Diplomacy

prompting Lucas to step back and fall into an old fashioned curtsey. “It’s surprising everything fits so well, since you didn’t try it on yesterday.”
    “Well, it’s a little on the snug side. Stacey’s soon to be brother-in-law must be a real shrimp.”
    “Now, now,” Jack mocked. “For beauty, one must suffer.” Jack moved behind Lucas to look at their reflection in the long hallway mirror. They looked very elegant, in matching grey coat tails with striped cravats. Stacey could be proud of her groomsmen.
    “Marry me,” Lucas asked, smiling at Jack in the mirror.
    Jack put his hands on Lucas’s hips and kissed his neck. “You know my answer to that, Luke.”
    “I want to hear it again… the short version,” Lucas teased.
    Jack looked up, seriously. “Yes, Lucas, I’ll marry you. One day, I’ll marry you.”

    STACEY’S wedding was a fun, informal occasion, with all the bridesmaids and groomsmen, family and friends strolling from one location to the next, since the town hall, cathedral, reception and banquet hall were all within walking distance of each other. The happy couple and most guests were decidedly tipsy by the end of the reception and rowdily drunk by the end of the sit-down dinner. This was partly because of the relaxed atmosphere, but the fact that almost all of the guests in the Antwerp Hilton dining room also had rooms in the hotel, was a factor as well.
    Jack and Lucas woke up the next morning thoroughly hung over and not quite sure how they had managed to make it back to their room.
    They were grateful, however, that they had arranged to spend a few more days in Belgium before heading home again.
    After their last night in the hotel room, as Lucas was brushing his teeth in front of the large mirror, Jack snaked an arm around his stomach like a thief in the night. Lucas had a hard time keeping a straight face at Jack’s prowling look as the older man pretended to bite his lover’s neck.
    They were both naked and Lucas turned serious when he felt Jack’s erection rubbing against his backside.

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    Jack pulled Lucas’s face around so he could kiss him, while his other hand strayed down over the young man’s belly towards his already reactive groin. “You look good enough to eat,” Jack growled against Lucas’s lips. “I want to fuck you here, in front of the mirror.”
    “Fuck, yeah,” Lucas responded, breathing more heavily. For a moment, he remembered Jack not wanting to do this with him on another occasion because it brought back memories of Maria, but that thought was quickly dismissed by Jack’s strong hand on his cock, quickly stroking him to a full erection. He molded his body to Jack’s, eager for as much contact as he could get, and wantonly rubbing his ass against his lover’s arousal.
    There was an urgency to their movements, fueled by their hunger for each other and by the intoxicating picture reflected in the mirror.
    Lucas leaned forward, holding on to the washbasin with one hand, the other clawing towards the complimentary bath oils and moisturizers in search of something that could be used as lubricant. He opened one of them and dropped it, the white, creamy fluid leaking out over the side of the basin. He was quick enough to catch the drops in his hand and he reached back to coat Jack’s straining member.
    Jack hissed at the cold fluid and then moaned as Lucas kept stroking him. Lucas couldn’t help but gaze at the way their bodies moved together and he pulled Jack along so they were standing in between both basins, giving them a nearly unobstructed view.
    “Do it now,” Lucas whispered, his head turned towards his lover.
    “Fuck me now.”
    “Need to prep you first,” Jack replied hoarsely, letting his movements be guided by the vision in the mirror.
    “Forget prep,” Lucas almost begged, “we’ve made love… three-four times a day since we arrived. I can take it.” He knew he could and trusted Jack not to hurt him. Jack poured some more cream out of the fallen bottle, coating his erection again and rubbed his cock over the sensitive muscle inside Lucas’s cleft. Lucas pushed back, wanting, needing to be penetrated, spreading his legs farther apart, giving Jack better access. Jack looked down and as the pressure against Lucas’s guardian muscle increased, Lucas braced himself against the counter.
    Jack pushed forward, one hand guiding his thick, dark cock and the other pulling his young lover closer. Lucas