Whuffo

Title: Whuffo
Authors: Mel & Tarabeth
Characters: James and Quinn
Implement: Hand


Quinn swallowed as James climaxed. Slowly releasing his sated partner’s cock from his mouth, Quinn inched his way up his lover’s body and slid under James’ arm to rest his head on his husband’s chest.

“Was that okay?” Quinn asked.

James gave a grunt of pleasure that indicated he was still too high from his orgasm to form words.

‘Perfect,’ Quinn thought this was exactly where he wanted James.

“James,” Quinn said, “I was thinking we should go skydiving for my birthday. It’s the big 3-5 this year and there is a great jumping school over in Kamloops.”

In a nanosecond James went from a state of sated bliss, to Toppy outrage, and then to amusement when he decided Quinn was surely putting him on.

"Sure honey, skydiving sounds like a blast. After we do that, we can hike up grizzly bear pass with a lunch of fresh salmon and berries in our packs. Then we could drive down to Vancouver and bungee jump off The Lion's Gate Bridge."

“James,” Quinn pouted, “I’m serious. I really want to do it. Patrick did it when he turned 35, and I think it would be really fun. Just think of the rush; it would be so energizing.”

"Rush? Energizing? Jumping out of an airplane at twelve thousand feet above ground, because you think it would be fun?" James looked incredulously at his mate.

"There is no way on earth or in this case off of the earth that I am going skydiving. For that matter, my love, neither are you. I will not allow you to risk your life for some thrill."

‘Crap,’ Quinn thought, ‘that hadn’t gone as planned.’

‘Time for phase two, go rational.’

“I did some reading; it’s actually pretty safe, although it is PERCEIVED as dangerous, it is actually rare for people to die. Most of the injuries and fatalities are people who were trying unsafe maneuvers.”

James raised his eyebrows, “You did some reading? Because you anticipated that I would object to this idea and thought you could persuade me otherwise?"

He studied Quinn's face carefully. "Quinn were you hoping that after having satisfied me sexually that I would be more easily convinced to go along with this?”

Quinn was quiet for a few moments as he contemplated his answer. “It’s my birthday, and I would like you to come with me.”

"Quinn, I am very aware that your birthday is coming and I'm also very aware that you're trying to manipulate me into doing something I do not approve of by using your birthday and whatever other distractions you can think of. However, I do not appreciate, nor will I fall for, emotional coercion.

And before you start, just forget about telling any more stories about safety and statistics. The facts are I am not willing to jump out of an airplane in mid flight and I am not willing to allow you to do so either. You can call me a miserable, unreasonable ogre if you like but the answer is no and will remain no.

Now you can accept this and let it go right now, or you can keep up your efforts and end up over my knee getting a serious reminder of who is in charge in this relationship."

“Fine,” Quinn responded shortly. He moved to climb out of the bed, “I’m going to take a shower.”

“It’s my birthday; I should have some say as to how I spend it,” he mumbled on his way out of the bedroom.

James sighed, he loved Quinn with all his heart and he got no pleasure from denying him the things that he wanted. However there were limits and skydiving was definitely outside of those limits. Also outside of James limits was being manipulated.

As he listened to the sound of the shower James thought through what had just happened. Patrick's having been skydiving for his thirty-fifth birthday was the crux of the issue in James opinion. Though he'd deny it to his last breath, Quinn idolized Patrick the most of all his brothers, and what Patrick had done Quinn also wanted to do.

Well not being allowed to go skydiving was something his husband was going to have to accept. What James needed to do was try and defuse the situation before it became a major issue for the two of them.

He followed Quinn into the washroom and slid into the shower to join him. His husband was just rinsing shampoo out of his hair; James took the bottle of body wash and the sponge and began to work the spicy lather over the broad tanned back. "Love you babe."

Quinn turned to James; he had tears in his eyes. “That’s not fair,” he said, as James continued to wash him. Closing his eyes, he relished in James’ touch, before continuing, “I’m mad at you.”

