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WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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If things like this were measured as closely as fault lines under California, Jay's big, big yawn could have been recorded as `the big one', waking up the whole suite.
In the other room, Conner was surely shaken, sitting up all at once, exclaiming, "What the hell was that?!"
Rubbing one eye awake, Tim, having bore the brunt of Conner's action, product of last night's sleepover, after all the manly stuff was out of the way, on the pillow of his right pec, asks, "What was what?"
"Didn't you hear it?"
"Probably a dog in the street. Come back to sleep," Tim flops back down from a half crooked position.
Tagged on the shoulder, plopping down next to him, Conner says, "My, aren't we the bossy one!"
In real time, that's how Conner liked it. The 18-year old, 6' tall, muscled, dirty blond, fuzzy midchest, around the nips, scant swath down yonder, till it hit base camp, Conner could pass more for a 20 or 21-year old. Even though a guy could feel the weight of his cut, 7-incher in his hand, he much more preferred to bottom position, even though a guy with meager attributes.
Tim could pass for a year younger, which fell right into the realm of guys Conner liked to hang with. Not into big, macho, footballer types, he rather liked the laid back dude.
Last night, into the early morning hours, Tim was in heaven, being held captive under Conner's ministrations, with the occasional `Could you just...', a hint to Conner where to place hands or tongue, which took a while, because Tim wasn't used to another guy, especially one as handsome and hot as Conner, making a fuss about him.
Not overly sexed up, Conner has had the array of men. One can say, Conner no different than any other teen man, with the desire to explore, which is why, after the first whipping his father gave him, his desires overruled future consequences. It became a big decision for him, to give up inheritance and every other means by which he could afford living in the lap of luxury, not to mention the second time his father's belt landed across his back, all in the name of satisfying his sexual desires. However, for Conner, he wanted more than keeping who he was and destined to be, as a gay man, hidden away in the closet.
Tim, opposite end of the social scale, was just scared shit to come out. 20, meek and mild all of his life, he looked towards the top end of high school ladder as release, a journey from what had been, to a new beginning in life. Too bad the girl he took to the prom had to see him kiss a boy. The dirty rat, calling it royal embarrassment, had to go back and tell Tim's mother, who was furious. Not as horrible a scene as Conner, Tim received more of a tongue lashing from his homophobic parents, with threats of sending him to a church camp to rid him of his `sin!' He might have been so dumbstruck to kiss the boy on prom night, but he wasn't stoopid. If he thought his life through high school graduation was horrible, the summer terrified him. More than running away, putting all behind him, 2 years had passed before some guy on the streets of New York City had put it in his ear there was a place called Fire Island. Tim had made this his objective, his Mecca!
Both could relate to the other, running away from something, but being able to live life with more freedom, which is why Conner forgets about the animalistic noise, flops back down, parks hands behind his head and after exhaling, says, "I feel so good about meeting Jay and how things are turning out."
Tim, who's attitude has turned around dramatically, especially after the first time he's fucked a guy, "That's nice. Your pits stink!"
Face looking a little awful, Conner turns his head, seeing Tim standoffish, puts his right arm down, "Oh, sorry about that," then on the side, "we really went at it last night, didn't we?"
Recalling it as if the fondest memory of his life, Tim replies, "First time I ever got sweaty with a guy. You?"
Smiling, Conner confesses, "I've been with a guy, but I never let any of them take away my virginity!" he smiles.
"Really?" With his own interpretation, Tim says, "I think that means..."
Cutting Tim off, Conner turns on his side, reaches out with both arms, scooping, "Yeah and you know what?"
"What?" Tim was lost for words or thoughts.
"I feel really good about it!"
"Whew!" Tim exhaled a bunch of air. Then he smiled, feeling a hand sweep over his stomach, thinking of where it was headed, "Am I like, adequate for you?"
"Of course," Conner says.
Last night they had both had more than a fair share of champagne. Conner might have felt like he was making a fool of himself, having Tim lie there in the bed, while sweetly working his tongue over chest, stomach, sizing him up with tongue and throat, doing what he's always had guys do to him, without Tim asking, turning him over and tongue-fucking ass. He had to laugh when Tim told him he should go gargle after digging his tongue ass-deep, then trying to kiss. Allowing Tim to boss him around, Conner did, but only with water. However, right now, the pain in the ass feeling had long subsided and strangely, Conner felt an itching to have it done all over!
"I don't know," Tim replies to Conner's request.
Getting randy, a hand on his own cock, Conner badgers, "Yeah, c'mon... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me!"
"I don't know if I can," Tim righteously says.
Swallowing lust and desire, Conner says a simple, "Okay."
As strange as fate has presented itself in the course of his journey since crossing on the ferry to the island, Tim connects with his urges, spawned by Conner's words, "Maybe I feel like it?"
"Cool!" Conner replies. His hand goes to Tim's pleasure center, "You're a little soft, but I think I can firm it up!"
"Conner?"
A little ecstasy dropped from Conner's shelf, with Tim's questioning, "What?"
"Is what we're doing now, just for now or are we going to be doing this always?" Tim injects some serious thought.
Fortunately for Conner, he had already thought having a guy like Tim, meeker, laidback, a mild attitude, yet seemingly a dude who knew his mind, a godsend, guy of his dreams. After the first time his father whipped his back with a leather belt, 9 or 10 times, he really didn't know, he lay in bed thinking. After a while, looking at his back in the mirror, Conner was shamed into not being able to take his shirt off, especially if his buddies or coach were to see the deep red, faded lines crisscrossing his back. In a way, he thought of this also as a way his father instilled his type of punishment. Well, his father won this round, Conner dropping out of sports. However all was not a total loss. At least he didn't have girls running after him and he could concentrate more on other things. One thing he found out, nerds' were not really half-bad guys to hang with. Of course he garnered the reputation of hanging with nerds, but after being a jock, he was treated more like a hybrid'. Some from the jock community didn't like it, the smarter nerds just keeping their distance.
