Misery

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Misery 2 by: Chip Dyp (chipdyp@hotmail.com)

I awoke the next morning at just a little after nine. I could tell that my dad was already awake. The smell of some of Columbia's finest floated down the hall and tickled my nose. I rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxers, before booting up my iMac. Rubbing my eyes, I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a mug of hot coffee. My dad was reading the LA Times, scanning the entertainment section for any news. I dropped a couple of slices of rye bread into the toaster and grabbed the raspberry jam out of the fridge.

"So, when are you picking up Scott, tonight?" My dad asked, looking up form the paper.

"At 8," I said. I hugged Dad from behind. I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Can I borrow the Lexus?"

"Sorry Mitchell, I need the car today. I'm driving to Vegas to see an act. Supposedly they are really good."

"So, I have to take the minivan?" I asked pouting.

"No, I sold it."

"Then what am I going to drive?"

My dad handed me a key chain and smiled. "It's an early birthday present."

I looked at the key chain. It had a Porsche logo, and the name of a dealership in West Hollywood. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Dad.

"Why don't you go check it out?" Dad said. "It's in the driveway."

I walked over to the entryway and opened the door. Sitting on the driveway was a silver Porsche Carrera/4. Dad had followed me and he put his arm around my shoulder. "So, what do you think? Is this the car that you've been lusting for?"

"Oh dad, it's so cool!" I exclaimed, wrapping my dad up in a hug.

"The insurance and the title are in your name, and I'll pick up the insurance tab until you finish university. You'll have to buy the gas, though. Now, why don't you come back inside and put some clothes on. You can drool over your car later."

I smiled and together we walked back into the house. He sat back down at the table and picked up the paper again. I grabbed my toast and buttered it. "I'm sorry about that thing with 'Puffy', dad. I should've known better."

"It's all right. Just don't do it again, all right?"

"I won't. Thanks again for the car, dad."

"You and Scott have fun tonight. Do you still have condoms?"

"Dad, I don't even think he's gay."

"You still have the condoms though, right?"

"Yes."

"Good, I just want you to be safe. And who knows. Maybe you'll find some cute guy at The Warehouse."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "I'm not going out, looking to get laid, Dad."

"I know son, but sometimes it just happens."

"I'm not that lucky," I said, biting into the rye toast.

"Mitchell, you are a very handsome young man. When you find Mr. Right, you'll know it. And so will he. He'll be the luckiest man in the world."

"Dad, do you know how weird this sounds? You talking about me finding some guy?"

"It just sounds weird because it isn't said very often."

"I suppose. I'm going to check my email. When are you going to Vegas?"

"I'm leaving in about an hour. I'm supposed to meet with a couple of friends at The Luxor before I go to hear the band."

"'Kay, so when are you coming back?"

"I don't know. I may stay the night."

"You'll have your cell phone if I need you, right?"

"Yes, and don't hesitate to call if you need anything."

"I won't."

I took my other piece of toast, a mug of coffee and walked back to my bedroom. My iMac had finished booting up, and my computer had downloaded my email from the server at the cable company. I scanned through the subject lines, deleting chain letters and offers for cheap porn that my spam filters hadn't caught. There were only a couple of letters left. One was from my aunt in New York, and another from my cousin in Chicago. After reading the letters and sending off replies, I launched Navigator. I wanted to see if I could find out anything about The Moffats.

After spending about an hour and a half surfing through website after website of pictures and information about the Moffats, I felt like I knew a little more about Scott. I even found MP3's of a couple of their songs. They weren't that bad, but they really weren't my thing. They were far to watered down for my tastes. Of course, the video clip of Scott standing in a park, soaking wet aroused my interest.

He looked so cute standing there, singing Misery. I wanted to pull those wet clothes from him, and suck the water from his beautiful body. His brother's didn't really appeal to me though. I don't know what it was about Scott that drew me to him. Maybe it was his whole attitude towards life. Of course, my hard cock wasn't really all that interested in his whole attitude towards life.

