never and she repeated never go anywhere without your passport. The Russian police can stop anyone on the street at any time without any need for authorization and can demand to see a passport. If one does not have a passport on them, they are taken to headquarters and can be detained for hours, days or even months if the authorities so desire. The visitor has no constitutional rights and the Embassy help is limited as to what they are allowed to do. Another major rule is to be very careful what you take pictures of. Just read the signs or ask before you take pictures as it will avoid trouble in the long run. Moscow is a very beautiful city and there are a lot of things tourist can take in. If you follow the rules you will have a tremendous time, she reassured the group of people sitting before her.<br /><br />When the lecture was over, Oliver took her aside to ask her a very private question. “Miss Proude, I was wondering how the Russian Police feel about homosexuality?”<br /><br />The tall blond women took a step back and glanced over at David who had remained in his seat when Oliver got up to pull her aside. “Is your friend gay, Mr….?”<br /><br />“Newman.”<br /><br />“Yes, Mr. Newman, is your friend gay?”<br /><br />“As a matter of fact he is, Miss Proude, as am I. We’re partners.”<br /><br />Having spotted Oliver in the crowd during the meeting and finding him very attractive, the woman was a little bit disappointed in hearing that fact, but did her best not to show it. “Well, as you know, Mr. Newman, being a reporter and all, President Poutin, as well as his government openly object to homosexuality, so the police can come down quite hard on a gay person. But if you follow the rules and don’t show affection for each other in public, you shouldn’t have any difficulties.”<br /><br />“We’ll keep that in mind. Thank you for your time.” With those words, Oliver gestured to David that it was time to go. Before they left, David managed to grab a few brochures on items of interest he would like to take part in while in Moscow for five days.<br /><br />On the way home David studied and took notes as to what he could do to pass the time in Moscow during the day when Oliver was at his meetings. He was glad they would have the weekend together to explore the great city and to have Oliver’s help in getting around.<br /><br />“Hey, Oliver, can we go to Gorky Park Saturday afternoon? It states here in the brochure it’s kinda like Central Park and Coney Island wrapped into one. There are trails and gardens to walk through and it even has amusement rides and everything.” Before Oliver could answer, David shoved another brochure in his face. “Or what about the Tretyakov Gallery? Wow, they have some great exhibitions going on now. Can we, Ollie?”<br /><br />Oliver pulled David into his arms and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead as he chuckled. “Yes, David, we can and don’t forget that the Moscow Times who are sponsoring our visit, has obtained ballet tickets for Saturday evening and that on Sunday evening we have to attend the Presidential Reception.”<br /><br />“I know; but I thought if you could help me get to the Gallery and shops from the hotel, I won’t have that much trouble getting there on my own on Monday.”<br /><br />“Are you nervous about going, baby?”<br /><br />“No, not nervous; a little anxious maybe, but I’m really looking forward to it.”<br /><br />“Me too, and just as long as you follow the rules, everything will be just great.”<br /> <br />Friday finally arrived and soon the men were sitting in first class on the nine hour flight to Moscow. They amused themselves by watching the movie, reading or just simply relaxing. When Oliver took out his briefcase to go over his notes one more time, David took the opportunity to catch a little nap. He snuggled up as close to Oliver as the seats would allow and was soon fast asleep. Before he knew it, Oliver was shaking him awake.<br /><br />“We’re about to land, baby. Place your seat up and get your passport ready.”<br /><br />“Jesus. Oliver, would you stop harping on that. I have my passport. It’s right here around my waist in the money belt you gave me, so relax all ready.”<br /><br />Oliver was about the remind his young partner as to why he had to keep harping about the passport but was interrupted by the pilot’s voice instructing the stewards to prepare for landing.<br /><br />The landing went smoothly as did the departure and customs. They were met at the Delta Terminal by the Editor and Chief of the Moscow Times who to David’s annoyance and Oliver’s amusement reminded the two men about the importance of holding on to their passports at all times.<br /><br />Martin Pushkin, who insisted they call him Marty, was a very distinguished looking gentleman with thick wavy grey hair and beard. He had a friendly and open manner to him that made the two Americans very comfortable in his company. He gave Oliver the itinerary on the way to the Golden Ring Hotel which is one of the hotels affiliated with the Department of Affairs of the President of the Russian Federation and because of this, is rated one of the highest luxury hotels in the city. <br /><br />Both Oliver and David took note as they approached the entrance that the hotel was centrally located and had great access to many restaurants and The Arbat, which is Moscow’s favourite pedestrian street and an ideal place for visitors to stroll amongst the souvenir stalls and watch lively street performers. It is also not to far from various museums or the metro station where one can jump on to reach all the downtown locations.<br /><br />“It is perfect,” Oliver stated and thanked Marty for his choice in accommodations. <br /><br />As the hotel staff took the luggage from the van, Pushkin took the men aside and whispered a sort of apology and explanation for the hotel rooms chosen. “Oliver,” Pushkin cleared his throat. “Um, please do not be offended by this comment because it is not my intention to offend. Due to the laws here in Moscow, you and David cannot share the same room. However, I did manage to get you adjoining suites with an adjoining door, so you will still be able to share in each other’s company but without sharing the same bedroom.” <br /><br />Both Oliver and David could see it embarrassed the man to have to separate the lovers and they let him off the hook easily. “Don’t worry about it, Marty,” Oliver commented as he placed an arm around the big man’s shoulder. “We understand completely and you can assure the rest of your staff that David and I will be very discrete.”<br /><br />Pushkin let out a sigh of relief as he led the way into the lobby. When he was sure the two men would be fine on their own, he bid them goodbye until 8:00 pm when he would return to escort them to the Russian Ballet.<br /><br />After the bellhop had shown him to his room, David waited about ten minutes before knocking on the door that he knew lead to Oliver’s room. When Oliver answered, David struck a seductive pose and with the best imitation he could muster of a total queen, he threw his arm around Oliver and teased, “Well, well, what do we have here? A real man just for me. Can I cross your threshold, big boy?”<br /><br />Oliver let out a laugh as he pulled David to him for a passionate kiss; which lead to two kisses and in turn lead them into testing how well the Moscow hotel beds held out under extreme movement. <br /> <br />The weekend was fabulous. They both slept in because of the fact that they both had a very late evening out at the ballet then drinks with Puskin afterwards. Before saying goodnight and proceeding to their own rooms, they agreed to meet for brunch in the hotel dining room at 11:00 am. After breakfast they began to explore the city. Around 4:00 pm, they made their way back to hotel to get ready for the Presidential Reception which was being at the Russian Embassy. The food and music were exceptional and Oliver even got a chance to speak with the President and introduce him to his colleague, David Bradford.<br /><br />Monday morning greeting them with clouds with a chance of rain but by mid-afternoon the skies turned blue, so David set out on his own, to explore the city in more depth. He even remembered all the rules he was taught at the seminar. He carried his passport and money in the money belt hidden under his shirt, he didn’t take any shortcuts to the metro station and he watched his P’s and Q’s as he browsed the museums and malls. He even managed to pick up a couple of tickets for the circus for Tuesday evening. When he got back to the hotel he was totally exhausted but the sight of Oliver waiting in the lobby took all the fatigue away.<br /><br />“Hi, Oliver, how did your interviews go today?” he asked casually, all the while struggling with the fact that he wanted to throw his arms around his lover and give him a hello kiss.<br /><br />“Everyone was very cooperative during the question period and Martin set up a meeting with President Putin for tomorrow morning at 10:00 am. How was your day?”<br /><br />“It was great! I got some great pictures, picked up postcards for the things I couldn’t take pictures of, purchased some great souvenirs and got us tickets for the circus. Tomorrow I’m going back to visit Gorky Park.”<br /><br />They agreed to have dinner at one of the outdoor cafés then just relax for the rest of the evening. To anyone observing the two men together they seemed no more than very good friends. The hint that they were more than that never showed. As Oliver listened to David going on and on about his day, he felt himself relax more and more. His fear that something would go wrong during this trip seemed a faint memory now. David was on his best behaviour and having the time of his life. Oliver was very pleased that he had taken him along. <br /><br />They went up to their rooms around 7:00 pm. Oliver spent some time with David in his room then kissed him good night around 9:30 pm. He returned to his own room to go over his notes one more time before shutting off the lights. <br /><br />If he had the psychic powers he sometimes had concerning David, he would have never have fallen into such a peaceful sleep. Tomorrow would find his pleasant and uneventful trip turn into a total nerve-racking disaster.