Giving Quinn a sad smile and a kiss, James replied. ”I know you are my love." He gave special attention to washing the rest of Quinn's body, making the strokes comforting and relaxing without making any attempt at arousing him. James knew such attention would not be well received in Quinn's current mood.

Once done, he gave himself a quick wash and turned off the water. Quinn was already getting dried when James stepped out of the shower. He took a moment to appraise his husband; he could see the conflicting emotions written in the other man's face. 'Damn,' he thought 'I need to come up with something else Quinn would find appealing, something that doesn't involve falling to the earth at a hundred miles per hour.

"Come on sweetheart it's late and we both have to be up early for work. Let's get into bed." James suggested, hoping vehemently that Quinn would drop the subject for the night.

Quinn brushed his teeth and then climbed into bed. His emotions were raw. He had been one hundred and ten percent sure that James would never buy into the skydiving adventure. Although he thought it would be fun, he wasn’t completely attached to the idea, he really just want to spend the day doing something fun with James. So, why was he so angry at James’ decision? Why was he feeling the need to continue pressing the issue, and how dare James be sweet and comforting in response to his anger. Now he just wanted to curl into James’ embrace and forget the whole matter.

‘Compromise,’ Quinn thought. ‘That’s the answer. I’ll give up the skydiving issue for now, and curl into James. Tomorrow I’ll re-approach the option of parachuting from a plane.’

James was pleased when Quinn settled down for the night without attempting to further the skydiving issue. He spooned up behind him and fell asleep contentedly sure that his decision on the subject had been accepted.

As usual James was up first and in the kitchen pouring two mugs of coffee and waiting for the toast to pop when Quinn wandered in. James held out a mug of the steaming liquid, offering it to his sleep rumpled husband. "Good morning!" he said as he leaned in for a kiss.

Quinn returned the kiss, while also leaning in for hug. “I’m sorry about the manipulations last night.”

James pulled Quinn tightly into his arms and kissed him again. "You're forgiven. But I do want to do something special to celebrate your birthday. How would you like to drive down to Lake Country on Saturday, take a tour of the Gray Monk Cellars winery and have dinner in their dining room? Then drive up to Vernon and stay at the Outback Resort, and take the Kalamalka trail hike on Sunday? We could stay at the Outback again Sunday night and come home Monday morning."

"So skydiving is still out then?"

James looked into Quinn's eyes trying to assess whether his husband was just joking or if he was seriously still hoping to go skydiving. Since he couldn't decide which, James knew he'd better re-enforce his edict from the night before.

"The subject of skydiving is closed. However if you have something else you'd rather do, the idea for the trip to Lake Country isn't written in stone. I'm happy to entertain other non-leaping from an airplane ideas."

Quinn broke eye contact. “I bet Patrick would be happy to jump with me if you don't want go.”

James drew in a deep breath, his hopes that this skydiving idea was going to be put to rest easily were rapidly crumbling, it was obvious Quinn was not going to let it go without a fight.

James reached forward and took hold of Quinn's chin pulling his face up to re-establish eye contact. Once he ensured that his husband could see the look on his face James spoke in a low voice enunciating each word carefully.

"I am giving you a rare second warning, last night I made my feelings on the subject of skydiving very clear, you will not be participating in this activity as long as I am in charge. I do not care to hear any arguments to the contrary, now or in the future. This is my final decision, one more word on the subject from you and you will regret it."

"Why can't we at least discuss it?" Quinn pouted.

James had had it; he spun Quinn around and landed two very hard smacks on the seat of his pants. "In the study now!" he gave Quinn another swat to send him on his way. Then as a last minute thought he added. "And find a corner!"

It was rare for James to use corner time with Quinn; his husband had complained that it made him feel childish. However there were times when James needed to gather his thoughts before dealing with his beloved Brat, and times he felt that same Brat needed time to think through is actions in a place with no other distractions.

