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`For Sale By Owner: ReaDy FoR THe CiTy' 04 wriTten by Travis Chase McPhee
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Next morning, the buzz at the Nouguet-Dryfiss household breakfast table revolved around Chad Monteith's ten year old brother, Peter, coming to spend a week with them.
"Cool! You mean we're really going to have a little buddy to play with?" Michael says with total excitement, then shoveling a spoonful of Cap'n Crunch in his mouth.
Alex, crossing his hands in a T-shape, replies, "Time out Michael! Peter is coming here, fresh out of the hospital. He's going to need some rest and relaxation. He hasn't been home for several months."
"Which means," Kyle tacks on, "you need to take it easy and not keep Peter running around."
"No-problem! This is like so cool, because I'll have somebody to play video games with and.... oh, I guess watching some porn isn't a good idea?" Michael thinks wisely.
"Honey," Alex reaches across the table and tags Michael's hand, "porn isn't even good for you!"
"I'm eighteen! I'm old enough!" Michael protests, like the usual teen would when a parent suggests something not liked. Then resigning, "But I like cartoons too?"
In walks Scotty, his hair still wet from the shower, saying, "Sorry I can't do breakfast with you, but I've got to run." He kissed Michael on the top of the head, waving to the others, then turning back to the table to steal Michael's glass of OJ.
"Easy come, easy go!" Michael replies.
Alex gripes, "Too bad the ICS screwed up his paperwork."
"Just goes to show ya," Kyle too sympathizes, "computers can make mistakes like us lowly ones!"
Michael says, "I don't know remember the last time I made a mistake."
Finally showing their faces, in walks Carman, Milo and Cristiano.
Milo, catching what Michael said, replies, "Wait till I start tutoring you. You'll be making 'plenty' of mistakes?"
The two sit down at the rather long kitchen table, taking a bowl from the tray in the center and grabbing their box of cereal of choice. Carman and Cristiano offer their 'good morning' greetings and a conversation between them, Alex and Kyle ensues, Milo and Michael forming their own.
Alex tries to maintain an open ear as Michael asks, "We're not going to start today are we?"
"Depends on whether you're interested in becoming a matriculated student in the fall or not, plus I need to find out where you left off, so we don't cover anything you already know."
"Well, you might as well start at the beginning, because I wasn't an 'A' student. Not ever a 'B' or 'C'. Whatever test you're going to give me, I'll probably flunk out anyways!"
Drawing his attention away from the conversation stirred up by Cristiano on 'art', Alex says to Michael, "Honey, you've got to stop feeling like that and think positive about things." And using something which keyed Michael up this morning already, "You don't want Peter to think you're a dumb ass, do you?"
But already acting like he was down on his luck, "Peter is probably smarter than I am. Besides, what college will want a flunkie anyways?"
Grabbing Michael around the shoulder, giving him a shaking-hug, Milo replies, "Oh come on. Don't be that way. Believe me, colleges are looking for lots of money these days. You'll get in!" He didn't say anything about colleges also swaying from risky students who came from poor academic standings!
"Milo is right," Alex reinforced his statement, even though he knew applying to college and being excepted wasn't only about money, "you'll got to think positive."
"I guess," Michael started to come around. "But what do you like think I should major in?"
Rather than speculating, Milo says, "Why don't we wait until after I test your aptitude?"
Michael says with attitude, "What's my attitude got to do with it?"
"Ap... aptitude is what Milo said, Michael," Alex explains, and putting it into Michael's lingo, "how you measure up."
"Oh." Then thinking on it all of seven seconds, "So you think I got a good aptitude?"
Milo was sure Michael was meaning 'attitude', so replies sweetly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, "You've got great aptitude, but we've still got to test it."
Alex had always thought, from first meeting Milo, he was a nice guy. Now he was a witness to him exhibiting his sweet side. He's surprised Milo and Cristiano didn't hit it off, both measuring up to be sensitive guys. As he smiled, he looked back and forth, from Milo to Cristiano.