<br /><br />David slept right through the first wake up call which made him late to meet Oliver for breakfast. Last night before retiring, he packed away all his souvenirs and took his passport out of the money belt and placed it under his pillow for safe keeping. He had read somewhere that thieves break into American tourists’ rooms just to steal their passports, so David wasn’t taking any chances. In the morning he was so frazzled, he grabbed his money belt without checking if his passport was within. As he said good bye to Oliver at the Train station, he became annoyed when Oliver asked him if he had all his papers and snapped. “For Pete’s sake, Oliver, I’m not a baby. You don’t have to keep reminding me. Of course I have it. Do you want to look to make sure?”<br /><br />Not wanting to make a scene and since he too was running late, Oliver didn’t take David up on his offer to look. Later, he would wish he has taken the time to look.<br /><br />David was still mumbling under his breath as he watched Oliver turn the corner to catch the Metro down to the newspaper. Pushkin had offered a car to Oliver, but he preferred the train. It was a great way to get a feel of the city and its’ people.<br /><br />The young man was so absorbed in his own mood he didn’t see the old woman standing on the platform with her cart of groceries waiting for her train. He managed to run right into her, setting her off balance and tipping her cart at the same time. As he began to apologize to the old woman screaming at him in a deep Russian dialect, he began to place her groceries back into the cart. The old lady thought he was trying to steal her groceries and began plummeting him with her hand bag while looking around as if she were searching for someone. A huge crowd began to gather but quickly dispersed as two Russian police officers approached.<br /><br />They grabbed David by the arm and pulled him to his feet. In broken English one of the men asked to see David’s papers. It was at that moment that David’s life took a turn for the worse. He reached into his pouch to get his passport to only find a handful of Russian bills, and his camera. He began to sweat profusely when he realized his passport was still under his pillow back at the hotel.<br /><br />“My passport is back at the hotel,” he told the cop who was holding out his hand. “If you would take me to the Golden Ring, I will be happy to show it to you.”<br /><br />Suddenly David found himself face down on the hard wooden platform and his hands being pulled behind his back. <br /><br />Again in broken English the cop stated, “You are under arrest!”<br /><br />“Wait! No, you can’t do that. I’m an American citizen and I do have a passport. If you would just…”<br /><br />The cop cut him off. “You may be what you say but you are not in America now and you are walking around Moscow with no paper, which is against our laws.” The cop turned to his partner and instructed him to get the car. David did his best to plead his case but the more he tried the more upset he got, which amused the giant cop to no end. When the police car arrived, David was thrown roughly into the back seat and swept away to a dark and dreary looking building in the west end of the city. He was so frightened he was very close to tears but did his best to control himself. The last thing he wanted to do was to break down like a baby in front of these scary looking men.<br /><br />Once inside the building, David was taken into a damp little interrogation room. His clothes were removed and he was forced to endure a very rough and painful strip search. He knew he would never forget the sound of the rubber glove being snapped on or the look of pure hatred in the guard’s eyes as the giant cop approached him.<br /><br />After the search was concluded he was given an old, smelly jump suit and taken into a dim lighted room whose only furniture was an old wooden table and three chairs.<br /><br />He was left alone for what seemed like hours but was closer to thirty minutes. Suddenly the door opened and another man entered wearing a worn out grey suit and carrying a file.<br /><br />David stood and doing his best to control the tremor in his voice stated, “My name is David Bradford and I live in New York City. I’m staying at the Golden Hotel along with a colleague of mine named Oliver Newman. Mr. Newman is here to interview your President on the up-coming elections. We are sponsored by Mr. Martin Pushkin from the Moscow Times. If you call him, I’m sure he will verify all this.”<br /><br />“Mr. Bradford is it?” the man spoke in a cold non-caring way. “All that you say may be true, but none of that matters. You were walking the street without your papers so you will be taken to prison to serve out your sentence.”<br /><br />“Take to prison!” David shouted. “What the hell are you talking about? I haven’t even been allowed a phone call to my embassy or even been give an opportunity to speak to a lawyer. You can’t just sweep me off the prison, that’s against my constitutional rights.”<br /><br />The man let out a deep cruel laugh as he pushed David back down into the chair. “My dear young man, you are in the Soviet Union where you have no constitutional rights!”<br /><br />Those words broke the last of David’s resistance. He began to cry but didn’t care. He put his head down into his arms that rested on the table and sobbed so hard his whole body shook. “I want my partner, Oliver. Please, I want Oliver.”<br /><br />“Your partner?” the cop asked<br /><br />‘Oh no, another mistake,’ David thought. But at this stage in the game, although he no longer cared, he didn’t repeat the request. Instead he just cried louder.<br /><br />“I will have to see about this new revelation, son. I’ll be right back.”<br /><br />Left alone once more with his thoughts and fears, David got up and began to pace. His sobs had turned to quiet tears but his whole body still trembled. To make an already bad situation worse, he couldn’t hold his bladder any longer and another bout of tears flowed down as he felt a warm liquid dripping down his leg to make a pool in the middle of the floor. “Oh, Ollie,” he prayed. “Please, please come and get me.”<br /><br />He didn’t bother looking up when he heard the door open once more, until he heard a very familiar, comforting voice say, “Did I hear someone praying to be rescued?” David looked up to find Oliver standing in the doorway and he flew into his Top’s arms and clung on for all he was worth. “Oh, Oliver, you’re here, you’re really here; but how?”<br /><br />Oliver managed to pull a chair out from under the table which wasn’t an easy task with David clinging to him as tightly as he was. Once the chair was out, he sat down and pulled David down with him and after he had him calmed down enough to listen, he explained. “Well, young man, I’ve been going through a few hours of hell myself. When I got back to the hotel and found out you weren’t there, I went out looking for you. When I couldn’t find you in any of the shops, I decided I better call Martin. He informed me that a friend of his in the Moscow Police had called the paper and told him of a young American boy he had in his custody. He asked if I knew anything about him. Marty told me he’d been trying to get a hold of me but because I was out roaming the streets looking for you, he couldn’t. He made arrangements to pick me up and take me straight here. For the last thirty minutes, I’ve been behind this glass listening. I just regret I didn’t get here fast enough to prevent the strip search. I’m sorry you had to go through that, baby.”<br /><br />“Not as sorry as I am, believe me,” David replied through a hiccup. “So, I wasn’t in any danger of going to prison?”<br /><br />“Oh yes you were, my boy, or you could have been if the right cop had been doing the investigating. Just thank your lucky stars your case fell unto Ivan’s desk. Ivan and Marty have been partners for a while now and he happened to recognize you from the file pictures Marty had. I let Ivan interrogate you so you would hopefully get it through your thick head the importance of….”<br /><br />David finished the sentence for him, “of never forgetting my passport.”<br /><br />“Where is it, by the way?”<br /><br />“It’s under my pillow in my room where I put it last night. Oliver, I’m so sorry. I got up in such a rush this morning and I was sure I had it and when you questioned my about it again I got so mad. Ollie, can you ever forgive me?”<br /><br />As a tiny smile tugged at the older man’s lips, he answered. “I’ll think about it on the way back to the hotel. Now come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and back into your own clothes.”<br /><br />While David followed Ivan into the showers, Oliver turned to Martin to once again thank him for all his help.<br /><br />“Don’t mention it, my friend. We Tops have to stick together, do we not?”<br /><br />“You mean you and Ivan are in the same kind of relationship as David and I? How did you know?” Oliver asked.<br /><br />“You and I have a good friend in common, a Mr. Elliot Potter. He and I go way back and when he heard my paper was going to sponsor your visit, he called me up and asked me to keep a special eye on you both. He told me about you two and how we shared a lot of things in common.”<br /><br />“I should have known; no matter where I go my guardian angel is always close behind.”<br /><br />“May I ask you a personal question, Oliver?”<br /><br />“Of course, anything you wish, Martin.”<br /><br />“Is the boy going to be disciplined tonight, even after all he’s been through today?”<br /><br />“Oh, you bet his little sore ass he’s going to be. He brought this day on himself and he knows just doing lines won’t cut it this time. He may try to talk me out of it by playing the sympathy cards but deep down I think he knows he’s going to take a trip over my lap.”