ERIC MAXWELL

Today is the most nerve wrecking day. Why? Because today I would be officially become a husband to another man. The man beside me wearing a black suit contras for me who wearing the white attire suit as if the color had determined our role in marrying life.

We signed the paperwork for getting marriage certificate and I decided to change my surname to him. If I still used my surname, my family might suspect something off in our marriage. Mostly through the process my mind was in a dazed state. I just realized everything happened too sudden for my liking. Once the officer announced we are officially becoming husband and husband, out of nowhere the tears flowing down my cheeks.

A tear of happiness. The announcement causing me feel completed. Damn! I can't stop this mixing feeling although I knew the reality not like what we were displaying. Russel brushed the remaining hot tears, a softness appears in his usual cold eyes. He grabbed me into his embrace. An embracing that provide me a safety escape.

Russel lead me into his car as his friend drove into my brother house. A friendly relatives and close friends coming to congratulate me. Their face filled with shocked after they knew who my husband was. In this small gathering, we exchanged the ring. I spotted father's eyes moistening and mom didn't hide her tears either. There also a family picture taken.

After the celebration over, we excuses our self. As per earlier discussion I moved to his house. Fortunately, the house sure displayed his rich in a modest way. In heart, I knew this is not his only house. He was leading me inside with the two elderly trailing behind us. He introduced them as Claudia and his husband Jamie.

My heart halted as he unlocked the master bedroom. My mouth clamp when I remembered his word that this marriage not considered really an emptied in his point of view. As a good dutiful collateral property, I need to fulfil all these conditions.

I am a man so why I need to feel scared. Entering the room, a wave of strange hit me. The room is out of my initial expectation. It is empty from any form of livelier with complete white walls as well as the white furniture. The decorative sent a vibe of emptiness, hollow and sorrow. As if the owner wish to be an invisible, vaporing into nothingness.

"You can treat this room as yours." He says.

"Okay." I put my luggage in another adjacent room. A room called a wardrobe. Opposite to the white room, the wardrobe contain almost 80 percent a black attires. This man really like a black colour. A colour that present stubbornness and high self-preserve as nothing can penetrate its defend or change its to another colour.

I put my luggage at another free corner, deciding to unpack it by tomorrow morning. My body had been itching and sweating from today celebration. I am getting out my towel and fresh clothes. Damn, I forgot to bring the toiletries set. Once I got inside the bathroom, I spotted the new toiletries set and it's strangely what I always used.

Inwardly, I am grateful for him being a thoughtful. I am intentionally taking a long bath to wash away the nervousness and anxiety, thinking tonight is our first night together. I meant someone as hot and rich as him won't stay virgin until this night right?

After taking almost an hour, I stepped out from the bath in pyjamas only to spot a bundle on one side of the bed. He blanketed from head to toe. Some part of me felt relieved and another... maybe disappointed.

With the tiredness hit me in a full blast, I have no time to think about the shame or awkward sharing the same bed with a stranger. Although, the stranger is my husband now. I took the empty side, silently put under the different comforter. In just a second my eyes slowly closed.

The next day in a daze, I scanned the strange decoration in an unfamiliar room. I turn around and spotted no one. Then, my mind becomes clear. I had married someone. I get up from the bed, grabbing the fresh towel. My nose is almost bleeding as I stare the scene over me.

"Argh, sorry." I yelp and immediately getting out from the room. This shocked not good for my heart in this early morning. My face was burning red remembering the naked man. Damn, I felt my man pride shrink watching the monstrous limpid his private member.

I gulped a saliva thinking how that thing will fit in my innocent virgin back entrance. Hell, I had basically killed my body with his hard wood one night later. Eric stops thinking about nonsense things. I calmed myself looking some update in personal emails and scrolling around the Facebook page. My naughty finger intentionally type the irritated woman's name.

Inside that woman page all about his handsome face. Their wedding picture, kissing, honeymoon and snapshot cheesy chat also plastered on it. From the link, I found Frank's Facebook. All the missing date when we together actually filled with his time with his wife.

