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When I returned home from my shopping expedition, George had made cream of mushroom soup for lunch which he served with the warm rolls I'd bought, followed by an Asian `taste' platter of won tons, vegetable spring rolls and curry puffs, each with their own dipping sauces.
George and I watched in amusement as the Asian taste' platter turned into a waste' platter; it was empty in less than two minutes. When George returned to the kitchen to replenish the plate, I casually asked Scott, "You heard from Simon lately?"
"Nah, he's never returned my calls or texts. I guess he doesn't want to stay in touch," Scott replied glumly as he wandered into the lounge room.
"Who's Simon?" Lachlan asked.
"Long story," I smiled. "A guy we met on the Sunshine Coast when we had that break earlier in the year. He and Scott hit it off pretty well."
"Hit it off like you and Ty `hit it off'?"
"That's a conversation for you to have with Scott, some other time," I replied. "Right now, you need to get ready for your massage. Your therapist will be here in 10."
"What do I wear?" Lachlan asked innocently.
"You serious?" I asked. "You've never had a massage before?"
"Nope".
I smiled. "Massage is normally done naked, mate," I told him. "Just tie a towel around your waist and it'll be draped over your ass for the massage."
"I'll need some help getting undressed, mate," Lachlan blushed.
"Scott!" I called. "Can you help Lachlan get ready for his massage?"
Scott came bounding into the room, grinning from ear to ear. "Come on Lach," he giggled, steering his brother towards his room. "Let's get you nekkid!"
Five minutes later, Scott returned and gave me the thumbs up. "He's good to go!" he chuckled as he wandered off to his own room.
I sat on the couch flicking through some case notes when the doorbell rang at precisely 1pm. I opened it to find an extremely pretty girl, shorter than I imagined, carrying an impossibly large collapsed massage table.
"Hi!" she beamed, holding out her hand. "I'm Ellie."
"Hi, I'm Mike," I replied, shaking her hand and trying to wrestle the table from her.
"No, I've got it," she assured me. "It's OK."
Inside the house, I offered her a wine or a coffee, both of which she declined. I handed her an envelope with $150 cash inside, showed her to Lachlan's room, introduced them and then made my exit. For the next 40 minutes, I sat on the couch reading "Something To Tell You" and listening to an Annie Lennox CD. I was distracted every now and again by contended sighs from down the hall. Someone was being relaxed.
At 1:45pm, on the dot, Scott appeared and, after turning the sound system down, joined me on the couch.
"I'm here for the fireworks!" he smirked.
"What?"
"Well, the tug job's probably gonna happen in the last quarter of an hour," he announced, as if he had some idea of how these things worked. "And I can talk you through the final moments!"
"You're fuckin' weird, you know that?" I sighed.
"Yeah", he grinned. "I know. Now listen ..."
Sure enough, I could hear muted grunts of pleasure, the sounds that customarily accompany a relaxing, satisfying massage. Scott's face was all smiles and he held up a hand and brought it down like a flag fall when the relaxed grunts turned to a gasp.
"Rub-a-dub-dub!" Scott giggled.
"You dirty little perve!" I laughed.
"Shhhh!"
Gradually, Lachlan's gasp turned into a series of pants accompanied by groans that quickly turned into ever louder moans, as though Lachlan was being slowly but exquisitely tortured which, come to think of it, he probably was.
"I'd say we're about 30 seconds to blast off!" cackled Scott.
"How do you know that?" I asked incredulously.
"When Lachie was 17, I had the room next to his. I had to listen to this soundtrack every fucking night. I got to know his pattern!"
Shortly after, as the noises Lachlan was making became more animalistic, Scott began the countdown. "10 ... 9 ... 8... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ..."
The moans melded into one long animalistic growl ... "4 ... 3 ... 2 ..."
A strangled cry rang out, and Scott punched his fist in the air. "And thar he blows!!"
George opened the kitchen door and stuck his head through to speak to us. "Is someone hurting the dog, sir?" he asked.
Scott's expression made me laugh. "Nah, Scruffy's fine, George!" he snorted. "But I think the chicken's been choked!"
A few minutes later, I heard Ellie making a quick call in the hallway, presumably to Mrs. Archer, and then she was back in the entrance foyer, smiling sweetly and ready to leave.
"All done!" she chirped.
I showed her to the door and thanked her profusely. She smiled warmly again and as she flicked back her long dark hair, she mentioned that Lachlan had booked her for the following morning. I couldn't help my look of surprise.
"Really?" I asked. "Well you must've done a great job then! See you tomorrow!"
I gave Lachie enough time to compose himself before wandering down to his bedroom. He was sitting up in bed wearing the same loveable, goofy Hill grin that all the brothers wore when they were sheepish.
"So," I asked, "how was the massage?"
"Mate," he grinned. "You have no idea ..."
"Yeah, I think I do!"
"Did you, ah, know it was gonna be that kind of massage?"
"Well, I didn't know for sure," I smirked. "Had a hunch though. You're kinda hard to resist!"
"Mate, she's fucking gorgeous!" Lachlan enthused. "I mean, aside from the, ah, extras. She's just beautiful. A really nice girl. And real interesting ..."
"So you feeling relaxed now?"
"Man, this is the best I've felt for weeks!" he chuckled. "I sure needed that!"
"Ellie tells me she'll be back tomorrow morning?"
"Yeah, if that's OK with you? I'll pay ..."
"Of course it's OK with me. Your Mum made me promise you'd be well taken care of, mate! And I reckon Ellie's taking real good care!"
"Fuck!" he laughed. "Can you imagine if Mum knew? I'd be in the naughty corner for a month!"
Scott scurried into the room and slid into bed next to his brother. "You're lookin' pretty happy with yourself, Lach!" he giggled.