I debated whacking off, but decided that I could wait till later. Maybe my dad was right. Maybe I would get lucky tonight. I thought about that possibility for a while longer. Did I really want to just get laid, or did I want something else? Did I want a relationship? Did I just want to get laid? I leaned back in the chair and gave it a little more thought.

A boyfriend would be great--someone to talk to, someone to share things with. Getting laid wouldn't be that bad either. I was a normal guy and I needed to blow my load every so often. If I had someone to share it with, well, that would be phenomenal.

I spent the rest of the day studying, and watching a little TV. After grabbing a light supper, I jumped into the shower, and washed up for the night. I wanted to look good. It took me a long time to find something to wear. I finally decided on a pair of khaki's and a white t-shirt. I almost went with a black t-shirt, but I remembered that The Warehouse had hundreds of black lights. Hundreds of black lights would make lint or anything else glow. It looked really bad. I grabbed my wallet and car keys and walked out to my new car.

I stood in the driveway, staring at the car, before I turned off the alarm and dropped into the driver's seat. I adjusted the seat, and the mirrors before pushing the key into the slot. When I turned the key, the car roared to life. I smiled as I gunned the engine. It was time to go pick up Scott.

I drove through the neighbourhood gate, and pushed the pedal to the floor. The car lurched forward and joined the traffic stream as I headed for Beverly Hills. The performance of the car was magnificent. I picked my way through the traffic and arrived at the Four Seasons-Beverly Hills five minutes early. I left the car in the able hands of the valet, and walked into the beautiful hotel. I made it to the seventh floor without problems and knocked on Scott's door. I heard him call from the room and then the door opened. Standing in the doorway was Scott in a pair of boxers and a shirt.

"Uh, hi. Sorry, I guess I'm early," I said. I was trying desperately not to stare at Scott. But, damn his legs were sexy.

"You're not early, I'm late. Damn photo shoot ran late. Well, don't just stand there" Scott said. He grabbed my arm, and pulled, "Come in."

I smiled at Scott and let him pull me into the room. As soon as he had shut the door, he popped into the bathroom. "I'll just be a few minutes. Have a seat."

I sat down in a chair in the room, while Scott ran in and out of the bathroom, shedding his shirt as he buzzed around the room. About five minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom. I looked up and there he stood. He looked so beautiful. "Well, how do I look?"

"Uh, you, uh" I shook my head and composed myself. "You look really good."

"Thanks" Scott said. He gave me a shy little smile. "Shall we get going?"

"Definitely. Did you need to grab a bite to eat?"

"Nope. I had a sandwich at the shoot."

"Okay, let's go."

Scott and I talked as I drove over to the Warehouse. He was sick of having to do photo shoots for teen magazines. He was also tiring of touring. The only thing he was really looking forward to was heading back to the studio to start recording their next album. Scott wanted their next album to be better musically, even if it didn't appeal to young girls as much as their current music did. I nodded and listened as he talked.

"So, have you started writing new stuff?" I was curious to find out if he had a lot of new material.

"Yeah," Scott said. He was looking out the window. "My dad doesn't like them though. He's probably going to take them to a songwriter to lighten them up."

"What about your brothers? Do they write?"

"They write what Dad wants them to write."

"So, more pop, like what you are already singing?"

"Uh huh. I've seen a couple of the songs. They aren't bad, but they are pretty boring, musically."

I pulled into a parking garage, and grabbed a ticket from the attendant.

I knew that the garage had a good reputation from my other trips to The Warehouse. Scott and I walked down the street to the Warehouse and just looked at the line up. "Wow," I said, looking at the crowd.

"Is it always this crowded?" Scott asked.

"No, I don't know why they are so busy."

"There's a major band playing tonight," A girl in front of us said, "No one knows who it is though."

"So, everyone is lining up to get in," I said shaking my head.

"Uh huh. Hey, aren't you Scott Moffat?"

"I get that a lot," Scott said with a smile. "My name is Jeff Markham."

Scott offered his hand to the girl, being far more polite than an average resident of LA.

