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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `TWiSTs oF FATe!' 07
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Chris did have a license to drive within the perimeters of the island, but rarely exercised his right to do so. Foot-travel, like others, was his mainstay. Heading out the front door of the hospital, he was right in step, keeping up with Eric, commandeering Jay's wheelchair.
Then, thrown into the works, who comes around the corner, but Jesse Spenser, "Jay! Funny running into you!"
Looking up at Jesse, Jay says, "You look different without your board," then to the kid next to him, "who's your boyfriend?"
Hardly, older and younger, 32-year old vs. 18, Jesse jokes, "My son, Timmy!"
"I'm not Jesse's son," Tim sets Jay straight, walking over to shake his hand, rather clench hands in a brotherly fashion, "and we didn't just happen to happen by."
"So much for keeping secrets," Chris directs to Jesse.
"I'll say," Jesse death-stares Tim.
Forgetting about it, Jay asks, "Where are you guys off to?"
As it winds up, Jesse explains `Warrior One', but remembered he had made an informal appointment with Jared to introduce him to a perspective team member at the facility, which in turn, "Your brother said meet him at your place, which is where we are headed."
Jay thought it cool, "Great. We can all head over there, on account of I'm interested to know why Jare is so intent on keeping me away!"
Eric butts in, "He says he's fixing the place up."
Slipping, Jay says, "Because I peed on the rug?"
"You peed on the rug?" Tim asks, as they all slowly walk down the street.
"Not something I'm proud of," Jay responds.
Eric, having heard the story, sums things up, "Jay fell out of bed, because the dudes who were taking care of him were in the bath tub."
Literally pulling the plug on Eric's pushing him, grabbing the tires of his chair, Jay sarcastically says, "Anything else you want to know about, make sure you ask Eric!"
Bending down, like talking to the top of Jay's head, Eric says, "Oh, I wasn't supposed to say anything?"
Chris, who knew a great deal about Eric, had already enlightened Jay, "I told you, don't tell me I didn't warn you!"
Looking up at Eric, boyish grin on his lips, Jay says, "I know. I was warned. My fault." Moving past this, Jay asks, "So, what's this all about with my brother, Jesse?"
Halfway to Jay's beach house, Jesse unloads, "We had an applicant at `Warrior One' this afternoon, a walk in off the street and he looked good."
"Really?" Jay says it, like Jesse knew how he meant it.
Huffing, Jesse says, "His `application' looked good," though Jesse would not be able to dispute the 38-year old looking fox, but didn't want to stoop down to Jay's level at the moment. "So I phoned Jared and he said bring him by this evening if it was convenient for him."
"Take my advice," Jay didn't mind at all Tim walked along with the flaps of his shirt blowing open, "you better button up Jesse, and look presentable?"
Looking down upon Jay, Jesse turns the tables, "At least I'm not rolling about town in my bunny suit?"
Jay replies, "Chris, explain to him I'm wearing a bunny suit?!"
"Hospital garments," Chris set Jesse straight, smiling as Jesse buttoned up!
Eric had laughed his ass off, upon hearing bunny suit', saying, "I think you look cute in your bunny suit', Jay!"
"Well, get over it Eric. I'm changing soon as we hit my house!"
Hitting the house, Jay didn't have a key, but knew where one was hidden. Tim took to looking under several rocks, asking, "Are you sure there's a key, Jay?"
He was sure, but not so sure about hinting too much where it could be, since it was more fun looking at Tim's ass outlining his speedo!
"Oh, it's there."
"Okay. Here it is! I found it!" Tim exclaims.
At first Jay showed disappointment, but then, getting out this bunny suit would be a pleasure also, "Great. Lead the way."
Unlocking the front door, opening it, Tim exclaims, "Oh shit!"
He had made an attempt to step in, feeling nothing underfoot and fell backwards out the door, right into Jay's lap!
"I think I felt something!" Jay exclaims.
"You're not the only one," Eric says, having been pounded in the chest by the two handles on the wheelchair, weight of both guys slamming the chair into his midsection!
Chris checked. Eric was okay. Jesse took to exploring, turning up nothing concrete to step into the house, but looking down into the giant cavern, calls out, "Dammit, Jared, you should have the front door roped off! A guy could get killed or something!"
Regardless, Jared's apology wasn't sticking, Jay and the others instructed to go around back.
It's at this time Chris and Eric leave, Tim going along with Jesse and Jay.
"You're such a pain," Jesse complains, having to take to roughing it, Jay on his back, "and you better not even think about having to tinkle!"
Jay jokes, "What's the matter, Jesse, don't like a warm feeling trickling down your ass?"
Tim was following the whole thing, thinking it awesome how the two were getting along so well. He longed to have a buddy relationship like the two, though wasn't pushing it.
Upon seeing Jared, first words out of Jesse's mouth, "A guy could get killed you know?"
"Like, you've already said that, Jesse?"
Tim says, "Like, it was almost me?"
"You made a friend at the hospital?" Jared asks Jay.
Caring less what Jesse means to Tim, Jay replies, "No. He's Jesse's new boyfriend!"
Jesse blushes, thinking back to meeting Tim on the beach, like it's exactly what he was thinking, yet hooking up with a guy half his age, "Not quite, Jay."
However, Tim had his own opinion, "Not quite yet," he smiles.
"Okay," Jared claps his hands, "with that out of the way, who's hungry?"
Right off, Jay starts ranting at how, the whole time he was in the hospital, he wasn't offered even a crumb to eat. Fortunately, before Pete was called in to HOODWINK'd, another guy calling out, he had scraped together a nice Italian meal, which turned out Asian.
Jesse, lifting a cover on the stove, says, "Looks Italian, but smells like chop suey!"
Helping to take in the aroma, Tim says, "Maybe it needs more oregano?"
Turning his cheek, Jesse says, "You wouldn't happen to know anything about cooking?"
"I can..." Tim looks directly at Jesse's lips, "cook, but as far as doctoring up someone else's..."
Hearing the front doorbell ring, Jesse puts one and one together, "Oh shit! That's gotta be Roy!"
The name `Roy' circled the room, Jesse taking off like a bear in heat, running out the back. In doing so, he passed the tasting spoon over to Tim, who went searching for herbs. He also went a-calling, "Jared, Roy is here!"
Jared had taken Jay on a little guided tour, having to inform him why he didn't want Jay back at the house soon. Finding some structural flaws, the entire midsection needed to be torn out, which left a void between the upstairs bedrooms and elevator.
"I just want everything back the way it was, Jare."
"I know, I know," Jared carried Jay on his back, stepping over lumber.
Then, entering the kitchen, the only room left untouched, except for the porch, Jared says, "What's this Jesse?"
Not which Jared minded, looking upon an unfamiliar, but handsome face under the lid of a baseball cap.
However, more in wonder over a lad, attached to Jesse's back, he explains, "I had no idea Roy was bringing his son, but I thought I could handle the terrain better."
