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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 06 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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That night, whatever was kindled in the bedroom or the Tv room was still intact the next morning, along with the spoils on the stove.
Waking first, Jeffry couldn't believe he had dozed off, not to raise his lids until the early morning began coming in through the vertical blinds. Rubbing his eyes, he spoke for both of them, "I can't believe we slept the whole night," upon which it woke up mighty Thor.
"Hey, there, pup," Jeffry, since Thor was a puppy, has referred to the adult dog, reaching over Jay's shoulder, petted him, "sleep well?" and looking over the hood of Jay's forehead, "Looks like he did!"
Jeffry smiled, not at Thor, but Jay, lying there, like a sleeping beauty, making his own judgement call, "I suppose that's how Zac," the `Efron', Zac, "looks when he's sleeping!" Bending over, he removes the curse on the sleeping boy, "Oh, you're awake!"
"Yeah," Jay says, looking not at Jeffry, but trying to look towards his feet, "mornin' boy!"
"So much for the one who broke the evil witch's curse!"
"What?" it stirs Jay's thoughts.
"Never mind. It would make a good bedtime story. Mind moving your head?"
"I can't," Jay replies, "remember?"
Jeffry gently picks up the head lying between his thighs and removes himself.
Sleeping when the pubes were placed under his head, Jay says, "You were there, like that, all night?"
"Same as you!" Jeffry replies.
"Really?" Jay uses his arm to take the blanket placed over him, lifts it and looks inside, saying, "Too dark in there."
Sensing it possibly, animals able to do things like that, Thor hops off the sofa with a bark!
"Oh yeah," Jay can see clearer now, "nothing on. That's how I like it!"
Jeffry noticed something, but not wanting to get Jay's hopes up, in case it was a fluke and not knowing much about people with crippling disabilities, figures he would run it by Jared first, it seeming like Jay, without thinking about it, picked his head up all on his own, even though not fully extending the chin to chest. Instead, he derailed his own thoughts, "What's it going to be first, mensroom or kitchen?"
Another revelation, Jeffry watches as Jay stretches his arms out, not a great feat, but shifts his head to looking upwards, "How about letting me doze off for 5 minutes?"
"What?" Jeffry says, half-excited about his own diagnosis, "and turn you into a lazy bum?"
Rather than drag Jay around the house, piggyback style or poking him in the ass, Jeffry ran to get the wheelchair.
"I hate this," Jay says.
"I know you do, but once the workmen take the ruts out of the floor, it will be a little more bearable," Jeffry replies.
"Well, I have to admit it's not that bad with someone helping me?" he looks up and cracks a little smile. "Thanks for helping me, Jeffry. I don't know what I'm going to do while you're working."
Contrary, since Jared preferred to not rely on him last night, Jeffry says, "Joseph is unemployed now. I'm sure he can lend a hand?"
Comically, but seriously thinking, Jay says to himself, `Why did he have to bring Joseph into this?!'
Passing through the kitchen, Jeffry says, "Smells funky in here!"
Looking up at Jeffry, draining away some liquid of `stalks', rather than individual strands of spaghetti, Jay says, "I knew we should have stayed with the BLT's?"
Dropping it into the pot, Jeffry says, "How about we get ourselves ready and the breakfast treat's on me?"
Neither had dressed since yesterday's bath, Jay looking Jeffry over, "I always had this fantasy about mixing food and sex?"
Meant as a hidden secret between the brothers, Jeffry pries, "Oh? And have you had the change to try out any of your fantasies?"
"Maybe," Jay replies, smiling, then, "Okay, yeah, Jare and me, we had a little too many cans of beer and tried some stuff."
"Oh?" Jeffry drove Jay on, wheeling him out of the kitchen.
"It started with shots out of our navels and then other stimulating parts of the bod!" Jay laughs.
"Sounds nice. We'll have to try it sometime!"
Then, it dawns on Jay, placing himself in his own future, incites, "Really? You mean this isn't the last time I'll be seeing you?"