"Oh," The girl sounded very disappointed, "You look a lot like him." The girl looked at his hand for a second and then shook it.

"Thanks," Scott replied.

I tried not to laugh. "Did you want to go somewhere else, Jeff?"

Scott shrugged and looked at me. "Sure, let's go do something else."

We walked back to the car in silence. I was desperately trying to think of something else to do. "So um, what did you want to do?" I asked Scott, looking for some idea.

"Wanna go see a movie?"

"Sounds good to me, what would you like to see?"

"I don't know. What do you want to see?"

I shrugged. There was nothing out that I really, really wanted to see. I was sure that I could watch just about anything though. "Why don't we go to the theatre and see what's playing?"

"Sounds good" Scott said. He waited beside the car as I deactivated the car alarm. We hopped into the car and pulled out of the parking garage. I paid the garage guy and pulled into traffic. Scott played with the radio while I dodged SUV after SUV. Damned things multiplied like rabbits. They're almost as bad as minivans.

I was surprised to find a spot relatively close to the doors to the theatre, but I wasn't going to pass it up. Scott and I got out of the car and walked up to the massive entrance of the multiplex. There were fifty-five screens, and really nothing on. As we were standing there, trying to decide what to watch, I heard a girl scream, "Oh my god, it's him!"

I looked around trying to figure out what poor celebrity was about to be jumped when I realized a bunch of girls were looking right at us. "Uh, Mitchell. Can we go?" Scott sounded scared.

"Yeah, that might be a good idea," I said, easing back towards the car.

Scott and I made it back to the car when, a bunch of girls came running up. I dove into the driver's seat, and Scott just made it into the passenger seat before they surrounded the car. I heard a girl scream, "We love you Scott!" as I started the car. The girls made no effort to get out of the way of the car, and I was in no mood to run them down. Slowly, I began backing up, hoping that it would encourage them to get the fuck out of my way. Backing up seemed to work. The crowd backed off enough for me to manoeuvre the Porsche out of the parking lot and back into traffic.

"I guess a movie was a bad idea," I said, looking over at Scott. He was very quiet, and pale as a ghost.

"Yeah. Sorry about that. I hate it when they swarm. I should've known better."

"Hey, it's not your fault," I said slipping my hand onto his, "People need to grow brains and not freak out when they see a star."

Scott turned and smiled at me. "It would be nice to be able to go out and not get mobbed."

"How about we go back to my place and watch a couple of movies."

"That's sounds really great," Scott said. He was looking at my hand resting on his. I eased my hand back onto the gear shifter and pretended like nothing had happened.

When I pulled into a parking spot at the video store, Scott looked at me, and asked, "So do you think it'll be safe in there?"

"Should be. There's only like 15 people in there--and not all of them are going to know who you are."

"'Kay, let's go. What did you want to see?"

"I don't know," I replied honestly. "Have you seen 'The Haunting'?"

"No, but I've heard it's really good."

"I haven't seen it either. Did you want to get that one?"

"Sounds like a plan to me. What else did you want to see?"

I shrugged. "Why don't we look around when we go inside?"

"'Kay."

Scott and I hopped out of the car. We walked into the store like nothing was going on and walked by row after row of movies. We grabbed a copy of 'The Haunting' and a copy of 'Summer of Sam' and walked towards the till. As we passed the CD's, I took a quick look and saw The Moffat's CD. I grabbed a copy and showed it to Scott who just rolled his eyes. We walked towards a line up of people, waiting to pay for their movies. We stood in line for a few minutes before I was finally at the front of the line. The clerk looked up and did a double take as he looked at Scott. I smiled at the clerk and handed him my membership card. The clerk kept staring at Scott as he tried to process the transaction. When I finally paid for the CD and the movies, the clerk finally asked Scott what he wanted to ask.

"Are you Scott Moffat?" The clerk asked.

Scott smiled and nodded. "Please don't make a scene," he said quietly.

"Can you sign this for me?" The clerk asked handing over the CD I had just purchased.

