Chapter 11: Leather, Lust And Love Part 2 Of 2
In the den, Stewie lay on his stomach on the daybed and switched off the cordless phone. Soft music played and the blond hummed along. He knew he'd had a lucky escape, they both had. Jaze could have been hurt so much worse. He looked up as his lover came into the room. The serious look on the beloved face had Stewie moving instantly to stand, concern radiating from his turquoise eyes.
"Jaze?" he asked holding out his hands.
The bigger man clasped Stewie's hands tightly and then manoeuvred them so Stewie was sitting as Jaze knelt before the younger man. He gazed into sapphire depths that glowed with love and reflected his mate's worry. Taking a deep breath, Jaze uttered words he never expected to say.
"Marry me."
For a moment it seemed as though time itself had stopped. The two men, one sitting, the other kneeling, seemed frozen as the words hung in the air between them.
Jaze then realised he was lying on the floor, Stewie was straddling his body and the beautiful blond was laughing and crying at the same time. In between butterfly kisses, laughter and small sobs, Jaze could barely discern the words, but when he did, his heart soared.
"Yesjaze, yesjaze, yesjaze,"
"Thank you," Jaze husked as he pulled Stewie to lie on top of him and mated their mouths. Their tongues began a slow, intimate caress. Jaze moved his hands to cup taut, golden globes, squeezing rhythmically as their tongues slid sinuously, entwining to pull first one then the other into mouths to be sucked leisurely. Finally they broke apart to pant shallowly and then Stewie pulled back to gaze in adoration at his fiancé.
"I love you, Jackson Kingston Donovan," he laughed.
"I love you, Stewart Donovan Kingston," Jaze replied. He rolled them to loom over his diminutive lover and looked down, his eyes sparkling with love and mischief. "And that definitely sounds the better combination." He fused their lips, kissing Stewie until they were both completely breathless and then cradled him tightly to his broad chest. He felt Stewie's breath, warm and moist, as the blond nuzzled through dark chest fur to latch on a large, pink-brown nub and suckle appreciatively. Jaze caressed the soft curtain of golden silk that reached past his mate's shoulders. "Will you take my name, baby?" he asked huskily.
Stewie released the peaked flesh he'd been nibbling. He'd known Jaze was serious about the marriage, but thought he was joking about names. He looked up into anxious hazel eyes.
"I'd love to, if you're really sure, Jaze. I don't need it to know we're married."
"I want other people to know. I want people to see just what a beautiful and intelligent man I have as my husband. I'll be so proud to be married to you."
Stewie felt the heat blaze at his cheeks and he buried his face into Jaze's shoulder.
"Not half as proud as I'll be with a husband who's tall, dark, devastatingly handsome as well as intelligent," he murmured.
Jaze hugged the lithe form tightly and then groaned as their doorbell sounded. Reluctantly the men separated and Jaze went to collect what was bound to be their take away order. As he closed the door, the rumbling growl from his stomach persuaded Jaze that they needed to eat. He returned to the den to find Stewie sitting cross-legged, naked and smiling at him from his position at their low table. Two chilled bottles of water, disposable chopsticks and napkins were ready. Jaze grinned. Once they'd eaten their fill, everything could be thrown away. The smile widened as it sank into Jaze's mind that Stewie had agreed to marry him, was *his*. Was prepared to make it public he was Jaze's. He sat at Stewie's side and kissed his mate hungrily, another appetite beginning to build even as he was preparing to assuage the first.
As their meal progressed, they began to trade kisses and caresses, allowing their lust to simmer gently. Stewie leant forward and slowly licked a drop of sauce from Jaze's lips. He then dipped his finger into the carton that held it and dabbed it onto the nipple he'd nibbled earlier, sucking slowly and deliberately, finishing his cleansing with a gentle nip. He allowed his bigger mate to push him back to lie on the cushions. A drop of sauce was dripped onto each breast and then trailed down the smooth, golden skin. A couple of drops in his navel made him giggle and then the trail ended just above his small nest of pubic fur.
Jaze moved to straddle the slender form. He lapped at each breast, laving at the areola before nibbling at each perfect cinnamon nub. His tongue followed the sauce, occasionally licking became sucking and Jaze admired the marks adorning the beautiful body that were a sign of his passion and possession. He diligently tongued the small indent to ensure it was completely clean as Stewie moaned and writhed beneath him. Finally Jaze had removed all evidence of the sauce and placed soft open-mouthed kisses just above soft blond curls. Carefully he tugged at the small treasure trail to soft cries of pleasure. He ignored the column of smooth pinkened flesh that rose as testament to Stewie's arousal. Instead he licked the glistening trail of pre-come that had pooled on the younger man's toned abdomen. He nosed at the curls cradling the base of the erect flesh to savour the scent of jasmine from the bath and Stewie's musk. As he placed slow kisses up the hard flesh, his mate mewled and moaned. Stewie's head rolled from side to side, his tresses fanning out like a golden halo. Jaze growled his appreciation at the sight and sound of his mate lost in sensual bliss. He sucked slowly on the engorged head of Stewie's sex. His tongue teased at the sensitive underside and he gnawed delicately at the glans, holding Stewie's hips down to prevent his lover thrusting too deeply as he thrashed uncontrollably.
