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`For Sale By Owner: ReaDy FoR THe CiTy' 05 wriTten by Travis Chase McPhee
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"Is this good, Alex?"
With Michael and Garrett out on the town, Kyle going along with them, Alex played 'dad' for Peter. Of the material he asked him to cut up, he says, "Hey, y'know you're pretty good at cutting straight lines?"
"You think so Alex?" And then with his excitement, Peter declares, "Maybe I can be a clothes maker too!"
Alex smiled. Since Peter had come into their household, everything the other guys were pursuing, Peter had decided to follow their traits. First he wanted to be a cook, then a musician, after they talked about Carlos, and now he wished to pursue a career in fashion! But Alex knew there was more to studying fashion or even playing an instrument, than wanting to do it. "Do you know what 'create' means, Peter?"
"Yup. You think up something that nobody else thinks up," the ten year old replies.
"So you have to do the same thing, when thinking about putting together clothing."
Maybe Alex talked himself into the risky subject, one in which he probably should have rearranged in a different perspective.
"You mean inventing something like you did, Alex? How did you think up making it so a guy has extra room for him to fit in his underwear?"
"It was a mistake," Alex replied. And being an easy way out, "I accidentally overcalculated the amount of material I would need near the fly and being in a hurry, sewed it up so there would be a little, as Michael put it, 'bootie', and it seems I've invented something new, which guys like."
Perhaps with a bit o'the devil in him, Peter asks, "Can I see you wearing one?"
"I'm wearing one now," Alex replies, thinking it would quench Peter's interest.
Towering over Peter, he says, "But I'm not like Superman, Alex!"
'Wiseguy!' Alex thought. It was a precarious moment and Alex thought it inappropriate to unveil his clothed crotch, so says, "How about I let you try on a pair, Peter?"
"It's going to be too big for me Alex. Adults are a lot bigger down there than kids. I saw Chad lots of times and he's really big!"
Alex giggles, Peter moving his hands like something exploding. "Is that so? Well I think you and I better keep it a secret you told me this. But I have another idea. How about 'you' design a boys brief for yourself?"
"Can I make a little bootie, Alex?"
"You can make it anyway you see fit."
"Will you help me?"
"Of course. That's why I'm here. Now, how about we get you out of that wheelchair and sitting on a bench?"
"But where are you going to sit?" Peter questions, when Alex puts him on a bench in front of the biggest, white designer's table.
"I'm going to be over there at my machine sewing and from time to time I'll come over and check up on you."
Peter accepted, going right to work on trying to recreate. A couple of times Alex came back, the first, Peter having drawn the 'bootie' far too out of proportion with the rest of the brief. He scolded him in a way in which it had them both laughing.
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"That was so quick," Scotty said, the plane landing.
"Not by car," Kevin replies.
And just as soon as they touched down, Mohan was holding the door for them to exit.
Upon jumping down to the tarmac, they hear Mohan say, "Woof!"
"Him and his bear club," Kevin says.
"Bear club?" Scotty inquires.
Kevin jokes, "I keep telling Mohan, a plane burns more fuel when it carries 'heavier' people."
"I didn't think he was heavy," Scotty says.
"Trust me. I caught him one day in the locker room at the other airport. He's got a nice, 'teddy-bear' size belly and all this thick, luscious hair!" And then, as in confidence, "I 'did' mention I like hairy guys, didn't I?"
Scotty took note of his remark, but also was intrigued by the fact they were entering a car which resembed a carbon copy of the one they left in the departing airport lot. "You have two cars, and oh, no you hadn't mentioned it?" And in reply to probably what Kevin had in mind, "Did I mention I have quite a lot of bod hair?"
The dialogue kept up, changing subjects as necessary.
"No, they're not exactly the same. This one is a slightly darker tint of beige. It belongs to my cousin. He's off doing some modeling and uses mass transportation when he's around and about the city." And then back to the other subject matter, "Even if I never had the chance to feel up all that fur, I'd at least appreciate getting a glimpse of it?"
It then became an opening to mention, "I wonder if he knows of Cayman Karlyle?"
It threw Kevin's train of thoughts off balance. With his mind on the hint of dark brown hair, showing at Scotty's v-shaped collar, he finally puts Scotty's question in perspective, "Oh sure," Kevin replies as they enter the almost identical Mercedes. Pulling down the visor, the keys fall in his lap. "Want to get them for me?" Kevin jokes.
"You're closer," Scotty replies. Being risque, as Kevin goes to get them, Scotty holds his wrist, saying, "Then again, what fun would that be?" He reaches in between Kevin's thighs, purposely grazing the back of his hand against the zipper area.
"You've got hot hands," Kevin says.
Keying the ignition, Scotty says, "So what about Cayman?"
