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FoR SaLE By OwNEr 86 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Twice during the afternoon, intentions regarding attending the Cayman Karlyle party resurfaced. First time it was Alex himself, questioning Dr. Azayzeh for the second time, which he got shot down over, but assured if Kyle kept on quickly recovering, he could be out of the hospital by the weekend and at least homebound.
Second time occured when Michael and Scotty checked in, Alex telling them, "No, we're not going."
"Not going?" Michael replied. The disappointed tone of his voice suggested if Kyle and he were not attending the Karlyle party then neither would he and Scotty.
Scotty's voice reflected the same low-keyed response shown on their faces, "Then if you're not going, we're not going?"
With three feeling the disappointment because of his condition, though they didn't outright say it, Kyle speaks up, "If Alex goes you can still go!"
"Cool! You're still going Alex?" Michael said excitedly.
Scotty had mixed reaction, "Alex, you would go without Kyle?" He displayed the opposite jovial manner in which his boyfriend reacted.
"I don't know," Alex replies. "I'll decide when the time comes."
"You have to make up your mind soon Alex, because you have to like go out and get some clothes for yourself and..."
"And us too!" Michael adds. "We can't go in these rags!"
Even though he wasn't totally agreeing with Kyle, about even going, Alex had to smile, looking at Michael, still dressed in one of the shirts from his backpack. Though in the presence of each other at the townhouse and the new place, more or less they've hung out in shorts and tees. But out in the streets, Michael, and Scotty wore the same clothes the two traveled with, whatever Michael had stuffed in his lug-bag and Scotty, folded clothes from home.
"Alex, why don't you take Michael and Scotty out shopping?"
Scotty, more the conservative was shooting down the idea, Michael on the other hand, jumping with joy, the disposition of a nine year old, "Cool! Can we?"
Looking with opportunity for Alex to get away from the hospital for a few hours, Kyle extends, "C'mon Alex. You going to let them go to the party looking like that? You'll shame us! How am I ever going to be able to live with it - Scotty and Michael showing up at a high-falutin' party dressed like vagabonds?"
"Yeah, Alex," Michael readily agrees, "think of what your public is going to think... a high class fashion designer showing up with two hobos!"
"You know all you two are thinking of is yourselves," Alex suddenly changed from Jekyl to Hyde. "What do you care about Kyle, laid up here in the hospital." And then with a strong statement of decisiveness, "I'm not going to the Karlyle party and that's that!" Alex again retired to the window overlooking the parking garage, cast in the shadows of the afternoon setting sun.
It threw a downer into the young couple's upbeat attitude, especially Michael, whereas he says to Kyle, "Sorry Kyle. We do care about you, you know?"
"I know Michael. Maybe you two should go and I'll see you later. Thanks for coming."
Accepting things the way they were for now, the two departed.
"You know Alex, there's going to be times in our lives when we can't chose to be together?"
There was silence.
Kyle was tired of talking to the ceiling and raises his voice, "You want to get your butt over here Alex, so I'm not talking to the wall?"
"What?"
"You know `what' Alex!"
He knew `what' and replies, "I wish you would quit it and let things..."
"No, I'm not going to quit it, until you tell me you are really thinking about going to the Karlyle party and stop bullshitting me!"
"I'm `not' bullshitting you, okay?"
"Oh yes you are!"
"Oh yeah? How?"
"By telling me you're going to think about going to the party, when you've already shot down the idea, that's how!"
"Okay. I'm not going to the party. I don't want to go without you. Happy?"
"No," Kyle replied, but he did add a hint of reconciliation, "but at least I'm getting the truth. But I still think you should go."
Alex's long arms traveled down his thighs, down his legs, his bod folding in half on the tall stool, his head falling even with his kneecaps like he was ready to heave up a disagreeable meal. "Why do you go on and on..." and then, tired of the merry-go-round, Alex tilts his head up and stares eye-to-eye, "Would it make you happy?"
"Happy you're going to the party, but not happy because I'll miss you so much."
