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"For Sale By Owner" 24 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Next morning, Devon woke with some fierce complaining.
"Oooooh my aching head!"
He looked next to him, at Dominic, sleeping like a baby.
"Dominic, you awake?"
Not only asking, verbally, but finding Dominic's left nip, nestled in his fuzzy chest, he tried to find a soft means to awaken him.
"Dominic?" Devon said, wetting his thumb, gliding it over the hairy left nub.
The eighteen year old thought he saw something flinch, down below. He licked a finger, then touched Dominic's nip again, swirling it around, wetting down the hair around it. Devon smiled, getting a sure reaction!
"Mmmmm... feels good."
"You! You're awake, you faker!"
Officially coming awake, Dominic pulls Devon over on top of himself, then rolls Devon over, back to the bed.
"Dooooominiiiiiiiiic!"
Quickly, Devon got silenced by a pair of lips.
"How's the headache?"
Devon had to think for a minute.
"It's still there, but a little bit."
"If I was home, I'd fix you up a remedy."
"What kind of witches brew would that be?"
"Not witches brew. My mother's old fashion cure for a hangover. A plain piece of white bread and plenty of water."
"Oh what do you do? Dip the bread in water?"
"No, doofus. The bread will soak up....what are you doing?"
Devon smiled, as his hand wove in between their bodies. Suddenly he pulls it out.
"A little crispy down there. Did somebody have fun jerking off last night?"
"Well you were in no condition to give me my jollies!" Dominic reported, giggling..
"Your jollies? I thought my bj's were what did it?"
"They are, but I didn't want to take the chance of having it bit off?" Dominic comically said.
"Was I that drunk last night?"
"Let me ask you this... do you remember taking your clothes off?"
Devon looks down his bod, then thinks a second.
"Um, nope. You did it?"
"Naturally."
"Was it fun?"
Devon forced a wide grin across his face.
"Not as much fun as it would have been if you weren't smashed."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. It's just as much my fault as it is yours."
"How do you figure, Dominic?"
"I was there with you. If I cared about you, I wouldn't have let you get to the stages of you being drunk."
"Oh. Well. I suppose I should know better being I'm eighteen and all."
"Worse. I'm twenty-two. I should've known better, but then again, I didn't want to treat you like I'm your father."
"I don't got one, remember?"
"Well, your guardian."
"Yeah. Uncle Seth. He's a real trip."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. For sure you better not do wrong to Uncle Seth. He'll take the belt to you."
"Is that the reason behind the little scar on your back?"
"You noticed?"
"Last night when I was undressing you. So? Care to talk about it?"
"Nothing much to say. Last year we came back from a swimming competition. A coupla the guys and I went out and had a coupla beers."
"But weren't you seventeen?"
"There's ways around stuff like that. But that's besides the point. I walk in and right away Uncle Seth smells beer on my lips. I wasn't drunk or anything. I was acting civilized, but hell, he didn't want to hear it."
"So you got a whipping for it?"
"Yup. I made it a point in my mind, that I was going to make a run for it."
"And why hadn't you?"
"My real parents died in a auto accident. Their last will and testament was to have me receive everything in their estate. Uncle Seth knows. That's what holds me there. So, to make a long story short, he took me out to the barn, made me take my shirt off and hold onto the stall fence. He whipped me til I got mad and stole his belt away from him."
"Why didn't you protest before he started."
"I know it sounds stupid, but strangely, I wanted to prove to him I could take it."
"Not strange at all, Devon."
"No?"
"Nope. In fact I admire you for taking it, even though getting whipped can be a dangerous thing."
"How so?"
"Did he strike you low, near the waist?"
"All over. Across my blades, middle and lower."
"Because if it's too low, he could damage your kidneys."
"No danger of that. I can piss out a storm!"
Devon's joke lightened the atmosphere.
"No doubt. So what happened after you took the belt away from him?"
"Oh, a long time ago, when I was twelve or something, I mentioned something about giving Uncle Seth and Aunt Alice some of the estate when I turned eighteen, but that night, last year, after he whipped me, I informed him he isn't getting a dime."
"And?"
"He went into this long desertation about bringing me up right, the cost involved, etcetera, etcetera. Bringing me up with the beltm is what he did. That's right?"
"So he whipped you before?"
"Oh the ass. This was the first.... and last time he whipped me on the back."
"Good thing it all healed up."
"Right, but it hurt for a week or so and Coach Wylie took me out of competition."
"I'm sure he had a mouthful to say," Dominic pursued.
"He wanted me to press charges."
