Keith had planned to surprise David with a picnic in the park near the funeral home. He'd pick him up, unannounced, perhaps blindfold him and take him to the park. There was a nice, secluded area that he'd checked out earlier, next to the small pond. It was perfect – a smooth, grassy area surrounded by a group of trees – secluded but not completely closed off from the rest of the world. It was the perfect setting to surprise David with an anniversary picnic.

It had been a year since David had moved in. Sometimes Keith couldn't believe it – the time seemed to pass so quickly. Of course he knew David was the one with whom he'd spend the rest of his life, so a year was really just a small measure of the time they would have together. Then again, there were times he thought they'd never make it through the year. There had been Nate's surgery and recovery, Rico's partnership, his own suspension from and reinstatement to the LAPD, Karla's legal problems, the custody issues over Taylor – he was amazed that they had made it through all of that. Yet the love they shared would not have allowed them to fail. He'd known from the first moment he'd set eyes on David in church that they would be together. If only David had realized the same thing sooner – they had wasted so much time. But none of that mattered except for the fact that it had gotten them to this point. And today would have been the perfect celebration – Ruth was picking Taylor up from school and keeping her overnight, and Nate and Rico were taking care of the business, so when Keith surprised David just before noon, they'd have the rest of the day and the entire evening to be alone. It had been perfectly planned – except for the fucking rain. It was absolutely pouring outside and didn't show any signs of stopping. Keith had to laugh about it – like everything else surrounding their relationship, there always seemed to be some surprise.

Well, maybe this would work out for the best. Keith simply had to readjust the surroundings. He'd moved the couch, the coffee table, and another "David surprise" out of the way and set up the picnic on the living room floor. It would still be a big surprise to David. Keith couldn't help but smile to himself, imagining David's reaction. He'd laid the blanket on the floor, the picnic basket in the middle of it, candles to either side, fresh flowers sprinkled about on the blanket. He'd been planning this for two weeks, so he'd also made a CD for the occasion – a nice compilation of some of their favorite songs, from Janet Jackson to Marc Anthony to Frank Sinatra. Keith was looking forward to hearing "All The Way" – not from Mr. Sinatra, but from David. He loved it when David sang that song to him.

He had it all covered. He'd spent the morning making a baked salmon, pasta salad, a fruit salad and a decadent little chocolate cheesecake for dessert. The wine was chilled, the glasses ready – he just needed to set up the place settings and go pick up the love of his life. Keith was actually thinking the "living room picnic" might work out better after all – it was more private and they could do whatever they felt whenever the mood struck them. "Yes, this is better," Keith thought. In addition to planning the location, menu and music, he'd also planned an evening of mad fucking. Things just might get a little rough and loud, so being home could work to their advantage! Again, Keith had to laugh to himself, "If only David knew what I plan to do for him, with him, to him . . ."

He had everything ready – why the hell was he so nervous? He wanted to do something nice and romantic for David. They had their weekly dinner dates, but this had to be special. He hoped all his planning and dreaming would make the rest of the day perfect.

Keith arrived at Fisher and Sons shortly before noon. Nate winked knowingly at him as he entered via the main door. "David's downstairs talking to Rico. You going down or would you like me to tell him to come up?" Nate asked. "Would you mind getting him?" Keith replied. "No problemo, be right back," Nate said.

David was annoyed that Nate could not take care of whoever was waiting upstairs. All Nate had told him was that there was someone waiting upstairs who insisted on dealing with David. David stomped up the stairs and made a sincere effort to regain his composure before confronting whoever had interrupted his meeting with Rico. He saw nobody in the foyer, nobody in the main "slumber room", and then heard a noise in one of the draped, private side rooms. Whoever it was certainly made their way around easily enough. Pretty nervy of them to just roam about the funeral home! - another thing to piss David off even more.

He trudged into the room to find Keith standing there! "Keith!? What are you doing here? What's the matter? Is Taylor okay?" David ran off a stream of questions before Keith could even say hello. Keith walked over to David, wrapped his arms around his waist, pulled him tight to his body and kissed him tenderly but thoroughly. Keith pulled back from David's lips, smiled and said only, "Hey baby." "Hi," David replied, puzzled.

"Thought I'd wait for you here. This room holds a special memory for me," Keith teased. Of course they both recalled their lust-filled encounter in this room during the wake for Nathaniel Sr. The room still had not been repainted and the slight stain from Keith's orgasm remained on the wall. It was virtually impossible for anyone who did not know it was there to even notice it – but they both knew it was there and it was a reminder of a very special moment for them. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" David asked. "What makes you think anything is wrong? Maybe I just came to surprise you with a lunch date." Keith said. "Shut the fuck up, Keith," David laughed, "That would be a first. Now tell me what's going on." "I'm taking you . . . to lunch," Keith said. "I'm in the middle of a meeting with Rico, can you wait for a little while?" David asked. "No, we are leaving right now," Keith replied.

