15 comments/ 12262 views/ 27 favorites Pizza Boy Back at the Door Ch. 01 By: JKendallDane The story of Josh and Kyle continues into the new school year with new hopes, problems, and celebrations. * * * * * Author's note: Welcome to book two of "The Pizza Boy Trilogy." (Yes, there will be a book three also.) Those of you that are returning readers and fans, are already well-clued-in on what all has transpired up to this point. I hope you will continue to enjoy the newest adventures of Josh and Kyle working their way through college and now as a married couple. For those of you that are just discovering this series...while it isn't required...you would be best served and have far fewer questions, by reading book one first. "Pizza Boy at the Door" is published in its entirety here at Literotica. Chapter one is instantly accessible by clicking on this link: http://www.literotica.com/s/pizza-boy-at-the-door-ch-01-1 In either case, thank you for stopping by and let's get on with the story. JKD * * * * * Kyle glanced up at the clock on the wall of the reception area in the administration offices of the medical school at the university. Barely forty-eight hours had passed since his mother had once again reassured him at the airport in New York that she would be fine and that he needed to get himself and Josh back to Florida. "You have eighteen years of your life invested in your education, Kyle. Classes start in less than two weeks and you have a huge change planned. Beth, Susan, and I must go on, and so do you." Her simple motherly words had said without saying: 'Get on that plane. Case closed.' Josh had been completely supportive when Kyle told him of his intended new path. "You are the one that's going to be the doctor. That means you get to write the prescription whatever way you want. I just get to keep track of the pill bottles." He also turned totally serious with, "Plus, with me changing majors, I'll have plenty to keep me scrambling too, along with going back to knocking on doors delivering pizzas at night. But like everything else, we will get through it one simple way: Together and forever." Doctor Schwartz, his faculty advisor, had talked with him earlier in the day at length about the idea. He also suggested the meeting with the school's dean for further discussion before committing to a new direction. As Kyle stepped into Dean Logue's private office, he thought to himself: 'There wasn't any "suggestion" involved. It was a politely worded "order" is more like it.' "Please sit down, Kyle," were the words from Dean Logue after he and Kyle shook hands. "I can't tell you how shocked and sorry I was to hear about the loss of your father," came first as they both settled into chairs. "If there is anything any of us can do as you go through the adjustment period, please don't hesitate to ask," followed. "Thank you, sir. I've pretty much worked my way through the 'acceptance' stage at this point, and it's going well." Kyle gave the dean a confident smile he hoped would punctuate the reply. "So, Doctor Schwartz tells me that you are wanting to change your original intentions and also declare your specialization early. Correct?" "Yes, sir. I just feel drawn to emergency medicine now." Dean Logue leaned back in his huge desk chair, lacing his fingers together and tilting his head towards the ceiling in momentary thought. When he moved back forward, he questioned, "Are you certain your desire to be a surgeon has changed that much? Or are you letting the tragic circumstances you went through color your thinking?" "I understand what you are saying, Dean, but no. I have thought this through very carefully and discussed it with my family. And Josh also, of course." "Ah yes. I understand congratulations are in order." The dean was smiling as he sincerely spoke the next words. "Having someone to share life with and provide support based in love will help you greatly during the rest of med school and residency. I am truly happy for you both." Kyle smiled also and then said, "Thank you, sir. He has certainly already proven what a rock of support he can be when needed." Shifting quickly back to the business at hand, the dean said, "Doctor Schwartz has already approved your request. Getting mine is more of a formality than anything else. I just want to be positive that your decision is being driven more by true passion than by a desire to be a knight in shining armor riding in on the white horse to try to save the world." "I know you are using that metaphor to tell me that I won't be able to save them all, sir. Just like I couldn't save my Dad. I accept that I couldn't have even if I had already been the best trauma man on the planet and the accident had happened in an emergency room parking lot." Dean Logue leaned forward and rested his forearms on his large desk. "This is blunt, Kyle, but