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i Was a Teenaged CuB 09 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"We can all ride in my truck," Michael told the consensus.
Chad, the friendly nurse from Davy's hospital bedside offered, if they could hang around for a half hour.
In the small coffee shop of the hospital, the trio lingered.
"So, what's the story with you and Chad, Davy?"
Bubbly, Davy replies, "Yeah, isn't he cute?"
Geoff says, "Are you sure the whack on your head didn't do something to you?"
Michael had other concerns, "How did you get the cut on your head anyway?"
Not wanting to run through the whole rigamaroll, Davy makes excuse, "Um, the cops said not to talk about it."
"Even to your own brother?" Geoff questions.
"I'm not sure, so I better not."
Both were silent, in their own minds assessing the situation, Michael finally saying, "Well okay, if that's the way it's gotta be."
"Yeah," Geoff took Michael's lead and made it his own opinion as well.
"How long we been here?" Davy asks, drumming five fingers on the table.
"Fifteen minutes, tops," Michael says, after looking at the clock on the wall.
Even though Chad said a half hour, he comes waltzing through the doorway, saying, "My buddy's covering for me. We can go."
As it wound up, Chad invites to give Davy a ride. It is also decided, mutually, after Chad states it would be easier taking care of Davy at his place. So the two, Michael and Geoff head back home together.
Geoff complains, as Michael backs out of the parking place in his truck, "Oh man!"
"What?"
Michael finds out exactly the complaint, Geoff rendering, "Can you stay with me at my place tonight?" Then the explanation, "It's never been when Davy was never there."
Except for a few days at summer camp, Michael has never been away from his place, but knew it would not be awkward explaining himself to Aunt Mary and Uncle Jim. At a light he phoned home, withholding his breath, hoping he would get Uncle Jim. Unfortunately the light turned green, so Michael says, "Here," tossing his cell phone to Geoff, while pulling over on the shoulder. Even though he knew it against the law and other people talked on their cell phones driving, he always went by the letter when it came to the law. Unfortunately, as the light hit green and he pulled over, a police car threw on his lights and made Michael his target.
Bending down for the routine, "License," he backtracks. Putting two and two together, the minutes from the Cub Club meeting, which he happened to drop in on just before going on shift, he takes the license and studies it a moment.
Michael is quick to defend himself, "I wasn't talking on my cell phone while driving, officer.
He had hoped to enforce the issue, gain a few brownie points. It helped where a rookie was concerned. Now, taking on the looks of the red-haired teen, the stomach butted up against the steering wheel and looking upon the identity of the driver, which was the same name which came up at the Cub Club meeting, he was now stunned by beauty and found himself almost salivating for a taste of the red bear-cub.
Both Michael and Geoff sweated it out. As soon as they saw flashing lights, Geoff had hit `end' on Michael's cell phone.
"I wonder what he's doing?" Geoff asks, regarding the time lapse after walking back to the patrol car.
Michael replies, after looking in the rear view, "Probably ticketing me?"
"But `you' didn't have the phone in your hand while you were driving?"
"I know, but that's not how `they' see it."
Before either knew it, the cop was standing at the window, handing Michael back his license and registration, saying, "I'm going to let you go on a warning, but next time `no phoning while driving'?"
Some relieved, it wasn't only Michael thanking the officer, Geoff leaning almost into Michael's lap, thanking him.
Pulling away from the curb, Geoff says, "Hot looking cop!"
Michael replies, "He was okay."
When they pulled from the shoulder of the road, both had already forgot about phoning Uncle Jim. Tossing the papers in Geoff's lap, he was sorting them, putting the registration back into the wallet Michael carried for his most valuable papers.
"Hey, Michael?" Geoff slurred his name into a long tone.
"What?"
"There's a ticket here."
Michael jumps to conclusion, "But I thought he wasn't going to give me a ticket?"
"He didn't. He gave you his name and telephone number!"
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"`Very' nice place you have here!" Davy said, even before they entered the front door.
Actually, he knew they weren't headed into a saltbox cabin, Chad driving through a gate which was activated by an electronic sensor inside his car, then traveling several hundred feet through some lush vegetation, with arrival at an entrance which resembles a Greek temple.