Keith grabbed David's hand and led him from the side room through the slumber room, intent on making his way to the door. Both Nate and Rico stood in the slumber room as they entered, wearing stupid grins on their faces. "All right – what the hell is going on?" David barked. Rico, Nate and Keith all looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Just go already, would you?" Nate said. Keith had not relinquished his grip on David's hand and just kept leading him to the door. "Thanks, Nate - Rico," Keith said as he opened the door, "I appreciate it." Nate couldn't resist – he intoned in his 2001 HAL voice: "Goodbye, Dave." David gave Nate a puzzled sidelong glance and a tilted smile as he rolled his eyes upward. With that, Keith and a very confused David were out the door and running through the rainstorm to Keith's waiting SUV like newlyweds heading for the honeymoon getaway car.

"Keith, what the hell is going on?" David repeated once they were on the road. Keith would not answer David except to say, "Just calm down, David. It's a surprise." He offered David the smile that lit up his face and could melt David like a pat of butter in the blazing sun. David knew nothing was wrong once he saw that smile. He reached over and kissed Keith on the cheek. "Whatever you're up to, thank you in advance. I'm sure it's a wonderful surprise," David whispered. Again, Keith could only smile and laugh a little. He laid his hand on David's thigh and squeezed slightly, then rubbed it for a few minutes.

Keith made David wait in the hallway outside the apartment so he could light the candles and dim the lights. Once that was done, he returned to the hall, took David into his arms again, kissed him solidly and let him into the apartment. "Oh my God, Keith, it's beautiful!" David exclaimed. By the window, he saw another surprise – his favorite TV chair, rescued from storage, sprinkled with rose petals and adorned with an accent pillow. David exhaled in surprise as his face formed the wide-eyed, open-mouthed expression that Keith loved so much.

Smiling, Keith came up behind David, wrapped his strong arms around David's waist, licked his neck and gently tugged on his earlobe with his teeth. "I'm glad you think so. Take off your jacket and stay awhile. . . stay forever," Keith whispered in his ear. "What is this all about?" David asked, as he removed his jacket. "Baby – you came into my life a long time ago, then you left me for a little while. I knew we would find each other again. It was a year ago today that you moved into the apartment and I knew we were forever. Happy Anniversary, David. I love you," Keith told him. David started to cry.

David moved into Keith's embrace, wrapped his own arms around Keith's waist and hugged him so hard Keith could not breathe. "Thank you," David said. "Thank you so much for this. I can't believe you did all this for me. I didn't even realize today was special." "David, with you, every day is special to me," Keith sighed. "Now before we eat, go change into something comfortable while I set everything up," he continued.

David took off to the bedroom to change. When he got there, he found a single red rose on the bed with a card below it, addressed to him. David opted to change his clothes before reading the card. He hurried into some jeans and a t-shirt, remained barefoot, returned to the bed and picked up the card. He was still so overwhelmed by Keith's thoughtfulness he could barely open the envelope. "Happy Anniversary. I knew I loved you from the moment I saw you..." it said on the front. Inside – "...and I have loved you every moment since." Below the printed verse, Keith had written "You are the love of my life, David. I am yours forever, Keith." David sat on the bed, still holding the card, and began to cry again. He sat there for a few minutes, regaining his composure, then made his way back to the living room.

Keith had laid out their lunch on the blanket, poured the wine, and started the music. David noticed all of it, but he could not take his eyes off Keith. Keith – his one true love, his soul mate, his life partner. David, eyes wide and misty, was still holding the card from Keith as he walked over to him, wrapped his arms around him and kissed him like he had never been kissed before. David completely covered Keith's full lips with his own perfectly bowed pair, sucking in their sweetness before allowing his tongue to explore Keith's mouth and tongue. It was a kiss full of passion and tenderness, gentle yet decisive, tentative yet undeniable. Keith could not contain his "growl" and it escaped from somewhere deep inside. The kiss was so intense, so heartfelt, so warm and welcome, that Keith found himself weak in the knees. David couldn't stop. He wanted to savor the taste of this man, keep it with him forever. He could barely breathe, could feel his chest ready to burst for lack of air – he relinquished Keith's lips momentarily, just long enough for each of them to catch their breath. Panting, eyes brimming with new tears, David dropped the card on the picnic blanket, wrapped his hands around Keith's smooth head and kissed him so deeply they had no idea where David's tongue ended and Keith's began. Keith pulled David so tightly to his body he could feel David's heart racing, almost matching the frantic pace of his own. They kissed . . . and kissed . . . and kissed, tasting the salty tears of one another, the juices of the other's mouth, the feel of the other's tongue. When the kiss finally ended, they were both crying, both in awe of the other, both aware that they were where they belonged – in the arms of their true love, forever. They rested their foreheads against one another, smiling and closing their eyes as the tears came.