<br /><br />David heard Martin and Oliver sharing a laugh as he rounded the corner and made his way to Oliver’s side.<br /><br />Ivan gave the young man a sympathetic tap on the back and before they parted, he whispered with a smile in his eyes. “Maybe you should go visit the farmers’ market before you go back to the hotel. There’s a lady there who makes the best cushions which are just great to help protect sore bottoms from our hard wooden furniture.”<br /><br />Oliver let out another chuckle then led David down to a waiting taxi. When they were in Oliver’s room, he helped the young man undress and put him into a pair of his pyjamas. He ordered room service because it had been a while since the two had eaten.<br /><br />Not too much was said during the meal and when it was over, Oliver got up and sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for David to come to him.<br /><br />As predicted, David did his best to try and talk himself out of it but soon gave to the reality of the situation and without too much more protest, he pulled his pyjama bottoms down and took his place over his Top’s lap.<br /><br />It was a short but intense round of discipline. When the last slap hit its’ mark, Oliver asked David if he knew why he was still being punished even after all he’d been through. David told him he did and understood how much worse it could have been. He could be in a Russian prison right now instead of being cuddled and told how much he was loved. <br /><br />After a half hour of just holding his Brat and letting him cry out the pain and shame, Oliver pulled him up to a sitting position in the middle of the bed. “Okay, kiddo, now that that’s behind us, I want you to go look in the top drawer of the bureau dresser.” <br /><br />David scrambled up and did as he was told. He reached in and found an envelope with the Presidential Seal in the corner. He opened up the flap and pulled out two VIP passes to the Moscow Zoo as well as tickets to the famous Moscow Circus on Tsvetnoy Boulevard; all compliments of Vladimir Poutin for tomorrow. <br /><br />David let out a squeal of delight and jumped back onto the bed and into Oliver’s arms. “Oh, Oliver, is this for real?”<br /><br />“Yeah, baby, it is. But before we go, we’ll have to be packed and ready because we have to leave for the airport straight from the circus. I’ve made arrangements with Martin and Ivan to pick up our bags here and meet us at the airport. Ivan has also graciously supplied a police escort from the circus to the airport to avoid any traffic jams that may come up.”<br /><br />“Speaking of Ivan and Martin; that was a real surprise, wasn’t it?”<br /><br />“You can say that again and by the way, I invited them to come pay us a visit sometime. Would you like that?”<br /><br />“Yeah, that would be great. I’d like to get to know Ivan better now that I know he’s not going to torture me or something.”<br /><br />“Okay, kiddo, why don’t we go start packing your things then you can help me with mine.”<br /><br />“On one condition, Ollie.”<br /><br />“And what may that be, baby?”<br /><br />“Here!” David smiled as he handed over his passport. “You take total control of this. I don’t want to go through another day like this again.”<br /><br />Oliver took the papers from his Brat and placed them along side his in his jacket pocket. After they were all packed, they mutually decided to give the Moscow beds one more structure inspection. <br /><br />Before drifting off into each others arms, ‘I love you’ was exchanged. All in all, it was a great few days together but both men couldn’t wait to be back home, in their own bed and back to their own lives.<br /><br />The End.LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693291260252434660.post-42717433924945429182009-04-30T15:44:00.000-07:002009-04-30T15:45:45.835-07:00Wrestling With Your ConscienceWritten By: D’be-D’be<br /><br /><br />David came running into the Brown Stone, slamming the door in the process. “Oliver, Oliver where are you?” he called out in excitement.<br /><br />“I’m in the kitchen starting dinner. What’s got you so worked up?”<br /><br />David bolted into the kitchen and threw himself in his partner’s arms, almost spilling the contents of the dipper Oliver was carrying over to the stove.<br /><br />“Easy, Davey,” Oliver let out a chuckle, “unless you want to wash the vegetables all over again.”<br /><br />“What? Oh, I’m sorry but I got great news.”<br /><br />“Okay, calm down, sweetie, and let me start the vegetables then we’ll sit at the table and you can share your great news.”<br /><br />David waited impatiently until Oliver finished his task. The older man barely had his backside on the chair when the younger one, unable to hold his tongue any longer, blurted out. “Jackson….you remember Jackson? He works in the office next to me. Anyway, Jackson got tickets for the WWE tonight at Madison Square Gardens and not only did he get tickets, he got backstage passes so we can meet the Wrestlers. Isn’t that the most super news you’ve ever heard?” David was practically bouncing up and down as he told Oliver the news.<br /><br />Oliver took a deep breath, knowing what he was about to say would not sit well with his Brat. “It’s great news for Jackson, but not for you.”<br /><br />Puzzled, David asked his Top, “What do you mean by that?”<br /><br />“You’re not going?”<br /><br />“What do you mean I’m not going? Of course I’m going!”<br /><br />“No you’re not, for two reasons. The first being that every time you watch wrestling on television you have wicked dreams that keep you up and in turn keeps me up. Secondly, we’re having guests for a very late meal and I need you to help clean up.”<br /><br />David felt like he’d been stabbed in the gut as he sat down next to his partner. “Come on, Oliver; I promise I won’t have any dreams and if I do I’ll go sleep in the guest room so I won’t disturb you. As for the second point, the place is spotless.”<br /><br />“You’re definition of spotless and my definition of spotless are entirely different and since mine is the only one that counts in this instant that ends that argument. As for your first point, no matter where you sleep it will still bother me if you’re having bad dreams, so I’m sorry, David, you’re not going to the Wrestling matches and that’s final.”<br /><br />As Oliver expected, his young Brat didn’t take this news at all well. He got up off his chair and began ranting and raving that he was not a child and he shouldn’t have to get permission to go anywhere and he didn’t care what Oliver said, he was going.<br />Oliver looked up at his Brat and very quietly stated, “Are you finished? Well I hope for your sake you are, because if you continue your little tantrum you will find it very difficult to sit down for dinner this evening, if you get my meaning.”<br /><br />David began to respond to that statement then thought twice about it. He took a deep breath and sat back down, rejected and teary-eyed. As he sat with head down, he asked Oliver what time the guests were coming over; a plan already beginning to develop in his head.<br /><br />Thinking David had accepted his decision; Oliver got back up and walked over to the stove to check on the vegetables. He took the time to give David a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose as he passed. “Like I said, it’s going to be a late meal because our guests can’t make it over until 10:30 or 11:00 pm. I’m just fixing us a small vegetable dish to keep us until then. Later I’ll get the steaks and other fixings ready.”<br /><br />A plot began to form in David’s mind as he absorbed the time of their guests arrival. That would give him plenty of time to go the wrestling matches and make it back in time, but how could he get out of the house? Then a thought hit him and before he realized what trouble he was setting in motion, he spoke. “Oliver, uh….I didn’t think you’d be so adamant about me not going to the matches, so I took my ticket home with me. Now that I can’t go, it would be a shame to let this ticket and pass go unused. Would it be alright if I called Jackson up to let him know I can’t go and make arrangements to meet him in order to pass over the tickets.”<br /><br />“You’re right, it wouldn’t be fair to let those items go to waste. Yes, go ahead and call Jackson.”<br /><br />Giving Oliver a kiss, if only to ease his conscience, David slipped into the den with the pretence of making a call he had no intention of making. He had already made arrangements to meet Jackson at the Northern entrance of the Gardens at 6:00 pm. He waited for about five minutes before returning to the kitchen, jacket in hand.<br /><br />“Jackson is real disappointed I can’t go. He asked if I could meet him for a drink before he has to go to the Gardens. I may be a little while but I promise I’ll be home in plenty of time to help clean up and prepare the meal, okay?”<br /><br />Not wanting to be a total tyrant, Oliver agreed to let David meet his friend but advised him to be back before 8:30.<br /><br />Before Oliver could read the guilt in his eyes, David yelled thanks and good-bye, and set out to Madison Square Gardens.<br /><br />Jackson had managed to get ring side seats for the matches and David was having a great time. He enjoyed all the matches but he was there especially to see The Undertaker fight. Ever since he could remember, David was a fan of the giant wrestler for a number of reasons. Not only was he a great wrestler, but at 6-11 and 299 pounds, he was in great shape. His long black hair and beautiful green eyes caused David’s pulses to race. One night he even admitted to Oliver that he often fantasized about the man when he masturbated. This caused Oliver a great laugh and ammunition to tease his young Brat on occasion. <br /><br />David looked at the program to see when The Undertaker was scheduled to perform. He noted he would be on after the next match. He looked at his watch and saw it was 8:00 pm. Excusing himself, he made his way to the washrooms and took out his cell phone.