The Wake; An Affair in 24 Hours

As advertised, this is the whole affair, 24 hours. NO it does not end happily, many affairs do not. For those who have previously jumped me about being too dark, this is written with, I hope, a sense of humour. The dialogue is meant to amuse. If it doesn't...well, sorry about that. 

This isn't long, might take you ten? Fifteen minutes? to read.

The Wake

We'd stood around, smiled, shook hands, thanked people, stood around some more...Ted was getting weary, we all were, nothing much more to say. Funeral was hours ago, Entombment three hours ago so...time to stop. I gave Elise and Frank the wink so they started crowd control on their side while I hooked around those who were still planted in their seats or places to give the clear idea that...we've done the friendship mourn, ate the food the neighbours and friends brought in. Time To Go.

I guess we did it right, Elise and I were both leaning against the back of the door as it was closing. She locked it, I slid to the floor just to stop standing, she and Frank laughed, said, "yeah, us too" got their coats made a quick, casual farewell to Ted. Elise kissed him as always then disappeared.

No ashtrays to empty, just picked up some glasses, couple of trays of picked over whatever had been on them.

"Leave it, I got a cleaning service coming in, part of what I paid for at the mortuary. Good idea, really...." It was, I just had no comment because there wasn't one. The last to leave, he'd be alone for the first time in...five years. The very young, handsome widower. Found my coat, found Ted, found he didn't want me to go...exactly...

"Nate?"

"That's me."

"Uh, weird request..."

"Probably not, but shoot..."

"Can I go home with you...just, well, until all this gets cleaned out, maybe for a while, things straightened about..."

"Easy, you know the way, you got a key, I'll be there or just let yourself in...give you a garage door opener, they gave me two and,.,.,.I only have one car. Three car garage, take one that isn't occupied. Easy."

"Uh, I don't want to drive...right now..so if it's alright.,.maybe you could..?"

"Grab your coat....whatever you need, spend the night, tomorrow night, you need a break from...this...I make great breakfasts...plenty of room. Why I bought a four bedroom home for a single man..."

"You said it was a bargain..."

"Oh, yeah, well, it was. Big one. Come on real estate agent, get whatever you want..."

"Nate, what I want is you."

I am so glad there are no vases with ashes on the mantel so ghosts could see, that the carpet is thick, that I can grasp a chair or something as I fall over. "Uh, me?"

"You. Have for years, since before the wedding, before we graduated high school...always wanted you but now..I can want you out loud. Like I just did."

"Ted, you're just tired, catch some sleep..."

"...with you. I'm going to sleep with you in your bed beside you. Naked. Like I know you do. Hank told me."

Suddenly I'm very...not tired, maybe drained. "Well, Hank would know, wouldn't he."

"Yeah,. .Told me about three, four years ago. I cried I was so jealous."

I hung my head, so not ashamed but shaken, this man, my best friend kept a secret that should have been kept from him. Fuck Hank.

"Nate?"

"Yeah."

"I had Hank fuck me so I'd be ready for you, you know, your big cock. Knew this day would come...she couldn't last...married her out of love and sorrow for her...guess you knew that, huh?"

"Lets say.,..I guessed." He stood there as handsome as usual, quiet face, those eyes, the flecks of gold almost disguising the real colour. Brown.

 "I, uh, guess there was more I should have guessed, fuck Hank..fuck him. Jeez, Ted I..."

"Can we go home now? I'll turn out the lights, I packed a bag yesterday, I'm already. Nate, the bad part just went past us, I know, you know and...well, Hank knows."

"..and who else?"

"Well assuming Hank kept his mouth shut..no one. I blackmailed him so I think he didn't say anything."

I stared at him, the question was there, I just didn't ask it.

"The usual, pictures of him beating off, finger fucking himself, tied up on the bed...not even very good porn but...he wouldn't be the golf pro at the club much longer..."

"Isn't it usually the tennis pro? Something Big Bill with the Big Balls..."

"Yeah, now that you mention it, usually is the tennis pro,..I don't know, maybe Hank can play tennis, We can ask him."

I just stared at him.

"Well, we need someone to fuck besides us until we get better with each other so I made a deal with him....few times a week, come for a beer, fuck him, he blows us, he gives a great massage, He's a pro at lots of things."

"Ted, uhm, you are waaay ahead of me. Of course you're welcome, stay as long as you want...:"I drifted into silence for apparently as long as he wanted was...maybe forever. "There's just some things, that,.."

"Do you love me?"

