Post by Angela on Apr 7, 2011 0:20:59 GMT -5
As a wedding gift, Peter's parents gave him and Danil a beautiful 40' catamaran, docked at Cancun. Peter's siblings chipped in and paid for a jack-of-all-trades guide, cook, and crewman to guide them along their journey. Danil had never been sailing in his life, while Peter had practically grown up with it, sailing the rivers and lakes nearby and taking vacations to the Atlantic Ocean many times. All the same, it was best to have someone who was a true expert, who knew the waters of the Caribbean well, and who could assist them if they got lost or got into a crisis.
Three hours into the reception, Peter and Danil went to their room in the Inn to celebrate their union in private. Their flight left the next afternoon for Miami, and from there they would get transportation to Cancun, where they would meet their guide and get their ship and supplies.
"What a night!" Danil exclaimed with a long sigh of contentment as he took his hair out of the ponytail it was in. He had removed his tuxedo jacket and shoes when he walked in, and was now removing his socks. Peter, meanwhile, was nude already.
"I know. Can you believe it?" Peter asked with a sigh, pulling back the curtain of the window of their room to look outside for a moment at the Vermont landscape. He opened the window; there really was no one to see or hear them if they got loud, since their room was in a remote part of the Inn. The cool breeze was a nice touch as it blew through the window, ruffling the white lace curtains a little as Danil took off his shirt. Peter inhaled the scent of the clean forest air, the fragrant jasmine and lavender in the flower bed underneath the window.
"I know," Danil said, putting his hands on Peter's shoulders. "Well, I must say, for what this cost us financially, it was worth it." He kissed his shoulder, then neck, then cheek, then nibbled on his ear a little. Peter chuckled, letting the curtain fall back against the window as he turned and wrapped his arms around Danil.
"That's what I told you. We should make it worth the money. Weddings are too fucking expensive. But I think we made out like bandits here. We made it worthwhile for everyone to come."
Danil chuckled, breathing in the scent of his cologne as he leaned into his chest.
"Come on, lover," he said coyly, pulling away and taking Peter's hand, moving in the direction of the bed. "It's time for our own celebration. We have our whole lives together to talk about money." He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah," Peter said with a chuckle, following his lead. He lay beside his new lawfully-wedded husband, and put his arm around his waist as he lay on his side. Danil turned towards him and put his arm around his shoulder as he kissed him passionately. Peter stroked his hair, running his thumb along his cheek as he did so, pulling him just a little closer to him. He let Danil come closer on his own until he lay tightly against him. He lay his head against Peter's chest, listening to his heartbeat, slow and steady.
"You excited about tomorrow?" Peter whispered, kissing Danil's temple.
"Mmhmm," Danil replied. "I can't wait for Cancun. I've never been to Mexico before."
"Me either, but you're lucky I'm fluent in Spanish," Peter replied with a chuckle, caressing Danil's back. "We'll probably be speaking a lot of it over the next few months."
Danil chuckled softly. "And I'm fluent in French, so we'll get along well in Martinique and places like that." He reached up and stared to curl his fingers through Peter's hair. He sighed as Peter stroked his hair.
(TBC)
Three hours into the reception, Peter and Danil went to their room in the Inn to celebrate their union in private. Their flight left the next afternoon for Miami, and from there they would get transportation to Cancun, where they would meet their guide and get their ship and supplies.
"What a night!" Danil exclaimed with a long sigh of contentment as he took his hair out of the ponytail it was in. He had removed his tuxedo jacket and shoes when he walked in, and was now removing his socks. Peter, meanwhile, was nude already.
"I know. Can you believe it?" Peter asked with a sigh, pulling back the curtain of the window of their room to look outside for a moment at the Vermont landscape. He opened the window; there really was no one to see or hear them if they got loud, since their room was in a remote part of the Inn. The cool breeze was a nice touch as it blew through the window, ruffling the white lace curtains a little as Danil took off his shirt. Peter inhaled the scent of the clean forest air, the fragrant jasmine and lavender in the flower bed underneath the window.
"I know," Danil said, putting his hands on Peter's shoulders. "Well, I must say, for what this cost us financially, it was worth it." He kissed his shoulder, then neck, then cheek, then nibbled on his ear a little. Peter chuckled, letting the curtain fall back against the window as he turned and wrapped his arms around Danil.
"That's what I told you. We should make it worth the money. Weddings are too fucking expensive. But I think we made out like bandits here. We made it worthwhile for everyone to come."
Danil chuckled, breathing in the scent of his cologne as he leaned into his chest.
"Come on, lover," he said coyly, pulling away and taking Peter's hand, moving in the direction of the bed. "It's time for our own celebration. We have our whole lives together to talk about money." He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah," Peter said with a chuckle, following his lead. He lay beside his new lawfully-wedded husband, and put his arm around his waist as he lay on his side. Danil turned towards him and put his arm around his shoulder as he kissed him passionately. Peter stroked his hair, running his thumb along his cheek as he did so, pulling him just a little closer to him. He let Danil come closer on his own until he lay tightly against him. He lay his head against Peter's chest, listening to his heartbeat, slow and steady.
"You excited about tomorrow?" Peter whispered, kissing Danil's temple.
"Mmhmm," Danil replied. "I can't wait for Cancun. I've never been to Mexico before."
"Me either, but you're lucky I'm fluent in Spanish," Peter replied with a chuckle, caressing Danil's back. "We'll probably be speaking a lot of it over the next few months."
Danil chuckled softly. "And I'm fluent in French, so we'll get along well in Martinique and places like that." He reached up and stared to curl his fingers through Peter's hair. He sighed as Peter stroked his hair.
(TBC)
