The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
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JUNE Heats Up 04 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Yeah. Everybody should have a friend like Kevin!"
"Get off it J-C. After I shoved your dick up Brendan's ass you were as happy as a pig in shit!"
Missing a pothole in the road didn't detract from Emre's thoughts of how it possibly could be, a pig happy in shit?
"By the way, Jean-Claude, you're doing a few miles over the speed limit?"
Jean-Claude remarks about Brendans comment, "Remind me next time not' to pick a cop to date?"
Brendan reached over, pinching Jean-Claude's ass.
"You're gonna have me have an accident Brendan!"
"Accidental hardon?" He then questions, his hand sliding over Jean-Claude's thigh and lightly playing with his nuts.
"Stop that!" Jean-Claude scolds him, slapping his hand away.
"Oh yeah," he glances to the back, "I forgot. Would not want to corrupt the minds of the kiddies in the back seat!"
Jean-Claude rib-tickles' Brendan, "And you're going to prevent' crisis' with gay teens?"
It started with Kevin kicking up some laughter and saying, "I could just picture Brendan with a kid who has a temper..." Then imitating Brendan, "Oh honey, if he gives you a problem just pinch his ass!"
He makes excuse for himself, Brendan replying, "It only works on adults!"
"Owwwwwwch!" Kevin calls outs. "Emre-e-e-e!"
Abusive people from the past would make Kevin tense, often trying to fight back, but looking at Emre, a vision of a puppy dog who has done wrong and quickly forgave, "If it were anybody else..." and he proceeded to give Emre a peck on the cheek.
In the front seat Jean-Claude and Brendan discussed some of the aspects of Brendan's job, "Well at least you have two role models to work with."
"Me and you?"
"Noooo," Jean-Claude says and sort of humorously, "the kiddies in the back seat!"
"Hmm, you just might have something there," Brendan wiggles his eyebrows.
"I was only joking, Bren."
"Y'know it was Kevin's predicament which started me to thinking and I bet if he related to some of the youth which passed through the doors of the Crisis Intervention Center I bet...."
"I ain't getting' up in front of no group and spilling my guts," Kevin reads into Brendan's thoughts.
"I'm not saying that at all Kevin. What I was thinking if you joined in an informal gathering, your story could be important to one of the other guys' problems. After all you seemed to have made adjustments which are going to reflect in the outcome to your life story, thus far."
"I think you listen to Brendan?"
Sketchy on the details, Kevin pondered Brendan's theory, only after Emre's coaxing statement. For one thing, he didn't care to make a spectacle of himself, but Kevin had to admit when Brendan mentioned, `group' it took some of the bitter out of his thoughts on the matter, plus Emre's positive opinion.
"I suppose I could find the time."
Joking, Jean-Claude rattles off, "Oh yes, Kevin. Between going to college, studying, doing your chores around the house..."
"Chores?" Kevin replies in a frightened tone of voice, upon first hearing of it.
"You don't think I'm going to do we`re doing your laundry?"
"That's different," Kevin replied to Jean-Claude.
"Maybe we do more so we cannot pay rent?" Emre meant bartering.
Stopping at a red light Jean-Claude chills. Turning slightly towards `the kiddies' he hypothesizes, "Hmm, maybe you can take up the duties of the housemaid who comes in once a week."
Brendan jokes, "Sure they can. Get out their toothbrushes and clean the baseboard in the jon, make sure all the floors are cum-free..."
And it backfires on him, Emre insinuating, "Especially after today in the kitchen?"
"Way to go Emre!" Kevin adds praise to his rebuttal.
Having put the sunshade down to keep the morning glare out of his eyes, Emre's face reflected in the mirror. "You'll get yours too, Emre!"
"What he mean me get mine?"
It put the zing back in the joking around, Brendan smiling. All in all nobody got mad at anybody.
"Well fellas, here's where I work!"
But Kevin and Emre weren't looking at the odd-shaped building, a mass of squares, rectangles and triangles. Instead their vision lay trained on the ocean, watching some morning surfers trying to catch a wave.
"I've always wanted to try that!" Kevin states.
Then a fact about Brendan surfaces which none had an inkling thereof, "I've lived part of my life in the mecca of the Cali surfing scene."
He didn't even get the key in the door, Jean-Claude joining the trio whom looked towards the Atlantic.
"Oh really and I suppose you had a following of surfer boys Bren?"
