As soon as Jack got back home, he began to research what he would need to travel to Ecuador. What was required for marriage. Could men even get married there? Where would they live? Would Jorge want to leave his home country? Jack knew one thing for sure. He would go anywhere to be with the love of his life. If Jorge wanted to stay in Ecuador than that is where they would be. Wait, what type of visa would he need to stay and live in Ecuador? So much to do.
Four long months later, the plans were in place. They would get married in Ecuador and live there until Jorge finished school. They would figure it out after that. Jack turned in his resignation letter to a very disappointed Mr. Stewart.
Jack sat at the airport sending another text. He was so nervous. While he and Jorge had texted, talked and face-timed every day, he had not heard back from Jorge for two days. They had never missed communicating even half a day over the last four months. ‘Did he break or lose his phone? Was he injured or sick?’ The thoughts and possibilities filled his mind, but the worst, the one he would force from his thoughts, the one that gave him chills and a painful twist in his gut, was the memory of Jorge telling him how people would just disappear. That it was not that uncommon in Ecuador, it even happened to his boyfriend, Jose.
Jack stepped off the big plane into the crowded airport in Keto, the capital. He pulled his bag looking everywhere in the busy crowd for Jorge, who had planned to meet him there. After an exhaustive search he hailed a taxi and headed to Jorge’s house. The cab pulled up in front of a huge, gated mansion. When Jack got out, the driver gave him a weird look and sped off.
Jack walked up to the gate and pressed the intercom. “Yes?”
“I’m Jack Riley here to see Jorge Cordova.”
The big gate swung open. He walked up the long drive and was about to knock, when the heavy door swung open. “Master Riley, follow me.” The butler said and walked off through the mansion.
“That will be all.” The tall, well-dressed grey-haired man said to the butler who had escorted Jack in.
“You are here to see my son?”
“Yes, Mr. Cordova. I am Jack Ri…”
“My son is not here. He left days ago. Said he was going to Brazil. I do not expect him back. You should go back to the US and forget about him.” The man said condescendingly.
“I will not forget about him. We are to be married. I demand to know where is he?” Jack shouted with tears in his eyes.
“There will be no such thing. You will leave now, or I will call the police. If you know what is good for you, you will leave Ecuador immediately.” He growled harshly. “Escort him out at once!” He barked at the two big security guards that appeared out of nowhere.
The metal gate clanged noisily behind him as he was thrown harshly to the ground, his suitcase just missing his head. He jumped up and ran to the gates. Grabbing the bars and yelling obscenities at the departing guards.
“Jack! Get over here.” He heard from the bushes behind the large stone pillars flanking the gate.
Jack walked over. “I’m Jorge’s sister.”
“Ava?”
“Yes. Now follow me before you get yourself killed.”
Ava led them to a small house. “You will be safe here for now.” She whispered.
“What is going on? Do you know where Jorge is?” Jack implored fearfully, fighting back tears.
“He disappeared a couple of days ago. I think my dad is behind it. He and Jorge had a big fight. I think my dad found out about you and your marriage plans. Next thing I know, my brother is gone.
Jorge told me how much he loved you and that you are going to get married and live together here in Ecuador. If I know my dad, he was never going to let that happen. I think he was behind Jose’s disappearance.”
“That was two years ago!” Jack cried. “Oh my god Ava. Where is Jorge? We have to find him.” Jack begged.
“Jack, this is not a good time to be here. The cartels are trying to increase their influence here in the capital. It is not safe to be here. My dad is in deep with them. I am surprised you made it out of the house alive. I am sure they will now be looking for you. Dad does not like lose ends. He has eyes and ears everywhere, which is how he knew about Jorge and Jose.”
“Is there anyone you know that can help get you safe? You must understand how serious this is. If they find out I helped you, they will kill me too.”
“No, how would I know someone who could help us in Ecuador? All I want to do is find Jorge. Oh, my god, would your dad kill his own son?” Jack asked in horror at the unthinkable thought.
“I don’t know.” Ana sighed. “But I know you have to get out of here. Do you think you can help him if you are dead?” Ana said sharply with a steely eyed glare. “Think! You must know someone, who knows someone.”
Jack’s eyes lit up. “I just thought of someone who may be able to help, Ana. I will tell you this” as he pulled out his phone, “No way am I leaving here without Jorge.” His deep baritone voice lower as he growled out the words, punctuating his resolve.
