Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2023 12:27:49 -0500
From: William Marshal <williammarshal5301@gmail.com>
Subject: Breach of Contract 9

Breach of Contract

CHAPTER 9: Whatever it Takes

Sunday morning was going to be hard. The children had to be returned home
by 2:00. Ian knew his duty was to keep the emotions under
control. Something that would be difficult, particularly since his own
emotions were raw and near the surface. In just two days, Ian and the
children had bonded in a way that he didn't think possible. He loved his
nieces and nephews, but they weren't his responsibility. They didn't need
him. However, Bobby, Mandy, and Little E were his responsibility by virtue
of his budding relationship with Matt. However, it was more than that. Even
if he and Matt weren't together, Ian knew he would do everything he could
to protect the three, and right now, that was getting them away from
Fletcher Rockford. If that meant getting them away from Ellen as well, so
be it.

Ian was drinking coffee and reading USA Today in the suite's small kitchen
when Bobby walked in. He sat down at the table with Ian then dropped a bomb
in Ian's lap. He asked, "Uncle Ian, are you and Daddy boyfriends?"

Ian sat for a minute, then asked, "Is there a reason you are asking me this
question rather than asking your father?"

Bobby shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the table.

Ian said, "I suppose you are uncomfortable asking your father that
question," and Bobby nodded.

"Can I ask why you have this question?"

Bobby paused then said, "I heard what those guys at the pool called you and
daddy, and..." Bobby stopped and again looked down at the table.

After waiting a bit, Ian asked, "Is there something else."

Finally, Bobby said without looking up, "I heard Fletcher tell Mommy that
you are fucking Daddy."

Ian must have looked like a deer caught in headlights. The only saving
grace was that Bobby was still looking at the table and didn't see the
expression on his face. Ian wanted to run in the other room, shake Matt,
and tell him to get his ass up and be the parent, but he also knew Matt
would be just as much at a lose for what to say. Plus, how do you tell your
nine-year-old son you're gay?

So, Ian took a deep breath and said, "Bobby, I want to be honest with you,
but there are some things I don't think you are old enough to understand,
and there are other things I don't have a right to tell you because I am
not your parent. Is that okay?"

Bobby looked up and nodded.

"I am not sure where to start, so I will just say that I like... no, I love
your Daddy very, very much. I also feel the same way about you, and Mandy,
and Ian."

Bobby jumped out of his chair and wrapped his arms around Ian's neck in a
tight hug. Ian could also feel Bobby's tears running down his cheeks. Ian
pulled Bobby onto his lap and held him close.

After anther period of silence, Bobby asked, "Does Daddy love you?"

"I think...I hope he does."

"Mommy said Daddy is going to live with you in Chicago. Is that true?"

"I think for at least a while he is going to stay with me in Chicago. Does
that bother you?"

Bobby shook his head, and then dropped another bomb in Ian's lap. He asked,
"Can I, Mandy, and Ian live with you and Daddy in Chicago?"

"Wow kid, you aren't asking any easy questions this morning. Are you
practicing to be a lawyer?"

Bobby giggled a bit and said, "maybe."

"I think we need to go wake your Daddy and tell him what we've been talking
about, what do you think?"

Bobby was nodding when Matt walked into the room. He said, "I am sorry, but
I have violated the ethics of both the law and parenting. I have been
listening in on an attorney/client conversation. However, in my defense,
Uncle E handled that conversation far better than I would have. So, let me
clear up some of the questions." Matt walked over to Ian and gave him a
very affectionate kiss. Then he looked at both Ian and Bobby and said,
"Yes, I do love Ian very, very much."

Matt then fell into a chair and said, "Bobby, I hope you can deal with what
I just did and said."

Bobby jumped off of Ian's lap and ran to his father. He gave Matt a kiss
and a big hug. Matt returned the hug and soon tears were running down
Matt's, Bobby's, and Ian's cheeks.

Mandy and Little E walked in and Mandy asked, "Why is everyone crying?"

