"Marry me." Richard heard davey say it , twice. He pulled davey closer to him. "We're going to get married davey. You need a little more time to be on your own though, sweet stuff. " He ran his hand through davey's hair. "Believe me, if I could call a minister now, we'd be husbands tonight ." Harris sighed. "But davey, you need to be able to live on your own. " "I can live on my own Sir, " Harris smiled. "No, you have to be able to live on your own to MY satisfaction. I need to see that you can take care of things like bills. And food. And honestly, dating."
"Why would I need to date , Sir?" "Well, you're new to this. And you never know what might happen. What if I'm not around?" Davey got angry. "DON'T TALK LIKE THAT SIR," Harris hugged him. "I hate to, but it's a real thing, davey. I'll tell you what. The day you can tell me that a man came onto you, and asked you to go home with him, I'll stop worrying about that."
Davey had developed some feistiness. "Didn't you drive all the other tops out of town, wolf man?" Harris smiled. "Driving is a good word. Because if YOU don't get on the road and start getting home, I'm gonna drive right into you RIGHT NOW."
"Perfectly ok with me, Sir." Harris laughed. "Davey, why didn't I look for you sooner? Why did I wait? OH GOD. I thought I was in love before. I wasn't." Davey ran his hand down Harris' back. "So, will you marry me Sir.?" Harris flipped him on his back and started tickling him. "Yes, but not yet. And the TOP MAN makes the ask."
They had a quick nap, and then davey did put on fresh gym clothes to run back to his apartment. "When can I see you again Sir?" Harris sighed. "Well, Monday is always tough. You know that. Maybe Tuesday or Wednesday." He kissed his lover. "But davey: no going out cruising. Let them come to you."
"I understand Sir. But you spoiled me. I'll say no." "Say no, but get asked." He hugged his man. "GOD. I love him".
Both Richard and davey slept alone that night. Absence would certainly make the heart (and other anatomical regions) grow fonder. Both had early days: davey got his road work in before heading to school, and Richard had to deal with the suppliers for the restaurant. Lawanda had asked for an afternoon meeting "to discuss staff," so he was going to be there a while. Lawanda did NOT work the lunch shift, and she had no intention of coming in early.
When davey got to school that day, he found a note from the principal in his pigeon hole "Davey: can you come and see me today? I think you're free in third period. Thanks. P.S. Nothing bad."
"Nothing bad" was not really much comfort to him as he made his way to Ms. Shutzz' office. "Sara, you wanted to see me?" She looked up. "Oh, yes davey , please have a seat." She was smiling, so davey began to feel more at ease. Ms. Shutzz was known for being direct, and she didn't disappoint. "Davey, I wanted to ask you for two things. First one is easy, in my view. I saw how you interact with the children, and I've heard nothing but stellar reviews about you as a coach and P.E. teacher." Davey smiled "Thank you Sara. I very much appreciate that." She went on. "We have need, from time to time, for a substitute teacher, and we try to save money by having our own teachers cover. Frankly, it's easier to get non-tenured faculty to do it, and most just turn it into study hall." She paused "I have a feeling you wouldn't do that." "Well, NO Sara,I mean, they're here to learn, not to text." She smiled. "Honestly, davey, if I could ban cell phones I would. But that's for another day. I asked you to come by to see if you'd be interested in covering a class from time to time. " Davey's mouth dropped "ME? Sara, I don't even have a college degree." She smiled. "Davey, they're high school kids. If you're one class ahead of them, you're qualified. And trust me, this will do you well if you decide to try to get certification. Which I hope you will, because davey, you are a born teacher." She paused "Oh, yes, I don't think this would matter to you, but there IS a stipend that goes with these classes. It's not tremendous, but it's something."
"Sara, I don't quite know what to say other than yes. I'm flattered." "That's great Davey. I'm going to put you on the list for the future." She paused. "The second question is a bit more difficult, but I'll ask." "Sure, Sara. Richie told me once that 'you can't get a yes if you don't ask a question" "Well, here's the question davey. The story of how you and Mr. Harris handled the troublemaker has gotten around. Given your relationship, and how popular you are in school, and Mr. Harris is in the community, the LGBTQ alliance has asked if you two would come in and have an open chat with them, and any other students who wanted to attend."
Davey smiled. "Well, let me answer for me, that of course, I'd do it. Now, I can't speak for Richie... yet." He smiled. "Let me work some magic. I'll let you know what he says." Sara knew exactly what he meant, and she blushed as she said " a bigger smile, a tighter pair of jeans, yes, I understand. " She stood, indicating the meeting was over. "Thank you davey. Anything you can do is appreciated."