“Mr. Stewart said to go to the American embassy. He said they would take us both in, but we need to go now. Things around the city are very fluid. He said to let him know if anything changes.” Jack said breathing hard as he and Ava ducked down a narrow ally.
They made it across town, frequently hearing the sounds of not-to-distant machine gun fire along the way. Jack told the guard at the embassy gate their names and he immediately hustled them in.
“We have been waiting for you. Your Mr. Stewart has a lot of friends in high places.” Said the US ambassador. “Mr. Riley, your security clearance from your previous job has been restored and enhanced. This secure computer is at your disposal. Make yourselves comfortable, Jean is on her way with drinks and snacks, if you are hungry. Let her know if you need anything else.”
Jack opened the government computer and began to look at Mr. Cordova’s electronic footprint. “Where would your dad have had him taken, assuming he is alive.” Jack’s voice trailing off on the last four words, a tear rolling down his face.
“He’s a powerful man with a lot of resources. They could be holding Jorge anywhere.”
“Damn it, Ava! THINK! Sorry, but we do not have much time. You must have heard him talk about someplace, maybe somewhere he goes often or the names of some of his closest advisers or even old friends. It would have to be someone he trusts to do this kind of thing. His own son for Christ’s sake!” Jack yelled and slammed his fist on the table.
Jack worked all night on the information Ava had given him. He continued to pass the intel along to the liaison he had been given to work with. He narrowed it down to what he thought were the top three places where Jorge may be held, one being a small, isolated prison on the far side of the city.
“FUCK!” He yelled. “I just don’t know. There is not enough information to be sure where Jorge may be. At least we have something, which we would not have, without your help Ava. Thank you. Sorry I have been so difficult.”
“I can see it. The way Jorge talked about you and seeing you now, it is obvious how much you guys love each other. It’s a beautiful thing to see.” Ava said softly, giving Jack a well-needed hug.
The hours continued to drag by as Jack furiously searched Mr. Cordova’s emails, texts and listened in on phone calls, Ava helping him with the translation as needed. Finally, Jack exclaimed. “I think it is the South Grove prison. It has to be. The odd way your dad has mentioned it or alluded to it these last few days. In one conversation he even got angry when discussing one certain section of it and how it needed to be kept isolated. I have to go there.” He said as he stuffed the laptop into his backpack.
“JACK! There is no way you are going there now.” Ava practically yelled at the shocked yank. “There is practically a war going on out there and I told you my father has his police looking for you. It would be so easy for you to be ‘accidentally’ shot in a cartel gun battle.”
“I can’t just sit here doing nothing to help him. I ha….”
“Jack, you have to see this.” Ava showed him the breaking news on her phone. The harried reporter speaking loudly into the camera.
“Moments ago, two Apache helicopters landed at the South Grove prison, amid heavy gunfire and explosions. You can see part of the building’s roof has collapsed and flames can be seen shooting out of the windows. This reporter has seen many wounded taken away in ambulances as well as numerous bodies that have been pulled from the damaged prison…”
“Jorge. Oh Jorge. Please God let Jorge be ok.” Jack whispered, his hand covering his mouth while choking back sobs.
The US ambassador rushed into the room. “The team will be landing here in the compound in just a few minutes. Come, I will take you to the helipad.”
“Is Jorge, OK?” Jack pleaded loudly as they walked swiftly down the corridor.
“All they said is they were bringing in four wounded and needed medical transport to a safe hospital.”
They rushed down to the large open area as the choppers descended.
“This is Liz.” The ambassador yelled over the din of the slowing rotor blades. “She has been talking to the choppers as they were in-bound.” As they watched two stretchers quickly off-loaded from each chopper and loaded in waiting ambulances.
“Liz, do you know if…” Jack started.
“Look, they are debarking, the first two are special ops.” Liz began. “Oh, look, that is Jose Herrera, Jorge’s boyfriend and there’s Jorge coming out of the other chopper.” She called out, as if doing a play by play.
Jack’s heart sank as he watched Jorge run over and grab Jose in a tight embrace. Jack was frozen in place, his face white as a ghost, his gut twisted in a painful knot, his heart crushed as he watched the love of his life embrace the boyfriend, he thought he had lost two years ago. He turned away slowly, not wanting to watch any more, when he saw the flash of metal in a dark corner, not ten feet away.
Jack saw the staff member raise the AK-47, pointed at Jorge. He ran then leaped into the air, tackling the man to the ground, just as the gun began to rapidly fire. Jorge and the group around him dropped to the ground, bullets whizzing by.