It still didn't explain, but Jay, having firsthand experience and the authority on piggybacking, "Don't tell me you can't walk?"
Roy is the one to explain, "I'm sorry about all this, but I don't take kindly to leaving Evan with anyone I don't know, so hope you don't mind I brought him along?"
"Um, no," Jared says.
It did look kind of strange, Jesse and Jared facing each other, boys on their backs. After his dad had interceded for him, his son says, "I got hurt playing football."
He was about to say `cool', Jay catching himself, "Not so cool."
The sofa was still untouched, Jesse backing up to it, "I'm letting go."
He felt it, but didn't say anything, Jesse feeling Evan's face slide down his back.
"Owch!"
After Evan settles, Jesse turns abruptly, "What? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No," Evan smiles, "just my nose..." like he didn't want to say, "it got temporarily stuck on your back of your... um... speedo!"
"Oh is that all?" Roy says. "Don't worry. He'll live."
"Um," Jay interrupts everyone, "like, do I get to park my ass too?"
Tim announces, "Supper's ready!"
So it went, Roy's interview for a managerial position at Warrior One, was set around a table, dragged in from the dining room.
It's Jay who asks, "What happened to it?"
Jared says, "The ceiling fell down on top of it. Looks like after the remodel we'll be going furniture shopping!"
Roy boasts, "Evan's good at that."
While Tim cooked, Roy, Jesse and Jared conferred about the job. Jay and Evan talked up their own storm, comparing notes.
By the time dinner was on the table, they had found out about each other, almost to the point of seeming like they had been friends forever. Included, Jay had mentioned about the gay connection, but didn't let on any early history regarding his bromance with Jared, yet did mention how Jared and Jesse were `friends'.
"Jared and Jesse are boyfriends?"
"Just friends."
"Cool."
"Right," Jay says, "but I'm not sure how long Jesse is going to remain a single man!"
"Really?" Evan asks, not blind to seeing how Jesse every now and then felt up Tim at the torso, looking over his shoulder as he tasted food at the stove and seasoned it further. "Quite an age difference though."
Not a new concept to Jay, "Does it matter?"
"Guess not," Evan replies. "How about yourself? Have a boyfriend?"
Jay had been head over heels attracted to Chris, but when he and Eric took off together, he wondered if this open relation stuff was for him. With Evan popping the question, "No. What about yourself?"
Evan hadn't come out and said it, in plain English, which way his gate swung, figuring `why keep it secretive', when Jay has already proclaimed it, "No. Not yet!"
They had discussed ages, Jay 22-years old, Evan 20, Jay asking, "Would you be okay with an older man?"
He didn't get an answer, Jesse and Roy coming to ferry them over to the table. Apparently, Evan wasn't as bad off as Jay. First off, his father could cook. Second, he could sit up at the table and not fear falling faced-down into his plate.
Jared set about looking around for something to bind Jay to his chair, finally settling on, "Um, Roy, I know this sounds kind of awkward, but would mind lending me your belt?"
"Geez, Jare?" Jay says.
Turning on Jay, Jared scolds, "Unless you feel like sucking up your food, little bro?"
It made Roy smile, whether anyone noticed, a private thought crossing his mind, like not minding to `suck up', his eyes cruising Jared, "Of course not," he gets up, unbuckles and strips his belt from the loops. He jokes, "I just hope my pants don't fall down!" laughs!
Jesse, full of his own sense of humor, stares at Time, saying, "If Tim's cooking is any good, which I'm sure it is, you'll have no trouble keeping those pants up, Roy!"
Jay rolled his eyes, as Jared fed the belt in between arms and decorative slots at the back of the chair. Roy helped, taking it from Jared's hands, feeding the belt back through the rear of the chair.
His thoughts about Jesse, thinking if the stew were laced with dirt, Jesse would still give Tim accolades, was interrupted by touching the belt through his pits, Jay whines, "Oh, it felt kind of stimulating, having 2 guys work on me!"
Evan sat there, wanting to say something, but figured, as it always went, he would allow his dad to say something on his own terms, just as he did with Jay.
Little did either of the boys know, while Jared had an informal interview in the kitchen, finding ingredients for Tim to spice up Pete's Italian sauce, it had come up, Jared watching how much salt Roy was putting in the sauce pan. Jesse hadn't even realized it, until Roy accidentally swung around too fast, splattering Jared's shirt with a serving spoon of sauce for him to taste.
Meant to poke fun, Jay asks, "You're such a slob, Jare. How'd that happen?"
Being nonstop today, quickly rushing home from the J&J's main store, stopping at both Topher's and Warrior One, to check up on the progress, he hadn't time to dress down, "Oh that..." he looks down upon himself, the light blue dress shirt having dark red spots.
Jesse defines it, "Jared got in Roy's way."
Feeling free to joke, considering he was finding a nice employer to work for, "That's right... If you're in `my' kitchen and you get in the way..."
Evan jokes, "You better get out of the way!"
Under the table, Jay wanted give Evan a friendly kick, but couldn't, instead saying something different, "Everything looks good. I wonder if this is what Pete had in mind?"
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Pete? Well, after his step-in gig at HOODWINK'd, he was passing by the former pizza shop owned of late by the Donato's. Feeling famished, he thought he would get a bite to eat, figuring those waiting at home had already eaten.
Avram was cleaning the tables.
Seeing the closed' sign and movement inside, Pete tapped on the glass, summoning the busboy.'
At first Avram signaled his eatery being closed, pointing to the sign, but gave in to Pete's flashy smile and the fact he had arrived from the dance club half' in costume, shirt hanging over a shoulder. Trying to be convincing, Pete irons out the tee shirt, saying, "I'll put the shirt on," having already seen the sign, No Shirt, No Service'.
Quickly opening the door, the 28-year old manager hastily says, "No need. That only pertains to hours when we're open."
"`We?'" Pete inquires, "There's someone else here with you?"
"No," Avram says, closing the door behind Pete.
"Goo-o-ood!" Pete rolls his o's nice and slow.
From there, Avram took Pete into the kitchen for a bite to eat and more!
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As for Jay, while eating in the living room, dining room a disaster area, he turned to look out the giant glass windows, after Roy said the view was to die for. Right in the way of Jay's view, he suddenly exclaims, "Oh shit!"
"Oh no," Jared says, "don't tell me you've got to pee, Jay?"
"No, moron. You forgot to take care of my plants!" Jay blames his brother. If he could get up and go look at them he would. With Jared just sitting there, saying a simple `sorry', "Well, are you going to do something or just sit there fill your fat gut?"
"I'm not fat," Jared says, like they were alone, busting on each other, he picks up his shirt, "see?"
"Nice abs," Jesse says, excusing himself to go check out the plants on tables in front of the windows.
Accusing Jesse of being partial, Jared says, "Like you haven't seen them before, Jesse?"
