Page 104 of Repentance and Absolution
I turned him around. Then I put my hands on either side of his face and gazed into his eyes. T’was dark but for the silver moonlight that shone onto us from above.
“I love you, and you are the only one for me. You know that.”
He swallowed then nodded. “I know.”
I smiled and traced my thumb along his chin and his lower lip. “And we’re standing here, on the porch of the home we helped build.Ourhome…that we’re livin’ in together.”
He gazed at me, waiting for me to continue as Sprite’s mewls punctuated our conversation.
I swallowed thickly, full of the emotion I felt all of a sudden.
“And this home knows the truth. This home and this land know we’re married, in our hearts and souls and”—I quirked my lip as I scanned him—“bodies.”
Oscar smiled shyly.
“And t’will always know that—and so will we.”
“I love you, Jimmy.”
“I know,” I said. “Now let’s go inside, so’s I can show you just how much.”
The empty house greeted us with its silence, but for the ticking of the clock in the sitting room and the woosh of the cat as she took off up the stairs. We lit one of the oil lamps and followed her up, to where another clock in our bedroom made its heartbeat heard, keeping watch as we took off our fine clothes and hung them in the wardrobe. We were silent as we did it, stealing surreptitious glances at each other’s slowly revealed nakedness in the lamplight.
Up here, we could leave the curtains open a bit, because no one was likely to come upon us, and the moonlight streamed in onto the coverlet of the bed, which was right below the big window.
Irene had given us a quilt that she’d sewn as a wedding gift, and it made our bed a precious thing. We made a point to fold it up and lay it aside when we got up to nonsense, because t’was so fine and so much delicate work had gone into it. I did that now, and turned down the blankets as Oscar finished taking off his things and climbed up onto the linen sheets. He sat back on his heels and watched me with an almost reverential air. T’was not something I was familiar with, since he was normally playful and crass during our coupling, but it seemed to match with the moonlight and the sober words we’d spoken on the porch. The cat jumped up onto the folded quilt, as if I’d placed it there for her, and curled up into a ball, blinking lazily and yawning, purring with contentment.
There was a sacred feel to the space tonight.
I got onto the bed in front of him and cupped his chin, guiding his mouth to mine and taking possession of it in a soft, sensual way that brought a sigh to his lips. He could never truly understand how precious he was to me, but I could show him with the way I treated him in these moments.
He wrapped his hand around my cock, dancing his fingers along it as it rose to a stand, eager for him after a long night of manners and necessary subterfuge. I gasped, and my kiss became more urgent as he opened beneath my hunger, wrapping his arms around me and tugging my body close.
I slid my hands down to cup his buttocks, squeezing and stroking that cherished part of him, pulling his cheeks apart and swiping a finger o’er his hole as he shuddered and pressed against me.
He moaned against my mouth, and I broke away to pepper kisses along his neck and throat, inhaling the scent of his sweat and the heady tang of our arousal.
“Lie down, on your back,” I said, smoothing the hair from his brow as he nodded and did so, gazing up at me with the trust of an acolyte. My heart clenched at the faith he had in me, and I pushed the sentiment aside so I could focus on what I was doing.
“Spread your legs,” I grunted, as I grabbed the jar of saddle grease from the side table and opened it. “And bend your knees.”
His chest rose and fell as he did what I asked, without any wisecracks or rude comments. I figured he sensed the atmosphere between us and was humbled by it, just as I was. He watched me silently, except for small sounds of pleasure, as I got him ready for me. Then I put the jar aside and hovered o’er him, taking in his beauty and surrender with wide, grateful eyes.
I kissed him again, showing him just how much I cherished him and what we did together. Then I rubbed his soft entrance with the tip of my finger until he sighed and let me inside.
“Jimmy,” he moaned, his arms out to either side in religious supplication to my sacred devotion, as I fingered him gently and thoroughly in preparation for me.
Finally, I pressed the head of my cock there, as Oscar’s lips parted and I breached him, pressing into him like a baptism. Oscar’s eyes closed and he gasped as I pushed in all the way, our bodies fitting together like they always did, and finding home here as well.
When I was fully seated, I slid my arms under him and held him tight, while his went around me and our mouths met again. I wasn’t in no rush tonight. I needed to show him how much I loved him and how the things we had to do in town meant nothing to what we were to each other.
I made love to him for a long time, gently, carefully, to show him that. I gave him everything of myself and took comfort in his acceptance of my offering.
As I drove into him slowly and torturously, his nubby got harder and harder and leaked all o’er his belly, until with a soft cry, he spent with a gush of wet warmth, and I followed right after, emptying inside him with a gasp and a quiet groan as our bodies shuddered together.
T’was sweet and soft and perfect.
Afterward, we lay together for a long time, gazing into each other’s eyes and listening to the breeze in the freshly leaved trees outside the open window, until we fell asleep, in our brand-new house, beside the Skeena River in a little town called Port Essington.