Then straightening up, lining his arms and elbows up with the railing, Alex let his chin be cradled in the pocket of his wrist and hand. "Okay. Maybe for real I'll think about it, but I really don't know."
It was good enough for Kyle and he reacted by saying, "Good! Get Michael on his cell phone. Maybe they didn't leave the hospital yet and you can take them shopping!"
Taking his cell phone out, Alex says, "Lobby. Remember?" He questions Kyle about using a cell in the hospital, say message pertaining to Drew.
"Well you better hurry!"
Right now the only thing Alex felt right with was making Kyle happy. For now, if taking Michael and Scotty shopping would make his lover happy, it was the thing to do.. He kissed him quickly and hustled out the door.
However, as reality set in Kyle began thinking about how alone he was going to feel from Friday afternoon, until Monday morning.
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"Hey Michael!" Alex caught up with the two outside the hospital entrance.
After the second call, Scotty acknowledges, "It `was' Alex calling us!" He grabs Michael by the arm. In serpentine fashion he drags Michael across the sidewalk surface towards the front entrance of the hospital.
"What's up Alex?" Michael asks.
"We're going shopping."
It set Michael off like a box of fireworks, "Oh cool! We're going to the party of the century?"
Hearing it said in this way, Alex thought of it in the same manner. It would be a first for him to mingle amongst some of the world's supermodels, not to mention photographers and others whom made up the entourage of the fashion industry.
"Where are we going first?"
"I don't know," Alex frankly replied.
Scotty brings up, "Didn't we see some stores on the way to Zarins the other day?"
"Right," Alex replies. However, it wasn't Kyle in the driver's seat, but rather Ellis Sinkler and his limo and even though he went to and from the Coffee Bean everyday, he was unprepared for scouting around the rest of Manhattan in search of clothing stores. "I don't know guys."
"Alex, you're losing it," Scotty said, seeing a part of Alex he hasn't seen. In the past Alex has always been the cool, calm and keeping-it-all-together guy.. Now he was showing a picture of himself not seen.
"I'm not losing it," Alex claims.
"Why don't you call Ellis and see if he can give us a lift?"
Scotty and Alex turn to Michael.
"What'd I say?" he asks them.
Alex opens his cell phone and in a few seconds Scotty is congratulating his other half on Michael bringing up such a brilliant idea.
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"There he is!" Michael says of the black limo headed in their direction.
Seeing Ellis on the other side of the street, it was too late for Alex to grab hold of Michael, keeping him from jaywalking in the middle of the block. "You know you could have gotten us all killed?" he tells Michael when he catches up to him.
"But I didn't. C'mon. Let's go. I can't wait to try on some Diesel jeans," Michael replies.
Alex tried to reason with Scotty, about Michael's bad behaviour, but Scotty put the blame back on Alex because he's the one who brought Michael home!
"Where to gents?" Ellis asks through the lowered glass between driver and passengers.
"Diesel!" Michael calls out.
"Wherever," Alex says, which meant, `sure, why not'.
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Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Kyle is cooking up some plans of his own. Waiting, after talking on the phone for five minutes in heated discussion with Dr. Azayzeh, the doctor himself enters.
"I told you Kyle..."
"I've got something to run by you, Mohamed."
When they chatted on the phone two minutes ago Dr. Azayzeh was drawing the line, telling Kyle he needed his rest and quiet. In two short minutes Kyle had dreamed up a new plan. Putting confidence in the doctor was sure he was at the same time boosting some hidden ego, which in his estimate would sway the doctor to see things his way, "You know people here at the hospital. I'm sure there is some doctor who would not mind picking up an extra twenty-five bucks an hour, plus put in a weekend moonlighting at the Karlyle Estate, taking in all the amenities of the sauna, pool, and... oh, did I mention it `must' be a male doctor?"
Sexist', if anything Mohamed thought of it, but the way in which the build up crossed over to his lower region, he was liking the details more and more! "Tell me. Would this doctor' be allowed to bring a guest?"
