When Barry returned home, he read the note Carson had written. He had driven to town for groceries. Barry was furious for leaving him without resolve. That damn bastard. Why does he leave all the time without notice? I might have been able to appease his anger. But not now. I’ve had it with this lunatic.
Pushing through the doorway, Carson struggled with the bundles he carried. Setting them on the kitchen table, he noticed Barry sitting in front of the computer without a greeting.
“What’s up babe?” Carson walked up behind him, setting his left hand on his shoulder, while his right hand placed a bouquet of lavender roses before the computer monitor. “I’m sorry for getting angry with you. I want to make it up to you.”
“No, it’s me who has to apologize.” Barry sighed, expunging his previous rage. “The flowers are beautiful. And you remembered my favorite color.”
“Help me pack a lunch. I’m taking you on a secret journey, one you might remember.”
“Where? Why so mysterious?”
“It’s a surprise. A mysterious man gave me the idea the last couple of nights. I couldn’t sleep. That’s why I took off in the morning without saying where I was going.”
“I haven’t been able to sleep either. It’s like someone or something was telling us to make up.” Barry stood up, turned around and kissed Carson, while wrapping his arms around him, squeezing him in a bear hug. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“It was odd this morning. I chased after you but ran into this weird looking man. He recommended making up with you.”
“Was his name Puck?” Carson’s brow arched, suspiciously.
“Yes, how did you know?”
“I’ve been talking to him too. He seemed to know everything about us. I thought I was imagining him.”
“Let’s forget about him. Let’s pack that lunch and go. I want to know where you're taking me.”
After packing their lunch and a bottle of cold champagne, they left their house and Puck behind. Carson drove west.
Before too long, Barry recognized the course and destination Carson planned. “You’re taking me to the beach where we first met, aren’t you?”
“I thought you’d catch on.” Carson pulled onto the dirt road that led to the cliff above the beach on the Pacific Ocean.
They traversed the steep trail down to the sand, where they found their original cove for privacy.
“Take off your clothes. We’re going into the water.” Carson disrobed, quickly.
Barry chased him down into the surf. Waist high in the continuous surge of whitecaps, they kissed like the first time they made love on this beach. Barry dragged Carson by his hand out of the water. Pushing his partner down on his back on the sand, Barry fell onto top and kissed him through every part of his body. This foreplay rekindled the the flames of passion they had forgotten.
Naked on the beach, they sensed the arousal in their crotches, which lead them into Puck’s love resolve from A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream.
On a rock behind them, Puck watched, pleasingly. "Ah, these mortals know how to get it on."