"Um, I think that's my friend's CD," Scott said.

"That's all right, I'll just go grab another one," I said leaving Scott alone at the counter.

I walked back to the CD rack and grabbed another Moffat's CD. When I got back to the door, I found Scott talking pleasantly with the clerk. At least he hadn't been mobbed. I handed the CD to the clerk and let him pop it out of the anti-theft packaging. After dropping the CD into the bag, the clerk thanked Scott and wished us a good night. I led the way out to the car with Scott in tow.

"Why can't all fans be like that guy?" Scott asked as he dropped into the passenger seat.

"Because that would make things too easy." I started the car. I grabbed the CD out of the bag and showed it to Scott. "Do you mind if we listen to this on the drive home?"

"Doesn't matter to me. Actually, let's listen to the last track. There's a couple of hidden songs, one of which isn't too bad."

I popped the CD into the player and watched as Scott advance through all the songs to the last track. I listened as the he advanced through the song to a bit of dead air. Then another track started. It was a guitar track, with Scott singing alone. I looked over at Scott and smiled at him, "This is really good. How come you hid it?"

Scott shrugged and looked out the window. "My dad really didn't like the song. He didn't want it on the album, but the producer liked it enough to make it a hidden track. So it made it on the CD."

I nodded and kept listening to the song. Neither of us said anything, as I drove past the security gate and into the neighbourhood. As I pulled into the driveway, the song ended, leaving Scott and I in silence.

"So, this is where you live? Nice house."

"Thanks," I replied. Scott and I both slipped out of the car and walked up to the front door. He waited while I unlocked the door, and then waited as I shut off the alarm. I handed Scott the movies and pointed towards the family room. "Why don't you go have a seat? I need to go to the bathroom, and then I'll go grab some snacks."

"Okay, what did you want to see first?"

"I don't know. Surprise me." I felt like running to the bathroom. I really needed to pee.

"'Kay."

I went to the bathroom and quickly got relief for my full bladder. I washed up and looked in the mirror. I smiled and then rolled my eyes. I wouldn't be getting laid tonight.

I grabbed a bag of chips from the cupboard, a container of chip dip and a bottle of coke from the fridge. I dumped the chips into a bowl and walked into the living room. Scott had flopped down in the middle of the couch and had his arms spread wide. I went to sit down on a chair off to the side, when Scott moved his arms and said, "You can sit beside me. I won't bite."

I smiled and plopped down beside Scott. He pushed the play button on the remote control and smiled as the trailers began playing. We sat together in the dark family room watching the movie and eating chips. When the first movie ended, I got up and popped the second tape into the player while Scott went to the washroom.

The second movie, 'Summer of Sam', was a little harder to get into. I spent most of the movie looking at Scott and day dreaming about him. By the middle of the movie, I was hard as a rock and I could feel drops of precum as my cock rubbed against my leg. I thought about anything and everything except Scott as I willed my cock to soften. It wasn't working though. At the end of the movie, I was still hard.

When the movie ended, Scott turned on the table lamp beside him and we started talking about the movies we had seen. I fidgeted for a few seconds, trying to hide my erection. I really liked Scott. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I was a freak. Scott stopped what he was saying in mid-sentence and looked at me. "Mitchell, can I ask you a question?"

"Uh, yeah." I was trying desperately to regain my composure.

"Are you attracted to me?"

"Why do you ask?" I asked, avoiding the question.

"Because I'm attracted to you." Scott leaned towards me and kissed me. I slid closer to Scott on the couch and wrapped my right arm around his body. Scott broke the kiss and let out a little sigh. "That was great. I really hope you like me, 'cause I really love you."

I kissed Scott again, and then took his hand. Any thoughts of having a relationship with Scott had faded rapidly. Lust was driving me. I wanted to sleep with Scott. If a relationship came out of it, well... I could handle a relationship. "Would you spend the night with me?" I asked, standing in front of Scott.

"I'd love to, Mitchell," Scott replied following me into my bedroom.

Continued.