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Rod gasped as his orgasm blasted into him. The intense pleasure dominated his very being.
Afterward, Wyl stood, holding Rod securely around his waist while they embraced and kissed deeply.
Rod released his leg hold, and Wyl gently guided him back to a standing position, their ball caps lying on the floor where they fell during their lovemaking.
“Wow…where did you learn to dothat?” Rod’s eyes met Wyl’s.
“I don’t know. It seemed like the thing to do. I hope it didn’t wear you out.”
Rod shook his head. “You’re amazing.” He pulled Wyl into a kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you more, Roddy,” Wyl whispered. “I love you more.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Wednesday morning, Wyl woke and gazed at his sleeping husband. The sight brought a fullness of love to his chest and a stirring in his groin. They were born five years and two days apart. As this was their first birthday as a couple and they were in San Francisco, the surprise factor was more challenging. Rod was hospitalized early on his birthday, so the celebration was put on hold. While Rod fought for his life, Wyl hadn’t thought about his birthday at all.
Rod stretched. His sleep-laden, deep voice croaked out a “Morning.”
“Good morning, old man.” Wyl reached over to stroke Rod’s cheek. Rod turned his face into Wyl’s hand and moaned.
“C’mere,” Rod whispered, reaching behind Wyl’s head to pull him forward. “I love being in bed with my sexy Marine.”
“Happy late birthday, cowboy,” Wyl said. “On your actual birthday, you decided to go into Intensive Care. I thought we might never get to celebrate, but here we are.”
“I love you,” Rod said softly. “You can’t imagine how much I love you because words can’t describe it.”
“I think you describe it without the words.” Wyl strengthened his hug. “Let’s shower and get the late-birthday man cleaned up.”
“I am getting hungry,” Rod said. “What are you making for breakfast?”
“Me? Make breakfast?” Wyl chuckled.
“You make a good breakfast. And surely you don’t wantmeto work on my late birthday.” Rod nudged him in the ribs.
Wyl looked into Rod’s hazel eyes. “Of course not, cowboy. I know how you old people like to be waited on.”
Rod pushed Wyl out of bed and climbed out after him. “I’ll show you old.” He chased Wyl into the shower.
They huddled together as the warm water rained down. Wyl drew Rod into a wet embrace and nuzzled his ear. “I love you so much, it hurts.”
“Ditto,” Rod whispered.
They slowly washed each other, stepped out, and dried each other with fluffy towels before donning thick terry robes and strolling into the kitchen.
Wyl halted as they reached the kitchen. “No…no…you sit down over there.” He motioned toward the table. “Senior citizens get waited on.” He winked and planted a quick kiss on Rod’s cheek.
“Not a chance,” Rod said. “You young people don’t know your way around a kitchen, and I don’t want to clean up the big mess you’ll make.”
Wyl laughed and snaked his arms around Rod’s waist. “Okay…you win. We’ll make breakfast together.”
Wyl made the coffee and toast while Rod handled the bacon and eggs.
“You didn’t know I liked chicken, did you?” Rod turned off the burner, then divided the eggs and bacon into two plates.
“What does your taste for domestic fowl have to do with anything?” Wyl added toast to the plates.
“In the gay world, a chicken is a much younger man.”