"David," Keith whispered. "Shhhhh, Keith," David whispered back, "You don't have to say another word. I have never loved you more than I do at this minute. Thank you for all of this. For the thought and the planning. For the card. For loving me." As David finished, Keith again pulled him into his powerful embrace and held him for what seemed like forever. When they finally allowed a little room between their bodies, they realized "All The Way" had started playing on the stereo. Without having to ask, David looked into Keith's eyes and began to sing to him. He knew how Keith loved it when he sang this particular song to him and he wanted nothing more in that moment than to make Keith smile. David's expression became sleepy and sexy while he crooned: "When somebody loves you, it's no good unless he loves you – all the way. Happy to be near you, when you need someone to cheer you – all the way," David sang to Keith, his voice soft, deep, and maddeningly sexy as he gazed at Keith with beautiful bedroom eyes. Keith momentarily closed his eyes against the staggering combination of David's looks and voice.

David paused long enough to kiss his lover again, then continued –"When somebody needs you, it's no good unless he needs you – all the way. Through the good or lean years, and for all the in between years – come what may. Who knows where the road will lead us, only a fool would say. But if you'll let me love you, it's for sure I'm gonna love you – all the way...all the way." David finished singing to Keith, who had tears in his eyes. "Keith, I love you so much," David said softly, brushing his thumb across Keith's cheek to wipe away the tears.

After another kiss they decided to eat lunch. They sat on the blanket and helped themselves to the food Keith prepared earlier that morning. Keith lifted his wine glass and proposed a toast – "To love, to life, to finding the one you are meant to be with and loving them completely." David and Keith clinked glasses and sipped their wine. They finished lunch and Keith brought out the chocolate cheesecake. He did not cut it - he merely sat across from David on the blanket and pulled out two forks. They fed each other the decadent dessert, enjoying the taste of the cheesecake, the creamy texture on their tongues, the slow removal of it from the fork, the mock orgasmic faces they made to entertain each other. When they finished, they cleaned up the blanket, put the food away, set the wine glasses and picnic basket aside and lay down next to each other on the blanket. It was still pouring outside, and the sound of the rain beating against the windows was relaxing. The candles added a soft glow to the room. Neither of them realized most of the afternoon had slipped away - they were enjoying each other's company too much.

Keith rolled over and, partially covering David's body, kissed him again. He sucked on David's pouty lips, traced them with his tongue, bit gently at them. He loved David's mouth. He not only loved the perfect bow of his lips, he loved the feel of them. He could kiss David for hours and never tire of it. And he knew David felt the same about his lips and kissing him as well. While he had plans for more than kissing, right now – that was all he wanted to do. He could tell David was getting aroused, as was he, but he made no move to do more - yet. He moved so he was lying a little more atop David, allowing better access to his mouth, and continued kissing him. He continued his exploration of David's mouth, lips and tongue with his own. He let David do the same and moaned when David grabbed his lower lip and sucked hard on it. He was sure it would be bruised later, but it felt too good to stop David now. He allowed his tongue to dart out and occasionally meet David's as he traced Keith's lips. As their lips met again, fully, and they permitted their passion to seep into the kiss, they both grew more aroused. Keith reached down and placed his hand over David's erection, rubbing and then gently squeezing. David's moans told him all he needed to hear.


Keith pulled himself up to kneel next to David and removed his t-shirt. He then removed David's t-shirt, unzipped David's pants and pulled both them off along with David's underwear, leaving David lying naked and aroused on the blanket.