I have to ask it. Are you sure you can face death again as often as you will in an emergency room setting, and not have it affect you to where your talent and caring becomes compromised?" Kyle swallowed hard and then responded. "I don't think I have any choice, sir. I have to try. I know I won't be able to save every one of them, but each one that I do, will be a large victory for me...and in honor of the memory of my Dad and my grandfather." The dean closed his eyes and nodded at Kyle. "Your grandfather. The original 'Doctor Welby' wasn't he? Quite the general practitioner from the way I've heard you speak of him before." Kyle immediately livened-up, both smiling large and leaning forward in his seat as he spoke. "He was always my motivation to become a doctor. My parents may have planted the seeds of caring deeply for others, but it was Doc Gramps that nurtured it into the belief that I had the ability and could be even better than he was." With only a short pause, he added, "In fact, if I can't go the emergency medicine route, I would probably follow in his footsteps literally and become the best damn country doctor in Florida." "I have no doubt you would be, too," Dean Schwartz confirmed with a smile. Bringing the conversation back on track, he stated, "As you know, Kyle, you normally wouldn't be totally exposed to the different specialties until your third year, but I not only will rubber-stamp Doctor Logue's recommendation for you to take some advanced courses; but will also suggest that he slip you into what we call 'emergency room lab assignments' by the end of the fall semester if your goal stays the same. That would mean spending actual time in one. Mainly as an observer and extra pair of hands if needed, but I believe it would help you greatly so that you are certain how to concentrate your last two years of school." Kyle smiled and nodded. "Sounds like throwing me to the lions to see if I can cope and walk out of the coliseum...or freeze up and become dinner," he jested. Dean Schwartz chuckled at the image and then became serious. "To an extent, yes. But to be honest with yourself, wouldn't you rather make the discovery of which it would be, before the muzzles are removed from the lion's mouths and they are freed from their leashes?" "Is that your way of saying it's better to test myself from the safety of a front row seat instead of the lion's jaws first?" Kyle had to smile at the ongoing use of ancient Roman imagery they were using. The dean nodded. "Most definitely. And by being in the front row; much like watching the brave gladiator doing battle with the beast; you will still end up with experience and just enough blood on you to decide whether you are willing to daily wade into war on that level yourself." He added a knowing wink as he leaned back in the chair again. Kyle winked back. "Point made, sir," was all he said before standing up. "I guess I have my answer. Thank you for your time and the chance to explore what I see as my calling now." * * * * * As Kyle was finishing his meeting with the dean, Josh was in a nearby building completing a similar one with the English professor he had the previous semester for his creative writing elective. Since moving in with Kyle, he had devoted time almost each day to writing a novel. Sometimes it was only a few paragraphs, but other days hundreds and hundreds of words spilled from his fingertips. It was far from being finished or properly edited, but he wanted a critique on the rough draft. He sat silently as Professor Curtis quickly scanned the stack of pages Josh had handed over. "I want to read this thoroughly before I judge it, Josh," he began. "But I can say from what I have already seen from you in class and just like I have told you before, you have a serious talent and should further develop it. I have little doubt that this will also impress me." "So you think my idea of switching my planned major of business administration for a degree in English coupled with the writing specialization option isn't crazy?" He didn't admit that the hunger for the new direction he was considering was heavily based in a growing appetite for realizing the once thought impossible dream of someday becoming a published author. "Not at all, Josh. The works you completed in my basics course were all outstanding. You more than earned that 'A' from me and now I am seeing the passion come alive. You are only a sophomore at this point, so I would suggest you take a heavy concentration the next two semesters to see if that flame continues to glow brightly. If it doesn't and you need to make another change, then it won't be difficult." He paused shortly and added, "But my personal bet is..." He let the nodding of his head and the confident smile on his face complete the sentence as he used a finger to tap the manuscript on his