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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `MAkiNG WaRRioRs' 09 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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The rest of the night was uneventful, except Jay's failure to stay awake. If he wasn't dead tired, he would have lay there forever, picturing Adam, all his tattoos, but his mind seeming to give up, after traveling down the smooth bod, to only find a measly treasure trail!
When Jay got home, Evan was already there, sleeping in his bed. He thought of waking him up, just to tell him the news he met a really nice guy, who happened to be drop-dead gorgeous, but decided to wait. Sometimes, getting Evan started, even a key won't turn him off!
The shoe on the other foot, the next morning, Evan couldn't wait to stir Jay awake. No better way than the new found way of jumping out of his wheelchair and pinning Jay to his bed, "Wake-up-I've-got-something-to-tell-ya dude!"
"I think you busted my bladder, moron!"
Jay didn't mind too much, feeling Evan drag his bod across his, the parts he could feel.
"I was upstairs and guess who I ran into?"
"Spencer Reed?" It earned Jay a slap to the chest, "Owch, bro!"
"No, Randy, you doofus!"
"Oh, he's into the whips'n'chains?"
"No," Evan fills him in, "he was just there for a drink."
"By himself?"
"Yeah. Why? What's wrong with that?"
"Put 2 and 2 together, dumbass. A guy doesn't go to a gay bar, without an idea that he might be leaving the place with another dude in tow?" Jay reckons.
"For your information, Randy saw us come in, mister smarty!"
"Oh," Jay backed down.
"So, you get it, don't you?" Evan says anxiously.
"Randy's got the hots for you. What else is new? How could anyone tell, with the way you two carried on with each other yesterday, at Warrior One?"
"I think he likes me."
With deep insight, Jay responds, "Don't get your hopes up, dude. You know what happens to guys like us. They tag around for a while and then find out we're not as much fun as other guys?"
"Randy's different."
"Okay. Maybe so."
"What about you?" Evan turns the tables.
Jay was ready to gloat about meeting Adam, brag, but held back, pending on his own thoughts and ideas about dudes in wheelchairs, "Nothing much. I got an A-attack right when we went to spring our prank on Joey and we had to leave."
"Bummer."
"Not for Joseph though!"
Evan wanted to hear all about that part, but Jared had to interrupt, "Downstairs in twenty minutes. Oz is all ready headed down to breakfast."
"He stayed over?" Jay asks.
"You betcha!" Jared closes the door!
In no time, Evan was crawling over Jay.
"Can't wait to get to your lover boy, Randy?"
He heard water sloshing about, Evan getting ready, but for himself, Jay lay there in bed, hands behind his head, relaxing, like on a beach, but a lone image in his mind, as if Adam were the only man walking the sand and his brain playing tricks on him, Jay had Adam dressed down to nothing!
"You better get moving, boy!" Evan appears, in the raw, headed for his bed, to do his little act of putting clothes on, on the bed.
It had crossed Jay's mind, Adam being `his boy'. After all, that's why Adam was at the club last night, though they hadn't discussed it, Jay thinking likewise. Getting ready, he was much, much slower than Evan.
When he came out of the bathroom, there on the bed, his bed, not Evan's, "Jare? What's up?"
"I'm wondering if you're feeling okay. You seem a little sluggish this morning?"
"You know, when a guy thinks," Jay theorizes, "it can slow him down?"
"Hmm, I wonder what you're thinking about?"
"Not what', but whom', but you've already guessed that, right?" Jay faces his brother on the bed, "Wanna move?"
Jared moves to the foot of the bed.
"You know I want to see you happy, but I want you to be careful in trying to reach your goals?" Jared speaks, as if a father.
"I know Jare. I'm glad you're there to help me. It seems like you got gipped though, being there for me, when there should have been someone there for you."
"Maybe that's about to change." Jared looks at his watch, saying, "We've got to get moving. Need help changing into your diapers?"
"Fuck off, bro!"
"On the other hand, maybe I should stay and watch."
"You don't make me hard, Jare!"
Jared knew nothing could make Jay hard, so didn't stay to belabor the point, instead moved on.
Out in the hallway, he sees a familiar shape coming towards him, asking, "Joseph, what are you doing up so early?"
"Well, I should be out of sorts, with less than 2 hours sleep, but I feel rejuvenated, actually."
"Hmm," Jared thinks it over, "which means you probably should be thanking Jay and I for our prank this year?"
Joseph says, "Don't I always?"
"Tell me," Jared puts a hand on Joseph's shoulder, "did you make any new friends last night?"
"Might have made an enemy!"
Of course, Jared had to have the details, "Oh?"
"Yeah, your security man, Jose. I think he was under the impression I was going to be his play toy all night, but I tamed that shrew real quick!"
"Oh shit, Joseph!" Jared slaps both sides of his jaw.
"Oh, but don't worry. I assured him, what happens at the club, stays at the club!"
On loose end, Jared asks, "So, are you two going to hook up again?"
"Next weekend. We're tag teaming up with Esteban and Jake."
"Wrestling?"
His cell phone going off, Joseph couldn't hang around for any more question and answer sessions.
It was Jose, calling to tell Joseph his ass was so sore, but said if he had to lose his virginity, it was good his cherry was taken by a hot bear!
Meanwhile, Jared had to return to Jay's room a second time, something about not being able to get his socks on.
It's at this moment Jay says, "I hope I see Adam again. I like him."
"I was under the impression he liked you too, but remember, the key here is like' and not love'. Besides, as we both know..."
Jay cuts in, "I know. First impressions are not always the last impression."
"Mom used to say that."
"I know. Sometimes I miss her, but I don't miss dad that much. Am I weird?"
Helping Jay back in his chair, Jared says, "Very, but weird is the new normal, so cut yourself some slack!"
Jay asks, "Did dad say that?"
"No. I said it... Works for me. Find your own catchy phrases!"
"I already did."
Opening the door, readying to wheel Jay out, Jared asks, "What would that be?"
"I miss Adam!"
"And what are you having for breakfast?" Jared goes retro.
"You're not listening to me, Jare!"
"I am, I am, for God's sake," Jared stands there, hands cupped around both ears, "but we've got to focus on the here and now, like right now?"
Not willing to let the issue go, Jay does battle, "Yeah, and you've already got yourself a boyfriend. What about me?" Then sharing something Evan has enlightened him with, "You don't know how hard it's going to be for me, a guy in a wheelchair trying to get a boyfriend and explaining how he's not going to be able to have sex with him... me... you know what I mean, Jare!"
Always a sucker for his brother, not only the concrete meaning, but giving in, Jared squats down in front of Jay, like he was ready to be knighted, "I know where you're coming from, but what you have to realize, is getting to Warrior One and working out with a trainer, it might just get things working for you, instead of the odds being against you."
"Maybe," Jay sulks.
"You know, and I'm not meaning to get your hopes up too high, but when I mentioned to Jesse about opening Warrior One, at first it was all about surfing. You know Jesse. He's competitive at the sport, lives for his surfboard..."
Jay manages a small smile, "Like I used to live for mine."
"Did you know our conversation became all about you?"
"Really?" Jay's attitude jumped out of the ditch. "What did he say about me?"