"Yeah, the massage was great," Lachlan replied.
"Did she relax all of your stiff muscles?" Scott snickered.
Lachlan clouted Scott with his forearm. "Ya dirty little worm!" he sneered, and looking at me he added, "Does he know?"
"Afraid so, mate!" I smirked. "If I hadn't had a CD on, I think the neighbours woulda known too. Poor George thought someone was hurting Scruffy!"
Scott snuggled into Lachlan and kissed his cheek. "I did the countdown!" he grinned. "You're so fuckin' predictable Lach!"
"OK guys," I said. "I've got stuff to do. Scott, you need to get Lachlan dressed by 2 so he's ready for his 3 o'clock appointment at the Prince Of Wales. "We'll leave about 2.30."
"Yes sir!" saluted Scott. "At least this time I'll probably be able to stuff his cock in his pants without getting smacked by it!"
I left Lachlan and Scott to their brotherly bantering, grabbed a coffee and disappeared into the study to make a couple of important calls, the first to Simon Miller, and the second to the most important guy in my world.
"Hey Simon!" I said when he picked up the call. "It's Mike Stewart."
"Hey, hi Mike," he replied, sounding a little ... tentative?
"I bumped in to your Mum and Dad this morning."
"Yeah, I know." Still he sounded tentative.
"Everything OK?"
"Yeah, I think."
"Well, I was calling to see if you'd like to swing by our new place tomorrow for lunch, as a bit of a surprise for Scott? If you're not doing anything, I mean ..."
The relief in his voice was tangible. "Really," he responded, suddenly enthusiastic. "I'd love to come! Thanks!"
"You OK?" I asked.
"Well, I thought you were calling to chew me out."
"Why would I do that?"
"Well I promised you I wouldn't mention Tyson," he said. "And when I was in New York and read about his other brother in that bomb blast, I desperately wanted to get in touch with Scott and I didn't have his number anymore. So I tried Tyson's website and I couldn't send a message ..."
"So?" I questioned.
"So I had to tell Mum and Dad why I wanted to get in touch with you so urgently and I had to mention Tyson," he blurted. "I broke my promise to you and I thought you'd be pissed off."
"Mate," I laughed. "You didn't break any promise. The promise was you wouldn't mention that we were renting that house on the Coast and Ty was staying there. And you were true to your word."
"Thanks Mike!" Simon sighed. "I've been feeling bad all day."
"It's all cool, mate," I assured him. "So, lunch at 1 tomorrow?" I added before giving him the address.
"Hey Mike?" he asked. "Has Scott like, said anything about me? Do you think he, ah, missed me maybe?"
"Truthfully? He hasn't talked about you. But Scott doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve, as you know. I did ask him yesterday if he'd heard from you, and he said he figured you weren't interested anymore. But if you ask me, I reckon he's missed you a lot."
"Fuck, that's a relief," Simon exclaimed. "I missed him like you wouldn't believe, thought about him every day. I can't wait to see him tomorrow!"
"I don't know what your plans are," I said, "but you're welcome to stay if you've got nothing else planned. Ty's on tour as you know, so it's me, Scott, Lachlan and George."
"Thanks Mike!" he chuckled. "That'd be great. See you tomorrow."
The next call was to Ty and I managed to catch him in his Canberra hotel room.
"G'day mate!" he gushed down the line. "I was just gonna call you!"
"Hey guy," I returned with equal enthusiasm. "I'm missing you like fuck!"
Ty laughed. "Yeah, me too mate!"
"I read the review in the `Canberra Times' online," I said. "The concert last night went off!"
"Yeah, it was fantastic," he said. "Canberra crowds can be a bit quiet, but they sure screamed their nuts off last night!"
"The photo they published was pretty hot, too," I said. "But I reckon your Dad's right – you can see which side you dress on!"
"Just as well I wasn't thinking of you at the moment the photo was taken, or they'd have seen a whole lot more on the side I dress on!"
In the background I heard a voice call "Can you two cut the gay shit?"
"Hey!" I chuckled. "Give Vince a big kiss from me!"
Ty laughed. "He's here and we've been talking about you mate," he said. "We need to deal with some business shit, so I was gonna ring and suggest a conference call. You OK for me to patch this through to a three-way so we can sort it all out now?"
"Depends how long it'll take, mate," I responded. "I've gotta get Lachlan to the Prince Of Wales by 3."
"Well, let's do it later then," he said. "It'll take a while. How's Lach?"
"He's doing great mate!" I assured him, and then went on to fill him in on Lachlan's visit from the masseuse.
"So Lachie finally got his rocks off??" Ty laughed. "Woo hoo!!"
In the background I heard Vince again. "What the fuck is going on in that house?"
I relayed my chance meeting with Rob and Jill, and let Ty know that Simon was coming for lunch the next day.
"Fuck mate, sounds like everyone's gonna be getting some except me!" he laughed.
"And me!" I shot back. "I had a fuck toy once, but he left me and now he's running around in front of thousands of people every night, showing them which side he dresses on!"
"Man, I'm sorry to hear that!" Ty countered. "Let me take your mind off it. I can arrange a couple of tickets for Tyson Hill's concert in Brisbane ..."
"Nah," I chuckled. "He's cute, sure, but he fuckin' loves himself. I'll just wait for my guy to come home ..."
"So, can we do the business shit later?" he asked.
"Yeah mate, call me at 5. We'll be back from the hospital by then and I'll have an hour or two before George rings the dinner bell!"
"Love you mate!"
"Love you more!"
Scott and I sat in the waiting room at the Prince Of Wales while Lachlan was seeing Dr. Romek, the surgeon who'd operated on him and had supervised his recovery.
