“Yep,” was the simple answer.
Mike looked at his watch and smiled.“I can’t wait for Jamie to get here.This I gotta see.”
No sooner than Mike sat at one of the picnic tables, which were only a few months older than his marriage, did Jamie pull in, parking his sports car next to Mike’s truck.“What the hell is up?”Jamie asked as he approached Mike.
Mike shrugged his shoulders.“You tell me...after I get my kiss.”
Jamie smiled as he gave his husband a deep kiss.“Hello.”
Mike wrapped his arms around Jamie.“Hello, indeed.”
“So,” Jamie looked over his shoulder.“What gives?”he asked.
“You tell me,” Mike chuckled.
Jamie pulled away from Mike and tried to open the screen door.When it didn’t open, he knocked on it.
Hasha, again, barely opened the door.Jamie wasn’t able to see around the large man.“Let me in, Hasha.”
“No can do,” Hasha answered.
“Tell him to go away and come back at six,” Joesph yelled from behind Hasha.
“Joesph said—”
“I heard what he said.”Jamie got up on his tiptoes, trying to get a look inside.
“Okay, then.We’ll see you at six.”Hasha closed the door.Jamie heard the lock.
When Jamie turned around, he saw Mike grinning.“You knew that was going to happen, didn’t you?That’s why you’re sitting out here.”
“Yep,” Mike said, standing up.“Come on.Let’s go take a shower.A nice long shower.”He waggled his eyebrows.
Jamie let himself be led up the stairs to the apartment.Once inside, Jamie opened his chef’s coat before walking into their bedroom.The first thing he saw was his and Mike’s best suits hanging from the closet doors with a note.
Jamie read it out loud, so Mike could hear it.‘“Wear these.No exceptions.If you don’t, you’ll miss your own party.Joesph.’”
Mike laughed.“Maybe we should get the locks changed?”
Jamie turned.“I knew something was up this morning when I knew you said that about Robbie.I don’t know who is worse, Ian or Robbie.”
Mike pulled off the undershirt, the flannel shirt already in the laundry hamper in the corner.“I’d blame your father.”Mike undid his jeans, having pulled off his boots.“Ever since they came back from France, they are incorrigible.”
“I have to agree with you.”Jamie tossed his chef’s coat into the laundry bag inside the closet.“However, you have to admit, they both work like dogs and the experience they got there was nothing short of miraculous.I’ll make sure to bring up your complaints next time we video chat.”
Mike walked up to Jamie, already naked, and pulled him into a tight hug from the back.“I’m naked and you’re not.You lose.”
“Fine, I’ll wash your back first.”
Mike laughed and walked into the ensuite bathroom.“I’m so glad we have a big bathroom now,” Mike called out.
“Me too,” Jamie said, joining Mike, who had the water on already, the temperature just right.“Turn around,” Jamie said as he picked up the loofah sponge, squirting body wash onto it.
“Here,” Mike said, holding a bottle of lube in his hand.“While you’re back there,” he said, snickering.
“Ah, now I see,” Jamie said, laughing.“Now I see why you were in such a hurry to get naked.”
“You complaining?”Mike stretched out, his arms on the tiled wall of the large shower, the one shower head, letting the water run down his back.