The stupid thing was....I did, had for a long time, ever since the first time we 'fooled around' together as kids. I looked out a window, showers coming in, see the scudding clouds. "Yeah, as it happens, I do...for a long time. Hank tell you that?"

"He doesn't know, just that we wanted the same thing, liked to fuck men, liked each other, told him I wanted you and after....this was over, well, my bags packed. Before it rains, lets get on the way. You'll survive, that's my Nate."

So he walked up just like he was going to shake hands only he put his arms around my back, pulled me to him and kissed me."Hank doesn't kiss, least I didn't kiss him, it was only about the sex...Come on. Now. Before it rains I had the car washed just before the funeral. "I guess he changed his mind about who drove whom.

Son of a gun, he'd packed three bags and a suit carrier. Moved in that night. Slept with me that night in the nude. Fucked me that night. Gotta hand it to Hank, he'd taught him real well...of course loving him made it easier.
Saturday breakfast, he looks so handsome, so well fucked, slacks, window pane shirt, V neck navy cashmere sweater, tanned bare feet...and why was that so damn attractive? It was as if there had been no past when he didn't live here, of course, he knew where everything was, poured coffee, used the Sterling Silver coffee pot, said it looked good between us. What it did for boxers, picked up from the floor, white sox grabbed from a drawer and a hoodie pushing Ford Raptors, and compared to his nonchalant elegance, I went back upstairs, found some good jeans, shirt, my usual cowboy boots, came back down. He smiled. Came to me, kissed me, said we'd try fucking in front of the television while the game was on. USC versus Notre Dame. Or some big time college teams, Saturday, school boy football.
"Ted....you are either in some unreal place or I am or we both are. Whatever your marriage was, we just buried Nan yesterday and within 24 hours you're telling me it was always me, will always be me and you're moving in."
"Yep. That about covers it. Now I can have the Vasectomy reversed, want you to have all the good stuff. Nate, why tiptoe around things? This is where it will end up, lets just advance the time line." He came to me put one arm around my shoulders while he cupped my nuts with the other. Automatically I returned all the favours, including the nut hustling. Jesus he was well hung, forgot that...well until last night. Somehow at the club with every guy's balls and fat asses, I just didn't pay much attention to Ted. Okay, I didn't look intentionally. I'd gone home too many nights and cried while I practically pulled my rod out of my crotch beating off thinking about him.
"Why don't we call Frank and Elise, have them drop by for a drink, simple supper tomorrow. Tell them. I think we need to tell them first."
"Except for Hank."
"Yeah, well, he doesn't count. That was just paid for sex."
"Sort of like his working on your short game?"
His hand had worked its way up to my zipper I guess, because he'd slipped to the floor, I was going to get blown.
Something we hadn't done last night. Hank couldn't teach him this, mouth like a massive water intake at a dam, fuck, made me piss down his throat first, damn near pulled the pubic fur from my big boys snatch.
"I want to shave you there, mouth full of hair, even yours,,,," and returned to licking my balls. Standing up, there wasn't much I could do apart from try and not get weak kneed and fall down. My mind was going blank, just feeling the rush of something going round and round and coming out....Oh mutherfucking Jesus, coming out There...!!!?"
Ted was a swallower but, as he pulled me down to kiss me, also was a saver, shared me with me. Why was I crying? I'd never had anyone just because they wanted to, pull out my pecker and suck it off. It should happen to more guys.
"You taste...Good Housekeeping Seal of approval. Holy Jesus, yeah, you are literally one fine cocksucker."
He stood up suddenly. "Good, I want to be everything good to and for you. Plus love you but I think we agree on that..."
No point in playing the perfect host when, apparently, I was now the perfect landlord: His.
I was still wobbly. "Listen, about Frank and Elise....sure, they gotta know and, yeah, sooner rather than later but don't you want a, I don't know, sort of a cooling down time, the funeral and all. Moving out and moving in is going to seem to, well, everyone, strange then there's the reason you're moving in...not like I was sorta holding your hand after the shock of her death..."
He had a sly smile. "Kinda hoped you'd hold my dick, feel better." He was taking off his cothes. "I want to be fucked again. Table or floor? More room on the floor plus it's easier to slide about on the wood. Come on, peel."
I wondered why I'd bother to get dressed? Somehow the next little while was going to be one wonder after another. What crapped me was...he was so matter of fact, this was how it always was, two guys, lovers, living together, just like we had for years. Thinking that got me undressed, something all men do on auto pilot, just not so they can get down on their own floor and fuck their best....uh, man cunt...no that....lover....no...boyf...not that either... just the man in my life, laying there, opening a pantry door, finding, oh shit, an unopened can of Crisco, Popped its cherry.
"I want you hard and stay in there for a long time, gotta get used to how you feel so that when I'm away, I'll remember...maybe get a cast of your cock....you can have one of mine."
Crisco was not the happiest of choice for lube, it's one of those things that in an emergency like out camping....but now I've got my hands, his ass, the chute of his ass, my cock all looking like a freak snow storm just dusted us. Oh, hell, I slid in. Gotta say, it does have great slip. And he felt so good, so warm, so willing. I could sense him adjusting his ass to give me more purchase...which I couldn't get because when I put my hands on anything, they slipped. Finally just rubbed his back with it; He purred and did Kegels with his butt, felt good.
