Selena.
The song wasI Could Fall in Love.
Basil moved to him and took Herb into his arms. “May I have this dance?”
“You’re the only one I want to dance with, baby.”
Basil’s hands threaded Herb’s hair as they danced close, forehead to forehead, holding one another like they were newlyweds all over again. Everyone had been right, of course. It took only a few precious moments alone to remember what they’d felt for one another. To revisit the new love that had spiraled into the life they lived together.
Basil’s lips on his, the sway of his hips as he whispered the lyrics along with the song. And all those words of love, he meant them. He said that for the two of them both.
When the song was over, they lit the lights on the tree, and found that the tree, though not perfect as it was, was evenbetter with imperfections. The wine was sipped and they talked, just like they had in the beginning, of dreams.
The love that had given them the beautiful life they lived hadn’t faded because they’d been so busy with that life. It grew, became comfortable, stable, tangible in a way they’d never imagined love could be.
Basil grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom just after midnight. Herb followed him and smiled bigger with every step.
He should have known that his husband would take over once he was let in on Herb’s plan. He took over their lives easy, and not harshly. The thing about Basil was that he was a clear leader.
Herb grabbed him once they were in their bedroom, kissing him roughly, and Basil chuckled in a low, throaty way. “You need to get laid.”
“So do you. I can see you’re desperate for me.”
Basil barked a laugh, but agreed, “Oh, yeah, baby, desperate, needy. Give me that D, baby.”
Herb growled playfully and picked him up, tossing him onto the bed. “Get those pants off.”
“Oooh, yes, sir. I love when you get bossy.”
“When do you ever let me be bossy?”
“Right now.”
Herb’s entire being heated, and he undressed, rushing through, but not so much that he fell over again. One more time and he was giving up on all of it for the night.
And seeing that beautiful skin being revealed with the shedding of each article of clothing, he sure as hell didn’t want togive up on that. His man was so fucking gorgeous, and that was something he hadn’t lost. Every single day, he looked at Basil, and got butterflies, and knew how lucky he was to have such an amazing man.
He got on the bed, and they rolled around, kissing, groping one another like they’d never been laid before. Neither could get enough of the other’s flesh, grasping, scratching, squeezing…
Damn, the heat was still there. It hadn’t left them; it was only dormant, waiting for a moment or two when they could unleash it again. While they became parents, while they grew their business, while they started their life together, but once it was let loose, it was more passionate than it ever was.
Basil bit his bottom lip as he stared into Herb’s eyes. Herb’s hands ran over Basil’s narrow hips, cupping each cheek as Basil nipped at his ear. “Want you,” Basil whispered. “Want you bad.”
“Desperate for me,” Herb laughed, but the laughter didn’t last. Basil bit into the muscle on his shoulder.
Herb was on top of him in a heartbeat, and he got the lube on fast so he could sink into his man, watching his beautiful face as he took the pain and enjoyed the pleasure of being breached, Herb’s cock sliding into him slowly.
Basil whimpered only a little, cutting off the sound by biting his bottom lip. He was trying so hard to keep his composure, as always, but before long, Basil was panting, scratching down Herb’s back, his whimpers coming from an open mouth.
He loved the man. Had from the start. There was something between them, and that was what Herb wanted, to assure them both that they were as passionately in love as ever,and what he’d done was to prove their passion was growing. The comfort of their marriage didn’t mean they were stale. Comfort and passion, those weren’t two things that most thought could exist together.
Herb proved them wrong.
He barreled into the sweet hole of his husband, saying his name over and over from a voice that came from deep within his chest. Basil, the love of his life, the father of his child, the partner of his days and nights.
Their toothbrushes were set in the same cup, their robes hung on hooks that were close, and they woke in the morning, not looking their best.
They could be themselves, and part of that was making love with a fury that could only come from two men totally devoted to one another.
