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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `MAkiNG WaRRioRs' 18 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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% When it came time to throw something on the grill, Terry and Nash stood at the open refrigerator door.
"Pathetic, isn't it?" Terry says to Nash.
"Or maybe it's we're more into how a well-stocked refrigerator should look like?" The 19-year old replies, staring Terry in the face, a little smirk to his smile.
"What?" A look of question fills Terry's face.
"I hope you're not going to get angry at me, if I tell you something?" Nash treads lightly, holding an almost nonexistent bottle of ketchup, just in case he's in need of a weapon.
"It takes a lot to make me go ape on someone? I mean, how long have you known me? You should know that, Nash?"
Replacing the plastic bottle of ketchup on the door, Nash opens up, "I told Jay about how you and I jerked each other off in the men's room at the market."
Reaching for the ketchup bottle, about the only condiment left, Terry says, "No sense putting this back, and to answer your question, I'm not angry at you. Tell whomever you like. Matter of fact," Terry smiles, "I find it kind of erotic when someone talks about `being with me!'"
From where this came, Nash didn't know, surprising himself, "Would you get hard if I talked you through it?"
Terry exclaims, meant to be funny, "I get hard thinking about it!"
"Really?" Nash acts surprised, "You still think about it?" he feels flattered!
Confiding in his teen jerk-bud, Terry says, "Never forget it, but..." he strays, "what do you think about hot-man-Jared?"
"He's nice," Nash says, even though he thinks Jared is nicer than nice, nevertheless, "but I'm really liking being around Jay."
Having heard Nash's history, a bullied teen in his early puberty stages, suddenly shaping up around age 16, then spending time in hibernation, at home studying, filling his mind with education, art and music, reading up on, ogling over muscle-strength men's bods, "I can understand."
"You do?" Nash wondered what was running around in Terry's mind.
"Sure and I think stick with it... I mean, him... Jay."
"You do?" Nash looks up to Terry, like a father figure.
"Sure. Jared was telling me, how many guys have slipped in and out of Jay's life in the past few weeks. The dude is yearning to have a real friend. Maybe you didn't come along for no reason," Terry shares enlightening words of wisdom.
"Hmm, I'll have to think about that."
Walking into the kitchen, Jared asks, "Is the fridge defrosted yet?"
Laughing, Terry replies, "No, but I think there's icicles hanging from my armpit!"
"Ewe! Gross, Terry," Nash says, politely excusing himself.
Jared watches, to make sure Nash is gone, saying, "If you need help melting up those icicles?"
Because he had been swimming, in the buff, stood there with it all hanging out, Terry says, "My pits are fine. It's my balls which need a little toasting up!"
Calling his bluff, Jared reaches down, holds the big globes in his hand, "By god, you're right!"
They felt a little cool, Terry's balls not frozen to the core, yet Jared acted like it, bending over, licking, "There, that thaw them out a bit?"
"Not much, but right now my stomach is counteracting the feeling I would normally get!"
"So... what do we have to throw on the grill, besides meatballs?"
Smirking, Terry replies, "I'd love you to, but..." he picks up the only meat available for a barbecue, "2 dogs for Nash and Jay, and you and me, it's a toss up, a decent looking burger or this green thing?" he holds up a green baggie.
"If I'm not mistaken, the former occupant of the house was a vegetarian. I think that's meant to be green, but I wouldn't chance it if I were you!"
"Ha, ha, that's funny!"
"Oh? Like how?" Jared stands entertained.
"If you were me, you would be sucking me... Wait! That doesn't make any sense!"
To Jared it did, "Not unless you had 9-inch tool. You could bend over and do yourself!"
"Um, what makes you think I don't?" Terry smiles, thinking Jared must've measured when he was sleeping!
"I think my ass can tell," Jared rubs his own bare butt, "like, it's still a little sensitive from before?"
"Don't blame me for that," Terry shuts the door.
"You could have warned me?"
"What... and ruin the surprise? Besides, I wasn't the one `sitting down'," Terry heads outdoors.
"I suppose," Jared says, following Terry's hairy ass, thinking of how things could change at any time!
Heath, Scott and Adam headed out to HOODWINK'd, the others enjoying some barbecue items. Nash was indispensable, having found some potatoes, whipping up salad.
"This is really good," Jay remarks, having swallowed a chewed up chunk of potato.
Rather than Nash answering with a polite `thank you', Terry jumps in with, "Nash is real good at whipping up anything."
"You've experienced it?" Jared asks.
"Not a lot, but some. Tell'em, Nash," Terry almost drooled in anticipation of hearing about himself in action!
Instead, Nash ventures off, telling about how, when he was younger, he was not as ripped, using his own almost-sixpack abs as an example, comparing fat to flat. Having been bullied, he told of how it was too late to be a part of the in-crowd, at 16-years old. Then he ended his tale, with saying food becoming the catalyst to losing weight and, lifting his shirt, shows off a six-pack any man would be proud to own!
"I was told by my shrink, it would help if I got out and was with people, but I didn't want to. Besides, I had a lot to do at home, reading, doing a little painting and practicing my lute. Then, one day I'm picking up a box of books, my older brother left me, when he went off to college. Man, was he ripped!
It got the boys to thinking about Nash's bro...
Flipping through, mainly looking at the pictures, I realize, `I can do this!'. I never got rid of that box of books!"
Jay could see the pride filling up Nash. They all could.
"Nice," Jared liked the part with the shirt lift. "Um, but what about all that loot?" Jared asks.
"What're you, a moron?" Terry has caught on to the lingo! "A lute, it's like a guitar, but it's got a fat belly!" He tries proving his point, slapping the back of his hand against Jared's stomach!
"Yeah, right, of course. I knew what he meant." Jared returns, a fake gut punch to Terry!
Jay says, "Can we get back to the story? Like, you guys can play with yourselves later?"
Lifting one brow, Terry says, "I like the advice your brother gives!"
Nash went on to finish his story, wanting to do so many things, good at writing stories, watercolor art, calligraphy and teaching himself to play an instrument, he wasn't sure what his calling would be, "So that's why I don't really have a major, but it doesn't mean I can't do the things I want to."
As Nash finds out, Terry was right, Jay wanting to do a lot of things, but not finding a way to get into it, because a dude didn't hang around long enough to find out Jay was not a vegetable, not which guys would actually think such a thing. It was like a door opening, someone needing his expertise and if he made a friend, or more, along the way, it pleased Nash to think this way.
Having their barbecue, Jared and Terry opted for a walk around the neighborhood. There were so many great places, of which they stop at Micc's Italian Ice for dessert.
Michael Miccolas happened to be there, striking up a conversation with Jared. In his broken Italian-Russian English, the 38-year old opinions, "The talk goes around, you are buying up businesses on the island?"
"Unintentionally. Why? Are you thinking of selling?" Jared asks, eyeing Micc, up and down, like checking him out.
"Oh no. Me? I'm here for life!"
He was cute, not overly, but his crotch, like Micc was always packing, Jared overlooking that for now, "Well, good to hear, Micc. I'll have a banana, uh frozen, you know, dipped in chocolate?"
Micc smiled, knowing what Jared alluded to, "You want it, you got it!"
Micc wasn't gay, but a good sport!
It was Micc's favorite saying, which often, children and adults alike, made fun of him. In Jared's thinking, he would love to `have it' sometime!
Terry, he picked out a cherry cone, saying to Jared, "Don't get too filled up on that banana!"
"Never!" Jared tells him as they walk down the boulevard. "By the way, what day is it?"
"You, the businessman, don't know? You better get a secretary... it's Sunday. Why?" Terry replies.