James picked up his coffee mug and slowly partook of the rich liquid.
Had he not been clear enough with Quinn? Should he have explained things more? No, he knew his husband well enough to know that he had sunk his teeth into this skydiving idea with pit bull intensity and no amount of talking on James' behalf was going to make him let go of it. It was all tied up with Quinn's desire to emulate his brothers, most especially his closest brother Patrick.

Quinn was the youngest and he was gay, so he often felt the need to prove his manhood, even though his family was completely supportive, Quinn still had some self-doubts. Well James was determined he was not going to try ego boosting by jumping out of a plane.

Mind made up James walked into the study. Quinn was standing stiffly in the corner by the desk, hands clenched into fists. Oh yes, there was only one-way to get past this as much as he might wish otherwise.

James sat in the centre of the sofa. "Come here please." he called.

Quinn turned towards James, but didn't move away from the corner. "I don't want to."

James felt his ire rising "Quinn Seamus Sweeney, I told you to come here please!"

Quinn's body unconsciously took a step forward in response to James' demand, but after one step he stopped. His defensive stance changed to one of defeat and he gave James a sad look. "Please don't," he whispered.

James steeled himself against the sad face. "Now Quinn." he ordered.

Quinn took a hiccupped breath and moved forward towards James. His mind was spinning and he was feeling overwhelmed with emotion. He hadn't meant to push James to this point--in fact he wasn't totally sure why he was doing it. He had never really anticipated James allowing him to skydive, but there was something inside him that made him continue to force the issue.

James determined that more words right now would only bring forth further argument from Quinn, what was needed was to get past his husband’s current fixation and get to the reason behind it. And James knew the fastest route to that was the emotional release Quinn would find through a firmly administered spanking.

He didn't even bother to ask Quinn to take down his pants, he just reached forward when his partner arrived in front of him and quickly divested him of the garments and pulled him across his lap before Quinn could let out a protest.

James wrapped his left arm securely around Quinn's waist and brought his right hand down smartly against the exposed bottom. He proceeded wordlessly with a very thorough spanking, ensuring that every inch of tender buttock and upper thigh was given the full attention of his strong hand. He vehemently ignored his lover’s protests until he felt the previously tense muscles go limp as Quinn finally let go and began to sob. James continued for a minute longer ensuring that Quinn had reached the point of complete release.

He let go of his tight hold, and Quinn slid to his knees with his head buried in James' lap. "It's okay baby, I love you," he repeated softly as he used his now stinging hand to rub his beloved’s back.

James normal sweet reassurances were only making Quinn more upset; he felt that he needed to regain his composure quickly so that James wouldn’t be late to the Inn. He had already been enough of a nuisance this morning he didn’t need to add to it by making James late, too.

He tried hard to calm himself by taking a couple of deep breaths.

He was somewhat thankful that he had awoken shortly after James. If he was going to end up getting a morning spanking at least he had a couple more hours to recuperate before he had to leave for the mine. He felt a large well of tears begin to form again at the thought of not having James to cuddle him.

Quinn stood and replaced his sweat pants. “I love you too. I’m sorry if I made you late. I’m gonna go back to bed for a while,” he said as he turned to leave, so that James could finish getting ready for work.

"Whoa, my love." James said as he took hold of his retreating lover’s arm. "I'm not late yet and it doesn't matter if I am. You and I are more important, and we need some time together." He pulled Quinn to sit down beside him on the sofa, feeling sorry for him when he hissed as his butt made contact with the leather.

He wrapped his arm around Quinn’s shoulder and kissed him gently. "We need to have a talk. I need to understand why a man who has just happily returned to work after recovering from a third degree ankle sprain, would even consider such a venture as skydiving? You knew very well I wouldn't agree to this, so I want to know why you pushed me so hard. Now tell me what's going on, what are you feeling?"