"My father has known him for years. It's how Micah got his invitation for the first 'Studmuffin Party', but as I understand it, after talking with Micah, he did alright for himself this year. Not only did he impress Cayman, but he landed himself a soulmate."
"Strange that I don't remember a 'Micah'."
"You were there?" it interested Kevin.
"Yeah and I'll tell you what happened," Scotty went into the whole spiel. First, he mentioned his connection, Kyle Dryfiss, then sped right into telling of the head chef quitting, his appointment as a temp, his invitation to remain there after pulling off some impressive menus.
"Shit are they going to 'love' you at the CIA! With Cayman Karlyle as a reference, you have nothing to worry about," Kevin assures him.
"Should I have mentioned Cayman?"
His foot applied to the brakes, Kevin stops abruptly along a section of stone wall, rendering in disbelief, "What? You didn't drop Cayman Karlyle's name? Oh man! He's like you're golden ticket 'in'. Head chef for Cayman Karlyle? Man, you're an instant shoo-in!" Kevin said with excitement.
"Really?" However, the luster of Kevin's words began to wear off as they entered a gated estate, Scotty asking, "This is where you live?"
"When I'm not staying at my apartment near the CIA, or my downtown loft."
"So you have a place in the city?" Scotty questions, with intent on wondering how much Kevin's worth.
"Right and two beach houses. One on Fire Island and the other in the Hamptons," Kevin replies.
"Like OMG! No wonder you missed the east coast!"
Kevin asks as they travel up the long driveway, "If you want, Mohan can fly us out to the Hamptons tomorrow?"
Scotty was all for it, then it dawned on him.
With the change in attitude, Kevin asks, "What's wrong?"
"I've been misleading you Kevin. I have a boyfriend."
And like Scotty put it to him, "Do you love him?"
"What is this? Getting even?"
Kevin puts it, "What goes around, comes around?"
"I've been trying to tell myself, 'I love him, I love Michael', but I don't know what it is that I can't convince myself," Scotty replies.
Thinking more of himself, of getting his hands on all that cub-fur, Kevin strongly suggests, "You know what I think you need?"
"What's that?" Scotty asks, as Kevin is waved through the gate by some hot dude in a booth wearing shades, speedo and nothing much else.
"Time away... you know what they say?"
"No," Scotty wondered, "what do they say?"
Taking off up the long drive, Kevin replies, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder?" If it's in Kevin's power, his intentions will be to make Scotty forget all about his past life and get on with 'the new'!
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"Alex!"
"What?"
"Quick! C'mere!"
"What?" Alex exclaims, driven by the emotion Peter has set forth.
"I think I got something new!"
A smile coursed Alex's lips as he looked down over Peter's whole bod, at the paper he was trying to scrunge up some image of how a boy-brief should look.
Looking up, at Alex upside down, Peter asks, "Did I do good?"
"Not bad," Alex says. Then, pointing to the crotch with the eraser end of a pencil, he says, "But do you really think a boy's crotch is this big?"
"I don't know." Really thinking on it, Peter assesses, "Yeah, it's smaller, but I was thinking of Chaddie's 'you know'."
Thinking back a few hours, of Chad telling Peter about 'growing up', Alex asks, "So, have you thought about what you want for your birthday?"
It made Alex feel super when Peter comes out with, "I want Chaddie to come home."
He couldn't help but give Peter an affectionate hug, one in which he's bestowed upon any of his siblings, with as best a guarantee, "We'll see what we can do."
Then, filling Alex with further elation, Peter says, "I wish my other brother were more like you Alex." It then opened the subject of his and Chad's other brother, Gregg, living in New Jersey, married, with children and a wife who can't see why 'gays' can't live the way heterosexuals do and forget all that same-sex 'nonsense'!
"She actually said, 'same-sex nonsense'?" Alex replies, a bit filled with humor, not it extending from a joke, but because of her ignorance.
"Yup, but Chaddi... Chad says Gregg isn't like her," Peter furthers his story.
"He's not?"
"Nope! He's even come all the way to the city to visit me. Chad says, when they disgust," it made Alex smile, "adult stuff, he found out Gregg doesn't like what his wife says."
"I'm curious about something?" Alex interjects.
"What's that?" Peter asks, placing his elbow on the table and propping his head on the pedestal of his palm. He yawns.
"Wasn't there ever a possibility which you could have gone to live with Gregg and his family?"
"No," Peter responded adamantly, "I want to live with Chad. I don't want to live with that witch!"
Alex giggled, saying, "How do you know she's a witch? Did you see her on her broomstick, flying around? Did she have a big black hat?" And getting very silly, he makes like Dracula, "And big, sharp fangs?"
By now he had lifted Peter's stressful moment, him telling, "No, but because Chad is gay, she thinks I am too!"
