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FoR SaLE By OwNEr 63 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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By ten in the evening, Chris had been responding to treatment enough to be moved to a recovery unit on the second floor. With Swifty's persuasiveness, which would be keeping him and Raul busy for a few weekends, he was able to gain Kyle and Jakov entry.
"He doesn't look at all good," Jakov makes his first assessment, running his hand along Chris' dark-haired forearm.
Raul tells him, "They all look like that. Happens when a person has been through something traumatic like having a tube pulled out of their guts."
"It was only down his throat Raul," Swifty replied to his buddy's miscalculation.
"Still, with the beating he took..."
With dismay, Jakov blurts out, "I don't know how a father could do this to his `own' son."
Half dozing, Alex sits there with his arms folded across his middle. Everytime something different comes up in conversation, his head lifts, eyes open wide and he pays attention.
Putting a hand on Jakov's shoulder, Raul tells him, "In other countries they have cultures much different than we have here, though when a foreigner takes up residence on US soil they have a whole different bunch of rules to follow. That's where most of them get into trouble."
"Still, it doesn't..."
Knowing where Jakov was headed with this one, Raul says, "I know it doesn't, Jakov and it's exactly why Chris' and Asaf's fathers are in custody. They're not children. What they did they should know they are accountable for."
"I don't think Chris had anybody else," Jakov says, turning his head towards Raul.
"We're still in the beginning stages of the investigation. We're still looking into his extended family."
Kyle has his hand on the other arm. Unconsciously it seems both have a grip of Jakob's attention, Kyle trying to be a friend and Raul trying to calm by means of just doing his job.
"And what about Asaf's boyfriend?"
Exhaling, Raul tells him, "We don't have a name, nor address. We don't have a place to start looking. We don't even know if...." He left off the balance of his thoughts.
It's apparent Jakov knew what Raul was thinking, answering, "I know. I know this sounds selfish, but I'm just glad Chris isn't in his place."
"Well it's getting on," Swifty says, looking at his watch, "can I give anybody a ride home?"
"I'm going to stay here with Jakov," Kyle responds. "But Alex why don't you... yo Alex!" Kyle startles him awake with a little shove to the shoulder.
"Wha--What?" Alex asks, jumping awake as if a firecracker went off. "What's-up?"
"Swifty wants to know if you want a lift home. I think you should go," Kyle suggests.
"But I want to wait here for you," he protests.
Swifty puts it, "I think it'd be a lot quieter in here without your snoring."
"I don't snore!" Alex says with indignation.
Then Swifty quickly changes his mind, "I mean with your eyes open?"
Grabbing up his jacket, Alex bids his lover farewell and puts in a goodbye for Jakov as well, hoping for the best.
That night everytime Alex turned over his arm slapped against an empty space. Developing a ritual, his eyes opened, he squinted as he studied the lighted dial, first seeing 1am, then 2:15am, 3:30am and finally... well he didn't wake up to hitting the bed with his arm but rather lay on his front, his hips grinding into the sheets. As he awoke this time his cock hungered for a warm bod to work out it's pent up emotions on. His right hand was already involved in the process of relieving him of his morning load. So he turned over and fell right into working over his hard shaft. Without Kyle, he painted a mental picture. Even though most nights they did it in the dark, this particular vision seemed like an out of bod experience, Alex viewing himself and Kyle in their bed, much like watching a porn DVD. Instead of imagining the sounds of sex, his whole being was filled with moaning. When he got `close', outloud he repeated over and over, "Oh yeah..
oh yeah... oh yeah..." and then exclaimed in the pleasure of sexual agony, "Ohhhhhhhhh fuckin' yeaaaaaah!" It took seconds for semen to evacuate his balls and lying back, his hand flat out in the goo, coated his abs trail right on up to the patch of dark hair midchest. Then as it slipped down to his side, it wet the rest of the hair on his pecs. After Alex's labored breathing subsided he fell back into a deep rest.
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Around about 6am, Kyle went to stretch out and yawn, but only yawned, finding Jacov using his arm for a pillow. He wondered how he was going to take a piss without waking him up. But then providence, he heard Chris mumbling. "Hey! Wake up Jacov!"
"What?" Jacov almost immediately sprang to life.
Before Kyle could mention Chris, Jacov was at his side. He put his trip to the jon on hold while stopping next to the bed, Jacov on his right.
"What is it Chris?" Jacov asked.
Suddenly realizing the condition he was in, he asks, "Where am I?"
"You're at St. Vincent's Hospital. They brought you in last night. Don't you remember anything?"
Kyle figured Chris remembered something. When Chris moved he winced in pain, arching his back.