It was much thrown at Jared, but foremost in his mind, he replies, "Oh, nothing. It's just that Sunday nights is one of Joseph's hot nights at The Spin Club. He's there faithfully every Sunday, unless he has a knitting class at church and because of it, certain clients make sure they are there as well. Tell ya, Joseph really has a racket going, with all those hot boys to choose from!"
"Knitting class?" Terry didn't really act too inquisitive, gets an idea, "Maybe we should go help Joseph with the leftovers?"
"I thought you weren't into the S&M scene?"
"I'm not, but what are we to do, Jared, in order to help Joseph out, with all those boys standing around, doing nothing?" Terry laments, with fake undertones, rather a nasally sneer, ending with a chuckle.
Almost down to the stick, Jared tosses the banana pop.
Too cold for Terry to chow down his cherry cone, he tosses it, saying so, "It's gonna freeze up my tonsils!"
"I know a way to defrost them!" Jared suggests, left hand a little too close to his crotch area.
Back at Jay's place, Nash allowed Terry's words to filter through, about filling the void in Jay's empty schedule, asking, "Y'know, if you don't take care of these little guys," he held one of the succulents in hand, "they are going to shrivel up?"
"Like my cock?!" Jay laughs.
Thinking it the only thing Jay thought about, `sex', Nash pretends not to hear, "Without the proper care, all the water in the plant is going to run dry."
Jay knew, either Nash was ignoring him, didn't hear, or shied away from his sexual undertones. Thinking `not interested', or maybe he was being out of place, "That's what I was thinking." It set his mind on other things, "I'm not even sure this is the correct lighting for them."
"The cactus, I think they would do all right outside. The succulents might do okay with the overhang of the bar area. What do you think?" Nash tries stimulating Jay, beyond the scope of cock and balls.
"I suppose... if you want to put them out there?"
"Me? You're the one with the," Nash almost said, `you've got two legs', changing it up, "wheels?"
Thinking of himself as not totally useless, now that Nash put it that way, Jay says, "Put it here."
Lifting one of the trays, Nash places it across the railings of Jay's chair. The other he took himself.
"What happens if it slips?" Jay asks.
"That's why I gave you the succulents. Grab the tray. They don't bite!"
Using one hand and his hip, Nash managed to help Jay roll, in the interim, "Y'know, you should get one of those motorized chairs?"
"I know. Jare ordered one. It was delivered to the house, but before I could use it, it went down."
"You mean, `Sandy' did it in?" Nash recalls the hurricane.
"No. After. Jare says the engineers said the hurricane weakened the foundation and it collapsed. We were real lucky not to be inside when it happened," Jay reports, nearing the bar.
"I'm kinda glad myself!" Nash walks around Jay, setting his tray on the bar. "I really could have left this near the house. I think it's the best place."
"What about these?"
He couldn't feel below, but when Nash reaches between his chest and the tray, Jay could sense the arm against his shoulder. Like, he was real sensitive there, most likely because of the void below, saying, "Felt awesome!"
"What did?" Nash knew the back of his hand touched Jay's bare bod.
"Your hand touching my chest," Jay says, volunteering, "like, a few inches to the right or left might've really set off a reaction?"
That's how it was before his accident. First it was Jake and him toying around, in their early teens, Jay finding out how sensitive his nips could be. Later on, when Jake got too tied up in working at his dad's gas station, Jared filled the void, which he happens to slip and say, "Jare, like his nips are so, so sensitive. I guess it runs in the family!"
Not unheard of, `brotherly love', in a gay sense, Nash says, "You and Jare have made love?"
Jay's mouth popped wide open, jaw dropped in exclamation without saying. Finally, like he unloaded the whole truth, but said nothing about their teenage affair, "You can't mention any of it to Jare. I mean, that you know?"
"Of course. It's none of my business what you and Jare have done. Though, it could make a nice bedtime story?" Nash smiles, tray in hands.
"Really?" Jay senses a real friendship developing here, "You're not going to run away on me?"
"Nah. I'm kind of liking it here," Nash is looking up at the overhang, "but I have a feeling these succulents aren't going to like being baked in the sun."
More stuck on the bedtime stories, Jay says, "Y'know, I think it's a great idea."
"What is?" Nash still surveys the roof edging.
"Well," Jay treads lightly, "because I can't get it on with you... Man, wouldn't it be cool to watch you shoot your load... and me, being the one making you do it?"
Mind on the succulents, Nash couldn't deny it possibly a good idea, but rather than build Jay up to a let down, "Y'know, at my place I would have the perfect place for these?"
"Let's go!"
Jay was all for it, a change of scenery, yet Nash had the good sense to remind him, if they didn't want to get arrested for indecency, they had better, at the least, cover up their loins!
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Meanwhile, back at The Spin Club, Jared and Terry had met their matches. As predicted, there were guys hanging out, hoping to score for the evening, in whichever way possible.
Jared was finding out some of Terry's history, that he wasn't a stranger to walking the back halls of a dark, semen-smelling environment, learning, "What was it like, you're first time?"
Standing there, the two taking their time eyeing up the fare for the night, Terry says, "I couldn't have been much younger than those two over there," he nods towards two guys who are standing with a third, apparently friends.
"Two?" Jared chuckles, "If my math is correct, I'm seeing triple!"
Like deciding on the trio, Terry says, "I have nothing against three being a crowd?"
"Hey, what's up?"
From behind, Jared and Terry do a turnaround, Jared leading, "Well, look what the cat dragged in!"
"Oh really? I thought I meant more to you than that!" Heath tells them.
Terry, watching Heath munch on a chocolate covered banana on a stick, "I see you like bananas, too?"
"Don't we all!" Heath replies, laughing off his own joke.
Knowing Heath left Jay's place with Adam and Scott, Jared asks, "You're not with your two boyfriends?"
Blatantly, Heath replies, "They are `not' my boyfriends," lightens up, "besides, I prefer my men a bit older?"
Terry says, "He means `us!'"
"I suspect so. Well," Jared poses the question, "how do you know we don't go for teenyboppers?"
Having an answer for everything, Heath says, "Teeny?" he grabs his crotch with his non-banana-held hand, "I hardly doubt that!"
"Like we don't know already?" Terry asks, smiling.
Right outside the door to HOODWINK'd, Heath invites himself along, "So, where are you `older' dudes headed tonight?"
"To the younger guys' hideout," Jared replies.
Looking inside the doorway, eyes piercing the shadow, Heath grabs Jared's arm, who in turn tags Terry's wrist, "C'mon. I know the dude on the door."
"I wonder how?" Terry questions.
Not too long on the island, working for his uncles' establishment, Heath has come to know others in the workforce. Walking right around the crowd, making Jared and Terry duck under railings, Heath stands right in front of the door greeter, "Hey, remember me?"
Cody could have kicked them out, the 23-year old strawberry blond muscle cub looking like he could pass for a grad student, instead smiles, "Vaguely."
Smiling, like he was looking right through Heath, how could Cody forget his meal at Piggies In The Blanket? Happens, when he went to wash up his hands, Heath was already in progress, waiting at the one-sink men's lounge. Cody's likeness, cast in the mirror, for Heath it was no secret he was being checked out from the rear.
Such a notion, Heath has it in mind, "It you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin', you better change your mind right now, dude!"
Denying it, Cody was confessing he thought about it, but changed up his feelings when Heath turns around. In plain view, it didn't take much, a swipe of the eyes down, then up, Cody smiling, "I guess we both know what you're thinking!"
In the mens room, back at `Piggie's, one thing had led to another, Heath locking the door, same time kissing Cody. Returning the foreplay-ish affection, Cody kissed back, hands going to work on releasing Heath's pent up emotions.
Bent over the sink, Cody got the ride of his life, which is what he dwell on at this moment.
