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JUNE Heats Up 01 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Did I hear somebody.... At the.... Door?" Jean-Claude's words fell on deaf ears at he entered the kitchen. Then, to Brendan, "They must've gone out."
"Lucky for us," Brendan replied, slowly making his way with Jean-Claude, sneaking up behind him as coffee was being prepared.
"Wow! What, your testosterone flows 24 hours a day?"
"Twenty-six!" Brendan replies as his hands circle Jean-Claude. As he rubs his hairy chest on Jean-Claude's back, his hands are busy, the right rubbing Jean-Claude's soft, light brown chest fur, the other sinking down, stopping momentarily to massage the rim around his bellyhole. His lips sweetly tease an ear.
Abruptly Jean-Claude turns, which breaks off all contact, much like a light switch darkening a room.
"What? I thought you liked the sweet, sensitive way I make love to you, Jean-Claude?"
"I did. I do. I like it a lot Brendan, but..."
"Here it comes," he says, his arms dropping to his sides in retreat.
Viewing the dismal face, Jean-Claude figures he better quickly state his case. Taking Brendan's hands in his he tells, "What I was going to say is... Bren, I like you... I more than like you...."
Feeling like this is going the way he hoped, Brendan lightens up, tightens his fingers, saying, "I can't help it, Jean-Claude, but I myself, I'm so taken by you that... well...."
And before Brendan can get it out, Jean-Claude speaks his mind, "I think I've fallen in love with you too!"
Disengaging a hand, Brendan raises his right fist, flexes a bicep and pulls it down, letting out a forced, "Yes!"
Bright as the sun, Jean-Claude's face lights up, a brilliant smile adorning his lips after he lets out a giggle, he renders, "I take it you had this planned all along?"
Joking, Brendan replies, "I thought about it way back after Mike introduced us, really I wanted to wait to see how good your cock tastes!"
Batting back, Jean-Claude tells, "Oh really? I'd rather think you were waiting to see how 'full-filled' your ass feels!"
His hands all over Jean-Claude, Brendan says, "Hmmm, so maybe I'll wait to answer your question until tomorrow morning?"
"Why put off for tomorrow what we can do today?"
Kissing Jean-Claude, behind his back Brendan was switching off the coffeemaker.
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"A penny for your thoughts?"
Emre turned his head over his right shoulder.
"Don't tell me."
"What should I not tell you?" Emre asks Kevin
"Maybe we should start this over," Kevin thought when Emre didn't get the first words out of his mouth after the two had sat on the beach for the longest time without a peep, watching the sun reflect off the ocean waves.
"You and me? How can we start over?"
This was going nowhere fast, but Kevin thought it comical rather than frustrating. Although, he didn't laugh at Emre's ignorance. Instead of sitting there in the sand behind Emre, he tumbled him over backwards, into a sleep position of the soft surface. Half covering his bod and half off, Kevin kissed his lips.
"Well isn't this a sweet sight!"
Popping up from the reclining position, Kevin asks Mike Knight, "What do you want?"
He was joking, Mike saying, "I could have you both arrested for a lewd act in public?"
Emre following Kevin's lead, the two stand, Kevin refuting, "For kissing on the beach? People do that everyday. Damn, the jails must be full all summer!"
Like he thought earlier, This kid's got moxie!' So Mike drops the comedy act. Really he wanted to make friends, make amends. Thats why he took to looking around the beach, to go out of his way to track down Kevin. "Okay, so how about instead of pressing any charges, I invite you and your boyfriend over to the Pizza Villa for lunch?"
Standing there, hands on hips, still a mistrusting look on his face, Kevin responds, "How come you're being so nice. You want something, right?"
In all honesty, Emre didn't realize exactly what he was saying, something which come across as a blunt accusation, he softly says, "Maybe he wants to get in your pants?"
Neither Kevin nor Mike knew what to say to that, both turning to the Turkish lad with mouths dropped open in awe.
But it made Kevin lighten up at least, scratching the side of his neck, which led to his finger slipping aside the collar of his crew tee shirt, adding some ventilation as he tried covering for his boyfriend, "Um, Emre didn't really mean what he said..."
"Uh-huh..." Mike replies.
"I mean, he like really didn't like... well being from another country...."
"Uh-huh..."
"I mean you can hear it yourself from his accent he's not from around here."
Nicely, Mike was making Kevin sweat it out. "And?"
"Well, usually when a person's from a different country and they get to the U.S., sometimes they say things not knowing what it's about. Get it Mikey?"
At least Mike thought he was getting somewhere. When he left Jean-Claude's place this morning, gone were the feelings of getting to know Kevin for the reason's Emre just pointed out, though he was ready to forgive and forget. "Sure I get it 'Kevin' and so... why don't we all kiss and make up and go have some pizza?" His thumb pointed over his shoulder at the boardwalk leading to Pizza Villa.
This time Kevin felt obligated, he and Emre following along, but he still wasn't ready to let his guard down.
On their stroll down the Asbury Park boardwalk, mostly Mike talked about tracking the two down.
"Oh, so where did you park?"
With cheer in his voice and ready for a rebuttal, Mike replies, "No parking zone two blocks the other way?" he threw his thumb over his shoulder.
