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The Heart of a Warrior
Chapter 16
Jazz moaned, his hands clutching at the top of Xavier's desk. He was currently bent over it, his pants around his ankles, while Xavier fucked him relentlessly. He'd come over to have lunch with Xavier, and to tell him some good news, but the moment he'd walked into the office he'd found himself pulled into Xavier's arms and roughly kissed. He wasn't sure what had set his lover off, nor did he particularly care. All he cared about was the feel of the big cock driving into him, and the hands squeezing his ass cheeks, and the sound of Xavier's deep voice saying dirty things to him.
"I love fucking you, Jazz," Xavier growled from behind him.
He whimpered, pushing back to get more, shuddering as Xavier gave it to him. Hips were slapping against his ass with each hard stroke, and he was starting to see stars. His sweat-matted hair hung in his eyes as he threw his head back a little, his mouth open as he struggled to breathe.
"Oh...fuck...fuck...fuck..." he moaned, unable to articulate anything more coherent at the moment.
A big hand slid around his hip and grabbed his cock. Jazz cried out in anticipation and lust, as the hand squeezed his dick and then stroked the length of it. He jerked and bucked and began to come, lost in an intense, thrashing orgasm for long minutes. He fell forward on the desktop, and lay there panting as Xavier withdrew from his body, tore the condom he was wearing off, and stroked himself to his own orgasm. His semen splattered out over Jazz's ass and lower back as he groaned lowly.
Silence, except for the sound of their panting breaths. Finally Jazz stirred and feebly pushing himself up enough so that he could look over his shoulder at his lover. "Not that I'm complaining," he croaked, "But..."
Xavier ran a hand over his ass, rubbing his semen possessively into Jazz's white skin. "Why did I want to fuck you so bad?" He finished for Jazz.
Jazz nodded, straightening up by slow degrees. "I'll tell you later," Xavier said. "We should eat now. I had my assistant send out for take-out."
Jazz's stomach rumbled, reminding him that he was ravenously hungry. Especially after working off so many calories in the last ten minutes. "Okay," he said. "But then you have to tell me."
"I will. Come and eat."
Xavier went into the bathroom to clean himself up, then went out into the front office to retrieve the food. Jazz took his turn in the bathroom, smoothing his disordered hair and rinsing the sweat and semen off of his skin. When he emerged, Xavier had the food set out on a little round antique table sitting near his sofa. Jazz sat down across from him and devoured a large order of sweet and sour chicken with rice, while Xavier ate beef and broccoli.
"Mmm, good," Jazz said happily, licking at his lips.
"All done?" Xavier asked him.
"Mmm hmm. All gone," he displayed the empty white carton.
Xavier nodded, setting down his chopsticks. "I have something I want to ask you, Jazz..." he began.
"Oo, before you do, there's something that I want to tell you," Jazz replied excitedly. "Amelie wants me to fly to Milan for fashion week in September, and I was wondering if you'd take a vacation and come with me! I know you don't care about fashion, but we could take a tour of the city, maybe go to a winery, and even go to museums and churches and look at all of your precious old stuff. What do you say?"
Xavier looked surprised. "That sounds great," he said. "I'd love to go to Milan with you, Jazz. And seeing as that's five months away, that works with what I wanted to ask you anyway."
Jazz looked puzzled. "Why? What did you want to ask me?"
Xavier rose to his feet, his hand dipping into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. He circled the table, while Jazz stared up at him in confusion. He pulled out a small velvet box, and the sight of it made Jazz gasp and his eyes widen. "Jazz Sullivan," Xavier began formally, sinking to one knee. "Would you marry me?" And he flipped open the box to reveal diamond-encrusted engagement ring resting inside.
