Rayan couldn't help but think this was a funny looking elevator, seemingly made of glass, but you couldn't see anything outside it. Then, it started going up, and all of a sudden, when it rose past a wall, there was the beach! It was amazing! And beautiful! And terrifying! They kept going higher and higher, and on instinct alone he clung to Scott's arm for dear life. He didn't know elevators actually moved that fast!
He wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed once they finally stopped moving, but he happily follow Scott out of the elevator. The room was
They’d planned on this voyeuristic activity ahead of time, and Scott had a little "go kit" in his pocket. He was getting a little stiff just thinking about it.By the time they'd reached their destination, the sunset was in full swing. Rayan was captivated. He allowed Scott to lead him to the spot he had in mind, mesmerized by the motion and sound of the waves with their vibrant backdrop. They were surrounded by rock on three sides, the rock facing the water being just low enough to lean against without sacrificing the view.While the rocks, which had been in the sun all day had retained a little bit of heat, the sand that stood in their shadow did not. Rayan suppressed a shiver. Maybe he should have worn his shoes after all..."Is this spot okay with you, Hot Stuff?"Rayan glanced around, apprehensive. Ifsomeone was coming you could see them from a mile away, but for the most part, it se
Heavy. What was so heavy? One of his arms was pinned down. Rayan peeked his eyes open. He didn't recognize his surroundings at first, then it hit him that he was in a hotel. Scott had taken him to the beach. Speaking of... Scott was the heavy thing. He was half sprawled over top of him, his breaths tickling Rayan's ear. Rayan tried very carefully to get his arm back without waking Scott, working it free a little at a time.When they got back last night they continued with some of the experimentation, with much greater success than their poor first attempt at o
The only other store on Scott's "must visit" list was right around the corner. It had a big front window, perfectly showing off a burly employee hand pulling taffy using a metal hook fastened to the wall. Rayan was fascinated. Inside were bins full of different candies, mostly handmade.Behind the counter, another set of employees were working with hard candy.They'd just finished rolling a striped cover on a huge log of the stuff, and started pulling it in to a long rope. Rayan couldn't tell what the design was supposed to be since they kept moving it so
Once they were finally back at the hotel, things were in danger of getting as steamy as their engagement night, when Rayan put a sudden abrupt pause on their tongue wrestling."I almost forgot to give you your birthday present!" He exclaimed, running to his suitcase to dig around. He came back with a slightly smashed gift bag, which had been stapled shut across the top. "It's nothing fancy, but it was my first time trying something like this. I couldn't really afford any merch that would make a good present, so I found a tutorial to make something, and... well
Scott was having a blast. The moaning, the whimpers, the movement, the sound of that adorable little bell! He'd been avoiding touching any of Rayan's privates as part of the foreplay, but his fiance was as erect as he'd be if they'd been doing anything penetrative. He slid a free hand down Rayan's thigh, which graciously opened a little wider in invitation. Scott traced the outline of that perfectly skimpy pair of underwear with his finger.When Scott traced the back side, his fingers came back stringy. Rayan was almost dripping wet. It seems someone else was
Scott smiled fondly at the picture frame on his desk. The shell Rayan found for him was taped to the glass, and inside was a picture of Rayan from the Butterfly Pavilion. It was Scott's favorite photo from their trip. Rayan was practically covered in rainbow lorikeets, a smile on his face, and the sun hit his eyes just right, making them glow a honeyed gold. His birthday gift graced his office couch, and a picture of the two of them on the beach was his new phone background.He knew that trip was a good idea. Just last week he'd put their newfound knowledge of
"Jack's nephew is late again." Michael announced, irritated.Rayan finished putting on his safety gear. "Brent has a name, you know. Besides, he's just a seasonal temp. We need the help."The holiday rush was just gearing up to full swing at the shipping company. The
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!Scott burst into the emergency room, nearly sprinting to the front desk. Still in his pajama pants, he'd thrown on whatever shirt was closest, and his coat, before rushing out of his apartment. He even forgot to put on socks. Considering it was still the middle of the night, the waiting room was empty."May I help you, sir-" the receptionist began."My fiance was just admitted! His name is Rayan Neel..." He was fighting to appear calm. "Please, can you tell me anything?""Just a moment, sir. Could you spell that last name for me?"Scott raked his hands through his hair anxiously as he complied with the receptionist's question. He could have sworn ten whole minutes passed as he waited for information, but it couldn't have been more than a few seconds."Neel... Neel... Rayan Neel... Ah, here he is! Looks like he's still in surgery. If yo
Michael kept his voice low so the guests outside the tent couldn’t hear him over the music. “Okay, the kids just started walking. Are you really sure you don’t need to use these?” Michael held one of Rayan’s forearm crutches to him, which had been a vast improvement to the walker in Rayan’s opinion. Rayan shook his head, picking up his bouquet. “The weather’s been good the past few days, and I made sure to take a little extra pain reliever this morning. I’ve been practicing in secret, and Scott doesn’t know I’m okay for short distances. Besides, I’ve got your shoulder I can lean on.” “Look, I just don’t want you falling on your wedding day. If you go down, you know I’m not strong enough to catch you.” They shared a look, and Michael threw his hands up, admitting defeat. Michael helped Rayan out of the chair he’d been sitting in, and resigned himself to be a living crutch for a little while. R