I took advantage of the waiting time to casually mention Simon again.
"I rang him heaps and left messages, but he never rang back," Scott mumbled.
"Maybe he lost his phone?"
"He could've emailed."
"Your email address might only have been in his phone."
"Well then he could've rung you to get it."
"He doesn't have my number."
"Why does it bother you?"
"It doesn't bother me. I just thought you guys seemed like you wanted to stay in touch."
"Well I did. But he obviously didn't."
I was about to push the subject when the consulting room door opened and, to our great surprise, Lachlan walked out holding up two unbandaged wrists and hands.
"Way to go Lachie!" Scott cheered.
"Mate," said a beaming Lachie, "this feels so good. I can move my hands. And I can feel things!"
"Yeah, and I bet I know what you'll be feeling!" Scott snickered.
"Asshole," Lachlan shot back. "Mike, this is Dr. Romek. Julian, this is my mate Mike."
I shook hands with Lachlan's surgeon. "So it looks like everything's good?" I asked hopefully.
"Yes," nodded the doc. "Lachlan has made a very good recovery. It'll take a few days before he regains the full strength in his hands. He just needs to take it easy."
"Hey, thanks Doc, really," said Lachlan, extending his hand.
The doctor chuckled. "You won't be shaking hands for a few days," he smiled, as he clapped Lachlan on the back. "In a week or so, you'll be back to doing everything you could always do with your hands."
Scott snickered again.
Lachlan rolled his eyes. "That's my disgusting little brother Scott," he said to Dr. Romek. "He's still at that age where everything's one big dick joke."
"Hey!" Scott protested, suddenly embarrassed.
"Lachlan, call me if you have any problems," smiled Dr. Romek. "Otherwise, we'll do a check-up in three months. My secretary will call and make an appointment."
We said our goodbyes, and Lachlan punched the air and did small dances all the way back to the car.
"Hey Scott, you wanna know the best thing about getting back the use of my hands?"
"What?"
"I can slap you across the head again!"
Lachlan and Scott bickered all the way home in the car, but I really knew things were almost back to normal when Scott helped his brother out of the car and up the stairs, even though assistance wasn't required.
As soon as they were inside, Lachlan challenged Scott to a game of pool, his first grapple with a pool cue for many months.
"Bit first, I'm gonna have a piss!" Lachlan laughed. "By myself!!"
I made myself a gin and tonic and sat on the balcony waiting for Ty's call, which came right on 5pm.
"Mike," he greeted me. "How's Lach? I tried to call him but his phone's on divert."
"He's great, mate," I enthused back. "The bandages came off today, which we weren't expecting!"
"Hey, he can have a wank!"
I heard Vince's groan in the background.
"Fuck, you're so like Scott!" I laughed. "The two of them are shooting some pool. I'll put Lachlan on when we're done if you like?"
"Great!" Ty replied. "Fuck I miss you Mike!"
Before I could respond, Vince cut in. "You can do the faggot stuff later," he said. "Let's get the business stuff sorted first."
"OK Vince," I chuckled. "As long as you allow some time for us to do soppy."
Vince sighed. "OK, the deal is, we made $1.8 mil from the benefit concert, after recoupment."
"Less than I though," I said, surprised.
"There were a lot of outgoings," Vince explained. "Venue costs, staff, production, advertising, catering, insurances, crew wages. It's still a fuckin' whack of money."
"I'm not complaining!" I laughed.
"So what we're thinking is that $800,000 should be divided between the two families of Lachlan's mates."
"What about the million?"
"Well, Ty thinks maybe we should use that to start an educational trust fund for the kids of all the diggers who die in Afghanistan."
"Fuck, what a great idea," I whistled.
Ty cut in. "We'll do a big concert every year to top up the coffers and we'll make it something that the public can donate to as well, if they want. That way, kids whose Dads die at war can at least get a good education. What do you think?"
"I think it's a fantastic idea, mate!" I told him. "And Lachlan will be stoked!"
"I'll call him when we finish this call," Ty replied.
"So Mike, we need you to contact the Department of Defence and find out what protocols are involved," Vince instructed. "And then do whatever has to be done to make it all official."
"What do we call it?" I asked. "The Tyson Hill Memorial Educational Trust sounds good ..."
"No mate," Ty jumped in. "I don't want a name association. Just make it generic."
"Mike," sighed Vince. "Can you tell him it'd look good for him to be the one to do this?"
"Nah, sorry Vince," I said. "It's Ty's call."
"OK," said Vince, sighing again. "So that's that one. The other thing is, the accountants have told Ty he needs to offload some money by making some investments because he's too cashed up, and the Tax Office is circling."
"What do you have in mind?"
"I want to buy some property," Ty interjected.
"Property's good," I nodded.
"Yeah, but can you tell him to buy some useful property?" groaned Vince.
Ty ignored the sarcasm. "Mate, I want to buy a place in Stanthorpe," he said.
"Stanthorpe?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah, Stanthorpe," Ty bit back. "There's a place up for sale now and I want it. I went to school with this kid called Richard. We were good mates, but his Dad was a pompous prick. They lived in this great big house and had scads of money, and old man Shaw looked down his nose at my Mum and Dad, and he didn't like Richie hangin' out with me."
"And it's his house that's for sale?" I asked.
"You got it," Ty stated. "And mate, you don't know how much I'd love him to know that poor little Tyson Hill bought his great big fucking house and helped him out of his financial mess."
"Not sure that's the right reason to invest in property, mate," I cautioned.
"I know, Mike," Ty argued persuasively. "But it's less than $700,000 and it's fucking massive. Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, two double garages. It's made of hand bolstered sandstone and the timber work is Cypress pine, there's a Tasmanian Oak stairway, a granite kitchen, two sheds, solar power. It's awesome."