Walking in, Chad tosses the keys on a table which looked like half was invisibly embedded in the wall.
To top it off, they are greeted by another man, "Master Chad, I hadn't realized you..."
He's cut off by Chad, "You can cut the act Art. This is Davy and...."
Davy wondered, not that money didn't come into play here, but wondered, this guy hang out all day, waiting for Chad to come home? Too, how did Chad afford a place like this, elegantly furnished, obviously some expensive artwork and furniture dripping with marble, him gliding a finger over the surface.
"If you'll follow me," Art started up a staircase, like out of the movie, `Gone With The Wind', "we'll get you started on a bath, while Chad orders us up a ten course dinner?"
Joking, Davy boldly says, about the bath, "As long as you're in it?" He laughs.
No laughing matter, Art, short for Artemus, replies, "Oh, I won't miss it for the world!"
As they step into a room, entered through double doors cast inward by Art, Davy observes, "Tell me this isn't the bedroom!"
Art just laughed his ass off, saying, "Would you want me to lie to you?"
Then Davy is asking, "Where'd you go?"
Almost singing it, Art croons, "I'm in here!"
Still caught up in the elaborate arrangement or bedding, two beds which look to be no smaller than queen size, space enough for a small setting of sofas and coffee table, all composed around the focus of a fireplace, Davy takes his time walking through. Upon hearing the churning of water, he follows the sound to a door. Setting it ajar a couple of inches, he asks, "Alright if I come in?"
His hand almost on the doorknob, it's whisked out of his hand, "By all means!"
"Oh shit!" Davy exclaims when seeing the Greek man totally in the buff.
Dead serious, Art asks, "I hope you like your men hairy?" To impress a point, Art sweeps his hand down his black-furred chest and stomach.
Both of their eyes focus on the soft, hairy cock and fuzzy balls, all encased in a mass of black hair.
Being Artemus was casually about things, Davy didn't see it an imposition to handle some of the merchandise. Holding the two weighty sacs in his hand, he says, "I hope Chad is not ordering up too much food, because I could sure make a meal of these!"
From serious to disappointed, Artemus says in a lulled tone, "Oh damn!"
"What?" Davy looks up at the Greek's bearded face.
"For once I wish Chad would bring home a top!"
"Bring home? He brings home other guys here?"
Standing there, his hairy bod getting steamed over by the hot water pouring into the hot tub, Artemus counts on his fingers, "Let's see, there's me, I'm the head servant, then there's Lucky, under my guidance, but he's away at some college function, and then there's Petter van der Sklaar?" Artemus paused for Davy to get the connection. When nothing followed, "Petter had his own cooking show in some small town station, until they found out he was gay."
"He could've found someplace else?"
"Oh, it wasn't that Petter is gay. The producer found him one night at home with his partner, when he returned home from Italy a day ahead of schedule. You can imagine the implications?"
Davy says, "I suppose it would be tough sticking around in that environment."
"Say, I'm melting here and your clothes are starting to `stick'?" Already Artemus helped himself to stripping off Davy, with care taken, the shirt overhead.
While doing so, Davy vocally moaned, not from the wound to his head, but Artemus' bod creating a wet towel effect, "I think with my head feeling the way it does I'm going to be feeling more like a top!"
Thirty years old, a bit flamboyant, Artemus replies, "Oh now that would shake my little caboose!"
Shaking it as he led Davy into the steamy room, earned him a slap on the ass.
"Oh yes! Spank me Daddy!"
Davy was sore more than for what ached his head, sorry he wasn't in better condition to drop to his knees, part that hairy ass and treat Art to more than a sharp slap with his hand.
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"Thanks for staying with me Michael," Geoff says, them entering the small apartment he and Davy resided at.
With that, Michael exclaims, "Oh, I've gotta call Uncle Jim!"
"Oh yeah, here," Geoff puts the `summons' in Michael's hand.
"What do you want me to do with this?"
Geoff says, "After you call your uncle, give him a call!"
As Michael speed dials, he says, "I'm `not' calling some cop who pulled me over for a ticket!"
Uncle Jim had picked up just in time to hear the latter half, which took all of a minute for Michael to explain, then lay the news on his ears about not coming home.
"How did he take it?" Before he answers, he looks up to see Geoff standing there in briefs only. "Which part?" Michael asks.