Jazz couldn't breathe. He was frozen in his chair in shock, staring wide-eyed at the ring. Xavier waited patiently for him to recover, still holding out the ring. He was aware that Jazz might freak out on him, and he was ready to do whatever he had to to calm his lover down. But to his astonishment, Jazz suddenly squealed in ecstasy and fell on the ring like a lion on a gazelle. "Oh my God!" he shrieked, pulling it out of the box. "I've always,
ALWAYS wanted a big wedding! Of course, I never thought I'd get one because I'm gay...and I was a slut..." he admitted, putting the ring on his finger and admiring it happily. "It's so beautiful! I love it, Xavier! I can't believe I'm getting married!"
Xavier's brows had shot up, but then his lips quirked as he fought not to laugh. Jazz's response to his proposal was SO not what he'd expected! "Err...I hope that you want to marry ME, Jazz, and not just to get married to anybody at all," he drawled sardonically.
Jazz scowled at him. "Of course I want to marry you," he said tartly. "I wouldn't have said 'yes' to anybody else, even with this," he admired the ring again, clearly entranced.
"And why is that?" Xavier asked, quasi-casually. "Why would you only want to marry me?"
Jazz blinked up at him, then rose slowly to his feet. "Because... I love you, Xavier," he said. His voice only wavered a bit as he said this, and his chin lifted courageously. "I know that you wouldn't marry me if I didn't say that," he added. "Because you don't want me to be in it just for the nice jewelry or getting to have a wedding. And you told me that you wanted to hear it eventually, so I thought that this would be the perfect time."
"It is the perfect time," Xavier agreed, stepping forward and gathering Jazz in his arms. "And I'm very happy to hear you say it at last, Jazz. I'm hoping you'll tell me it more often from now on."
"I'll try," Jazz said solemnly. "Maybe it'll get easier if I say it more," he went on thoughtfully.
Xavier kissed him deeply, and there was no more conversation between them for long minutes. When they finally broke apart, Jazz sighed and laid his head in the crook of Xavier's neck. "I’ve got so much to do," he said softly.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I have a wedding to plan. It's going to take so much work," he added with a grimace. "But I can do it!"
Xavier laughed softly at him. "Jazz, you silly thing, hire a wedding planner. It's not like we can’t afford it. And you can consult with him or her on everything, without actually having to do any of the hard work. All you'll have to do is design the clothes you'll wear, since I highly doubt you'll want to wear a regular tuxedo."
"What a great idea!" Jazz exclaimed. "You're so smart, Xavier."
"I know," he replied smugly.
Jazz snorted, but kissed the sided of his neck. "Can I buy you a ring, too?" he asked hopefully.
"If you want. I don't mind," Xavier said indulgently.
"I'll ask Basil to be my best man. He'll be thrilled," Jazz mused. "Do you think he'll bring Edward?"
"I'm sure he will. They seem to be doing pretty well," Xavier commented.
"Is that why you were happy about the Milan trip? Because we can get married before we go?" Jazz asked next.
"Yes. It seems like a great place for our honeymoon."
"It is. It's really beautiful and romantic. My honeymoon. I can't believe I'm going to have a honeymoon. Ever since I was a little boy, I always dreamed of having a big wedding. I was so envious of girls, because they could get married and wear pretty white dresses and have a handsome husband," he pulled away to beam at Xavier, "But now I can have all of those things!"
Xavier's brows lifted. "Two things - you're going to wear a wedding dress? And I'm not sure about that 'handsome husband' part..."
"No, I'm not going to wear a dress. But it'll be close to the same thing, because it'll definitely be white and covered with beads," Jazz told him happily. "And as for the second part - you're handsome to me, Xavier. And that's all that matters."
Xavier's lips lifted in a slight smile. "You're right," he agreed. "That's definitely all that matters."
Epilogue:
Jazz and Xavier emerged arm-and-arm from the Episcopalian church where they'd just gotten married. Jazz waved his bouquet in the air gleefully, making the small crowd behind the two men cheer. Rice was flung at them as they headed down the stairs together toward the waiting limo. Jazz laughed, turning as the reached the open door. he held the bouquet aloft so that all of the eligible women in the crowd could see it clearly, and begin jockeying for position.