Meanwhile, Richard was dealing with children as well. After he had finished dealing with the merchants, and covering a shift for a host who was "under the weather" (he made a mental note that this was the third time in a month), Richard sat down to his mail. There was a long envelope, with stamps in a cyrilic alphabet, so he knew it was from Elana. The handwriting was different thought. And it seemed too soon for the annual picture of his son to get to him. He opened the envelope. There was in fact a photo , but it had a note attached to it. He'd have to put off looking at the present he had picked up for davey that day . Special order. Platinum. He hesitated. Would davey wear it?
"Dear Dad. Mom doesn't know I write this. She and I are not good. Can I come home and live with you? If not, ok. Your son, Mikel."
The picture was far less posed than the ones Elana sent. Mikel was probably 18 by now - Richard couldn't remember at that moment, because he was a bit overwhelmed by the thought. "I'll have to discuss this with davey, but even more, with Carla," went through his mind. He couldn't overthink it because Lawanda stormed into his office. "Stormed" would be the wrong way, because Lawanda moved that way, all the time.
'DAMN IT TO HELL CHIEF. I BEEN WAITING FOR A HALF HOUR FOR YOU. " She looked at him "you need a club soda? You seem unwell?" He smiled "No, no Lawanda, but thank you. Just some surprising news . What's going on?"
She snorted. "I wanna talk to you about that new kid Paul." Harris looked concerned. "Paul . The new dishwasher. Is he doing ok? I haven't had a chance to speak with him."
'DOING OK? CHIEF, HE IS TOO FUCKING GOOD TO BE A DISHWASHER, SO I STOLE HIM." Richard laughed "You what?" 'CAN'T YOU HEAR? I STOLE HIM. YOU AIN'T HIRED ME THE PREP COOKS I NEED, SO I HIRED HIM." He laughed. "Does he have any talent? " Lawanda continued 'I AIN'T USING HIM TO MAKE SOUFFLES CHIEF. I CAME IN ONE DAY, AND HE HAD RUN OUT OF DISHES TO WASH, SO YOU KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING? HE WAS FUCKING PEELING FUCKING CARROTS. I CAN'T GET THE LINE COOKS TO DO THAT. " Richard laughed "well, if you think" "I DON'T THINK CHIEF, I KNOW. AND TALK HIM OUT OF GOING TO FUCKING COOKING SCHOOL. TELL HIM TO WORK WITH ME. HE'LL LEARN MORE." Richard smiled "I'm sure he will. I'll talk to him. Thank you Lawanda. If no one tells you this today, you're a good woman." She smiled. "I ain't saying who, but someone did this morning."
After Lawanda left, Richard's phone rang. Davey's number came up. "DAVEY! what a surprise!" "Hey Sir. I hope your day is going well." "It was davey, and it just got better. I'm so glad to hear from you." Harris could feel his cock growing. Davey was feeling the same. "Sir, I got some good news today, and I was wondering if I could come by and share it. " "Well, OF COURSE. I'll tell Carla to set another place at the table." Davey looked up. He was sitting at the table, and he was giving Carla the "a-ok" sign. He had come over earlier, because he wanted to speak to Carla anyway. He had used the trip from school as part of his workout. He had brought fresh clothes in his back pack. He had used some of his earnings to replenish his wardrobe, and he was wearing a pink button down shirt with his jeans. Carla had smiled. "OH, davey. Did you know that Mr. Harris' favorite colors are pink and lavender." Davey smiled. "I think I heard Travis mention pink. I didn't hear lavender, but next shopping trip." Then he paused. "Carla, I wanted to talk to you for a few minutes, if you don't mind. "Oh, sure davey, of course. Let me just wash my hands. " She had found some end of the season peaches and was getting them ready for a cobbler, which she wasn't planning to serve to Mr. Harris. She sat next to davey. "Sure davey. What's on your mind?"
"Well, Carla, Mr Harris told me about Elana, and his marriage. But he told me that you could tell me more about it. Would you mind?" Clara put her head down. She was silent. Then she took davey's hand. "Davey, I'll tell you everything , but promise you won't think the worse of me because of what I tell you." Davey looked stunned. "Carla, why would I think that?" She smiled weakly. "Well, let me tell you the story."
"You know that Mr. Harris and I were in college and Business school together." "Sure Carla, he told me you were the best in the class. I always wondered why you worked here." Again , she looked down. "Well, davey, have you ever noticed how, at dinner, I never put a glass of wine in front of my place?"
"You know, Carla, I didn't. But now that you mention it, yes." "See davey, I have a drinking problem. It developed in business school. I'm a very nervous person. Surely you've seen that. And the drinking calmed me down. It was fine for school, but for work? It would never happen. " "Oh, Carla, you didn't have to tell me that." "No no davey, I did. Because it's important to the story."