Sarcastically, Alex replies, "Yeah, us 'gays' are like that. You have to be careful who you rub against in a crowd."
"For real?" Peter questions with sincerity.
"No, I was only joking," Alex thought him 'for real'.
"I know," Peter says, a toothy smile on his face. "I gotcha Alex!"
The penalty, Alex tickled the living daylights out of him!
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"Hey guys?" Michael says, a hand rapidly waving in the air, beckoning Garrett and Kyle over to where he stands in a cleared out area of Braddock's.
Kyle thought he knew what the rather enormous, yellow 'thing' was, but Garrett takes the helm in asking, "Sort of looks like a tractor my daddy had on the farm, but like... 'huge'?" he opens his arms to simulate 'hugeness'.
Instead of Michael answering, a dude stands from behind the object in question, a white rag in his hand, "I heard your voices, but I wanted to wipe off a smudge on the side. Hi! I'm Darryl Trewent!"
Michael and Kyle keyed their attention on shaking hands with Darryl, however, Garrett had his eyes set on somebody else lurking about.
"Who's this, your twin brother?" Garrett says of another dude.
Not forgetting, Darryl replies, "Oh yes, and this is my cousin, Patrick, but everybody who knows him calls him 'PJ'."
Being forward, the first of the trio to reach a hand out to meet him, Garrett replies, "Patrick James?"
A little on the shy side, PJ responds, "John, Patrick John Trewent."
Garrett and PJ weren't the only ones making a connection, Michael inquiring, "So what is this, a fishing boat?"
Running his hand along the slick, yellow exterior, Darryl explains, "This is the Nautilus Jr. It is the most affordable civilian submarine on the market today. It's capabilities are diving up to one hundred and fifty feet and seats four comfortably. All compartments are air conditioned."
Kyle jokes, "Can we take it for a test drive?"
It drew laughs off the small crowd, PJ answering, "Actually, we don't expect selling a product on it's looks. If you would care for a demonstration, we can make arrangements for a weekend visit to our launching site. Of course, all accomodations and travel expenses will be paid by Sub Standard."
Garrett and Michael were more enthralled by the sales pitch, Garrett paying close attention to every word coming out of PJ's mouth. Kyle on the other hand asks, "Substandard?"
"Actually," Darryl takes over, "it did raise an eyebrow or two when we came up with the name for our company, but in the long run, if you have a favorable attitude, the name takes shape in a more positive manner than the first hand thinking. I assure you, in the mini-sub venue, we hold the strictist, high standards of production."
"I'm sold!" Michael blurts out, his money burning a hole in his pocket. "How much?"
Kyle was very interested also, since there wasn't any 'price tag' on the item. But how different should it be than many luxury items in Braddock's, where you shopped first and asked 'how much' later, after you've fallen in love with the merchandise.
Darryl words it, "Our much larger version sells for over seven hundred thousand dollars, but this one..."
And before Darryl can complete his words, Michael is asking, "How many does it sleep? Would be cool to take all my friends on a trip sometime!"
With exuberance in the inquiring, Darryl figured Michael must be 'loaded', so wasn't reluctant to skip over the Nautilus Jr. for its granddaddy, "'Thee' Nautilus has a capacity for fifty-one, which includes full crew and can dive to a depth of three hundred feet."
Garrett, with interest in a different direction, says, "I think we should take the weekend vacation and then make up our minds."
PJ willfully agrees, "Might be a good idea, Darryl?"
Just then, all dealing is halted, when Michael's cell phone begins playing a tune. "I better get that. It might be Scotty." Michael disappears into the depths of the sporting goods section.
He knew he shouldn't be butting into a customer's business, but Darryl asks, "Scotty?"
Kyle says, "Michael's boyfriend. He's upstate finishing up some loose business at the CIA."
"A government man?" Darryl questions.
"No," Kyle giggles, "not CIA, like in... water-boarding, but more like smorgasboarding!"
He still didn't get it.
"Culinary Institute. He's studying to become a chef, something I had it in mind to do, but now... I think it's more going to be restaurant managing."
Before any more kibitzing could take place, Michael returns, saying in a lowly manner, "Scotty says there's more to the application process and he has to go back tomorrow, so he's staying with a guy he met up there."
"A guy he met?" Kyle asks. "Like for the first time?"
And as if it made a difference, "Yeah. But he knows Cayman Karlyle. His cousin was at the party. Do you remember the name Micah Leander?"
Breaking silence, Darryl asks, "You know Cayman Karlyle?"
Michael passes the buck, "Kyle's father and Cayman are like best buddies! Do you know him?"
"Mr. Karlyle owns no less than five of our submarines," PJ diverts his attention from talking with Garrett.
"Five?" Michael's astounded, which has temporarily taken his mind off of his phone call. "What's five times over seven hundred thousand? I like ran out of fingers!"
