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Daniel and JD part 7 / adoption
JD zipped shut his garment bag and folded it over, getting it ready to go out to the truck. "Of course it concerns you. You never did anything like this before, and you don't know if you liked it or not." He set the bag near the others at the door and turned to Daniel.
"All I was saying is what if he wasn't going to be gay, what if he was straight, and we change that and screw him up. It isn't fair." Daniel sat on the end of the bed and put his elbows on his knees. "I don't think we'd be doing him any favors. We've had to work goddamned hard at keeping our secret at times, and took a lot of shit when people knew. That's a lot to ask of him."
"He can make his own choices, and he has something we never did. Us to protect him." JD slung the bags on his arms and lead the way out of the motel. "Daniel, he never would have even asked if he wasn't there already. You can't convert the unwilling, it just can't be done."
Daniel knew that JD hadn't intended to hurt him with those words, but he was stung. "You can't convert the unwilling," rung in his ears like a gong, and he realized that he had been fairly willing when JD had come along. Maybe it had been fate that he was gay, even if he rarely admitted it even now. He closed the door and followed JD down to the parking lot where Tyler had pulled the Explorer around.
He sat in the back with Tyler and worked with him on the laptop while JD drove. Daniel was pleased when Tyler turned out to be a fair typist, having learned in high school, and had no trouble operating the computer. They were heavily into the scheduling and calendar program when JD announced that they were pulling over for lunch.
Tyler ate enthusiastically, grilling Daniel on the screen they had propped open on the table. JD watched them with a wistful smile on his face, amazed at how similar their minds worked. Tyler soaked up information like a sponge, and used Daniel's cell phone to call ahead to Long Beach and book a room. He handled it like a pro, causing JD to laugh when he went into his professional voice.
"This is Tyler Gray, representing the KSR Agency. I need two joining rooms for this evening, please, last name is Cammus." Tyler listened intently, meeting Daniel's eyes for encouragement. Daniel nodded and smiled reassuringly. Tyler continued. "I suppose if that's all that's available the small suite will have to do," He looked at JD wide eyed and shrugged. JD nodded. "Yes the suite is fine." He gave them the credit card number and got a confirmation number, typing it into the appropriate box on the computer. After thanking the clerk, he hung up and sighed, "Wow, that's not as easy as it looks."
"You did great." Daniel punched him lightly in the shoulder. "After tomorrow's shoot, we'll call ahead and set up Denver, okay?"
They allowed Tyler to pay for lunch and were soon back on the road. Daniel again grilled Tyler on the computer, showing him how and where they tracked expenses and what account he would be allowed to use to pay advanced items, like the hotel in Long Beach.
They pulled in during the late evening, finding the hotel to be an enormous square block of a building with out much character. It was nice enough, but looked like any of a thousand similar hotels they'd seen. Tyler on the other hand was in awe.
He looked through the trees at the incredible place he was going to sleep tonight and had to swallow a lump in his throat. There were balconies for every room, and plants everywhere. The landscaping was lush and beautiful, and he stopped to run his hand through the grass. It suddenly hit him that he was not in New Mexico anymore, and he liked it out here.
JD showed him how to check in, having to elbow him to get his attention. The lobby was ornately decorated with huge soft pieces of furniture and elegant wall treatments. They stopped at the desk and got the keys for the suite. Daniel put the bags on the floor and motioned Tyler over. "Get a bellboy to bring the bags up. Give him ten dollars as a tip, got it?"
"Shit. I'll take the bags up. That's a lot of money."
Daniel laughed out loud, getting looks from a couple of the patrons in the area. "That's not the way it's done here. Do what I told you, and I'll show you where to record tips on the computer, `kay?" He smacked Tyler's ass lightly, getting him moving. He handled it precisely as he was told but still shot a glance at Daniel when he pulled out the money.
