Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2018 08:43:40 +0000
From: Willow Lemon <willowlemon@outlook.com>
Subject: Coven, ch. 10

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      CHAPTER TEN

      After Kemper left, Carlo decided that he had some extra vigor to work
out as well and headed down to the gym.
      Exactly what he feared would happen, had indeed occurred. Carlo had
made a decision to stay for his own selfish reason and now he had placed
Kemper in danger. The attempt on Kemper this morning had been entirely his
fault. If he had left when he had been first inclined to, he would have
never been harmed, he had no doubt about that. Monique's weight had finally
ceased and he couldn't take pleasure from his liberty through his plaguing
guilt.
      But now a new question tormented him: if he left, would Monique
continue to seek revenge on Kemper? So, now that the threat had become a
fact instead of a question, Carlo was torn between going and hoping Monique
would leave Kemper alone, or stay and look after him, weathering the storm
together. At this point, he didn't know which action would be nobler. Carlo
wanted to do the least selfish act possible, seeing as it was his fault
that Kemper was now involved in this mess that was his life, but he
couldn't guess what that was.
      He lay under the press machine and began doing reps. He in all
probability should leave; his manners had been appalling this morning. Why
did he have to stop? He's insane! He should have taken Kemper, he had
wanted to more than he ever wanted anything in a long time.
      He was convinced that it had been the right thing to do, though. He
had meant what he told him, it had to be perfect for them. He was becoming
more attached to Kemper than he could have thought possible, and
particularly in this amount of time. He wanted to revere him more than
ravishing him while fooling around on a mound of pillows. But he more than
understood where Kemper's...frustration was coming from. He felt exactly
the same way. Kemper was right, though, Carlo was being a bit of a tease.
	He moved from the press over to the free weights. He wasn't sure
where or when he and Kemper would allow each other mutual ecstasy; he just
knew he would know it when it happened. Just how long he could wait for
that moment, he didn't know. Kemper's protection was most important, so
making love to Kemper may place him in more danger.
	When Carlo had seen that eerie black shadow creep up his bedroom
wall, a dreadful feeling had crept over him, putting a different type of
burden on him. He wouldn't tolerate anything harming him, not after what
Kemper had unchained him from, and because of the emotions he had stirred
in him. That is why he was going to start sleeping in his room. That was
going to be awkward tonight after what had happened today. Carlo would try
to talk to him before they went to sleep tonight.
	His standoff approach wasn't turning out to be very successful. The
urge to have Kemper's skin and lips on him had been too overwhelming to
resist, and because of his weakness, he had been successful in frustrating
himself and angering Kemper. He knew he was playing with his emotions by
one minute being aloof and another consuming his whole being in a
kiss. That's why he had to maintain his distance until he had made a
decision regarding Kemper's safety. Should he go or stay?
	Carlo moved to the open space in front of the immense picture
window to do some yoga and stretch out his muscles. Beginning with the
salutation to the sun, he looked out through the pane and caught sight of
Kemper meandering up the seashore. He was in noticeable deep thought as he
meandered up the sandy shoreline. It took his breath away how exceptionally
spectacular he was. He watched his ebony hair wafting in the gentle
breeze. His tall slim body was extremely masculine with tone muscles in all
the right places. And his confidence is what made him remarkably
captivating. Kemper didn't need anyone to tell him he was gorgeous, in
fact, he didn't care if he was. He did what felt true to him and had his
own sense of style.
      He must be daft to have not taken Kemper the first chance he had.

      * * *
      After Kemper's swim and a bath, he was in his study when his phone
began chiming La Mer Opale. "I'm here!" Liz informed him before he could
even say hello. He buzzed her in after he told her he was in the study.
      "Did you forget I was coming?" she asked coming into the room,
leaning against one of the chairs in front of his desk.
      Kemper scoured his brain, searching for her meaning. "Oh, shit! It's
Saturday. Sorry, darling. It's been crazy around here." To say the least.
      "Hey, I understand. I would have texted to remind you, but I love to
surprise you if I can.  Do you still want your massage?"
      "God yes! That would be fantastic. I need it."
      When Liz started coming weekly to give him a massage, he had bought
his own table so she didn't have to lug hers around. He set it up in the
front garden and put on some music before disrobing and getting comfortable
on his stomach. Kemper had stopped using a towel to cover up long ago
because Liz would sweep it away saying, "Such beautiful things should not
be covered up," before issuing her infectious cachinnation.
      Today he had set out a stress relief massage oil with cardamom and
lemongrass for her to use. He had much on his mind, and stress was one way
of putting it. And even though what had happened that morning with the
daemon attack should be what he was most anxious about, truly it was Carlo
and their fight that he found most upsetting.
