My Husband

Chapter 16

Tul walked over to Max and reached for his hands. "Max, I know you believe I'm very dull, studious and quiet. I honestly have no idea why you fell for me. I'm grateful that you did. I've loved you for so long. I denied myself for a long time, and it was hell. Pure hell." 

Pausing, Tul gathered a stunned Max into his arms and continued, "I have many, many faults. I don't tell you often enough how I feel, what I'm thinking and all too often I let my body do my talking for me." He pressed a quick kiss to stop Max from speaking. "I'm not finished yet. I wanted to show you how much I do love you."

"This," pulling back, and waving his hands, "is just a small way to show it. I know that our private time is going to be significantly less. Max, I don't think you fully understand how badly I need you. But I've got a problem. A bad one, and I don't know how to stop it. Or control it so I need your help now more than ever." Tul turned and walked away to the huge windows facing a private walled garden, where a surprise had been laid out.

Max was concerned now, what could upset his man this much. "I'll always be here for you, Tul. I promised you that when I told the world you were my man." He walked up behind Tul and hugged him tight. "Talk to me, what is the problem? I thought we could tell each other anything?

Tul smirked, knowing Max could not see him. He was going to be as bad as Max was, but Max had to teach him not to mark his body so they could fuck whenever the mood struck or it would be a very, very long six or 8 months without sex. Max knew that Tul had the strength to enforce the no sex ban.

Tul looked out the window one more time and twisted in Max's arms and said, "Shall we eat? I'll explain over dinner?"

Tul led Max to the table and pulled out his chair. He then walked over to his, and reaching for a small silver bell, rang it twice. Max watched him with a slight smile. "You sure fit this environment, Tul. Who's house is this?"

"Oh, it's friends of my parents. They're out of the country right now so I called and asked for a favour. I told them it's my anniversary, so they graciously lent me their staff for the evening as well." Tul smiled, more to himself. He honestly didn't miss this hype. He preferred his simple lifestyle and learning to cook had been the biggest joy in his life. He was a true foodie. "Apparently the cook has earned a Michelin Star or something."

Max laughed, knowing how much Tul loved his food. "So do you know what we're dining on tonight?"

"No clue. Ah, Thank you." The butler approached with an opened bottle of Dom Perignon champagne and Max whistled. The butler quickly smiled and hid it, he poured them each a glass, and bowed, "Sirs, are you ready to eat now?"

"Yes, thank you." Tul said, very formally.

The butler bowed again and still facing them, backed up 6 paces then turned and left. Max whistled again, and sipped the champagne. "Going all out, aren't you, Tul?"

"Not me, Max, it's compliments of the owners." Tul smiled. "They loved watching our series, or rather their daughter did." He swirled his glass, watching the bubbles pop. "Are you enjoying your visit to the rich side of life?"

Max snorted, "Nice to visit, but I don't think I'd like to live this way."

"Now you know why I left it. It's not very fun having someone watch you and your every move." Tul reached across the table and held his hand, and didn't let go, not even as the butler returned with the food. He gently set the covered plated down in front of each man and with flourishes, removed the silver domes. The butler then carefully laid pristine white napkins across each lap, and after inquiring if they needed anything else, bowed and left.

Max looked at the deconstructed food on his plate and asked Tul, "What is this?"

Tul shrugged and said, "No idea, Let's just eat. The evening is young."

It turned out to be a deconstructed chicken cordon blue, and was delicious. They talked little until the food was gone and after nursing the champagne, Tul asked if he had room for dessert. Max smiled and said, "Always!" Tul rang the little bell twice.

The butler showed up and cleared the dirty dishes and while he did so, asked if he was to bring dessert. Tul nodded. The butler bowed and left.

"Max, before he returns, let me address my problem." Tul said, twirling his glass. "Do you think you can stop me from marking your body during sex?"

The butler stopped at the door when he heard the word "sex." It was not a good time to enter. He had enough clues to know that they were a couple. He paused to see if more would be said, but there was silence, so he knocked and entered.

Carefully, he set the dessert in front of the young men and asked if they wanted to meet the staff before they left. Otherwise, they would only be here for another hour. Tul looked at Max and shrugged, indicating it was his call. It was customary for guests to say thank you but not necessary.

Max had enjoyed his evening so he said, yes. The butler nodded and said, "Please ring when you're ready." Bowed again and left. Max looked at Tul and wondered, "Do you think a lifetime of those deep bows has left him with a sore back?"

Tul shrugged, "Not sure, most butlers retire fairly early. You hardly see an old butler in Thailand. I'm not sure about other countries." Dessert was a beautifully soft coconut custard. It wasn't a traditional Thai dessert but it melted on the tongue and coated the mouth in a smooth flavour. Tul sighed in delight. "I need this recipe!"

Max watched him eat each spoonful and felt his pants go tight for the second time today. Damn, was there a sexier man out there? As Tul's lips closed around the spoon, Max swore he could feel those lips close around his cock... Fuck, he had to change his thinking! And fast.

Tul glanced at Max's bowl. Damn, he ate that pudding fast! Tul rang the little bell for the last time. He had a pleasant buzz from the champagne and was nice and relaxed as they waited for the staff to show up. Three people entered after a soft knock on the door - the butler, a maid and the cook. To both men's surprise, the cook was a young woman in her early twenties.

Max and Tul both stood up and shook all three people's hands and thanked them for their hard work in giving them a lovely evening. To their surprise (but not the butler's) the cook and the maid asked for their autographs, which both men supplied. The butler, once again repeated that they would be soon alone, and would give the room a call once the staff had vacated the premises.