Either way, Conner liked his hybridization, which in a way tamed his attitude as well as outlook, making him draw Tim over on top of himself and with clutched arms, signifying a prisoner of his love, kisses Tim, "I'd sure like to make this ongoing, if it's okay with you?"
`Okay with him?'
Tim came from the bottom of the bottom. Being quiet, he was the kid always picked on, but not always, because there were others worse off than he. At least Tim was cute, slim and had a nice bod. Fat guys were always the first to get taunted. If a person didn't laugh along with the bad guys, they were considered open season, along with the teased. Never in his wildest dreams would he have ever thought he would be matched up with a hot jock, "Sure, if that's the way you want it?"
It wasn't only the taste and feel, of Tim's cock last night which was helping Conner make his thoughts take form, "Yeah," he smiles, "I really want to, if it's okay with you?"
Checking, Tim says, doing a pushup off of Conner's bod, which pressures both of their pubes, "I'm not as nice as you are?"
Little nips on slight pecs and a skinny waistline, opposed to Conner's jock-worked pecs, massive across and taut abs, he says, "I think you're beautiful the way you are Tim." Then, ludicrously, "Am I okay for you?"
The main oral-giver last night, left Tim with little to do but lie there and have Conner give him a good workover. To show Conner he was just as tasty, Tim slopes down, his mouth dive-bombing, targeting a nip and like the blond fibers looked invisible, "Oh, you're hairy there!"
Jumping to conclusions, Conner says, "I can shave it for you?"
Tim could tweezer the small amount with his fingers, "I think it feels kind of cool."
"Oh," Conner didn't know what to make of it, other than when he was licking his way down to Tim's cock, which he thought quite generous was the ampleness of his pubic hair, kind of cool, like hair preparing the way to something lush and delicious!
Then, much to their dismay the door to their busts open, Jay rolling in first, "Rise and shine, boys!"
Natural response, Conner turns to look around Tim's sloped bod, "Ever hear of knocking?"
Tim focuses, seeing Evan sitting on Jay's lap...
`Knock, knock', Evan imitates the rap on his knuckles, "Knock, knock, we hope you guys are decent!"
"Not!" Jay calls out, laughing his ass off!
Opening the sandwich, Tim keels over on his back, covering up both their loins with the cover, like something dirty was going on, "We're decent!"
Looking at Tim, Conner smiles, like `thanks for covering for me!'
"Jared says we have to be showered, dressed and waiting for him down in the lobby by 9 o'clock," Jay tells them.
Looking at the alarm clock readout, Conner says, "But it's only 7?"
Evan volunteers, "Yeah, but it takes us `cap guys longer to get ready."
"Yeah," Jay says, "and we've elected you guys to come help us!"
Not which they really needed the help, Jay having learned a lot from Evan already, like how to change his own pants, lying down on the bed, shucking them and pulling them on, leg at a time. He was still working on getting out of the bed and into the chair, because Evan wasn't as incapacitated as himself and could do it faster.
Regardless, since the dinner and night were considered `on the house', neither Tim nor Conner having to spend a dime, "Okay," Tim says, "but can you give us a few?"
"Sure," Jay says, looking over Evan's shoulder and folding hands right about Evan's bellybutton.
"Alone?" Tim inserts.
"Oh! Alone! No problem," Jay replies.
"Yeah," Evan says, as Jay makes a u-turn, "we'll watch each other get dressed!"
After exiting, closing the door behind them, Conner says, "I like how you take charge of things."
Turning over on his side, placing a hand down on Conner's stomach, Tim says, "I never was like that. I don't know what happened. I guess it just hit me."
"I think it's like how I feel."
"Oh? How's that go?" Tim skates a finger around the edge of Conner's deep bellyhole.
It makes him smile, almost throwing Conner off course, "For once in my life I feel free to be who I am and do what I want. It's a lot off a man's mind to feel secure like that."
"Same here, except it's different being on my own and having someone else to be with," though Tim wasn't speculating on how things would end up.
"Yeah," Conner smiles, turns over, says sweetly, "I left out that part, didn't I?"
This time, the guys in the other room were courteous and knocked without entering!
For Jared and Garrett, last night they could not agree...
Into the morning, Jared was saying, even in the shower, Garrett in front of him, "No, I saw you first!"
It would probably be on their minds forever if they allowed it, but Garrett, as he felt last night, Jared's cock at the oven door, "Have it your way!"
"Mm-mm!" Jared pulses his hips forward, "I like the sound of that!"
The drama continued, until they got a rude awakening call, a more polite knock at their resort door, Garrett offering, "Shall I get that?"
"Not on your life!" Jared responds, his stiff cock massaging Garrett's ass crevice, right forearm leaning against the thigh, "I mean," Jared coaxes ears and thoughts away from leaving their sweet moment, "don't even think about leaving my gun half-cocked!"
He didn't want to. Not now at least, Garrett placing both hands up against the shower tiles, on each side of the showerhead, like he was under arrest. "Oh yea-a-a-ah," he sighs, feeling the slimy torpedo searching for its target.
"Don't move!" Jared slaps one side of Garrett's ass!
"Oh my, aren't we the rough one," though anything could supersede the feeling right now, feeling Jared's cock tip getting close.
However, all good things must come to an end, sometimes sooner than we think. For Jared, a massive amount of knocking on the door, calling out of his name, by none other than his brother, causes him to `drop out', complain, "What? What? What?"
"What?" Garrett turns around, after feeling his ass go lonely, to find Jared dashing out of the shower.
Even though in the throes finding a place in the valley of Garrett's ass, an automatic sense kicks in, which, over the past few years has meant Jay is in need of something, Jared wraps the towel around his waist and dashes for the door.