Quinn looked into James’ eyes, and chewed on his bottom lip. “ I don’t know. I just really want to go.”

James gently extricated Quinn's lip from between the gnashing teeth. "Don't chew," he admonished. "You say you don't know what you’re feeling, or why you're pushing so hard? Well let's say you did know, what would it be that you’re feeling?" He asked.

Quinn rolled his eyes at James, but when he spoke his voice sounded noticeably better, “You should have been a therapist.”

Wiggling a bit, Quinn realized there was no way he was going to find a comfortable position to sit, so he slid down onto his side and rested his head on James lap. Feeling much more willing to share his feelings in this position he said, “I feel vulnerable.” He exhaled a hiccupped breath, and then let out a smoother sigh when James began to run his fingers through Quinn’s hair. “When my ankle was hurt, I was away from them for a long time. It was just you and me, and I liked that. I liked being with you all that time, but when I went back to work I felt so different from them.”

Tears began to fall down his cheeks. “ I’m not sure if I have ever felt so not a part of my own family. I hated the way they protected me when I went back. I didn't feel like I was pulling my weight. My dad and my brothers were doing all of their hard labor and picking up some of mine. I wanted to...I WANT to show them I'm okay. I need them to see that I'm strong...that I'm still one of them.” Quinn’s voice had become shaky, and he had to take several breaths before he could continue. “And then you said no, and I just felt more different from them.”

"Oh Babe," James sat stroking Quinn's head. "One of the first things that attracted you to me was your strength, and you're just as strong now as you were then. You suffered an injury, and need time to recover. You know what the doctor and physiotherapist both told you. You’re eighty percent healed; you've been cleared to work but were warned not to over stress the ankle for a while longer. The therapist told you that if you kept up the exercises the muscles that support the ankle would be stronger than ever."

He continued to stroke his fingers through his husband's hair as he spoke. "Can you imagine what your mother, father or brothers, including Patrick, would say if you told them you wanted to jump out of a plane after what you've been through with your ankle? Cuz I sure can, they’d be down on you like a ton of bricks. Your family know that you’re still one of them and that you're a strong man, all they’re trying to do is to give a bit of extra help to someone they love, until that someone is fully up to par. The same way that you would pull some extra duty to help anyone of them who needed it.

So I want you to let go of any notion that you're anything less than you were before you were hurt. And stop trying to prove yourself with attempts to be like your brother and just be yourself, because Quinn Seamus Sweeney is one very special man. I should know I married him."

As James continued to stroke Quinn’s hair, Quinn cried softly into James’ lap for what seemed like a long time. He felt his tears cleansing him of his grief over not being at one hundred percent, his guilt over manipulating James, his anger at himself for again keeping his feelings bottled up to the point of overload, and relief that James, through love and discipline, was able to help him see and deal with all of those things.

Quinn eventually nodded off from the exhaustion of his emotional release.

~*~ * ~*~ * ~*~ * ~*~ * ~*~ * ~*~

He awoke to the comfort of resting on James, although when he moved to stretch he grunted at the discomfort still present in his butt. “You deliver a wicked spanking, Mr. Lefebvre,” he said scrunching his face in displeasure.

James smiled at him and planted a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you,” Quinn said, “and I am very sorry. Do you forgive me?”

"I love you too, and of course I forgive you, it's over and done with." James replied. "I'd still like to do something nice for your birthday, the Lake Country offer is still open and I was thinking that maybe the following weekend we could have a barbecue and have all the Sweeney clan over.

You could grill great piles of manly meat and tell raunchy stories that will have all your sister-in-laws covering the kids ears and your ma yelling at your pop to speak to you." James added with a grin.

“One of these days, I’m going to let it slip to my mother that I get all those raunchy stories from you,” Quinn said teasing his husband.

“The Lake Country and barbecue sound really nice. Thank you.” Quinn sat up and leaned into James for a kiss. “I think it’s time we got a move on,” Quinn said. Giving his husband a sly wink, he continued, “Maybe you should come shower with me to save some time.”