Matt said, "Don't worry, these are happy tears."

Then Bobby said, "Daddy and Uncle Ian are boyfriends."

Mandy and Little E ran to give Matt a hug and a kiss, then they did the
same to Ian.

Mandy looked at Ian and asked, "Does that mean that we can come live with
you and Daddy?"

Ian looked at Matt, and said, "This is your conversation."

Matt took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let's all go sit on the couch."
Matt and Ian sat down and the kids immediately crawled onto their
laps. They weren't going to make this conversation easy.

Matt gave each of the kids a kiss on the forehead, then they looked at Ian
who said, "I guess I'd better get used to this," and also kissed each of
them on the forehead.

Then Matt said, "First, I want to tell you that Uncle Ian and I would like
more than anything for you guys to come live with us; but, if a judge has
to decide where you live, it probably won't be in Chicago. You see, I have
to find a job and prove I can take care of you before a judge will agree to
let you live with me and Ian."

"What if we tell him that's what we want?" Bobby asked.

"I'm afraid that wouldn't make a difference. The judge has to be sure you
will have a place to live, food, healthcare, education, and lots of other
things. Right now, I just can't show that."

Bobby looked at Ian, then Matt laughed, and said, "Sorry bud, Uncle Ian
isn't your legal guardian and he and I aren't married. So, no judge is
going to give Ian any consideration when deciding what to do."

"Can't you just take us with you?" Mandy asked.

"Sorry sweetie, that would be a crime, and I would go to jail and lose my
law license, then there would be no chance, ever."

"So what you're saying is we're fucked," Bobby said.

Matt said, "Robert Norris Harris, where in the hell did you learn to talk
like that!?"

"I carpool to school with the Herbert triplets. They are in the eighth
grade and know all of the dirty words."

"Are you sure you are just a fourth grader?"

"Daddy, I am in the accelerated program. I have been doing 7th grade
English and math all year."

"Wait a minute," Ian said, "Why am I just now finding out Bobby is a
genius? That explains so many things?"

Matt laughed and said, "All three of my kids are gifted."

"I guess it's true, genius does skip a generation," Ian said,

"I would be mad you said that...if it weren't true," Matt said with a
smile.

"Let's got get some brunch," Ian said.

Matt suggested a small out of the way place for breakfast. Of course like
every small out of the way place with good food, it had a wait list. So,
after getting on the list, they decided to walk around the neighborhood. It
was your typical city neighborhood in transition. A mix of houses in need
of a facelift and houses that had been updated. A realtor was having an
open house, and on a whim Ian decided he wanted to check it out. The house
reminded him of the sort of houses he and Heather took on. It had three
bedrooms, one bath, an outdated kitchen, and a dilapidated stand-alone
garage. Just as they were finishing the tour, Matt got a text that their
table would be ready in ten minutes.

"Hey Matt, why don't you take the kids and go grab our table. I want to ask
the realtor about the Denver market. Heather and I are always looking for
markets to compare with Chicago. It helps us keep our costs and profits in
line with the national markets. Just order me whatever you're having."

Matt gave Ian a funny look and said, "Okay."

Ian got back to the diner twenty minutes later, and Matt said, "I was
beginning to worry that I was going to have to eat your breakfast."

"I never miss breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day," Ian said
with a smile.

"What did you do?" Matt asked suspiciously.

"I bought a house."

"What?!"

"Shhh, I'll tell you later."

Everyone managed to stay happy through the meal, but as soon as they were
in the car to take the kids back to Ellen's, things got emotional. Ian was
glad he was driving because Matt's eyes were so full of tears he would have
wrecked the car. Bobby tried not to cry, but Mandy and Little E were
sobbing. There was a small park down the street from Ellen's and Ian
stopped there.

Ian said, "We have 30 minutes before the kids have to be home." Matt and
the kids made the most of every last minute. When Bobby gave Ian a hug, Ian
asked whether he had a cellphone. Bobby nodded, and Ian sent him his phone
number, then said, "You can call me anytime you need something or want to
talk about things you can't tell your Daddy. Got it, Daddy first, but I
will always take your call, Understand?" Bobby nodded.