"What?" he stands there, a hand behind his back, clutching the terry sheet at the top of his crack.
They were being playful outside the door, the four of them, mostly Jay and Evan slinging wisecracks regarding what Jared was doing `in there.' Tall end of their mockery, Evan sticks a finger, right below Jared's navel, tugs at the towel, "Ooh, you're so gorgeous, Jared!"
"Get the fuck off, you horny bastard!" Jared cuts Evan some slack, shooing his invading fingertip away.
Filling up the doorway, Garrett asks, "What's up guys?"
Not feeling a bit reserved about his thinking, Jay, a natural bear-lover, feels up Garrett's stomach, "Oh my god, you're so smooth!"
Garrett didn't mind Jay's paws, but Jared did, "Uh, bro, you want to behave yourself?"
Full of fun and foolery, Garrett replies, "No, don't behave yourself!"
Wiping the smile off his face, Jared warns, "Don't encourage him or you'll never get my brother off your back!"
Meaning it in a different sense, Garrett was sure, he takes the other route, "Oh really? Like how big we talking here?"
It threw a dullness into the humor, Jay suddenly going flush, exchanging glances to Evan.
"What's up? Did I say something," Garrett joined them in their lamenting.
Saving the day, Tim, who looks down on the situation, Conner at his side, says, "Whenever someone gets me down by making fun of me, I turn it around and make a joke out of it!"
Down on himself, Jay responds, "How can you joke about something like that?" speaking of his `useless' cock.
With a cocky attitude, something which was slowly surfacing from Conner's inner self, he renders, "You could tell him you don't want to tear his ass up!"
Trying to redeem himself, Garrett says, "Already had that done last night!" he laughs.
Instead of garnering their attention, Jared was the one blushing, with all four sets of eyes on him, Jay raising a palm, saying, "Way to go bro!"
Raising a palm, like greeting a Native American brother, with reluctance, he says without conviction, "Yeah... way to go."
"Um, I wonder if they don't mind us getting the rug wet?" was Garrett's way of breaking up the door chat.
"I'm sure they do," Jared replies, stepping back into the room, a hand to Garrett's midchest as a hint to do the same.
"Wait!" Jay blocks the door from closing, with the footings of his wheelchair.
"What?" Jared says like he's impatient.
"What should we do while we're waiting for you?"
Joking, Jared says, "Go have an orgy or something."
Garrett interjects, "Can I come?"
A kidder, Garrett, holding the flaps of his towel behind his back, is hauled back in, "Get back in here, bitch!"
In doing so, Garrett loses hold of one side of the towel, unveiling it from left side to the right, "Oops!"
The quartet laughs, Jared accusing, "You did that on purpose," which was his way of taking the blame away from himself.
"No! I swear! I didn't!," Garrett claims, though he didn't mind at all putting his floppy 7c on display.
Evan mocks, "You shave your balls?"
"Yeah, guys say they taste better," Garrett says in a lazy way.
Conner, more outspoken by the minute, says, "I prefer hairy, myself."
Again, pulling Garrett back inside, the safer way, by the arm, Jared says, "That's nice, can we compare notes later?"
Jay announced they were getting some breakfast.
Once again behind closed doors, Jared says, "I sure enough left an impression on you last night, I take it?"
Heading back to the shower, Garrett says, "Something I could get used to!"
"Like, how old are you?"
"What?" Garrett replies, opening the medicine cabinet door.
"I'm not sure I want to hook up with a much older or younger man," he sends a message.
"29, but I got priorities too, you know," Garrett says, not finding any shaving cream, but made do reaching for the shower gel.
"Much younger," Jared toys, taking the gel out of Garrett's hand, "27. Um, should I start on your balls?"
"Can I trust you?"
"You trusted me with your ass last night, what's the difference?"
"A razor?"
Surprised, Garrett found Jared a tease, applying gel to his chops and not his lower anatomy, "You're a sly one!"
Giggling, Jared says, "I just like the way your junk hangs!"
He applied the gel, with a small amount of lather, getting some on himself when they kissed.
One flight down, Jay and Evan were marveling over how Michael remembered `their kind', when remodeling the old mansion into a resort, elevators with the width to accommodate 2 chairs and leftover room.
"And this?" which was nothing new, since they had rolled up the ramp next to the few steps down.
"Wow, you're friend Michael is something," Conner says, which was meant in a certain way.
"Okay guys, for once and for all," Jay starts in, "Michael and me are friends and that's it." In a different direction, Jay exclaims, "Hey, what is he doing here?"
Approaching the diningroom, Jay sees a familiar dude.
"Who?" Tim asks.
"My good friend, best buddy in the whole world," questioning on his own behalf, Jay says, "in a suit?"
With a pitch forward and fast roll, Jay zooms into the dining area, dodging around tables. At this early hour, on a Saturday morning, there weren't many human obstacles.
"Jake!" he calls out, breaking up the serene atmosphere.
"What are you doing here?" Jake asks.
"I was about to ask the same thing!" Jay returns, laughing a little.
"What?" Jake looks down upon himself, like cum was spilled on his chest, seeping down to his navel.
"The suit?"
"In case you haven't noticed, moron, I work here?"
"Oh. I figured so," Jay says.
By now the rest of Jay's entourage has shown up, "These are my friends, Evan, Tim and Conner."
Most appealing to him, Jake says, "Hey, Conner," then being polite, the other two, "What's up guys?" he punches knuckles.
Unknown to Jay, Michael has instructed his employees to treat Jay no different from the young, gay couple, who had dropped in last week from Dubai. This weekend, which Jared had arranged as something special for his brother, Jake became part of the package, for him, an employee who would not be toiling too much for his wages.