Jazz eyed the crowd, then neatly tossed the bouquet into the air. It arced up, then down, and landed against the chest of his stunned best man, Basil. His friend clutched at the flowers, staring down at them. His expression was priceless. Jazz giggled, and let Xavier haul him into the back of the limo. "Did you SEE that?!" he crowed happily, as he was pulled into his new husband’s arms.
"Yes, I saw," Xavier agreed, nuzzling his nose into Jazz's hair. "You're bad, Jazz."
"But I'm good at it," Jazz replied cheekily, turning to put his arms around Xavier's neck. "And you love me for it, right?"
"I love you for a lot of reasons," Xavier told him simply. "Not the least of which is the fact that you're you."
Jazz softened and claimed a kiss. "I can't believe we’re married," he whispered against Xavier's lips. "It's like a dream."
"It is," Xavier agreed. "One I've had for a long time. I guess that's because I was waiting for you to come along, Jazz. Right now, I really can't imagine being with anyone else. My beautiful," he kissed Jazz's brow. "Precious," his lips sketched a porcelain cheek, "Talented," a buss on his chin, "Sexy Jazz," he took Jazz's lips again in a long kiss. "I'm so lucky," he added after their lips finally parted.
"No," Jazz replied firmly, shaking his head. "I'M the lucky one. I know it. I'm just a slut who was scared of letting anyone love me. If you hadn't been so persistent, I would have run away as far and as fast as I could. Thank you for not letting me run."
Xavier snorted. "You're never getting away from me, Jazz," he said. "Accept that now and we'll be good."
Jazz grinned and draped himself over Xavier. "I guess I can do that," he said complacently. "Now..." his voice went low and full of wickedness. "Do you want to do it right here in the back of the limo? A preview of our honeymoon?"
Xavier drew in a sharp breath. "I guess I can do that," he said, echoing Jazz.
A giggle, then the only sounds left to be heard in the back of the limo were soft moans, gasps, and cries...
The End
A/N: So, Basil and the mysterious Edward. Anybody curious? Let me know, and maybe a sequel could be conjured up. :P -DL
The Heart of a Warrior
Chapter 16
Jazz moaned, his hands clutching at the top of Xavier's desk. He was currently bent over it, his pants around his ankles, while Xavier fucked him relentlessly. He'd come over to have lunch with Xavier, and to tell him some good news, but the moment he'd walked into the office he'd found himself pulled into Xavier's arms and roughly kissed. He wasn't sure what had set his lover off, nor did he particularly care. All he cared about was the feel of the big cock driving into him, and the hands squeezing his ass cheeks, and the sound of Xavier's deep voice saying dirty things to him.
"I love fucking you, Jazz," Xavier growled from behind him.
He whimpered, pushing back to get more, shuddering as Xavier gave it to him. Hips were slapping against his ass with each hard stroke, and he was starting to see stars. His sweat-matted hair hung in his eyes as he threw his head back a little, his mouth open as he struggled to breathe.
"Oh...fuck...fuck...fuck..." he moaned, unable to articulate anything more coherent at the moment.
A big hand slid around his hip and grabbed his cock. Jazz cried out in anticipation and lust, as the hand squeezed his dick and then stroked the length of it. He jerked and bucked and began to come, lost in an intense, thrashing orgasm for long minutes. He fell forward on the desktop, and lay there panting as Xavier withdrew from his body, tore the condom he was wearing off, and stroked himself to his own orgasm. His semen splattered out over Jazz's ass and lower back as he groaned lowly.
Silence, except for the sound of their panting breaths. Finally Jazz stirred and feebly pushing himself up enough so that he could look over his shoulder at his lover. "Not that I'm complaining," he croaked, "But..."
Xavier ran a hand over his ass, rubbing his semen possessively into Jazz's white skin. "Why did I want to fuck you so bad?" He finished for Jazz.
Jazz nodded, straightening up by slow degrees. "I'll tell you later," Xavier said. "We should eat now. I had my assistant send out for take-out."
Jazz's stomach rumbled, reminding him that he was ravenously hungry. Especially after working off so many calories in the last ten minutes. "Okay," he said. "But then you have to tell me."
