Leaning on the kitchen counter they rested against each other.
“I better finish these dishes.” Sanjay bit Dan’s ear lobe.
“They can wait. You have this to clean up first.” Dan wiped at the come drying on his face.
Sanjay leaned closer and began to lick off the come. Dan started to laugh. “That tickles. Let’s hit the shower. We can have the other dessert later when we are clean enough to eat it.”
He pulled his jeans up, grabbed Sanjay hand and pulled him toward the stairs
“Yes, master.”
When they remodelled the house Dan had made sure the shower in the master bedroom was large enough to hold two. They soaped and scrubbed each other. Rubbing and kissing, slipping and sliding around each other at the same time. Dan loved the feeling of Sanjay’s hairy chest and belly on his back.
“You are tempting the elephant again.” Sanjay said.
“No more than you are summoning up the albino cobra.” Dan turned so they faced each other in the shower. Erections rubbing side by side. He reached to the tap and cut the hot so they were caught in a sudden downpour of icy cold. He jumped out of the shower.
“Ah. You fucker.” Sanjay followed him out.
“Yes perhaps I am for a change.” Dan said pushing the wet Sanjay onto his back on the bed, then climbed on top of him. He moved down Sanjay’s chest, his mouth biting here and there, then to his cock, balls and pushing Sanjay’s legs into the air to his butt.
The black hairs around his hole were so tightly wound it was hard to worm his tongue to it but Dan knew he had succeeded as Sanjay gasped.
“Ooo, that hits more than one spot.”
“Freshly washed.” Dan muttered as he came up keeping Sanjay’s legs on his shoulders. He reached under the pillow and pulled out a tube of lube, quickly smeared some on his cock and Sanjay’s hole.
His cock was longer than Sanjay’s but not as thick. He pressed it against the warm opening and pushed.
“Not so gentle baby.” Sanjay squeezed his legs around Dan and pulled him in tight so Dan’s cock was buried in a single thrust. “You know I don’t like it as gentle as you do.”
“If I were as thick as an elephant trunk you wouldn’t be saying that.” He pulled out completely and thrust in hard and fast.
“Oh.” Sanjay gasped. “Yes. Hard. Bite.” He pushed Dan’s head at his left nipple. “Bite.”
Dan bit the nipple as hard as he could without losing momentum. He tasted man milk after a few sharp bites.
“Yeah yeah.” Sanjay moaned. He pushed Dan’s head to his other nipple.
Dan saw spots as he felt himself about to come and started to pull out. Sanjay gripped him even tighter with his legs.
“In me. In me.” He begged.
Dan felt his first spurt as he pulled out. The rest of his come spilled over Sanjay’s cock and balls. He rolled off Sanjay and laid on the bed his hand on Sanjay’s stomach.
“It has been a while.” Dan said.
“Too long. I was beginning to wonder if you were still interested. It happens, I know. After a years.”
“Same here. Sometimes I wonder if you are filling more that pastry at P’s.”
“What!” Sanjay rolled and propped himself up on elbow. “You know what I’m like. I’m a one butt pie at a time kind of man.” He leaned and bit Dan’s nipple.
“Oh stop!” Dan laughed and pushed him away. “Looks like I’m going to have to shower again. This time alone.”
“Yes master.”
Once he had washed off he left the shower running for Sanjay. He dried off and went downstairs to his desk. He arrayed the pictures of the other children in the light to see if there was some connection between them. The unexpected connection he had found with the RCMP photographs in the afternoon had played on his mind.
“A new case. Right. I forgot you can’t talk about your cases.” Sanjay asked.
“This isn’t a case in that sense. These are from that cold case show I caught the other night.”
“Still thinking about that. What was it about Timmy any way?”
“I think it was the way it ended but never ended. I know now why he never answered my letters. He was abducted. Otherwise I might have forgotten all about him.”
“What do you remember?”
“We had loads of fun when we summered in Stellerton. He even visited me a couple times in New Waterford.”
“Same bed?” Sanjay asked.
