couldn't get mad at him for doing the same thing.
"I'm fine,” Marco said. “I understand.” He turned to Molly and Jasper and said, “Do you guys mind if we go to dinner another time?” He didn't feel like going out to celebrate without Frazier. It wouldn't have been the same. He often went to business events alone, but he rarely socialized without his partner.
Molly shrugged her shoulders and turned to Jasper. She forced a smile and said, “No, we understand.” Then she stood up. “We'll do it sometime next week. We'll take Frazier to the airport and grab something to eat on the way back."
Marco stood up and hugged Molly and Jasper. He was still in his robe. “Call me tomorrow,” he said to Molly.
"I will,” she said, giving him a strong hug.
Then Frazier looked into Marco's eyes. When Molly stepped back, he put his arms around Marco's waist and rested his palms on Marco's ass. Marco sank into his chest. He put his arms around Frazier's shoulders and closed his eyes. When he arched his back, he pressed his lips to Frazier's.
While they kissed goodbye, Frazier squeezed his ass so hard the robe rode up his legs and exposed his black underwear in front of everyone. When Marco was in Frazier's arms, there was no one else on the planet and he didn't care who was watching. He loved him just as much now as he'd loved him the first day they'd met. Frazier's masculine baseball-player body still made his knees weak. He thought his receding hairline was masculine and sexy. Frazier had a slight paunch, but Marco loved to kiss it. But more than that, Frazier's thick penis still made him want to fall on his knees and submit completely. This strong wonderful man was the love of his life, and he never took it for granted.
Yves was standing behind Marco. He looked to the side and stared up the ceiling with an uncomfortable expression.
Molly laughed. “Don't mind them, Yves. These two lovebirds have been doing this sort of thing in front of us for years. We're used to it."
Marco stopped kissing and adjusted his robe. Frazier's right hand was still on his ass. “I have to kiss my man goodbye properly,” he said. “Sorry if I embarrassed you, Yves."
"I think it's wonderful to see a gay couple so much in love,” he said. “I only wish I can find someone to love just as much one day. Don't be sorry."
Macro turned fast and smiled. “I have an idea. What are your plans, Yves?"
"Nothing.” He shrugged.
"Then why don't we go out for a cup of coffee and a quick bite?” Marco said. “We can talk and I can get to know you better."
"I'd love that,” Yves said, staring at Marco with wide eyes. “I'd be honored."
"It will be an early night,” Marco said. “I'm tired. But I'd like to get to know you better.” He purposely said he was tired because he didn't want Molly and Jasper thinking he'd blown them off. He just didn't feel like going out to an expensive restaurant with another couple and being the third wheel. At least with Yves, he wouldn't be alone and he wouldn't feel awkward.
Frazier looked at his watch and frowned. “We have to go now,” he said. “I still have to call the pilot from the car.” They had a private company jet in Teterboro airport, just across the river in New Jersey. It was always on standby.
"Have a good flight,” Marco said. “And don't pay attention to any good-looking young guys while you're down there.” Marco had a jealous streak, because he knew good-looking young guys were always flirting with Frazier, especially the young blond guys.
"You don't have to worry about that,” Frazier said. “I already have the best right here."
Marco kissed Frazier goodbye one last time, then all three of them left for the airport. When they were gone, Marco told Yves to sit down and wait, and he went into the bathroom to get dressed. He was looking forward to getting to know more about Yves. Though they were complete strangers, for the first time in a long time Marco felt as if he'd met