When they pulled up to the front of the mansion, Ellen and Fletcher were
waiting. Ellen made sure the kids were in the house and away from Matt as
quickly as she could rip them away from their father. Ian was beginning to
get hot but kept telling himself to stay in control. Fletcher remained
behind in an attempt to clearly bait Matt into some kind of drama.

Matt was just getting into the car, when Fletcher said, "I hope the kids
didn't have to see you two fucking."

Matt was red-faced, angry, and his eyes said murder. Ian managed to get
between Matt and Fletcher and prevented the fist fight Fletcher wanted to
provoke. No doubt Fletcher was wearing a wire and someone was hiding in the
bushes with a camera.

Ian had just shoved Matt into the car and closed the door when Fletcher
said, "I see you've already got pussy boy trained." Ian whirled around so
fast and startled Fletcher that he stepped back and tripped on one of the
porch steps. Fletcher fell hard and landed on the granite steps without a
chance to break his fall. The look of pain on Fletcher's face told Ian he
probably bruised his tailbone.

Ian smiled as he looked down at Fletcher, then said, "If you ever hit one
of those kids again, I will put you in the hospital. Got it, asshole!"

"Fuck you Coburn! Tomorrow I am going to enjoy getting Ellen everything she
wants and more in the divorce, stripping Harris of his manhood, and then
sending you back to Chicago with your tail tucked between your legs."

Ian smiled and said, "I bet you have a very small cock, don't you." He
wasn't sure why he uttered such a juvenile taunt, but for some reason it
just seemed appropriate, and he got into the car and drove off leaving
Fletcher still sprawled on the steps.

Ian drove back to the park where they had just said goodbye to the
children. He turned to Matt and said, "Take a walk and get yourself
together. You've got ten minutes, then we have a shitload to do before
tomorrow. Got it."

Matt nodded and got out of the car. Ian didn't know what Matt told himself
on his little walk, but whatever it was, it worked. When Matt got back in
the car, his emotions were under control, he was focused, and there was a
fire in his eyes Ian had not seen since law school.

Ian drove to the house they had looked at in the morning, and Matt asked,
"Why are we back here?"

"Because we're closing on it today. I told the realtor I would buy the
house at 10 percent over asking and wave the inspections if we could close
today. I am sure he has been very busy this afternoon."

"Why, and what do you mean we're buying a house?"

"Remember when you told Mandy that a judge wouldn't rule in your favor in a
custody hearing because you couldn't prove you had the means to support the
children, nor would the judge let you take them out of the state. Well,
when we're done this afternoon, that won't be a problem. You will be half
owner of a house in Denver, Colorado, and will be an associate at Preston,
Robb, and Moore. Unless that isn't what you want."

Matt smiled and said, "Thank you, you are the best friend in the world."

After Ian and Matt, signed the paperwork to buy the house, and Ian handed
over a very large check to the realtor, it was off to the Denver offices of
Preston, Robb, and Moore.

"That realtor seemed very young and very excited."

"Yeah," Ian said, "He is new at the agency and drew the short straw to host
the open house on a Sunday. I wrote into the contract that the sale was
contingent on him getting the commission. While we were talking about the
house, he let it slip that he just found out his girlfriend was pregnant
and they were planning a quickie wedding. I figured he could use the
money."

"Wow I am being to wonder if you aren't Santa Claus in disguise?"

"Well, you'd better be careful because I will know if you're naughty or
nice."

"Tonight, I plan on being nice and naughty." Ian's cock twitched a bit at
the innuendo.

When they got to the office they were met by another of Preston, Robb, and
Moore's senior partners.

"Mr. Coburn, you must be some hot shit. It's not every Sunday that a named
partner calls a senior partner and tells him to get his ass down to the
office to hire a new associate."