Heath, like he was there, but someone else now, could sense deja vu, the tip of his cock piercing Cody's ring, but saying, "Okay if me and my friends slip in?"
Terry, he was a stranger to Cody, but the other hot looking dude, "Jared, how's it going?" he ushers them in.
"Not bad. Um, this is Terry and," Jared saved it for last, "I take it you already know Heath?"
"Possibly more than you?" Cody was fishing for info.
"I doubt that very much," Jared signifies in the company of Heath, with and without the threads.
"Shall we head on down to the penis..." Heath slaps himself across the jaw, "I mean pens?"
"Pens?" Jared asks, avoiding the `other' word, watching Heath disappear through the door which headed down to The Spin Club.
Terry, having been to HOODWINK'd, has been downstairs once, "Don't look at me!"
Looking across the way, into the main dance chamber of the establishment, Jared exclaims, "Oh, look... Jeffrey's back!"
"Jeffrey?" Terry asks, looking in the direction Jared views. A big hefty muscle guy, Terry is not turned off towards big muscle cubs, "Mm-mm!" he heads in the direction Jared is going. "Lead me on!"
Mostly, if a person spoke something, the blaring music toned down the words. Therefore, if a dude didn't have his lips up to the dude's ears, words would fall on deaf ears.
Therefore, in reality, Terry was talking to himself, but was feeling much more. Finally catching up to Jared, Terry leans in to his ears, yells, "Quick! I got to get to know this hunk!"
First name basis, in this noisy crowd was fine for now, Jared introducing Terry. Up on his cube, dancing some fancy moves, Jeffry could only nod. Yet, Jared sensed a casting eye in Terry's direction, which meant there was a spark of interest.
`What a tradeoff!' Jared thought, muscle cub Jeffry hopping down off his cube, some skinny dude taking his place, yet Jared left with the opinion, he'd do him!
"How about a drink?" Terry introduced himself.
Jared was not at all appalled by overhearing Jeffry tell, whom he considered his boyfriend now, Jeffry respond to Terry, "How about I take you downstairs and tie you up?"
Like he had been thinking, Terry knew what went on at The Spin Club, hearing it from an assortment of guys, but in particular, his new friend, Joseph Rocco, but Terry plays him out, "Tie me up?"
Jared, already friends with Jeffry, which was a result of an almost budding relationship with Jay, leans into Jeffry's ear, "Play along!"
Same time, while Jeffry gives a brief history of what all goes on downstairs, runs down the list of informal rules, how bottom-boy-wannabes find their way downstairs, in hopes of latching onto a hot top for the night, Jared works his way around, behind Terry. Right next to him, he runs into, Dilan MacMillan, who's stage name is, McMiln, "Diln?" Jared's eyes travel up and down the hairy-crusted chest, covered with myriads of leather strips, "What are you doing here?"
"Hey," Diln acts tougher than he is.
Jared smiles.
Letting up on the tough-guy act, Diln says, "I'm here on assignment," the actor tells, "playing a tough guy. How do you think I'm doing?"
"You sure fooled me!" Jared says, spotting the cuff case on Diln's belt, thin strips around the waist, leather pouch holding other wares of the trade.
"Great," Diln says proudly, "thanks."
"Hey, mind if I borrow those?"
Things progressed rather fast, Jared telling Diln he wanted to play a joke on his boyfriend.
In a total of seconds, Terry was wondering who cinched his wrists up in handcuffs, behind his back, "What the fuck is this?"
"You're mine now, boy!"
Torn between delivering a knee to the balls and totally in love with the harnessed stud, dark hair over his chest, a contrast to the pink, puffy nips, Terry turns to Jared, thinking it might be a put up, "Is he for real?"
Jared smiles, "You better behave yourself, that's all I can say?"
Jeffry, feeling left out, asks, "Does that make you mine for the night?" he pops the question to Jared.
"Does it?"
What was meant to turn out as a casual evening of drinks, Diln and Jeffry led their `boys' downstairs, Diln ready to sharpen his acting skills, Jeffry sharpening his fat pencil!
Before doing so, Jared takes a liking to Jeffry's replacement, but not even an introduction was in store, a `flannel shirt' butting into him, "Oh, I'm so, so sorry."
Turning around, not only a checkered green flannel shirt, but Jared was face to face with a bearded wonder. So taken by the woodsy look, Jared puts the blame on himself, "I guess I should look over my shoulder more often."
Being more mannerly than acting out, Diln waits.
A gay club, of course the man had to be `gay', unless a straight friend of a gay dude. Nevertheless, Jared feels okay with flirting, "Nice beard," backing down, "you have... there."
The corners of the beard, at opposite ends, lift, "Thanks." Hinting back at Jared, he knows, flannel shirt' says, "Oh, and about the accidentally' bumping into me," he pats Jared on the chest, "don't worry your pretty little head about it!"
For a moment, not even Jeffry, nor Jared's buds could tear them apart, Jared opening up, "Are you with someone?" he hoped not!
Small favors, happen... "Um, no. I came in for a drink... first time I've been in the place and was supposed to meet my friend, but don't see him here. Maybe he's not here yet." Eyes stay stuck on Jared, like he was the only one in the room, "I was looking around for him, when I got caught up in the dance," the older dude suddenly breaks into some dance move, reminiscent of the `80s.
Sounded logical to Jared, "Maybe you need someone to get your bearings straight," he felt stupid after saying it!
He wouldn't mind using Jared for a compass, but felt compelled to meet the person he was to meet here, "I'm looking for my friend, Joe."
Only Joe, Joey, or Joseph he knew, Jared hoped they share the same friendship, "Only one I know, is `Rocco'."
"That's him, if there aren't two of them?"
"The Joseph I know," Jared laughs, "nope, there's only one and I think I know where you can find him!"
For a moment, Jared's eyes glances over yet unnamed man's shoulder, and set on the tall, smooth, skinny dude who hopped nimbly up on the cube Jeffry vacated. Right now, the crowd, even almost the music was blocked, Jared returning his eyes to the `flannel shirt.'
Staring back at Jared, the dark hair fanned out over his pecs, the `flannel' dude says, "I suppose I'm a little out of place with the shirt on, huh?"
A swift tour with the eyes, Jared says, "Except for the bartender, wearing the bartender' scribbled on his chest, I would say you're the only guy wearing something'!"
For himself, he found Jared spoke the truth.
"If you're shy," Jared made him feel comfortable, "you can leave it on, or..." cocky, "I can help you get rid of it!"
They hadn't even introduced each other, the dude saying, "Maybe a little bit of both!"
"Ahem!" Diln had had enough of waiting in the wings, having surveyed the club from his immediate surroundings to the walls and back.
"Oh, right," Jared takes to bringing Diln into his quadrant, hand to the back of the lad's shoulder, "this my brother's actor-friend, the great, Diln McMiln."
It didn't ring a bell, but he looked awfully cute, "I think I've heard of you!"
"Really?" Diln steps closer, "Have we met?"
Now Jared becomes the actor, waiting offstage!
"I'm not sure," he remains skeptical, "I'm new here. I mean, not only to the club, but on the island." Flustered a little over what he views as impeccable beauty, "Brick. That's my first name," he finally introduces.
Even though he had a clue to what he was searching for, a name, Jared rolls his eyes, thinking how this impulsive meet up is suddenly going cold, yet hangs, for curiosity's sake.
"And the last?" Diln inquires, just to have something more to go on, pickup lines.
"Well, it's really Dr. Phillips!" Brick smiles, like he's embarrassed.
Both had had enough of the games, Jared finding out, realizes, "Oh my god! You're my brother's doctor!"
Dr. Phillips smiled, saying, "Well, unless you're brother happens to be of a canine breed, I hardly doubt that!"