Perhaps Jesse has seen Jared without a shirt, but Roy hadn't and right now he lusted to do more than touch those stomach lines, dusting of brown hair.
They are all surprised when Evan says out of the clear blue, "Go for it, dad!" he laughs.
Forgetting about Jesse and the plants, Jay is saying to Evan, "What did you say?" but looking towards his brother.
"Evan?" Roy reprimands his son, turning right to Jared, "I think the wine is affecting my son's head."
Too late, the damage done, Jared's not bent out of shape over it, "Maybe you should have a little more, huh `dad?'"
"I think we should go," Roy gets up.
Silent until now, Tim asks, "How did everyone like my cooking?"
He was ignored, Jesse walking over and saying, "Hell, Roy, if Jared wasn't going to grab you up tonight, I was ready to do it myself!"
Standing at the back of his chair, Roy leaned on it with both hands, bowing his head, like in shame, saying, "This is not usually how I pick up men, through my son," his eyes stare like death beams from Darth Vader's light-spear, right at Evan.
Realizing it was probably the wine, but also the prankster lurking within, Evan says, "Sorry dad."
Evan and his dad's eyes stay in a locked position, Jared standing and saying, "If you want, we can all start over and mind our own business while we have dessert, Roy?"
Jesse stands alone, saying, "I think your plants are okay Jay. They just need a little dusting off," he blows on the one in his hand, dirt settling on Jay's plate, "oops!"
"That's okay, idiot, we all need to eat a ton of dirt before we die!"
"Um, I thought you were finished eating?" Jesse asks Jay.
"There's a crumb left, moron, but I'll let it go."
Helping out, Tim says, "I'll find you a new plate," grabbing it out of Jay's presence.
"Um, I'll help," Jared tries to fake his way into following Tim.
"No, that's okay. I've got it Jesse. Maybe you can score some brownie points with Jay!"
"Um, you can start by unzipping my pants, Jesse?" Jay says.
"Um, I could take care of that, Jay?" Evan smiles at him.
"Thanks for getting me off the hook, bro," Jesse tells Evan.
With secret thoughts, Evan would much rather be latching his lips onto Jesse's packed speedo, but too bad they were just fooling around!
Leading the subject far, far away, Jesse, talks about Warrior One, whether they were equipped to handle handicapped people?
Going in the kitchen to snoop and grab a piece of paper and pen, he came back and started to write a header, "What... handicapped... people... need... Okay, what do you need?"
"A wide door," Evan offers, "and a trainer especially for handicapped people, who knows how us people think."
"Like after my accident," Jay shed some light, "he's gotta be like the dude who helped me with my therapy."
Evan, said like he was putting on airs, "A `therapist!'"
"Yeah, one of them," Jay agrees, "and make sure he's a guy!"
"Of course he'll be a guy," Jesse replies, "how can a guy be anything else?"
"Transgendered?" Evan says.
"Write it down, moron," Jay tells him.
"One therapist. Possibly transgendered. Anything else?"
"Tall, dark and handsome," Jay replies.
Then they go wild, Evan saying, "Really big cock!"
"And big balls," Jay throws in, "and hairy... really hairy!"
"As hairy as me?" Evan asks.
"I don't know," Jay says, looking at Evan. "How hairy are you?"
In a jiffy Evan had pulled his shirt up to his neck, saying, "This hairy enough for you?"
"Wow!" Jay says, reaching over and feeling the fine fibers covering the 20-year old's abs, hand detecting a little trail. Scooting up, to Evan's chest, "Nice!"
"Show'n'tell's over boys. I think I've got the itinerary," Jesse says. "Ready to hike, Tim?"
"Oh, we're going so soon?"
Tim hadn't let loose his load today and had plenty to build up the reserves over, Jesse being his main focal point.
"You can stay," Tim responds.
Very much on the same wavelength, Jesse wasn't about to let Tim go and spend his cream on some other Joe, "Okay if I come back another day to help you with your cactus, Jay?"
"Sure," Jay replies, "Evan can help too."
Rushing to the kitchen, Jesse throws kisses goodbye, congratulating Roy on his new position, even though not given the final go ahead by the `big boss'.
"You really want help with your plants? Like, everything I touch dies?"
"Oh no!" Jay tells him.
"What?"
"You touched me, Evan!"
"When?"
Jay says, "We high-5'd like ten million times tonight?"
Looking at his left hand, Evan, a lefty, says, "No wonder it's so red!"
His mind on something minuscule, Jay says, "It's funny calling you Evan."
"Why's that?"
"Jared and me, our last name is Evans?"
Laughing, Evan says, "Remind me not to marry you. Would be awkward walking around with a name, `Evan Evans.'"
"You lookin' to get married?"
Evan inquires, "Aren't you... like, someday?"
"I don't know," Jay has it on his mind, "like, who's gonna want a gay guy in a wheelchair, who's pistol doesn't fire?"
"A guy with a semiautomatic?" Evan replies.
"You?" Jay names.
"You make it sound like I'm trash. I'm in the same boat as you, you know?"
Adamant, because Jay was feeling very friendly towards Evan, "I'm not calling you trash!"
"Ok, forget that," then in a different direction, "where are you staying, now that you're not in the hospital?"
Looking around, scaffolding running up two stories, where the foyer and stairway to Jared's room used to be, Jay replies, "I don't know. That's why I've got a big brother, even though most of the time he's a moron!"
It brought some humor back into things, Evan talking about his dad, "Yeah, my dad comes up with some weird stuff from time to time."
Regardless of what Jay and Evan thought, in the kitchen things had gotten quite serious.
Roy had been trying to help Jared figure out where Jay was going to hold up during the remodel, "No problem with him staying with us?"
Leaning against the sink counter, sipping beers, they had sunk down to sitting on the kitchen floor. With the side door open to a very small deck, a breeze flowed through. It helped to cool them off, Jared unbuttoning his dress shirt, Roy doing the same, saying, "My suit is going to be a mess in the morning."
Giggling, Jared says, "I can't believe you came all dressed up."
"I was supposed to be interrogated... I mean interviewed!"
Pulling the flap of Roy's shirt open, Jared says, "I think the interview is going along good so far?"
"Not until I get the final word," Roy with his index finger and thumb inches apart, spells out in billboard style in the air, "hired?"
"You're hired and now that we're off company time," Jared reaches around Roy's front, targeting his pants.
Always in the past, regarding employer and love interest, Roy has made it a point to keep it separate, grabs Jared's hands, "I don't think we should do this."
Contrary, Jared says, "Oh no. I think we `should' do this, Roy!" he stares into the 38-year old's eyes.
Showing some leniency, towards his own wishes, Jared loosens up on Roy's pants, places hands over both ears and draws their lips together.
It wasn't much different in the living room, Evan being drawn towards Jay, only because Jay could not make the first move if he wanted to, "I envy you."
