Esther’s looking for you.
You didn’t say anything, did you?
Of course not, he shot back.Where are you?
I’ll tell you when we get home.
Ash slipped the phone into his pocket and left the office. He fucking hated not knowing what the hell was going on.
Forty minutes later he entered their apartment and found Drew in the living room, lying on the couch with an empty beer bottle on the table and a full one in his hand.
“Baby, you okay?” He sat at the foot of the couch.
Drew raised himself up on an elbow. “I went to a synagogue today. I wanted a quiet place to sit and think.”
That surprised Ash. Aside from celebrating the holidays at Esther’s, they did nothing else religious. After they were married, Ash asked Drew if he should convert. The look of shock on Drew’s face was comical.
“No, why would you?”
“I don’t know. I thought you and Esther would like it, and it would bring us closer.”
At that, Drew smiled. “I don’t think that’s humanly possible.”
He dropped the subject, and it was never mentioned again.
“Oh, okay. How was it?”
“I ended up speaking to the rabbi. He’s a really cool guy.”
“Oh, yeah?” Ash took Drew’s feet in his lap and began to massage them. “Tell me everything.”
“First of all, he’s gay, and his husband is a chef.”
“I didn’t think rabbis could be gay.”
Drew chuckled. “Rabbis are people too. They can be gay or straight. Much of the orthodox community is hostile to the LGBT community but even there, it’s slowly making inroads. Now there are female rabbis and gay rabbis. There’s even a gay synagogue on the Upper West Side. It’s not easy for them, but like the rest of the world, acceptance is slow. It’s coming, so people need to change.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” Ash pressed his fingers into the arches of Drew’s feet, his groans going straight to Ash’s cock. “What else did he say?” Ash pulled off Drew’s socks and continued to rub, his hands moving up Drew’s legs, giving him a chance to admire his firm, muscled calves. Ash knew their strength and loved the wiry brush of hair against his skin.
“He told me I shouldn’t be afraid to talk to you about my feelings. That as my husband, you have a right to know how I feel, and I was wrong to shut you out.”
“Then talk to me. Don’t shut me out. You know how much I love you.”
Drew slipped his arms around Ash’s waist. “I know. That’s what I’m so afraid of.”
Unwilling to upset Drew, Ash kissed him and the fire between them flared to life.
“Baby, I don’t ever want you to be afraid.” Ash hooked his fingers in the waistband of Drew’s shorts and drew them down, along with his briefs. “I’m going to love you so hard, you’ll carry me with you even when we aren’t together.”
“I already do. In my heart and my head. You consume me, like a fire. Every time you touch me, I burn.” Drew lifted his hips up, and Ash slid his shorts off and tossed them to the side.
How many times had they made love in their years together? Ash wondered as he took off his suit jacket and tie and laid them on top of Drew’s discarded clothes. Hundreds, maybe a thousand, he imagined and yet he never got tired of touching Drew and watching him respond. Tonight, everything changed.
“I want you right now.” Ash spread Drew’s legs and rubbed his face in Drew’s groin, sniffing Drew’s skin, kissing the springy hair at the root of his cock. He licked up and down the thick, pulsing vein and swept his tongue around the swollen red head. He kneeled at the side of the couch.
“Oh, God.” Drew’s hips bucked, and Ash pushed his legs wider and stared at his sac.
In a few days this would all look different, and he wanted to memorize the sight. He bent and pressed a kiss to each of Drew’s balls, careful to be tender with his mouth and lips.