desk. Josh's face had a smile on it, but inside he was jumping up and down with joy. Kyle's support of his writing had been greatly appreciated and motivational, but hearing this from his professor was seen as total vindication that his goal was more than a pipe dream. As he stood up and shook hands with Dr. Curtis, he forewarned, "Expect to see me in your 'creative non-fiction' course in two weeks." "And in the first row I hope," the professor said as he walked Josh to the office door. "I like having the best and brightest right up front." As he left the building and headed for the parking lot to meet up with Kyle, Josh snickered as he thought to himself: 'Maybe I should have Professor Curtis read and critique those pizza boy fantasy stroker stories I have already published on that Literotica site.' * * * * * As they pulled out of the university parking lot, Josh made a request. "Can we swing by the pizza shop before we go home, Kyle? I want to check the schedule and see if I can pick up a few extra shifts too. It's been two weeks without a paycheck already. At least I can pack in some hours before classes start again." "Sure baby," he replied as he flipped on the turn signal and headed the Hummer west instead of east. He started to offer Josh some cash to tide him over, but decided against it. 'He is so determined to be as self-reliant as he can be, and he is actually better with budgeting his money than I am,' he thought to himself. An idea suddenly entered his mind, one that would require making another stop on the way home. It made Kyle smile big, but Josh didn't notice. Once at the pizza shop, Josh nearly pulled him from the large truck. "Come on babe. Cody and Bryan are both here and they don't know we are married yet." The grin on his face said he was really looking forward to showing off their wedding rings. "Maybe we can help nudge them down the aisle too when they see how happy we are," he suggestively whispered as they walked into the shop holding hands. Kyle softly laughed while thinking, 'Only thing worse than a reformed smoker, is someone still on their honeymoon. They suddenly want everyone else they know, married too.' He then smiled as he realized that he felt the same way...wanting his closest friends to know the same peace and happiness he was experiencing. The reception was a mixed one. Cody and Bryan started with a poke or two at Josh for having taken two weeks off, but the jocularity quickly changed to a somber mood as they remembered the reason for the second week. Both guys immediately embraced Kyle and offered their words of sympathy on the loss of his dad. Kyle broke the uneasy silence that followed with a simple, "Thank you so much." As a near morbid quiet hung in the air again and in an effort to stop the replay of the funeral that was starting in his head, Kyle turned to Josh and asked, "So are you going to tell them before you burst?" There was a lilt in his voice that said: 'Let's talk about happy things instead.' Josh didn't speak, but rather grabbed Kyle's left hand with his and raised them both to show off the rings on their fingers. The grins on both their faces was only overwhelmed by the glow of shared love as they waited for the reaction. "No shit?" finally exploded from Bryan. "You guys got married? Like MARRIED married?" spewed out of Cody's lips. Suddenly the atmosphere in the shop changed from the previous quiet depression to one of celebration as Cody and Bryan hugged both Josh and Kyle and smothered them with congratulations. As they looked over the rings and listened to the description of the unique helicopter wedding ceremony over Niagara Falls, Bryan looked at Cody. Everyone laughed as he teasingly warned him with, "You had best come up with something to top that, or I'm going to dump you and steal Kyle from Josh." Turning to Kyle as he raised his palm for a high-five, he declared, "Damn, how fucking romantic." Twenty minutes later; after getting his schedule for the weekend and agreeing to come in some extra hours tonight to help train a new driver; Josh was sitting quietly in the Hummer as they headed back across town. He shot Kyle a 'what-the-hell?' look after his husband pulled into a parking slot at the bank he used and told Josh to come with him as he shut off the engine. He should have already known something big was up since Kyle only responded by mouthing, 'Trust me,' along with a wink. A half hour later, they exited the bank and crawled back up into the truck. Josh was still staring at the open checkbook in his hand as Kyle pulled back out on the roadway. "Guess this really makes it real," he stated as he continued to ogle the set of temporary checks the bank had printed off for them. Seeing 'Kyle and Joshua Roberts-Thomas' on them was almost surreal to him. "I thought the lady was going to shit herself when you told