      His mind was swirling tumultuously as he lay there, between wanting
to fuck Carlo into next week, and figuring out a way to tell him that he
thought he was in Kemper's coven, it was almost too much. Normally he and
Liz would chat throughout his massage, but today he was reticent. In fact,
he was so caught up internally that he didn't notice that Liz wasn't
talking either until they were done.
      "You're quiet today," he accused her.
      "Back at ya."
      "That's true, but right now I'm asking about you. What's going on?"
      Chewing on the inside of her cheek for a couple of seconds, she
finally asked, "Do you wanna go for a walk?"
      When they were walking barefoot along the shore, the tide rolling
over their feet, she finally dished. "I met someone." Well, that wasn't
new. He stayed quiet waiting for her to continue, because there had to be
more. "I think I'm in love."
      Kemper halted in his tracks, stunned. She turned to look at him,
taking in his shocked expression. "I never thought I'd hear you say those
words!"
      Liz sighed heavily and they kept walking. "I know right. I was just
as stunned as you are."
      "Is that what's freaking you out, that you never thought you'd fall
in love?"
      "Well, I wouldn't say never, but definitely not for another decade or
two. But no, that's not it. It's..." She stalled by kicking at a sand
dollar on the shore. "Well, he's very different than my usual boyfriends."
      "How so?"
      "God, I'm so embarrassed to say this out loud. It's the kind of stuff
you only ever say to yourself in your head, because admitting it out loud
makes me sound like a superficial jerk." She took a few more steps and ran
a hand through her curls before she said, "He's short."
      "Ha! What?!"
      "He's going bald and he's got a big nose."
      "Liz, what?"
      "And I love him. And more than that, I want him! I can't hardly be
around him without fucking his brains out."
      Kemper was full on belly laughing at her now. "Liz, are you serious
with this shit?"
      "Shut up! You don't know how hard this was for me to admit. I said
shut up!" she yelled at him when he stopped walking, bending over at the
waist guffawing. When he didn't stop, she started splashing him, which
incited a splash fight until they were both out of breath from laughing and
soaking wet.
      Finally sitting on the sand, shoulders touching, he told her, "Oh
Liz, you're something else. I think it's fucking fantastic! Fantastic that
you're in love, and fantastic that it's not one of your muscle bound pretty
boys. Utterly fantastic! Tell me how it happened."
      Liz went on to tell him that they had actually met over email, and
then the phone. "Mama was suddenly adamant that she needed to get her
affairs in order, to have a living will and an estate will. She was
inspired by an episode of Grey's Anatomy where a family was fighting over
what to do about someone who didn't have a living will. 'I don't want that
to be you and your brother.' You know how she gets.
      "But there's only one lawyer on Cat, and she hates his mother;
something about line cutting at the market." Liz rolled her chestnut
eyes. "And she won't use the internet or the phone, so that left me to find
a lawyer in Nassau. I sent out four different emails, and wouldn't you
know, only one answered, Nate. We corresponded a bit, and you know me, I
couldn't help but make a few quips here and there about Mama, and instead
of ignoring them like a professional, he made a few 'yo Mama' jokes and had
me rolling. By the time we talked on the phone, I was nervous, butterflies
and everything. I found his voice pretty sexy, and I found myself
flirting...a little." She grinned. "I noticed that he'd call to ask me
things that he could have easily sent an email for, or asking me about
stuff I knew I'd already answered. Our conversations got longer and longer,
and we talked about much more than the will. And when he sent the originals
for Mama to sign, I got scared. Truly petrified that I wouldn't talk to him
again. I even thought of suing someone just I so I could hire him
again. So, when the paperwork came through on email, I claimed that I
didn't get it, then I said I mailed the signed will, when I didn't.
      "And just when I had run out of excuses, Nate offered to pick them up
personally. Then I was petrified for another reason. Kemper, I had never
once thought of what he looked like, not once. But when he said he was
coming, it was all I could think about, but I couldn't ask him, that
would've been way out of line, especially since we hadn't technically been
more than friendly.
      "But it didn't matter. We met up at the Da Smoke Pot, and the moment
I walked through the door, I knew exactly who he was. It was amazing! It
was if we were on the same frequency that only we could recognize. I sat
down at his table and I swear to god, we stared at each other for like five
minutes before either of us spoke. I'm not even sure how it happened, but
we got a room and didn't come out for nearly forty-eight hours. That was a
week ago. He's been here ever since." Her eyes welled with tears. "I love
him so fucking much it hurts."