"How so?" Evan replies, flipping around and lying in Jay's lap, after that first kiss.
"At least the top half of you works?"
Evan smiles, saying, "Well, don't think of falling over or else you'll smother me!"
In a demanding way, Jay tells him, "Then get up here and give me some more kisses so I don't have to!"
It took some moving about, Evan able to accomplish the task given him, not which he had a problem forcing himself!
It wasn't only Roy and Jared who had discussed the living arrangements, but when Jared and he ventured out into the living room, Jared ready to make the announcement, it's Jay who beats him to it, "I'm staying at Evans house until you get this dump ready for me to live in, Jare."
Glancing to Roy, Jared says, "Sounds like a plan."
Evan asks, "It's okay, isn't it dad, that I asked, without asking you?"
Placing a hand on his hip, Roy says, "Long as they can put up with us pigs!"
It was time to leave, take to the high road, Jared piggybacking Jay, Evan on his dad's back.
As Jared kills the lights, Jay says a sentimental, "Bye for now, cactus!"
Back at the front of the beach house, Jay and Evan were placed back in their chairs, Jay a little secured than Evan.
The Justice home was on the same side of the street, which placed it on the valuable plot of housing on the island, with full beachfront access. Originally owned by Roy's mother and father, it had been in decay for several years, since their passing.
"Forgive the mess. It's only been a week since we've moved back into the place."
Jared wasn't sure this much better than their own beach home under the construction, but it wasn't only his own opinion which mattered.
"Cool place!" Jay says, wheeling right in, following Evan in his chair.
"C'mon. I'll show you my room!"
"Teenagers!" Roy says.
Jared well knew Jay's age, guessed Evan could be nineteen, "Soon to be full grown men!"
"Let me give you the tour."
Beyond the foyer, things began to change dramatically. Even though the home had been neglected, the interiors were quite well preserved, as far as the architecture goes.
Walking out the back door, Jared was amazed, "This place is fantastic!"
"Hi guys!" Jay yelled down from the balcony, holding onto the cement stucco railing.
"I hope you're behaving yourself," Jared shields his eyes from the reflection of the very late afternoon sun, bouncing off some sort of marble facade.
"Likewise, bro!" Jay returns, before the two head off inside.
Tearing Jared's attention away from the balcony, Roy says, "Yeah, this place has seen better days," he crumbles a brown plant in his hand.
"Then, with you settling back here in town, no reason why you can't bring the place back to life?" Jared says, squatting down at the side of the `green' pool.
"When mom and dad were alive, this place was always buzzing with parties and that green cesspool was once a bright blue, believe it or not?"
Having felt pant legs at his rear, Jared looks up, saying, "With a paycheck, things could look normal after a while?"
"Maybe," Roy stutters, "in a few years. Unfortunately, my first ten paychecks are going to pay off Evan's lingering medical debt."
Given the luxury of the house, prime real estate on the island, Jared says, "Your folks, they had medical plans?"
"Sure. They did and mind you, they did what they could to help Evan and me, but at the time I was in school trying to achieve a better way of life, had two jobs, but it wasn't enough. Plus," Roy stops, looks around, "a man has his pride."
At one time, Jared condemned himself for not having to work for a living, whereas he could build his own fortune, instead of inheriting it. Standing, feeling the comfort of manhandling Roy around the waist, he says, "I understand."
All he knew is Jared was the owner of a marine store business, 2 stores and had enough in the bank to start up an exercise and surf instruction business. He hadn't an account of the restarting of Topher's, which Jared had really purchased with Jay in mind, to give him some `worth and something to do,' which Roy dwells on, "I'm glad you do." With another interest on his mind, he says, "The house has six bedrooms, if you need a place to stay, but I don't want it to get around I'm trying to find favor with the boss!"
"Too late for that," Jared hugs Roy, kissing him.
Filled with a little mischief, Roy steps forward, casting Jared into the pool, keeping attached like a leech!
"Ugh!" Jared says, surfacing, blowing his breath out, which spat right in Roy's face.
"Thanks!"
"Sorry," Jared joked, "not!"
They took to swimming to the edge, Jared hiking up the edge first. Standing, he offered Roy a hand out.
"How do I know you're not going to get revenge?"
"You don't!" Jared smiles.
However Jared didn't, instead pulling Roy out and squashed together, the water evacuated their clothes in between.
Then, deciding it was chilly with their clothes on, stripped!
"Chairs look like they are in good condition," Jared set about turning one around to face the sunset.
Having revisited that setting sun, seen so many times when he was a little boy, into his teen years, Roy pay more attention to the late sun glistening off Jared's bod.
Upstairs, it was like show and tell for Evan, taking things out of boxes, which he hadn't time to unpack.
"What's this for?" Jay asks.
"Football. Most valuable player," Evan replies.
It went on, Jay pulling medals and trophies out of a box, saying, "You must've been something, all this stuff, Evan?"
"Yeah," Evan reflects, "funny how life throws you a curve and changes everything."
"Don't I know it?" Jay returns.
"Oh yeah. Sometimes I forget that I'm not the only one who is like this."
Jay tells him, "You're better off than me!" Picking up a football, "Here, catch!"
Reaching high to retrieve it, Evan was a meter from falling over backwards. For a second they both froze.
Evan breaks the silence, "Man, that was a close one!"
"I'm really sorry."
Ready to forgive Jay, he notices a sniffle, acting like a little kid, ready to break out in tears, "Hey, it's no biggie deal. Like, nothing happened did it?" he wheels across the room to Jay.
"I know, but it could have..."
Placing an arm around Jay, sliding it in between back and shoulders, Evan realizes he needs to place an arm in front, to counterbalance Jay reeling forward, "It didn't happen. Besides, I probably would have touched down on the desk before even hitting the floor."
They were a shoulder's width apart, Jay saying, "Are you sure."
"Sure I'm sure," he couldn't help but give Jay a peck on the cheek before releasing him.
Putting two fingers to the wet spot on his cheek, Jay says, "I owe ya one."
"Next time. Hungry?"
"Always," Jay says.
Unlike Jay's pad, there wasn't any way to get from top to bottom of the split level beach house, except by manpower.
Rolling out to the balcony, they find Jared and Roy, lounging in two chairs. Two chairs, very, very close together, it was like they shared one.
"O-o-o-o-oh da-a-a-a-ad!," Evan calls out, "we need a lift to the kitchen!"
"Fuck you," Roy calls out, going back to kissing Jared.
Jay knew how to push Jared's buttons, calling out, "Never mind. We'll wing it!"
Looking up to the balcony, it was empty of both guys. Jared jumps up. Halfway across the length of the pool, the two show again.
Jared slows his steps, Roy saying, "There's a sucker born every minute!"
Hands on his hips, Jared can very well see what Roy mocks about, both Jay and Evan smiling!
Catching up to Jared, Roy says, "You've got to know how to read teenagers. Even though Evan just stepped out of teenage-hood, I still consider him a teen."