The suite consisted of a living room with an ocean view, two bedrooms of equal size, and a semi- kitchenette wet bar sort of alcove. Tyler loved it. He paid the Bellboy and almost ran to follow JD and Daniel out onto the terrace. He found himself on the top floor of the hotel, twenty stories up, looking at the Pacific Ocean. It was breath taking.
"Jump back Jesus," Tyler whispered, leaning on the rail and looking out over a sea he never dreamed of seeing. "I want to live like this."
JD put his arm around Daniel, enjoying the quiet of the moment. The salt air and cool breeze felt good, like filling an empty whole after their stay in the desert. They could see the lights of the marina, and not to far away was the Queen Mary, all lit up light a toy. They could finally relax a little.
Daniel had dinner brought up, a spicy chicken dish and salads, and two bottles of sweet wine. They worked on the computer, going over the requirements for the gig the following day. Tyler got more than a little drunk and was led to his room and put to bed at a quarter to one in the morning. JD got him stripped to his underwear and tucked him in.
He found Daniel on the deck sipping at a glass of wine. "You act like you're feeling better," JD said, sitting in one of the lounge chairs.
"I got real sick of the miles and miles of dirt." Daniel sat at the end of the lounger and leaned back in JD's lap. "I hate the desert with a passion."
JD set his drink down and rubbed Daniel's shoulders, content with where he was and what he was doing. Daniel almost purred under the attention. "I wonder if Stacy will be there tomorrow." He said, finding a particular knot of muscle and working on it.
Daniel sat up and pulled of his shirt then laid back again. "I don't know. Last email I got from her, she was in Denver already with Rick Kirkland." He moved his head to the side, stretching like a cat under JD's hands.
"If they like Micah's concept for this Ages cologne, I might get a four run deal. That would put us over the top for the house and taking a couple of years off to finish at Great Northern." JD wanted more than anything to finish his degree and have his own agency. Everything they'd worked for was aimed at that goal.
"We could stop now, JD. We have enough and then some."
JD finished with the massage and wrapped his arms over Daniel's chest, thrilled as always with the smoothness of his defined muscles. Playfully, he tickled a nipple, knowing full well that it drove Daniel crazy. "I don't want to stop until we hit half a million. That'll pay for everything, including the house, and give us enough to get Rick interested in the new agency."
Daniel nodded and pulled JD down for a kiss. "You're smarter than you look, you know that? If it weren't for you and your ideas for saving money, we probably wouldn't have a pot to piss in."
"It was your dad that put all our money into those subdivisions, Hero. He made us richer than I ever dared dream of." JD slowly rubbed his hands over Daniel's stomach and dipped below the waistband of his pants. "I never thought of real estate."
Daniel giggled and grabbed JD's hand. "We're outside for Chris'sake!" He glanced around quickly before realizing that the terrace they were on was very secluded and private. He leaned back and kissed JD again, letting the hand free to roam where it wanted to go.
JD's tongue flicked in and out, teasingly. He felt Daniel get hard under his hand and decided that the deck was perfect. He stood up in the moonlight and undressed, tossing his clothes in a pile by the door. Daniel stood, and he helped him out of his shorts and silk bikinis.
Every time they embraced it was like the very first time. Daniel ran his hands lightly up JD's sides, always captivated by the muscle ridges and soft skin. They lingered on a deep kiss, JD's hands on Daniel's face. The ocean breeze cooled their over hot skin.
Daniel pulled the cushion off the two lounge chairs and put them on the deck. They lay down and embraced again, shutting the rest of the world out. After a few minutes, Daniel rolled over and spread his legs apart. JD gently moved on top and slid in, resting on Daniel's back. This was their favorite position, taking turns being on top or bottom, and they could lay like this for hours, joined and inseparable.
JD began to slide back and forth, rolling them gently on their sides. He reached around and found Daniel, moving his hand in rhythm with his thrusts. Of all the things JD loved, the feel and texture of Daniel in his hand was one of his favorites. The slightly over sized head and the thick veins on the bottom on the shaft were in perfect harmony with the silky smooth wrinkles of skin on the top. He firmly believed it was the most magnificent thing he'd ever seen or touched.