her you wanted them printed this way." Kyle chuckled. "Yeah, she wasn't real thrilled when we sat down and I told her we needed a joint account now that we were married. I still can't believe that she actually went to the branch manager before she would agree to opening the account with hyphenated names." He smiled as he remembered overhearing the female manager's response: 'Catch up with the times, Mary Lou. My wife and I have our names the same way on our accounts.' Josh started to laugh as he offered, "I think she was even less happy when we both automatically picked out the 'Tigger and Pooh' background for the new checks. She will probably go home tonight and burn any copies of Winnie-the-Pooh books she has for her kids." Kyle snorted at that one. "Wouldn't surprise me at all. She did come across as a member of the tight-ass, uber-fundamentalist club." He reached over and took Josh's hand in his. "To tell you the truth though, I kind of hope she goes home and re-reads the original book herself and discovers the message the story has for both kids and adults." Josh simply smiled and nodded his head in agreement. * * * * * Back at the house, Josh tossed the bank stuff on the coffee table as he flopped down on the couch. Kyle kicked off his sneaks and dropped beside him. Dangling his hand over the top of Josh's leg, he began strumming his fingers along the inside of his thigh. "So when do you have to go to work, sexy man?" A lustful grin appeared as he asked, "Got time for a practice delivery maybe?" Before Josh could answer, Kyle's face moved to his and sealed their lips together. His hand moved to undo the snap on Josh's jeans and then tugged the zipper down as he sucked on the tongue now in his mouth. Even though they had made love the previous night, this was the first time Kyle had been spontaneously playful since the accident and funeral. He surrendered willingly as Kyle stripped him first of his polo and then his shorts and briefs. Once naked, Josh slipped off the leather couch to his knees. He locked eyes with Kyle after pulling him off the sofa to his feet. While undoing his pants, he ordered, "Lose the shirt, stud." He licked his lips as Kyle's well-defined chest came in view and watched his lover's eyes as he dragged the jeans and boxer briefs down his furry thighs. Josh smiled internally when Kyle moaned loudly as his hard tool was swallowed. After having his bone expertly worked for a few minutes, Kyle pried it free of Josh's lip lock and lowered himself to join him on the floor. He held Josh's seeping rod in his hand as he announced, "Every fucking time you start sucking me that way, I want to sixty-nine with you." Without another word, Kyle stretched out on the large, soft area rug and trapped his husband's cock with his mouth. Josh filled both of his hands with hard ass cheeks and impaled himself with Kyle's flesh spear again, muffling the moans of pleasure trying to escape his throat. Kyle's finger teased Josh's boy flower as he kept his own mouth busy taking full swallows that started at the tip of Josh's leaking mushroom and bouncing his lips off the thick blond pubes at the other end of the quivering shaft. It didn't take too many of those repetitive full gulps to have Josh totally worked up. Soon thighs were gripping ears and ankles were crossed behind necks as both concentrated on giving the ultimate kiss to each other. Hip thrusts began to move in concert with each other. Sweet pre juices dribbled on each tongue and their yearnings grew stronger as their mouth gulps grew more intense. When the forewarning rumbling came from their groins, both naked bodies were undulating like gentle twin waves headed for the beach. Their bodies turned into quaking rigidity as one thick splash after another, after another, after yet another finally crashed onto the shoreline of their throats. As the initial euphoria receded like a wave returning to the ocean, they instantly spun and shared their still wet tongues and lips in afterglow kisses. Josh finally broke the cuddling embrace and spoke. "I don't want to, but I need to get ready for work, babe." "I know you do, baby," Kyle replied with an exaggerated downward turn of his lips. Then he reversed them into a huge smirk. "But maybe I can get another delivery later tonight if I call and ask for my favorite pizza boy...right?" Josh pasted his own smirk on his face. "You know the drill. You wanna be my number one customer, all you have to do is call and request 'Josh'...and tip well of course." Kyle groped Josh's deflated cock and grinned. "Maybe we can both be the ones doing the 'tipping' tonight. You guys still have that 'Two-for-One ~ Flip Fuck' special don't you?" Josh let loose with a giant laugh and then hugged his man. "Only for the most special customers, babe. And lucky for you, the last time I checked, you were