Keith looked at David's body. He started with David's auburn, slightly tousled hair. Keith ran his fingers through it, enjoying the silkiness. He progressed over David's hooded brow – those expressive eyebrows and those dark, soulful eyes. As he looked into David's eyes, which were sometimes big and beautiful like a girl's, he noticed the usual air of self-criticism seep into David's look. He had never felt attractive enough to be with Keith. Keith could see it again in his eyes. How would he ever make David see how beautiful he was? Keith tried to convey his reassurance with a small, pained half-smile and a tiny shake of his head, as if to say, "If you don't know how beautiful you are by now…"

His gaze moved over David's high cheekbones, down to his perfectly bowed lips – which he could not help but lean over and taste with his tongue, and they tasted so good – to David's sculpted chin. From there, his eyes continued their journey along David's neck to his chest. David's milky white skin had always fascinated Keith. The difference between their skin tones was shocking and beautiful all at once. When they made love Keith never failed to notice how the mix of white and black looked so perfect and exciting. He continued his visual tour of David's body as his gaze moved down his stomach, past his belly button and to the beginning of his pubic hair. The soft, brown curls seemed as much a protective barrier as they were inviting. Keith could not help but run his fingertips through them. Keith could feel David hold his breath briefly as he played with those curls and felt the sudden release of his breath as Keith ceased his amusement and moved his gaze over David's half-aroused cock. David had a beautiful dick. It was perfectly proportioned whether aroused or not. In his currently semi-aroused state, Keith could not help but think that it was almost pointing at him – he laughed a bit at that thought, and continued his assessment of David's anatomy. He could see David's balls eagerly seeking attention and made a mental note to satisfy that call in a few minutes. He loved David's balls – they were a beautifully matched pair. They were a perfect fit for Keith's hand and he loved to play with them whenever he had the opportunity. He imagined himself caressing them with both his hands and his mouth and could not wait much longer for that chance. He finished his visual exploration of David's body by allowing his gaze to travel down David's finely shaped thighs, over his knees and down his calves. David's legs were amazing. He had dancer's legs – strong, powerful and well-defined. Finally – Keith glanced at David's toes, half-curled in anticipation of things to come. How he loved to suck those toes!

David reached over and unzipped Keith's jeans. Keith stood to remove his pants and underwear as well. David closely studied his lover's beautiful body, in reverse order from the way Keith had just studied his. He admired the smoothness of Keith's feet. Not only were they a nice size, but his toes had always demanded David's attention, be it from his hands or from his mouth. Keith had the most powerful legs David had ever seen on a man, from his calves to his thighs. Powerful was always the first word that came to David's mind. As his gaze traveled up Keith's legs, his eyes came in contact with Keith's cock and balls – staring at him, it seemed. He was well-endowed and David had initially doubted he would be able to take all of Keith in when they'd first made love. Keith was gentle though, and David had learned to accept his girth and satisfy his lover. David loved the feel of Keith's balls in his hands, in his mouth, on his tongue. They were warm and inviting. The small black curls surrounding the area teased David. While he loved the softness of the curls, they tickled when he was licking or sucking Keith. David's gaze reluctantly moved up Keith's stomach, past his "innie" belly button – which David loved to slip his tongue into and explore, since it drove Keith wild - to Keith's broad chest. His chest was sparsely covered with hair, enough to feel good when his own body rubbed against it, but not enough to get in the way of business to be conducted. He could see the quickening pace of Keith's breathing in the rise and fall of his chest as he continued his own visual tour of Keith's body. His arms were strong and sturdy, perfectly toned and muscular. David loved to suck on Keith's nipples, and intended to do just that very soon, as well the hollow between his neck and shoulder - that was one of David's favorite spots on Keith. His gaze continued to Keith's full, soft, slightly parted lips – to nibble, suck and lick them was a constant desire of David's. What could he say about Keith's strong jaw lines, that damned dimple, his perfect nose, those beautiful eyes and that bald head?

Just looking at Keith aroused David at times. This was one of those times. He'd always found Keith's warm chocolate skin to be strangely complimentary to his own vanilla tone. When they made love and their arms, legs and bodies were intertwined he could not help but notice how the mix of chocolate and vanilla seemed perfectly balanced – like the perfect ice cream swirl.

"Damn, David," Keith said softly, "I love it when you look me over like that." David laughed quietly, saying nothing. Keith knelt back down next to David and reached over to the picnic basket. From the basket he removed the condoms and the lubricant. "Never hurts to be prepared," he remarked to David with a little laugh. "Actually, I did not have these in here until the rain changed my plans. I thought it might not be a bad idea to have them close at hand." With that he winked at David, leaned over and kissed him again. Keith lay on top of David and continued to kiss him, while his hands ran up and down the length of David's torso. Each time his hands came to David's hips he curled his fingers underneath to knead David's ass a bit and then continue down his thighs. He moved his own body gently up and down David's, his legs inside David's, allowing him to push back and forward, skin rubbing skin, thighs rubbing thighs, dick rubbing dick. He could feel not only his own growing erection, but David's as well.