"Careful," Jacov said, placing his hand on Chris' stomach. Rubbing his hand lightly he cautioned Chris not to move, his hand slowly massaging the flannel gown. "You've had quite an ordeal."
"Where?" Chris went on to question his whereabouts again, Kyle's explanation not sinking in. He changed his mind, asking, "Asaf. Where's Asaf? Is he..."
"Asaf is doing fine," Jacov said even though he didn't know the status, whether Asaf was still in the ICU or not.
Kyle thought it best to seek out the jon and also to give Chris and Jacov some privacy. Walking out of the room he first started towards the right, then snapped out of his disorientation, about faced and headed in the opposite direction. Seeing the symbols and arrows, he walked right past the nurse's station.
"Kyle!" he heard his name called. Turning, he didn't see the line of chairs, hidden by the nurse's station counter.
"Swifty? You been here all night?"
"Morning, um...." He confided, "After I dropped Alex off I sort of had a date with... I kind of walked the evening nurse home. He lives not far from here and... never mind. You're still here?"
Sure, Kyle would have heard the rest of Swifty's explanation, but when the tables turned to his well-being he answers, "Me? I'm doing terrfic except if I don't hit the jon they're going to have to call maintenance to clean up a puddle!"
"I think I've got to go too," he said, following Kyle into the jon.
They each took up a urinal. Kyle didn't look, but knew he was being spied upon after he whipped out his 9c. He finished first, going to the sink to washup.
Swifty soon followed and turned on the water, placing his hands underneath.
"So, am I as big as you think I was?"
"Big?" Swifty asked. "Why I hardly know what you mean Kyle!"
"Yeah right, Swifty. For your information I have a very good sense of peripheral vision."
Knowing he was snagged, Swifty turned it into a joke, "Well let's just say you're a helluva lot bigger than the nurse I walked home!"
Kyle did laugh, but felt kind of curious being Swifty fed him more information than he already needed to know. But knowing Swifty carried some weight around here, asks, "Soooo, this nurse one of your boyfriends?"
After Kyle handed him a few paper towels to wipe his wet face, Swifty responds, "One of."
"Of how many?"
"My aren't we nosy this morning?"
Kyle apologizes, "Sorry. I guess I'm just trying to get to know you."
Turning, Swifty pitched the balled paper towels into the trash can as he told Kyle, "I was partnered up for eight years. He cheated on me and contracted AIDS. I should have left him to die alone, but... I just couldn't, okay? So since then I've found it really tough to trust anybody enough to even think about starting a relationship or even dating the same guy twice. Nope. Not going to fall into that trap again!"
"Oh well. I guess that's shoots `that' idea," Kyle replied.
Stopping from running a comb through his mussed hair, Swifty asks, "Idea?"
"Yeah. I have this friend who has been looking for Mr. Right... well not exactly looking, but would be a fine catch for the right man and..."
"Oh yeah?" Swifty interrupts to voice his opinion. "Well I didn't say I wasn't into meeting a serious guy."
Kyle had a feeling Swifty himself didn't know what he wanted, so decided to get pushy. "His name is Vince. He's sort of in limbo staying at my place."
"Is that so? Got some stats?"
But Kyle figured he had given Jacov and Chris enough quality time, so says, "I think I should be getting back."
"Oh no you don't," Swifty snagged Kyle's arm. "Not until you tell all."
Kyle, under restraint, Swifty's back to the door, holding him hostage, he told all he knew about Vince.
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Poking his head in the door, Michael asks, "Alex, you awake?" Standing there a moment he wondered if Kyle had come home and gone out again because the place had an aroma about it. Too, he wasn't spying, but couldn't help but notice Alex, splayed out in the bed, a hand cupped around his balls and something pasty about the hair formations of his bod. The closer he got, the more the sexual afrodesiac stirred his sinuses. "Alex?" he finally said, pushing on his bicep.
"Whaaa..." Then noticing it was Michael, "Oh! What's up Michael?" He pulled up the sheet as he sat up.
"Didn't you set your alarm? It's time to get up."
It's then Alex began to smell something more than dried semen. "Scotty's up I take it?"
"He sent me up here to fetch you." Michael suddenly sniffed. "Kyle, did he come home last night?"
Taking it as a hint, Alex knew Michael's question focused on the aftermath of his orgasm. "Um, no. Kyle stayed overnight with Jacov. Um, I..." They were both gay men. Why should he have to hide, "I sort of got carried away with myself and..."
"You don't have to tell me Alex. I think all of us have been there. Believe me. There's been dozens of times when I..."
Both were shaken out of their conversational thoughts by a yell from downstairs, "Hey you guys, if you want your coffee hot you better get yourselves down here! Now?"