"What?" Kyle asks him.
"Huh?"
Kyle nods towards Milo, then Cristiano.
"Oh nothing," Alex replies.
"Liar!" Kyle accuses him.
Shrugging his shoulders, Alex says, "I just had a notion about those two," on the same page, talking about Milo and Cristiano.
Kyle, having been talking to Cristiano about art, Carman listening, directs to Milo, "Hey Milo, Cristiano is talking about going to MoMA today. Would it be a good opportunity for Michael to begin his art studies?"
"Cool!" Michael jumps in. "Can Peter come along with us?"
Milo replies, "If it's okay with Cristiano?"
"I haven't a problem with it."
"But Peter," Alex replies, "first of all he isn't even here and..."
And as he said it, the bell sounds, which signals the elevator jetting straight to the foyer of the condo.
"What'dya say?" Kyle replies to Alex, smiling.
"Cool! Is that Peter?" Michael says, jumping up from the breakfast table, tearing the napkin he had tucked in to his shirt collar under his chin, off and races towards the foyer.
Carman says as he too rises with the rest of them, "So, I hear you're getting a kid?"
Alex and Kyle fill him in, Cristiano and Milo. As they do a slow parade towards the foyer, Cristiano is talking up the museum trip with Milo.
"Hey, I'm Michael," Michael says, falling to his knees at the side of the wheelchair Peter sits in.
"Hi Michael! I'm Peter," Peter says and like a gentleman, offers his hand.
Remembering the correct etiquette, Michael shakes Peter's hand and says, "I'm real glad to meet ya!"
"What's that on your shirt?" Peter asks Michael, seemingly ignoring the rest of the world.
"I was eating Cap'n Crunch. It's milk."
"Can I have some?" Peter asks, looking up, into the eyes of his brother.
"Sure!" Michael replies, before Chad can get it out. "We've got plenty!"
In no time, Michael releases Chad from his handicapped duties, whisking Peter away to the kitchen, with the most minute of introductions.
Kyle reinforces what he's told Alex, but to the whole community, "Like I said, two kids in the family now?"
Chad, whom Carman has been checking out more than Michael's interaction with Peter, cordially says, "I want to thank you so much for doing this for me, especially on such short notice. You guys are a lifesaver."
"Hey! No problem," Carman answers for the homeowners. And taking Chad into his confidence, "So, where are you headed in Colorado?"
Leading Chad into the kitchen, Alex and Kyle pair off with Milo and Cristiano, the four walking off, Alex saying, "So, what do you think Carman is up to?"
Milo replies, "A trip to Colorado?"
They all laugh, but when they get to the kitchen, how right is Milo?
"Hey guys, since I don't have a job yet, I was thinkin' maybe Chad here would like some company on his trip. I was wondering if I can get a temporary loan off of ya?"
Alex points the finger at Milo, saying, "You've got to be a psychic?"
"Nah. The only claim to fame I have is gaydar!"
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"Hey you sleepydudes, time to get up and get rolling?"
Micah stretched awake first, his movements causing Byron to lift his eyelids.
Looking upon Ellio, doused from head to toe, drying his pits with a towel, Micah asks, as if he didn't know, "And what have you been up to this morning, Ellio?"
Skipping right over the question, Ellio replies, "I don't know what clout you have to check us in to this place, but I could learn to like it here."
Knowing, because when they arrived at Cayman Karlyle's estate late yesterday afternoon, Micah told him, Byron states, "Money talks?"
"You mean you're loaded?" Ellio asks, standing there with the towel around his neck, hanging over his pecs.
Byron jokes, "Your pubes are dripping water all over the rug, Ellio!"
Looking down upon himself, Ellio feels up his balls, saying, "Are they?" And his hand feeling only dampness, "They are not, you pervert!" He pulls the towel from his neck, rolls it up in a ball and pinions it across the room towards the two in the bed.
"So you like it here, Ellio?" Micah patronizes him.