"Oh," Jared felt sorry for Jay, but not himself, "I guess you're not then." Maybe that was good then, Jared thinking about how usually personal and professional doesn't work, when dating a guy. Then his mind took a step back, thinking about dating already, when he had Terry in his back pocket!
"I'd know that laugh anywhere," Brick, Dr. Phillips says, adding a chuckle of his own.
At the top of the stairs, Jared, Diln and Brick are cast back inside the bar area of the club, but Joseph's complaining to at least one very familiar face, "Would you fucking believe it?" he barges past.
"What wouldn't I fuckin' believe, Joseph?"
"The boy I'm with, asks for a drink of water, like he's got some pubic hair stuck in his throat!" Joseph reports back. Same time, his eyes are staring at flannel, "He with you?"
Right now, Diln and Brick follow Jared, in conversation behind his back, Jared on Joseph's tail, pushing through the crowd of sweat and slippery skin, to the bar, "Of course," Jared says, really confused, because he thought he came in with Terry, but realizes Heath coming into the picture then, faced with Diln having friended Brick, "Yes and no."
At the bar, patrons knowing Joseph, or pulling aside those who didn't, giving access to the bartender, Joseph leaves Denny, new bartender hired this summer, hanging.
Good natured, always wearing a smile, the 27-year old bartender, speaks up, in a joking kind of way, "Hey bud, you gonna order or what?"
Scott, who has been there for years and knows Joseph and his ways, cracks off a couple of chugs of laughter, after eavesdropping on Denny.
Disrupting his conversation with Jared, very suddenly, Joseph turns to the bartender and in a stern, but overly polite manner, says, "Am I to understand you're talkin' to me?" Joseph's thumb to his chest, almost hits dead center the little metal ring, holding all the leather straps together, across his hairiness.
Bailing him out, feeling sorry for Denny, since he could be so gullible, likes the man, places a hand on his colleague's shoulder, "Denny here is new, Joseph. He just doesn't know your ways yet!"
Denny sure didn't and mistaking Scott's bailout for something else, addresses Joseph, "Hmm, maybe we can get together for a few drinks," thoroughly joking, "and you can tell me how sorry you are for making me wait!"
He laughed, but Joseph wasn't!
Second coverup, it's Jared this time, because Scott wasn't the only one thinking the cub was cute, tags Joseph's arm, "Give cut him a break, will ya? You heard Scott. He's new around here."
Jared could see Joseph give Denny a death-stare, squinting his eyes, the same intentions as if downstairs in The Spin Club, trying to scare a newcomer.
"Hey," Denny says cheerfully, "you know you have the most beautiful hazel eyes?"
Like day and night, Joseph's disposition changes, "Me? Hazel? I thought they were brown. Quick! Give me a mirror!"
Jared had to laugh now, Joseph looking cross-eyed, like trying to view the color of his own eyes!
"Here you go!" Denny hands Joseph a compact.
"No," Joseph question the small, round object, hinged mirror, "tell me you don't wear makeup?"
"I don't," Denny says. "I found it earlier."
Scott is ready to `die', Denny digging himself deeper into an unmarked grave...
"I thought maybe it belonged to you, like you might recognize it?" Denny laughs.
Totally ridiculous, preposterous, which anyone could see, Joseph didn't even have signs of rouge or eye shadow, which now, he wasn't really mad, but it might be nice to have some time alone with `Denny', later. Closing the compact with an audible click, not even checking his hazel's out, Joseph smiles, "Y'know, it might be nice getting to know you later. Why don't you meet me downstairs when you get off?"
Scott kept it to himself and surely thought how naive and over trusting Denny was, accepting Joseph's invitation. Though, Scott, since Denny came on the scene at HOODWINK'd, made up his mind he liked the cute character his fellow bartender could be, decided right then and there, Denny's first night, he would play role model and since he thought Denny needed it, protector, decides he might hustle a little more to cleanup and show Denny to Joseph's private chamber!
Leaving the bar with a bottle of water, alcohol not permitted downstairs, Jared voices opinion, "I hope you're not going to be too rough on him, Joseph?"
Half-serious, more joking, Joseph says in his stern, roleplaying vocal interpretation of a `rough god', "The boy needs to learn his place!"
Tagging along, Diln, eager for information for his acting profession, asks, "Like, what do you have in store for him?"
Stopping in his trek, when one of the security guys opens the door, Joseph not needing to display his credentials, "Trust me, you don't want to know!"
"Yikes!" Diln squawks out loud.
It's Brick laughing this time, at Diln, saying, "What happened to all those valuable experiences, to make you a great actor?"
"Um, yeah, but like I don't want to die in the process!"
Like Jay, Jared thought on it, men slipping through his fingers just as fast as dudes walking in and out of his brothers' life. Though he was happy Diln and Brick show an interest in each other, which made him reflect on Heath and Terry's `disappearance.' However right now, the focus was on descending the stairs to The Spin Club.
"And where did he go?" Brick asks neither of the other two he is with, when Joseph is nowhere to be seen.
Jared sums it up, "There's no stopping Joseph when he gets a hardening of his main artery, if you know what I mean, doc?"
Diln thought it funny too, him and Jared laughing their asses off.
"Stop torturing me with stupid doctor jokes?" Brick had his own little laugh, making like he didn't think Jared funny.
Used to it, often being witness to what Joseph was up to, on any given night, Jared approaches the room normally held for The Spin Club's best draw of customers. Joseph could phone in and when the club knew he was on his way, if `his' room was occupied, the clients using it would be displaced. One night some master-dude was really ticked off, when laying a leather strap across a boy's back, getting more than the endorphins running. Though, management always worked with the client, roaming security helping to untie the boy from the x-frame, retying him in another room.
There always was the aspect from Joseph's point of view, expecting this to happen. After evicting a client, Morgan, who was a sort of wearer-of-all-hats, tidied up the room. He knew all the particulars, knowing where Joseph kept the lube and how many tubes were kept in the little draw underneath the racking table. On that particular night, Morgan gasped, finding either the tubes taken. It was one of the items not provided by the club, except to special customers, like Joseph. Depending on whom had occupied the room, Morgan took pleasure in which security guard to alert. In this case, he knew the client, a hard-nosed, rough top-master type, he took great pleasure in alerting Quentin, top security manager of `the theft'.
Understand it, Quentin, 39-years old, standing at 6'5" tall, just looks could intimidate. A club-goer faced with a man of his height and muscled exterior, wearing leather chaps and hat, hairy bod slicked down by self-applied oil, to give the appearance of being sweaty and sexy, it could be too much for some guys could take. Well, after Quentin got through with the rough top, the dude he was working over actually blew his load, watching Quentin doing some heavy interrogation work. Coming up with a fistful of lube tubes, the dude hanging out in the dungeon, literally, admitted he had never been fist-fucked and wondered if Quentin could spare him a few minutes... "if you've go the time?"
Funny, how strange situations lend to meeting up with guys, Quentin acquiring a boyfriend that night...
In the meantime, back at Joseph's private chamber, Brick feels at liberty to run his fingers across the shoulders of the tanned Asian lad's shoulder blades. Then, spotting a mark down his back, "Tsk-tsk," he clicks his tongue, "putting your mark on this boy, Joe?"
"Oh shit, Brick!" Joseph was so excited, ripped his cock out of the other boy in the room, Eric's mouth, running over to greet his friend again, "You scared the hell outta me!"
Jared had to laugh himself, hearing Eric's complaint, but at the same time, share the Asian dude's bod like a museum piece, feeling up the sweaty front, gliding hand from almost Adam's apple to where some contraption caged in his cock.
While Joseph greeted them, he did some catching up, since he hadn't been able to upstairs.