      Kemper put his arm around her, squeezing her shoulders, laying her
head on his shoulder.  "I'm so happy for you Liz! It's incredible!"
      He'd never seen her like this, crying because she was so happy. "It's
ridiculous, I know."  She had only been crying for a minute when a little
lime green bird with a rosy coral-orange face landed directly next to Liz
and began hopping around chirping.
      "What in the world? You lost little guy?" Kemper had never seen a
lovebird do that before.
      Liz looked over at it like she wasn't surprised at all. "Oh, hey."
She spoke to the bird.  "It's fine, don't worry about me. Thanks for
checking on me, though." The lovebird looked up at her, gave a final chirp,
and took off for the tree line.
      "Again I ask, what in the world was that?!"
      "It's no big deal. Birds are always coming around me. I've told you
this."
      "Um, no ma'am you haven't."
      "Yeah, well now you know. It's my thing. I talk to birds. They're my
pals. Mama calls me a fairy witch, a fae child. Apparently, my grandmother
could talk to bees."
      Kemper's heart started pounding in his chest, his breathing going
tight. "W-witch?"
      "It's not a bad word, Kemper. I didn't expect someone who reads tarot
to be so judgmental." Liz was wiping her cheeks of tears and scowling at
him.
      He scowled right back. "I'm not judging, just surprised. And I
practice a lot more than tarot." He gave her a knowing look.
      Studying him, she noted, "Interesting."
      "That's what I was thinking about you." Seems today was a day for
revelations.  Revelations that brought questions. Liz, a witch? Could it
possibly be her?
      Could Liz be the third?

* * *
      That night when he got to Kemper's room, Carlo softly knocked on the
door, but received no answer. He opened the door and Kemper appeared to be
already be asleep.
	Kemper had all the windows open, including the French doors that
led to the balcony.  The breeze was cool, so he had lit the fireplace. The
room looked beautiful with the fire casting warm shadows and the sheer
curtains billowing in the light wind.
	Carlo tossed his pillow and blanket on the couch. He removed his
robe and laid it over the arm of the sofa. He was wearing black silk boxer
shorts that flattered his nicely rounded behind.
	Pretending to be asleep, Kemper examined Carlo as he disrobed. If
he was striving to keep himself from getting hot and bothered, this was not
the way to go about it. Carlo's firm body was surprisingly more muscular
than Kemper had anticipated the first time they had met and always enjoyed
admiring it when they went swimming, but something about the firelight made
his well-developed manly body more appealing. His broad shoulders, his cut
chest, and his chiseled stomach that lead to a narrow waist glowing with a
golden sheen in the dim light.
	He at last lay down and Kemper was glad that he could no longer
tempt him, afraid that he might fall off the bed he was so drawn to
Carlo. But as he shut his eyes, the image of Carlo's half-naked body had no
intention of leaving his mind's eye. It took him some time to drift asleep,
and it was a listless sleep at that.

* * *
      Carlo opened his eyes and he was gazing at the ceiling. The dark
night still surrounded him, making him wonder what time it was. He turned
his head and there was a figure standing next to him.
	He slowly came to the realization that it was Monique. He started,
banging his head on the arm of the sofa. "Holy shit!" He couldn't believe
what he was seeing. She looked like a ghost; translucent and faintly
glowing, but it was unquestionably her.
	The diaphanous Monique stood over him, looking at Carlo
quizzically. Walking around the couch, she continued staring at him, as if
she were seeking to ascertain the meaning of the situation. Carlo's heart
was thundering in his chest; he was at a loss for some action to take. He
anxiously glanced over at Kemper's bed to see if he were awake. Monique
observed his gaze and turned toward its direction. She saw Kemper and began
walking to him.
	"You leave him alone," Carlo stated authoritatively. Monique looked
at him with surprise. "I mean it, don't you go near him." He stood and
faced her. She gave him an expression that Carlo was not quite positive
what it was. For a split second, he thought it was sadness. She extended a
step towards him, so Carlo bowed up preparing for anything, but she
vanished. In an instant she was gone.

      			* * *
      When Kemper woke the following morning, Carlo still lay sound asleep
on the suede sofa. He retreated from the master suite as quickly and as
quietly as possible. He felt it best to steer clear of him.
	Going to the study after breakfast, he was answering an e-mail from
Chuck, when Carlo rushed through the door in his robe.
      Kemper looked up when he came in. "Chuck has the craziest idea for a
new TV commercial." Before he could tell him about Chuck's scheme, Carlo
stopped him with the expression on his face. "What's the matter?"
      Carlo went around the desk and knelt in front of him. He wrapped his
arms about Kemper's waist.