"Oh man is that Tom Space a fuckin' hottie! Would you believe I wore a speedo out to the pool and he damn near it tore it off me? And the pool! Heated? This place is a fuckin' paradise!"
And if this wasn't enough, a dude appears at the door, 'touching' Ellio's back, saying, "Excuse me. Breakfast is being served out on the western veranda?"
Turning his head around, Ellio thinks, 'OMG!' and eyeing up the half-naked announcer. At first he turned his head, with a hand touching his skin, but now did a complete turnabout
Smiling back at Ellio, he asks with a broken Russian accent, "My name is Vlad and I've been instructed to provide you with all the essentials?"
"Your hand on me felt 'essentially good'?" Ellio replies. He could tell he was being checked out, but how different was he, his own eyes doing a bit of scanning?
"Mr Karlyle likes his guests to be on time. Uh, would you be needing a hand getting ready, by chance?"
"See you guys later," Ellio says to the two in bed.
"Easy come, easy go," Micah replies.
Byron says, "I thought the butler dude was sent to get 'us'?"
With inside information, Micah tells, "Vlad is Tom Space's personal assistant. Either one of two things could happen with Ellio."
"Nothing bad, I hope." And as Micah already knows, "Ellio and me are like brothers."
"I didn't mean to alarm you," Micah says, and with sweet intent, rubs Byron's cheek, giving him a little love-peck on the side of his face. "What I was alluding to is either has an interest in Ellio or... and I know this sounds cruel, but he's passing Ellio off to Vlad."
"I disagree. Passing Ellio off onto Vlad? Contrare... I think Vlad is like such a hottie!"
Backing his head away a little, Micah says, "Oh, I thought I was the only hottie in your life?"
Differing in opinion, Byron completely erases Vlad from his mind, flips over onto his lover and says, "Micah, how come you love me so?"
"Oh because you're smart, got a good sense of humor, you're a good sport to put up with me and I happen to like hotties too!"
Pressing his toes into the mattress, Byron's chest scrapes along Micah till he reaches his lips, bestowing a kiss on him, then rolling over twice, jumping out of bed and saying, "I'll race ya to the shower!"
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"Hey guys! Michael and me... we finished off the whole box of Cap'n Crunch and look!" Peter was holding up his shirt, showing off his skinny belly. "Now that I'm cured I can start getting fat!"
Chad tells, "The doctor says Peter can now expect to be putting on some weight, now the chemo is over and things are looking up for him."
"Michael says we can get ice cream when we go to the museum! Can I have ice cream Chaddie? Can I?" Peter begins pestering.
"Chaddie?" Carman questions, squinting one eyebrow, lifting the other, a smirk on his face.
"Kid's stuff," Chad says, then bending down to Peter's height, on one knee, he says, "You're getting to be a big boy now. Do you think we can knock-it-off with the 'Chaddie'?"
It then reminds Peter, "Can Michael come to my birthday party?"
"When's your birthday?" Kyle asks, as the gang surrounds Peter.
"I'm going to try my best to make it home in time," Chad says, but not sure if this will be the case.
Walking into his brother's arms, Peter hugs him and says, "My birthday is not going to be any good without you Chad."
Over his shoulder, Chad hugged Peter tightly, eyes closed, but opened them to inform the others, mouthing it, 'I've got to go'.
Michael steps up to the plate, "What happened? I go and lose my best friend?"
It was the 'magic voice', Peter breaking his hold on Chad, addressing his brother, "Michael and me are gonna be best friends, Chad!"
Frankly Chad hadn't a worry on his mind, convinced Peter was being left, not only in one pair loving arms, but several arms of care and responsibility. "I think that's great, Peter, only, not too much too fast, where the food is concerned?"
On the downside, Peter announces, "Chad says I've got to eat broccoli!"
"Ewe!" Michael says.
"Michael honey, you're not helping?" Alex condemns his reaction!
"Oops!" Michael says, hand over his mouth. "Maybe I could try it," he gulps, "again?"