No reason to quit and, thanks to Hank, he was in this for the long term fuck. Maybe having him here a couple night a week wasn't a bad idea....but after the shockeroo of Ted and me zipped through our friends, their friends, everyone in town probably, maybe he'd rethink dropping by. No way at night was he working on sand wedges.
"More". The warmth we were generating was liquifying the Crisco; Tendrils of it were beginning to slowly creep across the wood, almost like an octopus trying out bland colours with one or two tentacles. I was so deep in him. Ted was an amazing moaner, you had to put your head on him to really hear it but when you did, it was its own form of vibrator.
"Hey, swing around, I want you to be sitting on it in my lap, wanta kiss you, stroke your chest,...does hair clipping mean the chest?"
I had him so he was stuck on my continuingly hard cock,(If your erection does not go away in 72 Days, drop by your local ER.With Ted, and his ability to get me hard, 72 days...seemed...possible.) his feet by my chest, leaning against my up raised legs."Um uh, chest stays just like it is, all the way down, in the dark I can follow the trail to the mother lode...like to be sucked off in the dark?"
Probably, every guy likes a blow job and, he'd just proved he was good at it. In the dark? Which meant in my/our bed...I assumed he would just keep on sleeping with me.
"I wanta shoot some big ones so..." Christ, it was like turning off the freeway onto a country road! Big? I wondered if I had Hank to thank? My prostate was doing things to him, panting things, sweating things, strange noises that I'd never made....
"I'm gonna finish, try and feel the warm cum, gonna get it deep into you. Makes eating you out more fun." And he did.
He had an interesting way of lift off, he went to his knees then slid up and out and presented me with his still dripping, blood engorged one eyed piece of candy. I learned to deep throat him on the spot...after I licked him dry. We fell over, him on top of me, so warm, so in love, so relaxed after a hard work out. I knew his sweat would taste great; It did.
He gently rolled me, put my hands under my head while he manually spread my cheeks getting ready for his meal. That tongue. First it was just a suggestion of a slice of warm liver then it bloated, went right through the muscle rings, his cheeks were compressing my ass to get his tongue in as far and, oh fucking God, I was gonna shoot again...Upside down on the floor in the Crisco. I could feel the gentle but persuasive licks of his tongue, cleaning the sides, looking for what I'd left behind. Or I may have felt that, after my last blowout, I was flat, well, apart from where Ted was in charge now drawing out. Just laying his head in the small of my back.
Tried to get up, couldn't, the damn Crisco, everywhere, our feet, hands, most of our bodies and then we started to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Of course we had to play, slide all over the floor like it was winter and we were tummy sliding on the pond. Finally slid to the big French doors which is where we made the escape and, why not? dove in my pool. What congealed Crisco did to the skimmer? I'd find out.
"I'm going to marry you so that I can have a pool," He expected me to laugh, I didn't.
"Uh, Ted, uh...."
"Marriage. That the word you're stuck on?" Silence meant yes. "Okay, well, why not? It's legal here, we're never going to give each other up...we love each other, we just wrecked a floor together....just like a real couple. Tonight, after I put something on your sunburn, I'm going to fuck you so...doesn't that sound like marriage is indicated to you?"
I wanted to say something about partnering permanently, at least I wouldn't feel cheap, sleazy but....there were parts of my life even Hank didn't know about that kind of enjoyed cheap and sleazy. One out of every two 'business trips' weren't about business but getting cheap and sleazy and fucked and picking up guys in public places and memberships in very private clubs with unusual dress codes....not a part of marriage. Time to get philosophical.
"I don't know, there are parts to people even their closest friends may have missed because they are close...like...not telling a buddy his wife is cheating or he needs to work on getting that acne cleared up or...you know, junk that's just part of a life and it's not that you don't tell it, just never comes up."
"Like the guy in Montreal?"
Oh holymotherfuckingshit...the guy in Montreal. I just stared at him, decided the way out of this one, best defense is a good offense. "You followed me, you son of a bitch, you followed me..,."
"Nope, remember when I did some house sitting for you when you went to that sport fishing thing in Australia? He decided to surprize you,flew down from Montreal....all I did was answer the door, could have been UPS."
Of course, not every offense works out. Billy, here, in my home with Ted at the door, opening it...
"Nice guy, spent two, three days here, I even bought him a first class ticket back to Canada. Told...well, showed me some things you like, hopes we'll come visiting...yeah, he and I had a good time, great player. You know the fifteenth? that ugly dogs leg? Carried right over the trees, damn near got an Eagle but it broke a little too much left."
I wondered if Hank had been around? Carried too much left as well? The three of them in my bed...Fuck. "I, uh, I gotta ask...while you were at the club..?"
"Hank? Cheat on you??"
"You were fucking Billy..."
"Community property, I guess Hank is too."
Whatever else it might be, it was going to be an interesting marriage, one in which 'fringe benefits' would have to be redefined. 