the only one on that list for me." He patted Kyle's ass as he stood up to go take a needed quick shower. "I'll call you when I get done and see what you want for dinner since I think I already know what you have in mind for dessert." * * * * * Once he had clocked in at the shop, Josh slipped into the small office to join Cody and who he assumed was the new guy he would be training on the fine art of delivering pizzas. A quick perusal said they were close in age, was maybe an inch or two taller than Josh, had a similar build, and hair that was dusty blond like his own. The face was something else though. Somewhere between well-chiseled and almost too cute. Twink cute. The leering smile the new guy shot him set off his gaydar so strongly when Cody introduced them, that Josh nearly missed his name. Pizza Boy Back at the Door Ch. 01 "Did you say, 'Josh meet Josh,' Cody?" was the question he poised as his head snapped back and forth between his old friend and the cute young guy he was being assigned for the night. Cody grinned at him and replied, "Yeah. That's his name, but he will be on the schedule as 'JJ' so you guys don't get confused. I know how easy that happens with you blond boys." "Good to meet you, Josh," came with an offered hand. "Cody says you are the best." The comment also came with an extensive scan of Josh's body by the new guy. As they shook hands Josh thought to himself that the squeeze went far longer than needed and the eye contact between them came with more than a hint of unrestrained lust. Quickly breaking the handshake, Josh said, "Let's get to it, JJ." A second rapid scan of Josh's body and a wink came along with the next words. "I like the way you think, Josh." Josh didn't miss the meaning and gave Cody a 'Why the hell me?' stare. Cody only pinched his lips together to hold in the laugh that was showing all over his face. "Be sure to show him all the 'ins and outs' of making a hot delivery," he deadpanned as the two guys left the office. Josh flipped him the bird and shot back an expression that said he was not at all amused. Josh spent time explaining how to clock delivery runs in and out on the computer and going over the huge delivery area map covering one entire wall. More than once, this new guy had sided up against him as he talked, and Josh was beginning to feel like a new piece of meat in a gay bar. As he had JJ bag up the two pizzas ready to go out, he loudly stated to Cody, "Kyle will probably be calling in an order later. Make sure you know which 'Josh' he wants." Before he doubled over laughing, Cody sputtered out, "But what if he requests a 'twofer' special? You both gonna deliver it?" That only got him a double middle finger salute as Josh nudged the new guy to the exit door. As fate would have it, the delivery was going to one of the customers on the far edge of the shop's service area. One that was on a nearly secluded, heavily tree-lined, dusty side road where the suburbs morphed into countryside. Josh did his best to control the conversation as he drove, but JJ managed to constantly slip in less-than-subtle sexual connotations with his comments and questions. It didn't help any when the door at the house was opened by a youthful shirtless guy in skin-tight running shorts, and Josh saw his trainee's eyes spend too much time checking out the bulge of the young guy's package. 'This clown is going to end up being trouble,' he thought to himself. "You ever do him?" were the completely sudden and abrupt words from JJ as he jerked his head back towards the driveway they had just pulled out of. Josh instantly answered with an equally brusque, "Um, no." As he snaked his hand over Josh's leg, JJ murmured, "Come on buddy. Tell the truth. It's obvious you are into cock just like I am." The hand moved at the speed of light and moved up to cup Josh's box. Josh not-too-politely removed JJ's hand from his crotch and managed to hold back his anger as he spoke. "Look man. Yeah. I'm gay. I like dick too." Thrusting his left hand towards JJ and almost pushing his ring finger to an eyeball, he went on. "But I am also very married and you need to keep your hands to yourself." He pulled his hand back and then added, "You need to use a hell of a lot more discretion with customers too, if you wanna send them vibes. That one may have looked older, but he is only seventeen and still in high school. Geeze, dude. Save the slut act for the frat guys or the freshman dorm deliveries." JJ crossed his arms and whined, "Don't have a fucking cow, Mary. Sheesh! Isn't half the deal of being a pizza boy the amount of action you can get?" "If that's what gets you off, sure, it's available all the time. You don't need to wear a flashing neon sign on your chest though. I went through a stage when I first started and came out, but I have grown up since then too. The only 