Walking over to them, it was the young dude who assumed the host duties, Chay Ferdinand, taking his cue from Patrick O'Harrel, front desk manager, who in turn was informed by his superior up the chain of command, day manager, Jojo Tam, Jake given the leeway to converse with his friends. The 18-year old host-in-training says in the deepest voice he can conjure up, "Jake, you're off duty."
"Hell yeah!"
Of course, Michael had already given Jake the heads up.
Michael, from the start set dress code standards, which over time, the one short month he has been in business, has already achieved some adherence. Breakfast was more relaxed than dinner at Korbeau's, but it wasn't total dress-down, patrons required to wear sports jackets over polo or other shirts. As for Jay and his crew, they had arrived without suitcases, but Michael made sure they were fashioned-out for breakfast and other activities during the daytime, with a little help from Jared on the sizing.
Tail end of Jake being told he was off duty to be with his friends, upon seeing one of the other workers decked out in a server's tux, Jake says, as he tags Jay's shoulder, "Oh, you're going to `love' this dude!"
Jake could literally see the whites of his bud's eyes, looking upon the waiter assigned to their table, "I knocked their socks off when Michael asked me who I thought you might like as a personal waiter and I picked Harry."
As if right on cue, Harry crooks his bod on a angle and offers a handshake to Jay, "Hi. I'm Harry Troup, but you can call me Harry."
"Jay," Jay says, looking up at the goatee which adorned Harry's face.
"I'm very glad to meet you," Harry replies.
Coming towards them, Jay assumed, at one time in Harry's life, must have been in the role of a bulked out footballer, "You play football?"
"At my age?" Harry laughs his ass off, "No, but hit the gym regularly and I `try' to be an asset to the island beach volleyball team. You?"
With more filling his life, Jay could relate, "I'll be working out at Warrior One when it opens on Wednesday."
Evan, who admits he was more caught up Jay, did feel slighted, "Ahem!"
For a moment there, Jay felt like he was caught up in a world of one-on-one with Harry, introducing all others in his party. For the rest of the morning, it seemed Harry spent more time at the table than rustling up breakfast to be put on the table.
Quite level-headed for an 18-year old, whom seemed years ahead for his age, though the looks younger, Chay had an idea, implementing it, concocting an idea, since Jay was feeling happy having Harry around, he placed a call to Patrick at the front desk, ran it by him, the idea another waiter to be found.
When Korbeau's opened a month ago, Michael had informed everyone employed there, at a moment's notice they might have to drop what they were doing and pinch in to cover in another area, stressing the customer came first. Some took this to mean other things, but for today, Jay was on everyone's mind, to be treated as if royalty, `as per Michael'.
Feeling himself safe, working on the outside infrastructure, pruning bushes, keeping the lawn green, Mack Floyd never suspected he would need to become a `suit', which is why, ready to saw a limb off a tree, he tells Patrick, "Waiter? What're you crazy?"
Patrick did feel a little out of sorts, more wanting to pin Mack against the wall and work his tongue over those sweaty, hairy pecs, but whereas he knew of Michael's directive, "Hey, it's not coming from me, as you can recall from the meeting yesterday?"
The beard and handlebar stache dictated Mack's dismay, but knew Michael's mind as much as knew when he play in the HOODWINK'd basement, switching off to either top or bottom role, whichever turned him on. Right now there was nothing turning him on, because Mack knew he would have to pack up his tools, leave the work from today until tomorrow, head inside, shower and then get inside a stuffy tux. This would be a far cry from the looseness of going barechested and wearing a baseball cap, but, "If that's what Michael wants!" Anyone else, Mack might have second thoughts, but at his interview, the sex was good!
So, when the shit hit the fan, Mack was in the shower and in 20 minutes approached Jay's table.
First to notice, Jake, it made him giggle to see Mack in a waiter's tux, "Like, oh my god!"
Jay, monopolizing Harry's time, at first didn't take notice.
On the other hand, Conner's eyes were all over the redneck-turned-waiter, "I think I've died and gone to heaven!"
Tim whispers sarcastically in his ear, "Yeah, um, we had nice sex last night, didn't we?"
It made Conner swallow hard, "Well, he's not that good looking."
Giggling, Tim says, "I don't think he looks that bad!"
Closer he got to the table, the more hungry Conner became, but he wasn't the only one, Evan sharing in the vision, "Just what I wanted for breakfast!" he rubs hands together.
Rusty on his manners, he confronts the table, "Mack's the name. Everyone got what they want?"
Jake teases, "I'll have a hack saw!"
It backfired on him, Mack leaning in, "I'll cut your balls off if you don't behave yourself, Jake!"
"Owch!" Conner says, which immediately cast Mack's eyes in his direction.
Mack, seeing something possibly in his future, sticks a hand out, saying, "And you are?"
"Conner," shakes Mack's hand, "and this is my friend, Tim."
"Tim," Mack turns to him, "it's so nice to meet you."
Jake cocked an eyebrow, wondering if aliens had taken over Mack's soul!
"Yo, I'm Evan!"
"Evan, good to know you," Mack turned on his best charm, which made it easy, after the others had introduced themselves, bends over the other dude in the wheelchair, "And you must be Jay?"
Harry, who had pulled a chair from another table tens of minutes ago, gets up, "I think their breakfast is ready."
"No, no," Mack says, "sit. That's why I'm here."
Conner had wished Mack was there for more than serving up the breakfast plates, which after the first jab, he included Tim in his thoughts, "Hot man, huh?"
Tim, after his first time in the sack, has suddenly become wiser and witty, "Think we should invite him back to our room?"
Jay, tied up in conversation with Harry, Conner and Tim salivating over Mack, left Evan and Jake, who was telling him, "Sure. Anytime you want to tie me up, I'm a willing victim!"
"Might be cool, but I can't do much," Evan tells him.
In a sly manner, Jay tells him, "I'm sure, once you set your mind to it, you'll find things to do to me!"