Security was on the staff member in an instant, neutralizing the threat. Jack jumped to his feet and ran toward the copter screaming Jorge’s name, terrified he had been hit.
Jorge heard his name and turned to see Jack, his beautiful Jack, running toward him. He got to his feet just in time to grab his fiancé in a harsh, crushing, passionate embrace. Both boys’ legs gave out and they dropped to their knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
Finally getting their composure back, Jorge said excitedly. “Jack it is so good to see you. I have missed you more than you could know. Did you see Jose? He’s alive.” Jorge said happily.
“I saw that. I am happy for him.” Jack said slowly. “Does that mean, you and, him, um…are..”
“What? No! You are who I am marrying. You are the love of my life. Jose, come here and meet my fiancé. This is Jack.” Jorge beamed.
“Nice to meet you, Jack. This is my boyfriend Mateo. He was wrongfully imprisoned too. Your friends got us out. Thank you so much. It was nice to meet you Jack and so great to see you again Jorge, but they said we need to leave right away.” As he grabbed Jorge and pulled him into a deep kiss. He then took Mateo’s hand and ran to the waiting car.
“My friends? What did…. Scott! What, how, when, what are you doing here?” Jack blurted out. “Wait, you’re bleeding!”
“It’s just a scratch, though it would not be if you hadn’t tackled that gunman. You saved my life and Jorge’s and most likely everyone else on the mission. The shooter was most likely part of the cartel’s sleeper cells. They have been activated all over the city. We have had our eye on Mr. Cordova for a while, though never hearing Jorge’s last name, we never made the connection. The Ecuadorians knew they had a mole in their midst and asked us for help.
“Scott the jet is waiting for you. They will stich you up on the flight back.” Said the ambassador. “You two as well. You must go now.”
“Wait, what about Ava?” Jorge asked quickly. “She can’t stay here, she…”
“No Jorge. I am not leaving Ecuador. My life is here, my boyfriend Diego is here.” She finished with a shy smile. “You must go. You have no choice now, with a bounty on your head. We’ll talk when you get to a safe place.”
“Boyfriend? Since when? Who is…” Jorge started to say, ignoring her warning to him.
“Guys, say your goodbyes. We gotta go.”
The Gulfstream IV climbed steeply into the night sky, quickly reaching its cruising altitude. On board were 20 passengers, consisting of the special ops crew, some high value informants found at the prison, along with Jorge and Jack.
“So that was quite the goodbye kiss from Jose.” Jack said with a little concern.
“Babe, it was most likely the last time I will ever see him. I was saying goodbye to an old friend. With both our current boyfriends standing right next to us, I might add.” Jorge said with a smile. “Two years ago, I would have told you that I loved him, not knowing that I was wrong. Till I met you, I did not know what love was. Now I know.” He leaned in and gave Jack a warm, long kiss, then rested his head on Jack’s broad shoulder as the tired boys dozed off.
The sleek jet was 90 minutes into the flight when suddenly there was a loud explosion, jarring both boys wide awake. Their eyes bulged wide in fear as they looked around the smoke-filled jet. Jack locked eyes with Scott, a few rows up on the other side of the fuselage. He could see Scott’s white knuckled hands gripping the occupied seat next to him with all his might. It was then that he realized Scott’s seat was at an odd angle. ‘No, no, this can’t be happening’ Jack’s mind screamed in his head.
Jack and Jorge watched in horror as the window next to Scott, the frame and wall around it began to peel away in large chunks, getting sucked out the growing hole. The sound of the wind, the roaring engines and tearing metal was deafening. Gasping for breath, the two grabbed the oxygen masks flailing in front of them and placed them over their mouths, holding each other’s hands in a death grip.
They looked again toward Scott, just as he looked back at them, his terrified eyes as big as saucers. Then a loud ‘WHOOSH’. Scott and two rows of occupied seats were sucked out of the plunging, burning, jet. The flames were billowing around the inside of the doomed plane like a tornado. Debris was flying everywhere, hitting the terrified boys in the face and eyes. The noise was beyond comprehension. The overhead bins were melting and dripping down onto their laps, across the aisle a huge section of bins let loose and fell on top of the screaming passengers.
Jack looked into Jorge’s eyes and screamed above the din. “JORGE, I LOVE YOU.” Jorge leaned in closer, his eyes flowing tears, yet showing he didn’t hear.
Jack tearfully screamed again, his mask touching the mask on Jorge’s face while gripping both his lovers’ hands in his own. “I LOVE YOU. JORGE, I LOVE YOU. I LOV…”
“Jack, Jack! Wake up. You are dreaming.” Jorge said emphatically, shaking his thrashing, loud seatmate.