<br /><br />His legs became a little shaky and he took deep breaths to keep the nervousness out of his voice. He didn’t want Oliver to get suspicious. On the third ring the phone was answered.<br /><br />“Hi, Oliver, it’s me.”<br /><br />“Ya. kid, what’s up?”<br /><br />“Well, Jackson had more than one drink and he’s a little tipsy. I better drive him home. I gave our tickets to the couple sitting next to us so at least they won’t go to waste. The reason I’m calling is I don’t think I’ll make it home by 8:30.”<br /><br />“That’s okay, kiddo. You get your friend home and settled. That’s the most important thing as you know how I feel about drinking and driving. Just make sure you’re home before our guests arrive, okay?”<br /><br />Taking a deep breath and whispering a prayer of thanks that Oliver bought the story, David agreed. After a thanks and I love you, he hung up and returned to his seat just in time for the Undertaker’s entrance.<br /><br />The match was awesome and of course The Undertaker won his match against Mark Henry. David had a hard time controlling his emotions and at one point during the match it seemed Taker looked right at him, which caused his groin to stir. The final match was over by 9:30 which gave David plenty of time to go backstage and maybe meet the Undertaker in person. <br /><br />A security guard led the way to the locker rooms and before he knew it, David was getting autographs and speaking to many of the top wrestlers in the WWE. <br /><br />He looked at his watch and noted it was 10:00 pm. If he was going to make it home for 10:30, he would have to leave in the next five minutes and so far there was no sign of his idol. Just as David started to walk towards the nearest exit, he spotted the big man coming out of the locker room. David made his way to him and hoping he didn’t say anything that would make him sound stupid. He pulled out his pen and paper and asked for an autograph.<br /><br />The Undertaker was very pleasant and made small talk as he signed his name. David couldn’t help but notice how even better looking the big man was up close. Those green eyes of his just sparkled as he gave David a huge smile and a pat on the back, and thanked him for coming. David found it very difficult to walk away as he felt his erection growing. He prayed Taker didn’t notice as he smiled down at the young man in front of him.<br /><br />“Well, David, I gotta go. I’m invited out to dinner to an old friend’s house and I don’t want to be late. Thanks again for cheering for me.” With those words, Undertaker turned and walked away.<br /><br />As David made his way out of the parking lot, he was on cloud nine. Not only had he met his idol, but he would make it home in time and Oliver would never be the wiser. He kept pushing down the twinge of guilt nagging at him during the short drive, telling himself a little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone. It was exactly 10:25 when he pulled into the drive and noticed a Harley Davidson parked at the curb.<br /><br />“Damn he thought the dinner guest must already be there” He muttered, hoping Oliver wouldn’t be too pissed off. He was sure his Top would understand, or at least he hoped he would.<br /><br />Oliver met his Brat at the door when he heard the key in the lock and greeted him with a warm hug. “Hi, baby, welcome home.”<br /><br />“Sorry I’m late, Ollie, but Jackson was kinda sick.”<br /><br />“That’s okay, Mark and Jamie just got here a few seconds ago. Come in, I think you’ll be pleased to meet them.”<br /><br />The smile that David had on his face quickly faded as he turned the corner to see The Undertaker and Jamie Noble, another wrestler, sitting on the sofa.<br /><br />“Surprise, David.” Oliver chuckled. “I know how much you admire Undertaker and I wanted to surprise you.”<br /><br />“OH MY GOD!” David shouted for more than one reason. As he walked over to the wrestlers with hand outstretched, he began to panic. He hoped Taker wouldn’t remember him. ‘I mean, after all he meets so many fans it’s hard to remember them all,’ David kept telling himself as he shook his hand.<br /><br />“Uh, Oliver, why didn’t you ever tell me you know The Undertaker?” David thought if he kept talking and not give the giant man a chance to say anything, he would divert disaster.<br /><br />“I’ve know Mark Callaway, who you’ve known as The Undertaker, for about five years now; ever since I did a photo spread for WWE Magazine. We met and became instant friends. We have a lot of things in common, the main one being that Taker is also a Top and this young man, Jamie Noble, is his Brat.”<br /><br />David couldn’t believe what he was just told. He turned towards Callaway and with bewilderment asked, “But you’re married and have a couple of children, I don’t understand?”<br /><br />The Undertaker let out that deep laugh he was famous for as he replied. “I swing both ways and my wife, Sara, fully understands and supports my way of life. Just as long as I support her and the girls and keep that part of my life secret, she has no problem with it”<br /><br />David turned to Jamie Noble and smiled. Noble for his part, blushed shyly as he looked down at the floor. David walked over to him and sat down. “So you’re in a disciplinary relationship as well, Jamie?”<br /><br />“Yes, I am.” Being from West Virginia, Jamie’s voice held a thick southern accent when he answered the question. “And very proud that Taker chose me.”<br /><br />“Yeah, man, that’s wild!” David answered as he once again looked over the 6 foot 11 inch man standing next to Oliver. He turned back to Noble and chuckled as he asked, “I bet you know when you’re spanked by him, eh?’<br /><br />“You better believe it, friend!” Noble replied with a chuckle as well.<br /><br />“Hey, Oliver,” Undertaker asked. “Why didn’t you come with David to the Gardens tonight?”<br /><br />David’s world began to spin as he heard the question. His heart began to pound loudly in his ears and his stomach threatened to loose the popcorn and soda he had earlier in the evening.<br /><br />“What are you talking about, Mark? David wasn’t at the Gardens. He was helping out a friend tonight.”<br /><br />With a confused look on his face, Callaway replied to Oliver’s statement. “Well I don’t meant to argue with you, but unless your young man here has an identical twin brother with the same name, David was at the matches tonight. As a matter of fact, I met him backstage and had a pleasant chat with him when I gave him an autograph.”<br /><br />“David?” Oliver asked in a very cool tone. “Is what Mark saying true? Did you lie to me about your whereabouts tonight? Think long and hard before you answer me, young man!”<br /><br />David looked at Noble then at Taker and knew his goose was cooked. With eyes downcast, he mumbled in a near whisper. “I was at the Gardens tonight. I’m sorry I lied to you but I wanted to go so bad. I’ve always wanted to see the Undertaker fight in person and not just on TV, so I let stupidity win over my better judgment. Besides, Oliver, it’s partly you’re fault I had to lie.”<br /><br />“Oh, I can’t wait to hear the explanation behind that piece of logic,” Oliver replied<br /><br />“Well, if you would have told me who was coming over for dinner and that I would finally have a chance to meet the Undertaker face to face, I wouldn’t have felt compelled to skip out and go to the fights.”<br /><br />Mark Callaway couldn’t help but laugh out loud at David’s poor attempt at turning things around. Many a time, he had been in the same position his friend was now, when Jamie tried the same reasoning for getting out of a punishment. It didn’t work for Noble and by the look on Oliver’s face, it wasn’t going to work for David either.<br /><br />Oliver shook his head in amazement at David’s pitiful attempt of reasoning. He knew he had to give David a spanking for his actions but his dilemma was this; should he excuse himself from his guests and do it now, or wait until he was alone with his Brat.<br /><br />Callaway made the decision for him as he spoke up. “Look, Oliver, why don’t you take your young Brat upstairs and have a discussion with him while Jamie and I just relax over a beer and some television. Trust me, I understand.”<br /><br />Giving his friend a thankful slap on the back, Oliver took David by the hand and led the way upstairs. David was already teary-eyed when he looked back and saw the look of sympathy in Noble’s eyes as he watched his fellow-brat being led up the stairs.<br /><br />When they walked into the bedroom, David began to beg for forgiveness even though he knew his words fell on deaf ears. After being ordered to remove his jeans and undershorts, David took up the usual position over his Top’s lap.<br /><br />Oliver didn’t have to ask David if he knew the reason behind the punishment, there was no need. Oliver knew his Brat fully understood what he had done wrong. The spanking didn’t last long but that didn’t take away the intensity of the slaps. As hand met bare flesh, Oliver made damn sure that David got the message. Hearing his Brat cry out in pain and disgrace for lying, he was certain the message was getting through loud and clear. When it was over, he took David in his arms and rocked the tears away. He also told him he was grounded for a month and he couldn’t watch wrestling for the whole time he was grounded.<br /><br />David, knowing he had no choice, agreed with the extra punishment. A passionate kiss let he know he was once again forgiven. <br /><br />Oliver told him to get redressed and go wash up. “Take the time to get your emotions back in check, then come down and help me entertain our guests.”<br /><br />David did just that and was pleased that what happened upstairs, was left upstairs. Neither Callaway nor Noble made mention of it; but then David knew they wouldn’t, being in that sort of relationship themselves. The evening passed quickly with Undertaker patiently answering every question David put to him about certain matches and his career.