Catching a few words of their conversation in his ear, Jay wanted to respond, but was too intent on hearing Harry's tales of hiking in the Himalayas.
`Wow!' is all Conner could think, Mack coming back, their entire order in both arms.
Didn't go unnoticed by Tim, "He must be so muscular under the shirt!"
"Ya think?" Conner says, biting a lip.
Tim then says, "But he's a lot older than us."
"What does age have to do with it," Conner sums up, "as long as he can get it up!"
Different values, Tim says, "Even if he couldn't I think he's nice."
This is something which would not divide their friendship, but limit their activity towards sleeping together. It would be pleasant, but not an ongoing romp in between the sheets.
"Each to their own," Conner replies, a hand in his lap!
It's then Tim thought, what they had built up, sexually from last night into morning, would be a thing of the past. However, Tim was not bitter over it, because it was the first time he fucked a guy and `oh what a fuck!'
Chay came over to help unload Mack's arms, which the 19-year old turns to Tim, says, all businesslike, "How are you enjoying your stay?"
"Good," Tim didn't elaborate, switching subjects on his mind, "I'm really hungry."
"Let me know if anything does not suit you," Chay tells him.
Tells Tim,' that was the key here, all the others at the table thinking that Chay, zoning in on only one person meant' something!
"You're all over reacting," Tim says, chomping on a strip of bacon.
Mack, who hung around, wasn't afraid to say, "Chay needs to get laid!"
"He's gay?" Tim questions, kind of gives way to being interested?
Meant as a joke, Conner says, "How about yourself, Mack?"
Crooking up half a lip, it was Mack's reply!
Again, Jake was tied up in conversation with Evan over the whips and chain stuff, which Jay finally started following. It kind of opened up conversation with Harry, telling Jay he loved to be tied to the bed and made love to... maybe some other stuff!
"Hey," everyone was greeted by Jared, firming up his brother's shoulder.
"Hey, yourself. Where the hell you been?" Jay asks, looking at Jared, upside down.
Then, it wasn't Jay whom Jared focused on, but Harry, saying, "Getting ready. What else?"
"Where's your boyfriend?" Jay asks.
"We're not boyfriends," Jared speaks of Garrett.
"Yeah, right bro. This is Harry."
He could see Harry wasn't wearing a tee shirt under his dress shirt, which could be a variety of reasons, but knew Jay would not mind it at all, seeing streams of dark hair patterning it, "A friend of my brother's is a friend of mine!"
"Corny, bro," Jay awards him.
Regardless, Harry didn't think it corny at all, joking, "Friends? That's it?" he laughs.
Talking with Jay about being tied to the bed, he more yearned to be fastened down by Jay's brother and `raped!'
Jared ate fast, since the others had been chomping and drinking down breakfast before he made the scene.
"What are we doing today?"
"Got big plans," Jared swallows. "Topher's is all set to go live Monday morning, except the boss needs to be there to check it out and make sure everything is set to his approval," his eyes, like daggers, stare at his brother.
It took Jay a minute to get Jared's meaning, "Oh, you mean me?!"
Jake speaks up, "I told you he's a moron!"
"Cute moron!" Harry tries a coverup.
Jared himself had rationalized it didn't matter, about age, but if he guesstimating correctly, Harry had to be old enough to be their father. He pretended he didn't hear it, for Jay's sake, creating a diversion, "Tom and some other staff are there and I've asked the sales staff to report."
Put back into Jay's court, realizing go ahead hinged on what he thought and responded `all businesslike,' "Cool! What are we waiting for?!"
"How are things going?" Michael Korbeau suddenly shows up.
"We're just about ready to head out, if you'll deliver us our bill?"
"You can leave whenever you're ready. The bill's been taken care of," Michael replies.
A sudden move on Jay's part, he really sounded like a big boss, in a different sense, command in his voice, "Okay. All of you clear out."
"Clear out, bro?" Jared is surprised.
"Me and Michael, we gotta talk."
Jared had wondered when his brother would come around, wonder why so much was being shed on him, like it were his birthday, addressing all concerned, "Okay, we'll meet you by the front door." Looking towards Michael, Jared's stare spoke loud and clear, "You'll deliver Jay say and sound?"
Smiling, Michael replies, "Safe, but I'm not sure about the `sound' part!"
There were a few dudes Jared had crushes on, Michael being one of those hot, hot blondes a guy had trouble taking his eyes off, "Don't take too much time."
"Just go?" Jay says, woofing down the last of his OJ.
"So," Michael pulls a chair out, flips it around, rests hands and chin on the top, back wrung, "what's up?"
"I know you and Jared `talk'. Like, what's this all about?" Jay interrogates.
Knowing exactly what this was all about, Michael, who indeed has conferred with Jared, about the obvious and obscure, says, "Well, Jared has informed me you intend on becoming your own man, manager of your own store and he wanted to make it special for you," he tried getting around one of the real reasons for showering Jay with kindness.
Too wise, Jay asks, "And what else?"
Harry, who has been lurking in their vicinity, says, "Didn't I tell you to come clean, Michael?"
Looking back and forth among the two, Jay had sneaky suspicions, "What's going on here?"
Even though Michael knows Harry and Jay have been introduced, he takes things a bit farther, "Jay, this is my father's brother, who, as you can see has trouble keeping secrets!"
"Oh really?" Jay quickly mulls over the situation, coming to conclusion, "Why the fuck should I care? I think Harry's still cool!"
Flustered, Harry says to Michael, "You hear that? He thinks I'm cool!"
"Right, Harry. Go back to work!" Michael rolls his eyes.
Before they settled down to further business, Jay tells, "I think Harry is more than cool."
"What are you getting at, Jay?"