"I have to admit, Jesse wasn't into this all for himself. He's the one who came up with the idea of using the surfing backdrop for not only those who could work independently, but boys and girls like yourself?"
Not which Jay could ever doubt, Jesse Spenser anyone less than a god, "What a saint!"
"So, do you think we can speed things up here and get rolling?"
Giggling, Jay says, "Ever since I've been in the chair you've used that phrase."
Not realizing it, Jared asks, "What phrase?"
"Get rolling?"
"Yeah, well we better get rolling or else you're going to be late to your first, official session."
"Except, there's only Randy to work with."
"Is he not doing his job?"
Jay says, "He's doing it, only I get the impression he's giving Evan an extra ounce and... he's doing okay with me."
Standing, putting hands on the belt of his dress pants, looking all official, Jared says, "Randy and Evan, huh. I suppose I should have a talk with Randy and straighten him out on one particular rule."
Rushing his tone, Jay exclaims, "No, don't!"
Jared looks at Jay like he's got fangs, "Huh?"
"I wouldn't want anything to happen which would throw a downer into what Evan's got going with Randy. Have you seen how happy Evan has been and it's only been since yesterday. Man, what I wouldn't give to have a friend like Randy. I know you got company rules, but whatever Evan and Randy have going between them, I just don't want you to say something and then have it fall apart for Evan. I know how I would feel."
"Wow, that's some speech. Well, okay, maybe we'll let things slide for awhile," Jared says, calming his business manner. "What sneakers are you going to wear?"
This is the first time in a long time, a matter of a couple of weeks, Jared hadn't fetched Jay's needs.
"Nike's, I suppose, the blue and orange ones," Jay calls it out, as Jared heads to the closet.
Closets at Korbeau's island resort were more spacious than the average hotel, walk-in, Jared saying, "You guys are getting a little sloppy!"
"Maybe you should take it up with Michael. It's not a handicap closet, you know?"
Studying it for a second, Jared does realize he can reach easily, but for Jay or Evan, it could turn into a game, throwing a shirted hanger up, trying to catch it on the bar, "I'd certainly say so!"
The door was open and right in Jay's line of sight. When Jared bends over to pick up the sneakers, Jay says, "Nice pants you've got on bro," he laughs!
"Oh, about that," Jared stands tall, turns and walks towards Jay.
"About what?"
"Brotherly sex?"
"Oh. You haven't mentioned it to Oz yet?" Jay is right on the ball.
"Keep it quiet until I give you the heads up?" Jared says, kneeling at Jay's chair, widening one of the sneakers.
"Sure. No problem. Just give me a blow job and we'll seal the deal!"
Only Jared could joke with Jay, "Oh, the plumbing was working yesterday, but it's broke down today?"
"Better call a plumber, bro!"
Going back to where this all started, Jared says, "I have a feeling a plumber wouldn't do much for you. How about I call the tattoo parlor?"
"You're okay with me and Adam?"
"For now, as a friend," Jared ties the last knot of Jay's sneaker, "but I don't want you to get yourself up and all crazy about this guy. Take your time. Let the magic work itself?"
Elated, Jay responds, "Well, I know I can't get myself `up,' but I might not be too controllable with the crazy part!"
Using Jay's thighs to stand, Jared says, "Just use the brains God gave you?"
"What brains?"
"The brains to tell you, you need to be at Warrior One in 5 minutes and you haven't eaten breakfast, dah?"
"I hope you feel like racing today, Jare!"
It was so sweet of Joseph, meeting them down at the dining room, a bag of takeout hanging from his fingertips.
"Thanks Joey," Jay cordially says, his tone turning dark, "and I want to get with you later to hear what happened last night!"
Joseph replies, "Sure. I'd love to come to dinner!"
Giving Joseph a sinister look, Jared says, "You're not welcome!"
However, Jared could never turn down those puppy dog eyes attached to the tough, muscled leather bear.
"What happened to Joey last night?" Jay asks, munching as they rolled.
"I was with you, remember?"
"He didn't clue you in?"
"I saw him briefly. It didn't go along exactly like we planned. A flaw, Joseph said he was never fearful, blah, blah, blah and to his favor struck up more than a friendship with Jose."
Thinking on it, Jay says, "But Jose, he isn't a bottom, which you would know better than me?"
Jay was being sneaky, prompts Jared, "I suppose what you're wondering is, how I know that Jose and Esteban are into the dungeon scene?"
"Y'know, Jare, you're pretty smart for a moron!"
Chortling, Jared says, "Remember how we used to fight like cats and dogs?"
"You're evading the erotic truth, bro!"
"Never could derail you, could I?"
"Never," Jay responds, "and don't leave out any sexy details!"
"I might have to, at the risk of one of us getting it up?"
"What are you worried about? You got my chair to hide it!" Jay laughs.
Jared got off the hook, seeing Warrior One right ahead of them, "Why don't we wait until dinner and we can tie everything up when Joseph fills us in on his torturing last night!"
It satisfied Jay, but his mind still reeled on, thinking about what could have happened after they left. He had yet to confront, "I wonder how Jake made out?"
"He's working at Warrior One you know?"
"A trainer?" Jay would be surprised.
"Garbage detail. He's on the janitorial squad."
Laughing an evil laugh, Jay says, "You know how handicapped people can't hold it sometimes?"
"I didn't tell Jake about that part of the job!"
Amazed from the first day, yesterday, Warrior One was vacant on the outside, except for a few citizens checking out the paperwork on the front window. Slipping in, no one would guess Jay and Jared were connected with the ownership of the place.
The front desk was still busy, so Jared just waved and rolled Jay on past, through the next opening and down the hall. Completely remodeled from The Flake House, Jared had managed to buy out the vacant building next door, which became the facility for the disability gym.
Upon entering the wing, Jay was a little disturbed no one said hi. Then again, each was busy with his or...
"Hey, the girls showed up!" He laughed, because like the trainers had the boys do yesterday, the girls were down on the mat, crawling.
Contrary to yesterday, some of the guys complaining, the girls did their best, Tommy Tucker shouting directives to them. As it went, the more a person could do, the more the trainer would instruct them to do, until the trainer had the wisdom that enough was enough or enough too much!
Finally, in the middle of things, Tommy yells, "Break!" clapping hands together, looks up, "Hi Jay!"
Jay was ready to respond, but Tommy went right back into the trainer mood, Jay remarking, "Rude!"
Jared tells him, "We're not here for a social gathering."
"Hmm," Jay sulks.
"Oh, here's your trainer," Jared says, after glancing towards the doorway.
"Hey, it's Edward with him."
Not only Edward, but on the other side of Jay's new trainer, Adam walked!
"Oh cool!" Jay's eyes were glued on Adam.
Out of the side of his mouth, Jared says, "Remember, business now, pleasure later!"
"We can only hope," Jay jokes.
As forewarned, Edward's boyfriend, Dirk Kent, was introduced to Jay as his trainer, which disappointed Jay somewhat, because he thought his trainer was Adam!
"I know you have a policy, no friends during sessions, but I wonder if I could watch, just for today?" Adam asks Jared.
Of course,' Jay thought, Adam is certified in ink, not rehabilitative training!'
