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Fagboy & Fagdad - Part 3
Tyler was glad he made the decision to update his home. The changes were substantial: tearing down a couple of walls to combine the living room, dining room, and the kitchen into a great room, removing the third bedroom to expand the other two, and to update the kitchen and baths. It probably would have been easier to sell this place and buy a new home, but given the current housing market, this was a lot less complicated. Fortunately, Tyler owned the home outright; the "silver lining" to his wife's death was that they'd both heavily insured each other should something like that happened. Her death was sudden and unexpected; the docs said sometimes these things "just happen." But it had taken Ty a few years to be able to accept it and move on. Redoing the house was a means to that end.
Tyler and his wife had married right out of high school, and Ryan was born when Ty was 19. So they'd pretty much grown up together and in some respects they acted more like brothers than father and son. They had both been devastated from her death and both felt fortunate that they had each other to count on. Although they were always close, these past few years had given them an even deeper sense of trust and concern for each other and they'd come adept at both giving each other emotional support and to provide a little extra space when needed. They had a good home together and Tyler was reluctant to risk upsetting the rhythms that had set them in synch. But the time had come where they both felt the need to aim toward the future while still accepting their past. And so came the desire to restructure their home.
Tyler was equally glad he'd taken a co-worker's recommendation and contacted Alexi. He was very professional, knowledgeable about his craft, and it seemed no matter what ideas Ty had tossed out there, Alexi's instinct wasn't to say "no", but to say "how". Always finding a way to make things happen.
Alexi also had a very calming confidence. As issues came up, he didn't just report the problem, but also had at least one workable solution. Like finding there were load-bearing beams in the wall separating the kitchen from the dining room. Solution: make it a short wall, waist high, and keep the beams as pillars rising from the wall. It was perfect.
Tyler became quite comfortable just leaving the details in Alexi's hands. And although their home was far from finished, things were progressing well and Tyler became increasingly comfortable having Alexi around. It was great seeing Ryan, his otherwise shy son, becoming friends with Alexi as well. Tyler often invited the contractor to share dinner with them, and he was delighted every time Alexi agreed. It was a wonderful experience to cook dinner and have it set out for Alexi when he was ready. A way of saying thanks. It was over one such meal, just the two of them because Ryan was out with a couple of his friends, that Alexi asked Tyler for a favor.
"Listen, Ty. My folks will be coming into town next week. I usually put them up at my place, but this time they're bringing along extended family from Moscow and I'm going to have to give up my room as well. If I work over the weekend, would it be ok if I put a sleeping bag over in the corner..."
"Of course not. I'd love to have you here, Alexi, but a sleeping bag? No. I've got a king-size bed and a twin-sized me. Take the other half of the bed. Plenty of room. And you don't need to work over the weekend; after all, your family's here to see you, right?"
"Thanks, but Ty, I tend to take a lot of room in a bed. Every time a woman spends the night with me, she calls me a `bed hog.' And as for the family, I didn't say I was eager to see them . "
"Take all the time and room you need, buddy. For all the work you're doing here, it's the least I can do." Ty liked having Alexi around; he'd sleep on the sofa if he had to.
The Friday night came when Alexi was staying over. Tyler hadn't recognized it, but he'd thought about little else over the past few days. He stopped on the way home for some Chinese food and had just laid everything out on the table. Alexi walked in, chest and arms bare. "I'm really sorry, Ty. I spilled turpentine on my shirt and had to take it off. I didn't think to bring a change of clothes with me today, which is kinda stupid since I'll be here for awhile. Would you mind if I toss the shirt in the wash while we eat?"
Ty couldn't take his eyes away from Alexi's upper body. It wasn't sexual, he told himself; he just admired that kind of physical presence and power. "Um, sure, I'll take care of it. Here, eat, before it gets cold. Anything else you want washed?"
"Well, it seems kind of stupid to waste all that water on a T-shirt." Alexi stripped down and gave all his clothes to Tyler. "Thanks so much for doing this." He then sat down and helped himself to dinner while Tyler started the wash, unable to get the image of Alexi's muscular body out of his head
He came back to find Alexi using the other two chairs as footrests. "It feels nice to be able to stretch out my legs. Why don't you just sit over there, " Alexi suggested, nodding toward the short wall opposite, "and wait for the clothes to finish? After all, you don't want them staying in the washer all damp."
Something should have gone off in Tyler's head. He was being asked (well, told, really) to sit on the floor while his houseguest used all three chairs to eat dinner. But it really was no problem. After all, sitting on the floor where Alexi suggested would give him no reason to look anywhere else but at Alexi's naked body. And Tyler didn't want to look anywhere else. So he walked over to the short wall and dropped. Watching Alexi eat. Waiting, in case he needed anything.