Making ameds for Michael, Garrett lightens up the atmosphere, "Back on the farm, we all had to eat our broccoli. Hey, a coupla squirts of chocolate sauce on it, who would know?"
Monkey-see, monkey-do, as Michael sticks his finger down his throat, as Peter sees it, does it, but almost throws up for real.
"OMG!" Michael yells.
But Peter breaks out in laughter, saying, "Gotcha Michael!"
"You got more than Michael," Carman rebukes the act of humor. Then to Chad, "You didn't tell me your little bro is an actor!"
Walking over to Chad, Peter says, "I want to be one. Did you tell Car-man," he almost separates his name into two words, "tell him how I want to so bad be an actor."
Except for Michael and Peter, everyone knew, so this was a good lead in for Chad to announce, "There will be plenty of time for that, being Carman is taking a ride on the plane with me to Colorado."
"Oh," Peter says in a dejected manner, all sad and lonesome-like.
"I thought you would be happy for me, Peter?"
"You're not going to start liking Carman and stop liking me, are you?"
"Peter, I've just met Carman today. I hardly even know the guy. Like you have a lot of friends now, Carman and I are friends. Besides, we've been through this already. No matter whom I meet and choose to live with, you are always welcome to stay with me."
"Okay," Peter accepted it, again the two sharing a hug.
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When Scotty walked onto the grounds of the Culinary Institute in New Hyde Park, the first place he connected with, was a building which resembled a diner. Upon seeing a sign, telling of housing the security office, he figured this a good place to start.
Manned by two guards, one came outside to give him direction, "See the green courtyard?"
"I see it," he reported.
With his hand up, moving back and forth like giving traffic directions, he said, "You follow the path around Anton Plaza, to the right and the second large building will be the Hilton Library."
"I'll find it," Scotty replied.
So he began his journey of walking the campus, following directions as given and about halfway up the walk, to the right of the plaza, he discovered sounds of someone coming up from behind him. He made a quick glance back and found it probably was another student.
He was surprised, when the student caught up, he asks, "Do you happen to know where Hilton Library is?"
"I'm headed there myself," Scotty replies.
"Great! Thanks!"
With the guy picking up speed, so did Scotty. However, when they reached the library, the door was held for him. "Thanks."
"Least I can do," came the reply back, a quaint smile attached, which Scotty going first, didn't really see it.
Someone stationed at the front of the library, more or less answered the reason they were there, "Here for the royal screwup of the applications?"
Both answered yes, then being directed to the theater. Entering, they gave them names. Taking their original applications with them, Scotty is addressed, "Nice to meet you Scott. I'm Kevin Monahan. Excuse me for not introducing myself sooner."
"Good to meet you too," Scotty replies.
Since this wasn't an exam, but rather fortifying an application with two missing pages, a glitch in the system when they were printed up, Scotty and Kevin take up seats next to each other in the theater.
Scotty reads, "What's your favorite spice?"
"Cinnamon," Kevin replies.
"No, I meant, it's a question asked. I was just thinking out loud."
"Oh right," Kevin points to the identical inquiry on his paper, "but it's still cinnamon."
"Cool. Mine too," Scotty replies, writing it in. He then thinks forthright, "Describe a recipe which utilizes it?"
Kevin sits back, sets his pen down, crosses his arms in front of him, saying, "It would have to be this cheesecake I made for my partner."
"You're gay?" Scotty asks.
Kevin replies, "Uh yeah. You're not against gays are you?"
Saying it matter of factly, Scotty tells him, "If I was, I'd have to be against myself and most of my friends?"
Sitting up in his chair, Kevin says, "That's way cool. Then maybe we'll have a chance to get to know each other."
"Sure," Scotty replies, "I'm always up for another friend!"
They both complained, especially laying it on heavy with the person in charge of collecting the applications, saying this could had been an easy correction made by dropping the two extra pages in the mail.