Daniel moaned with pleasure, thoroughly engrossed in sensations. He felt JD kissing his back and shoulders and arched as warmth began to spread through his abdomen. As he got closer, he clenched down on JD, sending them both into a fury. He erupted great gouts of orgasmic pleasure, covering JD's hand many times over, feeling himself fall into that neither world of orgasm.
"Gaughh!" JD gasped, shooting into Daniel like a cannon time after time. They shook and shook as wave after wave took them. He collapsed at last against Daniel, spent, and rolled him over to kiss face to face, blown away with emotional overload. They fell asleep in the light California air.
Tyler stretched awake, feeling very foggy and dry mouthed. He fumbled out of the sheet covering his bed and staggered into the bathroom and threw up. He'd been drunk once before, and knew from looking in the mirror that he had a hangover. His head throbbed. He got in the shower and stood almost still, not wanting to move his head much.
With a towel around his waist, he went into the living room rubbing his eyes. Through the glass doors, he could see Daniel and JD sitting outside drinking coffee and chatting, laughing now and then. He poured a cup of coffee for himself and took the pot out onto the terrace with him.
"Oh, did er little guy wake up with a headache?" JD mocked gently, watching him come out.
"I feel like my head is gonna fall off."
Daniel laughed and relieved him of the coffeepot, pouring more for himself and JD. "We thought we were going to have to call paramedics if you didn't wake up soon." He said, holding an uncooperative chair for Tyler.
"I'm fine. It's just that I can hear a moth fart at two hundred yards, okay?" Tyler sipped the coffee, silently praising God for its healing effects.
"There's breakfast, too, if you can eat." JD sat beside them, somewhat concerned about the puffy pale bags under the kid's eyes. "We're staying here tonight, so we don't need to pack, but we need to leave in about an hour."
"Okay. No food though." Tyler grumbled.
They got in the truck and headed into town. Despite his headache, Tyler was impressed by the city. It was the biggest place he'd ever been until now, and he'd missed a lot of the trip yesterday with his head buried in the computer.
They pulled up to a two-story building, long with granite accents, and parked near a tree for shade. Inside, JD signed them in, handing an assistant's pass to Tyler and a guest pass for Daniel. Daniel wasn't being shot this time.
Tyler met with a girl only a year or so older than he was and followed her towards the studio, writing down notes like he'd been shown and noting the locations for make up, wardrobe, admin., etc. An hour later he was taken to the format room where JD was going over the concept drawings with the art director and photographer.
When they finished, he took JD to make up, pleased that he had a fair idea of what he was doing. As they reached the door, a beautiful dark haired woman walked out, he eyes meeting JD's and lighting up. She rushed to him and threw her arms around him, surprising Tyler.
"JD!" Micah shrieked, kissing him full on the mouth. "Oh my GOD! I'm glad to see you!" JD laughed and picked her up, kissing her again.
"When Stacy called and said this was your ad, I came as fast as I could." He set her down and stepped back, holding her hands. "I'm proud of you, Micah. If this takes off, you're there, baby."
Tyler watched as she took him into the make up room, taken back by JD's familiarity with the woman. Unsure what to do, he found a chair out of the way and sat down, staying nearby in case JD needed anything.
JD stripped off his clothes and sat in a chair that looked kind of like a barber's chair, talking with Micah. As Tyler watched, they pulled his long brown hair back and made it into a bun. A short frumpy woman applied make up to his face, slowly transforming JD into an Egyptian Pharaoh, with black eyeliner and shaded cheekbones.
Tyler couldn't believe how JD sat there, naked, and talked about golf, school, the past, and his relationship with Daniel. They had him stand up, and the frumpy lady trimmed his pubic hair and shaved his arms, chest, and legs. Even his ass got shaved, causing Tyler a little sympathetic discomfort. Finally, they sprayed JD head to toe in a gold mist, making him seem almost like and Egyptian spirit or god. They dressed him in a white fancy silk like skirt, elaborate headdress, sandals, and lots of gold jewelry.