"If Mr. Harris told you about Elana, he told you about Vlad, didn't he?" "Yes, yes, he did. BASTARD." "Well, I always distrust women more than men, so while I had a bad feeling about Vlad, I had an even worse one about his sister. And I really WAS suspicious about Vlad's interest in Mr. Harris. I mean, to be blunt davey, Mr. Harris is a good looking man, but he aged into his looks. He was NOT attractive in school. That's why you won't find any school albums around here.
"I did not know that Carla, and I can't really imagine that, but I'll trust you." "Well, once, I was hanging around when I heard Vlad and Elana talking. And I heard the whole plan. " She paused. "You know that Mr. Harris doesn't do things half way, so he was not going to listen to me, so my plan was, I would get Elana away from that dinner, one way or the other."
"I see, Carla. So what happened." She began to cry. "THIS happened davey." she began to act out drinking. "Over and over and over again. By the time Elana showed up, I was so drunk I couldn't even remember my own name. " She cried more. "I couldn't stop it. "
Davey got up and hugged her. "CARLA. You poor thing. But Richie told me you saved him." She stopped when she heard 'Richie' and whispered "don't say that again davey," but then continued. "We saved each other. I told him what happened. If he was angry, he didn't say anything. He just said "well, you probably won't want to work for some big corporation then. So, let's do a few things. First, how about you promise to come to work for me when I open the restaurant? I'm going to cooking school, come with me." "OH. So that's how it happened?" Well, in part davey. See, I couldn't afford that school, so Mr. Harris paid my tuition. But before that, I was so grateful to him, that I got to work looking for information on that horrible woman."
"He told me that you were the student with the best research skills." She smiled. "I WILL take credit for that. And I DID find information. It always seemed odd to me that a painting student, with all that material in Europe, had to come to the United States. Well, first of all, Vlad was NOT her twin brother. AND... "yes, she was spying, Mr. Harris told me that." "Yes, she was. And when I confronted her with the information, I told her "you and that fat stomach of yours can get out of here and never come back, or you can go to jail and someone will take that baby. Maybe Mr. Harris and I" She laughed. "We were going to get married so that we could adopt the kid if she left him here. But she didn't. Davey, it broke Mr. Harris' heart. He knew it was a boy, and he's always wanted a son." She wiped her tears, but she began to cry some more. "Losing that boy was one of the most horrible things that ever happened to him. Worse than that cheating lover of his."
He was holding her hand when they heard the door open, and Harris' booming laugh. "Well, hello. SOMETHING smells good, and I'm sure I'm not going to get to taste it." He came into the kitchen and saw them. He smiled. "Carla. Davey. I'm SO glad you're together. " He looked at davey. "Oh, my. When my boy looks this sweet, who needs dessert." Davey blushed "Do you like it Sir? " Harris growled. "I'm not sure if wolves are color blind, but I'm not. He kissed davey, chastely, since Carla was there. "Let's go chat davey. I need to show you something, and I want to hear your news." Davey didn't know about the letter, but he saw the bulge in Harris' pants. "I think you already did, Sir. " Harris shook his head. "No, there's a bit more this time."
They went off to the bedroom, and Harris sat on the edge of the bed. He motioned davey to sit next to him, and he put his arm around his shoulders, before he kissed him deeply. "Oh, lambie. If you knew how this wolf missed you today. I'm so glad you came over." "Me too Sir. If nothing happened other than that kiss, it would be worth it." "Did you get that shirt because you know I like pink?" "Yes sir. I remember Travis mentioning it was your favorite color." Harris leaned over and kissed davey again. Davey put his hand on Harris' cock. "Sir, my mouth is good for things other than kissing, and Harris laughed. 'oh, don't I know it. But we have a few things to talk about first. You go before me." Davey smiled. "Only if you promise...." "YES YES DAVEY I DO. NOW TALK OR I'LL GAG YOU.' Davey continued the badinage. "I thought you were gonna do that anyway." Harris gave him 'the look'. Davey smiled. "Ok Sir. The principal asked me today if I would substitute teach. She said she thought I had a gift for working with kids, and ... "You accepted of course." "SIR. OF COURSE I did. And... she asked me if you and I would talk to the LGBTQ organization. We were invited. " "OH MY" Harris responded. "davey, can you imagine where we'd be if there were such a thing when we were at that school?" Davey laughed "Oh, I don't know. Two fat bald men sitting on a beach somewhere? Actually, Sir, that sounds kinda hot, if I were there with you." Harris laughed "Oh, I don't know. Get rid of this hair, and, well, I could go after Bruce Willis." Davey leaned in and tried to tickle Richard, and got his hands cuffed behind him as a result. "Ok Sir, ok. Now, what's your news?" Richard sighed. He pulled the letter and photo out of his pack.