Scott sighed contentedly in his dream. He was surrounded by mountains of soft, fluffy pillows. Or were they clouds? It was hard to tell. Rayan was in his dream too. He loved dreaming about Rayan.Dream Rayan was being particularly and delightfully naughty. Dream Rayan kept rubbing against his leg, a positively lewd expression on his face. Sometimes he and Dream Rayan had clothes on, sometimes they didn’t. Scott could tell Dream Rayan was trying to say something, but he couldn’t quite make out what it was. Dream Rayan seemed truly desperate, practically humping his thigh.Scott loved dreams like this. He reached out, wanting to touch all the sensitive areas he knew would drive Rayan, and by extension Dream Rayan, absolutely crazy. But he couldn’t move? Dream Rayan started kissing his face, and running his fingers through his chest hair. He wanted to tell Dream Rayan to do whatever he wanted with his body, but he couldn&rsquo
Scott had something extra special booked for them after lunch. It was a special massage and treatment package the resort only offered around the holiday. So, as they had been getting accustomed to, they changed into their underwear and the plush robes provided for them and made their way to the designated room for their appointment.The room already smelled heavenly, with the scent of warm chocolate filling the air. Scott and Rayan were made to sit in special chairs with foot baths attached as the full team of professionals got to work.Fresh rose petals were added to the pleasantly warm water, and while their feet soaked, Scott and Rayan were reclined in their chairs. They each got a manicurist to start on their hands, while a masseuse started their facials. Both treatments started with a scrub said to be made of coffee ground s and cocoa nibs, which was supposed to help exfoliate the skin. In Rayan’s opinion, the gritty feeling tickl
Rayan lazed in the bed with Scott’s head pillowed on his chest. Here lately, there’s been some mornings where they’d wake up like this with their typical cuddling roles reversed. It was nice. Rayan liked getting the chance to play with Scott’s hair, and look down at Scott’s peacefully sleeping face. It gave him a very addictive warm and fuzzy feeling.Scott stirred a little, wrapping himself more securely around his fiance’s torso. “Happy birthday,” he murmured into Rayan’s nightclothes.Rayan continued gently raking his fingers through his fiance’s hair. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he responded quietly.“I love you so much…”“I love you so much too!” Rayan chuckled, amused by Scott’s half-asleep voice.Scott started humming the happy birthday song as he shimmied up to
“This feels like a really long trip just to go to a spa. I really don’t get any more hints than that?”Rayan fiddled with some ankle weights so he could keep up with a modified version of his seated exercise regimen. He and Scott had packed up last night, four days’ worth, and left the city early this morning. Rayan knew this was his much hinted at birthday trip considering Valentine’s Day, also his birthday, was the day after tomorrow. Frustratingly, “going to the spa” was the only hint Scott had given him for over a week. And they’d already been in the car for almost two hours now.“We are going to a spa,” Scott said good naturedly. “We’re just not going to one in the city. Don’t worry, we’re maybe half an hour out right now.”Outside the car window the scenery sped by, and there was still a touch of snow left on the ground under
Michael ended up cheekily turning down Edwardo’s proposal that day. Not completely, he just insisted on getting something a little more public and romantic. The next few weeks went by in a flash. In the wake of the historical verdict, omegas all over the country were suing their workplaces for discrimination and harassment. Reporters were swarming for interviews now more than ever, going so far as to stakeout Rayan’s physical therapy clinic, Scott’s parent’s bakery, and even Edwardo’s home. Irritating was an understatement, and while the public’s opinion was mixed most media was at least putting the events that happened in a positive light. Michael, for his part, had completely devoted himself to the city’s PR campaign after quitting Howard’s bakery with an apology. With Edwardo’s help he was finally able to start some psychotherapy, even if he wasn’t sure it was helping yet. He and Edwardo had finally finished getting the rest of Michae
“Michael, you don’t have to force yourself.”Edwardo said it out of concern. Michael had barely gotten the tip in, and it was clear how uncomfortable he was. The fact that he’d lost his own erection was a dead giveaway.“I’m not giving up,” Michael grit his teeth, sliding down a little further. “You’re just bigger… than the toys I’m used to…”Edwardo wracked his brain trying to think of a way to help. It’s not like he could magically make himself smaller, but his Dulcito was obviously not enjoying himself anymore. Edwardo slid one of his hands up, letting his thumb slip under Michael’s bikini top to find the nipple hiding there. The surprised gasp was encouragement enough to continue with the teasing, so he slid his other hand up to make sure he was providing a proper distraction.Michael had both hands braced
And that little conversation is how Michael found himself alone in Edwardo’s expansive walk-in closet. He’d lamented that he had nothing here to wear to make their first time special, but apparently Edwardo had a dirty little secret that offered the perfect solution. So, while Edwardo was busy filling one of Essie’s chew toys with peanut butter, Michael got to have his own lingerie themed Christmas.Now, Edwardo’s closet was bigger than Michael’s bedroom at home, and Edwardo himself used very little of it. Michael couldn’t help feeling a little envious his first time seeing it, with all its racks and drawers and cubbies, and especially it’s makeup vanity and floor length mirror. Michael could move in everything he had, and there’d still be at least half the place empty. But today, Michael found out that the closet’s cabinetry wasn’t as empty as expected.Edwardo probably had twenty
Guilty… Guilty… Guilty on all charges. The jury’s verdict seemed to hang in the air. The judge banged his gavel, quieting the whispers of the spectators.“In the case of Rayan Neel vs. the shipping company, the defendant is hereby found guilty of all charges, and is hereby required to pay all medical and rehabilitation costs, plus pain and suffering.”The judge’s decree rang out clearly, followed by a very final sounding bang of the gavel. The bailiff gave the order for everyone to stand, and the judge left the courtroom. It was over. The big important trial was over. Some might have expected a cheer, but it was more a collective sigh of relief. An omega had sued a large company for discrimination, and won. Rayan won.The room emptied in relative quiet, the few that had been allowed to spectate barely whispering amongst themselves as they left. Soon enough, it was only Scott, Rayan,