"You can use it now." A sudden voice broke the annoyed and irritated in me. My eyes trace down from his face to his hidden private part.

"Hmm, ah... okay." I stuttered before getting in the vacant bathroom. The bathroom filled with his shampoo scent.

After taking the bath and dressing up, I went to dine room for breakfast. Russel already there with the last night older woman served the breakfast. He took down the newspaper when sense my stare. I take the vacant chair opposite him.

"What do you want to drink, Mr. Hendricks?" For a moment I only daze around the table, finding what is suitable to eat.

"What do you want to drink?" Russel voice took my attention. The maid also stares at me.

"Sorry, I just not yet use to the surname. I prefer orange juice or milk and please call me, Eric instead." The maid nods and disappear.

"Are you working today?" I asked the man opposite me.

"Yes, I have some important meeting." His eyes returned to the newspaper like an old man habit.

After eating the breakfast Russel left for office. In the normal married couple life, if the husband going to work the next day after marriage, he would get the divorce file on next time. I didn't know what to do during the day within the unfamiliar house. The boring had eaten me. Then, I got a message to attend some arts meeting. I drive back to my old apartment and taking out two pieces of completed arts.

The dealer happiest seeing me after a long time. He updated me with current issues and took a look at my new piece artworks. The new pieces will appear on this weekend's exhibition alongside with another new pieces from different big names.

I back to my old apartment again after that and completed the ongoing arts. I liked hearing a music when painting. With blocked ears, my mind gradually detached from the outer world. Instantly, my mind solely put attention into the white canvas.

For some people, arts only a decoration or waste a money. But for me, for people who love art, they can understand the meaning lying behind every arts. Every arts have their own story. A story coming from the painter surrounding or the thing we hide deep in our mind or heart. No arts zero including the ugliest one or the canvas consisted with the only stroke of colours.

Every stroke, every colours and every line is a plot in the arts. It's like a secret code used to channel the feeling of the painter. Some like drawing in an abstract theme that more complicated for naked eyes. Some like to do a portrait or nature theme. Arts not as simple as people viewed.

In absentminded, I unconsciously draw Russel's face. What the hell wrong with my mind? I quickly put down the canvas and moved to another half painting canvas. It is the scenery I got aspired from Hungary. The beautiful land that still peace from human greedy.

My brush smoothly brushes against the canvas, channelling the feeling I have when I saw the place. The one thing I hate when the painting is a sense of time. I will lose it from hour to day is I really got into it. The same thing is happening right now. I lost track of time and brushing the canvas without pause.

When I stopped the time already passed three in the morning. Damn, I forgot to give a notification to Russel or leave any message to maid. In a hurry, I drive back hoping he still not back yet. The old man opens the gate with a curious look. I stepped into the room with a light step. My foot halted when I saw Russel still awake while fiddle with his phone. Damn.

"Hmm, sorry, I lost track of time when stayed at my apartment."

His eyes stare me, "I don't care where you go but you must remember my house is not a place you can come or go as you please. At least, use your sense to leave any message or note." He put down the phone.

"I will remember it next time I go out." I dutiful obeyed he warned.

"Oh, yeah please avoid any place that can cause scandal in tabloid."

"Okay, but I think no one except my family who know about this marriage, right?"

"Make sense... just be careful because the reporter is like sharp training dog. They will do anything to spot the delicious issue."

"Noted." I said before taking a place beside him. Gladly I had taken the bathed before rushing back here. Russel switched off the lamp and the bed dipped a little bit when he lay there. A thick blanket covered me.

"Take it, the temperature quite cold tonight." My heart warm by his word. I don't know when my eyes drift into deep sleep. Asleep without worry or anxiety.

The same repeated routine happened everyday but I always left a message to maid or texting him before set out. Today my holiday is over. Jess kept questioning me why I had taken a week off. I used a personal matter as an excuse.

According to the brother, Russel had transferred the fund a day after we registered the marriage. He also sent experts to coordinate with brother. The experts found some traitor in the company and fired them immediately.