"Told you," Jeffry stops in the hall, pointing fingers asking for direction.
"Turn right and get ready for the speed bumps!"
"Like I was trying to say, Arrow is the one eventually going back to..."
"Hold it a second, Jeffry!"
How could Jeffry not put the brakes on, Jay grabbing onto the molding of the door to Jared's room?
"What's up?"
"Nothing, except just want to check to see if Jare made it home last night?"
Opening the door slowly, in case they happened on a wild sex scene, even though things seemed subdued, Jeffry is the first to react, "I'd know that breathing anywhere!"
So would Jay, rather know the breathing was not Jared's, having slept with him frequently in the years of their bromance, "Not Jare's, I assure you!"
"I guess we both know, don't we?"
Leaving it at that, Jeffry rolled on, taking Jay down to the corridor to his own room.
"Damn, you weren't kidding, were you?" Jeffry says of the carpenters lack of finishing up the flooring in the hallway.
"That's just an example of what Jare and me have to put up with," Jay explains.
The only room left untouched by the remodeling work, Jeffry says of it, "Hey, nice room you have here," he taps a WWII fighter plane suspended from the ceiling, sending it flying!
"Thanks. I think I put it together when I was 14. That's before I discovered `Ken'!"
"Really?" Jeffry exclaims.
"On the computer that is and a whole bunch of other `hot men' sites!"
"Oh really? Like have you any favorites?"
"No, except maybe for reading stories, I'd have to say Nifty."
"Mine too," Jeffry says. "Have you read any authoritarian stories?"
"Sure, but not really into it much. I like high school or college stories, although I kind of got hooked on this one authoritarian story, by this McPhee dude. Oh man, what a sick mind!" Jay laughs.
"Well, you know," Jeffry interjects, "many of the stories you read at Nifty are solely for purposes of entertainment, to get you jacked off?"
"No, dah, but I also think, how can a writer write, without experiencing it?"
"Could be. Some things would be tough to write every detail, without the person doing it, or witnessing at least. Hey, maybe you should write about you and Jared!"
"You're joking? If Jare ever found out..."
"He wouldn't. I mean, like how does it go, um, `Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature?'" Jeffry quotes from an author he's read, one of his favorites. "All you have to do is change the names and then write it as its happened!"
"Yeah, okay Jeffry. Maybe in the hereafter!"
"Talking to you is like talking to the wall! What do you want to wear?"
Smiling, Jay says, "You!"
"Sorry," Jeffry floats his hand down his pecs and stomach, "This fur comes attached!"
"It's so awesome! Do you think there's a chance I'll still fill out," Jay feels up his bared bare chest with one hand.
"Who can say? Some of us are late bloomers and some of us, whatever we are by now, we live with it!"
"Wow, that's deep Jeffry. What's the weather like outside?"
Jeffry replies, "I'll let you know when we get there."
"Um, like, it would be nice to know, so I know what to wear?" Jay replies.
Jeffry stood there, "Oh right."
"Um, want to go look?"
"Sure. Be right back."
However, Jeffry didn't come `right', right back, getting snagged by Arrow, holding the spaghetti above the pot, like he had done minutes ago.
Meanwhile, Jay busied himself, whistling a tune, picking out at least briefs and socks.
When Jeffry did return, which was not too long, first words out of his mouth "Wow," spoken unexcited, in a drone, "you would not believe," he helps himself to sitting down on Jay's bed.
"What's wrong?" Jay asks, rolling around till he's facing Jeffry.
"Arrow, his mother's failing health and it being only a matter of time, he's leaving for the airport this morning."
"That sucks!" Jay says.
"Tell me about it."
A little scared that his new found friend, a guy he thought was really cool and not for the fact that most of his bod was covered in brown hair, Jay asks, "Um, like did she mean a lot to you too?"
"You're joking? Then again, how would you know if you didn't know her?" Jeffry says.
Sensing something, Jay guesses, "You didn't get a long with her?"
"Well yeah, but I'm not the only one. From the impression I got, she could care less if Arrow went to... Let's just say they didn't get along well at all!"