'extra tips' I take now are from my husband." "You are really married? I mean like REALLY really?" "Yep. Kyle and I got hitched legal and everything two weeks ago in New York." JJ's hand suddenly returned to Josh's leg. "Well you are still on the honeymoon then. When the novelty wears off, I bet we could heat up the sheets pretty damn good." With a squeeze to Josh's thigh, he went on. "So you a top or bottom?" Josh pushed the encroaching hand away again and stated icily, "Depends on who is in what mood...as if it is any of your business. And the only way you will ever be 'heating up my sheets' is if Kyle and I hire you to do our laundry and you leave them in the dryer too long." "You are too serious to be any fun, dude. I just thought we might be able to..." Josh cut him off with, "Well you thought wrong when it comes to me. Pardon the expression, but get that straight!" The rest of the shift went by with no more passes from JJ, but Josh couldn't help but notice that he had traded phone numbers with two different guys on deliveries to the dorms. That was topped off with being the one to have to tactfully decline when one of the rich frat guys waved an extra $50 at them to come back after work for a threesome. He had no doubt where the new guy would be heading though, since the frat rat and him exchanged winks as he slipped the folded bill into JJ's waistband. When he talked to Cody while checking out, he offered his impression of JJ. "He will probably be okay as a driver, but my biggest worry is he will be on his knees and back as often as he can. And probably telling every trick to 'ask for Josh' when they order. I don't need that shit, Codeman." Cody laughed at first and then teased with, "Speaking of 'tricks' and 'being requested'...those two boxes under the heat lamp are your last delivery tonight. I know how you get lost every time you take an order there and we never see you again until your next shift." Josh smiled. "That horn dog named Kyle that lives over on the bay?" Cody returned the grin. "Uh huh. I am beginning to think he has a really major bone for you." "Well if he doesn't already, I'll make sure he does thirty seconds after I get to his door." Josh picked up the boxes and looked over his shoulder as he moved towards the exit. "See ya tomorrow, Codeman. Time to go do my 'customer appreciation' duties." * * * * * When he walked into the house, Josh saw Kyle sitting on the couch and his cell laying on the coffee table. The display suddenly lit up and the text tone went off. Kyle leaned forward and pressed the side bar to silence it. Before Josh had the pizza boxes sat down, the cell came alive again with another incoming text message. Kyle repeated the button press and looked at Josh in frustration. "Guess who has been blowing up my phone for the last half hour, baby?" "Do I want to know?" Josh questioned back. Before Kyle could reply, the cell announced yet another new message. "Who and what the fuck?" Kyle looked up at him as he grabbed the phone and switched it off. "It's my fault," he sighed. "I should have known better than to think I could talk to him and get him to accept that the past is in the past and going to stay there." Josh shook his head slowly from side to side as the answer hit him. "Joe, I take it?" "Yeppers. I didn't think when he called the first time. All I saw was the 937 area code and answered it thinking it might be one of the relatives." He huffed out a breath before going on. "I tried to talk to him sensibly. I even told him I didn't want him to be a stranger; just that he had to respect my marriage and be willing to accept that friendship is all we could ever have again. But he wouldn't give it up. I swear he is obsessed about us getting back together. I finally lost it and told him to call me when he had a grip on reality and hung up. The text bombing began three minutes later and hasn't let up since." Josh's brain suddenly went all evil and he grinned as he tugged Kyle's running shorts down and buried his face in his crotch. Kyle's eyes instantly snapped shut as his cock was swallowed up. "Oh yeah baby. You are in the mood too, aren't ya?" Josh mumbled a audible 'yes' as he continued working Kyle's erection with his lips. He also did two other things: Slipped his work cargos and underwear down his thighs and stealthily reached over to the cell phone on the coffee table. He flipped it open, pressed the 'on' button, and hit redial for the last incoming call almost simultaneously...all without Kyle noticing. As he shifted his husband to his back and crawled between his legs, he thought to himself: 'Joe wants contact does he? Let him connect with listening to us getting it on then.' He stopped blowing Kyle only long enough to whisper, "Talk dirty to me while I suck your cock and beat off." Kyle opened his eyes and caught sight of the