Prayers

Desmond “Deetz” Mac Innes was starting his morning prayers and wondered if Hashem, one of the many names Jews used to describe the supreme being, would mind that he was naked while engaging in such a revertant activity.  I suppose it’s nothing She or He hasn’t seen before, Deetz said to himself.  In his rather bare private room in Churton Place, the London townhouse he shared with his husband and several members of their MI-6 special sections spy crew, Deetz lost himself in many activities – from yoga to Tai Chi, Zen Buddhist meditation to Druidic cleansing rituals, and from reading Spinoza to contemplating the words of Hillel.  After clipping to his tightly curled dark brown hair the beige yarmulke knitted by his younger sister for his 29^th birthday, he had to first rub the front of his scalp where Angus had pulled just a little too hard while fucking him last night – sometimes newbies just lose control of the situation and things get out of hand.   Deetz would talk to him about it later.  For now, the drafty air foretelling of an early winter snow storm made him reconsider nudity and he grabbed the pair of pants and tee shirt lazily draped over an old stuffed chair that would have been less out of place in someone’s 15^th Century castle.

Typically, so -called observant Jews conducted the Shacharit – morning prayers - at the synagogue.  But Deetz wasn’t affiliated yet as he had just returned to the faith of his childhood and was a different person, uncertain if the progressive synagogue his sister attended would give him the spiritual uplift he so liked but certain the local Orthodox one would summon a lightning bolt to strike him as soon as he sat in the pew.  He was, after all, one of the most famous sodomites in all the UK, married, as he was, in a blasphemous ceremony to the Earl of Glamorgan.   Deetz removed the Tefillin – the set of small black leather boxes containing scrolls of parchment inscribed with verses from the Torah – from an old leather pouch that was carried from the Russian Pale by Jacob Micah Mac Innes.  Jacob was the first Mac Innes to have slept with an Earl of Glamorgan back in the mid-19^th Century – sealing the fates of the two families to that of the Empire with a magical thread he was only now understanding.   He stopped for a moment and wondered what numerous so-called deviant sexual acts this pouch had witnessed. 

He heard the bathroom door close.  Angus was up.  And so was Deetz.  He could pray later.  Didn’t the ancient rabbis say that it was a mitzvah, a holy act, to make love on Shabbat?  He heard the shower water come on and his dick became insistent as he put away his prayer items and took off the clothes he’d just put on.  He left his man cave and came into the bathroom reciting the following prayer aloud, “Barukh Atah Adonay Elohaynu Melekh ha-Olam shehekheyanu v'kiyimanu v'higianu laz'man hazeh (Blessed are You, Eternal God, Source of Life, who has kept us in life, sustained us and enabled us to reach this joyous moment).”  The nice thing about this faith was there was a prayer for just about everything.

Angus, also naked, tying his shoulder lengthen hair in a man bun, smirked as he heard Deetz come in the bathroom.  “Now I’m not Jewish but isn’t that the prayer for sex that leads to procreation?”

“A mitzvah is a mitzvah!” replied Deetz as he opened the walk-in shower doors and pulled Angus underneath the warm water that fell like a waterfall from the ceiling.

Deetz immediately took Angus’s hair back out of the bun as he liked how it looked all wet, lying flat against Angus’s neck and back.  Then he eased a hand behind Angus to push a button that started one of his Spotify playlists.  The song “Clear” by Needtobreathe was at a perfect audio, leaving just enough sound space between the water for him to hear Angus groan and plead – begging was always the best bit.  “Mmm,” Angus said while Deetz pressed their bodies together, alternating between sucking and nibbling his neck, “of course I want to support a man’s efforts toward getting into heaven.”

“Jews don’t concentrate on a heaven up above,” Deetz whispered into Angus’s ear just before starting to stroke the man’s enlarging cock, “but instead, look toward the delights here on Earth.”

You are the moonlight in the sky that I'm pursuing

You are the reason for what I'm doing

You are the crystalline that keeps me from my ruin

You are the movement

You're the true north pointing back home

You are the constant, my constellation

You're the steady hands of a ticking clock that I'll come to rely on

Deetz brushed his tongue over Angus’s lips, occasionally stopping to tug on his lower lip.  Deetz’s movements had the taste of grateful desperation covered in a syrup of appreciation.  In that, it was hungry, a bit frantic and Angus felt it necessary to hold his husband off a moment.  “I’m not going anywhere, Luv.”

Deetz looked at his feet briefly, watching the water swirl between their toes.  “I know,” he said bashfully.  “It’s just, just that I’m amazed that you chose to be with me.”

