“It’s not exactly a creepy toy museum, but I hope you like it just as much.” Ethan stepped aside and let Crow take in the scene in front of him.

There was an archway made by thick, twining branches and emerald green ivy, looped through with twinkling fairy lights. Beyond the archway was a square patch of grass, right smack in the center of the private garden, surrounded by round rocks in all kinds in shades of tan and gray and white. There was an antique street lamp next to the square of grass, it’s arched neck hanging over the patch and shining down with its soft orange light. The garden itself was walled in by tall Wonderland-looking hedges that were filled with blossoming roses in all kinds of different colors, giving them a fantasy book feel even though they were still in the middle of New York City. A small pond bubbled in the corner as a bamboo fountain poured water into the pond. The garden was located inside the central courtyard of a five-star hotel, and so it was pretty well insulated from the sounds of the city. Since there was no ceiling, some sound did drift in, but it was worth it so they could look up at the night sky, framed by the building. There were no windows looking down at the picnic area, so they didn’t have to worry about any peeping toms.

“This is…” Crow looked from the picnic to Ethan. “Beautiful. Thank you.”

“You deserve it. Something completely private, completely serene, and completely for us. Besides, I did say I owed you yesterday.” Ethan wrapped his arm around Crow’s lower back, pulling him in and kissing the side of his head. He couldn’t get enough of having his lips somewhere on Crow’s body. Anywhere. He didn’t care, so long as it was Crow he was kissing.

“This is perfect.” Crow started in through the archway, Ethan right next to him, his hand finding Crow’s. Their fingers locked together. They walked to the patch of grass first, going toward the pink and white plaid blanket that had been laid out in the center. There was a heavy whicker basket in the center, opened up with three different trays coming out of it. There were all kinds of cheese, meat, crackers, and spreads. He had found out about the private garden only a few days ago and was lucky to have been able to book it on such short notice.

“You’re crazy,” Crow said, shaking his head while wearing a wide, sexy smile. “I don’t deserve all this.”

“Are you kidding me? You deserve this and more. If I could hand you the world right now, I would.”

Ethan chuckled, his eyes taking on a devilish glint as his mind went reeling back to yesterday’s after show, when Crow was performing to a crowd of hundreds while Ethan controlled the vibrations in his ass. It had been insanely hot and left Ethan with a lasting boner he was sure he would have to see a physician for.

Then he remembered he was a doctor and went back to lusting over Crow.

The wind picked up then, a gentle breeze caressing them. It was summer in New York, and so the days were hot but the nights were bearable. It helped that the both of them were in jeans and a t-shirt. Ethan considered dressing up in a suit for the surprise, but he thought he would be running the risk of turning into a sweaty mess before the part of the night when being a sweaty mess was hot.

Then again, Crow could sweat at anytime of the day and I’d still find it so fucking hot.

They walked hand in hand to the picnic area. They sat down and enjoyed the cheeses and wine, laughing and talking about anything and everything. They talked about Ethan’s missionary trip to Haiti and Crow’s volunteer trip to plant trees in Australia. They laughed over the prank they had pulled on Frankie last week and they discussed what they thought about Jordan’s new-found upbeat attitude. By the end of the picnic, Crow’s head came to lean on Ethan’s shoulder and their conversation turned a shade deeper. Ethan’s hand glided higher, reaching Crow’s neck and giving him a gentle massage.

“Thank you,” Crow said. “For showing me that I actually have the ability to love.”

“What do you mean?”

“Before you came along, I swore I was broken. I wrote about love and finding someone’s soul mate, but I felt like that would never happen to me. I dated some pretty good guys, but none of them ever lit me up in the way I sang about. Yet everything seemed fine on paper. It should have all added up and I should have at least felt a spark. But I was always pretty bleh about them. Just empty. I guess in your case, you blocked yourself off from love. In mine,” Crow took a pause. “I was scared I couldn’t feel it in the first place.”

Ethan kissed the top of Crow’s head. “We both had lessons to teach each other.”

“It all started with that whiskey,” Crow said with a chuckle, reminding them both of that night they first met. “And with this whole stalker thing, you’ve been nothing but amazing. I don’t think I’d be nearly as sane as I am now if you hadn’t been around to hold me down. Without you, I know that I’d be obsessed with it. It would have driven me crazy. I’m normally a pretty big scaredy-cat, but you give me a strength I never realized I had.”