As the grieving widower, he didn't think it would 'look right' for him to play the day after...based on some other things, playing the day after would seem almost normal. And, oops, the kid of one of the foursome had some tiresome child thing to do so....Hank took his place.
"Bad thing about, Nan, Jeez, Ted took it real well...he's a brick."
"Well, you should know." I was only a club lengths from him, my back to the other two looking him straight in the eye. "Ever seen a picture of a man sticking his finger up his ass?" He blanched. The box of balls he was holding were dropped rolling all over the Gents tee box. "Understand you've signed up for visitation to the grieving groom...and his new partner."
"Uh, Nate, look about that.."
"I have looked; Want to know what else is in my bag..my golf bag...apart from my sticks, balls, extra tees, gloves..and an envelope that resists heat." I left it there, he was no fool, just clumsy as he stepped back and slipped on a ball. From the ground...
"Nate..." He reached up, I did the fireman's grab and helped him up. "We need to talk about this...?"
"It's your honour, tee off and we'll discuss how balls get rolled on the fairway."
He was badly shaken and, I had a moment of clarity, not by what I knew but by...I almost laughed. Jesus he was a slut. His tee shot went very badly, there's the sound a golf ball makes when it tears through the leaves and branches of a tree. I was up next and hit one perfectly, best shot I've played on that hole ever. Just like the hole I was about to play.
"I'll help you look for your balls, probably dropped, maybe, under the tree or those bushes...do you doggy style, behind the bushes, a quicky, straighten out your approach to the hole." His look was somewhere between a sudden burst of lust and fear made real. "Nuh uh, no choice, I'll just tell the other guys to play on, we'll catch up with them at the trap." I looked at him significantly then, from my bag, took out another glove, not one sold at the pro shop, the heavy leather one, like a cop on a bike wears, like the better leather in a razor strop, that kind of leather glove. I spit in it, still fairly new, needed some moisture, take it home work someone's cum in it...what the hell, start here, use his.
I bet he thought it was a long walk to the trees. The other guys razzing him about, "Club Pro? Don't tell me how to hit a ball..." that sort of shit. I don't think he heard it.
He must have done this before, pants dropped, up on all fours, finger tips, gave me the perfect angle of entry. What I wanted and he would take wasn't even sex, it was a form of jacking off just not using my hand. I was careful to leave some drool on his butt. "Better grab some weeds and wipe that or you'll have a sticky jock." He bent down grabbed something green, just like a well trained dog, wiped himself, made sure to to really into his hole. Doesn't Poison Ivy have three leaves? 

Rather than shower, I just went right from 18 to my car and drove home; A  bump of instinct told me that to leave Ted alone too long wasn't wise.
I could have stayed, showered, horsed around at the guys bar in the locker room, did the towel snap, had a couple of beers...that's because what I should not have done was leave Ted alone at all, grieving widower he sort of was but what he could do, by himself, without consulting me..... The damage was already done when I walked into the back door, wary of bits of Crisco we'd missed cleaning the floor. Okay, no Crisco. Also no Ted. However, through the next door, my formal dining room laid informally for dinner for...four. Shit. Frank and Elise.