Remembering their conversation earlier, about Randy and Evan, Jared makes up a nonexistent rule, "Well, there is a stipulation, friends can work here, but if they get caught standing around and talking, they'll get the ax."
"Work here? But I don't work here," Adam looks at Jared puzzled.
"How come you're not at the tattoo parlor?"
"Um, there's a lot of tattoo artists. They didn't have any work for me just now," Adam replies. Not as dumb as perhaps Jared thinks he is, "Hey, if you've got some odd jobs around here, I wouldn't mind picking up a few bucks!"
"Willing attitude. I like that. From now, until 4pm you're on beach duty. Run down to the water and see if you can give Jesse a hand."
Adam froze, "But I thought..."
Jared lay it on the line for Adam, taking him aside, "Listen, I know you like Jay. He likes you too, but I think it would be a distraction if you worked in the same area as him. Besides..." Jared lulls, "you need a degree to be working with any of the handicapped individuals."
"Oh," Adam says, "I suppose that makes sense."
"Look at the bright side, you can visit when everyone takes lunch and there's plenty of time to get to know each other after hours?"
"That's cool," the 19-year old agrees.
"One thing I want to caution and this is personal. I don't mean to sound like anyone's father, but Jay is a very sensitive guy. What I'm trying to say, is plain and simple. Don't go get him falling in love with you and then cut him loose."
"Oh, I would never do that to anyone," Adam says with concern.
"Good," Jared lightens up, "because it could coincide with termination of your employment agreement!"
"Really?"
A smile on Jared's face, he changes the subject, "Who knows, with all those tattoos, you might drum up some business. There's a lot of young people down on the beach learning to paddleboard and surf!"
"That's my dream, to open my own tattoo studio. I better get started."
"Well," Jared notices one thing, "they are not going to be able to view all of your tattoos," he looks about. Then, seeing a particular individual, "Just the man I was looking for?"
Having walked into the room, Sean Hardy pats himself on the chest with both hands, "Me?"
Walking over to Jared, he introduces Sean to Adam, instructing, "Sean will show you the locker room and outfit you with some Warrior One gear."
"No problem. Follow me!" Sean was willing, surveying Adam's topography. Even though Sean would more have an interest in a dude servicing him, a guy's perky nips, peeking a shirt, could make this man's mouth water!
Adam couldn't say it out loud, but felt thirsty' for Sean's appearance, following' Sean, eyes taking in all the curves.
Decked out in a red-orange tank, the kind which is slitted down, from should to almost waist, Sean didn't think a thing of it. First time he put one on he did, admiring himself in the mirror on both sides, wondered if he preferred trimming or shaving some of his chest fur on the sides. He changed his mind, because then it would look just weird. Besides, Sean was one person of many who thought hair on the bod was sexy!
For Adam, it wasn't meant to pick anyone up, just an observation, "You look good in that shirt."
As to not embarrass Adam, Sean reverbs, "Yeah, that's what all the guys tell me."
Getting the gay-message, Adam says, "Oh, I didn't mean it like that."
"It's okay if you did. I think you're pretty sexy with those tattoos. Where did you have it done? I might get one or two myself," Sean says, keying, opening a tall cabinet.
Already an opening for Adam, he tells of the shop he works at, hoping to open his own someday.
"Cool," Sean says, "if you need a business manager, when I get through college I could be him!"
"You take your job serious?"
Pulling out several tanks tops, Sean asks, "What size are you?"
Feeling quite `moved' by Sean, Adam counters, "Size?"
"Shirt, not dick!" Sean replies.
"Of course I knew you meant the size of my shirt," Adam had to rethink, "medium, I think."
After dealing out 5 tank tops and 1 hoodie, all with the Warrior One logo, Sean says, "You're in charge of your own laundry. Your first hoodie is free. If you want more, you'll be billed $45. Since you will be working the beach, you're entitled to Warrior One speedos, but we don't have them yet." Sean then jokes, "I might need your cock size for that!"
"No kidding," Adam tears his tee shirt off overhead.
"But," he looks down at Adam's jeans, "you're going to need a swimsuit or something... I have an extra pair of boardshorts you can wear."
Joking, a wry smile attached, Adam asks, "Are you sure we're the same size?"
"I noticed we're both soft. You'll fit!"
It made Adam laugh out loud.
Getting a call on his cell, Sean would have to forgo waiting around for Adam to drop his jeans and briefs, but left the swimsuit and ran.
For a moment, Adam sat there, thinking how cute, adorable, manly, sexy and `bossy' Sean could be. Strangely though, even though he had this dude at his fingertips, his memory flashed back to Jay, which made him smile and quickly stuff his junk into the boardshorts.
A minute later, Sean was back, sticking his head in the door, "Everyone decent in here, I hope?"
Gathering everything up, which obliterated Adam's front, he answers, "You missed the show sixty minutes ago!"
"Rats!" Sean snaps a finger. "Here, let me set you up with a locker."
Except, there wasn't a locker free of clothing, Adam saying, "I could throw this on top?"
"And never see again, not which we have dishonest people here. Jake will think it's laundry and you won't see it again. You gotta mark your name inside. Got an idea."
Walking to the other end of the locker room, there stands 6 together, Adam following behind.
"You can use mine for today and we'll figure something out later."
The 21-year old was a responsible employee, following orders to the T, but not quite the locker buff, "Smells."
"A little," Sean pulls out yesterday's tank top and a pair of boardshorts that were wet, not quite dry.
Instead of griping, Adam humbles himself, "I could take care of your laundry, if you want... for sharing your locker with you?"
"You drive a hard bargain," Sean said cagily, rubbing the slight stubble on his chin, "but okay."
Little did Sean reckon, that everyday he would come to his locker, it would be sweet smelling. No matter how many times he rifled through shirts and shorts, the next time he opened the door everything would be folded and organized. In addition, he never had the opportunity to smell a musty swimsuit. From then on, he never bothered holding a freed up locker for Adam!
It would not be until later, much later, near closing, Jay learns Jared instructed his trainer, Dirk, to not let Jay whine his way out of doing things.
Regardless, Jay did his damnedest and Dirk really didn't have to extend himself to get Jay to do anything he hadn't already planned, like lying on his back on the floor, serpentining around traffic cones, to which Jay was even joking, `In case I get stuck in traffic!'
Overall, things went really well for Jay, except he was a little disturbed when Adam did not show up for lunch. Instead, when the clock hits 4:25, 25 minutes past quitting time, in he walks with Jesse Spenser, wet from head to sneakers...
"You can't come in here," Sean Hardy barks out orders. "You know better than to come in here wet, Jesse!"
Jared, who came and went throughout the day, running all 4 businesses on the same timetable, had enough business for one day, smirking, "Yeah, what's the matter with you Jesse!"
Adam wondered who was the real boss here, Sean ushering himself and Jesse out the door they came in and motioning for them to use the side door.
"You want Jake to have a shit-fit? He just mopped up the floor for the day," Sean busted their chops!
"Um," Adam says meekly, "I could've cleaned up, if you give me a mop?"
There was a side door, taking them right into the locker room, where Jesse set upon whipping his wet tank top off, purposefully getting even with Sean, "Oh, sorry `bout that!"