Jack sat up with a start, his face dripping with sweat, his shirt soaked. He looked beside him at a worried, smiling, blushing Jorge. “You all right babe? I think yo…mmmfff.” Jack grabbed his fiancé’s head and covered his mouth with an urgent kiss.
“Must have been quite the dream. You were getting pretty loud yelling ‘Jorge, I love you.’” Jorge said sheepishly.
Jack looked around and all the guys were smiling at him, some giving him a wink, Scott with an ear-to-ear grin giving him a two-thumbs-up.
Scott dropped the guys off at Jack’s house and thanked him again for saving his life, patting the gauze on his broad left pec, covering the dozen stitches.
“Babe, it is so good to be home. I’m going to get a shower; I really need it.” Said Jorge as he walked in the house.
“That sounds like a great idea, said Jack with a wicked grin as he pulled off his shirt following his fiancé into the master suite. “Cause I really need it too.” He said with a growl, chasing his giggling lover into the large glass shower.
Jack looked at the water flowing down the rippling tan skin as he soaped up Jorge’s wide muscular shoulders and broad chest. His hands sliding down the tapered waist, till they rested on the broader hips. He slid the soap down as his hand slipped into the crevice separating the two round globes, drawing a moan from his man.
He continued to wash the area, while, with his other hand he pulled Jorge’s lips to his. “I have waited four months to get my hands on your gorgeous body, you hot fuck.” His lips traveled south and latched onto the hard nub near the bottom of Jorge’s pec, while his hands soaped their hard cock and balls, hearing the moans above grow louder.
Next, he dropped to his knees and began to wash the muscular thighs, calves and feet, while he mouthed the hard cock and lapped at the low hanging balls.
“Uuuuunnnnngggghhh. How I have missed your lips and tongue and hands and ooohhhhhhaaaa.” Jorge felt the tones reverberating in his chest as he pushed his hips forward, pushing more of his young cock into the mouth surrounding it, giving him so much pleasure.
Jack stood and locked his lips to his lovers and the two muscled young studs held each other in a tight embrace under the steaming spray. He then turned and placed his hands on the glass shower wall and jutted out his un-tanned white ass, pushing it back till feeling Jorge’s engorged tip slide into his crack.
“I told you I needed it. I’ve been waiting four months for it. Fuck me, Jorge. Please fuck me. Don’t make me wait any longer.” Jack implored with desire.
Jorge pushed forward and felt his cock breech his lover’s tight muscle. He reached his arms around and grasped the firm pecs, his lips and teeth working his fiancé’s muscular neck, as he bottomed out. He pulled his hips back and repeated the process.
“Oh, fuck yeah, Jorge. Drive that beautiful cock into me and pump me full of your DNA. Fucking knock me up before the wedding.” Jack groaned.
Jorge smiled and thrust in hard, knocking Jack forward. He pulled back and hit the firm ass again, making it ripple up against his firm abs. “Gotta get my baby makers in deep, if I’m gonna knock you up, baby.” Jorge growled, slamming in harder.
His lovers aggressive fuck had the hot jock on edge in no time. He felt his cock pulse and his cum shoot out, splattering against the glass wall in front of him, covering the panel in hot man cum. “AAAAAHHHHHH FUCK JORGE.”
Jorge felt Jack cum, and he slammed in hard, delivering a copious load of seed, deep into his lovers fertile channel. “FUCK YEAH BABY. I’M CUMMING!! TAKE MY LOAD!!” The Ecuadorian screamed.
The two virile young studs stood sensuously toweling each other off, staring deeply into each other’s eyes, their young, needy cocks still engorged. Jack dropped the towel and landed on it with his knees. He looked up at Jorge, opened his mouth, stretching his red lips as he licked and sucked his way down the hard shaft.
Jack gripped the back of his fiancé’s muscular, hairy thighs, bobbing his head up and down the hard shaft, driving it into his eager throat. Jorge tilted his head back, enjoying the mouth pleasuring him. He reached down lacing his fingers in the brown wavy hair, pulling Jack’s head to his body while his firm hips bucked forward.
Jorge felt the need rise higher as his grip on the wavy hair tightened and he increased the force of the rapidly escalating face-fuck. Jack felt the cock driving into his throat as he timed his breathing around the thrusts of the invading pleasure tool. He felt it suddenly grow in girth, the large vein spasm as his mouth was flooded with his mate’s fertile seed.