"I will. Come and eat."
Xavier went into the bathroom to clean himself up, then went out into the front office to retrieve the food. Jazz took his turn in the bathroom, smoothing his disordered hair and rinsing the sweat and semen off of his skin. When he emerged, Xavier had the food set out on a little round antique table sitting near his sofa. Jazz sat down across from him and devoured a large order of sweet and sour chicken with rice, while Xavier ate beef and broccoli.
"Mmm, good," Jazz said happily, licking at his lips.
"All done?" Xavier asked him.
"Mmm hmm. All gone," he displayed the empty white carton.
Xavier nodded, setting down his chopsticks. "I have something I want to ask you, Jazz..." he began.
"Oo, before you do, there's something that I want to tell you," Jazz replied excitedly. "Amelie wants me to fly to Milan for fashion week in September, and I was wondering if you'd take a vacation and come with me! I know you don't care about fashion, but we could take a tour of the city, maybe go to a winery, and even go to museums and churches and look at all of your precious old stuff. What do you say?"
Xavier looked surprised. "That sounds great," he said. "I'd love to go to Milan with you, Jazz. And seeing as that's five months away, that works with what I wanted to ask you anyway."
Jazz looked puzzled. "Why? What did you want to ask me?"
Xavier rose to his feet, his hand dipping into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. He circled the table, while Jazz stared up at him in confusion. He pulled out a small velvet box, and the sight of it made Jazz gasp and his eyes widen. "Jazz Sullivan," Xavier began formally, sinking to one knee. "Would you marry me?" And he flipped open the box to reveal diamond-encrusted engagement ring resting inside.
Jazz couldn't breathe. He was frozen in his chair in shock, staring wide-eyed at the ring. Xavier waited patiently for him to recover, still holding out the ring. He was aware that Jazz might freak out on him, and he was ready to do whatever he had to to calm his lover down. But to his astonishment, Jazz suddenly squealed in ecstasy and fell on the ring like a lion on a gazelle. "Oh my God!" he shrieked, pulling it out of the box. "I've always,
ALWAYS wanted a big wedding! Of course, I never thought I'd get one because I'm gay...and I was a slut..." he admitted, putting the ring on his finger and admiring it happily. "It's so beautiful! I love it, Xavier! I can't believe I'm getting married!"
Xavier's brows had shot up, but then his lips quirked as he fought not to laugh. Jazz's response to his proposal was SO not what he'd expected! "Err...I hope that you want to marry ME, Jazz, and not just to get married to anybody at all," he drawled sardonically.
Jazz scowled at him. "Of course I want to marry you," he said tartly. "I wouldn't have said 'yes' to anybody else, even with this," he admired the ring again, clearly entranced.
"And why is that?" Xavier asked, quasi-casually. "Why would you only want to marry me?"
Jazz blinked up at him, then rose slowly to his feet. "Because... I love you, Xavier," he said. His voice only wavered a bit as he said this, and his chin lifted courageously. "I know that you wouldn't marry me if I didn't say that," he added. "Because you don't want me to be in it just for the nice jewelry or getting to have a wedding. And you told me that you wanted to hear it eventually, so I thought that this would be the perfect time."
"It is the perfect time," Xavier agreed, stepping forward and gathering Jazz in his arms. "And I'm very happy to hear you say it at last, Jazz. I'm hoping you'll tell me it more often from now on."
"I'll try," Jazz said solemnly. "Maybe it'll get easier if I say it more," he went on thoughtfully.
Xavier kissed him deeply, and there was no more conversation between them for long minutes. When they finally broke apart, Jazz sighed and laid his head in the crook of Xavier's neck. "I’ve got so much to do," he said softly.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I have a wedding to plan. It's going to take so much work," he added with a grimace. "But I can do it!"
Xavier laughed softly at him. "Jazz, you silly thing, hire a wedding planner. It's not like we can’t afford it. And you can consult with him or her on everything, without actually having to do any of the hard work. All you'll have to do is design the clothes you'll wear, since I highly doubt you'll want to wear a regular tuxedo."