Whipped right against Sean's chest, he reciprocates, "Fuck you, Jesse!"
Turning, the wet top caught Jesse across the back like a whip!
"Ak-k-k-k! Oh shit, Sean!"
Standing there, having worked the tank top up his abs, revealing the outline of a 6-pack, his deep bellyhole, with a scrawny little, blond treasure trail, Adam felt a disturbance in his boardshorts. Not exactly the thought of Jesse getting whipped across the back, but wanting it to be himself in Jesse's place, Sean whipping the shirt across his back, he just gawked, jaw dropped open.
Secondary to Jesse, Sean gazes to Adam, "Don't mind him, it's not the first time Jesse has tried to sass me!"
"Shut up, Sean, you're going to get Adam into thinking I'm into something."
If that's what Jesse was into, Adam already had the heads up, dropping the shocked look and mellowing out, "That's cool with me."
Nothing more was said, the three undressing, checking each other out, Sean sideswiping, with excusing himself, reaching in the locker for deodorant, back of his arm grazing Adam's stomach. Other than that, the only contact made was Jesse, fixing the tag hanging out the back of Sean's shirt!
The locker rooms were for the employees. In the gym where Jay worked out, there were cubbies. Out in the reception area, the cubbies which numbered about 100, were guarded by Olivia, the receptionist, nee Oz Nolan's cousin.
For the first official day, Jesse thought things went rather well. If anyone had a tough go at it, it was Jesse, trying to control mostly teenagers and early-on college students. One of the high schoolers, 18-year old Tim Wolver, Jesse made student leader, finding out Tim has surfed S.A., some of the Far East and did some competition sport on homeland turf.
Tim got busted too, from tracking water in, but tempers relaxed, because Tim didn't know it was a rule not to track seawater into the gym, "Sorry."
Instead of Sean, Jake was there to instruct, but of course, his eyes were wandering all over Tim's flesh, "Just follow me to the locker room."
Follow Tim did, that small, condensed butt, Jake leading out of the gym, down the narrow hallway and...
"You finishing up?" Jake notices the locker room a little congested.
Jesse, looking up from tucking the flap at the back of Sean's shirt, caught in his pants when pulled up, says, "Oh, you made it back."
"I finished doing everything you wanted me to do," Tim says cheerfully. "You can go and check if you want?"
Smiling back, infected by Tim's upbeat attitude, plus the wet look of the shirt, tiny, rigid nips, most likely brought on by the chill of the room, "I'll check tomorrow."
"Really?"
"Sure," Jesse says.
Adam and Sean clear the room, Jake reluctantly following.
Left with Jesse, lost for words, Tim says, "We left the boards in the shed, like you told me to tell them. Here's the key," he dangles a pair in front of Jesse.
"Hold on to them for me. You are coming back tomorrow?"
It was tough not to, seeing Jesse's broad shoulders fill out the shirt, plus he was so damn good looking, "Sure I'll be back. I had a good time today. I learned a lot from you."
"Oh really? A pro such as yourself? I bet there's a thing or two you could teach me!"
Upon saying it, Tim caresses himself, "Oh man, it's cold in here!"
"It's because you're wet. Why don't you change?"
"Change?" Tim says. "Into what? I wore what I have on!"
"Well," Jesse turns back to his locker, "I can't say we're the same size, but I think we can make do."
For certain, Tim knew they weren't the same size, the way Jesse was packing his speedo!
"Here, check these shorts out. Sorry, I don't have another pair of briefs."
He hadn't a clue, but when he started stripping off his own speedo, Tim had a strong feeling why Jesse kept stealing glances to his junk, making a decision, "Just for the record, so we both don't have to suffer through the summer, I'm gay too!"
"Gay?" Jesse returns, "I'm not gay."
Holding the shorts out in front of himself, Tim's head drops back, "Oh my god..." dropping his chin, "I'm so sorry, Jesse."
Breaking from the serious look on his face, Jesse smiles, "But if I were gay, I'd probably be on my knees right now, sucking on those hot meatballs and frankfurter!"
Nodding his head up and down slowly, Tim knew he had been had, "You!" Tim tosses, throws his wet speedo at Jesse, hitting point blank in the middle chest.
Catching it, Jesse says, "Watch your back... I don't get mad, I get even!"
Tim says, "Watch my back? However do you mean that?"
"Or, maybe I should watch my own back!"
"Huh?" Tim stood there, vague look on his face.
Jesse smiled, thinking of the teenaged top-boy, liking the sassy way Tim spoke, "I dunno," Jesse says casually, "maybe I like boys sneaking up on me!"
"I never would have suspected," Tim snaps and zips, "but good things come to those who wait."
"Hmm, so where do you want me to take you to dinner?"
"Your place?"
"Uh, how about the second date. So, where do you want me to take you to dinner?"
Tim smiles, didn't say, rather, "No shirt, no service. Got a dry one?"
During the day, Jesse had about a 10-minute break to himself, choosing to check the records on one damn good surfer-boy. He found Tim to be 18-years old, a resident of East Hampton, staying on the island at Korbeau's for the summer and trying to find something to do to stay out of trouble. He lingered over the folder Olivia handed him, discounting the fact anything could become of being 32-years old and being overly friendly with a kid fresh out of high school.
Right now, Jesse wasn't thinking of that. Walking over to Sean's locker, he picks the lock, grabs a shirt, saying, "Here, it's kind of nerdy, but better than swimming in one of mine!"
As with Sean, Jesse makes Tim turn around, back facing him.
"What's up?"
"Tag in," Jesse folds the Banana Republic tag to the inside.
"Oh," Tim jokes, "I thought you were going to do something else!"
Setting the stage, Jesse says, "No, it's supposed to be you behind me. Not the other way around?"
Half-smiling, Tim says, "Just to let you know, I kind of go for older dudes."
"You want me to get on my cell and call my grandfather?"
Taking a chance, because he felt Jesse could take it, Tim balls up the front of Jesse's shirt, reels him in, "No, you'll do," kisses him.
Jesse didn't fight him off!
Before Jesse could get a word in, in walks Sean, immediately making a connection to the wardrobe in his locker, "Hey, I've a got a shirt just like that!" he scans Tim's bod.
"What a coincidence!" Jesse smiles at Sean.
"Wait a minute," Sean says in a sly vocal manner, pointing to the orange shirt fitted to Tim's pecs and beyond, "that is my shirt, don't deny it!"
Immediately, Tim shrugs off the blame, "Jesse gave it to me!"
Folding arms across his middle, the 5'9", dirty blond stud, when he was younger, practiced ways to stand which would intimidate. To add build to his character, Sean would often repeat phrases, from bad guys in the movies, like, You dirty rat! Along with leaning on one foot, arms folded across his middle, wearing an evil look, he was pretty scary, "So, that's where stuff from my locker has been going. You should be ashamed of yourself, Jesse!"
This seemed a serious manner and all, but Tim had to smile, regarding this short guy, hardly the height of a boxing contender, nor the weight to take on a 6'4", muscled swimmer's built physique, with intimidation power, to make Jesse's face turn bright red, head hanging to avoid showing off the red hue and apologetic face....