	Kemper didn't ask any questions, just held him and stroked his
hair. "I'm putting you in danger and I cannot stand that. Maybe I should
leave."
	Kemper thought his heart would leap out of his chest. The sudden
thought of being without Carlo made Kemper's eyes fill with tears. He
didn't want to pressure Carlo, but he had to do what was best for him. And
Kemper didn't want him around if he didn't want to be there.  He had made a
promise to himself long ago that if someone wanted to exit his life, he
would let them; no matter how much it felt like his insides were crushing.
	Fighting the urge to beg and plead with him not to go, he instead
said, "I guess if you want to leave, I'm not going to stop you, but if you
can trust me, then you will believe me when I say everything is going to be
fine. I promise. You are under no obligation to stay, so if you feel you
need to leave, then I won't try to stop you."
	Carlo pulled away from the embrace and looked up at him. Though
Kemper's voice was strong in what he said, Carlo could see the tears in his
eyes. "I don't want to go, I love being with you, but I could never, *ever*
live with myself if anything bad happened to you," Carlo told him.
	"Why are you so upset about this now? Did something happen that I
don't know about?"
	Carlo stood and began pacing. "Monique was here last night."
	"What? She was here, as in my house? That can't be." He was
starting to feel a little freaked out as well.
	"Well, I don't know really. It was strange. I woke up and she was
standing beside me, glaring at me. She was translucent; in some kind of
magical state."
	"What exactly happened? Tell me everything." Kemper was on the edge
of his chair awaiting the details.
      Carlo told him what had transpired. "The bizarre thing was, as if
that's not peculiar enough, I then woke up again, without going to sleep a
second time. So, it was in my dream that this all took place. Perhaps it
didn't happen at all. It could've been a nightmare, but it felt so real I
swear it wasn't."
	"That is weird. She must have some sort of dream travel
capabilities. This worries me a little, too," Kemper confessed to him. Out
of nervous habit, he started to bite on his fingernails, but catching
himself, he balled his hand into a fist and put it under his chin.
	"So you understand why I'm thinking about leaving."
	"I understand, it's just unnecessary. We're stronger when we work
together. Something may happen to me if you leave, but I doubt it if you
stay."
	"Bloody hell! I know that you're right. It's just the only thing I
can think of to do to keep you out of harm's way. Leaving would be a
greater risk than if I stayed at this point, but if matters get worse, I
don't think I will have any other choice than to leave."
	"So, you're staying?"
      "Yes...for now. I don't want anything to harm you." Carlo reached out
and touched his cheek. Kemper wondered at the emotion in his eyes and how
deep it went. "Well, I don't suppose there's anything to be done about it
at this moment, it's over now. Did you eat breakfast?"
	Kemper jumped at the statement, remembering his own dream when
Carlo was revealed.  The words he had spoken, "It's over now."
      He had still been mulling over when he was going to talk to Carlo
about his suspicions that he was probably a part of a coven from a past
life of theirs, something not easily said. Hell, Kemper could barely wrap
his mind around it, how was he supposed to communicate it to someone
else. Twenty-four hours (a very eventful twenty-four hours) was not
sufficient time to sort it all out.
      But time was not a luxury that they had. They needed as much power as
possible, and for that, he would need help with conjuring a protection
spell. The kind of power that lit an ocean up with an ethereal glow, the
power of a coven that spanned a lifetime.
      "I'm afraid that there is not much to be done until we find the
third. Monique is dominant and I think it's going to take all three of us
to bind her." Kemper muttered to himself.
	"Find the third what? What are you talking about?" Carlo asked him.
	"Sorry! I said way too much." Kemper could have kicked himself for
being so careless.  This was going to take some explaining. "Listen, why
don't we go for a walk in the garden, I'll talk and the sun will rejuvenate
you." He waited for Carlo to dress, and then they went out the back door
together.
	They strolled along the stone garden path, under arbors of ivy and
climbing roses as Kemper told him about the dream he had been having for a
lifetime. Also, of the most recent development of Carlo being a piece of
it.
	"Why didn't you tell me of this before? I'm thrilled! A key to an
end to this misery."  Carlo was grinning, and Kemper could see in his
sapphire eyes that nothing was more important to him than being rid of
Monique's influence.
	"I didn't know if it was my place. I wondered if maybe you were
meant to discover it on your own. And I guess I never thought about it as a
solution to your situation until now. I've been focused on this dream as
*my* dilemma for so long, I could only think of your exposure as a member
of this coven in terms as an answer to my problem. I honestly didn't mean
to blurt out everything I said before, but I think the time is right to
tell you. Are you upset with me?" Not being able to resist his touch
standing so close to him, forgetting that he was supposed to be avoiding
intimacy with him, he took Carlo's hand as they walked passed a lilac bush,
plucking a tiny fragrant bloom off with his other hand.