As the two left the theater, Kevin says, "I guess we can't be too hard on the guy, since he 'did' have the most beautiful eyes!"
"You picked up on that too?" Scotty joked back.
"Say, would you be up for some lunch?"
"Sure," Scotty replies. "Do you know of a place around here?"
"How does 'my place' sound? I live up the road a bit. You can follow me in your car if you like?"
"I took the bus in from New York City. It's where I'm living at the moment," Scotty says.
"No problem," Kevin replies. "We'll take mine and then I can drive you back home when we've finished lunch."
"No way, Kevin. It's a two hour ride back to Manhattan." And while on the subject, "Which, I wasn't prepared for such a long trip. I figured maybe an hour tops. I should have done more research before applying for the New Hyde Park location. It's not exactly close."
"You could stay at the dorms or... stay with me?"
"I'm sure your partner would 'love' that!" Scotty says in a joking manner. In his mind he was dismissing it too, knowing he had Michael, back in the city.
As they reached the parking lot, Kevin comments, "David and I aren't together anymore."
"Oh?" When Kevin hesitates, "It's really none of my business."
"It didn't work out. We were in California at the time. I wanted to not only switch majors, but missed east coast-living. He wanted to stay in Frisco, so we mutually parted. Actually, we didn't get much of a start." And as he backs the car out of the lot, "What about you?"
Not that Scotty was evading the subject, but the streamlined make of the Mercedes they were riding in, piqued his interest, "Have you had this car for awhile?"
"When I came back from Cali, my folks made good on my high school graduation present. They didn't exactly approve of my leaving with David for California, especially since he was older."
"Oh?" Scotty replies. Not wanting to be too curious, he left it open-ended.
"David was forty-five and had two strikes against him from the beginning. His age and he was a business associate of my father. I met him at a company picnic. I know this sounds totally reckless, but at the picnic, we found ourselves alone, I sucked him off, David said I was the hottest cocksucker and we had founded a relationship." Kevin laughed.
"Did you love each other?"
As Kevin tore up some local road, he says, "I think in the beginning, but as time went on things got a little vague. I suppose I wanted things the traditional way, and David wanted it to be an open relationship. But I hadn't realized his intentions till we got to Frisco. I think that's when things began to deteriorate. It's true I missed being around home, but I think I used my being homesick as an excuse to end things."
"And what did David think about it. Did he try to talk you out of it?"
Kevin smiled, glancing at Scotty, then back at the road. "I think by the time I was feeling homesick, David had been sleeping with so many guys, he forgot I existed!"
"Sorry," Scotty replied. He was drawn away from Kevin's ill-fated romance, when they pulled into the entrance of an airport. "Are we making a stop?"
As Kevin pulls into a parking space, he says, "I don't feel like making the drive today. I phoned ahead." And seeing the perplexity surrounding Scotty, he says, "You'll see."
Following Kevin from the parking lot, into a small building, he was amazed at how everyone referred to Kevin as 'Mr. Monahan'. Too, when Kevin introduced him as 'Scott Broyles', everyone stood, shook hands and handed him the courtesy of addressing back as 'Mr. Boryles'. With hearing 'Mr. Monahan, your plane is waiting,' he follows Kevin out to the tarmac.
"Mohan, how are you?" Kevin addresses a pilot, holding the door open to the small plane.
"Good," he replies.
Kevin laughs, Mohan eyeing Scotty up and down, Mohan saying as Scotty follows Kevin into the plane, "You got yourself a nice cub, no?"
"Mohan, you're an asshole," Kevin says to the Indian. Then to Scotty, "Don't mind Mohan. He's always flirting with guys I bring on the plane!"
Scotty laughed, but too he wondered how many boys Kevin 'has' brought on the plane? He too wondered how safe it was, taking off on a plane to someplace he hadn't an inkling to where he was going and secondly, nobody else knew either. As they took off, he had no choice but to go with it.
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
`For Sale By Owner: ReaDy FoR THe CiTy' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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