Keith slowly backed himself down David's body, leaving a small trail of saliva where his tongue licked and his lips kissed; from David's lips, along his neck, down to his nipples – where his mouth visited briefly of its own accord – down the middle of David's chest, around his belly button to the beginning of the "barrier" he had gazed upon earlier. As David was already semi-aroused, Keith not only had access to his cock, but to the twins below begging for attention. Keith briefly licked David's cock, took it into his mouth to be sucked once or twice, but really needed to feel those balls. He released David's cock from his mouth, vaguely noticing David's moan, and took in David's balls. He ran his tongue over and around them, gently sucking them as he reveled in the feel of them in his mouth. "Keith," David moaned very softly. "Baby, please." There was something in the way David called him "baby" that drove Keith wild with love and desire. Keith responded with that low growl of his and continued to take pleasure in the taste and texture of "the twins", as he affectionately called them. Although his own erection was very much in need of attention itself, he was not ready to relinquish the hold his mouth had on David's balls. He could feel David beginning to squirm and could see he was more than ready for him. Keith begrudgingly released "the twins" from his mouth, but spent a few moments nuzzling the underside of David's scrotum with his nose, tickling it with flicks of his tongue. Finally, he ran his hands down David's legs and guided them to a bent position.

David watched as Keith opened and put on a condom, squirted some lube into his hand and covered his cock with it, then reached down to grease David's beckoning anus. He tossed the lube aside and moved into position to enter David. David began to roll onto his stomach but Keith stopped him. "Oh no, baby, I wanna see your face," Keith said. He leaned over to kiss David again before teasing him with his rock hard cock. He rubbed it around David's "pucker", inserting it just a little to give David a taste of things to come. He watched David's face and brow crinkle in anticipation. As Keith entered him a little further, David attempted to clench his muscles to prevent Keith from pulling back out. Keith was a little surprised by David's action and waited a few seconds before pulling out. David was rubbing and clutching Keith's arms while being teased. "Keith, please," David groaned. "Please, stop teasing me." "Patience, baby, patience," Keith replied. "Dammit, Keith, if you really loved me you would stop fucking around and FUCK ME!" David was almost yelling. David looked surprised that he'd said that aloud, Keith was amused by David's insistence and choice of words, and they both laughed. "Oh, God, Keith – please, don't make me beg," David pleaded. "Okay, no more teasing," Keith said. With that, he lifted David's legs over his shoulders and plunged into him. David tensed at the invasion then relaxed to accept all of Keith. Keith didn't move for a few seconds, enjoying the tightness and warmth of David. How he loved to be inside him.

Keith began to pump David. The sight of his chocolate dick disappearing into and reappearing from David's whiteness always captivated him. He wondered if David felt the same when he was pumping into Keith. He moved slowly and deliberately at first. He wanted David to feel every movement, every thrust, every twitch and pulse – and he did. David had grabbed his own cock and was stroking it while Keith sank in and out of him. Keith's rhythm quickened simultaneously with David's self-stroking. David was groaning, biting his lower lip, clutching Keith's arm and whispering Keith's name. Keith grunted with every forceful thrust into David. He was calculating with his timing, with the force of his thrusts, with the grind he had going on. David's legs pushed against Keith's back and he was throwing his pelvis against each thrust to fully receive Keith's cock. "David – damn, David," Keith moaned. He could feel the pulse of his rock-hard cock ready to burst. David was stroking himself frantically – on the verge of his own orgasm. He could have almost cared less about that. He wanted to feel Keith come inside him – could see by the look on Keith's face he was ready. Keith ground his cock into David more deeply than either of them thought possible and held it. He clenched his ass, braced himself and exploded inside of David. "Oh God, David," he cried. "Oh baby. Oh yeah." He held himself there for a minute, unwilling to let go of the warmth and tightness of David. He knew David had not come yet so he braced himself on one arm, grabbed David's dick with his free hand and stroked him like a madman. David was hard as stone and so ready – "Keith, please…" Keith stroked and squeezed for a minute or two until David exploded. Keith pulled out of David and lay next to him for a minute. He reached across the blanket for a napkin to wipe them off. He threw the napkin back into the basket to be disposed of later. He returned to his lover and half-covered him with his body – one leg over David's, an arm across his chest, and his other arm over their heads. He rested his head on David's chest, over his heart – feeling his racing heartbeat so closely in rhythm with his own. David kissed the top of Keith's head and whispered, "I love you, baby."

Keith got up for a minute to blow out the candles and grab a blanket and a couple of pillows from the bedroom. He returned to David, put one of the pillows under his head, threw the other next to him and lay back down in the same position from which he'd just stood. He wasn't nearly ready to lose the warmth of David's body pressed against his own. He covered them with the blanket, cocooning the two of them against the cold of the outside world, and as they listened to the rain beating against the windows, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

 

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