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Elio stirred awake. The room was still pretty dark but the pale sunlight was beginning to come in, making the yellow lights on the headboard look a little more pale. Elio stretched and smiled as he pressed his body closer to Oliver. It was chilly. January was the coldest month but it was so nice and warm under the comforter and up against Oliver.
Oliver took a deep breath in and slid his left arm around Elio’s waist, pulling him in even closer and spooning him. This was always their preferred sleeping position. Elio felt himself smile and sink into the bed and against Oliver. He yawned and rubbed his eyes with his left hand. His wedding band felt cool against his warm skin. He glanced at it. It would still sometimes catch him by surprise, even now, even six months after the fact.
His eyes wandered to the bedside table where a photo in a gorgeous silver frame of their wedding day was. He and Oliver had worn matching off white tuxedos. He smiled as he looked at the photo. The off white looked beautiful against the various shades of pink of the cherry blossoms. Elio remembered the clenching of his stomach when he and Oliver had posed like so many couples had in the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. That day it had been their turn and as they left another couple had began to pose. They had shaken hands with the groom and hugged the bride. Elio couldn’t stop grinning.
There was a bigger one in the living room. Margaux and Archie were in that one. Margaux in a beautiful lavender dress, purple flowers in her hair and Archie with a bow tie. That was their family photo and it hung proudly on the wall above the piano. It was the first thing anyone saw the moment they walked in the door.
The wedding had been in June, in the backyard of Elio’s parents’ home. Elizabeth and Simone had flown in with them. Marzia had gone a week ahead and was already there with Margaux. It was done in the early evening. The days and hours leading to it had been a haze but Elio clearly remembered the moment. ‘Elio Perlman, do you take Oliver Andrews to be your lawfully wedded husband...’ He remembered the look on Oliver’s face when he had said ‘I do’ and then Oliver had said ‘I do’ and then finally, the last piece of the puzzle seemed to fit into place.
The honeymoon had been amazing. Oliver and he had driven to upstate New York. It was a beautifully scenic area they had gone to but they hadn’t left their room the first 36 hours. Elio smiled as he remembered how Oliver had called him husband that first time...
“Good morning husband,” came Oliver’s voice now against his left ear. Elio felt goosebumps forming as Oliver’s stubble gently scratched the sensitive skin on his neck. He chuckled as Oliver kissed and gently sucked on it.
“Good morning husband,” Elio replied turning around and facing Oliver. “Last day of winter break,” Elio said with a sigh.
“I know,” Oliver said caressing his face. “What did you want to do today my love?”
Elio furrowed his brow. “You didn’t have anything planned?”
“Apart from making brownies with Margaux, no,” Oliver said. Elio nodded and Oliver leaned in and continued kissing his neck. He worked his way down Elio’s body, his stubble scratchy in a nice way. He felt Oliver’s tongue lick across his right nipple and Elio moaned.
Oliver kept going down until he slid Elio’s hard on into his mouth. Elio let out a satisfied breath as he closed his eyes and pushed his hips up. He moaned as Oliver’s tongue swirled around him. “Fuck, that’s good,” Elio whispered.
Oliver came back up from under the covers and kissed Elio’s lips, his tongue sliding into his mouth. “Fuck me baby,” Oliver said.
Elio grinned and nodded and reached for the lube. Once ready, he slid into Oliver. Elio ran his hands down Oliver’s back, his fingertips digging into his skin. Elio let out a satisfied groan as he found his rhythm. “You feel so amazing,” Elio muttered.
“So do you,” Oliver replied.
It was brighter now and their bodies warm. The comforter slid down Elio’s body and pooled behind his bent knees as he made sure he kept his thrusts at even intervals. He wanted to last. He wanted to fuck Oliver for as long as possible. Elio gripped Oliver’s hip, his left hand sliding across the small of Oliver’s back. He was making sure he was going in deep. He knew how Oliver liked it. Deep and steady. Oliver’s moans proved Elio was going exactly as deep and at a speed Oliver enjoyed.
“So good,” Oliver kept saying. “You fuck me so good.”
Elio felt himself grin. “As your husband I should be the best at fucking you,” Elio said, panting. “At pleasing you.”
“You are, you do, so much,” Oliver replied.
Elio felt Oliver spread his knees further apart, pressing his chest down on the mattress and Elio knew what that meant. He gripped Oliver’s hips with both hands. He went in harder and faster. Oliver’s body trembled underneath him and it was intoxicating. Elio fought hard to stay in control. To keep driving into Oliver in the fast and steady way Oliver needed it now. Elio knew he was fucking him just right. He knew his husband’s body as well as his own now...
“Oh fuck !” Oliver groaned as he came, untouched. Elio draped his body on Oliver’s back and held him tight as he stayed in deep. Once Oliver had calmed, Elio let go. He let his body and want and need for Oliver take over him and he held nothing back. He loved the noises Oliver made. They were needy whimpers and harsh pants and so perfect. Elio came deep inside Oliver. He fell upon Oliver, panting, spent and happy.
They had fallen asleep again and then had rolled out of bed mid morning. Margaux and Archie were in the living room, she with a bowl of cereal and Archie curled up on her lap. He had taken to sleeping in her room now and Margaux loved it.
“Morning dads!” Margaux said. It was something she had started to do after the wedding. It had just happened a few days after they had returned from their honeymoon and they had picked her up from Marzia’s.
“Morning!” They said and Oliver set about to make something for he and Elio to eat.
In the afternoon there was brownie making like Oliver had promised Margaux. She was becoming quite the baker and was picking up a lot from both Liz and Marzia. Marzia was excited as she had many French recipes she loved to bake and to Liz, there was nothing more grandmotherly than to bake with Margaux, whom she called granddaughter.