Skipping over what was said, Geoff asks, "You going to call Seamus O'Connell?" "Who?" "The cop!"
Michael replies, "He's like a zillion years older than me, besides....."
"Age is a number, besides I thought he was really cute!"
Rolling his eyes, Michael puts the paper in his friend's hand, saying, "You call him!"
"Okay," Geoff says.
"You're `not' calling him!" Michael retrieves the yellow paper, crumbling it up and throwing it in the waste basket.
Geoff rushes across the room, rifles through the trash and removes it, saying, "You can't do that!"
"What's he gonna do? Come after me?" Michael says, stripping his tee shirt.
Suddenly sidetracked, Geoff softly says, "Oh man Michael. You've like got it all!"
Both hands rubbing his red, hairy pecs, Michael brushes both his chest and stomach, saying, "Yeah, I really like the feel of it myself."
"Want some cold pizza?" Geoff asks, already gone to the kitchen.
"Sure," Michael replies, his hands still lingering, the eighteen year old sliding his hands up his chest, his thumbs targeting his teen nips.
The doorbell rings.
"Get that Michael?" Geoff yells from the other room.
Second ring, Michael looks for his tee shirt. Third ring he's trying to turn it right side out. Next ring, he makes up his mind, for the first time in his life he's going to the door shirtless, wearing the whole shirt on one arm.
"Hi!"
Attached to the policeman's uniform was wide smile and at the extension of his hand a bouquet of flowers.
When Michael didn't say anything, Officer O'Connell says, "I know this is old-fashioned, but I brought you some flowers."
From behind Michael is heard, "Hey, those are really nice!"
Seamus smiles, releasing the flowers into Geoff's hands, saying to Michael, "I guess you can share them."
"You're still in uniform," Michael says.
"And you're `out of uniform'?"
Not wanting to push it, Seamus waited there at the door while Michael found the places in the material to put his arms and head. He was failing badly, "Here. Need some help?"
Michael, poking his head through the opening, came face to face with the officer, asking, "Did you come back for your ticket?"
"Uh, no.. I mean yes... I wanted to make sure I had written the right number down."
Another interruption, "Pizza's ready." Geoff invites, "Hey, Mr. O'Connell, you want some pizza?"
"Do I look that old?"
Michael replies, "To us teenagers you do. How old are you?"
As he walks to the kitchen, Seamus counters, "How old do you think I am?"
Geoff guesses, "Thirty-five?"
"And you?" Michael replies, "I don't know," but then formulates, "you probably had to go through college... that's four years, then the police academy and maybe you've been on the job one or two years... twenty-five?"
"Very close. I just turned twenty-six."
Serving up the pizza, Geoff informs them, "This is fresh from yesterday, after I brought it home from work. I work at the Garden Ristorante."
"I'm sure it will be fine," Seamus replies.
There's one thing Michael learned about him already, not fussy even though the pizza looked like it was made last year!
Trick question, Geoff asks, "So, which one of us did you come to visit?" He almost was sure Michael, but put his dibs in. He figured it didn't hurt, especially when they `both' thought he was hot!
As it was tricky and Seamus wasn't into hurting people, he says, "Everyone and no one. I figured I would get to know you two on your own turf."
Not that he was into `all in love and war is fair', Geoff was really into Seamus, so he pops the question, "Are you a top or bottom?"
Michael pounces right away on him, "Geoff you lame brain!" Then to the cop, "Seamus, I totally apologize for the stoopid behavior of my idiot friend, who sometimes appears to not have a brain cell left in his head?"
After a brief laugh, he sits back in his chair, arms across the middle of his uniform, Seamus tries being fair, "Actually I wouldn't mind answering. Do you want the quick and easy five second answer or the dime-store porn novel version?"
Suddenly Michael thought, `What happened?' At first Seamus seemed so cool, calm, caring... now...
"I'll take the porn version!" Geoff replies.
Laughing, Seamus says, "I'm a top."
Getting up from the half-eaten pizza, Michael says, "Well then you two should have a jolly good evening!" He leaves the room.
However, if Michael had stayed, he would have heard the rest of what was on Seamus' mind.
Excusing himself from the table, Seamus says, "Don't feel so bad, Geoff. Looks like you're not the only one missing some brain cells!"