“Yes. I’d sort of forgotten about that. We’d fall asleep spooning from behind. The way we sometimes do!”
“So …”
“I was only a boy Sanj. I sure liked him though. He was uncut. I’d never seen that before. Not that I’d seen any cock other than my own but I guess I figured they were all like mine.”
“Uh … huh. I wish I could say the same. I saw lots of cock when I was growing up. Men would piss in front of each other without thinking twice. There was no shame with body functions.”
“I played with his once. He saw how amazed I was at his foreskin. He let me touch it, it wouldn’t pull back the way yours does. It was so tight he could barely pee out of it.”
“Did it taste pissy?”
“Sanjay! I don’t know. That never entered my head. Though years later when I knew what I like I did wonder why I didn’t then.”
“Perhaps is just as well you didn’t. Your tender young heart would have been even more broken when your parent so cruelly tore you apart.”
“They did not move because of him, of my friendship with him. My mother says his disappearance was one of the reasons we did move. My Dad didn’t feel it was safe.”
“As if Toronto was such a safe place, right?”
“I never considered that.”
“I hate to change the subject but let’s talk about me for a change.”
“You? Something wrong?”
“No. Dessert awaits you in the living room.”
He followed Sanjay to the living room. On the coffee table were two bowls of Sanjay’s speciality. A banana raisin ice-cream with a subtle dash of curry.
“Yummy.” Dan eagerly took a spoonful. “So what about you?”
“You know this year is my parents fiftieth wedding anniversary.”
“Right.”
“You know I will be going to India to celebrate it with the rest of my family. There will be many, many of us.”
“Lots of cooking for you, right?”
“You don’t know the half of it. I will be going there the first of June to start the preparations. As the unmarried son I have more responsibilities.”
“When is the anniversary?”
“Not until the end of June.”
“I don’t know if I can get away for that long.”
“I’m not expecting you to.”
Dan had travelled with Sanjay to Agra twice now to meet his family. He wasn’t sure if his family even realized the nature of their relationship.
“You could join me for the week of the actual anniversary.”
“You sure you want me there? Last time they kept dropping hints about grandchildren.”
“I remember,” Sanjay grinned. “But if we send them pictures of our wedding, that would put a stop to that.”
“They’d see two grooms and wonder where the brides where.”
“You have a point there.” Sanjay took Dan’s hand. “One no longer has to be a pop star to pop the question.”
Sanjay regularly dropped hints about them getting married.
“Sanj, you know that isn’t going to happen. I thought you understood. Do I have to explain that again?”
Sanjay stopped him with a kiss. “Say no more but I hoped after your excitement about Kevin McLeod’s nuptials, you might have had a change of mind.”
“His wedding more PR than love I think. Though a … triad does seem interesting. Marriage is just fucking heteronormative bs being forced on us. Marriage has proven to be a flop for centuries.”
“You cynic!” Sanjay lay with his head in Dan’s lap. “We only hear about the drama of failure not about the ordinariness of success. Drama sells, quiet success fades into the background.”
“You want to fade into the background? Not that we are such an out there couple but … you know what I mean. Forced conformity just isn’t for me.”
“Forced?”
“Yeah, just because we can doesn’t mean we should. It seems only the real queers are getting married. Us who don’t are giving them bad name by living in sin.”
“Whatever.” Sanjay stood to take the dessert bowls to the kitchen.
“I doubt if married couples, of any gender, have the sort of sex we just had. Especially after being to gather for nearly ten years.”
“How did we end up talking about you again?” Sanjay laughed. “I’ll be booking my tickets to India next week. My cousin tells me there’s going to be seat sale. I’ll book yours at the same time.”
“No more than seven days for me.” Dan was firm.
“That barely gives you time to get over jet lag. I’ll get a better price for a ten day spread.”
“Since when?” Dan stood, stretched and yawned. “Man, I am tired. Bushed.”
“And well whacked too.” Sanjay called from the kitchen.
“I’m going to turn in. Check with me before you book anything for me.”
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