"I should call the cops on you right now!"
A repulsive look on Jesse's face, he responds, "For a lousy `I suck boys' tee shirt and a stick of deodorant, Sean?"
"Oh, so that's what happened to that. You try walking around with pits that reek!"
"$3, Sean?" Jessy contends.
"You don't think I'm going to use the stick, once it's touched your pits? You owe me three bucks!"
In the meantime, Tim has been inching the shirt off overhead, slowly, so as not cause too much a disturbance, with the possibility of being ridiculed and torn apart, as what Jesse is enduring.
"There's your 3 bucks!"
"I want a new locker."
"Fine," Jesse says.
Persistent, Sean says, "Now?"
"One second, Tim," Jesse says, leaving the locker room.
"Sorry about this," Tim hangs the shirt off his finger like a hook, "you can have your shirt back. Um, I'm kind of ripe, so you might have to wash it."
"You can keep the shirt. I won it at an orange party. I don't really suck cock. I mean, I could. I do, but I would much rather sit back and be the center of attention," Sean says, studying Tim's impeccable smooth bod.
"Well, me neither," Tim says.
They expected Jesse returning, but instead one of the surfing staff enter the locker room.
"Hey, dudes," he scans all the lockers, "any empties?"
Both Tim and Sean's eyes follow the blond, checking every locker.
"Guess not," he turns to the two.
Sean, who could always flirt without it looking like a flirt, brushes the dude's lower tummy trail, "You've got a bunch of sand on you."
Looking up to Tim, like this guy's got a ton of nerve, he reacts cordially, "Uh, thank's for letting me know."
Misreading the situation, Jesse returns, saying, "These guys helping you find your way around Sven?"
"Yes," Sven stares Sean in the eyes, "they are being very helpful."
"Here's your new locker, Sean and the combination."
Sean confronts him, "I though they were all taken," he takes the combination lock."
"Feel privileged, I'm giving up mine for you," Jesse is already stealing stuff out of his own locker."
"How do I know you didn't memorize the number?" Sean says.
"If you walk around reeking, I guess everyone will know!" Jesse says with sarcasm.
"What about the locker I share with Sean?" Tim asks.
"After we fumigate that smelly sewer," he meant Sean's original locker, "You and me," Jesse had plans to share with Tim, but looking at the new recruit standing there, "on second thought, you and Sven share."
"What about you?" Tim asks.
"Don't worry about me. I'll stash my stuff in the surf shed," Jesse has it all together. "And oh," Jesse files through his towels, speedos, other assorted stuff, "here's your stinky pits extinguisher, Sean!"
"Fine," Sean says, taking it, but then practicing his basketball skills, heaves it in the trash can.
"Great. Why didn't you make like you didn't need it back?" Jesse says with frustrated tone, "like I'll never go in your locker again, for God-sakes!"
"You broke into his locker?" Sven exclaims.
"It was an emergency!" Jesse replies.
Not knowing `the emergency', which required Jesse to take his deodorant, Sean speculates, "An emergency. Right. He had to smell pretty, only to work up a sweat with his boyfriend!"
"For your information, know-it-all Sean, I don't have a boyfriend, so there!"
"Um, Jesse?"
"What?" Jesse returns to Tim, still with sarcasm.
"If you're okay with it, we can share with you, if you want?"
Truth be told, Jesse was hoping to do the same for Tim. However, since most of the time his locker was filled to the brim, he went with, "Sounds okay with me, as long as you guys agree? I mean it could get tight in there?"
Tim asks, "As long as we don't get our deodorants mixed up?" Then, extending a hand, "By the way, I'm Tim," he introduces himself to his new locker-mate.
Sean had to beat it, leaving the trio of men there. On their way out, Jesse and Tim took Sven along with them for a bite to eat. Fortunately, Sven had an extra shirt in his backpack to lend to Tim. It had a nice design, but no words!
Tim finds out Sven, a former J&J Marine employee, had originally been scheduled to work at Jay's Surf Shop. There was no official grand opening, and found they were over staffed. Because they were all connected, Sven, who had paddleboard experience, plus had worked many summers, from high school on, as a lifeguard, was a contender for Warrior One.
"How do you think it went today?" Sven says.
Jesse first rolled his eyes, saying, "It could have gone a lot better if I had a few more babysitters!"
"I'm really good at discipline," Sven says.
Instead of someplace fancy, Jesse asks, "Kermit's Nook okay with you guys?"
Tim says, "I passed by here yesterday and they were setting up the sidewalk cafe."
Jesse says of it, "Nice, but I think I'd rather the privacy of the backyard patio."
"Sure," Tim says in a shallow tone.
Thinking he might have hurt Tim's feelings, Jesse repairs, "Or we can try this out?"
Sven, he just stood and waited, which did not keep him out of the discussion, Tim saying, "What's your preference, Sven?"
"Me, I go with anything," Sven stay neutral.
In a turn of events, Tim goes with the patio, Jesse grabbing up a sidewalk chair, suddenly changing his mind, putting the chair back, "The patio it is!"
It was right before the dinner hour descended upon the island, room available on the back lot of Kermit's Nook. It didn't face the ocean, but sat on a nearly deserted canal, nicely colored buildings on the opposite side. Rarely a person would walk past, which made the patio at Kermit's Nook a treasured find for those wanting peace, a serene atmosphere.
Being shown to a table, a dude at another table looks up, which sends Jesse off course, "Zack? I didn't know you were back in town. I thought," he shakes Zack Zoen's hand, but looks at the handsome stud seated.
"I did go back to New Zealand, but the project I was to work on, lost funding. So, I'm back here!"
Before Zack could introduce Jesse, he's saying, "I know you," points a finger, but drops it, offering an apology.
"Hey!" the other dude gets up, officially introduces himself, "I'm Stavros Xanthopoulos."
"I know," flustered, Jesse says, "it's good to finally meet you."
Humbly, Stavros says, "I didn't know I was so well known, outside of my fans back home."
Home, Stavros was originally from Greece, but in his teens, when his mother and father divorced, went to live with his mother in Australia. A good move, he credits it to becoming the surfer he is today. Over the years, he and Zack have had an on again-off again relationship, now trickled down to friendship.
"Well, I'm not sure, but for sure, I'm a fan." Then, looking over his shoulder, "My party is waiting for me."
Their menus were on the table, Zack offers, "Why don't you join us?"
Little did the party of three know, Stavros had designs on Sven from a distance, looking through the double patio doors, before the trio finally decided on patio dining.
"It is so good to meet some of Jesse's friends," Stavros passed over Tim's hand, to connect with Sven.
"You too," Sven accepted the 38-year old's hand. Right away, he knew something was different about this cordial meetup, Stavros handing on a little more than usual, but just went with it.
"I'm Tim," he did the same thing Stavros did to him, swept a hand past him, matching up with Zack, saying, "I've been a follower for years."
Jesse suddenly felt like an outsider. Though, he wasn't as reluctant to give up on Sven, as he felt towards Tim, "I'll grab another chair."
Right next to them was a table, but the woman wouldn't give up the chair, saying her and her hubbie were expecting another couple. Jesse found another one easy enough.