It was such an invitation, Eric stripped down, bent over, head and wrists placed in a stock, notices, "Oh lookee here, you're mouth is just the right height!"
Just the right height for Jared to move in on Joseph's action, taking over where he left off, "Oh ye-e-eah," he grunts, Eric opening his mouth wide.
Not realizing the whole truth of Joseph's conversing with Brick, Jared was really getting into moving his 8c in and out, it growing to full potential, only to have the hot flannel step in next to him, "I bet I'm twice as good as he is!"
Poor Eric, to be deprived twice, only to be left as spectator to Joseph playing with his toys. It made him cringe, Joseph affixing nip clamps to, as he found out, the dude calling himself `Sinbad', when his real name was Brad, hardly at all flinched. Almost like osmosis, Eric felt like those sharp teeth were biting at his own nips!
"I'm used to Joseph. Be as rough as you want," Brick says, staring eye to eye with Jared, as Jared removes the flannel shirt from Brick's shoulders.
Not accustom or wanting to be rough, Jared says, "And what if I don't?"
Squinting one eyebrow, the other stationery, Brick gets the feeling, "Or we can take this someplace else?"
Entirely engrossed in flannel, Jared had forgotten he came to HOODWINK'd with Terry on his arm. He always figured, sometimes three was not a crowd and perhaps since he lost Terry and Heath somewhere in the wall of people, they were having their own fun. In a way, he was wishing and hoping that be the case!
"Sure. Just what I was thinking!" Jared agrees.
Neither said much to Joseph. They didn't need to, Joseph's cock embedded in the half-standing Asian dude, bent over.
"Looks like Eric's got himself a young friend!" Jared says.
Brick, watching, felt moved, "Oh hell, that's my neighbor's boy."
"Boy?" Jared thinks, in the terms Joseph would.
Reading Jared right, Brick says, "No not like a fantasy' boy. Real boy', like in son? I met him yesterday when I moved in." A little more seductively, "He was mowing the lawn... shirtless!"
"He was shirtless now?" Jared says, very suggestive. When his thought doesn't immediately play out, "You're not going to introduce us?"
Smiling, because he was wanting Jared to himself, Brick says, "If I must!"
For a minute there, Jared thought Brick had gained the upper hand, him playing the part of the lowly servant, which he didn't mind at all. Now, with Brick's shirtless friend, forcing his cock in and out of Eric's mouth, he had other thoughts, "Yes, you must!"
Walking over there, the dude, so engrossed in the hot blowjob he was getting, stay connected, "Hey there," he greets Jared, after Brick introduces him. Known identity, Derek brushes the introductions aside, "Uh, I'm a little busy right now?"
"Sure," Jared could well understand, like it hadn't happened to him, the feel of a dude who could perform magic, massaging a thick piece of meat, until the scene went out of control, but taken in also by `Mr. Tall-dark-and handsome'.
With only one fascinating fact about neighborly boy, Derek, Jared says, "Looks like plowing all that grass comes in handy!"
Rolling his eyes at the flirt, Brick tells him, "I said Derek was mowing' the lawn, not plowing' it!"
"Mow, plow, what's the difference?" Jared says, still flirting, his eyes on Derek's shaft, `mowing' in and out of Eric's mouth.
It was fascinating to Jared, watching Derek get long, then short, long again with a pull out to the tip, then Eric's cheeks go puffy... which, coupled with his neck in the noose of the head-hole in the stocks, he sees an in, "I'm just curious..."
"Don't the fuck interrupt me when I'm busy!"
It left Jared with his jaw dropped, the audacity of a guy, putting him the same age range as his brother, speaking to him as such, "Well, excuse me," he acts more dramatic than hurtful.
Stepping into Jared's quadrant, Brick, arms behind his back, a pose he often felt comfortable with, so whatever breeze filled the environment, it would play across his hairy bod, "Hey," he more or less gives Jared middle of the road advice, "just think how you would feel, hard as granite and having the sides of your cock softly massaged?!"
Jared replies, "I see your point."
They both could, along with Joseph, whom always kept an open mind, Sinbad's mouth getting a workover, also paying mind to other things happening in the darkened chamber, like Derek's cock and Eric's chops!
"How could I not tell?" Brick looks down, intently to let Jared know, a hand keeping him hard.
Exchanging glances, Jared says, "I can see we share the same feeling?"
"Yeah, but one difference between you and me, it doesn't take a hand to keep me hard and wanting," the vet laughs!
`Nearing', Derek wails, "Daymn you are a good cocksucker!"
They didn't miss Derek's open expression, conducting himself in a way, when the final climax is met.
A medical doctor, even though he's treated any animal, from an antelope to a zebra, Brick is concerned by Derek lurched forward, holding a steady course, as a man could relate to, tip of the cock to back of the throat, a position which, held in captivity too long, could cause discoloration to the face. About to say something...
"Oh man was that hot!"
Maybe Derek had gotten his jollies, but poor Eric only had long, gooey strands hanging down from his cock!
Brick, who could be very outspoken, suggests, "Why not try the other end?"
"Who?" Jared thinks Brick was addressing himself.
"You?"
"Me?" Jared play innocent!
"You don't mind, if we..." Brick asks Derek, wiping his cock off on Eric's shaggy mane.
"He's not mine," Derek displays an uncaring attitude. "You have to ask the boss," stops to examine the slimy condition of his cock, turns to the two, "Either one of you interested in sucking me clean?" Because of the look on both guys' face, "No? No problem. I'll find another boy."
Jared was ready to question the youthful top man, about age, deciding on it didn't really matter. After the lawn mower hightails it out of there, he more sums up than inquires, "Uh, couldn't he have used a paper towel?"
"Think about it, Jared," Brick psych's him out, "what would stimulate you more, after you came the first time?"
"Oh," Jared replies, getting it. Looking towards the empty door frame, "I guess he's not done!"
"Contrary, if I don't see some action soon, I will be `done'!"
In the same boat, his wood whittling away from inaction, politely addresses his bud, "Hey, Joseph, mind if we..."
"Shut the fuck up. Can't you see I'm busy?" Joseph barks out with hardly a breath, as he goes about his business, Sinbad eating him up.
Way too hard to pass up the scene, Jared redeems himself, "Joseph's too busy. Fuck if we care. Plug his ass before I lose my erection!"
Brick was just starting to have fun, hoping Jared would take to falling on his knees, yet liked a challenge, "Is that so, Jared?"
Knocking Jared's hand off his own cock, "What tha?" is what Jared has to say about it, like `some nerve!'
Jared says, approaching the stock, "Good thing Eric's a paramedic, knows how to revive himself."
Hastily moved around to the `rear end', Brick says, "Yeah, I thought he was getting a little red-in-the-face!"
"His color seems to be returning," Jared takes note, though his attention has wandered down Eric's spine.
"Y'know," as much as Brick was enjoying the worded foreplay, the vet says, "we should think about getting a room?"
"Are you kidding? Sunday night at The Spin Club? Get a room? This is the only room we're going to find on, the day before the world goes back to work?"
True to Jared's word, even though HOODWINK'd began to empty out, guy's who worked the next day, didn't mind blowing off steam the night before. An atmosphere of torment, The Spin Club also provided relaxation. Thus, every room was going at full blast, including the room shared with Joseph.
Sweetly, with less authority, Brick says, "I didn't necessarily mean a room, `here?'"
"Oh-h-h-h," Jared's head nods with his voice, "you mean `that' kind of room?"
Second thought, Brick says, "Though I hate to leave a man in such a terrible state of not getting his rocks off?"
Getting in the swing of things, Jared, whom happened to be Eric's unofficial boss at Warrior One, "I feel kind of funny," he massaged his shaft in front of his off duty employee's face.
"About what?" Eric was so bent up on coming!