With the fund and expert advice, brother purchased the latest technology. The newest machine and technology had made the production becoming more efficient. The previous fired workers also got re-instated to their previous position too.

Michael also teased me about the marriage life. The brother of mine never finds his peace without target me as a victim. Poor me. The life got better and I also had changed my personal phone number. Russel still same as always. Although, we shared the same bed and room, I hardly know anything about him.

I met Russel in the garage when parked the car. He looks a slight distraught. I knock his car's window caused him a bit startled. Were he in a daze? I questioned myself.

"Are you okay?" Unconsciously, I put my hand on his forehead. His skin is burning out.

"I am fine." His body sway when he slammed the door. I quickly support his body.

"Fine my ass." I rolled my eyes as I bring him inside.

"Bring me a bowl of water and any pain killer, or fever pills or whatever." I ask the maid, Jude.

"Yes, sir." Claudia quickly disappeared to find the thing I asked.

"Stay here." I put him on the bed, peeling off his sweating clothes. I take a fresh clothes. Claudia brings the water and I asked her out. I use the clean towel and wipe his sweating body. In normal case I would probably drool over his perfect sturdy body.

He groaned in half lidded eyes, staring blankly at me and a most charming smile appeared on his lips. Causing my hand halted as my heart is beating in crazy again. His hand slowly traces my own hand, and bring it to his lips. I could feel the hot breathing when he kissed my finger. My eyes suddenly shed the tear. A pain hit my heart as I see how weak this man in front me.

"Please... no... more... crying." His finger wipe the tears on my cheek. I quickly calm myself as well as my heart. Putting him in fresh clothes and force him to swallow the fever pills. I switch off the light and sleep.

All of a sudden, a hot breathing fanned my neck follow by hand circle my waist. I had no strength to separate us and sleep with us entangled like a true married couple. The next morning I awoke with a gray eyes harbour at me.

Surprising, I quickly jump from the bed, landing on my butt at hard tiles. I could see the man's eyes restraint the laughter. With brighten eyes, I run into the bathroom. Thankfully, once I was bathed him already at the breakfast table. Seem like he took a bathed at another room. We are eating the breakfast in silence mode.

"Thank you." I startled when he patted my shoulder in his way to the door.

With a sudden joy invade my heart I start my job, organize everything for today meeting. The meeting actually with Russel. This time he has only come with his sexy secretary. The truth is I can't completely concentrate on the meeting because some strange feeling stuck in my heart.

The feeling is a lot worse than when I saw Frank in woman hugs. Inverting my eyes, I concentrate on the meeting again although half of my mind in another realm. I rolled my eyes when the woman intentionally looks intimate with Russel.

I excuse myself when Jess informed some problem at the plant site. My brother gives me a permission for me to go there. My heart finally calm once I get out from the room. I could breathe in peace again.

"The man really up to his reputation." Jess suddenly talked when we walked to the factory.

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Dork... you should read business magazine, Darling." I rolled my eyes on her sarcastic.

"Excuse me, I am not interested in super boring magazine."

"Russel Hendricks ranked first for most handsome and rich man in recent business magazine."

"So, what?"

"Fool... whatever." I put my hand around her shoulder. Our relation now considered as a close friend and everyone knew about it. So whenever we have body contact that is strictly friendship sign.

But I forgot not anyone is open minded. While my hand still on the Jess's waist, we heard a clearing throat. Both of us turn around and saw the cold gray orbs. Immediately, I release the hand, and turn my sight to another round.

"What's really happen?" Michael question broke the tense air.

"Nothing particular big... seems like a bug hit our system caused the manufacturing delayed. The technician in middle of fix it." I gave the report without staring any of them.

"Oh I see..." Michael little comment not really helping right now.

"Why are you here?" I asked my brother.

"Because Mr. Russel want to see the factory. Why not you give them a tour around here." Are you trying to kill me, dearest brother? I cursed inwardly.