He stood, a long white string dripping off his square chin and he placed his full mouth over Jorge’s and thrust his gooey tongue inside. He walked Jorge backwards till the back of his lovers’ legs contacted the bed. He pushed him down and slid on top, connecting their hungry mouths again.
Jack slid his hard shaft across Jorge’s pulsing pussy, drawing a moaning shudder from the prone male. “Fuck me, Jack. Make love to me.” The jacked stud immediately obliged, clinching the muscles in his firm glutes, pushing his cock forward till it pressed tightly against the stretching muscle.
The fuck was slow and deliberate. A melding of two bodies into one, pleasuring in the art of sensuous love making. Jorge could feel Jack’s hot breath in his ear as he felt the muscular body on top of him undulating in a steady rhythm. Their glistening chests pressed together as their hands roamed, gripping and caressing, maximizing contact.
Three times Jack felt the impending release rise and he slowed, then stopped his forward thrusts, moving his lips back over the gasping lips below him. When the crest passed, he picked up the action again. Over and over, till he could hold off no longer and erupted inside, filling his man with a massive load of his prized swimmers.
“That was so fucking fantastic,” Jorge gasped, as the two young jocks came down from their marathon love making. Every time I think I couldn’t possibly love you more, I do.”
Jack looked down at the face he loved, and a tear dropped from his eye, directly into the teary eye of the loving stud under him, giving Jorge the most authentic response possible.
After resting the next day, Jack and Jorge pulled up in front of the big mansion and rang the bell.
“Welcome back boys. First things first, thank you again Jack for saving Scott’s life. He gave me a full briefing, along with others, on how you handled yourself in Ecuador. How with your research and cyber skills you were able to predict which place Mr. Cordova was using for his enemies.” Causing Jorge to flinch. “Sorry, son. Forgive my poor choice of words.”
“No worries. You were just being accurate.” Jorge said sadly.
“His criminal enterprise has been destroyed, and he will be in prison for a very long time. With the intel we got from you as well as some assets that were in the prison, we have been able to help the Ecuador government eliminate some significant cartel threats. Best that we know, your mom fled the country. There is some evidence to suggest that she may have been the ringleader, and not your father, but it is not conclusive.
“Now, you asked for this meeting, what is on your mind.”
“Well sir, I was wondering if I could get my old job back.”
“No, that is not possible.”
“What? I was only gone,,,” Stopping short, seeing Mr. Stewart’s raised hand.
“With the skills you have shown, I am offering you the VP position, over the entire division. Don’t for a second think that this is a gift for saving my son’s life. You earned this with your proven tactical execution in Ecuador. What do you say?”
Jack looked over at Jorge with a huge, proud smile on his face. “Thank you, sir. It sounds unbelievable. I will work hard not to let you down.”
“What about you, young man? I hear you are studying to be a lawyer.”
“Yes sir. That is on the back burner now, I am hoping to get a service job for now, you know, after the wedding next weekend.”
“I have an opening in my legal department for a paid intern. It comes with a full-ride scholarship if the intern is working toward a law degree. It’s yours, if you want it.” Jorge jumped to his feet and gave a tight hug to the surprised executive.
“I can’t believe the wedding is in three days. I cannot wait till you are officially my husband.”
“And you mine.” Jack smiled, then turned, hearing a knock at the door.
“Hey Scott, Matt. What brings you guys here.” Jack said with a smile, giving the two Adonis’s hugs. We just stopped by to drop someone off.
“Ava!” Jorge squealed. “And Diego.” Lifting his sister off the ground in a big hug.
“Dad said no brother should get married without his sister present. So here we are.” Scott said chuckling.
The two young studs prepared for bed and reflected on the last few fun-packed days, while looking forward to their last night together as an unmarried couple. “It has been so lit getting to know your sister better, you know, other than our crazy time in Ecuador. Diego strikes me as a real stand-up guy. They really seem to love each other.”
“Her telling the story of how you worked day and night to find out where I was being held in Ecuador. Even risking your life. You are my true-life hero. Then after a few drinks you finally told me what you were dreaming about, nightmare actually, on the flight back, when you were yelling, I love you Jorge. No wonder you were so freaked out.” Jorge said with feeling.
“It was awesome seeing your parents again today too, my in-laws tomorrow,” he smiled. “And your sister Diane… Oh no. It just hit me. We are both going to have TWO sisters now.” Jorge said laughing and rolling his eyes, along with Jack. “I think Ava is now best friends with your sister, Logan’s girl as well as Royce’s fiancé and Joey’s wife. They all really hit it off. Could be trouble down the road.” The two nodded to each other and laughed again.
