My Husband

Chapter 15

Tul closed his ears after that day and simply told Max, "I trust you. I love you. Whatever you decide will be fine with me." Maybe, in retrospect, that wasn't a good idea knowing Max's flamboyant personality but he was finished living a life filled with regret.

He had learned through his time of being a monk and by praying, that regrets were useless. For every regret there was a way to turn them into a life lesson or in other terms, a positive experience. It was, as Max said, the way you viewed the world. Tul just had to put his faith in his love for Max.

Max was finally high on life and riding high on his love. He no longer hid and was as affectionate as he wanted during the day. Tul returned it, albeit less openly. Max was still happy, for Tul was never that open with his affections and he loved that. He really didn't want anyone else to know how wild Tul could get. The scratches and bites all over his body were for him alone. Tul would always be his private wildcat.

Once the posters for Manner of Death had been produced, the press conference schedule was announce and Max asked Tul if he was prepared.

Tul gave Max a sideways glance and said, "I don't want to know. Honestly Max, you've got that look that says you're going to stir up shit. And fucking enjoy it."

Max gave his sexiest grin. "You love me, right Tul?"

Tul punched him gently in the abdomen. "What does that have to do with anything? You know I love you. Don't I say it often enough?" He dropped to the couch in the green room, waiting for the director of the Manner of Death to call them for the press conference.

This was going to be fun, the writer of the novel, as well as the director, was also there. Tul had actually come to enjoy live events, especially if there was other people to help divert attention away from Max and him.

Max paced the room, wondering if Tul really would be alright. He planned to "out the couple" in today's news conference in a very fun way. The only person who knew was the manager. He had talked with him, quite seriously, a lot over the past few days.

The manager felt that the studio, producer and writer would feel that the couple were just taking fan service to the next level. They would be quite alright with Max's statement. In fact, they might just give them more money as the publicity would skyrocket.

The beginning of the press conference went exactly as planned, right up until the reporters started probing into Max and Tul's relationship. Max knew they would, they always did. He glanced briefly at Tul, who looked completely comfortable and said, "I don't need a woman. Him," pointing directly at Tul, "I have him. He is my husband."

Max never felt more proud than in that moment. Tul didn't react in anything other than a professional manner. The director almost fell out of his chair and the writer was fangirling all over the place. Fans were whistling and clapping.

Tul simply agreed. It was the proudest moment of his young life. Max felt like screaming out loud, "Mine! Tul is mine! I'm fucking taken!" Instead, the rest of the conference passed in a blur. The peace of the green room, the cuddling inside was what he remembered most of that night.

Not much changed after that day, except that it seemed that people paid more attention to them on set. They caught the little things now that couples did naturally for one another, opening drinks and having them ready for each other, feeding each other so naturally. They were caught holding hands so often, the people seeing it were more embarrassed that Max and Tul. 

One thing Tul put a stop too, no matter how much Max tried, was having sex in the workplace. Max tried, he was so horny these days, knowing that he could openly touch him now. It drove him crazy that Tul still placed restrictions on where they could do IT!

Max knew that he was right, but the rules were meant to be broken, were they not? Should they not christen the dressing room at least once? Tul sat in front of the mirror at the end of the day, removing the stage makeup. He hated makeup, it tended to irritate his skin. Max came up behind him and dropped his arms around him in a simple hug. He nuzzled Tul's neck, breathing in his familiar smell buried under the cleansing solution.

"You smell like work," Max laughed. He slid his hands down into Tul's shirt and played softly with the nubbins he found. "Mmm, look what's becoming hard. I wonder what else I can make hard?" he whispered softly. He moved around to face Tul and straddled him. Using both hands, he cradled his face and kissed him. Starting softly, he explored his lips. He took his time, waiting until Tul opened his mouth for him and then the dance of tongues started.

Max groaned as his jeans became uncomfortable. He wiggled, pressing his hardness against Tul. Tul's eyes shot open and he pushed Max off his lap, dropping him to the floor. "No, Max, we're not doing this here. We have to control ourselves."

"Damn it, Tul, live a little. It's a right of passage to fuck at the workplace." Max said, tiredly. He stood up, rubbing his sore rump. He just missed hitting the dressing table. "I'm ready. I'll wait for you in the car. You're too fucking delicious so I'll be tempted if I wait here."

Tul said nothing, just headed for the shower. "Fuck," thought Max, "I've pissed him off. What a great evening." Max sulked through the door, slamming it behind him.

Tul showered, smiling to himself. He knew Max so well by now. His poor baby was suffering badly, did he think he wasn't as well? Tul looked down at his hard cock as sighed. "Look, wait a few hours, Max will take good care of you, I think..."

He met Max at the car and asked if he had plans for the evening. Max shook his head no, he only wanted Tul. "Great," smiled Tul, "Here's the address of a new restaurant I've been dying to try." He put the address into the GPS and leaned back into the seat with a small smile and closed his eyes.

Max never looked at him, just put the car into gear and drove, following the directions. He stopped in front of a private mansion and parked. "Tul," he queried, "Are you sure you gave me the right directions? This doesn't look a restaurant?"

Tul opened his eyes and looked around, "Yes, this is the right place. Come on, Max, they're waiting for us." Max was giving Tul funny looks, he rarely showed this much enthusiasm this late at night after a full day of shooting. 

"Oh for fuck's sake, Max, get out of the car!"

Max sighed and reluctantly followed. The door to the residence swung open and a fucking butler, yes a god damn butler, said, "Welcome, gentlemen, this way please." and led them further into the mansion. Max looked around at the mansion and sighed. So this is how rich people lived... well, Tul would know, he came from money.

Inside the dining room was a table set for two. There was several small candles on the table and roses filled the room, giving it an unbelievable aroma. Max was stunned by how romantic it looked. Of the two, Tul was not known to be very romantic at all... 

A/N: That's it, one more chapter! Whew! I really didn't think that I was going to finish editing this puppy! Just so you know, I'll never write a fanfic about KornKnock. I really liked the TWM novels, so I don't feel they need reworking in any form. If you haven't read them, I suggest you do so. There were aspects of them I didn't enjoy but overall, damn, they are hot!  

Max and Tul, on the other hand, leave so much to the imagination... mmm, I may write more about them! Who knows? It might just be some one shots (but I have serious troubles writing ANYTHING short!) Thanks for sticking with me on this journey! Hugs from a weird Canadian!