"More than any of our fingers," Darryl replies, extending, "if you're not busy tonight, why don't you all be our guests for dinner this evening?"
"That's so nice of you, but I've got a 'husband' and little boy waiting for me at home," Kyle replies. After saying it, he liked the 'ring' to it.
Michael, being forward, says, "I got an idea. Why don't you and PJ come over to our house for dinner?" Secondly he turns to Kyle and asks, "It's okay, isn't it? I'll help cook!"
Kyle replies, pulling an 'Alex', "Michael, honey, you can do everyone a favor and 'not' cook!"
"You don't know how to cook?" Darryl asks Michael.
Being adamant, Michael says, "I know how to cook! I can whip up a mean bowl of Cap'n Crunch!"
They all got the giggles over Michael's retort, Garrett saying, "Yeah, the submarine would suit Michael well. When it comes to Cap'n Crunch, he's a real sailor!"
Really not wanting the evening to slip by into tomorrow, with the chance of losing contact with Michael, Darryl asks, "How about PJ and I 'bring' dinner to you?"
Kyle replies, "Dinner at our place is fine, but really, we can manage to throw something together."
But PJ, being quite forward, says, "Nonsense. Think of it as part of the promotion. Is there any kind of fish you guys don't like?"
Michael says, "I like any kind of fish, but I like salmon a lot."
"Salmon it is," Darryl replies, the twenty year old attaching a smile to it, one which equaled Michael's.
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"Did he give you a hard time of it?" Kevin inquires, as they sit in his Mercedes before making their exit the main house.
"Michael? Never. He always 'accepts' it. I wish for once he would get fuckin' mad and protest, but no... he let's it go."
Confident he can cure Scotty's woes, Kevin suggests, "I think I know what you need."
"Around about now I could go for almost anything!" Scotty says, frustrated.
"I'm glad you mentioned it."
"What?" Scotty replies.
"I think you need to be pampered."
Scotty questions, "Pampered?"
"Yeah," Kevin says with energy, popping the handle. Getting out, he bends, looks back in, saying, "Coming?"
It was a big house and of Scotty's opinion, he figured, since Kevin stood for a lot of loot in the family, the door would be answered by some stuffy English gentleman, with all the pleasantries of the household of 'the Queen'.
Upon opening the door, he's whacked out of his gourd when there stands, in only a speedo, a trail growing out of the pouch, branching out after reaching his pecs, asks, "Hey, how's it going? You bring me home a little bear to play with Kev?"
Answering, Kevin says, "This Esteban, is Scotty. If he lays a hand on you," meaning Scotty, "punch his lights out."
"Don't tempt me," Esteban replies, allowing them to answer.
Kevin asks, "Is Ton around?"
"Um," Esteban replies with a sketchy attitude, "last time I saw Ton, he was in the potting shed with Phil. He had Phil over the wheelbarrow and was planting some seeds!"
"Well you tell Ton it's time to pull anchor and jettison himself upstairs. Scotty here needs some R&R, so I want no holds barred, if you know what I mean, Esteban?"
"I'll assemble the squad," Esteban replies, tearimg himself away from the two.
"I don't need any special attention, really," Scotty replies to what looks like Kevin pulling all the stops out.
"Nonsense, Scotty, you need it and I'm like used to it, so don't think you're putting me to any trouble."
So, Scotty accepted it, it being the norm for when Kevin walked in his own home.
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Going back to his work, Alex was at the sewing machine not more than four or five minutes, when he looked up, seeing Peter's head cradled in his arms. At first he thought it a dire medical emergency, but when coming over to him, shook his shoulder, asking, "Peter?"
Lifting his face towards Alex, Peter replies, "I guess I'm sleepy."
"Why don't we find you a 'real' place to sleep?" But when Alex took Peter out through the foyer he realized something; they hadn't covered all bases, wondering where Peter was going to be bedded down!
The sound of the elevator, Peter still a little sleepy, he forgot about Chad's business trip, saying, "It's Chad!"
Bending down to Peter's level, Alex says, "Chad is probably half way to Denver by now. I bet that's Kyle."
And sure enough, as the doors opened, Kyle, Michael and Garrett walk out.
"Guess what Alex?"
"What Michael honey?"
"I'm gonna be the owner a submarine after we get back from... Hey! Darryl didn't tell us where we were going on vacation!"
Alex placed fingers in both ears, shook them around and popped them out, asking, "Did I hear submarine?"
Peter asks, "Who's Darryl?"
"And what's this about a vacation?" Alex rounds out the questioning.
Before all the answers could be given proper attention, Michael is addressing Peter, Alex is conferring with Kyle on their accomodation blunder and Garrett is off seeking a shower, tearing his tee shirt off over his head.
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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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