"But it's in Stanthorpe," I said. "What's the return likely to be?"
"Fuck the return!" Ty whined. "I can buy it, put tenants in and negative gear it. And one day, when the farm gets too much for Mum and Dad, they can live there. They've not had many luxuries in their life and when they finally stop working, I want them to enjoy life. They'll never leave Stanthorpe, so this means I can give them something fantastic for their old age. Pleeeeease Mike."
"Mate," I laughed. "It's your money. If that's what you want to do, then I can try to make it happen."
"Can you tell that to Mr. Twenty Percent?"
"Whatever!" Vince sighed. "But for the same money, you could buy a small office block in the suburbs. Or a shop. Better returns."
"I'm sending you a link to the house," Ty said. "Can you contact the agents and make an offer? Just don't mention my name. Yet!"
"I'll have a look, mate," I said. "Easy! What's next?"
"That's it, I think," said Ty. "Tour's almost finished. Just Perth to go for two nights, then we do two nights in Brisbane and then I'm done!"
"I can't wait to have you home again Ty," I smiled.
"Why? Whatcha gonna do to me?"
"Oh for fuck's sake," Vince groaned. "Can you two just give it a rest?"
"Well, I'm gonna start by ripping your clothes off," I continued. "And then I'm gonna lick you all over ..."
"Jesus Christ!" Vince sighed. "I'm outta here. I'll catch you for dinner at 8, Ty. You know you two are never gonna go to Heaven, don't you?"
"Yeah, Vincey!" Ty laughed. "You know Heaven has a whole wing for gay people now, don't you? The décor's fantastic, apparently, and they play Judy Garland records 24/7 ..."
I'm sure I heard Vince mumble "faggots" as Ty started to sing "Somewhere over the rainbow ..." and then the door slammed.
Ty breathed into the phone, "Hey mate, you know when you said you were gonna lick me all over? Is that really gonna happen?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm gonna do so much more than that!" I smirked, before hanging up.
To take my mind off the hot sex that would have to wait until Ty got home, I looked online at the property he was keen to buy; not a bad purchase, long-term. I made a note of the agent's name and number before heading to help George make dinner. I'd not cooked for a while and I was feeling like being creative in the kitchen.
With time up our sleeves, we agreed we'd make something that strayed from the Hill family staple of meat and three veg, or pasta. Once we'd decided the courses we got the ingredients ready and started to cook. I opened up to George about the things Ty, Vince and I had discussed, because George, I'd found, had a completely impartial view of the business side of our lives. I was reassured by his positive response to both ideas.
By the time the boys joined us for dinner, we'd created what we believed was a masterpiece; globe artichoke and parsnip soup, millefeuilles of blue cheese and cauliflower tempura, butternut pumpkin fritters with zucchini, onion, tomato and capsicum salsa, followed by caramelised spice pear with chocolate mint mousse.
So pleased were we with what we'd served up that we both turned a blind eye when Lachlan and Scott scraped the salsa off the fritters and covered them with ketchup. Well, almost a blind eye; George rolled his eyes.
I woke on Sunday morning when George knocked on the door at 8, and stuck his head into the room.
"Good morning, sir," he said chirpily. "You breakfast is ready but I thought perhaps you might like to have it with the boys in Lachlan's room. They're eating already!"
My morning glory pointed the way as I trundled to the bathroom and took a leak. I threw on some shorts and a tee shirt and headed down the corridor to Lachlan's room where, sure enough, Scott was in bed with him. I grinned when I saw Lachlan holding his coffee cup in one hand and a buttered muffin the other.
"Now there's a sight for sore eyes!" I chuckled as I sat on a bedside chair and George handed me a plate of food and a coffee.
"Yeah, the little baby can eat all by himself now!" Scott snickered.
"Shut up, asshole!" Lachlan grinned as he lightly slapped Scott across the back of the head.
"Mate," I said, as we chomped our way through muffins. "Scott and I sometimes go for a run on the beach with Scruffy and I was thinking maybe you might like to join us today?"
Lachlan chuckled. "Don't know how fit I am, after spending so much time in bed!"
"Tell you what," I replied. "We'll run one way for 10 minutes and then walk back? Ease you back into it!"
"Sounds good to me!" Lachlan agreed, throwing back the covers and swinging his legs off the side of the bed so he was sitting naked in front of me. He padded to his wardrobe and rummaged. "Don't think I've got any running shorts," he sighed.
"You can borrow a pair of mine, Lach!" piped Scott, who darted off to find them.
While he waited, Lachlan stood in the doorway of his wardrobe and chatted; like his brothers, completely at ease with being naked. I tried not to look, but it was difficult not to admire the splendid specimen before me.
As I'd observed before, naked, Lachlan was very similar to Ty. The same broad shoulders, the same muscled arms, and a six pack that any gym bunny would be proud off. Both had flat stomaches, and Lachlan's treasure trail led to a spectacular slab of meaty man flesh like his brother sported, arcing over a pair of generously- sized, low-hanging love apples.
"We'll be home before 11, yeah?" Lachlan asked, snapping me out of my reverie.
"Yes mate," I laughed. "I'll have you and Anaconda back in your room in plenty of time for Nurse Ellie's treatment!"
Scott scampered back into the room and tossed a pair of running shorts at his brother, hitting him in the side of the head.
"Asshole!" Lachlan grizzled, as he pulled them on. Five minutes later we were pounding the sand with a barking Scruffy leading the way. Lachlan may have been a little breathless after 10 minutes of hard running, but he managed to keep up ...