"Then why would he want to drop everything and run home?" Jay questions him, wanting to get to the bottom of the mystery.
"Money. Arrow has a brother. Whomever is not present at the mother's side at time of death, doesn't stand to inherit her estate and trust me, there's a lot involved!" Jeffry's face shows it, with astonishment.
"Well, I guess, if that's what's important to you... I mean, to Arrow."
Jeffry does clear up things, "I don't think the resentment falls solely on Arrow. I think it all started when he came out to her and at the time his father."
"That's something Jare and me talked about. Neither of our parents knew we were gay, unless they guessed it on their own?"
"Hey," Jeffry draws up the correlation, "no one knew Matt Bomer was gay, until he publicly claimed it!"
"Do you really think Jare looks like Matt?"
"Could double him in a movie, like this smooth chest," Jeffry feels up Jay with the back of his hand, "could be Zac Efron's chest?"
Jay disagrees, "I think Zac's hairy."
"Oh. Is he?"
"You just used that as an excuse to touch me!" Jay smiles at his accusation.
Leaning forward, placing his arm around Jay and the wheelchair, like morphed together as one, Jeffry says, "I don't need an excuse to that, do I?"
`Oh man!' Jay was thinking, the best of both worlds, getting kissed and feeling all that fur on his pecs!
Backing off, Jeffry says, "It's going to be a beautiful, warm day outside."
Smiling a toothy grin, Jay says, "I know!"
As things turned out, they had breakfast in Jay's kitchen, finding out that Joseph could pull together a fantastic meal of eggs and leftovers, not of which the spaghetti was included.
Sitting down at the breakfast table, taken to the back deck, Jay exclaims, "Hey, where's Thor?"
"Probably watching Tv," Jeffry says, getting up to go find him.
While gone, Arrow observes, "Jeffry's boxer briefs look a little tight."
"Mine," Jay raises a hand. "So is the shirt, but I have a few oversized ones." However, quickly he changes subjects, "Sorry to hear about your sick mom."
"Yeah, thanks mate," Arrow says, showing little remorse.
From derived experience, Jay says, "At least you knew when it was going to happen. With Jare and me, we hadn't a clue. Worst case scenario was being at school and called to the principal's office." Pouring out his story, rarely told to anyone, Jay says, "Seeing the principal, assistant, and the nurse standing there, I knew something was wrong. Then, Jake bursting in, starting the whole ball rolling, telling me he was so, so sorry, hugging me, I knew there was something really, really wrong," Jay throws his fork on the plate.
"Thor's watching Tv. What's wrong?" Jeffry asks, seeing Jay's head bowed, like he was napping.
Joseph tells him, "I was there the day the news came of his parents' untimely passing. It was a sad day for all of us."
Between then and now, Jay has shed a lot of tears, for his parents and for himself, waking up in the hospital and the loss over mobility. Crying had become a natural response for him, so a few sniffles was nothing compared to an all out effort for release.
From there, Joseph went on to tell how he was at the Spin Club when he got the news and rushed right over to the high school, until Jared could arrive home from college.
Things don't happen without a reason and by the end of Joseph's story, Arrow had to excuse himself, to get ready for his flight.
Same time, Joseph's cell phone started to ring. He took it in the house.
Jeffry says, "Well, here we are, the two of us... in paradise!" he looks out over the ocean.
"Yeah, and I think I just saw Adam and Steve run by!"
"Oh wow," Jeffry sits up in his chair, "you get bikini-clad men running by here often?"
"It's supposed to be a private beach, but we don't get much traffic by here, so Jare doesn't make an issue of it. When my dad was alive, he was on the phone to the town police every other day," Jay says.
"Any nice policemen on the force?"
Giggling, Jay says, "You'll have to ask Jare that one!"
"Remind me," Jeffry says. "So, what do you want to do today?"
Right after asking it, Jay looks down, saying, "Well, where have you been sleepyhead?!"
