“No, not yet.”
“Show it to her. I’d like to know what she thinks, too.”
“What does Andy think?”
“Andy said, only for you and this genius nonsense would I consent to having my ass waxed. Again.” Loretta and Jonathan cracked up.
“You shared the ass-waxing thing, didn’t you,” Andy said later, because Victor kept snickering. “You seriously can’t expect a person to play a drag queen with a hairy ass.”
“You don’t have a hairy ass,” Victor said, barely keeping it together.
“But I’ll be wearing a thong, Victor.”
“Oh Jesus, stop.”
Andy did not stop. “You of all people should know that fishnets do not provide good coverage. Inappropriate hair situations are instantly public knowledge.” He bit his lip, heroically suppressing a giggle as Victor bent forward, hands pressed to his face, shoulders shaking. “Would you like me to go put some on and remind you of this?”
“God in heaven, yes.”
The first thing Andy and Victor did after taking Loretta to the airport was text their housekeeper Consuelo and give her the rest of the day off. The second thing was to go home, ensure the place was empty, and take off all their clothes. The third thing was to defile some of the rooms they hadn’t defiled for two months. Several hours later, Victor got a hand on the back of the couch and pulled himself out from under Andy. “God almighty. That was epic.”
“Thank you.” Andy wriggled until he was face-up. Victor was sitting more or less upright; Andy’s legs were across his lap. “And thank you. That was epic.”
“Is there anything we have to do for the rest of this week?”
“No.” There might have been, but Andy couldn’t care at the moment.
Victor patted his thigh. Andy smiled up at him. “Maybe dinner with Rory and Dana.”
“Their place?”
“Yeah. Remember she said so, after Milonga?”
“Oh yeah. I was so caught up in the writing gang.” Victor was thinking
about going to the kitchen for a drink. Instead he found himself petting Andy’s legs. “You’ve got quite a tan.”
“You too. We’ve been spending a lot of time outside. I’m trying to remember if I’ve had long pants on during daylight hours, like, at all.” He shifted, enjoying that light touch. If Victor didn’t stop, they were going to be back in business very soon.
Victor didn’t stop. His hand moved to the untanned region, tracing the edges of the tan line, teasing the smooth pale skin. Andy inhaled, made a pleased sound, and parted his legs. Victor found new areas to explore. They were both aroused again. “I knew it would be like this,” Victor said softly.
“It’s always like this. The only thing better than looking at you is kissing you.”
“Get that leg over me.” Victor shifted forward, turning toward him.
Andy lifted a leg and put his foot behind his husband. Then he wrapped his hand around Victor’s wrist and pulled himself up so they were sitting face to face.
A couple more minor adjustments later, Victor was leaning on the back of the couch, Andy was straddling Victor’s lap, and they were kissing. Deep, slow, with his hands in Victor’s hair. Victor had his hands on Andy’s hips, moving in slow figure eights, front to back. Andy broke the kiss for a moment, gazing at his husband’s face, into those hot sleepy eyes. “I love you so much.”
“I love you.”
“Can you believe we still have nine months of this?”
“I bet I’ll feel exactly this same way on the day before we leave for London.”
“What way.” Andy said that with his mouth against Victor’s face, right hand on his neck, letting the Australian ring rasp against that silver chain. His left hand was clutching the back of the couch, because Victor had a hand between them now. Playing with both of them, with his other hand on Andy’s ass. “Jesus, Victor.”
“Exactly this hot for you. Every time like it’s the first time. Can’t believe I’ve got this gorgeous man in my hands.” Victor’s mouth on Andy’s clean-shaven throat now, Andy’s head tipped back. “Loving the taste of you. The scent of you. The way you move, my God, Andy.” They were both moving,
only a little, but they couldn’t help themselves.
Andy was gasping into Victor’s hair now, arm wrapped around his head.
Focused on the hand between them. “Jesus fuck, Victor, get us both and I’ll come, I swear to God, let me feel you. Oh yeah, you sweet thing, you’re close. Tighter. Jesus. Are you going to give it to me, come on, come on baby, yes, fucking hell.”
Victor’s teeth were on Andy’s shoulder and he was breathing hard. He listened to Andy’s breath settle, timed his own to match. Andy shifted, relaxing his arms, bringing his hands back to Victor’s face. Stroking his thumbs over those elegant cheekbones, going in for one more kiss. Victor opened his eyes. “Never. It’s impossible.”
“What’s impossible?” Andy kissed him lightly.
“That there could ever be anyone more perfect than you. I love you.”
“I love you.”
“It’s a good goddamned thing this slipcover is washable.” Victor smiled as Andy slid off to the side, laughing.
“It’s a good thing we have two of them.” Andy managed to get onto his feet. “God. I could use a drink.”
“Me too. Give me a hand up.”
“Since you just gave me a hand up? Sure thing.”
Vicky and Sharon had been reporting back to Rory and Dana with some regularity. Andy and Victor were so busy with Loretta, Jonathan, the photo project, and ‘Milonga’ that Rory and Dana hadn’t actually seen them together since they got home, except at Chrome. “They’re coming over for dinner this week,” Rory told Vicky. “I get the idea everything is cool.”
“Everything is cool,” Vicky confirmed. “I actually kind of apologized to Victor.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I felt like I should. Sharon, too. We were a little hard on him. I mean, we know what it’s like to have one of those moments, when