James laughed, "You're right about getting a move on my love. However showering with you, my sexy husband would definitely not save time. You go first before I get calls from your Pop wanting to know why you're late."

The two men quickly got ready for their day; James packed an extra special lunch for Quinn while the younger man was showering. Included in it was a small note.

Quinn,

There is no one on earth I love or admire more than you. Every day with you is a gift from heaven. Please take good care of yourself when we're apart and bring yourself home to my arms.

Love always,

James, your own personal "Whuffo" (Google it, LOL You'll see it fits)

Copyright 2008 Mel & Tarabeth

Good Morning!

Title: Good Morning!
Authors: Mel and Tarabeth
Pairing: James and Quinn


The buzzer on the alarm clock dragged James from the depths of sleep; he slapped away the annoying sound before it would rouse his sleeping husband and moaned quietly as he rose. Five-thirty seemed to come earlier and earlier each day, he really needed to get to sleep at a better hour in the evening.

He turned to look at Quinn and felt his morning wood, grow harder at the sight. It had been very warm these last few days and the light sheet that had covered them both during the night had been pushed away so that it covered his husband only from mid-thigh downward. The well muscled body was turned away from him showing off the broad shouldered back tapering to a slim waist, below which sat two lightly tanned globes. Quinn had obviously been nude sunbathing up on the roof of the Inn again.

James sighed; his desire to delve into that hidden place between the globes would not be fulfilled this morning. As horny as he was feeling he wasn't going to wake his sleeping partner just to satisfy his own urges.

So it was that ten minutes later he stood in the shower having been able to squelch the erection enough to take a leak but it had returned full force as he stood under the warm spray. The thoughts of his husband's lithe body under his would not leave his head, finally giving in he reached down and began to stroke himself as he imagined Quinn's hot mouth wrapped around him. "Oh babe…" he moaned.

Quinn had to wipe a little drool off of his chin when he saw James fondling his erection.

He had awakened to the sound of the shower and padded into the bathroom with the intent of quickly emptying his bladder and then going directly back to sleep. But the sight and sound of James pleasuring himself had caused both Quinn's brain and cock to suddenly and happily wake-up.

Quinn stood leaning against the sink, with his own erection standing proud, while he debated whether or not to sit back and watch James or to hop into the shower and join him.

Normally when James felt the need of a bit of lone-handed relief he was pretty quick and efficient about it. However this morning he seemed to find himself caught up in the remembrance of Quinn on his knees before him, as James slowly, teasingly, fed him his ridged member.

He kept up a slow steady stoke as his mind's eye pictured his lover's pleading expression, pupils hugely dilated with passion. They both enjoyed the long slow build-ups that led to incredible mind blowing orgasms. That day had been no exception, he'd been in a very Toppish mind set and had pulled Quinn's arms behind him and bound his wrists lightly together with one of his expensive French silk ties, then pushed him to his knees and began the slow tease.

"Take me baby" he murmured thrusting forward into his hand.

The sound of James' voice was too much for Quinn; his erection now painfully ached, and he knew if he didn't join James soon he would lose his chance.

Quinn moved into the shower and placed his hand on top of the hand James was using to stroke his erection. Quinn placed a long slow kiss on James' lips before he turned himself and pushed his body against his husband. Quinn's breath quickened as he relished in the feeling of James' erection pressed against his body.

"How do you want me?" his raspy voice asked James.

James was momentarily surprised by Quinn's arrival but by the time that he pulled away from the kiss was ready to take full advantage of the moment.

"Up against the wall and spread ‘em." he ordered huskily. Quinn complied quickly, and James wrapped his arms around his husbands now water slicked body and began to gently tease the hardened brown nipples. He brought his mouth down to suck on the sensitive spot right below his ear and then whispered, "I'm gonna make you howl, boy."

