I'm always trying new things with Brian, keeping things fresh between us. One Saturday I suggested a picnic at a local park. He said he'd meet me after he met a client for a quick brunch meeting. I went to the park and set up. After Brian was an hour late, I phoned him and he told me that the client insisted on going back to Kinnetik to go over the campaign. It was worth a lot of money to the business, so I couldn't argue. I packed up and went home. He finally got home after dinner. I was probably pretty cool to him that evening, but we didn't argue. I didn't expect an apology from him … he doesn't apologize. But, I could tell that he was sorry that he'd disappointed me with my plans.

The next day, Sunday, I told Brian that I was meeting my Mom and sister for lunch and to do some shopping. I told him that I'd be back in the afternoon. I kissed him goodbye and met my family. My phone rang around four pm. Brian just wanted to know how my day was going and when I'd be back. I told him I'd be home around five. He sounded like he really wanted to see me. He'd never actually say that, of course, but I could tell from the tone of his voice. I figured he'd want to go to Babylon and fuck me in the back room to give a public showing of his desire for me.

I said goodbye to Mom and Molly and returned to the loft. Soft music was playing and lit candles were all over the place. Brian was reclined on the floor pad, reading a magazine. "Hey, Justin." He got up and walked up to me to give me a hug and a kiss. "How's Mother Taylor?"

"Great. She's fine. Bought Molly a bunch of clothes." My eyes scanned the room. "What's all this?"

"Well, yesterday you wanted a picnic, which I had to miss. So, I thought I'd make it up to you with a picnic today."

"Here?" I could see that the Mies van der Rohe coffee table had various food containers on it. A large blanket covered the floor pad. Wine glasses were set out.

"Yeah. I have some food ready, all of which you'll like. Hungry?" He gave me a hopeful look.

"Sure, Brian. Sounds great."

He pulled me over to the floor pad. When I started to uncover the food, he pulled my hand away. "No, not yet."

"OK." I chuckled. "How do we eat, then?"

"I blindfold you and feed you. The courses will be a surprise."

"Mmmm. Kinky. Sounds like fun." I put on the blindfold that we'd used before for various sex play fun. I beamed and said, "Feed me." I opened my mouth.

"That's a pose I've seen you in before."

I laughed.

"Here's the first course." He put something in my mouth.

I rolled it around. My tongue identified it. "Mmm. Shrimp." I chewed. "Great flavor. Garlic?"

"I always knew you had a talented mouth, Sunshine. Yes, it's garlic shrimp."

We both sat and ate a few pieces of shrimp. It was delicious.

"OK. Second course." He said.

I was fed a vegetable. It took me a second or two. "Asparagus?"

"Yes, with Hollandaise sauce."

"Very good." When I spoke, some sauce dribbled onto my chin. Brian licked my chin to assist me, which resulted in some sexy asparagus flavored kisses. After we ate the rest of the asparagus, I asked, "What's next?"

"Main course." I could hear a knife on a plate and then felt something warm at my lips. I opened to taste the most wonderful steak I thought I'd ever had.

"Mmm! Prime rib?"

"Filet mignon. You can take the blindfold off for now."

I did as instructed and we sat and ate two delicious filets. "Where did you get this food?"

"I called Emmett for advice as to what to serve. He insisted on buying everything and bringing it over. I've been keeping the food warm in the oven since around four, when I called."

"I just love Emmett. He's such a romantic." I paused. "You're more of a romantic than you'll ever admit."

We kissed and finished the steaks. The plates were set aside. Brian asked, "Full yet?"

"I saved room for desert." My eyebrows rose with sexual entendre.

"First dessert, then the kind of dessert you're thinking of. Blindfold."

I complied and sat waiting for something sweet. I could hear Brian shuffle around. He was opening a food container, but then he moved to the middle of the floor pad. Was he taking off his clothes? My curiosity was piqued.

"New rule for the rest of the meal… we can only eat off of each other's bodies. No hands." As I opened my eyes, there was Brian, stark naked, save for some sliced peaches (the kind in heavy syrup) in the middle of his stomach. He had a mischievous grin on his face and a can of whipped cream in his hand. As I removed my clothes, he put a squirt of cream on each of his own nipples and another on the peach slices. He had a smile on his face as he said, "I figured we started our relationship with extra cream sessions, so why not continue?"

I stripped and immediately began licking his chest. We exchanged kisses, but most of the time my tongue was exploring his body. I would get a piece of peach into my mouth and then kiss him. I'd squirt whipped cream on his cock and lick it off, while taking my favorite source of 'extra cream' into my mouth. Brian just lay there, enjoying the affections. I loved licking him and tasting him alternately with peaches and cream. It turned into at least a half an hour of licking, tasting and kissing.

Finally, he sat up, his body slick with … everything … and said, "Now, your turn."

I reclined and sprawled my body out, while on my back. I smiled and looked up at my dining partner.

Brian smiled and pushed me to roll over. He placed a couple of peach slices on the small of my back, which were cold and made me flinch a little. "Hold still." He chuckled. A trail of cream was then placed from the back of my neck, all of the way down to the crack of my ass. My lover's talented tongue began its exploratory trail down my back. There were licks and then a piece of peach. He'd chew the peach and then go for another lick.

"This isn't breaking your 'no carbs after seven rule' is it?"