We were back home just after 10 and while Lachlan and Scott headed off to take their showers, I took a call from a colleague at my office who was phoning to double check some of the finer details of the educational trust fund that Ty had asked our company to establish for the children of Australian soldiers who were casualties of the war in Afghanistan.
It was 10.30 by the time I finished the call and I high-tailed it to my en suite to grab a shower. I was standing under the spray soaping myself when Lachlan wandered in and asked for more details of the plan Ty had outlined to him for the money from the benefit concert. As he leaned against the vanity and I filled in him on Ty's plans, Scott strolled in and sat on the toilet lid eating an apple.
I'd just finished explaining how the educational trust fund might work as I washed my hair, when George wandered in carrying a pile of fresh towels.
"Jesus!" I laughed. "Would someone like to invite the neighbours in to watch me shower as well?"
Without missing a beat, George stood holding an unfolded towel for me and said, "The man next door is fishing today and I believe he has all the worms he needs."
His comment met with the expected snicker from Scott, and between chuckles Lachlan said, "Mate, you wouldn't wanna be in the Army! You can't piss or crap in private, you share the showers with a dozen or more other guys and you can't even have a toss in peace!"
"Hey!" giggled Scott. "I think I'll enlist!"
Lachlan looked at me. I looked at George. George said, "Allow me, sir" and slapped Scott across the back of the head, before the three of them filed out of the bathroom and left me alone to dry myself and get dressed.
It was almost 11, which meant Ellie would be arriving any minute to lend Lachlan a hand, and George and I had only two hours to prepare lunch before Simon arrived to surprise Scott.
I had just finished discussing the menu options with George when the front doorbell rang. I was walking to answer it when I spied Scott in the hallway, in earshot of Lachlan, doing an exaggerated impersonation of the sounds Lachlan had made the previous day as Ellie's handiwork had taken him closer and closer to orgasm.
"Uh, uh, uh, arrrrgh" he mock-groaned and all I could do to stop him was chuck the tea-towel I had in my hand at him.
"Shut the fuck up, you little shit," I heard Lachlan hiss as I opened the door.
"Ellie!" I smiled.
"Hi Mike!" she smiled back, as she dragged her massage table into the foyer.
"I think someone's gonna be glad to see you!"
"Really?" she beamed.
"Oh yeah!" I chuckled.
"Lachie's so sweet," she said sincerely. "Really, he's such a lovely guy."
"Yeah, he's been doing it tough, so it's good to see him getting his life back to normal."
"So, what's the story if you don't mind me asking? This is your place?"
"I share this place with Lachlan's brother."
"You mean that young guy I saw yesterday? Scott?"
"No. There's an older brother. He's away at the moment."
"Lachie didn't mention another brother ..."
"Yeah, there's three of them. The family home's in Queensland but Lachlan was hospitalised in Sydney and it's just been easier for him to stay here for treatment."
"He hasn't said anything about his injuries," Ellie reflected. "Just that he's a soldier and he had an accident."
"He was injured in action in a bomb blast in Afghanistan," I said.
"That's terrible," she frowned. "You mean something like that incident recently where two soldiers were killed and a third one ended up seriously wounded?"
"Yeah, something like that," I replied. "Anyway, best not keep the Lance Corporal waiting!"
"Thanks Mike," Ellie smiled, as I handed her an envelope of cash. This time she let me carry her massage table down the hall to Lachlan's room. As I walked in I said, "Here ya go, mate. Time for a little relaxation therapy!"
Ignoring me, Lachlan's face lit up when his masseuse walked in behind me. "Hey Ellie!" he grinned. "It's great to see you!"
"Hi Lachie!" she bubbled in returned. "It's good to see you, too! Hey, no bandages!"
"Yeah, they're finally off!!" Lachlan beamed, waving his arms over his head. "It's the best feeling."
I felt awkward standing in the middle of these two, who were grinning at one another and clearly keen to get on with the massage. "OK," I shrugged. "I guess I'm just in the way ..."
"Yeah, thanks Mike," said Lachlan, waving me out of the door without taking his eyes off Ellie. "Later ..."
I closed the door behind me and heard giggling as I made my way back down the hall to the kitchen. George had already made an awesome-looking apple and pear crumble which he would serve with cinnamon ice- cream. We divided the rest of the lunch preparation chores; George would make a savoury tart of goat's cheese, baked fig and caramelised onion, and an Autumn salad of Parma ham, grilled pear, pomegranates, walnuts, fried mozzarella and raspberry dressing. I was put in charge of the potato au gratin, pan-fried spinach and shaved Grana Padano, and steamed string beans.
We busied ourselves with a bench full of ingredients, to a soundtrack of some heavy rock that Scott was watching on one of the music channels in the lounge. George and I smiled at one another when we heard Ty's "Until You Came Along" blasting from the TV set.
I glanced at the clock when Scott suddenly killed the sound; it was 11:45. I suspected the younger brother was preparing to do the older brother climax countdown. Sure enough, a few minutes later we heard the muffled sounds of a healthy young man about to chuck his muck. As the moans subsided, Scott stuck his head around the kitchen door to give us two thumbs up, and was rewarded with an oven mitt to the head, propelled by George.
The food was well underway the next time I glanced at the clock; 12.35, and Ellie still hadn't emerged from Lachlan's bedroom. I was grinding coffee when she poked her head around the door. Was she looking flushed, or was it my imagination?
"I'm on my way, Mike," she smiled.
I stopped what I was doing and walked her to the front door.
"I'll be back tomorrow," she said, before quickly adding, "Lachie seems to be responding well to the massage."
"It certainly seems that way!" I laughed.
"I'm not charging for the follow-up," she assured me. "And you might need to check it, but because Lachie has a pre-existing condition, the costs so far are probably claimable from his health fund."