"Yeah," Brendan replied. Then immediately following, the glee went out of his voice as he made a u-turn and headed towards the modern building.
"Something wrong with Brendan," Emre says as he and Kevin do the same.
"You got that right Emre," Kevin replies. Then to Jean-Claude, following, "Um, what's with Brendan?"
"I don't know," Jean-Claude says, wanting to know the same. Then filing past the three, "Let me get that Brendan," after Brendan tried the knob.
While Jean-Claude keyed the lock, Emre tries reading, "Lum-berry-oh, Kwee-zah-dah..."
"No Emre, it's pronounced `k'... Quezada and J-C's name is Lom-beriou. The rest is O'Keefe, that's Denny and this last dude is Firsterwalder," and softly on the side, "With the name Firsterwalder, he's got to be some geek!"
They laughed it off as they entered the contemporary architect firm.
"Wow! This cool!" Emre said of the first few steps inside the door.
"Cool!" Kevin thought the same.
Of the vast openness Brendan says, "You would never know it from the outside."
Jean-Claude was happy of whatever was bothering Brendan, had seemed to pass. "Most people think the same."
And no sooner had they reached a suite of offices, "Mornin' everybody!"
All turned towards the door. Kevin and Emre knew Denny so realized it had to be the other two on the gold-toned plaque hanging in front of the glass at the door.
"Gentleman," Jean-Claude referred to Brendan, Kevin and Emre, "meet my colleagues in crime, Jaime Quezada and Cody Firsterwalder."
And they soon found out more about the two colleagues when Quezada asks Firsterwalder, "Oh Cody honey, I left my briefcase in the car. Would you terribly mind?"
Good-naturedly, Firsterwalder replies, "Sure. Got the key?" He was an expert catcher.
He was leaving, the door open, ready for his exit, when he turned slightly, smiled and then left.
"Emre!" Kevin scorns him. "Next time you say something like that, keep it like quiet?"
"Oops!" Emre replies, too late repairing the way he said, `Fisterwald is no geek!'
"Firster'walder'," Kevin sets the name-calling straight. But looking upon the dark-haired twenty-year old he couldn't possibly be angry. "Next time, tell me in my ear?" he pointed his finger to the side of his head.
"I have something to tell you." Kevin lent an ear as Emre leaned in. Instead of a whisper, Emre kissed him on the cheek, saying, "You can forgive me?"
Shaking his head, realizing it would have to take something really bad 'not' to forgive his angelic lover, Kevin replies, "No problem. Anytime."
Then, as Cody Firsterwalder returns, Emre says, "Sorry I called you geek!"
Kevin wanted to run and hide!
Taking it in stride, Cody replies, "It wouldn't be the first time!" He laughed.
Kevin felt a little bit better about it.
But he fell prone to finding a hiding place when Emre says, "Kevin tell me I must tell him in his ear when I say something like a name."
Handing Jaime his satchel, a thank you' returned, Cody sideswipes his partner and partner' and heads back toward the two. "So! How do you like my work?" he looks around.
"You design this?" Emre replies.
Kevin adds, "You sure know your stuff."
More interested in the details of how the building was put together, from the drawing board to the actual construction, Emre fired out questions left and right.
Leading the two around, Kevin was checking out some other details. Only because Cody had a suit, shirt and tie on he only estimated beyond the basics; medium blond hair, thin sideburns, `nope', he concluded, whereas he didn't notice readily, the sideburns ran along the sides of Cody's face, almost under his chin. Early thirties, he figured Cody's age, about 5'11 or 6 feet tall and by the way his suit tugged at his crotch he had to have something substantial down below.
"So what do you think Kevin?"
He missed the question! But faking his way through he replies, "I think you're some kind of genius Cody."
Cody and Emre exchanged glances, wondering maybe if Kevin got the question wrong.
Letting it go right over his head, Cody replies, "That's kind of you Kevin." And then stating the intentional question, "So, what do you think about the possibility of Emre designing something for this patch of `nothingness'?"
"Yeah I think it would be a good idea. Maybe a pot of roses?"
"No Kevin. Cody say I draw up plan. He give me budget and I make it happen."
"Budget? Like how much?" He was figuring about a hundred bucks.
Both looked to Cody. "Well, I would say with plants, soil, some ornamental fixtures, possibly Emre's idea of a fountain and assorted stone... do you think two or three grand would do it?"
Their mouths hung open. None could be as more surprised as Emre, "I make it less."