Joseph, even though on the verge of coming, pipes up, "One of you's silence that boy? I'm trying to concentrate!"
"Concentration?" Jared jokes. "It takes concentration to..." he looks back, Joseph bursting out in the sounds of a man shooting cream out of the pee hole.
True to Jared's thoughts, Joseph had pulled out just in time, dropping Sinbad's legs from his shoulders. Self-massaging, he unloads on the 25-year old's bod, starting with the majority of gummy fluid flooding the boy's wiry pubes. Quickly it exited and because Joseph had plenty of it, six or seven spurts, he wasn't counting, shot out, hitting midchest, right down the shaggy-haired abs, pooling in his hairy bellyhole and then, finishing up with what could be squeezed out, on the bed of cock hair.
The first shot would have hit the top of Sinbad's chest, only his own shaft had been standing at top mast, which is why now, Joseph's creme, which had run down the side of Sinbad's cock, lay covering his balls, like chocolate bon-bons.
"Take me the rest of the way," Sinbad forgets his manners, "I mean, please, sir..."
The trick was hot from the beginning, when Joseph spotted the tanned skin lad among all those white and African boys, in the new `pen', acquired by The Spin Club. Even though he was spent, Joseph's emotions were still on fire, though beyond the realm of punishing a boy for speaking out of turn, "I really shouldn't," he circled the base of Sinbad's cock.
Across the way, Brick, who has been teasing Eric, rubbing the tip of his condom-encased cock up and down Eric's chute, "Looks like Joseph isn't finished!"
Jared was having a tough time, Eric complaining, "I'm trying, but my jaw feels like it's busted somewhere?" he complains.
Not without compassion, Jared says, "Well use some of that physical therapy you use on the clients at Warrior One!"
"Right now I'm staying with Joe. He's kind of a slob, if you don't mind?" Brick hints, because things weren't going on plan for Jared.
"What? Oh? You do?" Jared recoils from his troubles, "I feel for you, bro," he could, knowing Joseph's ways. "Compared to where I'm staying, I guess you can say I live in a castle! Let's get dressed!"
Dressed meant going back upstairs, which they were met with the same two `gatekeepers', Khaled and Carter, peacekeepers who kept out the rift-raft from the true players. Though, Carter, whom looked like a prizefighter, bald head, tatt's on both arms, a swarm of bod hair, a tough looking character, had an eye for first time wannabes. Upon how the dude looked, he might turn the dude or dudes away, but give out his number, making up some cock and bull story about how it would be better trying out a private session!
Eric had pleaded, but got stopped at gate, Khaled saying he could not go upstairs with come slopped down his chest, cock dripping.
Sticking around, because it was a little erotic, Brick and Jared listen as Carter reprimands, "Either march right back to the showers or get someone to clean up that mess," his hand figuratively addresses Eric's messed up `front'.
Regardless, Khaled turns to the informal couple, "Don't forget to pick up your clothes," his eyes are on Jared!
Walking up the stairs, Brick laughs, "I guess he meant me, huh?"
"Shut up!" Jared very well knew Khaled was checking him out from cock to...
Turning in their little ticket stub, Marco, an Italian with a swimmer's build, manned the clothing desk, bringing out a little tub. Depending on how a dude arrived, clothed, the person at the desk assessed the dimensions of a tub. Jared was taken aback, by not the usual, how he looked in his birthday suit, but Marco, dropping his gruff vocal manner, "I hear you're hiring over at The Nook?"
Marco, Jared had seen him a few times, cube-dancer, bartender, once on the dungeon gates, took his clothes, admiring the generous tip, supposing it enough for them to connect on a personal scale, "Oh? Where might you have heard that?"
"Joey," Marco nods towards the secretive door, which took patrons downstairs, "he's always into other peoples' business?"
Jared kept it clean, "And why should I hire you, if I had a position open?"
Brick play with his keys, though he'd rather be playing with Jared, but was entertained by Marco, the swimmer's build, light hair fanning out over the chest, stomach swath, treasure trail running through, on down to the... counter, it startled him out his dreamworld, Brick clearing his brains, by shaking his head!
Having kept his shirt on, though parted, plus his jeans; Brick liked the backwoods look, which required only leaving his keys. Therefore, Jared, leaving shirt, pants, briefs and everything else, took him more time to put himself back together.
With needs of his own, Brick breaks off the vague resemblance of an interview, as he saw it, "Um, do you think we can pick up this conversation a little later?"
Mistaking the message for himself, Marco addresses Brick, "Sure. I get off in a half hour. Where do you want me to meet you guys?"
Informal as the interview was, Jared knew, the 23-year old in college, pursuing a degree in business, it was right up Marco's alley. Thinking along the word `alley', with Brick's intervention, his mind turned towards the here and now and coupled with inside information, Marco looking for lodgings on the island and not having to commute so often, "Presently I'm staying at Korbeau's..."
Raising his brows, Marco speaks his mind, "You've got to have big bucks in the bank to even step foot into that place!"
Patting Jared on the chest, literally since he had put his shirt on, but hadn't buttoned it up, Brick says, "Trust me when I say, Jared's got big bucks in the bank!"
"Oh, is that so?" Jared insinuates, staring Brick in the face!
"Don't worry. I've got a little stashed away, myself," he continues to pat down Jared, sliding his hand lower.
Finding out more about Marco, his integrity, "Well, I believe in finding my own way, if you know what I mean?"
"Trust me," the 31-year old vet says, "I know what you mean."
"You do?" Jared says, with provocation.
"Yeah, um," Brick doesn't feel like wasting any time right now, "but I'm sure there's a lot we don't know about each other."
Standing there, hands on the counter, Marco says, "Maybe it's not such a good idea, about me getting together with you guys tonight?"
Almost midnight, Jared knew the ferry ran later on the weekends, cons, "You're not going to make it back to the mainland tonight, unless you feel like a long swim?"
With that swimmer's build, no doubt Marco could do it!
Breaking up their little chat, they hear a wisecrack, "No offense, man, but you looked way better without the clothes on!"
It was that wiseguy, Derek, Jared turning the tables on him, "Oh really? Did you find another trick?"
"Yeah, matter of fact. Nice fit, too!"
Then, what was a hard-ass way of talking, the 20-year old college frat mellows out, "I'm Derek, uh sorry for the way I presented myself," he was quite eloquent, "but you know, that's the way guys liked to be played downstairs?"
Extending a hand, Jared could very well see the sincerity, "Jared," is all he renders, shaking hands.
Marco fills in some of the blanks, "Derek is new to the club, but already he's on the `most wanted' list."
"I take it, that's good?" Jared stays stationery.
Brick on the other hand, getting edgy, asks, "Oh? And where are you on that list, Marco?"
More brash than Derek, Marco says, "Only one way to find out... invite me over. I'm not tired, if you aren't?"
Happened, Derek and Marco worked the same shift, so Jared and Brick hung out for a half hour!
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Back at Jay's pad, he was sleeping, with Nash by his side, half fallen over onto Jay.
Adam and Scott had been out, but returned, unknown to Jay, nor Nash, toting a third, a guy named `John', they picked up at HOODWINK'd.
He was older, in his thirties, but what drew Adam and Scott's attention, was his muscled bod and massive manhood!
They had been drinking and were all a little woozy from the alcoholic affect, but what Adam and Scott hadn't been aware of, John sipped, while they had guzzled!
"Mm-mm, I can't wait to get inside you guys," John said, making it only to the living room.
Scott, more top than bottom, passes on the opportunity, "Oh, then you'll love Adam's tight ass!"
If John had his way, he would take Adam, but not pass up on Scott, who stood there stroking himself in the near dark, Adam on his knees, slurping up and down the sides of John's shaft.
