Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Wyl woke to unfamiliar surroundings. He glanced around the room, then remembered. Ireland. He gazed at Rod, snoozing peacefully beside him.
Rod stirred, stretched, and smiled at his husband. “Morning, babe.” His voice was deep and husky, having rested well.
“Morning, cowboy,” Wyl’s own voice croaked. “Did my husband sleep okay?”
“I always sleep okay with you by my side.”
“Me, too.” Wyl inhaled the manly scent he always loved about Rod. “Mmmmm…you even smell good.”
Rod chuckled. “You’re the one who always smells good. Your scent is a real turn-on.”
“Does the doctor have a hard-on?” Wyl leaned in for a kiss. The two joined lips and savored a deep, early morning tongue dance.
“Mmmm-hmm,” Rod hummed. He toyed with Wyl’s little rancher, which stood firmly at attention.
Wyl broke the kiss and gasped, “Oh God, you have the most magical fingers. Everywhere you touch me is on fire.”
Rod stroked Wyl’s stiff shaft and teased his tight ball sack. Wyl’s breathing intensified as the sensations flowed through his body. He reached for Rod’s throbbing cock, making Rod gasp.
“Take my pre-cum and tease my pleasure portal.” Rod kicked off the covers and spread his legs, urging Wyl to finger his hole.
“Little rancher is looking for a warm, slick place to play,” Wyl whispered in Rod’s ear.
“I need you inside me.” Rod gasped. “I’m so hot right now I could explode.”
Wyl positioned himself and swiped pre-cum from Rod’s rigid member. Combined with his own, he slicked up his cock and moved to Rod’s pucker before slowly entering.
“You feel so good. So warm and tight.” Wyl moaned.
Those words caused Rod to gasp, “I’m cumming…”
Wyl’s orgasm built as Rod tightened around him.
Intense waves of pleasure united them in passion.
Rod shot jets of cum on their chests while Wyl filled Rod with his seed, squirting every time Rod’s orgasm spasmed.
As the thrill waned, they collapsed in each other’s arms, spent and happy in the glow of their love.
“Wow,” Rod whispered, “You get better and better.”
“You do that to me, babe,” Wyl said. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too. I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”
They kissed, crawled out of bed, showered, shaved, groomed, and dressed for the day.
“What’s for breakfast?” Wyl asked.
“If we have an Irish breakfast, we’ll have beans, grilled tomato slices, ham, and eggs,” Rod mentioned.
“Uhm…how about we skip the beans, slice but not grill the tomatoes, and scramble the eggs and ham.”
“Sounds perfect to me. You start the toast and coffee, and I’ll fix the ham and eggs.”
The aromas of ham, toast, and coffee filled the air as Rod added the eggs, ham, and sliced tomatoes to the plates. Wyl placed a couple of slices of buttered toast on each plate, and they sat down to a hot meal.
“What’s on tap for today?” Rod lifted a forkful of scrambled eggs to his mouth.
“We need to touch base with Chief Superintendent O’Brien.” He lifted the bite of ham to his mouth and savored the salty flavor.
“Are we meeting this guy, or what?” Rod nibbled on a corner of toast. “I’m still not clear about our involvement with .”
“Remember General Steinburg’s warning. We need to avoid working directly with the Gardaí,” Wyl said. “Honeymooners wouldn’t include contacting law enforcement on their agenda.”
“Good point,” Rod said. “Let’s see what O’Brien suggests.”
Wyl put down his fork, shoved his empty plate forward, and crossed his arms on the table. “Now that we’re in Ireland, I feel more uncertain than ever. Too many unknowns and too many unfamiliar people.”
Rod grasped Wyl’s hand. “Babe, it will be fine. You met lots of new people in the past year, right? People you didn’t know before you met me, you now count as friends.
And you reunited with Stewy and met Matthew, an old friend and a new friend.
Meeting new people comes easily to both of us. So, relax. We’ll be a hit here.”
Wyl sighed and laced their fingers together. “You’re right. I’m supposed to be the strong one—the one with military experience. But babe, you’re my strength to get us through this. Uncertainty doesn’t faze you.” Wyl paused. “Do you know how much I love you?”
Rod chuckled. “Not fazed by uncertainty, huh? Remember the two weeks after our first encounter? Remember Shifty? I am no stranger to the angst of not knowing.”
Wyl squeezed Rod’s hand. “Yes, but you powered through those situations and came out smiling. Watching you handle things makes me stronger.”
Rod smiled. “I think we give each other strength.”
Wyl pulled Rod into a quick kiss. “Thank you. Now let’s clean up breakfast. I want to call O’Brien before lunch and see what awaits.”