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

Gill Rowe laughed, "Don't worry about it. I will be in Chicago next month
for a partners meeting, and Vance Moore will owe me big for this. Plus, I
wouldn't mind having you two in this office if Plan A doesn't work
out. Although, with the firepower in the conference room, I am betting you
will get what you want."

After signing the papers, Gill said, "Welcome aboard Mr. Harris, and it was
nice meeting you Mr. Coburn. I was sorry not to meet you the other day when
you were in. It's not often you meet someone who turns down a
partnership. However, I am betting Vance manages to wrangle you in
somehow."

"It's nice meeting you too Mr. Rowe," Ian said. "I really appreciate all
the help the Denver office has been to me and Matt."

When Ian and Matt entered the conference room they found Nathan Ramos, Kyle
Voelker, and an attorney Ian knew only by reputation. Ian said, "Matt, you
know Nathan. This is Kyle Voelker, he is our whiz kid in family law. And
this is Henry Zimmerman. Mr. Zimmerman is a partner and head of the Trusts
and Estates department at Preston, Robb, and Moore. He also teaches Trusts
and Estates at The University of Chicago Law School."

Zimmerman said, "Please call me Henry. It is good to meet both of you. I am
familiar with Ian's work, if for no other reason than the firm's financial
reports. As for you Matt, if you end up working in Chicago, you will start
out with me in Trusts and Estates until we decide where you will fit in
best. When Vance told me the firm was hiring you, I did some checking. It
seems the idiots at Logan, Norris, and Love have been wasting a damn fine
attorney. But what should you expect from anything Patterson Norris is
involved with." It was very clear that Zimmerman and Patterson Norris were
not on good terms.

"So Ian," Zimmerman said, "tell us your strategy." Ian spent the next hour
laying out his plan for the next day and answering questions."

"I am not a family practice lawyer," Zimmerman said, "but it looks like Ian
is ready to kick some Patterson ass tomorrow. What do you think Kyle and
Nate."

"Absolutely," Kyle said, "I have all the supporting paperwork with me, and
Nathan can get it filed as soon as they capitulate."

"I am really looking forward to watching the Chicago Bulls make the Denver
Numb Nuts cry," Nathan said.

Zimmerman looked at Nathan and dryly said, "I take it you like sports."

Nathan blushed and said, "Sorry sir."

Zimmerman laughed and said, "Don't be sorry. I like sports as well,
particularly baseball. This Summer, I will get the firm's Cubs tickets and
we can all go out to celebrate Ian and Matt feeding Patterson Norris humble
pie. However, I have one question for Ian: What is winning in your mind?"

Ian paused, bit his lip, then said, "Getting Matt custody of Bobby, Mandy,
and Ian."

Zimmerman's eyebrows raised when he learned Matt had named one of his sons
Ian. "So you are counting on Paterson and Ellen being willing to trade
custody of the children for their money and reputation."

"I am," Ian said.

"Tomorrow should be an interesting show," Zimmerman said. "I am going back
to the Brown Palace Hotel and relax. I would invite you all to join me at
the hotel's Churchill Bar for whiskey and cigars. However, this trip is on
Vance Moore's tab so I am making him pay. Mrs. Zimmerman and I have
reservations for the hotel's Palace Arms restaurant. Vance doesn't know it
yet, but he is treating us to Wagyu steaks and French wine. For dessert, I
am having Creme Brulee. If either Inis or I liked caviar, we would be
sticking him with that as well."

"I guess that's just one more thing I will owe Vance for," Ian said.

"Not at all. This is a thing between the senior partners. A couple of years
ago I needed Vance to help get my brother out of some bad real estate
investments. I ended up paying for his family's vacation to Italy."

Ian couldn't help smiling, and Zimmerman got a funny look, then
laughed. "Vance didn't do the work did he? He palmed it off on you."

"I hope you're not mad."

"Absolutely not. You figured out how to save my brother's ass. I just need
to tell Vance that I'm glad he gave the job to the best attorney in his
department, rather than trying to do it himself," then Zimmerman broke into
a laugh.