Fitting himself in, Jesse says, "Can you scoot a little to the left, Tim?"
On Tim's left sat Sven. To Sven's left was Stavros, who wasn't at all reluctant to manhandle, places a hand on Sven's shoulder, the other on the side of his chair and physically moves both, "C'mon next to me. We've got plenty of room here... And don't worry, I don't bite!"
Thinking out loud, of how he likes the feeling of beard and stache bristles on his cock, "Ain't dat a shame!" he laughs.
Smiling, wiggling his eyes, Stavros hums, "Mm-m-m-m-m!"
Zack says, "That's Stav, he can never get enough of the bratwurst!"
As dishes were delivered and taken away, Jesse learns the real truth Zack was in town. In reality he didn't need to be there, when miles down the road he was involved in a project, remodeling Cayman Karlyle's mansion. His project right now had been the vehicle to introduce Stavros to Jesse.
"Retire?" Jesse exclaims. "You have so much to offer the surfing world?" Even though, Jesse has read Stavros was falling behind in the numbers.
"It's time to pass the trophies and the medals on to the younger generation," Stavros relays.
Probably as smart as Jared, Jesse perceives something here, realizing he forgot to dial a number back on his cell, "Oh, I thought you were calling me from New Zealand," Jesse whips out his cell.
"No," Zack confesses, "I was calling to tell you I had Stavros with me and... well, there's no other proper way of asking, I was wondering," Zack tags Stavros' shoulder, "if you would have a position for Stavros at your surfing school?"
Jesse was silent, his lips forming a perfect `o', saying, "Oh-h-h-h," like he hadn't a clue, concerning what a salary of Stavros' would incur, "Excuse me a second," he gets up, whips out his cell phone, "I need to make a call."
Torn between pros and cons, the very idea of having a famous surfer work at Warrior One, but the `con', a salary to match his, or as he deemed Stavros' record, more than he drew from payroll.
If there was one thing Jared learned from Roy, it was the possibilities of his brother staying home, without him and survive till the next day. Of course, Joseph, working security at Korbeau's, gravitated towards Jay's room more than was necessary. Unknown to any of them, Joseph had Adam Jenret checked out, exhaled with ease when finding out he had a clean record. However, knowing he couldn't be there 24 hours, Joseph dropped Thor off to help monitor the room.
With all that in place, Jared felt it possible to carry on with a normal lifestyle, something akin to how life was spent prior to Jay's surfing accident. He and Oz had stopped at Ali's Market for sandwiches, were waiting in line, when Jesse's call came through.
First thing Jared asked was, "Business or pleasure?"
Knowing Jared could hang up on him, Jesse answers, "Pleasure, with some business."
At J&J Marine stores, there were people to cover people, in case someone was not available. Even Jay's Surf Shop, with J&J people among the new workers, things could be handled. Warrior One was not a typical business venture, which called for unusual methods. It is why Jared and Oz were bundling up their sandwiches, walking out of Ali's Market and headed over to Kermit's Nook.
Sitting down at the table, Jesse says, "Look sharp, Stavros. The boss is headed over here for your interview!"
"Right this minute?" Stavros` eyes, which Sven could see through his glasses, looked like they were ready to pop out, collecting on the inside windows of the frames!
"Calm down," Sven patted Stavros` hand, "Jared Evans is like the easiest-going guy."
Since nothing much was explained, in the way of a boss-employee relationship, Stavros, switching an index finger back and forth between Sven and Jared, questions, "You know each other?"
"Like, dah," the 25-year old Swedish employee, having worked here and there under the Evans' umbrella, "I had been working for J&J Marine since high school? I know the boss personally."
With a little knowledge of working for the Evans empire, Stavros says, "Oh, I thought you told me you worked at Jay's Surf Shop?"
"I do... I mean did," Sven turning to Jared, "thanks for the opportunity to switch to Warrior One."
In a nutshell, Sven fills Stavros and Zack in on how the J&J empire has doubled, with the annexation of Jay's Surf Shop and Warrior One.
"Jared had to admit it to himself, flooding Jay's first retail experience with employees from the main store had been a good idea, until they started falling all over each other!" Sven informs.
At this precise moment, Jared and Oz venture in. Kermit's Nook had been infiltrated by the dinner crowd, which left not a table blank. Fortunately, the call ahead paved the way for just one empty table, slid up against one occupied by Jesse and his crowd.
Soon as the introductions were met, business became the talk of the table, Jared is besieged by business affairs, with a little pleasure, "Well, this man here," Jared reaches around Oz's shoulder to scrunch up Jesse's shoulder in his hand, "will be the deciding factor in exactly what your position will be Stavros."
Oz smiles, having been caressed in the fold of Jared's arm, "I kind of like this position!"
While Oz got over his feelings, Stavros exclaims, "You mean I'm hired? Just like that?"
Feeling cozy, Jared couldn't denounce the pleasure of Oz's arm, Oz's flat palm running up and down his back, "I love the fringe benefits of working in retail!"
Batting back and forth, between business and pleasure, Jared addresses Stavros, "Excuse Oz. Sometimes he doesn't know when to behave himself! About hiring you, you came with good credentials."
"Excuse me," Stavros says, "but I met you not more than," he counts five fingers, "five minutes ago?"
"News travels fast, right Jesse?"
It's then Stavros realizes, whatever transpired on Jesse's cell, was the sell which got him the job, thanking Jared first for the opportunity, then secondly, "Thanks, mate!" He meant Jesse, whom he was staring at.
"What time is it?" Sven asks. He could have whipped out his cell, but he wanted to see if he could stir up interest.
Gulping down the last bit of his Screwdriver, Stavros juggles his cell phone, "Almost six-thirty. What's up?"
Proud of himself for leading the way, Sven reports, "I wanted to catch a band, down at the Bomb Shell, The Foot Doctors. Ever hear of them?"
Oz remarks, "Last time I heard of a foot doctor, I was going to one!"
"Not funny," Jared says, adding a smirk. It earned him a second hefty nudge of Oz's knee against his. First was for being accused of not behaving!
Everyone else was laughing, so Jared thought himself the only one lacking a sense of humor, "I guess it's a little funny," he tried to cement relations between him and Oz, who took the criticism with a grain of beach sand, "That's okay. I'll make you pay later!"
"Scary, but intriguing," Jared smiles.
However, by the time the pair had stopped making goo-goo eyes at each other, softly kissing, they found they were left with the bill to pay!
Back on the home-front, at Korbeau's, Jay and Evan have found themselves a little more able to bounce back after their rigorous day.
"Weird I don't feel tired," Jay quips.
"Cool, because Randy is coming to pick me up to go see The Foot Doctors and you can come!"
Sitting there, shirtless, a leg over an easy chair, Eduardo had been chatting on his cell, until overhearing the news, jumps out of his chair, "What the fuck? The Foot Doctors? Where?"
"The Bomb Shell," Evan replies.
However, Jay's mind was on something else, "Can you do that again, Eduardo?"
"Do what?"
"Jump out of the chair. I want to see if I get a reaction to your balls jumping up and down in your briefs!"
While Jay laughs, Eduardo plops back down in the chair, "Fuck you," but a second later, talks into his cell, "no, I didn't mean you!"