open phone. He realized what Josh had probably done and smirked as he teasingly inquired, "Trashy porn movie, dirty?" "As dirty as you wanna make it lover. Dirty enough to make both of us cum good. And loud enough for the neighbors to get jealous." For the next ten minutes, they both enjoyed each other verbally and physically. The combined cries of pleasure at the end were loud enough to be heard 1,000 miles away without the phone. For some strange reason, there were no more texts from New York that night. * * * * * The next few weeks flew by. Josh was working as many hours as he could grab up at the pizza shop, and Kyle was on the phone almost daily with his mother and the family attorney. So many little details with the will, setting up probate, and insurance issues...including a mortgage life policy Kyle hadn't been aware his Dad had taken out on the house in Florida. Now, when he graduated med school, he would be able to sell the big place and not only pay off the student loans, but have enough left over so he and Josh could also buy something smaller and far less ostentatious out in the country like they had talked about. There were a lot of phone calls back and forth with Josh's family also. The tragedy of the accident and how close she had come to losing her youngest son had been the tipping point for his mom. She admitted she still was dealing with him being gay and married to another man, but the change in her was like night and day. She always asked to speak to Kyle anytime she called and really broke the ice when she told him that he and Josh were not only welcome to visit, but specifically invited them both for Thanksgiving too. "I may not completely understand, but you are family now, Kyle," she had said. "And I expect all my boys to be here with their mates." Kyle didn't even bother discussing the idea with Josh and simply told her of course they would be there. The boys quickly settled into their new school semester schedules. Between Kyle's more intense second year med classes and Josh's new direction with a major requiring far more concentration and writing, they spent a great deal of their free time studying or working on papers. Their love didn't fade, and their spur-of-the-moment sexcapades still happened...just with less frequency. They joked with each other about becoming 'an old married couple' when they only cuddled up together to go to sleep, but both knew in their hearts even that simple intimacy was as good as full-blown sex most of the time. JJ continued to be a thorn in Josh's side at work as he slutted his way around campus while on deliveries. At the shop, he might be 'JJ' but he used his real name with customers. As feared, he had also gotten in the habit of telling tricks to ask for Josh if they were interested in hooking up again, and more than a few times Josh had his hands full with a drunken frat boy that couldn't tell them apart. The situation got even more confounding when Josh took a requested delivery to Chris in the golf course subdivision and found out he was the wrong Josh that Chris had wanted. Turned out that Chris and JJ had been hooking up pretty regular and it took everything he could muster to keep from ripping his old friend a new asshole for playing around with someone like JJ. It also made it obvious that JJ wasn't limiting his activities to just the campus any longer. JJ got so bad by mid-semester, that Cody had to sit him down and have a serious talk about the difference between having some occasional fun, and treating the job as if the pizzas were a sideline for a gay boy outcall service. It didn't stop JJ from playing around, but at least it got him to cease making it his priority while on the clock. Thankfully, Cody had also told him to start using 'JJ' with customers and that finally took some heat off Josh also. * * * * * It was the last week of October when Kyle told Josh they had an appointment the next afternoon with an attorney. When Josh questioned him about it, Kyle simply said it was to get some legal papers signed so that they would be protected since Florida didn't recognize their New York marriage. Using legalese like 'medical power of attorney' and 'simple joint wills' seemed to satisfy his curiosity. "You don't even have to say 'trust me'. You know best about all that stuff, babe," Josh conceded. Kyle smiled since that acceptance meant he could save the big surprise that would be coming for Josh about the house on the bay. They had been sitting in front of the lawyer's desk for close to an hour, listening to the explanation of each document and then signing them. After about a dozen signatures, Josh exclaimed, "Sheesh! Is all of this really needed?" Before Kyle could respond, the attorney did. "Actually this is only a small portion of what you would get automatically if equal marriage rights was the law