Walking under the balcony, into the house, Jared says, "Oh!" he freezes. "I don't have any clothes on," he feels up chest, stomach and thighs!
"I think our boys know what the male anatomy looks like!"
Unsure, Jared smiles, a bit relieved when Roy hands him a towel.
Appearing toweled around the waist, Jay says, "You didn't have to inconvenience yourselves for us!"
Evan, staring at Jared, asks, "Dad, when are you going to try to get a sixpack like Jared?"
"I've had enough of insults. How about you, Jared?" Roy turns to step down the stairway they both just ascended.
"No, no, wait!" Jay responds.
Evan exclaims, "We take it all back."
"We're hungry!"
As it went, first they had to carry each guy out of their wheelchairs, then down the stairs. Each had to come back for the chairs, then place the boys back in them.
Roy says, "There's gotta be a better way."
"Ever think of putting in an elevator?" Jared tells him.
"Yeah, but one problem, it costs money!"
Next thing they hear are sirens, lots of `em!
"Someone must be having a barbecue," Roy says.
Jared's cell was out by the pool, but a second later, Jay's cell is vibrating in his pocket. Sliding the red bar to talk, Jay then calls out, "Jared, come quick!"
Just setting the wheelchair down, Jared let it bounce the rest of the way, saying, "Who's that?"
"Luis," Jay continues dramatically, "he's telling me something like the beach house fell down!"
"What?" Jared rips the phone out of Jay's hand.
All of them hear Jared say `no way' at least three times, before he closes out the phone, saying, "I gotta go!"
Not with a towel around his waist though, Jared runs out to the pool. He didn't care he wasn't wearing briefs, stepping into pants Roy had `handy', being careful not to clip his cock with the zipper. Reentering the house, he says, "Can you take care of Jay for a while?"
"All night," Roy sets Jared's mind at ease, "but I'm coming with you."
"Coming with me," an even bigger horror sets in, "but someone needs to stay with Jay?"
With confidence, Roy says, "Evan is there with him. He knows to stay on the first floor and away from the pool."
"I don't know," but the sounds of sirens hastened Jared's thoughts of leaving Jay, running up the stairs, Roy behind him.
At the scene, Joseph had picked up on the police call and dashed across the island to meet up with Jared, who was just arriving himself.
There wasn't any fire, but lights which shone on the beach house revealed it had caved in on itself, the scene from left to right showing no walls remained standing. The only landmark left, was from the triangular shaped pool area, which look untouched.
"Damn! We were just there!" Jared sighs, holding a hand to his chest, "We could have all been killed!"
Just the same, Jared was questioned about inhabitants, or which he said he didn't suspect any.
There was one part of the building standing, only the front door in its frame. Jared says to Luis, "Tell the fire chief, if he needs to get inside there's a key under the rock in the garden."
Joseph says, "The house is condemned, moron!"
"Thanks Joseph, I needed that," Jared replies. Then his mind backtracks, "I can't believe we lost two houses and the summer is just starting."
Roy steps forward, offering, "Of course you're welcome to stay with me as long as you wish?"
Joseph and Luis wondered who this hot man was, Joseph being the more outgoing, "Who's the hot man, Jared?"
"Oh, I don't know," Jared plays, "I'm a moron!"
"Okay, so you're not a moron. Who's the hot man?" Joseph adjusts his attitude.
Jared introduces Roy as the new exercise manager at Warrior One. Right now he hadn't a clue to Roy's title, but this sufficed.
"Hmm, maybe I'll see about getting in shape," Joseph says, patting his sixpack, hairy abs!
"I thought you worked out at home?" Jared asks.
"Maybe if I went someplace public, I'd be able to tone up!" Joseph flashes each bicep, which to anyone would look impressive!
Roy says, "More, you could pass for a trainer, Joseph!"
"Hmm, maybe I'll change up my profession!"
All this time Jared is rolling his eyes, yet he can't deny Joseph very well could whip a troop of beginner athletes in shape.
"Just what is your line of work, Joseph?"
"In between jobs."
Jared pipes up, "Joseph is a private detective, but is in between cases. Right now he's on vacation until they find him something else to do, like empty parking meters or sharpen pencils."
Smiling, Roy says, "I think I found something for you to do!"
"For real?" Joseph reads between the lines.
"I've got to run it by the boss first," Roy turns to Jared, "what do you think about a Joseph being a temp, boss?"
"Fine with me as long as there's no hands-on activity?" Jared responds, looking to Joseph.
Sulking, Joseph says, "How long have you known me, Jared?"
"Precisely, Joseph, that's why I'm giving Roy the heads up!" Jared tells him.
"I'm hurt," Joseph slaps a hand to his left pec, "real hurt, Jared."
"Get over it. What do we do know about the house?"
Over it, Joseph says, "Nothing. They'll run a tape around the perimeter, leave a man behind to guard it against lurkers and come back tomorrow to clean up the investigation."
"I suppose there's nothing we can do tonight," Jared says.
"Not a thing," Joseph looked rushed.
"Where are you off to, Joseph?" Jared asks, walking away from the ruins.
"Nothing much. Left a boy hanging at the club, that's all."
Not a clue to what happens at HOODWINK'd after hours, Roy says, "Well, we won't keep you waiting Joseph."
On their way back to Roy's place, Jared filled him in on Joseph's special talents.
Giggling, Roy says, "Strange thing, it's what I pictured in my mind."
"You're not repulsed by the thought of bondage and S+M?"
Roy replies, "Not really, not that I'm into it myself. I mean, I have experienced it."
It slowed their pacing, Jared with a thirst to know every little detail.
There wasn't much to it, Roy telling of a trick he met at a sleazy motel once. At first he thought he would be in on the action, but the thrill of the bottom boy, college kid tied eagle-spread to the bed, while two men did stuff to him, was to be viewed by a stranger.
"All I had to do is lay on the other bed without any clothes on and keep myself hard."
"By yourself? What fun is that?" Jared questions.
"Well, it wasn't part of the plan, but I did talk one of the other college kids into joining me on the bed. Was a great cocksucker!"
"You didn't reciprocate?"
"Yeah," Roy says, almost proud, "became his sex-slave. What a rush!"
While Jared and Roy talked about sex, Jay and Evan had a little of their own private session going on.
Earlier on in the evening, after they were left alone, Evan went on and on about being glued to a handicapped chair, saying, "If you really want to, you can help yourself out of a bad situation."
"What are you getting at?"
What Evan was getting at is this, placing a sofa pillow on the floor, backing his wheelchair up to it, putting the brake on, wheels stopping at just the right place, "Which, trust me, took a lot of times before I got it just right," and then he did it, like, lifted himself and the chair, pressing his back backwards, pulling up on the front of the chair and, "one... two... three... here we go!"
Having someone else to fear about, Jay exclaims, "Evan!"