Ethan stomped down a tendril of fear that crept up at the mention of the stalker. He wasn’t going to allow himself to feel that fear. It only gave the stalker the power they were looking for. Instead, he was going to hold on to the hope that the police would figure out who it was soon. He would focus only on Crow and making sure he was ok, in every sense of the word.

“Well hopefully we won’t have to deal with it much longer.” Ethan held Crow a little tighter. Crow practically melted into his grip, molding to his body. They made a perfect shape together.

A few moments of silence followed before Crow looked up into Ethan’s eyes. There was a deep connection there, one that Ethan felt so fucking lucky to have. It was love. Ethan could see it plain and clear. Pure, unadulterated love.

Ethan had to seal the moment with a kiss. He brought his fingers to Crow’s chin and lifted his face higher so their lips could meet once again. The kiss was warm and quick to burn, like a brush fire tearing through a drought stricken countryside. His insides burned with a need to have Crow. To become one with him. He wanted all of Crow. Needed it.

The kiss grew stronger. More passionate. Fingers started pulling at clothes. Tugging until buttons popped loose. Rubbing over growing bulges, grabbing zippers and pulling them down. Soon, both men were standing naked under the light of the streetlamp. They smiled as they pressed their bodies together, kissing once again as their cocks crossed and pressed against the other and heat rolled off them both in waves. Ethan’s hands came down to squeeze on Crow’s juicy ass, giving them both firm holds before he slipped a finger between the crack. Crow jerked at the feeling, but he didn’t pull away. Ethan continued to play with his hole as their kiss grew even more fiery. Ethan could feel Crow’s precome smear across his belly as their hips pressed toward each other.

Ethan glanced toward the entrance of the garden, making sure he had thrown the lock on. He went back to kissing Crow before he took a step back, admiring the sexy musician underneath the artificial light. The shadows highlighted all his muscles, making them pop, his tan skin glowing underneath the light, his fat cock jutting out ahead of him. Ethan couldn’t help but reach out and grip him tight.

“I want you to fuck me,” Ethan whispered, biting Crow’s earlobe in the process. Crow’s cock gave a throb in Ethan’s grip.

“Let me play with you first,” Crow said, “give you a little taste of what you did to me.” His voice was gravely and so damn fucking swoon-worthy. Ethan smiled as Crow guided him back down onto the soft plaid picnic blanket. Crow grabbed their discarded shirts and bundled them up, placing them underneath Ethan’s head so he had a make-shift pillow to lay on.

Ethan looked up at a smiling, dreamy-like Crow. The night sky painted the background a dark blue. A few stars surprisingly managed to twinkle through the city’s light pollution. Well, one was a plane, but still, it was romantic and perfect and everything Ethan ever wanted. He looked into Crow’s eyes, seeing a deep pool of love reflecting back at him. Ethan pushed up and kissed Crow. Their lips crushed together. Possession and love. Lust and passion. Promises and hopes. Everything was shared between them in that moment, and Ethan knew that there was so much more to come.

Crow pressed his stiff cock against Ethan as they kissed. Ethan felt his body cry out for Crow. He felt every muscle in his body relax as he pushed his ass against Crow’s cock. Feeling the slick tip pressed against his hole was pure bliss. He wanted it all and he was so close to just digging his fingers into Crow’s hips and pulling him in.

“I need you inside me,” Ethan whispered as they caught their husky breaths. They had gotten tested already and so the lack of condoms wasn’t a concern. “Please.”

Ethan was fucking begging. He wasn’t one to plead, but the word came out of his lips without any thought except that Crow needed to get inside of him. Crow brought his hand to his mouth and spat, using it to get Ethan nice and wet, spreading his cheeks with his fingers, sliding them across Ethan’s tight hole, teasing him with a tip before pushing a finger in past the knuckle. Ethan gasped, spreading his legs a little wider, his cock giving a rogue throb and leaking a rope of clear precome down onto his belly as Crow sunk his finger in deeper.

Then came the ‘come here’ motion, and fuck, did Ethan almost come right there and then. A man’s P-spot was no joke, and Ethan was certainly not laughing. His eyes shut tight as his hips bucked up, his ass tightening around Crow’s finger as he pushed on the magical button that sent every man over the moon and back, again and again.

