and groped one-handed to place them on the nightstandwhile kissing him, then kissing him harder and pulling him close.Martinpushed him gently away. I dont want my card to get bent.Henry laughed, finding this charming, while Martin collected thecards and envelopes from the bed and put them safely on thenightstand. Laugh if you must, but Im going to treasure thisvalentine.Believeme, I will, too. He pulled Martin back down to lie on the bed. Doyou want me to say it again? Ive been wanting to say it for solong that now I just want to say it over and over.Oncemore, then, please, Martin said, smiling.Ilove you, Martin.Martinclung tight to Henry, burying his face in his neck. I love you,too, Henry.Theymade lovethat was definitely the right word for it, at leasttodayin a fervent rush, half-undressed, clothes jerked awry,aquiver with the enormity of what they shared, what they hadtogether. Henry couldnt stop himself saying Ilove youover and over, but it was all right because Martin wanted to hear it.Martin was shaking, deep in the grip of some strong emotion as hemoved urgently over Henrys lap. He begged Henrys name, andHenry heard it with fresh ears, understanding that what Martin wasasking for, over and over, and every time, was Henry all to himself.Hecould give Martin that. Hed do it happily.Wasit possible for people to be closer than this, inside each othersskins and breathing each others breath? When at last he put hishand on Martins cock, Martin cried out and came, and then he came,too, like a natural consequence of Martins pleasure.Martincurled against Henrys chest while catching his breath as Henryscock softened in his ass.Sayit again, Henry murmured. Tell me.Ilove you. No one but you.Whatelse?Youremine.Henryhadnt known that was what hed wanted to hear, but it wasexactly right. He sighed and held Martin closer still, rubbing hisback in soothing circles. He was so happy, happier than hed everthought possible. He was full up with joyous relief and felt sillyfor ever doubting Martins feelings. Hadnt Martin shown him loveevery day?Asand after Martin performed his clean-up, they shared a dreamyinterlude of what Henry felt could now properly be called loverstalk, which was marred only slightly by Martins tentativeassertion that Henry would have other lovers at some future point.Henry was annoyed, but he would not let it ruin his mood.Theresnot going to be any future person, Henry said firmly, tamping downhis irritation. The one I love is you. I dont need anyone else.I certainly wont be looking.Idont need anyone else, either. Martin was meek, apologetic. Hedrew Henry into a close embrace.Idont want to fight, Henry murmured, kissing Martins neck.Me,neither. Im sorry.Pleasestop worrying about whatll happen in the future, Henry toldhim. You really dont have to, and it hurts my feelingsbesides.Imsorry, Martin said again. I just...Im trying to berealistic.Youhave to trust me, Henry said, willing Martin to do just this.Forget whatever they told you at Ganymede about how masters act.Thats not me. I love you. So much, Martin. He kissed Martinsmouth and gave him a little shake, as if that would make himunderstand.Illdo better, Martin promised him. I love you, too. More than