Chapter 8It rained on the Friday evening before the wedding. Sean didn’t sleep well because Armand didn’t come to bed until quite late. Saturday morning dawned with the clean, crisp fresh air of fall. Sean awoke in Armand’s arms trying to stretch without waking his soon-to-be husband. It was sheer torture last night to go to bed and not attempt to make love to the fascinating and enigmatic man beside him. He suspected that Armand felt the same and came to bed late on purpose.
Sean had f****d before but now he would know the rapture of making love. Armand stirred pulling Sean into the hard wall of his chest. Unlike most gay men, Armand didn’t wax his chest and it was a bit furry. Sean giggled. Considering what they were, furry was not inconsistent.
Armand opened one eye. “What has you gig