He barely recognized JD as they left the room for the studio, and he shook his head as he followed a freshly born ancient god down the hall. It was an incredible experience. The studio was filled with a set that resembled all of the old Egyptian horror movies he'd ever seen, but without the cobwebs and dust.
In fact, it looked modernized, much to Tyler's liking. There were two giant pillars, with fire pots at the base of a short set of stairs, and hieroglyphs painted in modern versions of what they would actually look like. JD stopped and talked to the photographer as the torches and such were lit, and the lights were turned on, bringing the ancient temple to life. It was very exciting.
"Two of the extras didn't show, and I need a slave boy!" The director snarled, throwing papers into a chair. "The whole fucking thing falls apart without all of the fucking elements!" An aging bald guy, short and paunchy, the director slammed a phone down and turned to JD, trying to bury some of his hostility. "Sorry. We were supposed to have this wrapped for final today. I don't know what the hell we're going to do."
"All we need is a boy to be a slave, is that it?" Daniel asked, coming up beside JD.
"Yeah, but the look has to be right, or it blows the whole goddamned thing."
Tyler walked up and handed JD a cup of water, oblivious to the prior conversation. He listened as the director ranted, looking around the set, and at the priestess actress' standing in one corner smoking. His attention wandered until he heard JD speak, then froze.
"You can use my assistant if he wants to do it." JD said, setting the paper cup on a table. "Why wait on the temp agency?"
The director fixed his eyes on Tyler, and his eyes narrowed. "Turn around kid, and kneel down on one knee." Terrified, Tyler did as he was told, looking up at Daniel. JD smiled at them both, and the director started shouting orders.
"What do you think, Ty?" JD asked, pulling him up off the floor. "Wanna be in a magazine ad?"
"I guess so." He mumbled, watching a small army of women run out of the make up room and come at them. "I never did anything like this, though."
Daniel put his arm on Tyler's shoulders. "I'll stay with you while they get you ready. The first time can scare the shit out of you."
"To late." Tyler whispered just before the women arrived and whisked him back into the make up room. Embarrassed, he undressed, hesitating when he got to his underwear. They put him in the same chair JD had been in, then greased his hair, curling it into a tight sort of skullcap. A bald cap with a long black braid was fitted and glued to his head and they did the same eye make up JD had gotten on him.
He stood up to be shaved, closing his eyes. The same old frump cut his pubic hair into a small short patch, and he stood stalk still as they shaved every inch of his body. He got numerous encouraging looks from Daniel, but still felt very alone and slightly scared to death. He was fitted with a shorter simpler skirt, sandals, and less jewelry. He looked in the mirror and saw an entirely different person than he'd ever seen before. He was bald except for the warrior's braid, and his skin was a shiny golden brown, like JD's. It accented all of his muscles, bringing a slight smile to his face.
He was hurried out to the set, had his part explained to him, and was handed a golden tray with a bottle of cologne glued to it. He knelt on the stairs as JD stood at the top, giving his best royal sultry look to the camera. The director told them how to move, where to look, etc., and every now and then a flash would go off.
After almost two hours, Tyler's knees were getting cramped. He heard somebody say something about it being a wrap, and there was wild applause. JD sat down beside him on the stairs and helped him turn around to sit. Tyler stretched his sore legs out and rubbed his knees.
Daniel walked up and handed them each a bottle of coke. "You guys will not believe this when you see it. It was fantastic." He sat down on the steps as they killed the lights, sipping his own coke. "Micah was on to something, JD. This is going to be big. I signed you both for the next three shoots in September for the Christmas ads."
"You maybe should have asked Tyler first." JD patted his shoulder, "He thinks he might be crippled now."
"What are you guys talking about?" Tyler pulled the painful sandals off, wiggling his toes. The bald cap itched and tugged at his face, and he really wanted it off.
