“Are you two guys married?” Alex asked, glancing back at them as he settled in the front seat.
“Yeah!” Colin barked out as Joshua rolled his eyes and giggled.
“Somebody thinks you’recuuuute,” he crooned to Colin while pitching his voice too low to be heard in the front seat.
“Big fucking whoop,” Colin muttered. Then he shot a look at their driver, who was watching them in the mirror as he maneuvered his way out of the parking lot.
“Alex!” Colin barked. “Keep your eyes on the goddamn road!”
“Yes, sir!”
Joshua bowed his head, shaking with laughter, then squeaked in surprise when Colin pulled him down on top of him and claimed his mouth in a long, lingering kiss, his fingers twining in Joshua’s dark hair.
“Mmm,” Joshua moaned. “You weren’t kidding, were you!”
Colin kissed him again, his tongue sliding between Joshua’s parted lips, caressing his tongue in a wet glide that sucked the breath from Joshua’s lungs. “Damn right, I wasn’t,” Colin rumbled, his mouth sliding over Joshua’s throat.
“You want to show up at Nate’s theater with a massive hard-on?” Joshua asked, still giggling.
Colin nuzzled against Joshua’s neck, caressing the olive skin with his tongue. “He’s seen massive hard-ons before.”
They drank in the taste of each other’s lips for a long time, kissing and writhing together on the back seat while their chauffeur pretended to ignore their barely stifled moans.
Finally, Joshua breathed out a laugh and nudged his husband. “Better sit up, darlin’. You’re gonna make Baby Alex wreck the damned car.”
Colin sat up and looked out the window. “We there yet?”
“No sir,” Alex told him, glancing in the mirror. “Takes about an hour to get to the theater, depending on traffic.”
Colin grunted out a response and wrapped an arm around Joshua’s shoulders.
“Have you been to Manhattan before?” Joshua asked him.
“Once, when I was in college.” Colin shrugged. “It was a quick trip and passed in a drunken blur.” He leaned back to gaze into Joshua’s eyes. “You?”
“Never,” Joshua told him, then peered past Colin’s broad shoulders. “We heading into a tunnel?”
“Yes, sir,” Alex responded. “It’s the Queens Midtown Tunnel. It’s a toll tunnel.”
“You need money?”
“No, sir. All handled.”
Colin watched Joshua’s face as the Lincoln emerged from the Midtown Tunnel. The skyscrapers of downtown Manhattan loomed against the night sky to the north in a dazzling display of color and lights, and Colin heard Joshua gasp as the city came into full view.
“Oh my god, Colin! It’sbeautiful!”
His eyes were wide and glowing with wonder, and the smile that lit his face caught Colin’s breath. His husband’s innocent joy at this moment of discovery stung his eyes with tears, and he wrapped Joshua close in his arms. “You’remorebeautiful, my love,” he murmured against Joshua’s dark hair. “Yourlight puts those buildings to shame.” He held his husband close as Joshua leaned over his lap, his face pressed against the window as he drank in the sight.
Sometime later, Alex pulled up in front of a row of brick buildings. Everyone piled out of the car, and as Alex moved to the trunk, he pointed to a darkened sign reading Westside Theatre.
“It looks like a church,” Joshua observed, gazing at the impressive facade.
“It used tobea church!” Alex told them, pulling their suitcases from the trunk. “Go on up. The door should be unlocked.”
Colin and Joshua moved up the stairs and into the building, with Alex following. They pushed the door open and entered a small lobby. Alex moved to a curtained doorway and held the fabric to one side to indicate they should enter. “There are a few steps, so be careful.”
On the other side of the curtain, they stood without moving in a semi-darkened corridor leading to five steps. “Down there,” Alex said from behind them.