"You wouldn't happen to have any dog food, would you?" Jeffry asks Jay.
"We don't have a dog, though the way Jare eats sometimes..."
"That's okay. Thor will eat about anything!"
"Hey, where are you going with my eggs?" Jay protests his plate being removed from in font of him.
Smiling, Jeffry places it on the deck, "It's for a worthy cause!"
"I'm glad Joey is a good cook."
"Someone mention my name?" Joseph appears, in what he has been hanging out in, a pair of Jared's boxer briefs, borrowed!
Jay says, "Thor likes your eggs."
Joseph, treating Thor like a person, "Thanks, Thor!"
"One good or bad things about dogs," Jeffry says, "they don't talk back!"
Though, Thor did bark thrice, like he was saying, `you're welcome!'
"I forgot," Jeffry says, "Thor isn't your ordinary dog!"
With Joseph silent, Jay asks, "Cat got your tongue, Joey?"
"What do you want to hear first, the good news or the bad news?"
"Oh," Jay exclaims, like he and Jared's done in the past, "can we tickle-torture it out of you?"
"No," Joseph isn't filled with the glee which would fill an event, "this is serious business. The bust at the Spin Club, I've got to go into hiding. They don't know where they are going to send me yet, but the task squad says they need to `hide me', like so no one can find me, like I've been erased from the face of the earth!"
"Oh-h-h," Jay feels melancholy, saddened, "does that mean I'll see you again?"
Joseph lies, for at least now, "Sure, we'll be seeing each other again. It's just one of those little formalities."
Suddenly, Arrow appears, saying, "I heard the whole thing."
"You did?" Joseph looks up at Arrow, with question.
"When your cell went dead and you were called on the house phone, I picked up," Arrow says, sitting and eating some cold, crunchy toast. Halfway through, he took it and held near his chair leg.
They heard inhuman crunching!
"Oh, you did, did you?" Joseph says.
"Yep and the way I see it, if you buddies down at the station don't know where you are, it seals things even more for you, that's why I'm taking you back with me!" Arrow let it sit with Joseph.
"What?"
"Sure," Arrow says, "right after I hung up I called the airlines and booked a flight. Hope you don't mind sharing a seat next to me, mate?"
He wasn't at all remorseful about it, Arrow smiling, teeth a brilliant white, glistening with happiness.
Joseph responds, "I suppose I've been through worse things!"
"I think it's a cool idea," Jay says, "and then Jay and me can come visit you!"
"No," Arrow loses the smile, "you can't do that, at least for awhile. Just remember, you will be breaking the trail for anyone who is after Joe and anyone connected to him needs to follow the same."
"Bummer!" Jay crossed his arms in front of himself, like in protest, face looking pouty.
Putting his arm over Jay's shoulder, Jeffry says, "It's for the best. And," he looks at Arrow, "Arrow will let us know when it's safe to visit."
"I guess," Jay replies. Then, like he's giving the orders, "You just better not make it too long, Arrow!"
"Aye-aye, sir!" Arrow salutes Jay.
"Only problem is, I can't go back to my apartment, which means I'm starting out fresh," Joseph says.
"How's that go?" Jeffry asks.
"Well, I was supposed to pick up a passport and other papers at the station, but..." he looks to Arrow.
"You aren't going to be needing all that," Arrow replies, "I got some friends in high places. You just stick with me!"
"He's right," Jeffry says, gloating, "Arrow has a lot of pull back home."
"Back home, right," Joseph contradicts, "but what about before we get there?"
Speaking of it, the door bell rings.
Rising up, Arrow says, "Our plan is about to come together!"
Whatever the plan was, no one could be more whacked out of his gourd than Joseph. Appearing on the back porch once again, Arrow was carrying a big cardboard box. Setting it down on the deck, he tipped it over, asking, "Recognize any of this stuff, Joe?"
Tumbling out of his chair, Joseph knelt before the stuff pouring out of the box, "Jesus, Joseph & Mary! This is my high school graduation picture!" Picking up another framed photo, "And this is the picture taken of me when I was 6-years old! How did you get these?"