"You're a hit, little buckaroo." Daniel took the boy's cheeks in his hands. "They thought you were almost as beautiful as JD and I do. They want you in the rest of these ads."
"Really?" Tyler perked up. "I get to be a model, too?"
"You are one now, Tex. The director, Cyd Alek, is going to call you tonight. There might be a series for you to do tomorrow for one of the boxer manufacturers. We can stay one more day if you want to."
"Holy shit." Tyler whispered, falling back on the stairs of the set. His mind spun. A model. They wanted him to be a model.
After long showers, they signed for their finances and expenses, Daniel showing Tyler where and what to do, and he agreed to come in for the next day. The director, Mr. Alek, was suddenly all smiles and warm handshakes as he walked them out to the truck. Tyler said very little, still absorbing what had been said.
To unwind, they took Tyler to the beach for the afternoon, fawning over him and keeping him from getting quiet again. Tyler threw himself into the waves, laughing like a little kid as they shoved him back onto the sand. JD picked him up and threw him out farther into the surf, only to be blind-sided by Daniel, taking them both under.
Back at the hotel, a wiry little man met them and handed Tyler a packet from one of the national banks with checks and two credit cards in it. He sat on the couch with the man, awed as it was explained how his new accounts would work, and listening as he was told his other account at home was closed and the balance transferred. He signed the signature cards, thankful that his mom was a stickler for good penmanship, and shook the man's hand when he left. He tapped the credit cards on his hand, wandering out onto the terrace in a daze. He rubbed in his ear with his finger, faintly amused when it came out with gold glitter on it.
"You okay?" Daniel asked, lying on a lounger.
"I'm in a fairy tale, man. This doesn't seem real at all." He sat on the end of the lounge and lay back in Daniel's lap, suddenly needing to be close to someone. "I don't want to wake up."
Daniel smoothed the boy's hair back, remembering what it had been like for him. "I think we should stay in tonight. I think you need the rest, Cub."
Tyler nodded, liking the nickname that Daniel had started using. He folded his legs under himself, relaxing in Daniel's arms. JD ordered pizza, and they ate on the deck and listened to 80's rock. Tyler never realized how tired he was until JD woke him up to go to bed. His feet were pins and needles as he went to his room from falling asleep cross-legged. He peeled of his swimming suit and tossed it at the dresser, then fell heavily on the bed, out like a light. He dreamt of Daniel and JD, Egyptian gods, and himself, their willing and loving slave boy.
The morning sun was in the windows, and Tyler stretched, not wanting to open his eyes. He rolled over and doze for a few more minutes, trying hard to not wake up. Resigned, he opened his eyes, then screamed and curled into a ball. Daniel landed in the middle of the bed with a hard bounce that nearly carried them off onto the floor, tickling Tyler's sides, legs and feet. Tyler giggled helplessly, trying to roll away.
"Oh, god, Daniel, no!" He pleaded, wrapping his arms around his middle. "Daniel, I have to piss! Please!" He finally managed to roll onto the floor and jumped up for a mad dash into the bathroom. Daniel laughed and got up from the bed to go back into the living room.
"You two sounded like a pack of elephants. I hope no one called security." JD chuckled, setting their bags by the door. They were packed for the trip home, having finished waiting for Tyler to get up. Tyler's shoot was in an hour and a half, after which they planned to hit the freeway and drive the rest of the way to Oregon.
In fifteen minutes, Tyler came out showered and dressed, his bag over his shoulder. He set it by the others and accepted a cup of coffee. When the bellboy arrived, JD stifled a laugh as Tyler gave instructions for the luggage, peeled off a ten-dollar bill, and sent the bellboy running. They had to be at least a few months apart in age, but Tyler definitely was waking up his commanding presence.
Micah met them at the studio, enthusiastically telling them that the Ages cologne ads had been bought, and that they were very well received. She was now doing the boxer ad as well, and would meet with Tyler after makeup and wardrobe had him.