Scott, in his half-drunken state thought it was hot, John grabbing Adam's head, impaling himself. His own pulsing cock told himself it was hot watching it happen.
"Oh yeah... fuck, boy!" John got dramatic, feeling Adam's throat close up around him.
"Um, I think he's turning a little purple," Scott half-joked, but banked on being serious, hand on his own pistol, thinking the forced blowjob too kinky to pass up.
How could Adam not look that way, both of John's hands on his head, forcing the stuck-open mouth onto himself, enveloping him up to his wiry pubes.
"That's enough, John!" Scott came to full realization of the situation, swiping one of John's hands away, the whole system collapsing.
Falling backwards, choking, like he was ready to expire, Adam held his own throat!
"That was a damn mistake!" John got crazy.
Good for Adam, on the floor, gasping for air, Scott not as lucky, feeling the brunt of John's big fist in his stomach, gut-punched and bent in half, belching, the air finding exit, bellowing out, "Oh shit!"
At first John overpowered Scott, face-planting him into the sofa, but then thought to work a few wrestling moves on him, grabbing his wrists, pulling them behind his back.
"I'll teach you to mess with me, you little shit!"
"Akk-k-k-no-no-let me the fuck go!" Scott pleads.
Adam, recovered enough to know what's going on, does a push up off the coffee table, leaping as he lifts himself off the floor, jumping on John's back, grabbing him around the neck. It was time for some `choking' payback, "Fuck you, bastard!"
Older, bigger and stronger, it didn't phase John to have a 19-year old lightweight holding him down. Teed off, he laughs as he stands, shakes Adam off, "No, fuck you!"
Scott, still a little groggy from the drinks and his sore stomach, tries getting to his feet, hearing Adam's cries and the sound of broken glass.
John had fought off Adam's hold on him, causing him to fall off his back, onto the glass coffee table.
With Scott still in plain sight, John returns his sights on the 24-year old, "Oh no you're not... you're not going anywhere until I plow that ass!"
A direct punch to the gut wasn't even half as bad as John's fist coming up between his legs! From there, Scott was totally in peril, feeling his briefs being ripped from his ass.
Little did he know, Adam lay there unconscious, in a pool of his own blood.
"I should let you lube this up," John says, spitting on his own hard shaft, the other hand on Scott's ass, figuring out where point of entry is going to be.
Last ditch effort, even though he's in pain, yet concerned of why Adam is not coming to his rescue a second time, Scott pleads, same time kicking his foot backwards, hoping to make a connection with something which will put John in misery.
He misses!
"Fuck this shit!" John says.
Rather than giving up, the 38-year old grabs a lamp, tearing the cord off, hogties Scott's ankles together. Face forced into the sofa, John jumps on board, spreading Scott's knees.
"Hey, what's going on here?"
It was enough to scare John off, but then he had another goal in mind, Nash standing there, "Nice! Fresh meat!"
Before John could get away, chasing Nash, Scott was able to grab hold of his ankle, attempting to stop him. It cost him a few swift kicks to the gut, which rendered him almost useless to the cause.
Nash, he ran back to the room, closing the door, grabbing a chair to place under the knob. Upon hearing Thor growl, he asks the dog, "I sure hope you're the `attack' kind!"
Later, they would find John wasn't drinking much, but was doing some nasty pills. It's most likely what gave him the super strength to kick in the door.
"Oh goody... 2 for the price of one!" John looked upon Nash, terrified, Jay lying on the bed, asleep.
To make it look good for Jay, not worrying about himself, Nash says, "Leave him alone, or I'll sic my dog on you!"
Terrified, Nash backed into the corner, as John approaches, possibly his cock and balls driving him on, which in a bad situation, it could be a guy's worst enemy!
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When Jared got back to Korbeau's, Michael profusely apologized, saying he was doing a good deed, but vacating Jared's room to make up for the rooms he could not provide to a local high school, having to separate the girls from the boys. Whether they `mixed', it was not his responsibility, though Michael beefed up on the security.
Jared went with it, not minding, as long as his belongings were in a safe place, "You did what you needed to do, Michael. Not a problem. Really, I've overstayed my stay."
Even though it was problem, 4 friends not having a place to have some fun, Marco says, "By the way, are you hiring, Michael?"
Michael looks at Marco, `like who's he?', asking, because he found the Italian more than mildly attractive, "What are you looking for?"
Marco's eyes, scanning Michael, told the whole story, yet he answered, pertaining to the question, "I have a varied work background. I'd fit in anywhere."
Well, didn't it occur to Michael, where Marco could `fit in'.
Brick, he was quite entertained, standing there, eavesdropping.
Derek, he stood off to the side, knowing Jared was without lodgings for the moment, "We'll both have to swim it," meaning the channel, "but my place is available?"
Not wanting to forgo the opportunity, plus Derek looking mighty hot in his leather harness, Jared says, "Not a problem. We can go to my brother's place. He's got plenty of room."
Of which, with all the boarders, there really wasn't, but Jared never minded taking the sofa.
Then to break up the two conversations, in rushes Joseph, "Hey! Jared!" he calls their attention.
"Done with your `Sinbad'?" Jared jokes. Then, right away, seeing Joseph not responding with cheer, "What's up?"
"Keep calm, but there's been an incident at your brother's place. We've got to go!"
"What tha fuck?" Jared turns white, thought of Marco's harness, and more, drained from him.
Jared almost bowled Joseph over, rushing past him. Michael, quite attached to Jay, in friendship at least, left Marco wondering if he had a job. Yet, they all rushed out of the lobby as if doing a 5k.
When they arrived at Jay's house, there were little `meter-maid-sized' vehicles, red lights breaking up the coal-dark night.
"Oh my god-oh my god!" Jared was yelling, hands on his head.
It set up the perfect arrangement, Joseph weaving him arms around, hugging him, which also kept Jared from running up the alleyway, "Jay, he's all right. Nothing has happened to him."
Somewhat relieved, it was like not taking Joseph's word on it, "I want to see him!"
Everyone was there, even some of the fire department officials, in lieu of other emergency vehicles, all scaled down by the layout of the island.
Twenty minutes ago, Joseph had picked up his keys at the desk, when his beeper went off. Calling it in, finding out the story from the local police the situation, he made Eric dress as they ran to Korbeau's, most likely place to find Jared, plus someone at HOODWINK'd had heard Jared say he was going there with his friends.
On the scene, Eric had gone on ahead of Joseph and despite nearly being fucked at both ends, bent over and bound in stocks, he was still up and running, alert to the situation. Fortunately for all, he took Carter's advice and showered.
Walking Jared down the alleyway, Joseph warns, "As I say, Jay is fine, but for the other three, even though there are no casualties, it gets pretty graphic. Just warning you."
"What tha fuck happened?" Jared still can't believe himself a victim of something gone terribly wrong, a crime scene in his mind, seeing the broken coffee table, shattered to bits, a puddle of red on the floor. If not Jay, he wondered, "Who..."
"Adam. He should be okay. Apparently his arm went through the table. Messed up his tattoo pretty bad."
Next, Jared finds Scott, sitting in Jay's wheelchair.
Putting a hand on his shoulder, Scott says a mere, "Owch."
"Oh, I'm sorry. What happened here?" Jared asks, yet uncomfortable he hadn't seen Jay's face yet. Though, if Joseph said his brother was okay, he was.
"I'm the one who should be apologizing," Scott says, then trying to keep his rib cage upright, winces.
The paramedics decided to take Scott out in the chair, which then freed up Jared, happening upon him in Jay's room, "Jay, what happened here? Are you all right?" he rushes to his brother's side, flat out on the bed.
Thor was at Joseph's side, at which time he cuts in, "If it wasn't for my training with Thor, the perpetrator might have gotten to Jay," his pride shines!