"Trust me Mohamed, the Karlyle Estate is like a mini-hamlet. He's got his own private hotel so-to-speak, parking galore, but he suggests limo service and amenities way beyond a sauna and pool. It's `thee' elitist hangout in the Hamptons."
"Hmm," Dr. Azayzeh replies, left arm folded across his middle, right elbow sitting the cup of his left hand, right hand feeling up his closely-cropped beard, third and fourth fingers drumming against the doc's cheek like playing a trill on a violin.
Seeing his plan might be working, Kyle asks, "So, do you have someone in mind?"
"Yes. Me!"
Kyle smiled along with Mohamed. It was the one of the very rare times he's seen him step out of the serious repose of his profession. "I suppose the guest would be Asaf?"
"Excuse me, I have to make a personal phone call!" Was his answer.
On pins and needles, Kyle couldn't wait to bestow the good news on Alex.
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"O.M.G.?" Michael questioned, his nose plastered to the smoky window of the limo as he looked out at the building where Ellis stopped in front.
"Best assortment of jeans in New York," Ellis claims.
"Do they have Diesel?" Michael confers with him.
"Diesel, Levi's... you name it - they've got it!"
It made Alex smile, Ellis' means of explaining and thinking, `What a sales pitch!'
"Afterwards we'll take a swing by Braddock's, if it interests you boys!"
Jeans Alex could pass up, but ever since his first excursion to Braddock's, he possessed a desire to be in the store at the mention of the name! "I say we skip this and head straight on over to Braddock's!"
Scotty seconded it, responding, "Sure. What does this place have where Braddock's doesn't?"
Michael sat back thinking, "Are you guys sure?"
And so it went, Ellis searching the mirrors for an out of the standing zone. An expert city driver, he swerved to the left and right, straight on course for downtown.
"Thanks for warning us," Alex says to Ellis, the three suffering the after-effects of bouncing around the back of the limo.
"No seatbelts on?" Ellis questions them, looking in the rearview.
"I thought it was fun," Michael replies, `now' following Alex, fastening himself in.
Scotty picks up on Michael's thought, "Not as much fun as Six Flags!"
"You've been there?" Michael replies.
Alex puts his dibs in, "Everybody's been to Six Flags sometime in their life!"
Taking it in stride, Michael says, "I guess my time didn't come up yet!"
"No-o-o-o!" Alex replies in quite a melodramatic manner. "You've never been to Six Flags!"
It was meant as a tease, Michael responding, reaching across Scotty and punching Alex in the chest with the knuckles of his hand.
"Owch!" Alex says, rubbing between his pecs.
Defending his lover, Scotty boasts, "Wimp!"
But Alex has the answer of all answers, "I don't know why you guys are ganging up on the one holding the `credit card'?"
Loosening his seat belt, Michael, the dashing and daring, falls across their laps on his back, brazenly lifts Alex's tee shirt and kisses him between the pecs. "There!" he says, springing back up. "I've kissed it and made it all better!"
They all get a laugh out of Scotty's outlandish jealousy, taking Michael's hand and hitting himself in the same region. Unlike Alex, he lifts Scotty's tee and does some licking of the woolly chest fabric.
"Kyle would have a field day in that forest!" Alex remarks.
Michael then sets forth comparing the couples likenesses, "Isn't it funny how you and Scotty are all hairy and Kyle and me smooth as a cucumber?"
"Cucumber, huh? Yours?" Alex jokes.
Sliding his hand down Scotty's thigh, Michael says, "Ever have an organic banana up there, Alex?"
"Don't even think it," Alex shot him down.
Scotty agrees, "Yeah. Alex doesn't swing that way."
And then from the front, stalled at a red light, Ellis asks, "Are you boys behaving yourselves back there?" If they could only see over the leather frame of the smoky glass enclosure, wide open because his fare were friends, of Ellis' hand-provoked erection, based on his eavesdropping on their wild conversation!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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