"There's one pre-existing condition that no longer seems to be a problem," I thought to myself. Instead I said, "I'll look into it. See you tomorrow. Same time?"
"Yes, 11am," Ellie replied, before disappearing down the steps with her table.
Back in the kitchen, Scott was hovering, looking for the chance to nick food whenever George's back was turned. When George was checking in the fridge to see if the wine was chilled enough, Scott attempted to snaffle a piece of ham from the salad.
"Don't even think of stealing ham," said George, without turning around.
"How does he do that?" Scott asked me incredulously.
"Eyes in the back of his head, mate!"
The door swung open and Lachlan joined us, now fully dressed and looking completely relaxed. Nothing like losing a load to put a boy in a tranquil frame of mind.
"I'm starving!" he grinned. "What's for lunch?"
"Don't be greedy Lach!" Scott laughed. "You've already had a stomach pancake ..."
"Shut up asshole!" Lachlan shot back good-humouredly.
"We're eating on the balcony," I told them. "Go sit and I'll bring some beers and wine."
"Table's set for four," Lachlan observed. "You joining us, George?"
Before George could answer, the doorbell rang. George and I exchanged a quick glance before I said, "Can you get that Scott?"
I'd have loved to have been in the lounge to see the look of surprise on Scott's face when he opened the door to Simon, but I figured I'd give them their moment.
While we couldn't see anything, we certainly heard the excitement as the two young men hugged and high- fived. Lachlan looked at me quizzically. "It's Scott's mate Simon," I explained. "Long story, but they lost touch and then I bumped into Simon's parents in Double Bay. Thought I'd surprise Scott by asking him to lunch."
The kitchen door swung open and in burst a very excited Scott followed by an equally exultant Simon, looking as handsome as ever.
"Hey Mike, you didn't tell me you knew Simon was in town!" Scott chirped.
"Must've forgotten!" I laughed.
"Lach, this is Simon," Scott introduced. "Simon, this is my brother Lachie."
The two men shook hands and Simon was quick to say, "It's great to meet you Lachie. I hope you're much better now?"
"Thanks mate," Lachlan replied. "I'm almost back to normal."
Simon hesitated. "I was, ah, really sorry to hear about your mates. That was just, like, the worst."
"Yeah, thanks mate," Lachlan said softly. "Anyway, how's about a beer?"
We all made our way to the table and sat, as George started serving the feast.
"This looks fantastic," Simon grinned. "You're the best cook, George!"
George handed Lachlan, Simon and me a plate each of savoury tart and, as a sight gag, put a slice of bread and a glass of water in front of Scott.
Simon looked baffled.
"George hates me!" Scott sighed, before keeping the joke going by eating the slice of bread with his knife and fork.
Scott and Scott had a lot of catching up to do, sharing their respective news; Lachlan's recuperation, Simon's mugging in New York, the success of Ty's album, the tour and the benefit concert. Lachlan and I sat and smirked as the two boys talked nonstop through lunch. For once, Scott wasn't the first at the table to finish his meal.
We all made short work of George's apple and pear crumble and, once the boys had helped clear the dishes, they hit the beach with Scruffy in tow, while Lachlan and I shot some pool. As usual, I was completely `snookered'; another thing the Hill brothers had in common was their skill with a billiard cue.
Mid-afternoon, sunny skies drew us to the balcony and as George was pouring us a wine, Scott and Simon returned from their beach trip wet and covered in sand. They made for the sliding doors but were headed off at the pass by George.
"You won't be traipsing sand through the lounge room, gentlemen," he said sternly. "Get `em off!"
"You just wanna check out our asses," Scott giggled.
As George slapped him across the back of his head, he and Simon dropped their shorts, wiped their sandy feet on the mat and scampered into the house. Scruffy was not so lucky. All it took was George mentioning the word "bath" and Scruffy was under the table, trying in vain to be invisible behind Lachlan's legs. Collared and leashed, the condemned canine was led away to the laundry.
"Simon seems like a nice guy," Lachlan commented.
"Yeah, he's a great kid," I replied.
"Does he, um, know about you and Ty?" Lachlan asked.
"He does, but Ty and I both trust him. He's cool."
A while later, after explaining how Simon had helped Ty settle on the artwork for `Hill Songs', I went off to find the printed artwork files to show Lachlan how the cover had originally been submitted and how it ended up. I opened the door of Ty's music room to be confronted by Simon and Scott getting hot and heavy on the couch. Neither had dressed after their shower, and Scott's hand was up to no good under the towel around Simon's waist.
"Ah, it might be an idea for you guys to go somewhere a little more private," I suggested, and both boys dutifully darted off in the direction of Scott's room.
I'd only been back on the balcony for five minutes when Simon appeared, and rummaged through the overnight bag he'd left on balcony. Triumphantly he grinned at me as he held up his and Scott's "Fuck Off!" version of a `Do Not Disturb' sign.
"You kept it?" I chuckled.
"Yeah, it's reminder of the great time I had on the coast. See you guys later!"
When Simon disappeared, Lachlan asked, "What was that all about?"
"You don't wanna know, mate," I assured him.
"Did he have a boner under that towel?"
"I believe he did!"
"Jesus!"
Late in the afternoon, Lachlan and I took the freshly washed and groomed Scruffy for a walk around the streets of Point Piper or, more to the point, Scruffy took us for a walk. He was excited by so many trees and lamp-posts to piss on ...
Back at the house, we crashed on the couch and flicked on the TV to watch the weekend news. George emerged from the kitchen with a platter of cheeses, fruit and nuts and, as always, the whiff of food reached Scott's room and within seconds, he and Simon had joined us. They certainly looked very pleased with themselves, I noted.