When Ian and Matt got back to their hotel, they decided to go down to the
exercise room to burn off some energy before going out for supper. It was
there they ran into Skip and Cody. After glaring across the room at each
other for 15 minutes, Ian took a deep breath and walked over to them.

"Guys," Ian said, "I want to apologize for yesterday. I let another
situation get to me, and I took it out on you. Don't get me wrong, I still
think you were, maybe still are, assholes, but I am an adult and should
have handled it better. That's all I wanted to say."

Ian started to walk off and Cody said, "Mr. Coburn, it's Skip and me who
should be apologizing. We were assholes and totally wrong. Worse, we know
better than to act like that, but we still did it."

"Actually, we needed to have our butts kicked," Skip said. "When we got
back to the room we were mad and looking for all kinds of ways to excuse
our behavior, but then it began to dawn on us there was no excuse. We
actually sent texts to a couple of the guys at the university we have been
giving shit about being gay or trans. When one of them told us he was
thinking about hurting himself because of all the shit he was getting, it
was like a kick in the nuts. We had to call him to make sure he wasn't
going to do anything to harm himself, and we told him about last night. We
all ended up crying like little babies."

"We also told him that we wanted to talk to him when we get back to school
on Tuesday," Cody added.

After a bit more conversation, the boys each gave Ian a bro hug, then
walked over to Matt and apologized and bro hugged him as well. Just before
the boys left the exercise room, Skip came over to Ian and asked, "This
might be weird, but can I have your phone number? I have some things I
would like to talk with you about. Things I can't talk about with my family
or people at school."

"Sure," Ian said, and gave is number to Skip.

After they were gone, Matt asked, "What was that all about?"

"I'm not sure, but I am guessing Skip is struggling with his sexuality and
wants someone to chat with that won't judge him, and he won't run into
after sharing his story."

"So where does Cody fit in?" Matt mused.

"I don't know, but it wouldn't surprise me if Cody was the person he has
feeling for."

"Oh, what tangled webs we weave..." Matt said.

"Look at you getting all Shakespearian on me," Ian said putting an arm
around Matt.

"That not Shakespeare; it's Walter Scott. I can't believe I know something
you don't."

"Don't go getting all cocky, or I will have to take you down in Trivial
Pursuit just like back in law school."

Matt laughed then said, "I bet you don't know about Mountain Oysters."

"I'm betting that's Colorado's state shellfish?"

Matt laughed, and said, "Oh do you have a surprise waiting for you. Let's
get dressed. I'm taking you out for a fine dining experience I am sure you
have never had."

An hour later Ian and Matt were walking into the Buckhorn
Exchange. Established in 1893, the Buckhorn Exchange specialized in serving
various types of wild game...well, semi-wild since it was almost all
farm-raised versions of the wild stuff. The Buckhorn was as much a museum
as a restaurant. The first thing anyone noticed when they walked in was
that the walls of the Buckhorn were adorned with 500 taxidermy specimens of
game animals; a PETA nightmare come true.

The Buckhorn was started by Henry H. "Shorty Scout" Zietz. Zietz had joined
up with Col. William F. "Buffalo Bill" Cody at age 12 and soon became a
full-fledged scout. The Buckhorn exchange began as a place where workers
for the Rio Grande Railroad could cash their pay checks. When they cashed
their checks, Zietz would give each of his customers a token for lunch and
a beer. He figured he could entice the railroaders to spend the rest of
their paycheck in his establishment rather than bars down the street.

Teddy Roosevelt once stopped in at the Buckhorn during one of his western
hunting trips; and later, Dwight Eisenhower, Jimmy Carter and Ronald Reagan
would also make an appearance. However, the most legendary visitor to the
Buckhorn was when Chief Red Cloud, Sitting Bull's nephew, and a delegation
of 30 Sioux/Blackfoot warriors rode up Osage Street in full battle costumes
to give Zietz the sword taken from Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn.