"Um, I guess I better hit the shower before," Alex said, slowly starting to unfold the sheet like opening a can of sardines, rolling the top sheet down from his neck, then pecs, revealing the dark trail separating his sixpack.
"Uh yeah," Michael said. Then he joked, "You need help? Just kidding!"
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When Swifty and Kyle emerged from the jon, they spotted Raul near the nurses station on his cellphone. Whoever was on the receiving side was probably leaning away from their phone, Raul with flared temper, yelling into his.
They waited, Swifty asking when Raul clicked his phone in half, "What was that about?"
"Post. There was a scuffle and he slipped out unnoticed."
"Like he escaped?" Kyle asks.
With the obvious happening, Raul skips to, "Some of the other prisoners heard him talking about the incident, heard about Joey turning on his old man."
Swifty was swift at comprehending, asking, "You don't think he's coming back for his kid?"
"This is confidential," Raul cut in, "but Joey isn't Post's kid, legally. Seems he's the son of a cousin he got stuck with. Seems Post talked his head off, mentioning the kid didn't mean anything to him, at least it's the impression one of his cell-mates got."
Kyle didn't want to think about it, but ventured to say, "So, you think he might be coming back to do Joey in?"
His answer, Raul states, "I've had his room guarded."
"Sounds like a crazed man." Kyle, with concern asks, "Don't you think Asaf and Chris should have a guard stationed at their room also?"
"He's got a good point there, Raul," Swifty agrees.
So in two seconds, Raul had his phone flipped open, a call to the precinct asking for backup.
"How long have you known Chris, Kyle?"
"Truth is I just met him, why?"
Swifty says, "No reason." Then with reason, "Because you seem to `care' so much."
"I guess I've always been this way. I think since I've met Alex I kind of matured some. Yeah that's it. Having Alex in my life has really made me do some thinking about growing up. In fact I even thought about going out and getting a job. Not to brag, but I don't really need it, but in the past few months I've come across guys who don't need to work unless they choose and `are' working. Like Jacov, only his father is sort of holding the purse strings over him. My brother and I? We have established accounts." Then off on a different tangent, "That dirty dog of a brother!"
One thing led to another and soon Swifty knew the whole deal, Knapp sending a sweet little letter notifying Kyle he was kicking him out on the streets in less than a month's time.
"So you have anything to go on?"
Kyle replies, "I've thought of maybe renting or purchasing a loft downtown, but my preference is to purchase being I think we'll be in the city for quite some time, with Alex going to the fashion institute, myself and Scotty in cooking school and who knows whatever interests Michael, plus..."
After rattling off the `guest list', Swifty inquires, "Oh, so you're meaning to rent out some of the space?"
"Well I haven't quite worked that out. I mean I haven't brought up the prospect of money and...."
"You could make some very lucrative earnings off of renting you know?"
Kyle smirks, a slight smile cringing at his lips as he answers, "I know I could but... but these guys don't exactly have bulging bank accounts and I.. well let's just say I'm not hurting to earn a buck."
"I know," Swifty said out right.
"You've been checking up on me?"
Then he rattles off almost every fact of the Dryfiss dynasty, naming the exact days and places of Kyle and his brother, Knapp, the date his father's business was incorporated, successes along the way, along with the one bum tip an investor gave him, which didn't put a dent in the business' yearly acruement, putting the figure in seven digits and concluded with scanty information about family life whereas Kyle wound up, "Free as a bird to do what you want and the bankroll to support it!"
"Except you left one thing out?"
"Oh really?" Swifty looked at him with dismay. It wasn't his style to miss any facts. "I thought I covered all bases."
"You left out the most important part of my life," Kyle said, not meaning to leave it as an open-ended question, thought gave Swifty time to think. Five seconds! "Does the name `Alex' ring a bell?"
"Oh how could I forget!" Swifty replied, throwing his palms from up high, slapping his thighs. Then he divulged something Alex and Kyle hadn't time to talk about, "It was so sweet of him to save a seat for me on the subway."
Kyle wanted to hear more.
However, Raul appeared once more, commending Kyle, "Good idea you had `old friend'. The captain thought a good one too!"
Swifty smiled, ready to get his digs in, "Right Raul and I suppose through the kindness of your heart you're going to share your bonus with Kyle here," he placed each hand on Kyle's shoulders, "when Robert starts handing them out or the reason for your next promotion?"
As Raul and Swifty tossed the bull back and forth, Kyle wondered how many people in New York City Swifty `did not' know!
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"Alex I'm sorry I kind of," Michael stuttered, thinking of the correct word, "kind of stared at you."