<br /><br />When it was time to go, Undertaker took David aside and with a gleam in his green eyes, lifted the young man into his arms and gave him a hard, passionate kiss. It took David’s breath away and made his toes curl.<br /><br />“Oliver told me you fantasized about this for a long time and after letting the cat out of the bag tonight, I though the least I could do was to make part of your fantasy come true.” Taker took David’s mouth again, this time pushing his tongue into the open lips.<br /><br />David allowed the wrestler to capture his tongue and wrap it around his own. For those few seconds, David was in a state of euphoria. He moaned as Undertaker pulled away and placed him back on now shaky legs. <br /><br />Giving a wink to a smiling Oliver over David’s shoulder, Undertaker took Nobles hand and bid adieu to his hosts.<br /><br />“Wow!” was all David could get out when he was alone with his Top.<br /><br />Oliver let out a hearty laugh as he made his way to the kitchen to clean up. When he was finally joined by his Brat and saw the look on his young face, he decided that the dishes could wait and led David up the stairs to the bedroom for their own private wrestling match.<br /><br />The End.LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693291260252434660.post-9554079869665467832009-04-30T15:43:00.000-07:002009-04-30T15:44:30.247-07:00The TripWritten By: D’be-D’be<br /><br /><br />David was sitting on Oliver’s lap, his tongue making sensual motions in Oliver’s ear. What he was trying to start was quite obvious. It was a quiet and lazy Saturday afternoon and two men found themselves in a rare and happy situation. They both had the day off with no news or conflicts to interrupt their day. They had started the day at early dawn when Oliver woke his young lover with an affectionate squeeze between the legs which led to a remarkable and satisfying bout of love making and now David was doing his best to return the favor. He was about to climb off his partner’s lap and slip to the floor when his plan was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. His eyes and hand suggested that Oliver not answer but it was too late. <br /><br />Oliver picked up on the second ring and looking down at his young Brat, mouthed ‘mother” to let David know who was on the other end of the aisle.<br /><br />With a teasing twinkle in his eye, David pulled down Oliver’s zipper and pulled out his semi-erect penis. Oliver gave him a glare as David just grinned up at him and began to lick his Top like a lollypop.<br /><br />Oliver let out a silent moan as he tried to carry on a civil conversation with his mother. “Yes, Mother, I’m listening.” Oliver closed his eyes as a moan escaped his throat. “You’re having a family get together tomorrow and you’re wondering if David and I can attend?”<br /><br />“I don’t see why not.” He groaned out loud as a spike of pleasure shot through him. He looked down to see David’s head buried deep between his legs working his now hard member down his throat. He took a deep breath trying to get his body under control but it was a little difficult because of the fact that David’s fingers were playing with his balls.<br /><br />“Uh….when do you…oh God….I…when do you want us there?” Oliver managed to get out. He leaned back in the chair, the phone still on his ear and gave up the fight. His hand slipped into David’s dark hair, caressing as David worked over his hard member. His mother heard him moan again.<br /><br />“No I’m fine, Mother. I just hit my knee on the table. So you want us over by five o’clock.” He watched as David swallowed him whole and bit his lip hard to hold back the loud groan as he arched in his seat and came down his Brat’s throat.<br /><br />Panting softly, he finished listening to his mother asking him to bring a dessert as David stood up and kissed him deeply. The two men swirled their tongues around, causing Oliver tasted himself and moan at the sensation.<br /><br />“What did you say, Mom? No, I’m sorry I didn’t hear you because David just came in and gave me a kiss. What? Yeah I’ll tell him. Okay, Mom, I gotta go. We’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.”<br /><br />As soon as Oliver hung up, he grabbed a hold of David and pulled him back down into his lap. “You little teasing brat, I ought to redden your cute little ass for what you just put me through.”<br /><br />David knew by the tone in Oliver’s voice, he wasn’t serious so he just leaned back and snuggled up. “So we’re taking a trip, eh?”<br /><br />“It looks that way,” Oliver answered all the while placing small kisses up and down David’s neck.<br /><br />“What are we going to make for dessert?” David tried to act as if those kisses weren’t working their magic but by the lump forming in his jeans, Oliver knew he was being successful in his attempt at finishing what his Brat had started.<br /><br />“We’ll discuss that later. Right now, I have another form of dessert in mind.” Oliver lifted David into his arms and carried him up the stairs to the bedroom where once again they made passionate love.<br /><br />************<br /><br />After Oliver’s parents divorced, his mother put out feelers for a teaching job in another city or state and she was offered the job of Dean in a private school in Long Beach NY. She, along with Oliver’s older brothers and younger sister, made the move.<br /><br />It was an extra bonus for her when Oliver got a job with the Associate Press and moved only twenty miles away to New York City. Because of Oliver’s busy travelling schedule, she didn’t see him as often as she desired but whenever the opportunity presented itself, they enjoyed long and satisfying visits. She also liked and approved of his choice of a life-mate. David was just what Oliver needed. Her other children had found partners as well and her only daughter had just become engaged and that is why the family get together was planned as a small celebration was in order. Another reason for the get together was that she had just purchased a new home and she wanted her children to take a look at it. <br /><br />The home was situated in a new development not far from the school where she teaches and all though it was a little far from the beaten path, she made sure she emailed directions to all the children so they would not have to hard of a time locating her.<br /><br />So with directions in hand, David and Oliver left their brown stone early Sunday afternoon so they could spend some time with Corrine before the rest of the family got there from other parts of the state.<br /><br />As they headed out of the city it began to rain which didn’t help David’s mood. He had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and by noon he had been threatened three times with a major spanking if he didn’t stop slamming doors and stomping around the house. David took the hint and for the most part he began to behave himself; that is until they were well on their way and the weather turned dark. The directions Corrine had sent weren’t the most clear and before Oliver could do anything about it. David had made him turn down the wrong exit ramp which David totally blamed on his partner for not listening correctly.<br /><br />They had to drive on this road for forty minutes before they came to a small community service station. By this time David was in full temper tantrum mood. Oliver gave him that warning stare as he left him in the car to go ask for directions, but of course David was to worked up to do as he was told and before Oliver knew it, David had made his way into the station and took over the directions inquiries.<br /> <br />“Excuse me Sir,” David stated as he interrupted Oliver’s enquiry of how to get to Lancaster Estates. “But my friend here turned off the wrong exit and we are completely lost.”<br /><br />Oliver looked over at his Brat and not saying a word, he placed a hand on David’s arm. Then as calmly as he could, he explained, “David, before you so rudely interrupted him, this nice gentleman was about to tell me how to get back on track.”<br /><br />“Well I figured I better come in and get the directions because if I know you, you’ll hear them wrong and then we’ll be on another wild goose chase,” David gave a snappy reply.<br /><br />Ignoring David’s remark, Oliver asked the man to continue with the information. Oliver was pleased to hear that they weren’t as far off track as he’d figured and with just a couple of turns he’d be almost in his mother’s back yard. <br /><br />David was still grumbling and complaining under his breath as the man drew a new map for them while standing at his counter. After the man had handed Oliver the new directions, Oliver asked if he could have the key to the washrooms. <br /><br />The man handed the key over with a smile and wished them a good trip as he watched the older man lead the younger one to the back of the station.<br /><br />As soon as Oliver asked for the key, David knew what was in his future. He dug in his heels into the ground but that didn’t deter his partner. Oliver took a firm grip of David’s arm and led him to the bathroom. Under strong protest then begging from his Brat, Oliver unlocked the door and pulled David inside.<br /><br />Once the two men were alone in the private washroom, Oliver without another word pulled David’s pants down and began to give him a good sound spanking. “I don’t know why you are acting like you are, baby boy, but I will not put up with any more of your rude behaviour.”<br /><br />“Owww…Owww, Oliver!” David cried out. “Please, I’m sorry. I…I didn’t mean to act that way. It’s just that Owww… please, Oliver, stop! Someone may come and hear us.”<br /><br />“Right now I don’t care. Your behaviour was beyond belief. What has gotten into you?” Oliver asked as he laid down four more hard smacks upon the now reddened bare backside of his young Brat.<br /><br />“I don’t know. I’m just nervous I guess about being around your sister’s fiancé ‘cause he doesn’t like me. He doesn’t approve of our lifestyle and he scares me a little.”