"Figures. If it were Jean-Claude or Denny there would be a ticket on the windshield," Kevin says.
Differing, Mike says, "Nah. Most likely they would be towed!"
Innocently Emre asks, "Then they would get ticket after they found out their car?"
By this time Kevin was lifting the barrier of hate, "If it was Mikey giving the ticket, he would probably ticket both, front and back windshields!"
Mike laughed it off, Emre joining in, Kevin just smiling. As they approached Pizza Villa, he tells the boys, "The pizza's on me. Think about what you would like on it."
Standing at the counter Kevin and Emre looked over the menu high above the counter while Mike checked out the menu standing in front of the counter.
"Okay. I know what we want," Kevin says.
The cute guy behind the counter asked, so Mike replies, "Tell him what you want boys."
Kevin figured Mike 'owed' him for waking him out of half asleep at the bus stop and then giving him a hassle, so ordered, "Two extra large pizzas with everything on'em, except the little fishies, and extra cheese."
"Two?" Mike started to get 'wallet burn' in his back pocket. "Didn't you two eat breakfast?"
"Sure we did Mikey!" Kevin replies, handing Emre two bottles of Gatorade from the cooler, taking three himself.
"My aren't we thirsty?" Mike said, watching the two set the plastic bottles on the counter.
"Sure," Kevin replies, "I mean Jean-Claude will probably be thirsty too!"
"Jean-Claude?"
Seeing where Kevin was headed with this, Emre says, "Brendan too!"
So Mike carried the two large boxes of pizza as Emre and Kevin hauled the Gatorade back to Jean-Claude's place.
"Don't tell me those two aren't up yet?" Mike questions, kicking the front door shut. And then, not familiar with the floor plan, asks, "Hey! Where'd you go?"
"We are in the kitchen, Mikey," Emre says, standing in the archway between here and there.
Proceeding in his direction, passing through the portal Mike tacks on a smile, adding a little, "Thanks there, Emre."
Graciously Emre returns the quaint expression.
Setting the pizza down on the kitchen table, Mike suggests, "Somebody oughta go and wake them two up before their day is wasted away."
"Yeah, `somebody' oughta," Kevin agrees, with a wicked sense about his face.
Emre volunteers, "I can do it."
"No way," Kevin says. "And leave me here alone with the `body-snatcher'? You go, Mikey!"
"I suppose I could," Mike says, not minding the task at all!
Kevin informs, "Upstairs, second door to the right."
"I can show you?" Emre offers.
Kevin declines it, saying, "If Mikey can find his way around the block, he can find their bedroom!"
Cutting his own joke, Emre says, "I hope Mikey can remember where he parked his car!"
"I hope he gets towed!"
As he leaves, Mike says under his breath, "Why are you guys being so `nice' to me?"
The `second door to the right' was closed and with his hand on the door knob, the police officer wondered if he should be nice and knock or, in a split instant-decision... "Okay... everybody freeze!"
Flashing over the bed, the bedroom light shone down from above, the pair lying there, Brendan curled up in the form of Jean-Claude's bod, back to front position. As Jean-Claude stirred awake, his arms gathering Brendan up, dragged him around to lying flat on his back too.
Startled to say the least, Brendan asks, "What's this about Mike?" He pulls the sheet up over both of their waists.
Mike was probably a little more than embarrassed, but Jean-Claude saw fit to liven it up, "Um, you can put down your weapon, officer!"
"Oh! Sorry!" Mike said, lowering his arms he had stretched out straight, his two index fingers pointed towards the bed, his hands mimicking a gun. And then as if nothing happened, as if Mike didn't barge in on the two sleeping lovers, he says, "Um, we've got some pizza downstairs if you want some breakfast..." and nervously, "I mean lunch! Yeah that's it... you guys want some lunch?"
Jean-Claude didn't know Mike very well, but Brendan did, so Jean-Claude just followed his lead, when Brendan tells Mike, "Oh I'm rather sure you much more would like to be a part of this sandwich huh Mike? I mean what's one piece of bread without the other? The sandwich falls apart!"
He knew it would be otherwise and it was, Mike saying, "Um no thanks. I better get down there before those boys have it all eaten up on me!"
And when Mike closed the door, Jean-Claude questions, "I'm curious about a couple of things."
"Shoot!" Brendan says as he rotates his bod to face Jean-Claude.
"What would you have done if Mike started stripping down?"
"Oh he could have stripped down all he wanted, but if he as much as set a toe in this bed he'd have his ass kicked all the way to the boardwalk!"
Laughing as he said it, Jean-Claude heralded him with, "And I bet you could do it!"
"Oh, do I come on to you as a tough guy?"
"On the contrary," Jean-Claude turns his bod, chest to chest, getting romantically comfortable, "you're nothing like that when you `come on to me'!"
After a quickie peck on the lips, Brendan asks, "And what was your other curious question?"
"My other curious question?" Jean-Claude question himself. "Oh yeah! My other question was, just what part of the sandwich would you have been?"
Brendan didn't directly answer him, instead hopped up out of bed and as he went straight ahead to start up the shower, Jean-Claude followed him about as Brendan spelled out the contents of his favorite Subway sandwich, with everything on it.
It earned him a slap on the ass, Jean-Claude uttering, "You're such a badboy!"
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....