“Everyone seemed to support our plan of taking our honeymoon next year, when they asked about it. It’s just too expensive right now and it will give us time to save up. Moving in together a few days ago, still feels like a honeymoon to me.” Jack grinned.
“I think I am finally starting to recover from that insane bachelor party the guys threw us a few days ago. How again did you choose me when you are surrounded by all these hot studs you call ‘friends’? Though, damn those guys can drink. I was doing fine with the beer, but the endless rounds of shots knocked me on my ass.”
“I ‘choose’ you cause you make them look like ogres. Plus, I love knocking shots in your fine ass.”
“It has all been awesome, but it’s nothing compared to tomorrow. I can’t wait to say, ‘I do.’”
“Same here you gorgeous stud.” As Jack reached down and grasped his lover’s hard cock, guiding it toward his entrance. Jorge pushed his young hips forward and felt the familiar feeling he could never get enough of. His hard cock pushing through Jacks tight, hot pussy.
“Fill me with that cock, Jorge. Fuck me with that cock.” Jack moaned.
The wedding went off without a hitch, amazing given it was all put together in a little more than a week. It was held on the manicured grounds of Mr. Stewart’s mansion. He took care of everything, with considerable input from Jack’s mom as well as Scott and Matt.
The short ceremony took place under sunny skies with a gentle breeze. The two happy young grooms wearing matching white tuxedos with long tails, and flanked by attendants Logan, Royce, Ava and Diane. After the ‘I do’s’ and the ‘you may kiss the groom’ the guests moved to the large white tent for dinner, drinks and dancing to the talented band.
Jack and Jorge walked across the dance floor after the groom/groom dance to where Mr. Stewart, Scott and Matt were talking. “Mr. Stewart, Jorge and I would like to thank you so very much for all you have done. Hosting the wedding at your beautiful home, the decorations, the tent, food, drinks, that awesome band, it is just so much. I know you said that this was the gift for saving Scott, but you didn’t have to, and we deeply appreciate it.”
“You two are good kids and you deserve it. I enjoyed doing it, it made me relive how happy I was when Scott and Matt told me they were getting married, he said with a smirk. Scott and Matt looked at each other in shock and then burst out in gut gripping laughter.
Once they regained their composure, Scott put his arm around his dad’s shoulders, still chuckling. “Dad, you really have amazed me on how much you have changed. Seeing what you did for these guys makes me even more proud of you. I love you dad.”
Logan walked up to the group, with Royce in tow. “Jack and Jorge, I have been selected to bring this to you, even though it is not from me.”
Jack and Jorge looked at each other in confusion as they took the envelope. They opened it and pulled out the contents. “WHAT!?” Jack and Jorge shrieked together, drawing the attention of the small crowd. “How? When? This is too much. This is insane. Holy shit! Mr. Stewart….” Jack hugged him with joy and Jorge quickly joined in. “How did you know?”
“I wanted to do more than just the wedding but could not think of anything. You saved my son’s life after all. Then I heard that you couldn’t afford a honeymoon right away and I knew that was it. I asked Scott to find out where you guys may want to go. He asked Logan and Logan told him that he had heard you guys talking about your top choice – New Zealand. That ticket is for nine nights, and all expenses paid, at the finest resort in the country. You leave next week.”
The boys listened to the hum of the four engines on the Quantas Airline 747 as they cruised south. “I never realized how incomplete the English language is.” Jack sighed
“How so?”
“When I think of you, what you mean to me, there is no word to accurately describe it. When I think about how happy you make me, how much I love you, there is no word or superlative that can encompass it. The available words fall short. When I look into your eyes,” as Jack moved closer, their noses touching, Jorge’s tear-filled eyes staring back. “I get this feeling of complete serenity, confidence, hope, love, connection; all combined and more. There is no word to describe it.”
“What is even more amazing about that, is it gets so much better.” Jorge whispered.
“What do you mean?”
“Jack my gorgeous husband. That is exactly how I feel about you.” Jorge said pressing his lips to his lovers.
Jack smiled a tender smile and softly placed his hand on Jorge’s cheek, his thumb brushing away the escaping tear. “This honeymoon is just so appropriate.”
“Appropriate, how?” Jorge asked quietly.
“New Zealand. It’s an island. I’m going to an island for my honeymoon with my island boy.” As their lips came together again.
THE END