They kept a pump bottle of lube in the shower stall for just such occasions, so James was able to quickly get his partner prepared before sliding into him hard and fast.

Quinn gasped with pleasure as James entered him, and he began to emit soft grunts and groans as James continued to fuck him.

Quinn reached down and began to stroke himself. He moved his hand quickly and efficiently to match the rough and rapid pace which James had set.

"Hands against the wall boy." James ordered, taking Quinn's hand away from stroking himself and placed it along side of its mate. "That toy is mine."

He angled his thrusts to more effectively stimulate his lover's prostate and then pumping out some more lube he took over where Quinn's hand had been. He stroked his husband several times then stopped teasingly, just giving the base of the hard cock a gentle squeeze. "You're not coming before me, and I'm not coming ‘til you howl for it."

He then bit down on the junction of bowed neck and muscled shoulder before him.

Quinn let out a soft whimper of combined pleasure and frustration, thinking that he may never be able to cum. The way James was fucking him; he was surprised he could get his brain to do anything.

Quinn ached; he so wanted release. He put all his effort into coming up with a strong howl, but instead it sounded more like a kitten's yowl.

James almost laughed but he wasn't about to kill his very Toppish moment. Instead he upped the strength of his thrusts and gave a firmer squeeze to Quinn's cock.

"I said howl boy, not whimper! If you think that little noise is going to get you the right to cum you've got a long wait," he growled and added another bite mark to Quinn's neck.

If it was possible, the tone of James' voice made Quinn harder. He was so turned on by totally giving his pleasure over to James' command.

Quinn had found it difficult to find his voice earlier, but his brain now responded strongly to James' demand, and he felt his howl rise from deep inside of him. "Arrrrooooooooo," Quinn howled.

With that James felt himself begin to explode with release, deep inside his partner. He gave Quinn's cock two more firm pulls and felt his lover's equally explosive cum as it shot out against the tiled wall of the shower.

As soon as James could draw enough breath, he began to laugh, a deep joyful, totally happy, and filled with mirth kind of laugh. He'd made Quinn howl like a wolf baying at the moon. Even after four years of marriage he couldn't imagine ever getting more pleasure than he did making love to this beautiful man.

There he stood in a now ice cold shower, his softening cock still buried deep inside of his husband, knees threatening to fold below him, and he was laughing with happiness.

He gently extracted himself from Quinn and pulled him around so they stood face to face. Quinn's hair was plastered down over his smiling face and his days growth of beard was dark and scruffy looking. "Hey wolf man, have I told you just how much I love you?" He pressed his lips against Quinn's in a deep kiss, giving him no chance to reply.

Quinn let out a deep sigh of contentment when James ended the kiss. "No, you haven't," Quinn said teasingly. "I think maybe you need to call Mrs. Chelsea and ask her if she can handle breakfast on her own, because you Mr. Lefebvre need to spend the morning telling me just how much you love me." Quinn batted his long eyelashes and flashed his dimples at James in hope of convincing his husband to stay at home for a bit longer.

James got the cold water shut off and they stepped out of the shower, grabbing towels he tossed one to Quinn.

Normally James would have lovingly but firmly told Quinn that though he'd love to stay home, he had a responsibility to his paying guests and his small staff to be at there service. However this morning he felt a deep need to fulfill his husband's request. His assistant manager, Stan and Mrs. Chelsea the cook could hold down the fort for a few hours; he was going to stay home today and spend the morning with his husband. They'd had some rough times the last few weeks since Quinn had sprained his ankle and some time together was just what the doctor ordered.

"You're right we do deserve a morning together. Why don't you go put the coffee on and I'll call Mrs. Chelsea."

Quinn was pouring the coffee when he felt James' body pressed up against his. James placed his hands on Quinn's hips and began to kiss Quinn lightly on the neck.