Watching, with little that he could do, if he had to, Jay watches the wheelchair fall backwards. As Evan had calculated, the top of the chair hits the sofa cushion, the place where a person's tush normally would, Evan's ass landing right above it.
"Perfect landing!" Evan calls out, looking at Jay. "No need to worry. See!" he waves his arms about.
"How did you do that?"
"Not without a lot of practice. Wanna try?"
"I better not. If Jared comes back and finds me on the floor, he'll scream bloody murder at me!" Jay says.
Thinking, if Jared is anything like his dad, because of the injuries he's sustained, there was very little he could not get away with, "What do you care what Jared thinks, if doing something for yourself is going to make life better for you, and Jared?"
"I have to think about Jared. You crazy? What if he decides I can do everything for myself and leaves me?"
"If that's what you're afraid of Jay, you don't have a thing to worry about. My dad, he is really glad and proud of me for doing stuff on my own. Okay, the first time he came home and found me lying on the floor, he had gone crazy. But that's only because he jumped to conclusions, that I had fallen out of my chair. When I explained what I was doing, he changed instantly from scared shit to feeling proud about me."
"What happens if Jared and your dad don't think the same?"
"Somewhere along the line here you have to break the chain and think for yourself, instead of letting others do everything for you, or else you'll be stuck in that chair for the rest of your life. I say go for it."
Still thinking on it, Jay thought it a possibility, he could do the same, line up his chair and fall over backwards, but one thing kept coming back to him, "I don't know. My brother might..."
Cutting him off, Evan jumps in with a last effort, "Even Jesse wants to help us out. You think some boot camp instructor is going to let us do what we want and stay in the chair?"
"Really? That's what boot camp is about?"
Not knowing for sure, Evan banked on it, "Of course. Jesse's hiring a therapist. They're going to get us to walk!"
"Walk?!" Jay exclaims in a deep whisper.
Unsure if that was the actual case, Evan didn't let the spark in Jay's eyes die just yet, "Of course. A therapist means therapy. Therapy means they're going to try to get us moving so we can live without someone to take care of us!"
There was one thing Jay didn't care for, explaining himself, "I got a problem with that," he starts moving his wheelchair in place, like ready to slip into a space pod module, as Evan had done.
"What's that?" Evan was ready to take on another gripe.
"I don't know what you're feeling right now, but when I first met you, found out how much alike we are... um, not only that we need wheelchairs to get along..."
Younger, but apparently smarter at this subject, Evan interjects, "You mean, that we're both gay?"
"Yeah, that's it," Jay pauses, looking down upon Evan, as if his eyes were on a porn star, he tries putting down his feelings, with hardship, "I thought maybe we could make a go of things?"
Not saying either way, Evan expresses in short emotion, "Yeah, would be cool," but continues tutoring, "grab the sofa cushion and drag it off the sofa like I did."
"Um, like, you're almost under my wheels, moron?"
"Oh! I can fix that."
Jay watches as Evan, with a struggle, turns over onto his stomach and starts clawing his way up the floor, much like a Marine. It made Jay laugh, because as he did, his pants did not cooperate with chafing against the pillow, friction causing them to sag, revealing Evan's ass-crease!
"Keep going... keep going," A bright, shiny smile fills Jay's mouth.
"Shut up, you pervert!"
When he stops, Evan doesn't even attempt to pull his pants back up around his hips. Instead, just flips back over.
"Oh, nice happy trail!"
Evan responds, "Glad it's making you happy, Jay. Now, will you get on with it, before the `rents' come home?"
Already into it, goaded on by Evan, Jay was excited now about doing some task without Jared, going solo at it. Though, he was happy both for himself and Evan. If this worked, it would most likely make Evan feel elated too.
Since his upper bod was `tied in', Jay could grab onto the sofa cushion and pull, without being pulled. Unlike Evan, the cushion rested half on his lap.
"What's next?"
"Hmm, not quite the way I thought it work out. Probably if you back off the cushion will drop."
Backing off, the cushion did indeed drop!
"Bravo!" Evan yells with a clap of his own hands. "Now for part two."
There was more than a part two, which was to drag the cushion over next to his pillow. Once there, part three came into play, "Now, line your chair up like I had it, almost in front of the pillow."
"If I crack my skull, it's your fault and I'm coming back to haunt you!"
"Shut up and put the brake on."
"Next problem, Dr. Frankenweiner," Jay says, "I'm like tied to the chair?"
Not tied, rather fastened with an ordinary mens belt, his 20-year old companion says, "I've got everything under control."
With more mobility than Jay and because Evan was an athlete before his accident, having a sixpack and muscular strength, he was able to grab hold of the left wheel of Jay's chair and sit up.
"What are you doing?"
Not bothering to explain, which Evan didn't feel important, "Just you wait and see, hot man!"
A little worried, Jay smiled. His opinion, he wasn't the only hot man, "If you say so, stud!"
Holding on, Evan smiled as he fidgeted with the belt buckle at the back of the chair, saying, "Get ready for your face to fall in your crotch!" he laughs.
Getting even, in a nice way, Jay reacts, "When I'm launched onto the pillow, I hope your face falls in my crotch!"
Without saying, Evan hoped for the same. If it didn't come about, since he was the one who could move about, he would make it a point to roll over onto Jay's front, right below the waist and even if, as Jay has said, the plumbing out of order, Evan would do his best to make repairs!
The plan seemed to work, other than one of the brakes decided to give out on Jay's chair, however with fast, lightning reflexes, Evan jumped for the right wheel and thanked his lucky stars for all those days and nights in the gym, "Gotcha!" falling lengthwise across Jay's pillow
However, Jay's eyes were as wide as saucers, falling over, yelling, get outta the way, you fool!"
He was in a quandary. As he saw it, if he let go of the wheel, Jay would slide out of the chair and across the floor. Evan feared for himself, but more for Jay, making a perfect landing onto the sofa cushion, whereas he and the pillow became one, "Oh-h-h-h-shi-i-i-i-it!"
Like Jay, he didn't have any feeling down there, sometimes. Fortunately for Evan, this was one of the times, voicing opinion, "Oh man, if I could feel you crushing my nuts, I think I'd be fuckin' mad at you!"
Jay could reach under himself and because Evan's pants had sagged, his hand went right beyond the briefs, "Um, are you like, okay down there?"
"I know I can't feel much, but keep doing what you're doing. Maybe I'll get hard!"
Jay says, "You can let go of the chair now, thanks."
Moment of truth, if Evan's hand had failed, Jay would have gone flying across the floor, instead of a safe landing, "You're welcome, but next time we've got to work out it out differently. You're not the same as me."
"Wish I was," Jay says, thinking how different life could be if he could at least be like Evan, able to sit up straight and move like a salamander across the floor, over cushions. Thinking on it, "Maybe Jesse can get ourselves working better."
"Would be cool," Evan replies. "Now I'm going to try to pull myself out from under you, if you'll kindly remove your hand?"