	"No, not at all. I understand why you didn't tell me till now. I'm
so enthused that there may be an end in sight. We were potent together when
we cast that spell, I should have known it.  For a moment, I thought I
could read your mind when we were performing the ritual." Carlo looked at
him shyly, as if he were afraid to admit it if he were mistaken.
	"We did read each other's thoughts, Carlo. I had never experienced
that kind of power before. You have an awesome gift, the greatest part of
it being your ability to love. It astounds me at times."
	Carlo stopped walking, turning to face Kemper. "You said you loved
me."
	Kemper's face became hot and he thought he might die of
mortification. He took a deep breath. Carlo was watching him, waiting for
him to say something.
      What did he have to be embarrassed about? He did love Carlo, he had
no reason to hide it or be self-conscious of it.
	"Yes, I did say that." Kemper fell into his deep blue eyes and
sought to show him his love through his own. He hadn't realized how much he
had wanted to say it aloud. Though his heart was pounding, Kemper was able
to breathe easily around him for the first time in a while.
	"I assumed that I had imagined it." Carlo touched his face
tenderly, and then placed his hand on the back of his neck and the other on
the small of his back. Carlo pulled Kemper to him and kissed him.
      A shiver went down Kemper's spine from the energy of Carlo's hands,
induced by the depth of his kiss. He was so over-whelmed by the pure
radiance and affection coming from Carlo, he couldn't manage to get his
arms around him. Kemper allowed himself to be enveloped by the kiss. It was
slow at first, Carlo's lips melding to his. In only moments their kiss
became hot, impatient mouths, their lips more groping than kissing each
other. Kemper moaned as Carlo's hand on his back extended and cupped his
bottom, gently squeezing it. Kemper was aching and nearly panting for
Carlo.
	Stepping back, Carlo looked into his eyes and he could see the fire
in them. "I should stop," Carlo was apologetic in his tone.
	"Why? We could go upstairs and I promise it will be perfect." What
was he doing, begging? He wouldn't lower himself to doing that. If he
wanted to stop, Kemper shouldn't interfere with his decision, but Kemper
didn't know how Carlo could. Kemper could see the desire in his
eyes. Kemper instinctively looked down at his crotch and could clearly see
the outline of his erection through his thin cotton pants.
      Carlo looked embarrassed and adjusted himself and god help him, if
that didn't turn Kemper on even more.
      Kemper searched his face for answers and Carlo looked as if he were
searching for a reason to give Kemper, not coming up with anything. "Sorry,
let me start over. What I meant to say was, your loss!" Kemper spat the
words at him as his eyes turned to ice. He turned on his heel and stalked
back to the house and left Carlo standing in the garden alone.
	Going in the house, Kemper marched to the other side and charged
out the front door.  Sitting down in the porch swing setting it swinging,
he lit a cigarette and contemplated his predicament. Action had to be taken
he decided. Sitting back and going with flow was getting him nowhere except
frustrated as hell. It was time for him to stir the pot.

* * *
	Though it was still morning, Carlo came in from the garden and
retrieved a beer from the bar fridge. It was the only thing he could think
of that would take the edge off, besides lifting all the weights in the gym
as he had numerous other times. Unsure of where Kemper had gone and wanting
to avoid him because he had made a complete arse out of himself, Carlo took
his beer and his shame up to his room.
	Lying back on the sunny yellow brocade chaise, he took a long swig
off his glistening bottle. Despite the uncomfortable scene in the garden,
Carlo was feeling a little better about some concerns. Firstly, his
decision to stay or return to London had been made, for the moment.  It was
pertinent that he remain there to guard Kemper. He wouldn't leave him alone
when they could be more influential together against Monique.
	And there appeared to be a glimmer of insight on the horizon. Carlo
had a somewhat difficult time comprehending that he may be part of a
witch's coven, but he and Kemper had made an impact with the counter charm
they conjured, so it wasn't completely unbelievable.
      He never thought he stood a chance of loosing himself from Monique's
black magic grasp, *forever*. Momentarily, yes. Forever, he had given up on
that a long time ago. If there were a possibility though, he would stay and
fight. He had always wanted to combat Monique's oppression, but never had
the means or knowledge how to defeat her. Last night's incident had shaken
him up, more than he cared to admit, but he would not be swayed by her
wickedness any longer, not when he had a chance for a real life.