“Fuck, Crow, that’s it. Finger my ass,” Ethan managed to say, encouraging Crow to go a little harder. “Fuck, right there. Yeah, use two fingers.”

Crow slipped his finger out, leaving Ethan feeling empty and needy, and spat on his hand again, bringing his fingers back to Ethan’s ass. He pushed two in past the tight ring of muscle, causing Ethan to moan and roll his eyes back. He tugged on his cock, but stopped short of jerking himself off. He didn’t want to blow too early, and with the way Crow was fingering him, he felt like that was a very real possibility.

“Please,” Ethan said again. “Fuck me.”

This time, Crow seemed happy to oblige. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed his own cock, lining it up with Ethan’s tight, wet hole. Ethan’s eyes rolled back as Crow pushed in, sinking halfway into Ethan. Both men groaned in pure ecstasy as Crow pulled back out. And then went right back in. Out. In. Out. In. They built a rhythm that rivaled that of one of Crow’s hits. Ethan felt Crow’s balls slapping against his ass as he thrust balls deep, burying himself inside of Ethan and giving him exactly what he needed. He cried out in pleasure, bucking up as Crow continued to fuck him, hard, giving him all he had. Ethan’s legs shook with every thrust, the intense pleasure overwhelming him.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” Ethan said, the entire English dictionary escaping him at the moment. The only words he could manage to say were ‘fuck’, and that was barely coming out. They both turned into grunts and moans. Sweat beaded across Ethan’s forehead as his toes curled in the air. Crow held his feet up higher, giving him better access.

Ethan started jerking himself off. His eyes were shut tight as Crow pounded into him. It was bliss. His balls tightened as his body quivered with an impending explosion that was set to rock Ethan’s entire fucking universe.

“Ethan, I’m going to come,” Crow grunted, his thrusts sporadic, some deep, others shallow. Ethan pushed his hips up, impaling himself on Crow’s cock, pushing him over the edge. Ethan clamped his legs around Crow, locking him inside as he unloaded in Ethan’s ass. Crow spasmed above Ethan as he filled him up with his seed. Shot after shot, Ethan could feel Crow pulsing inside him, giving him more and more of what he wanted. The feeling was enough to catapult Ethan over his edge. He shouted as the climax blasted through him, shooting ropes of warm come onto his belly, his ass clenching with every shot around Crow’s still-coming dick.

When the moment was over, Crow collapsed onto Ethan, his cock popping out of Ethan’s ass. They were both breathless and giggling like they were naughty teenager all over again. That was the kind of rush that came over the both of them. It was the type of rush that took you to a completely different time and place. Crow was everything to Ethan, and he was so fucking excited to have this every single day of his life.

“I love you so much,” Ethan said, kissing Crow as they laid down on the pillow of shirts. “You were thanking me earlier, but I should be the one thanking you.” Ethan swallowed back a sudden cry. The range of emotions he was currently riding were pretty extreme. He felt so relaxed, laying across from Crow and looking deep into his eyes, his body feeling like jello. That also brought other emotions. Intense relief and a powerful happiness. “I don’t know how much longer I would have been able to keep things together. I’m positive I was on the road to becoming an alcoholic physician. Someone who ends up getting their sad lives’ discovered because they were secretly drunk when they made a mistake on one of their patients. No exaggeration, that was where I was headed.” Ethan took a breath. He had never said that out loud. It was one of his biggest fears, and during the time, he was blind to see that it was happening. He would come home from a long shift and knock out an entire bottle of wine by himself. It had started as only a weekend activity until it began creeping into the weekdays. “I was just so damn sad. I didn’t know how to handle it. I thought there were no second chances and that I’d never be happy again.” Ethan smiled, a real, true smile. One that wasn’t propped up on a bottle of pinot. “You showed me that happiness is only one random bar performance away.”

A tear rolled down Crow’s cheek, wetting the white shirt underneath him. “Jesus, I’m sorry, Ethan.”

“It’s ok,” Ethan said, feeling for once in his life that things were truly ok. Hell, they were way better than just ok.

Whenever Ethan looked into Crow’s big brown eyes, he could see that things were truly perfect.