"What if I don't want to?" Jay smiles.
"Okay. Don't!"
Jay did and he didn't.
Yes, it was tough on Evan, dragging himself out from under a pile of dead weight, but Jay tugging on his pants made it even a more gargantuan task, "Um, nothing's happening?"
Feisty, playing around, Jay would rather have seen Evan slide, not only out from under him, but out of his pants, "Okay," he reneges.
It was easy for Evan, without the anchor of Jay's hand, but for Jay not all the eye candy was lost. Not wearing a belt, the button on Evan's jeans was open, retracting, the zipper flinching open.
Still, his briefs clothes his loins, but the happy trail growing wider and stronger, into a mass of light brown hair,"Mm-m-m-m-m-m-m!" Jay exclaims.
Full extracted, Evan rests, "When's the last time you had sex with a man, before your accident?"
Thinking on, `man', Jay knew who the man was, but not ready to share every little detail of history, "About then. You?" he quickly cast off the subject imposed upon himself.
"Same. After that, everything stopped." As Evan fixed things around Jay, because he could, moving his pillow behind Jay's head to prop him up a bit. Even though his lower half was on the pillow Jay dragged himself, Evan speaks up, "It's like, soon as I stopped going to football practice, the gym and the pool, suddenly I lost all my friends."
A little different, Jay shares, "Almost the same. When I got back to the East coast my friends visited me for a while, but then they went off to college. Only one who didn't was Jake. He's my best friend. You've got to meet him."
Evan didn't mind at all, lying there on the floor on his stomach, both arms under his chin, watching up at Jay as he explained about his best friend'. The more he heard about the escapades the two have had, first gay sex together, even if it were only kissing and hands down each other's pants, right up to a night at the bdsm club, Jay explaining, "I told Jay, Joseph said not to tell them he was no limits', but sometimes the moron doesn't listen to me!"
Sexually curious, after Jay explained what Jake was in for, "Does Jake have big balls for something to hang from?"
"Balls, cock... Yeah, Jake was really blessed with the equipment!" Jay replies, laughing. "How about yourself?"
"I've got a lot of clout down there, but more into using my mouth than my cock!"
Smiling at Jay, even though the facilities were not in order, he says, "They say that opposites attract!"
It's then Evan snaked his hand up the side of the sofa cushion, over Jay's thigh and found some mushy parts, "I'm so glad we're opposites!"
Using Jay's pants as leverage, Evan crumbles the fabric in his fist, hoisting himself over, so as his abs-cage rested on the cushion.
"Darn it!" he exclaims, his shirt pulling too hard on the top of his shoulders.
"Oh man, I wish I could do that!"
"Do what?" Evan asks, tossing his stripped shirt on the sofa.
"Take my shirt off. Not that I didn't try."
Evan smiles, saying, throwing hint, "I hope our therapist is real cute!"
Right now, neither cared much about that stuff, Evan dragging himself over to where his chin rested on Jay's thigh.
In doing so, Jay grinned till his teeth showed, watching as Evan's pants took a long leap down by his shins. Because he hasn't touched another man in a long time and opportunity presented itself, he lifts his hand, swatting Evan on the ass, saying, "You feel that?"
"Um," Evan's face made a contorted look, followed by a snappy, "no!"
It's a shame neither could feel, as Evan worked Jay's zipper open and Jay dared to stick a finger or two into Evan's ass crevice.
However, just as they were getting going, Jay hears Jared's voice, much like a girl screaming, "Oh-h-h-h-my-y-y-god!"
Right off the balcony they hear taps of footsteps down the stairs in rapid motion, Jay saying, "I think they're home!"
Fortunately for Evan, the muscular bod coming into play, he could shift his weight to Jay's chest and thinking fast, at least coverup his cock-action by snapping Jay's briefs over it all.
Roy knew Evan was fine. First time he was like Jared, a raving lunatic, but after watching Evan pull off his trick of falling backwards in the chair, thought nothing of it.
Jared down on all fours, checking Jay out, wondering if he had damaged himself, felt anything out of place, Jay replies, "I wish I could feel something out of place!"
Standing, Jared was angry for the first time in a long, long, time, "This is serious. You could have hurt yourself. Worse!"
A comforting hand to the shoulder, Roy says, "It's the same way I felt, Jared, when Evan pulled this trick. Trust me, there's probably nothing wrong. He landed on the cushion."
"Landed?" Jared shouts, like it's the worst thing in the world which could happen to a person.
"Sure," Jay says, "Evan showed me how to do it."
"I'm sure if Evan," Roy defends Jay, "showed him, things..."
Turning around abruptly, Jared faces Roy, "Let me tell you something, your' son and my brother' haven't the same condition, so don't try to lecture me! Jay?" he turns to his brother, "we're leaving!"
Evan, who was trying to pull Jay together, rolling his chair over there, hand over hand on a wheel, is joined by his father, who says, "I'll take it from here, son."
Unfortunately, the only way out was up a flight of stairs, which resulted in Jared carrying Jay, Roy carrying the chair.
The whole time, Jay was in protest, Roy silent.
After Jared and Jay were out the front door, Roy descends the stairs to a torrent of words, "Why didn't you say something. You know Jared was wrong."
"Was he?"
"Of course. I was careful with Jay. I didn't do anything I won't do myself," Evan protests, following his father into the kitchen.
"First mistake was allowing Jay out of his chair."
Evan, thinking he didn't do anything wrong, sat there, stifled, with his jaw dropped open.
"Secondly, I could have rambled on until I was blue in the face and Jared would not have heard me out. He was upset and angry at Jay. Right now, Jay is the person under the gun and Jared would not listen to reason."
"If Jay did something wrong, then I'm partially to blame."
Another slap in the face, his father says, "Can't argue that point!"
"You think so?"
It was the kind of question Roy thought was left open-ended, explaining, "Jared and I left you two in each other's care. You're supposed to do safe things. Now me, I might not have minded if we came home and in front of Jared, you proposed doing something you have done yourself, like you waited to do with me present. Suppose something drastic happened to Jay when you did that little stunt?"
Feeling dejected, Evan replies, "I suppose something could have happened."
"Now, think of Jared, walking in the front door, looking over the balcony and seeing Jay, out of his wheelchair, lying flat on his back? Wouldn't you see that reason for worry?"
Evan answers, "He totally over reacted!"
"It might have seemed that way, but put yourself in my place. If I came home and found you lying on the floor, on your back..."
"He had a cushion under him."
"Doesn't matter. For Jared's sake, all he knows is, if he sees Jay lying on the floor, it means something terribly wrong has happened. Over reacted? Maybe a little, but by the time he got downstairs, he was already in a fit of anger."
"I tried to explain, but Jared wouldn't listen," Evan says.
"He wouldn't listen to an adult. Do you think he would listen to a 20-year old?"
