Excerpt From Untitled BDSM Contemporary Menage WIP-
Wyatt put the SUV's gear in park and stepped out his vehicle. Out of habit, he locked it though it armed itself automatically. Strolling towards the door, he glanced at the drive in front of him and saw only one car parked there, Zurie's charcoal gray Mercedes sedan.
Entering through the side door, he locked it behind him. Too many years in the DEA made him too aware of life's dangers.
“Zurie!” He set his keys on the kitchen counter and took off his coat. He needed her closeness, her touch.
“Yeah?” she replied close by.
He drew her into a hug and then a kiss. Her sweet taste melted away the tension in his shoulders and neck.
“Sweetheart what's wrong?” Her gaze was warm and endearing. He loved her so much. He needed to give her the world but didn't know how.
“Nothing,” he said brushing her hair away from her face. Her buff colored skin reminded him of a smooth souffle, golden creamy and perfect.
“Where's Henry?” He opened the fridge. Nothing seemed appetizing not even the left over pot roast. He grabbed a vitamin water instead.
A soft pair of arms wrapped around him as he felt a nose nuzzle his back.
“I guess we'll both be in wheelchairs before you learn to open up to me,” she said her voice muffled by the crumpled cloth of his shirt.
He shut the refrigerator door and quickly embraced her.
“What? I tell you stuff.” Surrounded by her touch love filled him. His heart fluttered and nerves tingled, causing a soothing sensation to flood his entire body. “For instance, I tell you that I love you.”
“And I love you too. That's why I'm going to ask how your visit with Master Jonathan went.”
“Fine,” he said planting himself on a bar stool adjacent to the center island. Their kitchen though small in comparison to the house where Henry stayed made him feel cozy, reminding him of the house where he grew up in Baltimore.
Zurie even had whimsical touch like his mom, with her choice items such as playful salt and pepper shakers in the shape of doves, held together on a stand between an olive branch.
“And?”
“And,” he hesitated, drank from the bottle and set it aside, “there are some things we need to talk about. Of which we can't until Henry gets here. Where is he?”
“Out playing basketball with Skip.”
Wyatt's mouth went dry. Skip Allen was a friend and fellow classmate of Henry's graduating in the top of his class at George Washington law school alongside Henry, and his alma mater. Henry and Charles or Skip to his friends, were long running buddies on and off campus among Maryland's elite on account of Henry's family connections and Skip's money. Never comfortable with their relationship, Wyatt held his tongue on account of his past dealings with the opposite sex. He suspicion of their relationship being more than friends at one point was never confirmed but he left it up to the sanctity of their love to keeping the past in the past. Besides Henry knew better then to acknowledge it.
“He said he'd back right about now,” Zurie said glancing at the clock.
Wyatt remained silent and pulled out his cell phone. He could hang with his friends anytime, but he needed him here now. A loud thump outside, soon followed by the rustle of the lock at the side door.
“Zurie baby, could you please tell Wyatt to stop lockin' me out,” Henry said closing the door behind him. “It never looks good for a black man to be hanging around a house like this fumbling for something even though I have keys.”
“Sorry, old habits,” Wyatt replied.
Henry dropped his bag on the floor in front of them. He wore a blue jersey and shorts trimmed in gold, GW's name emblazoned upon it .
“Oh.” Sweat dribbled down his face and neck. His carved arms glistened with moisture further evidence of the game, he just played.
“Did you win?” Zurie asked.
He greeted her with a wet kiss. “It was a draw. I need more floor time.”
“I suppose if you practice enough, the Suns will let you on their team,” she said smirking.
“Baby they got a spot waiting for me.” He approached Wyatt and leaned forward.
Wyatt kissed him sweetly on the lips. “You need a shower.” He needed that. Every ounce of him, loved his husband.
“Tell me something I don't know,” Henry said grabbing a paper towel from the dispenser. “What's up? Spill it.”
He wiped his face, forehead and the top of his head. The hair was cut so low he appeared almost bald.
Wyatt chuckled. “What makes you think, I've got something to say?”
“Cause you have a tell. You always do. It's the look you get in your eyes when your holding back something. And when it's really bad your forehead crinkles along with your brow. It means you're worried and you're stuck and you don't know how to get it out. So just spill it. Get it out.”
He was right as usual. That was the problem with being with someone for so long, they learned you and they tended to know you better than you knew yourself. “We're moving.”
“Come again?” Henry replied.
“I said we're moving.” It was best just to get it out in the open. Now that it was in the air, he felt it hanging there.
“Why?” Zurie asked looking concerned.
“It's time.”
Henry's lips turned upward. He balled up the used paper towel and tossed it into the trash. “The reason being?” he asked grabbing another. He finished drying his face now exposing his flawless chocolate brown complexion.
“You know living here was never meant to be long term,” Wyatt said suddenly feeling the sorrow of having to uproot his wife and husband once again. But it had to be done. Especially if they planned on having kids.
Henry, compressed his lips and tensed his jaw. Pacing, he asked, “What is it this time?”
Wyatt frowned. “Why you say that way? You act like every ten minutes we're up and packing our bags.”
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