"And why didn't you?"
"Because of Aunt Alice. I don't fault her. She's the one who attended to me after the whipping. Aunt Alice has always been there for me. I can guarantee you, she's getting more than a dime of my inheritance. "
"Did she try to stop your uncle?"
"No. Nobody stops Uncle Seth from doing anything. I learned that long time ago, except when I stopped him from whipping me."
"Mind if I ask something?"
"Go ahead."
"How many lashes did you take, before you called it off?"
Devon chuckled, saying, "Y'know. I didn't count. I think it was around eight or so. At first I tried not to cry out, thinking it more of a man not to, but after four or five lashes, he started striking me harder. I tell you, it hurt plenty worse. I wanted to stick it out, but it was too much."
Dominic rubbed his hand up and down Devon's side.
"I'm glad you did. So, have you received the estate monies?"
"It's nothing big. My `rents weren't millionaires or anything."
"I see."
"I got enough to start college, get on with a coupla years, but right now no college to go to."
"Alex was in favor of Lake Quinn Community College."
"So, are you considering going there?"
"Hell no... Nope. I'm getting as far away from Uncle Seth that these two feet will take me? In fact...."
"What, Devon?" Dominic rubbed the side of Devon's face. "What is it that you want, babe?"
"I... I want to be with you."
"I want it to, but I have to live down the shore, during the week, to teach school."
"What about while you're off during the summer?"
"Truthfully, I was thinking of going camping. Um, it's a two man tent, if you're interested?"
"Would be cool, except I think I've gotta think about getting a job. Eden would have been great, but now..."
"Eden isn't the only place in town. Maybe you wanted it bad because it got dropped in your lap."
"Yeah, that's it. But don't get me wrong. I don't mind looking for another."
"I have a few connections. Maybe I can help. You wouldn't mind pulling a job as a lifeguard, would you?"
"Anything with a decent salary. Maybe I can do lifeguarding during the day and wait tables at night?"
"Energetic. Let's see what I can do about it. But Devon?"
"Yeah?"
"How would you feel about pulling up stakes and moving out with me after you graduate?"
"You mean come live with you?"
"If you'll have me."
"Sure! It would be cool! But only if I get a job."
Dominic smiles, saying, "After our camping trip!"
"Maybe."
"Maybe? Forget it. You're going camping. Now let's get up and get showered. I think you mentioned practice for the swimming competition today?"
"Oh shoot, yeah. We've gotta be at the college at ten!"
"How's the hangover?"
"Gone, but I think I need more than a piece of bread!"
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Meanwhile, upstairs, Alex had already come out of his sleep, like any other morning.
"I can't believe you don't have a hangover, Alex!"
"Me neither. That `Brutal Beer' was brutal, to say the least."
"Well, the way your were barfing it up, I thought there would be no end to it."
"I'm sorry I put you through it. Usually I don't have a problem chugging four or five beers down."
"Must be the quality."
"Pay more, upchuck more!"
"Funny, Alex. Real funny," Kyle responds, chuckling.
"Wait! What time is it?"
"Eight, why?"
"Shoot! Devon and I have swim practice at ten!"
"That's two hours away yet."
"Oh and we better not be late or Coach Wylie'll have a cow!"
"I can bet more than that. Let me give Dom a ring."
As Kyle puts his hand on the receiver, it rings.
"It's Dom," Kyle says, one hand over the receiver.
After a short chat, Kyle tells Dominic they are on their way.
"Quick shower!"
"Oh, but we've got to find Raj first!"
"Raj?"
"Yeah. Devon told me he wants his `candy cane' trail shaved."
"Anyone can do it. Let me call him back."
Getting on the phone, Kyle explains to Dominic the situation.
"So, what's up?" Alex asks.
"Devon and Dom are on their way over here. Keep the hot water running!"
Already wet, Alex soaps up, then rinses off. He gets out, letting Kyle in to shower down.
"I just realized something."
"Good or bad?" Kyle asks.
"Devon and Dom don't have the key to the elevator."
"Oh Dom is a resourceful one. I'm sure he'll think of something."
"I suppose. They haven't called back."
Suddenly the elevator opens.
"What'd I tell you?" Kyle comments.
"Hey guys. Look who we found?"
In walks Dominic, followed by Devon and Raj, the trio confronted with gay pair, toweled in white, from waist, down.
"Raj, we're so glad to see you."
Kyle, Alex and Raj form a threeway hug.
"Yeah, well the manager hired me back, but I still don't feel `wanted'."
"You don't?" Alex asks.