Unknown to anyone but Jay, growing through his teen years, other than Jake, who didn't count when it came thoughts about being gay, in the sense of lining his life up with a man, the only men his eyes have been set on are older dudes. Another priority for Jay, they had to have oodles of hair, soft bears whom had chests which could double for a nice pillow to lay one's head. Logic told Jay, probably the reason he grew through his later teen years, liking older men, but not shutting out totally the idea of guys his own age looking fox, was the fact his `lover' and mentor was his own brother.
Drawing off all these facets of youth, crossing over to the older generation, "Nothing." There being `something' about all this, Jay quickly amends, "I wish I had a friend like Harry!"
Five minutes ago, it had been on the tip of his tongue to tell Jay all about his mother's younger brother, when some interest was shown. Looking at this as a lead in, Michael he drops the bomb slowly, "Harry is 42-years old. He never got partnered, but had a couple of serious relationships."
Wanting Jay to fill in the missing parts, it was already on his mind, "Would your Uncle Harry happen to be gay?"
"I was hoping you were that smart!"
Turning around, Michael says, "I thought I told you to get back to work, uncle?"
"Your not supposed to call me `uncle'. Remember?" Harry sasses his nephew back.
"I know," Michael replies.
"Your own words?"
"I know."
"You said it would show favoritism with..."
"I know, I know, I know, Uncle Harry... I mean, `Harry!'"
By this time, what started out as a serious subject in etiquette and secrets, for Jay, had turned into a humorous mime of words and actions, getting a kick out of how Harry was owning his nephew!
"See what I have to put up with?" Harry directs to Jay.
"I can see that," Jay replies.
In a measure to get even, Michael says, "I don't want you around here today, Harry!"
"What?!" he thinks he's getting the ax, of which he knows would not go well with Michael's mother!
Dwelling on just that subject, Michael says, "You and I both know how you got your job and since we both also know who my major benefactor is for starting up Korbeau's, what repercussions could follow.So, to show you what a good sport I am and to keep my mother off my back, I'm going to pay you for taking the day off!"
"Are you going somewhere?" Jay wondered what was going on between Michael and his uncle.
"Yeah," Harry says, turning his attention from Michael, over to Jay, "tagging around with you, that is if it is what you want? I mean, I wouldn't want to get my foot run over, being in your way?"
"Are you kidding? That would be like, so cool!" Which, in Jay's mind, brought his thinking full circle. Instead of thanking Michael, he poses the question, "But why are you doing all this Michael? Like, since I came through the door, you've been like, so awesome to me?"
Harry hung while Michael explains, in question and answer format, their relationship, which, as he explained to Jared already, if it wasn't for Jay, treating him like the scum he was, there would be no future in having the right man at his side, which as of yet, Mr. Right has not dialed his number!
"That's it?" Jay says.
Giving his nephew a break, Harry says, "Oh, there's a lot more to it than that, but you and me are getting older and I don't really like wasting time when it comes to that!"
Knowing Harry would tie up all the loose ends, Michael says, "Thanks Uncle Harry!"
"You want the other employees talking about me behind my back?" Harry jokes.
"I meant, Harry," Michael corrects himself, which he could have gone on to explain...
"I know, I know."
"So," Michael grows impatient, or rather has obligations to be met, instead of lollygaggin' around, "are you going to help Jay find his brother and friends or stand around doing nothing, `Harry'?"
"I get the message," Harry understood the implications, wheeling Jay out of the dining room.
Periodically, Jay would look up, seeing the underside of Harry's beard.
They were out of sync, Harry looking down upon the top of Jay's head.
Then, at that one moment, looking up and peering down, their eyes met, "Are you okay with following Michael's orders?"
"Michael's orders? Oh, I'm more than all right with that directive!"
Happy with that, Jay says, "I'm glad."
"You are, are you? And why is that?"
Like he knew, Jay says, "Because you're gay and I'm gay and I kind of think you're nice, so it's good we're starting out on the same page?"
Well, Harry knew they were gay way before breakfast hour. It's one of the reasons Michael set Harry in place as waiting on their table, really as a `bonus' for his uncle, thought it would be a nice gesture, servicing a whole table of hot, gay dudes.
"Michael was so cute, having me wait on a table of hot men."
"Oh," Jay replies, "so you knew about me, before I knew about you?"
"Well, yes, but Michael also said it, like a friendly threat, that I better take good care of `you!'"
"I still don't get why Michael thinks I'm so special?"
"Oh, but I do!"
Jay's chair came to a halt, broadsided by a closed door, asking, "Um, is there a reason why we've stopped here?"
"I had hoped you won't mind if I changed out of this stuffy waiter's uniform?"
"Why not?" Jay asks.
"Would you mind getting the door?"
Figuring, if he reached over and turned the handle, Jay realizes, "So when you attack and rape me, I can say I led you on?"
"Rape you? Not exactly what I had in mind, though I did think it kind of erotic, changing my clothes, how hot it would be putting on a strip show for you!" Harry laughs.
Jay turns the knob on the door, "Locked!"
"Leave it to me to foul up!" Harry reaches into his pocket, pulling out a plastic card.
After they get inside, Harry calls down to the desk for Jay's brother to be advised he would be along shortly.
Right after he turns around to Jay, who says, "Well, where's my strip show?"
"I could get fired for this," Harry pulls at a strand of bowtie, it pulling loose.
"You're not on the clock and you're Michael's uncle. Two reasons you should keep going!" Jay says, smiling.
Right after the tie, Harry unbuttons three at the top of his shirt.
"Mm-mm, I love bears!" Jay says.
He almost slipped and said one of his lines' he gives men, I bet you like to fuck'em too', but caught himself right before, saying, "Um, I bet you like to feel them up with your bare hands!"
"You got that right!" Jay replies, clutching at the handles of his chair in anticipation of feeling up Harry's pecs, which, with the form of the white dress shirt, Jay could guess what his hands would be feeling!