<br /><br />“That’s no excuse to act the way you did. You could have talked to me about this before we left.”<br /><br />David let out another round of moans as Oliver continued to lay down the law and before he could continue his apology, he lost control and huge sobs overtook him.<br /><br />Oliver stopped the disciple and lifted the young man onto his lap. He held him until the tears subsided then when he was sure David was back in control of his emotions, he asked, “How did my sister’s fiancé give you reason to be so nervous?”<br /><br />“Well it’s hard to explain. It’s not what he said when they came into the city to see us; it’s how he said it.”<br /><br />“What do you mean?”<br /><br />“Well you know he’s a cop and he was telling your sister how he and his partner handled this suspect they were questioning. He told her it was obvious he was queer and so they leaned on him a little. He turned and looked at me and smiled as he told your sister ‘We made the little queen wet his pants’. He said it so harshly and his eyes were so cold.”<br /><br />Oliver pulled David closer as he asked “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”<br /><br />“I guess I didn’t want to sound like a baby. I thought I could handle it but as the time got closer to be at your mom’s, I let my nerves take over. I figured if I kept getting you lost it would be too late to go over and I wouldn’t have to face him. That’s why I made you go down the wrong exit. I also wanted to be the one to get the directions from the garage attendant so I could stall the inevitable a little longer. I’m sorry, Oliver.”<br /><br />“It’s okay, baby, now that I understand. But you know I would never let anyone hurt you.”<br /><br />“I know that, Oliver. It’s just my insecurities I guess. Will you promise me something?”<br /><br />“Of course, baby, what?”<br /><br />“Don’t leave me alone with that man, okay?”<br /><br />“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, sweetheart. If I see he’s behaving badly, I’ll take it upon myself to straighten him out, okay?”<br /><br />“Okay, Oliver, and I’m sorry for how I behaved. Will you forgive me?”<br /><br />“Already have. Now let’s wash your face then get on our way.” Oliver gave his young Brat a loving kiss to show all was forgiven. <br /><br />When they were back on the road, David snuggled up close to his partner. Turning the radio to their favourite station, they sang and held hands all the way to Mother’s house.<br /><br />The End.LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693291260252434660.post-85636665938920074882009-04-30T15:42:00.001-07:002009-04-30T15:42:57.900-07:00The Fire That BurnsWritten By: D’be-D’be<br /> <br /><br />David slammed the front door to the brownstone with an exuberant bang.<br /><br />“Oliver, Oliver, where are you?” he yelled out in joyful enthusiasm. “I know you’re home because your car is in the driveway. Oliver?” <br /><br />“He must be in the basement in the photography studio,” David stated to himself as he headed for the basement. He bounded down the stairs two at a time still shouting out his partners’ name. As he came around the corner, he noticed the red light on above the door to Oliver’s studio. He pressed down on the intercom button next to the door.<br /><br />“Hey, Ollie, is that you in there?”<br /><br />“Who else would it be, Davey?” Oliver’s voice held a teasing tone in his reply.<br /><br />“Guess what Ollie?”<br /><br />“What?”<br /><br />“Oh, I don’t want to tell you through an intercom. May I come in?”<br /><br />“No you may not! You know the door can’t be open when I’m developing film. Go on upstairs and fix us both a drink. I’ll be done in a few minutes then you can share your exciting news with me, okay?”<br /><br />Not too happy at the prospect of waiting but knowing he had no choice, David headed back up the stairs and made his way to the liquor cabinet where he mixed Oliver a gin and tonic and himself a scotch and water. He must have looked at his watch ten times while waiting for Oliver to finish his work and was about to make his way back down the stairs when Oliver appeared.<br /><br />“Finally,” David sighed impatiently.<br /><br />Oliver just laughed at his partner’s lack of patience as he took the glass from David’s outstretched hand. “Sorry, kiddo, but I have deadlines. Now what’s up? Why are you so excited?” Her took a seat in his favorite overstuffed chair and gestured to David to come join him. <br /><br />David needed no other encouragement. He was soon sitting on Oliver’s lap with a huge grin on his face and the excitement he felt when he first came in beginning to show again on his face. Before saying a word, he took a moment to give his partner a passionate kiss; then began sharing his news with Oliver. “Well, Ollie , you know I’ve been carrying out some negotiations between the city and the NYFD, right? Well today a consensus was reached and the Fire Department was so grateful, they asked if there was anyway they could repay me. When I told them I always dreamed of being a fireman and how it would feel to slide down the fire pole or fly down the city street going 100 miles an hour with the siren blowing, the Captain invited me to the station Saturday morning to do an eight hour shift with him. Isn’t that the most super, awesome thing you ever heard?”<br /><br />Oliver, however, wasn’t as excited as David was at the news. The thought of his lover being in harm’s way unnerved him somewhat, but he came to a quick conclusion that the Fire Captain would never let a civilian be in a position where his life was at risk so he pushed down any thoughts of pessimism and doubt, and put a smile on his face. ‘Yes, kiddo, that is exciting.”<br /><br />“I knew you’d agree and I can’t wait. I think I’ll rent some movies to put me in the mood.”<br /><br />“What movies?” Oliver asked.<br /><br />“You know; Back Draft and Ladder 49. I may even watch some old episodes of Emergency on the oldie station.”<br /><br />“Okay, but do you think we could eat first? I’m a little hungry.”<br /><br />“Oh damn, sorry, Ollie, in my excitement I forgot it was my turn to make supper. What do you feel like?”<br /><br />“Why don’t we just go out and have some burgers, then stop by the video store on the way home?”<br /><br />“Oh, Ollie, I love you.”<br /><br />“I love you too, kiddo. Now finish your drink and we’ll be off.”<br /><br />The week went slowly for David, but too quickly for Oliver. He was working on a deadline for a story on corruption in the garbage industry and was in the process of taping and editing interviews with an anonymous source, so he had little time to spend with his partner.<br /><br />David understood and spent his time alone watching the episodes of Emergency he had borrowed from a co-worker. By Friday night he was so pumped he had trouble sleeping. He tossed and turned to the point where he knew he was keeping Oliver awake, although he never heard a complaint from the other side of the bed. Actually the opposite occurred. <br /><br />Without making a sound, Oliver slipped his hand down between David’s legs and began to manipulate him until an erection occurred. He then slipped under the covers and with his skilled tongue and mouth he eased the tension right out of David’s body. Soon the young man was fast asleep in Oliver’s arms with a wide grin on his face.<br /><br />David was already up and making breakfast when Oliver awoke. He showered and dressed quickly then joined his partner at the kitchen table for bacon and eggs.<br /><br />“Wow, Ollie, I want to thank you for the ‘sleeping pill’ you gave me last night.” David chucked as he kissed his lover good morning.<br /><br />“Anytime, kiddo, and maybe some night you can repay the favour.”<br /><br />“You can count on it.” David smirked. “What are you going to be doing today, Ollie, while I’m at the Fire Station?”<br /><br />“I have to meet with a couple more sources for my story then Elliot and I are going over to the club to play some racket ball.”<br /><br />“Sounds great: I’ll be home around six pm and I hope you’ll be here when I get back.”<br /><br />“I’ll do my best. Now I have to go. Have fun, kiddo, and please listen to the Captain and don’t put yourself in any situation where you may be in jeopardy. Okay?”<br /><br />“I’ll do my best,” David stated jokingly.<br /><br />With a very serious voice Oliver grabbed David by the shoulders and looked him right in the eyes as he replied. “I mean it, David; don’t go fooling around out there. Remember just watching TV about firemen doesn’t make you one. Is that understood?”<br /><br />“Yes, Oliver, I understand. Don’t worry. I’ll stay close to the truck if we go to a fire; I promise.”<br /><br />“Good!” Oliver gave David a playful slap on his butt as he kissed him good-bye.<br /><br />After Oliver left, David cleaned up the breakfast dishes before starting to get ready to leave. Just as he opened the front door, a thought occurred to him. The day would really be complete if he had a video history of the event. So without thinking of the consequences for his actions, David ran down the stairs and grabbed a video camera from Oliver’s studio. He also grabbed a tape from the shelf but didn’t take the time to check the tape to ensure it was blank. He just threw the camera and tape in the bag and ran out the door.<br /><br />He had a tremendous day! He got to slide down the pole several times and the Captain even allowed him to assist the engineer with the hoses and gages. He got a lot of footage of himself playing fireman and he couldn’t wait to show it to Oliver.<br /><br />David came running through the door holding the camera and waving the honorary fireman’s badge the Captain gave him. One look at his Tops face stopped his enthusiasm in its tracks. Oliver’s face was red with anger and his eyes were as cold as ice as he starred his Brat down.<br /><br />“David Matthew Bradford, get your butt in here this instant.”