Talk turned to what make and model Scott should buy for his first car, and Lachlan and Simon got into an animated discussion about Mazda versus Mitsubishi. Their involvement meant Scott had the platter to himself and needless to say, it was cleared in record time.
We all stopped talking and looked at one another when the doorbell rang. George answered it and returned with Ellie, who apologised profusely for the interruption but she'd left her purse in Lachlan's room.
As soon as he saw her, Lachlan's face lit up. He jumped to his feet and, to my surprise, kissed her before introducing her to Simon. Pleasantries exchanged, they disappeared to Lachlan's room to get the purse and we returned to further discussion about cars.
As the TV news came to a close, I glanced at my watch; 6.30pm. Still no Lachlan and Ellie. Scott and Simon eventually wandered off to play pool and I adjourned to the kitchen to help George prepare the evening meal.
"How many for dinner, sir?" George asked.
"Well, the four of us, and Simon," I replied. "And possibly Ellie, by the looks of it. Just assume six."
"To be safe, it's pasta I think," George sighed. "Carbonara?"
"Perfect George," I smiled. "You make the sauce and I'll make a pear and walnut salad."
It was almost 7.30 by the time the food was ready, and by then the smell of pasta sauce had drifted down the hall and Scott and Simon were through the door and ready to eat.
"I'll just check on Lachlan," I said, as I headed down the hallway. I reached his door but hesitated before I knocked. Now I'm no expert, but what I heard from outside his door suggested he and Ellie were doing more than going through her purse. I think I know the sound of hand on gland, but this was more. The intermittent slurps suggested a mouth was involved. Fuck me dead!
I took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door. "Um, Lachlan," I called out. "Dinner's ready. Ellie's welcome to stay ..."
A breathless Lachlan called back, "Thanks, but we're good, Mike. Not really hungry. Big lunch and all."
I shrugged, and returned to the kitchen balcony where George was just serving big bowls of linguine. "It's just the four of us," I said.
Scott snickered. "Bet there's no limp noodle in Lachie's room!" he giggled.
I had to smile. "You know what?" I said, "You're an asshole, but you're a funny asshole!"
"I'll take that as a compliment!" he grinned.
George joined the boys and me for pasta and salad, which was gone in lightning time. We retired to the lounge room and as soon as I realised that Scott and Simon were straining to hear noises coming for Lachlan's room, I turned the television on.
"Hey, not fair!" Scott whined.
"Lachlan wasn't impolite enough to listen to you and Simon, so you should afford him the same courtesy," I replied.
"He wouldn't have heard anything from my room," Scott grinned. "I shoved my boxers in Simon's mouth to drown out the moans and groans ..."
Simon visibly coloured. "Scott!" he exclaimed.
"Wanna see some photos from the benefit concert, Simon?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Sure," he said. "I saw a bit of footage on YouTube where everyone was singing at the end. That was pretty cool."
With Simon next to me on the couch, I was scrolling through photos on my laptop when I heard an incoming text message alert on my mobile, which was still on the balcony table.
"Can you check that for me mate," I asked Scott. "It's probably Ty."
Scott checked my phone and said, "It's from some guy called Steve, who's in Sydney next week and wants to know if he can catch up for your birthday! You didn't tell us it's your birthday next week. And who's Steve?"
I sighed. "My birthday's Saturday week, and Steve is my brother," I said.
"I didn't know you had a brother! Are we gonna meet him? How old is he? Is he hot?"
"Jesus, questions!" I laughed. "You've never asked me about my family, so I haven't mentioned them. Steve's 26. And I don't know if he's hot, but he's as straight as they come. And as for meeting him, I really don't think so ..."
"Why not?" Scott asked, surprised.
"Because he's an asshole."
"Hey, I'm an asshole too, remember?"
"Yeah, but you're a good asshole. My brother is a bad asshole."
"Why? Do you like, hate him or something?"
"No, I don't hate him," I said. "I just choose not to spend any time with him if I can possibly avoid it."
"Why?"
"Scott, it's a long story," I sighed. "And I don't feel like going into it now. Some other time, eh?"
"Yeah, sure," Scott nodded. "So how come you never mentioned your birthday?"
"Seriously? I forgot. It's no big deal."
Thankfully, George appeared with slices of lemon tart and, as always, the world stops for Scott when food is on offer. We ate, watched a movie, cleaned up the dishes and got ready for bed. Ellie and Lachlan were still in his room when we all turned in for the night.
I woke early the next morning and automatically reached for Ty, as I did every morning, but his side of the bed was empty. Still, only a few more sleeps and he'd be home and huggable.
After shaving, showering and dressing for work, I headed for the kitchen, to find Scott and Simon in their boxers and tees, consuming toasted muffins with Vegemite as quickly as George could serve them. George handed me a muffin and a coffee, as we were joined by Lachlan, also wearing boxers and a tee. A minute or two later, Ellie walked in wearing one of Lachlan's shirt as a kind of makeshift nightie. George and I exchanged glances. Scott looked at me quizzically.
"Coffee anyone?" I asked, trying to cover a potentially awkward moment.
George served a quick help-yourself breakfast on the bench. Introductions were made, and plans for the day were discussed. Scott and Simon were heading to Bondi for a spot of surfing and, from the sounds of it, Ellie wasn't going anywhere soon.
I had a few questions that needed answers, but now wasn't the time. I put on my suit jacket and Lachlan straightened my tie before I left for the office. I had some time in the morning to follow up on the Stanthorpe property that Ty was interested in. I spoke to the local agent, asked a lot of questions, and arranged a building inspection. I also asked for the property's Section 32 to be emailed to me.
Once I'd gathered enough information I called Ty to give him details, as well as to fill him in on Scott and Simon's reunion and Lachlan and Ellie's new "arrangement".