Stripping the unbuttoned shirt back over his shoulders, Harry says, "Do you approve?"
"Woof! How could I not!"
Like a song in time, lyrics put to music, Harry bends over the chair, Jay's arms vacating the edges, Harry's hands taking their place, as Harry says, "Well, what are you waiting for?"
"Really?"
"Of course," Harry says, wanting it as much as Jay.
Perfect angle, Jay reaches up, hands touching the hairy pecs and as he pictured what they could be like, two big cantelopes, he rubs hands over.
His cock pulsing, Harry says, "Tweak up the nubs and you'll see me in a raging hardon!"
"Do what?" Jay laughs.
"Thumbs on targets and push the buttons?" Harry replies.
With both hands feeling up chest hair, coupled with the bear's codes, it wasn't tough to figure out the puzzle, Jay's thumbs pushing in on the meaty nubs and giving Harry quite a twirl!
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's it!"
Behind closed doors, Jay wasn't at all reluctant to drop a hand, "I would certainly say so!" he feels up Harry's massive tool.
"Mm-mm, you really know how to get at a man!" Between thumb rubbing over the nub of Harry's muscled, hairy pec, hand working his nuts and bolt, all he could do is surrender, head dropping back on the hinge of his neck, squinting eyes because, "That feels oh so damn good!"
Then, a little devil crept into Jay's head, which made him laugh, dropping off both hands!
"Oh now," Harry bends over, again bracing hands on both sides of Jay, "I bet you didn't get the reaction you thought you were going to get!"
Jay didn't manage to hear how it felt so, so good, and as to why he stopped, "You didn't like it?"
"Oh course, but looks to me like you really know how to push a man's buttons!"
Still Jay didn't get it, but play along, "Of course. What do you think?"
Guessing, Harry had an idea, like he had snowed Jay, "I think you're a big tease, that's what I think you are and..."
And he didn't get any other word in, a knock at the door, Evan yelling, "Hey Jay, you in there?"
There was another voice, much more muffled, but having firsthand knowledge of the pitch, Jay says, "I think it's Joey."
For a moment they stare at each other and like they both thought, `what's up?', Harry says, "I'll make like I'm getting dressed. You go for the door!"
The easily crafted plan went along as planned, Jay saying with a flustered tone, "Oh, oh, oh, yeah... I get it... okay," he was at the door in an instant. He checked himself, smiling. A flash ran through his mind, once of finding cum on Jake's shirt, which when he went to brush it off, made more of a mess than when he started out!
"What have you been doing?" Evan meant time wise.
"We're all waiting for you in the lobby," Joseph adds.
"You, Joey?"
"Yeah, strangest thing," Joseph scratches his head, "Michael decided I needed a break and gave me the day off!"
"Just about ready," Harry comes out of the other room, a prep room for the shower, opening up the bottom of a polo shirt and putting it over his head.
"Don't hurry on my account!" Joseph smiles.
Harry cuts him a smile, saying, "Ready to go?"
With Evan and Jay in the hallway, it left little room for anyone to go around, but no one else was there. Joseph went on ahead to buzz the elevator, Harry bringing up the rear, though both boys seemed capable of steering themselves.
About 10 feet from the elevator, Evan says, "Race ya to the finish!"
Jay took him up on it, way before Harry could caution them. In fact, just as he does, someone steps out in front of traffic from a side room, "Oh shit!"
He was quick, had good reflexes, dodging back in.
However, Evan had already put on the brakes.
Jay didn't think of that happening and kept on going. Unfortunately, the tire of his chair ran right in between Evan's wheel and the chair.
Fortunately, by this time Harry had run up them and was about to throw some hands around the handles at the back. Just in time his hands were on the rubber grabs, which without, Jay might have wound up upside down!
"That was a close one," Harry says.
"For both of us," Evan signals the possibility of their hands on the wheels, to propel them forward, could have wound up mashed in the middle of their mishap!
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Jay says.
It was the first time Harry was catching Jay in the middle of an all out anxiety attack, tears flowing, as millions of apologies come out of his mouth.
When Joseph finally realized what had happened, it tore his attention away from the elevators, "Oh my god!" he ran, hands on both sides of his head.
By this time, to Joseph, Jay was already in good hands, Harry squeezing between the wall and chair and bowing to Jays' needs.
As for Evan, the dude who had stepped out of the room, just happened to be Maurice Roundtree, a psychiatrist, lecturer, former college professor and almost a resident of Fire Island, checked Evan and when he found him coherent, unflustered, turned to Jay, "Do you have any anti-anxiety medicine to take?"
Jay just shook his head `no'.
In the meantime, Joseph had poked his head into Maurice's room, at which time Maurice informed him, "I'm a licensed medical doctor. I have something I can give him in a very low dose."
Joseph was reluctant, being very protective of Jay.
He was glad when the doctor asks, "Are you responsible for him?"
"More or less," Joseph replies, "more, Jay is responsible for himself."
Toting a bale of tissues, Dr. Roundtree helped mop up, " Hi," he was very positive and friendly, "my name is Dr. Roundtree," he was ever so soft spoken, "but you can call me Maurice. I have here," he holds up a trial size packet, "medicine which will take the edge off of your condition. Would you like to try it?"
Jay did have a habit of looking up to Joseph, doing just that, looking over Dr. Roundtree's shoulder.
"It's up to you?"
Which, for Jay, it meant Joseph thought it was okay, in turn telling the doctor, "Okay."
Picking up a bottle of water from the floor, the doctor gave the cap a twist. Punching a pill out of the packet he hands it, then the water to Jay, "Take a good few gulps to wash it down."
"Okay," Jay said.
All eyes were on Jay, Joseph taking a little detour, checking out Dr. Roundtree's rounded butt as he bent down to help coax Jay!
"This will make him feel sleepy?" Harry asks.