Evan asks, "I wonder who he's talking to?"
"Probably his one night stand," Jay replies.
After signing off on his iPhone, Eduardo says, "Too bad you gringos were mocking my briefs."
"We weren't," Jay claims.
Evan sticks up for his friends, "In fact, we think it's kind of awesome that you've got hefty junk to bounce around... it's kind of... aesthetic!"
"Ass-what?" Eduardo doesn't get it.
"Trust me," Jay says, "You should be very proud of what you own!"
Eduardo has never debated that fact, but thought the guys were kind of cute, giving in, "That was Antonio on the phone. He sings every year at the Bomb Shell for gay pride. He knows the security guards. Says he can get us front row access."
"When?"
"As soon as your boyfriend gets here," Eduardo relays to Evan.
"Cool! Toss me your cell!"
Apparently, Jay quizzing Evan on what happened to his own cell, laughs, "Um, I talked to Randy for so long, it went dead."
Snatching it back, playfully, Eduardo says, "Oh, forget it, then!"
Being carefree himself with his words, Evan sarcastically says, "Hey, I'm only going to use it for like, seconds?!"
"Wow!" Jay sees something different in his bud's approach.
"What?" Evan questions motives over using a cell phone, "I am, I am!"
"Don't drain it," Eduardo says, giving it back.
"No, not about the cell," Jay gives clue.
"What?" Evan finds the dial pad.
"Nothin'," Jay replies, unsure if he really did notice Evan doing a crunch, which made him happy and sad. Sure, he was glad for his pal, showing something for all those 2 days of training, but going the distance, he didn't find much improvement in his own predicament.
Being direct, Eduardo skipped out on whether Evan was going to consume either all his saved up minutes or cell power, "Nothin' means somethin', Jay, so speak your mind or next time don't say nothin' if you mean somethin'!"
Even Evan caught that, hesitating a second when Randy picked up on the other end.
However, meant for Jay, he says, "It wasn't about me."
Though, Jay took notice, Eduardo rising up out of his comfort zone, taking in the full picture, approaching, checking out the scruff along the chin, a little fuzz midchest, smiles when he spots hairy circles around each of Eduardo's nips, scant trail giving way like a river delta, flowing over, around `Bellyhole Island', then trickling out, next to nothing...
"What's this about?" As if Jay didn't know, refocusing on Eduardo's lips.
"What `this is about', is keeping things bottled up inside and not sharing with others."
"I didn't think I had to."
Too bad Jay couldn't feel it, Eduardo's hands, one on each knee, bracing that hot bod on `him', which, if he could, wanted to or even had an unthought of reaction, a hot man making like he's about to climb on board...
"Sometimes, what you don't say can hurt more than saying it?"
Jay knew he frowned, but not because of what Eduardo said, but did, lifting himself up, almost hiding those lickable nips, "I don't like to get people riled up over something, only to have it not true."
"So?" Eduardo says, like he's toying, "We would all like to know what's going on in a person's head, don't you think?"
`Oh boy,' Jay was ready to have field day on this one, "I'll buy that. Like, what are you thinking right now?"
`Oh shit!' Eduardo was ready to eat his words!
The smile on Jay's face reflected how, for the first time since he's met Eduardo, he's made him nervous.
Breaking the, `I know what I'm talking about' pose, Eduardo had dropped both arms, "Let me think a minute," continues stretching like some fancy yoga master, even though he never took it up!
"No!" Jay got dominant on him, "the idea is spur of the moment, like right now, Eduardo?!"
"Shit, Jay, you don't have to like go berserk on me!"
It was entertaining Jay, first having the cool, calm, collective guy get bent out of shape and then, "Me go berserk on you?"
"Maybe we should just..." lost for words, Eduardo resort to, "do something."
"Fine," Jay puts it to him, "be a jerk and don't tell me what was on your mind a minute ago, when your face was almost in my crotch!"
Even though Jay acted out, taking the pillow from behind his head and with both arms, heaved it at Eduardo's chest, missing the target, a few inches north, he receives accolades, "Nice going, Jay!"
Evan couldn't agree more, "Way to go, bro!"
No one could be happier than Eduardo, a diversion, "Oh, you're done with my phone already?" his hand is out.
"Yeah. Just a short call," Evan replies, handing it back. "Oh, by the way, the little battery in the upper right corner is looking for help!"
Shaking his head, Eduardo says, "Why do I do this to myself?" he looks.
Still with the last word, Jay says, "We didn't know you were a masochist, Eduardo!"
Being there, right in the same room, same bed, even the phone call was partially obscured by the pillow over his head, Evan sort of pay attention, exclaiming, "You are?"
"Not!" Eduardo replies, adding, "Stop spreading rumors, Jay!"
"Oh, someone wanna wake him," Jay says of Adam, curling up on the rug next to Thor, which at the time Adam took a nap, he was petting Thor and not sleeping, falling prey to the soft fur, Thor's back as a cushy pillow.
It wasn't only Eduardo who was in the buff, well Adam at least had his briefs on, but still, it could be made out, outlines of his lower anatomy, "Oh how inviting this looks!"
Evan says, "I hope Adam is a good sport!" Just the same, hoping, Evan covers his head for the shell shock, peeking out a little.
"What's he gonna do?" Jay says. As has been noticed, over the past few days, Jay not thinking, but doing, lifting his shoulders up off the bed, in order to peer over his own bod at something.
Right now, no one was paying attention, all eyes on Adam, ready to get pranked. They were amazed, Thor not making a move, like he knew he was in on the scam, Eduardo taking his tale and tickling Adam's nose.
In a deep voice, Adam, who's chin almost touched his tattooed chest, says, "I know what you're up to," opens one eye to Eduardo.
"Fuck you!" Eduardo yells out, drops to his knees, then pins Adam on the floor.
One of his forte's, wrestling, though it only lasted one year in high school, Adam finds out how inexperienced Eduardo and soon Adam is man on top.
Unfortunately for both, Thor starts barking his head off, which, even though he was at the end of the hall, alarms go off in Joseph's head. On it and before Adam and Eduardo can trash the room, Joseph is at the door, yelling, "What the fuck is going on in here?"
Fast as lightning, he has both, Adam and Eduardo, in head locks, necks crunched up in his powerful muscle-bear arms.
Jay to their rescue, "Joey, they were just fooling around."
Seeing Eduardo's junk hanging out, he gets himself off the hook, "Oh really? Well, this isn't the kind of fooling around you're supposed to do with..." lost for more words, his hand paves the way to Eduardo's crotch, "this?"
"I'm willing," Adam tried stealing Joseph's attention away from Eduardo.
Breaking the ice, rather the heat circulating around Eduardo's bod, Jay says, "Um, are we going to go see The Foot Doctors before or after the concert, dah?"
With Randy meeting them at Korbeau's, they made the trek down through the lobby. Jay notices, "Is this place hoppin' or is this place hoppin'?"
"Hoppin'!" Evan laughs.
Though neither them, nor their escorts, could keep their minds on much, watching all the hot men entering, checking in...
"Penny for your thoughts?" Joseph steps his size 13 against the wheel of Jay's chair.