Casually, Arrow says, "Had some blokes knock over your apartment, though I think the lock's broke?"
"Fuck the lock!" Joseph replies, picking up momentos of things past, bringing him up to the future, the nice little paper awarded to him at last year's `Bear Warrior' event, "This is like so awesome! Thanks, Art!"
"Art?" Jay questions.
Jeffry was the one to fill him in, knowing, "Yeah, if you've slept with Arrow, you get the right to call him Art, short for..."
"That's enough history, Jeffry?" Arrow cautions him.
"Right," Jeffry says, "like calling Joseph `Joey' and how he doesn't like it?"
Others, he might get mad, but within the small group he's with, Joseph says, "Don't worry about it. It's kind of growing on me!" As was `Joe'!
"When are you leaving?" Jay pops the question, one in which Joseph also wanted to know, was about to ask himself.
"You better say your goodbyes now."
Jay says, "If Jared doesn't get to see you before you go, Joey, he's gonna be pissed."
Arrow said he'd wait, with condition, "Well, you better tell your brother to get his ass home!"
It was a short reunion, Jared filling up with emotion, saying goodbye to one his best friends.
Having stole some of Joseph's sentimental possessions, he wasn't able to pack anything else. As a result, Jared and Joseph went to his room, picking out clothing, shopping the dressers and closet for apparel Joseph might like to have.
"You're the best, Jared!" Joseph tells him, grabbing him up in his arms and hugging him.
It led to some kissing, but Arrow had to break it up, "There'll be plenty of time for that later, mate!"
Jared could have said something, but didn't. He sensed Arrow an honorable man and the fact he was doing all this for Joseph, it was plain to see he wasn't doing it for nothing!
Arriving back at the house, Jay wondered what was up, Jared in the lead, Jake behind him.
Jake tells them, "Yeah, as soon as we hit the club, Blue took off, but I don't blame him. I might be a good surfer, but I don't think I will ever want to achieve the fame involved."
Whimsically, Jay says, "How about opening a surf school? I could be your manager!"
Smiling, Jake asks, "Does that mean you're footing the bill to get it up and running?"
"Sure. What else do I have to spend it on?" Jay replies.
Jeffry jokes, "How about dog food?"
It's one thing Jay hadn't thought about, which ghostly words return, the warning from Jared, about getting too attached, "Oh my god!" he thinks of the horror, Thor boarding the plane with Arrow and Joseph, which incites him to call out, "Thor! Where are you boy?"
Running in, Thor, with some egg on his face, jumps up on Jay's lap with his front paws, immediately licking Jay's lips!
"Ick!" Jay says, but forgets it, in lieu of the impending heartbreak, "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h, Thor, why do you have to leave me," he whines.
"He ain't!" Arrow exclaims.
Then the tables got turned, Arrow calling Thor over to him, hugging him, lecturing Thor on how not to miss him so bad, that Thor is going to have a new master to listen to and obey, "So get over there," Arrow commands the dog.
He was distraught over Thor leaving, but equally, Jay was saddened over Arrow having to give him up. He really had no inclination over how Thor felt, except he knew the dog admired him, "Are you sure, Arrow? Won't he miss you something fiercely?"
"He will, for a while, until, like me, Thor learns to love someone who cares as much for him!"
Then, without further ado, Joseph was a person of the past for Jay and Jared, Jake missing him too, even though he only saw Joseph on occasion, either with Jay or at the Spin Club.
Watching from the front screen door, the two walking away, because only Jared had a permit for his truck, to cart Jay around, Jared says, like a death in the family, "I can't believe he's gone."
Making a decision, Jay says, "First chance we get, Jare, we're taking a trip to Australia!"
However, Jeffry cautions, "Remember what Arrow said, not until you hear from him!"
Closing the door and turning around, there was Jake, announcing, "Hey! Let's have an orgy!"
Jared and Jay told Jake to shut up, which he did, walking towards the kitchen to look for something to munch on.
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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee
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