"If you don't stop that, I may end up pouring the coffee all over the place," Quinn said. He set the coffee pot down and turned so that he was now engulfed in James' embrace. "Thank you, for this."

James steered the men back towards their bedroom, and he and Quinn crawled back into bed. Quinn set his coffee on his bedside table and rested his head on James' lap. "I bet you never had mornings like this when you worked at the Royal York."

James slowly carded his fingers through Quinn's soft hair as he considered his husband's comment. To most people it would have sounded as if Quinn was actually quite please with himself for providing James with such pleasure as they had just shared. But James knew this man far too well; Quinn was looking for reassurance that James found his life here, with the small Inn in a small town to be worthy of giving up the so called life of glamour he could have had as the assistant manager of one of the premier luxury Hotel's in country.

"Babe, The Royal York Hotel paid me three times as much as I can make from owning this Inn, I had shorter working hours, an excellent pension plan, and perks coming out the ass, and you know what it was? It was a job.

But here in this small town, owning an eight room Inn I have, a life. A life, the likes of which I could never have imagined back in Toronto, and it's in no small way because of you. I am the happiest, luckiest man on earth."

He bent over and kissed the head lying across his lap. "Now I'm going to drink some of this wonderful coffee you made and then if you think you can manage it, this old man is going to show you once again just how much he loves you."

Quinn smiled up at James; there were few places he was happier than lying in bed cuddling with his husband. "I'm so glad you fell in love with the Inn and decided to move to Jade Heights. I was totally mesmerized the day I saw you hiking in the meadow lands; you were so handsome, I thought you must be royalty--and you were--my prince charming."

James laughed. "Prince Charming huh? Well if I was Prince Charming you must have been Quinnerella, whom I rescued from that hoard of evil brothers you have. The ones who were forcing you to play baseball and drink beer, what a horrible fate."

This remark sent James into a paroxysm of laughter.

Quinn couldn't help but to laugh at James cracking himself up. "You think you are so funny, don't you?" Quinn stated. "That's it you will get no more lovey, smoopy comments from me," Quinn said giving James a playful little pout through his laughter.

James grinned, and then pulled Quinn up into his arms and kissed the turned out lip, sucking it into his mouth--he bit on it gently.

"You are so sexy when you pout like that.” He said as he broke the kiss.

The kiss had calmed Quinn's laughter. "You don't ever miss Toronto and working at the York?" Quinn asked. "You got to meet so many rich and famous people, and there was so much more for you to do and see in Toronto; museums, restaurants, clubs and friends. I love to hear your stories from working at the hotel. Do you have another one for me?" Quinn asked.

“You know I don’t miss it for a second. You soon find out that famous people are just people and the city long ago lost its charms to me. As for stories, well I’m sure I’ve told you all the good ones by now…” He paused and thought through the past. “Well there was that time that Sir Elton John and his then paramour David Furnish were staying in the Edinburgh Suite. The called me up to supposedly deal with some problem, but once I arrived they threw themselves all over me begging to take me to their bed. Of course I would have none of it as I carefully explained I was saving myself until I found Mr. Right." James grinned.

“And now that I have Mr. Right, here in my bed I'm going to show him just how happy I am to have left behind all the glitz and the glamour of the Fairmount Royal York Hotel.” They made love again, and then lay happily stated in each other’s arms.

Sometime later a quiet knock at the cottage door drew the two men from their post-coital slumber, quickly tying on robes; they opened the door to find a service trolley from the Inn, covered in white linen awaiting them. It was laden with fresh fruit, croissants, and covered dishes which revealed steaming plates with eggs Benedict and grilled tomatoes, it was completed with fresh squeezed orange juice and a carafe of coffee.

James smiled as he manoeuvred the cart through the door. "Mrs Chelsea is one sly old bird, when I told her I wouldn't be over until noon today she obviously knew just what we needed. I think I’d better give that lady a raise. Let's dig in."

The End.

Copyright Mel and TB 2008