But Dominic says, "You can do boytalk later. We've got breakfast and a swimming practice to get to?"
"Dom's right," Kyle says.
"Strip, Devon!" Dominic says.
"He's not the only one!" Raj says. "I got plenty wet last time."
By the time the two are stripped down to their nothingness, Dominic is the only one fully dressed.
"I feel slighted," Dominic jokes.
Right away, Devon is ushered into the shower by Raj, to soften his skin.
"C'mon. We don't need to be here," Kyle says. "Let's get dressed."
While the two duck out of the jon, Dominic stays to watch, until it starts to get too steamy.
"Whatsamatter? Get scared away?"
"Steam, more like it," Dominic says. Then he asks, off on a tangent, "Alex, do you know about Devon getting whipped?"
"Yeah. The whole team knows."
"Devon getting whipped? Wow Coach Wylie is a tough discipliner. Is he allowed to do corporal punishment?"
"Nooo... nooo, Kyle," Dominic goes on, "Coach Wylie didn't inflict it on him, his guardian...."
"Uncle Seth," Alex reveals.
"What do you know of it, Alex?" Dominic reiterates.
"Not much to say. They had a disagreement and he got whipped, Devon told Coach Wylie. Coach wanted to call in the police on it, but Devon said `no'. Coach had no choice but to suspend him from competition because of the welts."
"Did Devon mention taking the beating because of wanting to stand up to his uncle?"
"Devon did that?" Kyle asks.
"Yeah. He stood there and took it like a man," Alex said, with conviction.
"Eighteen," Kyle states. "Isn't that a man?"
"More of a man than I could ever be," Dominic says. "I don't think I could take even one lash. I'd be bawling like a baby!"
Before they could continue their conversation, out steps Devon, waist-toweled.
"Voila!" Devon shouts out, raising both arms in a staked out position. "How does it look?"
"Raj, you're a genius," Dominic praises.
"I only did what he wanted."
"Look. He shaved me nice and smooth and kept my little tummy trail."
Sure enough, Devon was shaved smooth from shoulders to navel, the little thin trail extending from below his navel, to where the towel clothed him.
"Real smooth, Devon, but if you want some breakfast, we've got to hustle?"
"Okay. Let me jump into my clothes."
"I'll clean up," Raj says.
Dominic has other plans.
"Nah. Leave it." Then to Alex and Kyle, Dominic asks, "Either of you guys have a change of clothing for Raj here?"
"But I've got my uniform," Raj says.
"Not if you don't work here anymore," Dominic alerts him to.
"Don't work here? But I've gotta work here. I need the money for school."
"Listen, the semester is over, right?"
"Right," Raj agrees.
"Well I know this hair cutting shop back where I come from and they're always looking for cutters," Dominic tell him.
"Me? A hair cutter?" Raj laughed heartily, then said of his expertise, "I only trimmed and shaved Alex and Devon's chests and stomachs!"
"You said yesterday," Alex converses, while Kyle assembles a wardrobe, "you worked as a haircutter."
"For a few months, for my uncle, way back at the turn of the century."
"Sounds good to me," Dominic says, smiling.
"Wouldn't they need references?"
"Yeah, when I tell them how good you cut hair.. hee.. hee..." Dominic jokes.
"And where will I stay?" Raj showed concern.
"My place. I've got plenty of room and you're close enough to walk."
Everything looks great for Raj, except one thing.
"But you don't really `know' me," Raj quips.
"I know you," Alex says. "I know you well enough to hold up a double-edged razor and shave my chest and stomach smooth!"
"Plus," Dominic alludes to, "you can fill us in with the rest of your life story, in the car on the way back!"
"I've gotta pack and be back for graduation."
"Don't you think I want to see my `honey' graduate?" Dominic says.
Alex scolds, "You better not let Devon hear you call him that!"
"What's wrong his `honey'? I think it's sweet!"
"Exactly. Keep it private, though?"
"Oh. I get it. Okay," Dominic agrees.
"Here's your clothes."
Of course there's an Abercrombie tee shirt in the wad of clothing for Raj. But Kyle, being six feet tall and Raj, standing at 5'10, there's quite a bit of overhang.
"No problem. Right in style. I could only dream of wearing an Abercrombie shirt! Thanks!"
With Devon redressed, Raj in `civilian' clothes, the five head out for breakfast.
"Can I make one call before we leave?" Raj asks.
"Sure."
Kyle hands him the remote phone. The four wait around, until Raj looks at them, with an evil smile.
"Hello? Front desk? This is Raj. I quit!"
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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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