<br /><br />‘Oh shit, I’m in trouble,’ David thought. Having his full name thrown at him was not a good sign. “What’s wrong, Oliver? Were you concerned because I was a little late? I’m sorry about that but the guys held a little ceremony for me after the shift was over. See they presented me with a honorary fireman’s badge.” David held the shiny object out for Oliver to see.<br /><br />“Did you capture the moment on film for prosperity?” Oliver asked sarcastically.<br /><br />“Yes, as a matter of fact I did.” Then it hit David. ‘Oh my God; I took the camera out of Oliver’s studio without asking permission.’ He had broken one of the top three rules. His face turned pale at the same time his legs grew weak. He slumped down on the sofa, the badge still in his now shaking hand.<br /><br />“Oh, Oliver, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to share my day with you and since you couldn’t be there I thought a video of the event would be the next best thing.”<br /><br />“You thought that, did you? While your mind was going threw that thought process, did it occur to you to check to see if there was a tape in the camera?”<br /><br />“Well of course I checked, that would be silly of me wouldn’t it?”<br /><br />“Silly isn’t the word I’m thinking of. Did you check if there was anything on the tape that you took from my studio; the studio that is OFF LIMITS to you when I’m not here; the studio where I do all my work?”<br /><br />David’s stomach began to turn. The chilli he had at the fire house was threatening to make its’ way up his throat. Just by the way Oliver was asking his questions David knew he had really blown it, big time.<br /><br />“Answer me, David! Did you take the time to check the tape?”<br /><br />“No,” was all the young man could manage to get out. The lump in this throat was getting bigger by the moment.<br /><br />“Right; let me tell you about my day, David. While you were playing fireman, I was being ragged out by my boss because I didn’t have the film interview of a very important witness to the story I’m doing. I had to tell him that when I came home after my two other interviews to retrieve said item, I discovered the footage was missing, along with my new camera. He wasn’t too pleased with me, because he had promised the networks an exclusive story and now he had nothing to give them. He had to call the studio to explain the film was delayed. He then put me on notice that if I did not have that film in his hands by Monday morning, my job would be on the line.”<br /><br />By the time Oliver finished his tale, David knew he was in deep, deep trouble. He started to say something, but Oliver cut him off. <br /><br />“I want you to go upstairs to our room and stay there until I come get you. I am too angry to deal with your punishment right now and as I told you when our discipline relationship began, I will never spank you in anger. So get upstairs and give me time to calm down.”<br /><br />David, with eyes on the floor, scurried past Oliver, ran up the stairs, threw himself face down on the bed and allowed the tears to flow. How could have he have been so careless and reckless? How could he possibly make this up to Oliver? He cried until exhaustion overtook him and he fell asleep.<br /><br />To calm himself down, Oliver went next door to his friend and mentor.<br /><br />Elliot allowed Oliver to rant and rage for a half hour to get all the anger out. When he came to the conclusion that Oliver was calm enough to listen, he began to advice his friend on how he could deal with his young Brat. “Oliver, I’m sure by now David realizes the seriousness of his actions and has come to the conclusion that a spanking is definitely in his future. What you have to decide, is if it is enough of punishable offense to use an implement.”<br /><br />“I feel that it is. He not only broke two of the top three rules, he put my job on the line.”<br /><br />“I agree. So how do you feel about using something besides your hand to administer the punishment?”<br /><br />“It will be the first time I use an object, but I am confident in my ability to maintain control and still get the message across.”<br /><br />“Very well then, if the anger is completely out of your system and you know what has to be done, there is no need to put it off any longer.”<br /><br />David awoke to the sound of Oliver making his way up the stairs. He began to tremble when he noticed a wooden spoon in his Top’s hand.<br /><br />Without a word Oliver walked over to sit next to his Brat and turned him unto his back. He brushed the hair out of his eyes and frowned when he noticed the dried tear-tracks still on the young man’s cheeks. “David, you know what you did was a very serious offense and you also know in our discussions you and I agreed there may be times when I will be spanking you with an implement. Do you remember agreeing to this?”<br /><br />“Yes, Sir,” was all David said.<br /><br />“And do you agree your actions today demand a spanking with something other than my hand?”<br /><br />“Yes, Oliver.”<br /><br />“Alright, come here and lay over my lap,” Oliver gently ordered. When David was in position, Oliver began the discipline. He used his hand at first to prepare David’s bare buttocks for the spoon. After Oliver had warmed up the skin, he took hold of the spoon and with intense but not unbearable force he laid ten swats down on the young man. That was all it took. David began to earnestly cry out and apologies for his actions. Oliver threw the spoon to the floor and lifted David into his arms.<br /><br />“Oh, Ollie,” David cried as he saw tears swimming in Oliver’s eyes. “I’m so sorry for what I did. I know this form of punishment was necessary but I realize how much it hurt you do have to carry it out. Please let me know how I can make it up to you. I love you so much and you have to believe I did not set out this morning to put your job in jeopardy.”<br /><br />All anger was out of Oliver’s system now and only his love for the young man he held in his arms, remained. “I know that, Davey. You don’t have a malicious bone in your body. Don’t worry about my job, I’m the best reporter my boss has and he knows it. I can handle him. I called my source from Elliot’s house and he agreed to meet me tomorrow morning, so everything is back on track. What happened today will always be a reminder to you that I have good reason to ask you to stay out of my studio. I have a strong suspicion you will think twice before you borrow any equipment from me again. Am I right?”<br /><br />Spotting the wooden spoon on the floor at Oliver’s feet and still feeling the sting it caused on his bare skin, David was quick to agree that Oliver was absolutely right. He also realized that fire comes in many forms, because at this moment he couldn’t wait to sit in a cool tub and put out the fire burning on his butt. When he stated that fact to his partner, Oliver laughed so hard he almost dropped David on the floor.<br /><br />When Oliver finally regained control, he set the young man on his feet and walked with him into the bathroom to run the tub, calling out; “Station 51, there’s a fire on David Bradford’s butt. Please respond!”<br /><br />Laughing at Oliver’s attempt at humor and knowing that all was forgiven, David replied as he repeatedly kissed Oliver’s face, “KMG 365!”<br /><br />The End.LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693291260252434660.post-10832012876151642472009-04-30T15:38:00.000-07:002009-04-30T15:40:39.519-07:00War is Hell on The Home Front TooWritten By: D’be-D’be<br /> <br /><br />Once again David Bradford found himself in a familiar position; butt naked over the lap of his Top.<br /><br />Events had been leading up to this moment for about a week now, ever since Oliver left to cover the war in Iraq. Oliver Newman was a correspondent for Associate Press and his work sometimes puts him in dangerous situations, which causes his Brat to become very anxious. Oliver knows this, so he leaves instructions that David is not permitted to watch any news broadcast when Oliver is gone. <br /><br />Whenever Oliver goes away he leaves David in the capable hands of his best friend and mentor, Elliot Potter. Oliver and Elliot’s relationship goes back to Oliver’s first days at the head office of the Associate Press where Elliot served as the bureau chief for domestic situations.<br /><br />Elliot made no secret that he was gay and that he was in a lifetime relationship with his partner. It was this revelation, and the fact Oliver was also gay, that drew the two men together. Oliver was often invited to Elliot and Don’s home for an evening of great food and interesting conversation. It was Oliver who stood by Elliot’s side as he watched his partner grow weaker and weaker by the affects of Aids and it was Oliver who Elliot called first when his partner finally lost his battle.<br /><br />It was also during these many nights of food and talk that Oliver learned Elliot and Don were in a disciplinary relationship. He asked many a question about this and was very intrigued by how much help, if done properly, this can bring to a relationship, and how it can bring a couple closer together.<br /><br />Through the years Elliot watched Oliver with various partners and came to the conclusion that Oliver was definitely a Top and helped him fine tune this part of his character. These instructions became invaluable to Oliver when he met the love of his life, David Bradford.<br /><br />David worked for a major mediation firm whose office was once located on the top floor of the World Trade Centre. 911 brought the two men together, when Oliver was covering the terror attack and doing stories on heroes of the historical event. It was during interviews with men and women who had helped their fellow employees down the many flights of stairs of the World Trade Centre that the two connected. <br /><br />It was instant kismet as David likes to tell it. They started dating about a week after the interviews and about a year later, decided to move in together. The brownstone next to Elliot’s became available, so the two men snapped it up.