That night Elio and Oliver laid in bed. Oliver had one of the poetry books Elio had gotten him for Christmas in his left hand, the Michael Faudet one. His right hand was slowly caressing up and down Elio’s spine. Elio smiled softly and he gently kissed Oliver’s chest.
“Read me one,” Elio whispered.
“Flip four pages,” Oliver said and Elio reached up and flipped the book four pages for Oliver. Elio closed his eyes and let out a satisfied breath as Oliver’s gorgeous voice began to recite the poem. “Destined To Be Yours,” Oliver began. Elio smiled at the pause. Oliver always paused after reading the title to a poem. Elio found that cute. “It is in the quietest of moments, the silent pause found in twilight hue, when the sun slips behind the horizon, lost to a single purple pen stroke— I find myself thinking of you. How your eyes reflect the moon in mine, reminding me of a love greater than the universe— our destiny written in the stars.”
“Indeed,” Elio said softly. He wasn’t sure when he drifted off to sleep but he did. He woke sometime in the middle of the night. The lights had been turned off and he was warm and comfortable under the covers, Oliver’s left arm draped around his waist and Oliver’s chest against his back. Elio closed his eyes and sleep found him again soon enough.
Oliver was jolted awake by the sound of the alarm on his phone. He reached for his phone and turned it off, burying his nose in Elio’s curls for a moment longer. He sighed as Elio stretched and they got out of bed. The morning was the usual craziness of weekday mornings. Margaux was back in school today as well and after they had showered Elio went to get her up as Oliver walked Archie. Oliver went and got dressed. By the time he walked into the kitchen, Margaux was eating cereal.
“Oh! Margaux needs money for lunch!” Elio said as they passed each other.
“Already added money to her account,” Oliver said with a smile and Elio grinned and kissed him.
“Of course you did, thank you,” Elio said as he walked off to get dressed. Oliver walked to Margaux and quickly braided her hair as she finished her cereal.
Once Elio was dressed and Margaux had brushed her teeth, they all left, all petting Archie and telling him to be a good boy and they would see him later. They passed to get pastries and coffee and Margaux got a cake pop. Once she had been dropped off, Elio and Oliver drove to the high school.
“Well good morning high school sweethearts,” Simone greeted them.
Oliver chuckled as he held the door for her and Elio, who had the coffees. “How was your break Simone?” Elio asked.
“Too short, but alas, the youth need to be educated!” She said as she waved at them then walked to the teacher’s lounge. “Let’s try that new Mexican place for lunch!” She called out.
“Yes!” Oliver said with a grin. He and Elio started walking up the stairs and when they reached the second floor landing, they bumped into Chris.
“Oh!” He said eyes on their coffee. Oliver had decided Chris’s coffee stealing behavior stopped this year. It was one of his New Years resolutions.
“Sorry,” Oliver said. “That’s for my husband and I.”
“Oh...” Chris said looking slightly disappointed.
Elio couldn’t help but grin. “Hey, I’ll bring you some tomorrow ok?” He said.
“Ok!” Chris said and seemed to perk up.
They continued up the stairs and down the hallway until they reached Elio’s classroom and they stepped inside. Oliver watched as Elio opened the door to the little storage room and gave him a little smile. Once the door was closed, Oliver slid off his messenger bag, placing the bag of pastries down and once Elio had placed the coffees down and slid his black leather back pack off, Oliver grabbed him and spun him around, pinning him against the door that led to Oliver’s classroom.
“Who said you could buy anyone coffee?” Oliver asked trying to sound serious.
Elio rolled his eyes and grinned. “What’s wrong with that?” He asked.
“What’s wrong with that?” Oliver asked, pushing his hips into Elio. Elio let out a soft breath. “What’s wrong is that the coffee thing is a totally flirtatious thing between you and I.”
Elio chuckled and ran his hands up Oliver’s chest. “Is that so, Mr. Andrews?” Elio asked.
Oliver leaned in, lips as close as possible to Elio’s without actually touching. “Yes, Mr. Perlman,” Oliver whispered back.
Elio licked Oliver’s top lip and then they were kissing deeply, Oliver pushing Elio against the door, running his hands up the side of his body. Oliver could feel Elio smile as they kissed. He felt him raise his left leg up. Oliver reached for it. He held it up as he pushed Elio against the door. He felt so damn good.
“Baby...” Elio moaned softly as Oliver kissed right under his jaw.
Oliver chuckled as he released his leg and stepped back. It amazed him still how turned on he was by Elio. The gorgeous dark curls and soft pink lips and that gorgeous neck. Sometimes when Oliver looked at him, it was like catching a first glimpse of him, on his bike in the parking lot a year and a half ago.
They had eaten their croissants and had drunk half their coffees when Chris’s voice came loudly from the PA.
“Good morning John’s Creek High!”
Oliver sighed. He reached up and caressed Elio’s cheek. He tucked a curl behind his ear. “Have a good day baby,” Oliver said.
“You too baby,” Elio said and they leaned in and kissed. They didn’t quite part and grinned and kissed again. A loud shriek and laughter from Oliver’s classroom broke through the moment and they finally pulled back. Elio gave Oliver one last sweet little kiss and then picked up his backpack. Oliver stepped back and put on his messenger bag. They reached for the doors leading to their classrooms. They glanced at one another.
Oliver didn’t miss how Elio’s eyes drifted to the wedding band on Oliver’s hand as he held the doorknob. Oliver too, still did that, looked at Elio and down at his wedding band. It had only been six months, after all, Oliver thought, he was allowed to still have moments where he couldn’t believe he had gotten this lucky.
“See you at lunch, husband,” Oliver said with a grin. He loved how Elio’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
“See you then husband,” Elio replied.
They opened their doors and walked into their classrooms, ready to start the day.