Angus rolled his eyes.  For someone who basically ran their spy crew, saved his and the lives of the others on so many occasions with a combination of clever plans and martial arts prowess, Deetz was a bundle of uncertainty when it came to their relationship, despite the wedding ring on his finger, slave necklace around his neck, and ketubah, Jewish wedding contract, that offered a very generous pre nup.  “Shut up and suck my dick.  Now.”

You are the four winds

You're the catalyst of high hopes

You are the beauty

The sparks revival

You are the oxygen inside these lungs that's giving life to my bones

Angus pushed back on Deetz and took a seat on the built-in granite chair protruding from the opposite wall.  Angus leaned back, spreading his legs invitingly as he lifted then massaged his balls.  His dick was fully now engorged, the head bobbing and glistening, throbbing red.  Deetz came over and took all of Angus into his mouth and throat.  Before Angus’s mind could fully fathom the feeling of Deetz’s tonsils against his head, Deetz lifted his husband’s leg by the back of the knee.  Angus cried out as Deetz plunged his middle finger of his other hand deep into Angus’s asshole.  “You play dirty, Desmond Mac Innes!” Angus cried.  He couldn’t see the smirk on Deetz’s face.

It feels like heaven is coming down

It's right here with me its all around

I once was so lost but I am found

When I'm with you

No ones watching the way you move

Your body's dancing under the moon

You always know just what to do . . . .

When I'm with you

Deetz took his mouth off Angus’s dick and put another finger in his ass.  Angus’s hips began bucking and his thighs quivered.  If Deetz waited, let Angus ride this out, he will watch his lover melt into an orgasm.  But Deetz temporarily forgot who controlled the sex play in this relationship and the next thing he knew, he was leaning on his elbows on the same seat which once Angus sat.  Now Deetz had his ass in the air and Angus pounding the fuck out of him.  Angus’s girth was so deep and spreading his cheeks and hole so far, so fast that Deetz thought the ecstasy would lead him to pass out.   He didn’t have to touch is cock as it was squirting everywhere soon thereafter.  As his ass came, it formed a vice grip around Angus causing them both to come at the same time.

Oh, it's so clear

Come a little closer

All of my love is right here

I just want to hear you whispering you still trust

You're the only thing that I have ever been sure of

I just wanna be where you are

I promise I won't let you down

Honey, it's so clear now

When Angus pulled out, Deetz slumped forward barely able to keep himself up.  Angus grabbed the luffa from a nearby shelve and poured on a generous amount soap.  He rubbed the lather around Deetz’s body, then turned his husband over, making sure he cleaned every spot.  He helped the shivering man to his feet and put him under the water, the soap slowly slipping off like a man arising from a mikvah, a Jewish ritual bath.  While Deetz got his bearings back, Angus cleaned himself.

Wrapped in towels, mostly out of deference to their 2-year-old niece, the two men left the shower and quickly went back to the bedroom.  Deetz found a playlist of Mozart piano pieces and opened the curtains that looked onto the busy London street in front of the townhouse.  Angus found the latest creation from Apothecary 87, a bottle of men’s body lotion – it quickly absorbed into the skin, leaving a hint of musk that lingered in the best spots.  They applied it to each other without catching the other’s eye – which would restoke flames - taking turns, as was their way.  When it was done, Deetz put the bottle on the nightstand.  He turned back but just sat there, as if waiting for something.  Angus was smirking. “What?” Deetz asked after an elongated silence.

“What?  What do you mean by what?” replied Angus, still grinning.  He gave it a minute then shook his head.  “You’re not as opaque as you’d like the rest of the world to believe.”

“Really? Deetz said in dismissive sarcasm. 

“Yes, I do love you.  And yes, I don’t say it often enough.”

Deetz huffed and started turning red. “I don’t recall asking.”

“Oi!  I may not be a clairsentient genius but I know you,” he said before kissing Deetz’s forehead and tugging him under the covers.  “Your head is confident, brazen even.  But your soul is bruised and your heart is, even after these two years of marriage, still craving reassurance.”

Deetz looked at his hands which were holding him up on the mattress.  “You talk too much.”

“Probably.” Angus hesitated, reconsidering whether his bluntness had undermined the man’s ego. 

But Deetz sensed Angus’s regret and concern.  “I suppose though, it is nice hear.”

Cuddling underneath a cotton sheet and quilted blanket, they watched out of their picture window the large puffy snowflakes drift down, while they both quietly repeated the prayer of joy and thanks.