Then Kevin started getting the wrong impression, watching Cody scan Emre's figure.
"Nonsense. This is a luxury building. We deal with customers who have a lot to spend." And he gave permission, "Go overboard. Make this your really first and foremost elegant project Emre."
How silly Kevin thought of being `jealous', if that indeed was what he was feeling. Cody's a married man!
"I still try to make for less."
"We'll see," Cody replies.
With the approach of Jaime and Jean-Claude, Brendan trailing, Kevin felt good, like he was getting even when he spotted Brendan doing the same to Cody as Cody was doing to Emre!
"So, what have you boys been cooking up?" Jean-Claude inquires.
Before anyone could respond, in walks Denny.
"Top-o'the-mornin'-to-ya!"
"Somebody had a good weekend," Jean-Claude greets his associate.
"Damn right! Then passing right by Jaime and Cody, he wishes them a, "Have a great weekend as usual?"
They replied in the affirmative, Cody saying, "More than a nice sprint on the boardwalk!"
It went over Denny's head, him noticing somebody new'. "Customer?" He asked even though he doubted it, since the office didnt open for business till ten.
Before Jean-Claude can address him, Kevin's out with, "J-C's new husband!"
Of course it wasn't mentioned, even though Jean-Claude had confided in Jaime he and Brendan were dating. "Well I don't know about that!" he answers.
A different approach, Brendan replies, "Sounds agreeable to me!"
With Brendan smiling, Jean-Claude wasn't at all taken aback by it. To him, Brendan had it all, the physical: proportionate height set at 6'1, most ample enough to hold up his worked-out hundred and ninety-something pounds, not to mention the weight between his legs, same as his 9.5c shaft when fully erect, hair here and there, just enough to please a guy without going overboard and to round it out, a sweet, loving character. Going for him too, Jean-Claude thought of the effort Brendan took to `look him up'.
While he was thinking, he slipped into a stupor, waking to Brendan snapping his fingers in front of his face. "Yo! You in there Jean-Claude?"
"Where'd everybody go?"
"So? What business is it which was taking you away from us?"
"Oh nothing."
Brendan stood there, his look forcing out the truth.
"Okay, so I was thinking about," and instead of the blunt, right out approach, "maybe you and I setting up house?"
"Not mine!" Brendan asks. During interludes, a break in their intense sexual escapades, it was chatted about, the small studio apartment Brendan rented, verses Jean-Claude's condo.
"I think we've already sorted that one out!" True, since Brendan mentioned the tiny dwelling, a room which tripled as living room, bedroom and kitchen, a table almost next to the sofa-bed and then there was the jon, shower only, plus the smallest sink in the world and toilet.
It did occur to Jean-Claude, "We've only known each other," he thought about it, "has it been two days?"
"Roughly."
"Do you think we should wait?"
"Hell no!"
Laughing, Jean-Claude slipped into a soft mood when Brendan's arms encircled his waist, their bods forced together along with their lips.
"Hey J-C, that Emre has.... Oh, sorry. Hmm..."
"What?" Jean-Claude questions Denny.
"Not to be picky about it, J-C, but wasn't it `you' who pointed out how it wasn't too cool, when me and the pizza guy got it on in the office?"
He made excuse to Denny, "Yeah and remember, the boss makes the rules and can break them at his leisure!"
First he`s heard of it, Brendan asks, "He's the boss?"
Being Jean-Claude and Denny had known each other for ages, way before Lomberiou and O'Keefe became Lomberiou, Quezada, O'Keefe & Firstwalder, Denny taking a furlow while Quezada took his place, coming back to the firm, then Firstwalder's invitation to join the firm, things which seemed official never took on that tone, but rather a casual approach to Jean-Claude and Denny having their differences. "Only at work," Jean-Claude says of the `boss' position.
Brendan thought differently, happy to have Jean-Claude the dominant figure in their bedroom!
"Regardless," Denny broke off the conversation between the two, "Jaime is raving about Emre's ideas of the planting at the back of the firm, you know that little stretch of property where we take clients out back to sit?"
Putting his hand on Denny's shoulder, Jean-Claude asks his buddy in pleasure and business, "So what are we looking at here, Denny?"
Brendan smiled as he followed along. Yet his thoughts weren't on gardening, but rather how it paid off big time for him to do the extra legwork in tracking down a passerby whom happened to catch his eye!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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