Hadn't even bothered with shoes, just pulled off my spikes then drove home in my socks. Up the circular stairs, three risers at a time, too mad to even say anything. No reason to close the door so the picture when I walk in is of one tossled headed, very handsome man, naked, sleeping in my bed, one arm falling down the side. He looks....FUCK how he looks, he could look like Adam getting life from God on the Sistine Chapel. I am beyond pissed, I'm also hot, tired,covered with dried sweat-Ford products have great air conditioning so you dry quickly-but mainly I'm so fucking annoyed... he's gonna push this right up to the chapel. I hear Midler singing about 'goin' to the chapel of love'. And that's when I ripped back the covers and swatted his ass better than any fraternity pledge master during hell week.
Too late I remembered I wasn't wearing my 'spanking' glove, I wasn't wearing a glove at all and all that working out in the gym, I caught him a good one. He was instantly cherry red but my hand, as I sank to my knees in pain, Christ, instant Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, maybe a couple of broken bones. Tears shot from my eyes. I can take pain, sometimes look forward to it but there's a difference between pain you were expecting, like when you're held to a wall with steel clamps, and now when you did it to yourself. I just knelt there holding it like a puppy that may be dying but you hope not.
Ted was immediately out of bed, tripping and falling flat on the  sheet that didn't lose him as quickly as he planned on. "Don't move, I'll get ice, Don't move." Don't worry, with all my nerve endings congregating in my right hand, nerves that did things like allow motion were otherwise involved. This is so sick...I watched him running naked out the door then disappearing, in a circular manner, as he went down the stairs. I wanted to fall on him, take him on the stairs, my good hand, that is to say the end I may still have attached after all this was over, was fumbling to get my cock out; Here's something a manufacturer of men's polyester golf pants should consider, Velcro closures instead of zippers. Easy open, easy close. On the course, you need to take a whizz, no zzzzip, but the subtle rip of Velcro,  could easily be the sound of a riding mower two holes over.
I'm hard before I can get my jock pulled out-that hurt as well, unlike many fabrics, elastic doesn't separate easily and, when it does, the snap of it remaking its shape can give you a nasty pop. Also, pulling it through your fly isn't the way it was meant to be removed. Good thing, I was so immediately stiff that rather than toss it somewhere, I used it as a hand hold then a clean up cloth, By the time Ted got back I was edging myself and, dismissing the thought I  would lose my right hand, Jesus did it feel good, especially that second go round where you fight it until you can't then spew in a sort of corkscrew pattern. Who cares, I fell sideways, unfortunately squashing the hand already taken in stupid pain, Ted heard the scream of pain and came up with dripping two ice cube trays and a tea towel.
Maybe he took First Aid, who knew, but he did a good job wrapping the hand in an ice filled towel then stripped me puzzling over why my pants were on but my jock was casually tossed against a baseboard. One feel would have explained...some things. His sympathy was genuine even if he was somewhat limited in what he should do. Suggested the ER, no, calling a buddy who was a surgeon, no, then remembered he had something Dex Anderson, society dentist, had given him after a root canal. Something for pain; I took two. You know about take two and call me tomorrow? Well, not in all cases is two even advisable, these were heavy duty pain suppressants given to patients who, following a root canal, have heavy duty pain, Who reads the instructions? You know, the part about not exceeding the dosage, not operating heavy equipment, not driving, not using alcohol....those instructions. By closing one eye I could read..."Take one tablet immediately then half a tablet every twelve hours thereafter. Do not exceed this dosage." This last part was in red and was followed by a skull and cross bones. Quick little suckers, almost instantly I felt, well, I don't know what I felt, not much but did crawl up where Ted intercepted and got me into the shower, fortunately there's a seat-I think he would have tied me down if he could have-and, I was to discover, called one of those numbers that tell you what to do if someone has tried to commit suicide or overdosed.....Apparently I hadn't taken enough to warrant having my stomach pumped (Had I known I would have been grateful, like all men, I HATE having my stomach pumped, may be some fetishists who get off on that but not this huckleberry.)
I almost water boarded myself in that I slid from the seat and down to the floor where the flow of water was almost up my nose. Sputtering and trying to fight death did cause an adrenaline dump that probably helped but you're not thinking that just then.
Getting me out wasn't as easy as putting me in; Standing was beyond what I could do but pulling me out meant traversing a nasty metal track that anchored the shower doors. I am not a small man, well built, but not small. Ted is no slouch but trying to lift dead wet weight is a task one he finally managed. Back to bed. Okay, so it's soaking wet, it will dry, I will dry, the bed will dry...don't sweat the small stuff. That's about all I remember....

Carter let in the couple. "Mr. and Mrs. Ellston? Thanks for coming...I know this is.."
"What happened?"
"Best we can tell, they were coming down the stairs, someone tripped, both fell, necks broken...instant death. Jeez I hate to ask but...under the tarp, they're almost at the bottom of the stairs, just a quick peek, nothing bad, look asleep..."
Some papers signed.
"Well, they're together, what Ted wanted," that's when the tears started.