"It's six o'clock, we still have plenty of time." And he certainly took his time. Another half hour passed with the peaches, cream, kiss, lick theme. It was heavenly. His actions were so tender and loving. It was sensual bliss.

As the last of the cream was licked from me, he reclined next to me and asked, "How long have you been living here now?"

"Full time? I've been here over a year."

"You just got your physical last week and you checked out all healthy … negative."

"Yes."

He nodded. "I got tested a few months ago and then again today. I'm negative, too."

"That's great." I was very happy that we were both in good health. I still didn't know where he was going with this conversation, though.

"I know you've only been with me, right?"

"Yes, Brian. Only you."

"Well, since my last HIV test, it's been the same for me."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You mean that you haven't…?"

He shook his head.

"Even out of town…?"

"No. Not that there haven't been offers, but, no."

"I'm surprised, pleasantly so, but … that's great." I stroked his cheek with my hand. "I love you."

He gave me a quick kiss and pulled me in closer. "So, I was thinking that if we're both clean and have been monogamous, that we could, you know..."

"What?" I truly wasn't picking up on what he was saying. I could be anything from toe sucking to marriage at this point for all I knew.

"We can do it raw. Bareback." His eyes met mine. Mine opened widely at the suggestion.

"I've never … I mean … I can't imagine." My heart was beating wildly at the thought of such an intimate connection.

"It's something I thought I'd never do, either. But we could."

"Yes. Oh, yes, I'd love that." We kissed. "Let's shower off and then go to the bed."

We showered while exchanging many passionate kisses. Our desire for each other was evident as our bodies rubbed together. I thought about just doing it in the shower, as I'm sure he did, but I wanted this first real connection to happen in bed. Brian gently ran a washcloth over my back to wash off the last of the peaches and cream and I returned the favor. We dried off silently and moved to the bed. He reached into the drawer of supplies and pulled out the lube. Then he reached for a handful of condoms and ceremoniously threw them to the wastebasket usually used for filled rubbers. I laughed.

"How do want to do this?" He asked.

I rolled onto my back and parted my legs. "Like this."

He nodded and leaned forward to kiss me. I reached for the lube and began to prepare myself. He continued with his own fingers until I was slicked up properly. He prepared his stiff, leaking cock as well. I drew my legs up and he placed a pillow under my ass to give himself the best access.

The immensity of the moment overcame me. I actually felt a tear slide down the side of my face. Here was a man I loved, I trusted, about to climb inside me. I could see the look on his face and knew this was emotional for him, too. He leaned forward onto one arm as the other guided the tip of his dick to my entrance. I lifted my chin as a silent signal to continue.

He slowly pushed himself inside me. He'd pull back a little and then continue further. It was an incredible sensation. Finally, he was firmly seated inside, his balls to my ass. The look on his face was as remarkable as anything I was feeling physically.

He spoke breathlessly, "Oh, my God, Justin. I can feel every part of you."

"And I can feel every inch of you." As he began regular thrusting, my head reeled back. "I can feel the head of your cock as you move. Fuck, this is so good."

He leaned forward and we kissed, exploring each other's mouths and moaning. As the passion increased, though, he went back to being on his knees so that he could get the maximum amount of motion. He pistoned himself into me over and over again. "Damn, this is so good. You're so tight, so hot." As I touched his lower back to pull him into me, my hands felt the sweat of his effort. We were both hot with desire; for each other, for this new amazing experience.

The excitement for both of us built up to a peak. I came, exploding my cum onto my chest. "Oh, shit, Briahhhhhn!"

He came right after me, releasing his hot juices inside me. "Fuck, this is it!" I could feel every pulse of that magnificent cock, the cum shooting into me.

After our breathing had more or less returned to normal, I said, "That was so intense!"

"Un-fucking-believable." He said with a smile. He pulled out and I could feel his juices spill out of me. I got another shudder of excitement just from that. He chuckled at my reaction and dragged his finger over the leaking cum. I reached to him to kiss him and he put his moistened finger in my mouth first, before kissing me. We shared the taste of him in our mouths.

After a quick trip to the washroom we returned to the bed facing each other. We kissed and he stroked my face. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For everything tonight."

"You provided that dinner and the sexy hand feeding."

"I mean this. You and me … raw."

"It was incredible, wasn't it?"

"If it wasn't for you … I never … would know what it was like."

"Maybe."

"No, you don't understand. If I hadn't met you, who I could have as my only guy, I would have just kept tricking around wearing condoms forever."

"I don't know where I'd be if it wasn't for you. I might still be a call boy. I need you and love you so much."

He gave a slight nod, hugged me and whispered in my ear, "I love you, too."

My heart exploded with happiness. Brian Kinney had professed his love to me. The man that could never be monogamous was … with me. I couldn't believe my luck. "Really?"

"Yes, just don't let it get around, OK?"

I smiled at him. "Don't worry." I repeated something I'd said to him the first time we had sex. "I understand discretion, believe me."

"I remember." He knew I'd never told anyone about that first post-surgery connection we'd made.

We kissed for a while longer and held each other.

That was a few years ago. Brian and I have had happy lives, with the usual ups and downs. The man of my dreams is my friend, my monogamous lover, my business partner, life partner and the love of my life. Kinnetik is successful and I'm selling my paintings with occasional trips to New York and Chicago. There's more to our story, but maybe I'll tell you that some other time.

Thanks for reading!

- Justin Taylor