"Ty, my beer's getting low. Should I just get one from the fridge?"
"No, please, let me get it for you." Ty jumped up and took care of it.
"Nice, thanks." Alexi smiled. "A guy could get used to this." Something about the way Alexi said that made Ty's insides tingle. He sat back on the floor and kept staring at Alexi. He realized that Alexi knew he was staring and he started to blush. Alexi smiled and kept on eating. That was all the validation Tyler needed; his cock started to throb and swell. It wasn't a hard-on exactly. This wasn't about sex; it was something else, something Tyler didn't yet understand.
"Tyler, I think the washing machine's done." Without another word, Ty got up and moved the clothes into the dryer. He came back and sat back on the floor.
"By the way, Ty, where's your son this evening?"
"I figured you'd want some quiet, so I suggested he spend the night studying with some friends."
"Well, that was very kind of you, Ty. You really know how to take care of a guy." Again, just something in the way Alexi used his words. Ty realized he liked taking care of him. Doing things for him. Making him feel good. There was only one thing to say and Tyler said it without even thinking, sitting on the floor looking up at Alexi.
"It's my pleasure, Sir." Saying it, Tyler took a step back in his brain, trying to figure out just what was going on inside. He was honest: it was a pleasure. He enjoyed this. It felt incredibly right to let Alexi take charge and just do what Alexi wanted. He trusted Alexi, he felt comfortable with Alexi's confidence and ease. There was nothing skittish or hesitant about guys like Alexi. There was a kind of validation in being able to make him happy that Tyler had never felt before.
Tyler was so busy trying to work through all this that he was startled by the dryer buzzer. Getting Alexi's clothes out of the dryer, he folded them and brought them back into the kitchen. He saw Alexi's plate on the floor where Ty had been stationed, with the rest of the take-out on it. Clearly, Ty's dinner. Alexi was in the living room, watching TV. Ty put Alexi's clothes on the table and went to the drawer to get himself some silverware.
"There's no need to dirty up another knife and fork, is there, Ty?"
"I guess not." Ty slunk down to the floor and ate the tepid leftover Chinese food using his hands. He was surprised to find his heart beating a little harder and faster, his cock getting a little harder. He ate quickly, loaded up the dishwasher, and joined Alexi in the living room. Alexi was in the middle of the sofa. "Here are your clothes."
"Just put them in the bedroom, Ty. I'm pretty comfortable right now." Ty quickly padded off to the bedroom, put Alexi's clothes on his dresser and rejoined him in the living room.
Alexi sat in the middle of the couch. Ty could sit in one of the side chairs or take one of the couch seats adjacent to Alexi. He really wanted the latter, but didn't think Alexi would like that. The thing was, though, the side chairs were on either side of the TV. Sitting in one of them would mean watching Alexi instead of watching TV with him. But there really wasn't much choice if he didn't want to displease Alexi; he sat in a side chair and watched the man who was clearly taking charge. During a commercial break, Alexi brought up his leg and scratched himself on his upper thigh. Tyler couldn't believe he heard himself moan. Alexi chuckled without ever looking away from the TV.
"Ty, is there another beer for me in the fridge?" Ty got up, got the beer for Alexi, and sat back down in the side chair.
"You know, Ty, as comfortable as I am right now, I really should put on something. What if Ryan were to come home for some reason?" Tyler started to walk across to the bedroom. "No, don't do that. They're all the way over there. You and I are about the same size. Just give me what you're wearing. This way my clothes will be fresh for tomorrow."
Tyler saw the flaw in that logic. Coming home and seeing his father naked would be no less weird than seeing Alexi naked. But logic wasn't a concern. Ty took off his shirt and handed it to Alexi. Fortunately it was a loose-fitting business shirt. Alexi put it on but left it unbuttoned so it would fit without tearing. Ty unzipped his pants and peeled them off, handing them to Alexi. Alexi waited for more.
"My shorts, too?"
"Of course. You don't want my dirty ass in your pants, do you?"
"But, I'm ....."
"What? We're just two guys here, Ty. I'm sure it's nothing I haven't seen before. Just fuckin' take off your shorts."
"Yes, Sir." Ty's now full erection was in plain view. Alexi laughed.
"Yeah, I probably don't want to wear shorts you've been leaking in all night, queerboy. I'll just keep these on the coffee table under my feet and wear your pants bareback. Go back to your seat, faggot."
Tyler sat down. "Um, Alexi, I'm not gay."
Alexi shrugged at Ty's erection while putting on his pants. "Yeah, sure. That's some erection you've got there for a straight guy." Ty didn't know what to say at this point so he just quietly sat, recognizing but not understanding the hunger that was eating away inside him.