"It might. Affects everyone differently," Maurice replies.
To undo the chairs, Dr. Roundtree offered his bed to set the two boys on, while Harry and Joseph wrestled with the wheelchairs. By this time Roy and the others had climbed the stairs to meet them.
Seeing just the chairs, without passengers in them, Roy exclaims, "What the hell happened?"
It doesn't go without saying, things, right or wrong, don't happen without resulting ends.
Entering Dr. Roundtree's room, which Joseph had nodded to the boys' whereabouts, Evan says in a nasty sort of way, "Well, where the hell have you been, Roy?"
This was strange, Joseph thought, but it's not the first time he's heard a son call a father by his first name. However, he wasn't the only one and Jay, even though he was fading fast, heard the dereliction in Evan's voice.
"Coming for you, of course. We wondered what became of you and Jay," Roy says. He wasn't at all disturbed by Evan's tone of voice, or maybe was pretending not to notice.
"If you bothered to pay attention, maybe none of this would have happened, but I guess having sex is more important?"
They were hefty accusations, of which Roy tried a coverup, "Nonsense, I came to meet you in the lobby."
Joseph was there though, hadn't seen Roy in the lobby before he left to come upstairs, but didn't think this the time or place to bring up family squabbles.
Harry comes in, says, "Okay, chairs are all separated and ready to roll!"
"I don't think I am," Jay says.
Dr. Roundtree says, "Like I said, the medicine affects everyone differently. First few doses, for the first few days could have the onset of needing a short nap."
Meanwhile, while the doctor is trying to explain, Joseph's attention is divided between Jay and Roy, trying to help his son up off the bed.
"Here," Harry butts in, trying to be helpful, "I've got the lad!"
"Fuck off!" They all see a side of Roy which hadn't ever phased them he could be like this, "I can handle my own son!" he pushes Harry away.
Joseph was glad Harry was admirable and didn't respond with the same treatment, yet he wasn't about to let Roy slide, "At a time like this, we don't need heroics."
Roy was about to defend his pride and honor, when Evan lets out feelings he's had bottled up for a long time, "You don't care about me. You never had. The real reason you run off and leave me alone is to have sex with other guys. I'm glad you're not my real father!"
That was it. Roy didn't have a leg to stand on. It made all the difference in the world, being Evan's biological father, or someone appointed by the court, who happened to at one time been madly in love with Evan's mother.
Joseph, having experience with matters like these, says, "I think it would be good if you left, Roy."
"I'm not leaving without my son," he was adamant.
Clever, the wheelchair sitting there, Joseph saying, "Either you walk out or I'll be pushing you out in one of these chairs and trust me, they'll need the jaws of life to extract you out of it!"
"I don't think we need to go to those measures," Dr. Roundtree pipes up, then advises, "Why don't you go home and think about things," addresses the man he's never met until now, "and maybe things will clear up in the morning."
Roy almost knocked Dr. Roundtree on his ass, slipping by, saying, "You'll be hearing from my attorney!"
After he leaves, they find Evan faced down, hugging Jay, who in the interim, had told him to wiggle his way over.
Meanwhile, Jared, who had admitted to drinking too much coffee, had gone to the mens room. Now, he arrives on the scene, "Oh my god! What's happened?"
Seeing Jay, lain out on the bed and even though Evan partially shadowed him, "I'm okay Jare, but Evan's not."
Already, Joseph was explaining the whole thing to inquisitive Garrett McVeigh, who in turn gave account of Jared not feeling well, which they all knew looked a little sick.
As for Jared, now he was getting the whole story, but in a more concise manner, delivered by the psychiatric doctor, which ends with him telling about Jay, "Yes, he's a little groggy and with a little rest, will feel himself."
"Thanks, doctor, um?" Jared confronts him.
"Roundtree, or Maurice?"
As it goes, they both introduce each other, Jared extending the cordial introductions throughout the room.
However, more of interest to Jay, he repeats what Evan has shared with him, "Hey guys, Evan has something to say."
They all listened, though Joseph, through keen insight, could guess the news.
"Roy really isn't my father. My real father is dead. He's only been hanging around to collect on the trust fund, when I'm
21-years old, in another year. Most of the time he's been an okay dad, but..." Evan is suddenly silent.
Dr. Roundtree provokes, "That's okay. Get it out while the gettin's good!"
Joseph loved that little way Maurice smiled, which could probably make any man do anything for him. It made his crotch ache!
"Like I said before, Roy didn't leave me alone because he was training me to do it. He did it to go out and have fun. The first few times he left me, I was terrified. I was really glad I finally got a friend like Jay."
Jared, who could warm up to Jay, being brother and care-giver, says, "Well, you don't have to worry about being alone. You have people here now who care about you."
Jay, who was very groggy, speaks up, "Um, like now we're out of a place to stay?"
Harry becomes a hero, saying, "I think I'll go find out where Michael is!"
Maurice says, "I was on my way out. You can leave Jay napping here?"
Evan didn't want to stay, but Jared did, so napped with Jay.
After Garrett tucked Jared in, he, Joseph and Evan finally made it to the main entrance.
Joseph says to no one in particular, "I wonder if Jared called ahead to the store and told them he wasn't coming?"
"Instead of doing that," Maurice suggests, "why don't you let them sleep for a couple of hours, call the store and delay their arrival?"
Mm-mm,' Joseph was loving that take charge' personality, "Sounds like a plan!"
As it turns out, Joseph accompanied Dr. Roundtree to his appointment, which was with the contractor responsible for putting the finishing touches on his office.
Evan, with Garrett as his guide, took the scenic route over to Warrior One, just to see what was happening.
In Maurice's room, Jared had turned over in his sleep, inadvertently giving Jay a hug. Momentarily Jay wakes up, smiling and saying, "Just like old times, huh Jare?"
But Jared didn't hear him!
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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee
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