Matt obviously liked the place and continued to point out all of the usual
features and stories associated with the establishment. When the server
came to take their order, Matt asked if Javier was in the kitchen.

"He is Mr. Harris. Are you planning to go off menu tonight?"

"I think so, Anthony. Why don't you start us with a sampler of the
appetizers and a couple of beers. Tell Javier I have a flatlander as my
guest. He will know what to put on the sampler."

"Why do I get the feeling this meal might test my culinary limits?" Ian
asked Matt. "Also, do you eat here a lot? You seem to know a lot of the
staff."

"First of all, I expect you to at least try everything. After all, it can't
be as scary as skydiving. Second, if you do pro bono immigration work, you
will get to know a lot of people in the food service and hospitality
industries."

"I can see that. So, what do the owners and bosses think about what you
do?"

"They are just as much screwed by our broken immigration system as the
workers are. Without immigrant workers, restaurants and hotels would have
to shut down. Throw in the impact to our agriculture and construction
industries and we would be totally fucked without immigrants. The way I see
it, the problem isn't immigrants, it's a Congress that won't write
immigration laws that works. As long as Republicans want campaign issues
and Democrats want Latino voters, neither side is willing to sit down and
hammer out a commonsense law. I know I'm soapboxing on this, but it's just
so frustrating. I guarantee, if the laws that protect the wealth and
inheritances of the ultra-rich were as broken as the immigration and drug
laws, Congress would be working overtime to fix them, and it would be a
priority for both political parties. Okay, I'll climb down from my high
horse, but you can see why I'm not thought of very highly at Logan, Norris,
and Love. Is that going to be a problem for me at Preston, Robb, and
Moore?"

"Well, like any law firm in the U.S., we like our fees. However, we have a
more diverse political spectrum at the firm than you have here. For
example, Preston is what I would call a Wall Street Republican, Robb is a
Progressive Democrat, and Moore, he's an issues guy. Vance is more drawn to
issues and causes than he is to party politics. Most of his causes people
would identify with Democratic politics, but he's also very Catholic. He
doesn't support bans on reproductive choice, but he very much supports
efforts to find alternatives to abortion."

"How about Zimmerman?" Matt asked.

"As you might guess by his name, he is Jewish, but not what I would call
particularly religious. For example, he's only kosher on holidays. His wife
is an Episcopalian and two years ago they hosted one of the firm's Holiday
parties. Their house was an odd hodgepodge of Christmas, Hanukkah, and
American consumerism. Politically, he's pretty liberal, except when it
comes to Israel. Don't criticize Israel's Palestinian policies when he's in
earshot."

Anthony returned with the beers and asked whether they were ready to order
and Matt said, "Yes, I want my friend to be able to taste a lot of
different things. So can you have Javier make up a platter of Buffalo Prime
Rib, Elk medallions, Quail, and Salmon. For sides, let's go with wild rice,
asparagus and sautéed Mushrooms.

After the order was placed, Matt said. `I'm counting on you to keep me from
putting my foot in my mouth at the firm."

Ian laughed and said, "Buddy, you are asking the impossible."

"I know," Matt said with a grin.

"Don't fret about it. People in the office are going to like you. Hell,
you'll be like an oddity because we don't have any Okies in the Chicago
office. You can be the office mascot; you know, like that koala is for
Qantas Airlines.  Just flash that goofy smile and all the women with think
you're adorable, and the men won't find you to be a threat."

"Gee, thanks. It's good to know you think of me like some sort of cuddly
bear."

"Hey, Koalas are not cuddly, they are bad ass mother fuckers that will
slash you into ribbons if you piss them off," Ian said.

The conversation about koalas ended when Anthony brought their appetizer
sampler.

"This is the way this works, I will point to something and tell you how to
eat it; however, I won't tell you what it is until after you've eaten it."

"Okay," Ian said warily, "but if I eat a maggot or a spider, I am going to
smother you in your sleep tonight."