in this state. What you have been signing only provides the most basic security for you both." He paused and then added, "But someday we will either get rid of that insane state constitution amendment that banned recognition of same sex couples, or the Supreme Court will declare all marriage licenses fall under the full faith and credit clause of the federal constitution. Someday soon, I hope. But until then...yes...this is necessary, Josh." Kyle glanced at the last legal form laying in front of the attorney. Pointing at it, he asked, "Is that what I think it is?" The lawyer nodded his head. "Yes, Kyle. I saved it for last like you asked me to. That one needs only your signature." Josh gave Kyle a questioning look and Kyle grinned at him before speaking. "You said 'I do' back in August baby, and I just want to make sure you really meant it before I sign that particular piece of paper." The words almost seemed like a challenge. "If you have to ask if I would say them again, then I'm not sure you deserve to hear my answer," Josh stated. The look on his face said he was being both serious and facetious at the same time. "But just in case you really don't know...yeah, you are stuck with me for life. I kinda thought you figured that out when I signed the forms for the name change so we could hyphenate our names here." Kyle reached over and took Josh's hand. "I am just being a pain, baby. I knew what you would say." He smiled and then leaned over to plant a kiss on Josh's cheek. "It's just that piece of paper is going to come as a big surprise to you and is going to be a huge chunk of our future." "Meaning?" "Let me sign it and then you can see for yourself," Kyle said as he pulled the document in front of him on the desk. After quickly writing his name on the appropriate line, he handed the document to Josh and grinned. Josh's eyes immediately glazed over from the legal words. "Okay. This is exactly what, Kyle?" "It's the new deed to our house. With your name on the deed too. OUR house, Josh. The one we live in. And thanks to Dad planning ahead, one that is paid for." "Say what?" Josh exclaimed with a still confused look on his face. "Dad took out a life insurance policy to cover the mortgage. Just in case..." His words suddenly stopped as he was reminded Jack Roberts was gone. He brushed away the tear that leaked from his left eye and went on. "...just in case something happened to him." "Oh gawd, Kyle. This is too much! That house was so you could pay off your med school loans. Now you are telling me I own half of it?" Kyle chuckled. "Well I am assuming that when the time comes, you won't have any problem going along with selling it to pay them off...especially since we will have plenty left over to go buy a little farm out in the country." Josh stared at the paper again before speaking. "But Kyle, this is like you just gave me a couple hundred thousand dollars." "Well yeah. But we are married and that's the way it's suppose to work. We share everything. And that means I get half your old Honda tin can in the deal, so it is cool with me." The humongous grin on his face made Josh burst out laughing. "What am I gonna do with you, Kyle?" Kyle wiggled his eye brows a few times and seductively murmured, "We'll figure something out when we get home, baby." "A-HEM," came from the other side of the desk. "It's not that I don't enjoy seeing young love in full bloom, but I do have another client waiting. So unless either of you have more questions, I really need to get you two to take any celebrating elsewhere." The smile on his face said he was far more amused by the boy's open flirting than he was bothered by it. He stood up and finalized the meeting with, "I'll get everything recorded at the courthouse and make you duplicates of the things you will need to keep with you...like the medical power of attorney...and you can pick up those and all the originals day after tomorrow." The boys shook hands with the lawyer and headed for the Hummer in his office parking lot. As soon as they were strapped in their seat belts, Josh reached over and grabbed Kyle's crotch. As he felt Kyle's cock go instantly hard in his dress khakis, he purred, "Get us home quick, hunk. After what you just did, it's gonna take the rest of the day and most of the night to show you just how much I really meant 'I do' when I said it to you at Niagara Falls. I'm gonna love you in ways the Kama Sutra never came up with." Kyle reached over to let two of his fingers trace slowly up and down the now prominent bulge in Josh's cargos. He grinned as he said, "Just feed me a Reese Cup after every orgasm and I am yours all night, studpuppy." Shortly before midnight, they finally curled up in each others' arms to find sleep instead of searching for yet another boner...and there were five empty candy wrappers on the night stand.