He was a lot less worried this time, and didn't resent it when Daniel left to talk contracts. The frumpy lady even seemed friendly, offering him a tiny pair of bikini briefs to wear while he got made up. It was explained that he could keep these on so he could change from one set of boxers to another on the set, saving time, and giving him a tad of privacy. The carefully trimmed and styled his hair, and painted his entire body so that he appeared to have an even tan (no time to work on that yet).
There were twenty different pairs of boxers, and he was photographed in each one in several poses. It took almost three hours, but Tyler had the time of his life. He liked being coached into the different facial expressions, and how to use certain emotions to get the right look. Daniel and JD called on from behind the camera, offering advice and encouragement.
They left immediately after the shoot, heading for home. They drove through the redwoods, giving Tyler his first look, and took the coastal highway until it was time to turn towards the east. Tyler soaked up everything he saw and asked questions until JD was almost ready to gag him for the rest of the trip into West Falls.
Daniel's dad met them at the door, throwing his arms around both, and offering a handshake to Tyler. "Who's this?" He asked, pleased with Tyler's manners and grip.
"Your grandson, Tyler." Daniel quipped, setting bags on the floor. "I'm kidding, Pop. He worked for us in New Mexico, and did a hell of a job, so I had Mike Barruka set him up as our assistant. He's done some film work, too."
Tyler was given Daniel's room. He looked around at the various items and pictures before changing out of his rumpled clothes and into a pair of sweat shorts and a tank top. He found Daniel out on the patio with his parents, Arthur Daniel Broederick Sr., called Art, and Margie.
"JD went to his folk's house." Margie told him as he sat down. "They just got back from Portland earlier today."
"What were they doing there?" Daniel asked, accepting a cold coke from his mother. He sat across from his dad and had changed in to the rattiest pair of Op shorts Tyler had ever seen and a beat up T- shirt, totally blowing his model image. He had one leg up on the chair and sprawled the other out in front of him.
"JD's sister enrolled for college, honey. She's going to be a nurse practitioner, kind of like a doctor." She handed Tyler a soda and sat down, putting her feet up on her husband's lounge chair. Tyler admired their obvious closeness, watching as the man rubbed his wife's foot affectionately. He thought of the Cleaver's.
"You and JD need to meet with Larry Purvis tomorrow and sign papers for your house, by the way." Art said, looking at his son.
"How long will it take to close?" Daniel asked.
Art smiled and shook his head. "Son, I don't think you read my message right. It's done. I used your power of attorney and finished the rig a ma roll last week."
Daniel leaned forward and dropped his foot to the ground totally shocked. "You mean it's completely done?"
"You own it, Daniel. I have the keys in my pocket." He pulled out a pair of silver keys and held them out, his face glowing with pride. "It's yours, Dan. I'm proud of you."
Daniel took the keys almost reverently, his eyes filling with water. He was silent for a long moment, hands shaking, then jumped to his dad and wrapped his arms around the man. "Oh, god, Pop. Thank you so much."
Art patted Daniel's back, trying not to cry himself. "It was your money, boy. All I did was chase lawyers." Daniel sat back down and bounced the keys in his hand, a broad grin on his face. Tears streaked his cheeks, and he accepted a hug from his mother. "We really did it. I can't believe we really did it." A thought struck him and he looked up alarmed. "Does JD or his parents know?"
Art shook his head. "I thought you might want to tell him."
"I do. Thanks, Pop."
They talked almost until one am, when Tyler began to yawn hugely. Margie agreed to help with decorating, and they talked furniture and such. Art leaned his head towards Tyler, catching Daniel's attention. The boy dozed with his head lolling on his chest, and they decided to call it a night
After seeing Tyler to his room, Daniel laid on the couch in the family room, reviewing his life and how far he'd come. This same room had seen the beginnings of his life with JD, his broken limbs healing, and some of the greatest sex he'd ever had. His thoughts wandered to the new house as he drifted off, and what would be the beginnings of a long life with his partner. It would be interesting to see where Tyler fit in.