Geoff sat there for a few seconds, conscious of what was transpiring, the obvious, Seamus on his way to apologize to Michael, too curious about the outcome to wait, so hovered nearby in the doorway.
"You think me being older, especially a cop, shouldn't pull stuff like that."
"Huh?" Michael says, lifting his head from tying a sneaker. With his jacket on, he was all ready to escape the environment he found not to his liking. Now what was he supposed to do, lifting his head to Seamus' waist in his face?
"I acted like a real jerk in there," the twenty-six year old cop bended to one knee to be at Michael's height.
Looking down at his other foot, seating the heal in the sneaker, Michael agrees, "Yeah, ya did!"
Perhaps Seamus was expecting something more in the way of forgiveness. He smiles, of the unexpected outcome, saying, "I just wanted you to know how I really stand, that when it comes down to the wire, it doesn't matter to me one way or the other who's a top or a bottom?"
"Great," Michael replies. He was copasetic, with the police officer excusing himself out of his actions, but there was one major focus on why Michael showed no interest... he wasn't interested. Rising off the sofa, Michael says, "I'm really glad you feel that way Seamus and I hope, before you set about giving people false hopes, you stop to think about it!"
Still on one knee, like in proposal, Seamus stay affixed, watching Michael head for the door and leave, already thinking this eighteen year old put him to shame!
"Nice position, if you're into it!"
His chin sweeping back over his shoulder, Seamus faces Geoff's waistline. "What?" he asks like he didn't understand, but in reality his mind was still set a few seconds in the past.
Hands on his torso, Geoff says, "It's a damn shame you're all about wanting a guy just because he's got red hair. I guess you Irish guys like to stick together!" After stating his theory, Geoff's hand grazed the top of Seamus' red, hairy mane.
"This has nothing to do with either one!"
"Oh that's cool," Geoff says with attitude, "then what's so fuckin' wrong with me?"
"You? Nothing's wrong with you," Seamus replies.
Sinking to Seamus' level, Geoff says, "I told Michael before I thought you were hot?"
"What'd he say?" Seamus looked for a ray of hope, like Michael thought so too.
"He didn't think anything either way."
"Really?" Seamus replies. "Hmm... What did he say?"
"I told you," Geoff replies, daring to reach forward and unbutton the already opened collar of Seamus' uniform.
Grabbing up Geoff's hands in his one, Seamus questions, "What are you doing, Geoff?"
"Sorry," Geoff says, slipping his hands from Seamus' person. "I thought maybe you and me could.... never mind."
"Nah, don't be... sorry."
"Why?" Geoff asks.
"I know I'm trying to hide something. I got ticked off at somebody... what they said and..."
"You hit them?" Geoff replies, standing, which made Seamus stand too.
"No, not at all. I threatened to quit, which I shouldn't have done, on account of they pulled rank over experience, hiring a new detective."
Geoff asks, "So you quit or didn't quit?"
"As it turns out," Seamus follows Geoff back to the kitchen, "me, the person with the more experience, got the job."
"That's great," and looking Seamus in the eyes, saying it like he's known him for centuries, "I'm really happy for you Seamus."
"It's kind of partially why I'm here today.... tonight."
Geoff had started cleaning up the pizza mess, Seamus lending a hand, gathering all the uneaten crusts and stashing them in the box, Geoff putting glasses in the sink.
"And?" Geoff asks curiously.
"It means a nice raise for me and it so happens the detective bureau of the police department is highly regarded. I got to figuring maybe it's time I thought about somebody to share my success with."
He had stopped with his back to the refrigerator, Geoff a few feet away. In the time which has passes, between Michael's departure and now, Seamus has altered his thoughts. Looking down upon himself, he says, "Y'know Geoff, it's kind of hot in this kitchen?"
Slowly pacing his way over to standing in front of Seamus, Geoff resumes the unbuttoning, which is allowed this time, "You know what they say?"
"What?" Seamus requires, as Geoff opens the shirt, exposing the bright red fur.
"If it's too hot in the kitchen, get out!"
"That's not the way I heard it," Seamus replies.
Pulling the shirt out of the pants, Geoff asks, "Do you really need the exact words?"
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
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