"When?" Scotty broke into the conversation.
"Upstairs," Michael said, "when you sent me to get Alex." And he didn't mean to say it, only the picture in his mind of Alex lying in bed, a few hours after he blasted his load all over himself and rubbed it in, "You know, Alex. When you had all that stuff stuck to you?"
Alex joked, adding a giggle, "You mean before I pulled up the sheet to my neck to hide it?"
Perhaps Michael thought Scotty was going to bust his chops, but instead Scotty off on Alex and confronted him, "Well then it's your own fault Alex!"
"Myyyyyyy fault?" Alex points to himself.
Then it's Michael who jumps in with, "Oh it wasn't Alex's fault. I mean I should have warned him I was coming."
"You did," Scotty replied. "I heard you calling out Alex's name before you got to the door."
"Oh yeah. I did, didn't I?" Then Michael realizes, "Oh but Alex was sleeping and didn't hear me."
"See?" Alex tried to defend himself.
But he wasn't in the clear, Scotty was ahead of them both, "It's still your fault Alex. You should have set your alarm clock!"
Alex rest his case, Michael flashing a toothless smile at him and shrugging his shoulders, enough to tell Alex to forget it.
"Okay," Alex gave in, but not without impressing upon Scotty, "so it wasn't Michael's fault he came into our room and was set off balance by me lying there in the buff with dried cum all over me?"
One last thing, "What? You couldn't hold it til Kyle got home?" Scotty asks.
"I suppose I could have," Alex totally surrendered on account of it wasn't any big deal. He tried throwing them off, "Got any coffee?" He held up his cup like a beggar.
Next thing, Alex became the target of not asking nicely and stood accused of, "What's the matter? Your legs broken or something?"
At first Alex thought Scotty was serious until he looked to Michael and the two were ready to laugh out loud!
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Kyle kept his eye on the clock. He knew Scotty and he had to be at Chef van Oijen's condo apartment up on Madison Ave. shortly after noontime. Yet, he didn't mind his conversation with Swifty because not only was he an upbeat guy but he knew his real estate.
"I discussed with Alex the possibility of purchasing a loft in Tribeca," Kyle told him.
"Tribeca?" Swifty questioned him. "You want a nice place, you'll check out the one I know of in Chelsea." And he stretched out his hands to help himself tell, "It's got all the amenities a man could ever want!"
"It's got to be roomy."
"Four bedrooms, three and a half baths," Swifty said.
"That many rooms, huh?"
And Swifty threw in some humor, "Enough for your harem of boys!"
Kyle laughed but then left Swifty laughing at his own joke.
He recovered when Kyle asks, "What else?"
"Now let's see." Swifty first rubbed his chin then brushed his stache with his pointer finger, a habit he had, Kyle picking up on it as the second time he did it. After rubbing his hands together as if being a crafty dealer, he says, "A ver-r-r-ry spacious livingroom and ohhhhh you're going to love this! Being it's on the top floor, it has two skylights annnnnnnnd... the diningroom! Oh my God the view! On a clear day you can see forever!"
Liking the sales pitch, Kyle had to giggle as well, the fem side which hadn't been so prominent as Swifty dramatically told of the amenities.
"And oh, the trainer in the gym... you have to watch out for him, mind you..."
It was part of the deciding fastor, along with the two handsome studs who held the lobby door open whenever a resident entered or exited, the porter, a Mexican gentleman just over from the other side of the border, Swifty labeling him a `hot tamale', who kept the hallways impeccably clean. He mentioned if a person wasn't into doing their own laundry, "Just pick up the phone and this hot stud is at your door on the double." He cracked another joke, "Annnnd, if you grease his palm there could be some afternoon delights in it for you!"
"Grease? You mean lube?" Kyle carried the joke further. When the hilarity dying down, Kyle exclaims, "Sounds great Swifty. Thanks for keying me into all the `frills'."
"Soooo, you're interested in taking a look perhaps?"
"Well," Kyle ran over his bank account in his mind, "I was really trying to keep within a budget."
"Like how much was the place down in Tribeca?"
"The loft? 2.5 million. I mean it wasn't going to leave me flat broke, but..."
"Well I think you should take a look at the Chelsea property." What Swifty left out is the price tag, a cool $25,000,000, but if Kyle liked it, he had another angle up his sleeve which would reduce it to almost the Tribeca going rate.
"When?" Kyle asks.
"Whever you have the time. Afternoon, this evening. I kind of know the landlord, so anytime is fine!"
What would also come out eventually is how Swifty won the luxury Manhattan property in a dare with a friend, who he's had this little game of stakes going on for years.
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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