"Joey!" Then, first thing to come to mind, "I'm sorry I couldn't stay for `the prank'. How did it turn out?"
Being `mean', Joseph toys, "Next time stick around and find out!"
Giving it back to him, wasn't Jay, but Eduardo, "Don't be a bitch, Joseph!"
When it came to Joseph and Eduardo, they could be whatever they wanted to each other. Labels didn't work for them, instead, turning out on the spur of the moment, Joseph saying, "Maybe later," he moves his foot.
Looking up at Eduardo, as they move out the doors, Jay whines, "Oh, I wanted to hear what happened to Joey at The Spin Club."
"I'll torture it out of Joseph later!"
"That'll be the day," Jay says, "like, I never heard of anyone doing anything to Joseph."
Smiling, Eduardo says, "There's always a first time," he rubbed his neck, from the headlock!
`True', Jay thought, as their conversation turned to first times, Jay going back to the same old story of how he and Jake got caught up in bdsm stuff and met up with Master Bartosz in a dark, dark dungeon.
"You have to be careful," Eduardo says.
"That's why I went with Jake. I didn't want to go, but I did it for him," going off on a rampage, "I'd do anything for him, within reason."
After Jay had covered the most important aspect of their story, Eduardo says, "Well, your first mistake was having yourself staked out. When a friend goes along, he has to be flexible enough to stop the action."
"I know," Jay says, "but it's like, I got caught up in seeing how it felt." On the side, "Man, was Jake hard!" Jay laughs.
Not a foreign landscape for him, Eduardo says, "The right thing, if you wanted to know how it feels, would have been to let Jake have his fun and some other night trade off."
Detecting something, Jay asks, "You think it's `fun?' Why? Have you ever tried it?"
He didn't really want to get into it, Eduardo thinking about the 50 or so times he's met with guys and how rough he could get, which could tarnish Jay's opinion of him, but opportunity to evade strikes twice, Antonio meeting him at the checkpoint they set up, "Oh, there's Antonio!"
It didn't go without thinking, Jay wondering why, at the opportune moment, something he was trying to find out about Eduardo, he missed out. He smiled though, thinking of something Eduardo said earlier, bout `torturing it out of him', Joseph, well, if he put a little word into Joseph, why couldn't it be the other way around?!
Immediately, Randy had `competition', Evan saying, "Wow, is Antonio hot!"
"How would you mean that?" Randy had noticed also, but put the screws to his lover.
Dropping his head back, Evan, who knew Randy was kidding, looks at him upside down, "But not as hot as you!"
Throwing hint, Randy says, "Probably cold in bed."
"Yeah," the overhead conversation continues, "probably's got a 2-inch dick."
"Probably," though Randy started to feel insecure, himself measuring out to a measly 6c!
Arriving at the Bomb Shell, not much more than half a football field, a conical concert shell at one end and nice grass to park an ass on, everywhere Jay looked, his eyes met with someone he knew, instructing Eduardo, like he owned him, "Take me over there!" he points.
Right now, early, an hour and a half before The Foot Doctors hit the stage, it was easy to pick out people, Eduardo seeing quite clearly, Jared and his `date'. Normally, Eduardo would not be the type whom liked it very much, being ordered about, but spotting a hot man, shirtless and shades, lying faced up, he didn't mind at all following Jay's lead!
"Jare! What are you doing here?"
Looking up, from kneeling down, spreading suntan lotion on Oz's lily white chest, Jared tosses the tube, making it bounce off Oz's stomach, "You're on your own," then quickly making the transition to greeting his brother, "He-e-ey, I didn't know you were coming tonight!"
"What," Jay responds, "and spend another mundane night at home?"
"Thanks for bringing him," Jared smiles at Eduardo, "I owe ya one!"
He didn't say, only thought it, Eduardo thinking, Don't you worry, it'll be a big' favor!' Only, he knew he wouldn't be calling it in, "No sweat, Jared."
Poor Eduardo, he became a go-for, each time Jay spotted someone he knew, thinking, if only Adam didn't need to go to work. Then again, Eduardo didn't know who to thank, except his lucky stars, his new friend showing up, "Hey, Jay. Finally was able to get off from work. Hope I'm not too late?"
Oz manages to slip his shades up over his head to greet not only Jay's friend, but `hot friend,' "Hi there. Nice tatts!"
Giving Oz's bod more than an eye workover, after taking notice of the blank bod, not a tattoo anywhere, "Thanks. Give the go ahead and I'll make you my next canvas!"
Not too enthused, Oz says, "Thanks. I'll think about it."
Jared, with hands over his eyes is looking at the stage, "Hey, is that Evan and Randy I see?"
First thing to strike Jay, is a client together, with an employee, "It's not what you think it is, Jare."
Turning to Jay, wrinkling up his brows, Jared asks, "Uh, just what is it you think, that I'm thinking is what?"
Jay turns to Oz, "Would you believe he has a college degree?"
Laughing, Oz says, "If he does, he's got more than I do under his belt!"
Jay knew Oz meant it differently, but it just got him to wondering, "I know what Jare's got under his belt. What about you?"
Jared says, "You got yourself into that one, Oz. You go get yourself out!"
Smiling, Oz whispers, with a hand to the side of his mouth, "It's pretty big!"
They both laugh, Jay catching Jared taking off, "Hey, where are you going?"
"Going to see if I can get a word with Randy."
"Oh no you're not!" Jay can only guess his brother is going to go right down there, break up the relationship they have started and... and too things, the sudden pull away from Adam's grip, "Oh-h-h shit!"
Seeing it happening, Jay flinging himself out of his chair, Jared is running back, "Oh my god, Jay!"
However, first responders were the closest, Oz and Adam.
"Don't move," Oz says.
This would not be something extraordinary, had it been before Jay's accident. Danger was part of the game when it came to surfing, mountain biking, trying his hand at mountain climbing. However, things change, as has happened after his accident and stuff like this bothers Jay to the point of making him cry like a baby, "I feel so embarrassed."
"Is he okay?" Jared asks, in a panic.
Adam says, "He looks okay, except for a little blood."
"Where?" Jared didn't immediately see it.
"There must've been some gravel on the ground where Jay's face made a connection!"
Manner in which Oz spoke, Jared knew there wasn't anything major, "Are you okay, pal?"
Oz has seen different phases of Jared's character, the role of boss, brother and already, lover. He could be bossy or downright soft and filled with pity, like right now.
Like Oz had seen the kindness in Jared, Jared was seeing how selfless Adam was being, kneeling down in the grass and calming Jay, like grooming a puppy dog.
"Hey, what's up?" Randy asks.
Evan, right there in front of him, says, "We saw Jay hurl and wondered if he's okay?"
"I'm fine," Jay was finally getting over being grim, Adam being accredited with it, even though Oz helped doctor him up.
The show must go on, several people in Jay's life stopping by to say `hi'. He didn't realize, the many people he had met this summer and the summer was just starting.
One thing which made things look like they were looking up, was Adam. Even his brother was saying how kind and considerate he was, which made Jay feel comfortable having Jared's approval, though he didn't think it would ever bother him if his brother had a problem with it. But no one had to tell him that!
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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee
`MAkiNG WaRRioRs', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.