"What a great idea!" Jazz exclaimed. "You're so smart, Xavier."
"I know," he replied smugly.
Jazz snorted, but kissed the sided of his neck. "Can I buy you a ring, too?" he asked hopefully.
"If you want. I don't mind," Xavier said indulgently.
"I'll ask Basil to be my best man. He'll be thrilled," Jazz mused. "Do you think he'll bring Edward?"
"I'm sure he will. They seem to be doing pretty well," Xavier commented.
"Is that why you were happy about the Milan trip? Because we can get married before we go?" Jazz asked next.
"Yes. It seems like a great place for our honeymoon."
"It is. It's really beautiful and romantic. My honeymoon. I can't believe I'm going to have a honeymoon. Ever since I was a little boy, I always dreamed of having a big wedding. I was so envious of girls, because they could get married and wear pretty white dresses and have a handsome husband," he pulled away to beam at Xavier, "But now I can have all of those things!"
Xavier's brows lifted. "Two things - you're going to wear a wedding dress? And I'm not sure about that 'handsome husband' part..."
"No, I'm not going to wear a dress. But it'll be close to the same thing, because it'll definitely be white and covered with beads," Jazz told him happily. "And as for the second part - you're handsome to me, Xavier. And that's all that matters."
Xavier's lips lifted in a slight smile. "You're right," he agreed. "That's definitely all that matters."
Epilogue:
Jazz and Xavier emerged arm-and-arm from the Episcopalian church where they'd just gotten married. Jazz waved his bouquet in the air gleefully, making the small crowd behind the two men cheer. Rice was flung at them as they headed down the stairs together toward the waiting limo. Jazz laughed, turning as the reached the open door. he held the bouquet aloft so that all of the eligible women in the crowd could see it clearly, and begin jockeying for position.
Jazz eyed the crowd, then neatly tossed the bouquet into the air. It arced up, then down, and landed against the chest of his stunned best man, Basil. His friend clutched at the flowers, staring down at them. His expression was priceless. Jazz giggled, and let Xavier haul him into the back of the limo. "Did you SEE that?!" he crowed happily, as he was pulled into his new husband’s arms.
"Yes, I saw," Xavier agreed, nuzzling his nose into Jazz's hair. "You're bad, Jazz."
"But I'm good at it," Jazz replied cheekily, turning to put his arms around Xavier's neck. "And you love me for it, right?"
"I love you for a lot of reasons," Xavier told him simply. "Not the least of which is the fact that you're you."
Jazz softened and claimed a kiss. "I can't believe we’re married," he whispered against Xavier's lips. "It's like a dream."
"It is," Xavier agreed. "One I've had for a long time. I guess that's because I was waiting for you to come along, Jazz. Right now, I really can't imagine being with anyone else. My beautiful," he kissed Jazz's brow. "Precious," his lips sketched a porcelain cheek, "Talented," a buss on his chin, "Sexy Jazz," he took Jazz's lips again in a long kiss. "I'm so lucky," he added after their lips finally parted.
"No," Jazz replied firmly, shaking his head. "I'M the lucky one. I know it. I'm just a slut who was scared of letting anyone love me. If you hadn't been so persistent, I would have run away as far and as fast as I could. Thank you for not letting me run."
Xavier snorted. "You're never getting away from me, Jazz," he said. "Accept that now and we'll be good."
Jazz grinned and draped himself over Xavier. "I guess I can do that," he said complacently. "Now..." his voice went low and full of wickedness. "Do you want to do it right here in the back of the limo? A preview of our honeymoon?"
Xavier drew in a sharp breath. "I guess I can do that," he said, echoing Jazz.
A giggle, then the only sounds left to be heard in the back of the limo were soft moans, gasps, and cries...
The End
A/N: So, Basil and the mysterious Edward. Anybody curious? Let me know, and maybe a sequel could be conjured up. :P -DL