"Sure, please ensure to wear the specific safety clothes." I bring them to the locker and handing them a new safety clothes.

I bring and explain every part of the factory to Russel. What I proud is the factory had increased its efficient product and decrease the defect goods. No matter how good the technology, we can't completely erase the defect happened in product progress.

Russel gave a satisfied nod after hearing my explanation. I ended the tour once the manufacturing resumed its activity. Brother and I escorted him to the car and breathing freely once the car out of our sight.

"Today really not my day." I gloomy stare at the blue sky.

"Got caught red handed by your husband?" Michael rubbed a salt at the ready open wound.

"Mind your own business." I left my brother and press the escalator to our floor.

"Why Mr. Hendricks looks so scary back then?" Jess asked when I back to my table.

"Maybe he wakes up on the wrong side." I switch on the laptop.

"His eyes filled with hatred as if he wanted to swallow me alive." Jess shuddered.

"Wasn't you are willing to be eaten alive by him?" I mocked her.

"Forget it, someone as handsome as him not suitable to be a couple."

"Why?"

"Because I hate rivalry and face with slutty flies. It's only invited many suffering than happiness. I am content with my current loving husband" Jess said while her eyes on the file in front her.

"Right." I nod in agreement.

Driving back to home, my mind filled with words I arranged to explain today behaviour at him. I beat him at home today. My body jump when I heard the door click. Damn, I fell asleep when waiting him.

"It is so late." He stares me for a second before turning his eyes to another sight.

"Had been invited to business party."

"Oh, okay." Meaning he doesn't need to eat. The man straight to bathroom. I take his clothes as I make my way to the kitchen. If I know he had a party, I will eat first. When I put his clothes in the washing machine, I spotted a lipstick at the neck. Quickly, I throw the clothes in the machine.

"Seem like you're right, Jess." I mumbled as I go to the kitchen. I heat the food and silently eat it alone.

After washing the dirty dishes, I get back to the bedroom. The light already got dimmed but I haven't spotted Russel anywhere. Argh, whatever. He might still in the bathroom taking his sweet time. I read some art article in a smartphone.

Getting immersed in the article, I hadn't noticed Russel already in front me. My eyes separated from the smartphone when I felt a cold finger run across my face. I flinched when meeting the unreadable ashen eyes. He took my phone and put it on the bedside table.

"Can I have you tonight?" His word sent a bolt of shuddering around my skin.

"But..." Before I finished the word, Russel had push me landing on my back. He is like a predator hovering over his prey. A cold droplet from his wet hair fell on my cheek. This man had bathed in cold water. In slow motion, he lips latched on mine. This is the second kisses I got from him. The first one was on the small family gathering after we registered the marriage.

"Ah... ah..." I moan slightly when his finger crawling under my shirt, pinching the buds on my chest. My body shameless response to his touch.

"You will feel better later." My body jolted when he whispered slowly in my ear.

"I... haven't prepare yet." I'd replied to him. At the moment the word of resistance never appeared in my mind.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He kisses me again. This time he pried open my mouth and darted in each corner inside there. Like a hungry wolf, he devoured me without giving me any room for any protestant.

Like dutiful husband I took his bait, remembering everything I ever read about the sex between two men. I follow his guide and the lust in me quite different from the one I tasted before. He gives me a sense of adventure and joyful and also exciting. He caress, licked and whispers, all of its send a feeling of safety, swatting all the insecure in me.

From the way his skilful handling my body, I can guess he had a dozen bed partners, male and female. But the think didn't give me any shit feeling. I enjoy his caresses and one in a while my mouth involuntarily leaves out a grunted sound when he stopped caress me.

"Wait, I need to prepare you properly." His voice sound like the potent aphrodisiac. My hand circle around his hand when I spotted him want to get up. I had addicted to his touch.

"Wait a second, I need to get the lube. Gay sex not like a woman." Unwillingly, I release my grip, following his step to the mirror table. He took a blue bottle and return to the bed again. The anticipant in me in high level.