	 He believed the emotion in Kemper's eyes. The anxiousness they had
shown when he had stated that he should leave for London and the love that
was apparent in those bright eyes when Kemper had confirmed how deep his
regard went.
	He cared for Kemper and yes, he even loved him. He knew that now,
though he couldn't manage to utter the words aloud. If he thought for one
second that he could safely shield Kemper from Monique, then he would make
Kemper his. The strenuous act of withdrawing from him every time he got a
hardon was making it difficult for them to spend any quality time together
in any way.
      He wanted to be with Kemper and life was too short to continue to let
his ex rule his decisions.
      He would tell Kemper tonight by asking to sleep in his bed instead of
the sofa. Then, he will do everything he had been craving to do to his body
since he had first been captured by Kemper's striking attractiveness, both
inside and out. He became aroused at the prospect of ravaging Kemper,
knowing it would take all of his self-control to remain gentle with him.
      He set down his green bottle and stretched back with a deep sigh,
feeling much better about life.

* * *
      When Carlo tapped on Kemper's bedroom door that night, he received an
answer. "Come in," he heard Kemper say. He opened the barrier and his jaw
dropped open in absolute astonishment.
	All around the room were glowing pink candles, and the scent of
sandalwood and vanilla was intoxicating. But what his eyes were fastened on
as he staggered through the entrance was Kemper. He was wearing sky blue
boxer briefs, a sensual look, and nothing else. His ink black hair was
brushed back and glossy, and his moist lips were calling out to be drank
from.
	"I certainly hope this is special enough for you," he stated with a
sultry smile across those tempting lips.
	Carlo couldn't respond, he stood stunned by Kemper's exotic
exquisiteness, his mouth still gaping. He came towards him, stopping close
to Carlo, but not touching, he told him, "At this point, I don't think you
have a choice."
	Kemper untied the belt on Carlo's robe, slipping the covering from
his shoulders letting it descend to the floor. Gliding his hands across
Carlo's taut chest, Kemper felt the stimulating effect on his flesh as
horripilation covered his skin.
	He placed his hands on Kemper's broad shoulders, then leaned in and
kissed his neck.  Carlo breathed in his ear, "All I can think of is
you. You consume me all day, all night I think of you. I can't sleep
because you annihilate me. I don't just want you, I need you. Kemper, I
love you."
	Carlo kissed his tantalizing mouth. Kemper pulled away from the
caress. "Now!" Kemper commanded in a deep throaty voice that he never
understood where it came from.
	There was a flash of flame in Carlo's eyes.  He started walking to
the bed, into him. He stopped just before they reached the bed. Carlo
slipped out of his boxer shorts. Kemper's stomach leapt at the good
impression he left standing there naked, he had never seen anyone as large
as him.  Kemper cradled him in his hand, taking a moment to explore his
length. Carlo lowered his lids, uttering a groan.
	He hooked his thumbs in Kemper's waistband and slowly pulled the
boxer briefs down over his sculpted thighs. As he bent in front of him,
Kemper's member sprang out in front of his, Carlo abruptly took him into
his mouth, caressing his shaft with his throat. He quivered from the inside
out and gave out a cry as a result. "God, you are good at that!" But it was
only delaying what Kemper really sought after. Kemper heaved him up by an
arm. "Now!"
	Carlo placed his hands around his tight waist, picked him up, and
threw him on the bed.  Kemper was thrilled by his forcefulness. He climbed
onto the bed between Kemper's legs, lining their erections together,
rubbing them together. Carlo took those tantalizing lips of his and made
love to them.
	The frottage was bringing Kemper closer, but it wasn't exactly what
he wanted. He had been imagining having sex with Carlo for days, though it
felt much longer because he could look at him, think about him while
imagining it, and this was not how he wanted it the first time. "Do you
have a preference?" he puffed already losing his breath from a single,
though thorough kiss.
	Not stopping his rutting, leaving his mouth on Kemper's neck where
Carlo had started to lave his skin, he mumbled against him, "Preference?"
	Kemper chuckled, assuming he was making a joke. "Top? Bottom?
Both?"
	There was a cessation of movement from Carlo; the frottage, his
tongue, even his breath.  "What's the matter?" Kemper began to worry.
	He leaned back, but was unable to make eye contact. Now Kemper was
extremely worried. "I suppose now would be the time to tell you that...I've
never...I've never been with...a man," Carlo told him with trepidation in
his voice.
	Kemper was stunned into silence. Staring at him with wide shocked
eyes, Carlo finally looked at him. "I..." Kemper didn't know what to
say. Not a single thought came to his head except that he couldn't believe
it. So, he said that. "I' don't believe it!"