Cracking half of a smile, Evan says, "Of course you're right, dad."
"Great. Cocoa is almost hot. What's on Tv?"
Right in the middle of Supernatural, whereas even Evan was having a dramatic moment, Jenson Ackles shirtless, he couldn't help but think, "I miss Jay."
As would happen at night, Evan would skip out of the chair, sit on the sofa in the crook of his father's arm. He turns to Evan and says, "Why don't you give him a call?"
It could have been the case, Jay not being around long enough to give Evan his cell number, but how did Roy know it's the first thing the boys did, "Are you sure? What if Jared knows you put me up to it?"
"Me put you up to it?" Roy gets up and flicks the Tv off, "What a silly thing to say! I'm going to read." Before he leaves the Tv lounge, he picks up Evan's cell phone, tossing it to his balls!
"Thanks dad, I owe ya one!"
Roy smirks. Little did Evan know, Roy was changing rooms to do more than read. In the kitchen he found his own cell and speed-dialed Jared's number. His plan was to keep Jared busy, giving Evan his privacy!
Of most concern to Evan, was where Jay and his brother wound up, which he finds out, all they had to do is go about a city block down the beach, to where Jared's friend, Stuart Kent lives. He listened to Jay's lament, how he hated being there, because Stuart's live-in boyfriend was once a love prospect on his list of hot boys!
"You can make the best of it, right?"
Then Evan has to hold on, Jay telling him to wait a minute.
Little did Evan know, after his father had talked to Jared, told Jared it was okay for Evan to phone Jay.
At this moment, Jared was at the door to room Stuart lent out to them, saying, "Get yourself together. We're walking back to Roy's place!"
Jay had asked Evan if he heard that. Not, Jay tells him to be at the door, or near it, in five minutes!
In five minutes, less, Roy was already at the door, admitting the two.
From the bottom of the stairs, Evan could steal a peek to the top balcony, seeing Roy and Jared hugging, which made him smile. Then there was a fuss, Jared racing towards the stairs.
This time his dad piggybacked Jay down the stairs, Jared taking the chair.
Jay is laughing, saying over Roy's shoulder, "I told you, I was going to try the stairs and then they cut out all that mushy stuff!"
Laughing, Evan says, "I bet they think I put you up to it?"
Two more steps for Jared and Jay was reseated in his chair.
Evan exclaims, "Wanna watch the end of Supernatural? Jenson is shirtless!"
To show he wasn't pissed anymore, Jared says, "Now, I'd like to see that myself!"
"After you help me make more hot chocolate," Roy says, leading Jared into the kitchen, motioning with his fingertips, "c'mon, c'mon."
In the Tv room, Supernatural was over, Evan turning off the Tv, with more interest in, "How come Jared changed his mind?"
It's then, Evan finds out, "Your dad. I don't know really what he said to Jare, but I don't think he really liked the idea of staying at Stuart's place, because they once had something going." Jay forgot, left out, "And I had something going with the guy staying with Stuart, but it didn't go anywhere!"
One thing led to the other, Jay explaining about Jeremy Behrens and The Flake House', then, because he didn't want to dwell on old history, Jay switched to Warrior One', "but you knew that, right?"
Evan did know it, but right now his mind wasn't on his father's new place of employment, "Can we talk about what you were feeling before Jared and my dad came home?"
Smiling, Jay did go on to elaborate, "Well," he takes a deep breath, "even though I can't say I was was feeling much, I was feeling a lot!"
"Yeah, same here," Evan reckoned, but feeling more now, leans towards Jay.
Even though Evan was on the sofa, he had more mobility than Jay, left in his wheelchair. With the ability to upright himself, he suggests, "Why don't you leave the wheels behind and sit next to me?" he pats the sofa cushion next to his own tush.
"I think I've given Jare enough of a scare for one day?"
"Allow me to give you a piece of advice my dad once told me?"
Curious, Jay asks, "What would that be?"
"Pertaining to you and your brother, you've got to start doing for yourself. Don't you sometimes get tired of your brother bugging you all the time?" Evan stirs Jay's imagination.
"Yeah. Sometimes. I know he does it because he cares."
Evan says, "Of course. We get like that because of our circumstances. We get to rely on someone else too much. We get comfortable and..."
"And I know where you're going with all this Evan, but trust me, I'm not afraid to branch out."
Thinking it could mean a ton of twigs, Evan questions, "Branch out?"
Thinking on it a second, Jay says, "I think I proved my point when I keeled over backwards for you?"
Getting sentimental, Evan replies, "Oh, you did it for me?"
"Um, and me too. I mean," Jay confides, "a little for myself too?"
"Oh? How's that go?" Evan asks, thinking of not only himself, of how Jay would think, having his hand wrapped around his cock.
He would think Jay a mind reader, when he reports, "I couldn't feel your hand on me, but pictured it touching my cock. I dunno... were you touching my balls too?"
"I wanted to, but we didn't get that far!"
"I sure would like to know... you know, if you felt me up, if I could feel something?" Jay didn't know exactly how to explain his way out of this. "Do you think, since a physical therapist can work on backs, shoulders and legs and get them working, that the same can be done for a guy's cock?"
"I dunno," Evan said it bluntly. However, if he let Jay's question fall by the wayside, "but we're not going to find out, with you sitting there in that chair!"
"You got a point there," Jay says, yet was reluctant to do anything which would leave himself open for criticism with his brother, like lying flat out on his back on the floor.
"Well?"
Evan didn't need to explain anymore. It was up to Jay and he knew it. Either go back to thinking about being held by the reins of Jared's `don't do this and don't do that', or move on to Evan's dad's way of thinking. He chose, "How do we do this?"
"Now you're talking!" Evan replies.
He wasn't selfish, nor vain-glorious, Evan not totally realizing it, more an unthought feeling, one he's had for Jay since laying eyes on him. It wasn't the wheelchair, nor immobility issue, yet a tiny part of it made up the whole of why he wanted to get to know Jay more. If they had been walking down the street, towards each other, the scenario would not be any different, passing each other by, turning heads to look, to see what they passed up. Now, without thinking, Evan was doing for love, for wanting Jay to feel the freedom he has, "Face me and put your brake on."
Playing it by ear, Jay knew it, because, like backing his chair up to the sofa cushion on the floor, he had not done this act before, "Brake's on. Now what?"
"I'm going to grab you under the pits."
Worry turns to want, perhaps laced with a little humor, born out of nervousness, Jay saying, "Man, wish we didn't have our shirts on," he laughs!
If he could read Evan's thoughts, he would have known his friend thought of a lot less clothing, "Shut up and concentrate!"
"I'm concentrating... I'm concentrating!" Jay claims.
Unlike turning over backwards onto a sofa cushion, Jay wasn't scared at all. Matter of fact, quite comfortable, feeling Evan give him a pull. Really, he loved it when his ass left the chair, falling forward, right into Evan's arms!
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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee
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