"This is the first one," Matt said pointing to something breaded and
fried. "Dip it into this horseradish sauce then eat it."

Ian ate it and said, "Not bad...actually it's pretty good. I'm going to
have another."

After he finish his second, Matt said, "That was the Rocky Mountain
Oyster?"

"Humm, it didn't taste fishy."

"That's because they're not seafood. They are calf testicles," Matt said
with as straight of a face as possible.

Ian's eyes grew large and he downed the rest of his beer, then said,
"Seriously, you had me eat some poor cow's balls?"

Matt laughed and said, "Cows don't have balls. Cows are the females and
bulls are the males. Males are castrated when they are just calves so they
grow up with tender, well marbles meat. I guarantee you that you don't want
to eat a steak from a mature bull. It would take a week of chewing just to
be able to swallow it."

"Well, I've licked your stinky balls," Ian said, "so I guess eating calf
balls isn't so disgusting by comparison."

"Whatever," said Matt, "I will have you know that my balls have been highly
reviewed."

"Let me just add, if anything on this platter is some poor animal's cock,
that will get you smothered as well."

"Fine, just try that," Matt said pointing to another dish.

"Hum, I think it's some kind of bird, but it's too wild tasting for
chicken."

"What would you say if I told you it was turkey buzzard."

Ian looked like he was going to lose it, and Matt said, "But it's not. It's
grilled duck breast seasoned with lavender and pepper and served with a
raspberry and wine sauce."

The next dish was alligator tail and seafood sauce. Like the duck, Ian
wasn't weirded out eating it.

The last item was some kind of Queso dip. Ian took a corn chip and dipped
it. "Not bad, so go ahead and ruin it. What is the meat?"

"It's boneless rattlesnake marinated in red chili and lime. Okay, so what
did you think?"

"Truthfully, they all tasted good," Ian said.

"Yeah, people get all weirded out, but that's just because we let our
imaginations run wild and it kind of messes with our minds," Matt said. "I
suppose it's like the first time you suck a cock, you think it's going to
be all gross and nasty, then you find out you really like it. Of course, I
wouldn't recommend covering a guy's cock in red chili and lime before
giving him a blow job."

"Ouch! Getting that sauce in your piss slit would sting like a son of a
bitch."

The rest of the meal was comparatively tame. While Buffalo, Elk, and Quail
are not typical meats found in the butcher shop, they also weren't outside
the mainstream of meat animals. The conversation also was light and
inconsequential. When they got back to their hotel room, Ian climbed into
the shower, and soon he was joined by Matt.

"Damn today was full," Matt said, "you bought a house..."

"No, WE bought a house."

"Okay, WE bought a house. Then saying goodbye to the kids...."

Matt's body started to shake and he sobbed. Ian didn't try to stop his
tears. He just continued to wash Matt. His hands gently massaged Matt's
back and arms. Then, Ian turned Matt around and massaged his chest and
abs. He kissed Matt and said, "There is still one bit of business we have
to deal with."

"What's that?" Matt asked not sure whether he could deal with another
issue.

"Matthew Harris....will you marry me?

Matt was in shock. Did he hear correctly? Was Ian actually proposing? Matt
just froze. Finally, Ian smiled and said, "That was a yes or no question."

"Yes, yes I will marry you!"

Ian grabbed Matt and the two stood under the shower, holding each other and
kissing, as their insecurities, fears, anger, and regret washed down the
drain. Eventually, Ian broke away and said, "I am warning you, if you dump
me again, so help me, I will cut off your balls, bread them, fry them, and
eat them with horseradish dip. Do you hear me?"

Matt smiled and said, "That's a mistake I won't make twice. However, it
seems the wild meats at dinner have turned you into some kind of sexy scary
barbarian."

Ian growled and said, "There's only one kind to wild meat that does that to
me," and he sank to his knees and swallowed Matt's cock. That night the sex
was intense and wild. So much so, that the next morning, Ian left an extra
generous tip for the housekeeping staff.


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