	Carlo shifted and sat next to him. "I know," he sighed. "I didn't
know how to tell you."
	"I knew you were married to a woman, but I just assumed you were
bi. Is this the reason why you've been hesitant to be intimate?"
	"I've had to work incredibly hard to keep my distance from you. I
did that because I hoped the distance between us would keep you safe from
retaliation. I had never been attracted to a man until I saw you. You
walked into that room and my want for you was so powerful, I never once
thought of questioning it. And since then all I can think about is your
body, your mouth, and all the things I want to do to them. Never being with
a man wasn't an issue until this moment, when I was worried I might do
something wrong. I wanted you so much, it didn't occur to me to mention
it."
	Kemper couldn't help but be incredibly flattered. "It was the same
for me when I saw you. It was instantaneous." He had to stroke his bearded
cheek. "Wait a second...if you were straight...you said you told the people
at the meeting that you were going to ask me out."
	"There were more than a few jaws dropped." He chuckled and Kemper
joined him, easing the tension that had crept in.
	"Whatever happened before, I'm glad you're here with me now. And
that you're certain?" He just had to make sure that this is what Carlo
wanted.
	"It isn't possible for me to be more certain. Now...teach me
everything you know." He ran a hand up Kemper's inner thigh, up to tenderly
brush his sack and then cradle it.
	Moaning, Kemper told him, "So far, you're a natural, I must
say. But I must admit, that instructing you is a positively thrilling
idea."
	"Not just for you."
	"Mmm!" Carlo had moved his hand to begin stroking his shaft, making
it hard for him to focus. "Wh-what do you want to try? Do you think you
have a preference? God, it's hard to concentrate when you're doing that."
	"If it involves you, I want to try everything."
	"How adventurous of you. Well, as much as I want to sink into your
perfect ass, for your first time, I think I should take the brunt of the
discomfort since I'm used to it. And make no mistake, I'm definitely taking
one for the team with a large as you are." Kemper reached over and returned
the favor by fondling his column.
	"Yours would cause plenty of 'discomfort' as well." He gave his
erection a squeeze.  Kemper bucked his hips. "But next time, I really,
*really* want you to fuck me."
	Just him saying it made Kemper begin to leak pre. Brushing Carlo's
hand away, he needed a break from his touch for a moment to focus. "You
won't need to ask me twice."  Kemper went to the nightstand. "It may have
been presumptuous of me at the time, but I got this." He took a folded
sheet of paper and handed to Carlo. "The day we got back to the island, I
went to the doctor. That's my test results. I just wanted you to know that
I'm clean."
      He opened the page, glancing over the text, before looking up with a
smile. Getting up from the giant bed, he went over to where his robe had
dropped to the floor. From the pocket he retrieved an envelope, holding it
up between two fingers. "I went while we were in New Orleans the morning I
said I was running errands." He brought it over to Kemper, handing it to
him. "I'm clean, too."
      Kemper burst out with a cock-eating grin. "Now let's get you nice and
slick."
      Lying on his back, loving everything about Kemper greasing up is
hardon, he asked, "Should we put some on my fingers? I could help stretch
you out a bit."
      "See, you're a natural." When he was ready, Kemper laid down next to
him and Carlo timidly slid his middle finger inside him. Carlo never took
his gaze off Kemper's face wanting so much to bring him pleasure, and
exalting in it when he did. When Kemper rubbed his lips together and his
chest began rising and falling more rapidly, he was swathed in happiness.
      When Carlo had his finger fully inserted, he started to withdraw
again. "Wait. Leave it in.  Try crooking a finger, you'll find...oh shit!
Yes, there!" A galvanic verve zipped straight to his dick. "You found my
magic button," Kemper joked causing them both to laugh, an interesting
sensation with a finger in his ass.
      He didn't have to give Carlo any further instruction, he figured it
out on his own, expertly. He pulled his large, tapered finger in and out,
raking it over his spot sending paroxysms through his body. With a sixth
sense he knew when to add a second finger, filling him up further.  Kemper
had never been so perfectly on the same wavelength with anyone before. The
moment he wanted a third digit, it was there.
      "Carlo, you're amazing! I need to fuck you! I want your cock inside
me!" He flipped over, straddling his waist, Carlo's long fingers slipped
out of him. Lifting his hips up high, he positioned Carlo's copious, rigid
sex at his entrance. "I need you to be as still as possible," he instructed
him. "I'm going to have to take this slow." The size of him filled him up
and elated him, making Kemper vibrate with pleasure. Carlo brushed his hand
over Kemper's erect nipples as he came to rest fully against him. Taking a
moment to relax into the stretch, he told him, "Now you can move." Carlo
moved back and forth inside of him, gradually at first, then more
quickly. Kemper cried out over and over as each wave of gratification
racked his body.