"So, you reckon Lach's getting some pussy?" Ty chuckled.
"Well, I can't be sure mate," I laughed, "but I don't think they're spending all that time in his room debating carbon tax!"
"And I guess Scotty and Simon are gettin' into it too?"
"Like bunnies," I assured him. "I've gotta wait until Friday night until I get my dick wet!"
"I hope you've been taking good care of it for me!"
"Well mate, to tell you the truth, it's been causing me grief."
"How's that?"
"Every time I think of you, I have trouble fitting it in my pants! I have to think of naked women to make the swelling go down!"
"Well, it mightn't fit into your daks, but it's sure as hell gonna fit into my mouth!"
"Damn you!" I spat. "You're making it swell again ..."
"Slight change of topic," Ty went on. "I had a text from Scotty and I was a bit shocked to know it's your birthday Saturday week, and you never told me?"
"Sorry mate," I said. "I honestly forgot about it. I don't usually bother much with my birthday. No big deal."
"It's a big deal to me!" Ty responded. "Especially after what you did for my 30th! You've left me no time to plan anything."
"Seriously, mate," I insisted. "I'm happy just to have my birthday with you. And the guys. You've just finished a tour and I know you're knackered. Let's just have a nice dinner, eh?"
"Leave it with me, mate!" Ty clucked. "But hey, Scotty says your brother wants to see you for your birthday. Does this mean I'm finally gonna meet another Stewart?"
Again I sighed. "Ty, it's a conversation we still need to have. My family. It's a bit more complicated than the Hills of Stanthorpe."
"What? Like skeletons in the closet?"
I laughed. "No, mate. They're just a bit, I dunno ... weird."
"You mean, like Shower Scene From Psycho?"
"No," I chuckled. "Not that bad. But Steve's a worry. I just haven't said anything because, well ... it's something I've kinda shut the door on. I'll see him if he's around, sure. I'm just not sure I want him knowing about you just yet."
"You ashamed of me?" Ty asked, and I knew he was grinning.
"Yeah," I laughed. "They'd be wishing I'd hook up with a nice Jewish doctor, not some two-bit rock star!"
"Hey, you eat bacon! It'd never work!"
"Free prostate checks though, whenever I want one!"
"I can do that!" Ty protested. "And the instrument I use is a lot more fun than the one a doctor uses!"
I returned home after work to find George alone in the kitchen, preparing dinner.
"Hey George! Where is everyone?"
"Lachlan has been in his room all day with Ellie," George reported. "He only came out once or twice for food and drinks. And Simon and Scott were out for a lot of the day but they've been in Scott's room all afternoon."
I cocked my head at George. "Yes, sir," he smiled. "The `Fuck Off!' sign is on the door!"
And so it went for the next two days. As far as I could tell, Ellie didn't leave the house; she and Lachlan remained mostly confined to his quarters. Scott and Simon appeared any time there was a hint of food, but otherwise they were happily ensconced, bouncing on the mattress behind Scott's closed door. Most nights, George and I just ate dinner, watched TV and went to bed.
Friday morning was my happiest day this week. Ty was arriving home following the end of his tour! I woke knowing that it was only a matter of hours before I'd be kissing those lips again. And sucking that dick.
I enjoyed my shower, I enjoyed getting dressed, and I was eager to get the day underway; the sooner it was done, the sooner I'd be entwined in the arms of the oldest and – to me – the most gorgeous of the Hill brothers.
I would work at the office till 2pm, pick Lachlan up and take him to see his GP for his fortnightly check-up. Then home to help George prepare Ty's first home-cooked meal in several weeks. There hadn't been much discussion. George and I just looked at each other, said "roast" at the same time, and laughed. Roast lamb, baked vegetables, piles of greens and gravy, ice cream and chocolate sauce ... Hill Heaven!
In the kitchen, George was busy making warm rolls and setting up a breakfast bar with butter, conserves, coffee cups, milk and sugar. The whole room smelt deliciously of freshly brewed coffee and baked bread. I was pouring a coffee when Lachlan wandered in wearing only a pair of fitted grey boxers and a navy blue tee shirt. The boxers were so clingy they were almost obscene, showing every vein in his flaccid but meaty cock.
"Where are Scotty and Simon?" he asked, casually scratching his groin.
"They haven't surfaced yet," I smirked. "Strange, because there's food around!"
"Well for once we'll get a decent feed!!" Lachlan laughed.
The kitchen door swung open and in walked Ellie, wearing another of Lachlan's shirts as a night dress. Even first thing in the morning, without a skerrick of makeup, she was a stunner.
"Morning Mike," she beamed. "Morning, George!"
"Coffee?" I asked her, holding the pot out.
"I'll have tea if you don't mind," she replied, as George moved to get a teapot. "It's fine, George, I can make it," she said, as she moved around to the opposite side of the bench.
Now I'm no expert on girls' legs. Show me long, tanned, hairy man legs with a bit of muscle, and I'm happy. But I found myself staring at two of the longest and shapeliest girl legs I think I've ever seen. I had to resist the urge to whistle.
But I was snapped out of my admiration when, as she stood on tiptoes to reach the teapot, fluid ran down the inside of her left leg. I might be no expert on female legs, but I'm an expert on semen, and without question what was running down her leg was prime, A Grade Aussie soldier spunk.
Jesus fucking Christ! Ellie was clearly aware of what had just happened and turned around quickly, grabbing tissues from the bench in the process. I made sure she didn't realise I'd noticed and I beat a hasty retreat, picking up my briefcase and reminding Lachlan of his afternoon appointment before heading out the door.
Lachlan and I needed to have a serious talk ...
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