Though, it wasn't Joseph's pride which Jay was concerned about, "Even though Thor had the asshole by the ankle, he managed to beat up Nash. I think he was trying to rape him, but didn't. Thor, he's a hero."
In Jared's mind, what had happened here was still a mixed up mess, "I don't think I'm getting the story straight in my mind."
Kneeling on the floor, petting Thor behind the ear, Joseph says, "You'll get a full report from the police, but the gist of the situation, Scott and Adam, who were drunk, brought a guy home at the early hours of the morning. Ready for sex, it turned ugly when a fight broke out. >From Scott's recollection, Adam tried to save him, when the perpetrator put him through the coffee table, which not only gave him a bad laceration, but knocked him out. He's gonna wake up with a bad headache. Scott," Joseph continues in his stern, official voice, "was hogtied on the sofa, about to be raped, when Nash shows up, apparently having heard the table shatter. He chases Nash into the bedroom and," this is where Joseph starts idolizing, "my four-legged bud here tears the bitch to shreds."
It was a lot to take in, Jared asking, "And what of Nash?"
"He might have a broken nose. He did a faceplant into the closet door." Then, on a lighter note, "We're all hoping he didn't mess up that handsome face of his."
In tears, wiping them away, Jay says, "I couldn't do anything to protect him."
He had it in mind, to kill, but Jared knew Joseph would seek fair justice, "Where is this scumbag right now?"
"Jail, but with 3 witnesses to his crimes, which will be longer than my arm, he'll be moving up to the big house!" Joseph throws in a little lightheartedness.
However, Jay and Jared were still very much upset over this, Jay saying, "Is it okay if we leave here for a while?"
"Of course," Jared replies. With really no place to go, he says, "We're going to your place Joseph."
Derek, Brick and the others were not allowed into the house, not even down the alleyway, so gathered information from the police outside, as best as they could, regarding they were not family, nor entitled to vitals.
When Jared appears, Joseph piggybacking Jay, Louis comes by, "Oh, you can have the chair back." He shares, "Your friend, Scott, is that his name?"
"That's him," Jared replies.
"He's got a few busted ribs and..." Louis looks around, "a pair of tender balls!"
Of all of them, Joseph knew what that could mean, having busted a pair now and then at The Spin Club, "No fun if you're not meaning to."
"Really, Joey? Do you have to bring that stuff up now?" Jay busts his friend's chops.
"Sorry," Joseph admits, "I guess you know where my mind is."
"We do," Jared says, "um, can you help us to your place before it's morning?"
Monday morning, Jared was up bright and early, in Joseph's shower. Though, he wasn't heading to any of his businesses, of which he was glad to say at the breakfast table, "Good thing I'm not the only one running the world."
Jay distressfully says, "I'm sorry I can't be of help to you."
Last night - early morning, Michael headed back to his business, Marco tagging along.
Jay had carried on so, he worked himself up into a full blown anxiety attack, having to be given oral medication on site and taken to the hospital. Jared knew the scenario, this not being neither Jay's fault, nor his first hospital visit.
Sleeping arrangements were tight at Joseph's apartment. Originally Joseph had given up his bed to Jared, trying to con Derek into sleeping on the convertible sofa, but Jared complained of the dried semen smell. Jared thought the whole room needed airing out, taking the sofa.
Joseph, feeling a little hurt, cuddled up in his own bed, Thor sleeping on the other side of his queen-sized bed.
Too wound up yet for sleep, Jared slipped off the cushions of the sofa, his ass parked on the floorboards, "I don't know why, but I'm just not tired yet. What time is it?" he was concerned about work the next day, or next waking hour.
"Four in the morning," Derek says, sliding down next to Jared.
"In two hours I have to be up and getting ready for work, but fuck that," he's already a man with a plan, "that's why I have responsible people working for me!"
Looking down, Derek sees Jared's lonely hand on the floor, walks his fingertips on over, "Y'know, everyone's taken care of for the night and for certain you don't have to worry about Jay?"
"I know," Jared closed his eyes. Then popped open, "Are you kidding?" he says with surprise, "Every time Jay goes in the hospital I have to be worried!"
"I kind of know what you mean," Derek replies.
Wide awake, even if Jared relaxed his lids for a second, they would pop open. Now, with Derek's words leading, "Oh? How would that go?"
"When I was a kid my mom was always taking me to the emergency room. For years it was me and mom my dad used to take out his frustrations, until my football coach, in junior high took an interest. Really," Derek thought back on those football days, "it was either coach had an interest in her, or me!"
"Maybe he was thinking of using her to get to you?" Jared proposed.
"It crossed my mind, but no, it wasn't me he was after. My mom was real decent and he saw that in her. I mean, I don't think I was such a bad kid either," Derek spilled out his life.
"Based on what I saw tonight?" Jared began to relax, taken out of his present, troubled environment.
"My shrink says it's not a healthy thing."
"Oh, you go to a shrink?" Jared says, having been through a couple of them relates, "Jay, took a liking to Dr. Namboothiri, who happened to be a family medical doctor, with an interest in psychology."
Based on how Jared first perceived him, prying Eric's mouth wide open, "I'm really a nice guy, once you get to know me?"
Jared smiles, first time he can let his guard down tonight, losing the tenseness, feeling Derek's hand plop down on his, "I was thinking maybe I should?"
"What? Get to know me? Are you for real?"
"Why shouldn't I be?"
"I'm as old as Jay, you know?"
Jared on the rebound, "Oh, so you think a 27-year old is ready to be put out to pasture?"
"Sorry," Derek affectionately lays his head on Jared's shoulder, "I guess I'm putting you on the spot, replacing you for the father I never had. The way it sounds, Jay is a lucky brother."
"Well, I suppose being a dad is a lot less intimating, than if you thought of me as your grandfather!"
"Uh, like you're not too old to go bungi-jumping, are you?"
Adamantly, Jared says of it, "If Betty White can do it, so can I!"
"Oops," Derek says, holding onto Jared's left arm with both hands.
"What?" Jared looks down his shoulder.
"I think she chickened-out!"
"Well, I probably wouldn't do it anyhow. Maybe kite-sailing, yes. At least you have something to fall into!"
"Really? Um, like, after all this mess with Jay is cleared up, will you take me?"
"Sure," Jared wasn't sure, "as soon as you teach me how to do it!"
With satisfaction, Jay and the other guys staying at the house taken care of, the other, less important details to him right now abandoned, Jared surrendered to Derek's idea of opening the sofabed.
Two hours later, Joseph awoke to Thor sitting on his hairy chest, paws just missing his nips, which was good, because the dog could have set off a chain reaction, paws clawing at his bod, "What?!" he wakes up to the two brown eyes. "Oh," Joseph realizes, "you want to go out!"
`Out' was key, not which he thought Thor could be gay, but he knew Thor wouldn't be able to clean up after himself and if an accident were to occur, Joseph would be elected to do the dirty work.
Then, after lecturing Thor that there were guests in the house, giving pointers on `do not disturb', what does Thor do when the door opens, makes a mad dash for the sofabed!
"Joseph, you moron! I thought you had him trained!"
"I did... do," Joseph replies, holding the leash, "at least I thought I did."
One thing Joseph thought Thor played into his favor, half of both Jared and Derek were covered up, the lower extremities probably as naked as their chests. Offering his condolences for the two waking up, Joseph says, "I better get this mutt out, before...
"That's okay Joseph," Jared scoots up, "we know what for. You don't have to read us our rights over it!"
Leaving, with only pants, Derek says, "Have fun!"
Sliding back down in the bed, Derek pulls the sheet up, tenting them in, "Ready to go camping, gramps?"
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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee
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