	Carlo came, but didn't stop. And Kemper came, but Carlo didn't
stop. Kemper finally begged him to stop, claiming he couldn't take anymore
when they had both orgasmed a second time.
	Spooning him, Carlo was nuzzling his neck when he fell asleep. He
didn't know how long he had been sleeping when he woke to Kemper stroking
his hand up and down his side and over his hip. It was dark outside, but
the pillar candles continued to warmly illuminate the room.  "Can't sleep?"
he asked Kemper.
	"Don't want to."
	"Well if you're up, I want to be up." He closed the small space
between them, laying his lips on Kemper's, slipping his tongue gingerly in
his inviting mouth.
	After a short moment, before it could become out of control heated,
he leaned back. "Oh, I'm up," Kemper informed him as he rolled into Carlo,
pressing his stiff cock into his hip.
	"Like I said, if you're up, I'm up." Kemper could make out his
smile in the dim light.  "What are you planning to do with that." Carlo's
hand began to move towards his dick, but before he reached it, Kemper
leaned further into his roll, flattening Carlo into the bed.
	His hard length nestled in Carlo's crack, his ass cheeks like the
best pillows created, cradling his hipbones. Thrusting against him, Kemper
ran his hardon along his crack, his pre already leaking and smoothing his
ride. Holding his upper body up by bracing his hands on Carlo's shoulders,
he asked, "Does this feel okay?"
	"It feels fucking amazing," he praised. "Please put it in!"
	"Handsome, you know I appreciate your enthusiasm, but let me warm
you up first."
	"Please put it in!" he begged again. "My pain threshold is higher
than most. Do you think I could have gone through the past ten months if I
hadn't?"
	"You have a point, but I still think..."
	"Dios mio! Go slow if you must, but I can't believe how much I want
it, *need* it!  Please put your cock inside me!" He was breathing hard with
need. He had never wanted anything so much in his life. Being inside Kemper
had been heaven, and he somehow knew that Kemper being inside of him would
be even better.
	"I can't deny that I want that just as much as you." After a pause
that felt like an eternity to Carlo, Kemper at last said, "You have to
swear that if it's too much that you will tell me and we'll stop. Don't try
to power through on my account. Do you swear?"
	"Si! Yes!" Kemper had to grin at him and that the more frustrated
he became, he spoke Italian.
	Letting his tip slide down into position, he began to
press. Carlo's muscles fought him, but he finally managed to pop his tip
in. Carlo puled. "Are you okay?"
	"Sei meravigliosa!"
	Kemper chuckled while trying to keep still. "Is that good?"
	"Si amante. I said, 'You are wonderful!'"
	"You may not think so here in a moment. I'm going to keep going,"
Kemper attempted to prepare him. He lightly lunged, not even inch by inch,
but centimeter by centimeter. Carlo would croosle occasionally and Kemper
would pause to let the stretch catch up to Carlo's tolerance. But in the
end, Kemper was impressed that Carlo took all seven inches of him without
any precursor and never uttered a complaint.
	Kemper stayed still for a while and Carlo finally asked, "What are
you waiting for?"
	Kemper laughed again, causing his member to jiggle inside
Carlo. And Carlo crooned at the movement. That was all the encouragement
that Kemper needed. He strived to take it slow, bobbing in and out of him,
but the more Carlo keened, the more difficult it became to keep a reign on
his control and soon Kemper was pounding into him.
	But the surging wasn't the gratification he was seeking. Kemper
laid down on Carlo's back, touching his skin in every possible way,
threading his arms under his shoulders. He undulated his hips into Carlo as
Kemper kissed the back of his neck with feather light caresses.
	Carlo wanted to say something, but he had not the words to express
the pure jubilation and exhilaration that was coursing through him, deep
down in his marrow, at making love to Kemper this way. He loved Kemper so
much. He had no doubt in his mind that Kemper was a part of him, fitting
into his heart and making it home. He found his words. "I love you."
	"Oh god, Carlo, I love you."
	Carlo felt Kemper come, filling him up. His own cock had been
rubbed into the duvet again and again, and the sensation of Kemper's
embrace against his back, his hips rocking into him, his lips searing his
flesh, and then his seed permeating into him was the perfect concoction to
bless him with the most powerful orgasm of his life.
	Carlo didn't know how long he floated, but when he came down,
Kemper was there, cradling him in his strong arms.
      The couple slept peacefully. No one had any dreams that they
remembered and they woke up in a euphoria of love.