This week, we find Marshall and Lee in San Antonio, mixing a little business with pleasure, including a stop at their favorite shrine. Don't Look Back has adult themes, and it isn't for everyone. After you visit with the boys, stop by and see what the other Briefers have done. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!
Lee pushed through the revolving brass door, Marshall just
behind him. Back on the sidewalk, they paused to get their bearings and catch
their breath. The business meeting had lasted longer than they’d expected, but
it had been worth it.
Marshall squinted at the reflected glare of the sun’s rays
that bounced off the huge glass buildings that surrounded them. They didn’t
have anything like this in Burnham. The only time he saw structures this big
was on their periodic visits to San Antonio. It was nice now and then, but he
preferred living the way they did to being part of this noise. Marshall reached into his pocket and brought
out his sunglasses. There, that was
better.
“Now that’s a good morning.”
Other people might not be able to tell how Lee was with
their morning’s efforts. For the most part, he maintained a stoic demeanor, but
Marshall knew how to read him. Like a well-thumbed book.
“You did a good job, Marshall.”
Marshall warmed at Lee’s words of praise. “You’re the one
that sold him. I just talked software with him, listened to what he wanted, and
told him how I could do it.”
“And make it better. Don’t be so modest. He was impressed,
and rightly so. I’m very proud of you.” Lee glanced up and down the street
before raising his hand. Immediately, a yellow taxicab materialized at the curb
in front of them.
It wasn’t until they were in the backseat, and safely away
from the curious eyes of anyone on the street, that Lee kissed him. Marshall
understood and wasn’t offended. It wasn’t easy to be openly gay in Texas, even
now, especially in some of the bigger cities. The last thing they wanted or
needed was to get into trouble, or draw attention to themselves. Luckily, the
people of Burnham knew them and never judged them for who they were.
“How about a little lunch, and then we can go shopping?”
Marshall was tempted to say shopping first, especially as he
knew the particular store Lee had in mind, but he knew from long experience
that anticipation was just an aphrodisiac of a different sort. Besides, he
needed to fuel himself for the night ahead. The very thought of what was coming
made him smile. “Sounds good,” he replied.
Lee gave the driver the address of the restaurant they’d
decided to try the next time they were in San Antonio. A customer who lived in
the area had recommended it, said it wasn’t much to look at but the food was
fantastic.
“I thought we’d go to the Alamo after we get up tomorrow.” Lee
reached for Marshall’s hand and held it in his on top of his leg as the cab
sped them toward their destination. “Then
pick up some stuff for the office. Maybe do some clothes shopping, as long as
we’re here. How does that sound?”
“Sounds perfect.”
They leaned together, exchanged a quick kiss.
Visiting the Alamo was mandatory. It was their favorite
place in San Antonio, the sex shop coming in not even a close second. But more
than a place of great history, the Alamo held special meaning for them
In the dark days of Marshall’s captivity, when Lee sought to
find him for five years, with the assistance of the PI he’d hired, Lee had
moved to Burnham and established a life, in anticipation of Marshall’s return
to him. Worked hard, preparing for the day when he would have Marshall with him
once again. On his business trips to San Antonio, he’d visit the Alamo and sit
inside the church, in this very hallowed of Texas shrines. And he’d pray for
Marshall to come home to him.
Now they went there together and gave thanks for their
lives.
Lunch was delicious—thick and juicy sirloin steaks, crisp steak
fries, and cold beer from a local microbrewery. They generously tipped the
waitress and promised they’d return next time they were in town. Afterward,
they found another cab and headed to the large sex store, which was located in
the downtown section of San Antonio.
The store was the largest in the area and had something for
everyone. The clerks were helpful, but discreet, and they didn’t bother you
unless you wanted to be bothered. They found some DVDs for their collection,
picked up a few bottles of flavored lube, and a blow-up doll for Roy as a
semi-serious, somewhat gag gift.
When Lee picked up a pair of handcuffs, holding it in the
palm of his hand as if to feel their weight, Marshall’s eyebrows arched. This
was something new and different. They’d used ties and scarves but never
handcuffs. Marshall was getting hard just thinking about having them used on
him, in their bed. “Maybe we need two pairs?” he suggested in a breathy
whisper.
Lee winked at him, before picking up a second pair. “I like
the way you think.” He grinned.
They found the remote-control vibrating butt plug Lee had
mentioned, and added it to the items in their cart. Then they wandered through
the clothing section, where they discovered the assless underwear.
“I can think of a lot of uses for something like this.” Lee
held a colorful pair in his hands, openly admiring them. He looked between them
and Marshall. Marshall could only imagine what he had in mind… and he loved the
idea.
“You know that old saying,” he ventured to say.
“What’s that?”
“What’s good for the goose…”
“So I’m a gander, am I?” But Lee was grinning as he leaned
toward Marshall. “And why should I wear something like this?” he questioned in
a soft voice.
“So I can lick your hole,” Marshall whispered back, their
gazes meeting.
“Boy, I like the way you think. Maybe if you’re real good,
we can do that tonight.”
Marshall swallowed hard. Hot
damn.
They picked up some fuckbooks for themselves, and some for
Roy, and headed to the checkout.