<br /><br />It wasn’t long after the two started dating when Oliver came to the conclusion that this young man was a total brat and needed a strong hand to guide him through life. The first time Oliver took matters into his own hands was after an engagement party of sorts for a couple of friends who had decided to have a commitment ceremony.<br /><br />David had a tendency to take his work home with him. At this particular time, he was working on a mediation involving a labor dispute. It was a very volatile situation which left David in a very bad mood. During the dinner party, he became moody and argumentative to a point where he started becoming obnoxious. At one point, Oliver took him aside and whispered in his ear that if he didn’t stop behaving in such a matter, he would discover the art of discipline in a relationship.<br /><br />David, not thinking Oliver was serious, toned it down some but continued arguing with their host over the rights of gay marriage and societies feelings on the subject. Finally, Oliver couldn’t take it any more and after saying their goodbyes, he took David by the arm and led him down the street to the underground parking area. Once they reached Oliver’s car, and after looking around to make sure there was no one about, the older man pushed David down over the hood and delivered a sound spanking. <br /><br />After a round of yelps and pleads for mercy, David finally succumbed to tears. At that moment, as David later explained to Oliver, it was like an epiphany. He never felt such calmness, security and reassurance in his life. Crying in Oliver’s arms, he was at peace and there in the dark parking lot, their discipline relationship was formed.<br /><br />They drove home in silence, with David cuddling as close has he could. Over a bottle of wine in front of a warm fire, Oliver spoke candidly to David about what discipline would mean to their relationship and asked the young man if he would be willing to give control over to Oliver in certain matters. Just as Oliver had asked Elliot questions, David did the same. Finally satisfied with the answers given, the two men began to form a list of rules that would set the stage for their new found relationship. <br /><br />They both agreed as their relationship grew, the rules may change somewhat but the basic ones would remain with the main one being David was not to take his work home with him. If he did and things got out of hand, disciplinary action would be taken.<br /><br />As they grew closer, other rules were formed such as; David was not to touch Oliver’s photography equipment or go into the photography studio Oliver had set up in the basement of the brownstone without permission, David was not to watch any news that would upset him when Oliver was away and when Oliver was on assignment, David was to move in next door with Elliot. The two men agreed that Elliot would be permitted to discipline David if the need arose but only with David’s pants on. The two men also agreed that Oliver would use only use his hand in carrying out the discipline in most situations, but if David crossed the line and put himself or Oliver’s life or reputation in jeopardy, a hairbrush or other implement may be used, if Oliver deemed it was necessary. <br /><br />During the six years the two have been together, Oliver only had to use an implement a couple of times. The other occasions had only required David being placed over his Top’s lap with his bare butt being exposed for a few moments of spanking with Oliver’s strong hand, and this is where David presently found himself because of his actions while Oliver had been off on his latest assignment.<br /><br />*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*<br /><br />Oliver had been assigned to accompany the third battalion, C Company of the US Marines that was fighting a group of insurgents in a remote area of Iraq. Things got out of hand and before they knew it, the enemy had backtracked to begin firing on the Marines from behind. Bullets and ground missiles were coming from all directions and Oliver was broadcasting live through the whole event.<br /><br />At one time a grenade or other sort of explosive device landed in the foxhole from which the camera crew was reporting, and for a several terrifying moments, all hell broke loose. The microphone was blown out of Oliver’s hand and the video camera flew ten feet into the air. After the air was cleared, the only damage was a piece of flying shrapnel that caused a non-life-threatening wound to Oliver’s scalp.<br /><br />The whole world watched as Oliver with blood streaming down his face continued his report and among those watching, despite his orders not to do so, was David Bradford.<br /><br />As he sat, completely shocked, in the staff room at work, watching the man he loved bleed to death, David tried to get a hold of Oliver with no results. His panic at the thought of never seeing Oliver again sent him into an uncontrollable panic attack. He ran out of the room without thought or reason, and without letting his superiors know he was leaving for the day. Meetings had to be cancelled or rescheduled because of David’s absence, which did not endear him to his boss.<br /><br />By the time David arrived at Elliot’s, he was completely out of control. He had tried several more times to reach Oliver only for the call to be forwarded to an answering service. He slammed the door so hard when he entered the dwelling, it caused a precious vase Elliot loved to topple over and smash into hundreds of small pieces over the hardwood floor. He then practically knocked Elliot over as he made his way into the den and turned on the television to Fox News. <br /><br />Elliot heard the young man repeat over and over to himself, “Nothing, nothing, they’re not showing anything else; Oliver, where the hell are you?”<br /><br />Elliot walked over the TV and as per Oliver’s instructions, turned off the set. David jumped up and in a very disrespectful tone, ordered Elliot to turn it back on. Elliot being a man who didn’t take bull from anyone, quickly realized David was out of control. He immediately grabbed hold of the younger man and without pretence, laid a number of solid smacks on the cotton-covered behind.<br /><br />When the sobs finally came, Elliot placed David on the sofa next to him and gently rubbed his back while explaining to him the reason he’d been punished. After taking a few controlling breaths, David began to calm down. When the older man saw David was calm enough to listen, he told his houseguest Oliver had contacted him, was all right but said he would be out of contact for a few hours while being debriefed. He would be taking the next available flight out of Bagdad.<br /><br />“Are you going to tell him what happened here?” David quietly asked.<br /><br />“What do you think, David; have I ever held anything back from Ollie?”<br /><br />“No sir, I guess you haven’t. I’m really going to get it when he gets home, eh?”<br /><br />Elliot chuckled as he ruffled David’s brunette hair. “Oh yes, I think a very sore bottom is definitely in your future.”<br /><br />*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*<br /><br />And Elliot had been right on; because here he was over Oliver’s knee feeling the full wrath of breaking rule number two. <br /><br />It didn’t matter that when Oliver came home, David has flown into his arms, laying kisses all over him and telling him time and time again how much he loved him and how much he had missed him and how frightened he had been. It didn’t matter that Oliver stated the same and that they had made sweet love as soon as they got back to their place. <br /><br />No rules are rules and after their love making was over and they lay in each others arms, Oliver brought up the fact that Elliot had had a short chat with him. He then asked David for his side of the story.<br /><br />David considered lying a bit to his partner, but decided to do so would only get him in worse trouble. Therefore, he confessed to the whole matter and then waited anxiously for Oliver to make his move. He didn’t have to wait long. <br /><br />Oliver slipped out of bed and sat on the end of it before ordering the young man to come over and assume the position. <br /><br />Slowly David crawled over to Oliver’s side and reluctantly fell over Oliver’s lap, with his bare butt in the air.<br /><br />As the first slap fell, Oliver asked David why he was getting punished. <br /><br />“Because I broke our second important rule and watched the news,” he tearfully answered.<br /><br />“Very good, baby; you know why we have that rule. It is because you really get upset, don’t you?”<br /><br />“Yes sir,” he agreed between yelps of oww….oww…oww, as the slaps came hard and fast.<br /><br />“Because of your actions, you also showed disrespect to your boss and to Elliot, is that not right?”<br /><br />“Yes….yes Sir,” David admitted, wailing out his remorse. “I am really sorry and I will apologize to them, I promise.”<br /><br />“Oh, you most certainly will,” Oliver firmly stated as he laid five more hard smacks down on David’s red, hot butt. “You will also make financial amends to Elliot for the loss of his vase and you will personally make up the time, free of charge, to your boss when you reschedule the meeting; understood?”<br /><br />“I….I….Owwww…..yes, Oliver, I understand. Please…I’m sorry….please, stop!”<br /><br />Huge sobs were coming from the young man and Oliver knew he had learned his lesson. He rolled him off his lap and into the middle of the bed to take him into his arms and rocked him until the crying turned into tiny snores. Before long Oliver was also asleep.<br /><br /><br />When the two awoke, they got up and fixed themselves something to eat, then cuddled up in front of the TV to watch one of their favorite movies. All was forgiven and forgotten. Tomorrow was another day. <br /><br />The End.LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com0