"May I...." He asks the permission again.

"Yeah..." My face heating as I answer him.

He unbutton my shirt, tugs off my pants caused my body jolted from the cold air. He resumed the action again, igniting the desire in me. My eyes widened when his finger trace the semi hardened at my lower part. From the glassy eyes, I could see he enjoyed teasing me.

"Please..." Now I sound like an eager sex crazed.

"Okay..." He kissed me again while I tugged his bathrobe off, revealing his perfect tone shoulder, chest and well his lower part. Although I can't see it very well in my current position.

He tugged my underwear and get in between my thighs when I try to close it in shame. He fingers skilfully stimulate my fully hardened dick. He used the ooze pre-cum to lube my shaft. I felt a sense of losing when he stopped to caress it. When I open my eyes, I see him pour the blue liquid into his palm.

Then, smeared it around my back entrance. I didn't shake too much since I kind of familiar with this stage. I bit my lips, praying nothing got in my way this time in losing the virginity. I don't feel any sadness losing it to someone I barely know. But, no matter what this man entitled as my husband. Thus he is the owner of this body. What he is doing is basically legal.

He inspects my face when one of his finger probes in, "Shit! Are you still virgin?" His statement as if a horror reality for me.

"Hmm... ye..s" I said half whispering. He sighed a little before continuing again.

"Don't worry, I won't let you feel the pain." I nod in agreement. From what I had read, the first time experience is worse in a gay relationship. Unless your partner either an experience person or study it thoroughly before going beyond the jerk phase.

"Don't cover your face." The word drifts into my ears when I try covering my face. "Tell me if you feel discomfort or pain."

"O...ah... kay." I moan when sensing his finger brushes inside me. Then, he added another fingers causing me frowned. He pours the same cold liquid again and scissoring inside until one of his fingers brush something inside me.

Without warning I spurt my seed over his chest, some flying over his cheek. Forgetting his fingers still in me, I hastily arched to him in order to wipe the tainted liquid on his cheeks. The sudden pain caused by my movement bring back the piece I almost forget.

"Please lay back... it is okay." He used another free hand and wipe the stained.

"Sorry... I should warn you first."

"Never mind... this is a common accident is you have sex with virgin gay." He slowly pushes me back into the bed resuming the action loosening the entrance.

The moans and pants filling the bedroom space. I felt worst becoming a passive receiver. I didn't serve him well yet he had properly prepared me. When I lose in my thought he inserts the third fingers. This time the pain is obvious. He rest for a while as his free hand roaming around my chest and playing my hardened shaft again.

Later, I felt something different, bigger, and hot ramrod replacing the fingers. A true pain searing from the back entrance and automatically my body try to repel it. I opened my eyes, seeing his face also contorted with the pain from clenching effect.

"Eric, relax. It only hurt both of us further if you try to resist it." Russel pumps my shaft to pacify the pain I felt.

Once I relax, Russel immediately fully embedded his hardened shaft in me. I scream when he suddenly entered. My body is shaking and tears coming out from my eyes. Really, the pain is not some joke to tell. My body calm as Russel didn't move to give a room adjusting to his shape.

"I will move now." I prepared my mind to receive the same pain again. Yet, the pain didn't come. Only a dull sensation as his slowly move inside. He rhythms change too fast once he sees me begin enjoying the slow friction.

The slow and fast paces movement caused my shaft to once again stand up for attention. Russel didn't miss the sign and slowly fondling my shaft along the sac. The sensation I felt right now can't describe by words. Maybe this is what they called as a euphoria feeling. I don't mind to taste a same pain again if in the end I got this result.

"I... want to cum again... please." I plead when he also sinks in the deepen lust.

"Let's do it together." His rhythms become faster. A few minutes later, we spurt at the same time. I felt his hot seeds flooding into me. If I am a woman maybe I would deliver his heir in next nine months. The intimate continues until we lost count and I fell asleep in his warm embrace.

A/N

Hi guys happy weekend. Hope you will enjoy this update. See you next time.