"Well, you know about Elana, so, why don't you read this?" He handed the letter and picture to davey, who read it three or four times. "Oh my, Sir. He IS your son. Just blond. " He looked up. "Elana could not have been very pretty, because yes, he IS your son, but he's nowhere NEAR as good looking as you. " Richard looked at davey. "So, there IS enough room in the house, what do you think?" Davey smiled. "I promise not to be a wicked stepmother. And I'll try not to stare at him too much if you're not around." Harris gave davey a lustful look. "If we didn't need to speak to Carla about this, you'd be on your knees right now." Davey sighed. "You're right Sir. But later. Promise me." Harris smiled. "It's an order."
They went back to the kitchen. "Carla, can you sit down, for a few minutes, please?" Richard asked. "OH, of course Sir. You have something in your hands. What is it?" He looked right at her. "It's a photo of Elana's son. His name is Mikel. Please read the letter Carla. You're going to be the deciding vote. In fact, yours is the ONLY vote." Carla looked at everything carefully, at least a few times. Then she looked up. "Was there any question Sir? If we have a chance to get your son from that HORRIBLE BITCH, we're going to take it." Then she stopped. "OH. I spoke too much. I'm sorry." "No Carla, you said what you needed to say. Davey has already agreed to be the wicked stepmother, but ... if Mikel joins our group, would you and Sam be his godparents." Carla's eyes got big. "OH SIR. THANK YOU. I KNOW Sam will be good with this. " Harris smiled "I made you happy, Carla. So do I get dessert tonight?" She eyed him "don't press your luck Sir." He began to laugh. "Seriously, Sir, you're not going to answer this until I get to check with my sources. Is this a real email, or not? "Well, it's not the one she used before." "Means nothing Sir. I'll get in touch with my friend Pavel. We'll find out. Promise me you'll not send him any money, or any tickets until I say ok." "It's a deal Carla. Now, I'm afraid that I didn't give davey a chance to tell me about his triumphs today, so I'm going to do that. We'll be back in time for dinner. " Perhaps feeling emboldened, Carla smiled "don't spoil your appetite davey." Harris blushed as they went out. Not davey. He just gave Carla the high sign.
Back in the bedroom, davey moved to get on his knees. Harris stopped him. "Oh, no no no handsome man. Not until I have some fun." He pulled davey's wrists behind him like he did when they were in the bedroom earlier. He held them with one of his big hands, as he began opening davey's shirt. He said nothing, as his tongue began to lick at davey's nips. "OH GEEZ SIR. That feels so good." Harris looked up. "Tastes a little salty . You ran over here from school didn't you? " "Yes Sir." "Hmmm. That means there still may be some sweat in your butt crack." "I don't know sir. If it's dry , well, you may have to fix that." "Oh, I'm gonna fix you, sexy." He shoved davey onto the bed, and pulled off his sneakers. "Not tonight, sweetpea, but I think next time, we're gonna try a good old tickling hogtie again. "OH GOD SIR NO. PLEASE PICK ANYTHING ELSE BUT NOT THAT." Harris smiled. "Well, if you think you may be too dry, maybe your first idea is the one we should use." He dropped his own pants. "I've been hard since you called this afternoon. Take care of that. " "Yes sir." Davey got his tongue around Harris' shaft. As he did, Harris smiled, because he thought of davey's mention of giraffe tongues at the zoo. Davey knew what he was thinking "My tongue's not purple Sir. It's pink. " Harris growled. "Just like your sweet ass." He pulled out of davey's mouth and threw him on his back. "I want you so bad" davey murmured, as Harris took his ass, softly, and gently at first, and then harder, and harder. "Please Sir. May I?" Davey began to move his hands down to his cock. "NO. You may not. Because I'm going to do that." "YES SIR PLEASE... " davey screamed as Harris exploded into him. Then he lay down next to davey, and pinned his wrists. "I bought you something today davey. But that comes after this." He began stroking davey. "OH SIR. You just seem to be getting better and better at this. GOD. I want you in me AGAIN. Harris smiled. "I think you need to research recovery time for wolves. But I know what's gonna set you off. This wolf is gonna go for the jugular . RIGHT THERE. " Harris licked the spot on davey's neck where he said he wanted to get the tattoo. "OH FUCK SIR. FUCK FUCK FUCK" and davey exploded all over himself.
As they were cuddling, Richard reached over and pulled something out of his jacket pocket. "this isn't a ring, davey, but I wish you'd wear it." He handed davey a chain necklace. At the base it said "Richard is my lover." Dave smiled. "You got this for me sir? " "I sure did. " "Do you want me to wear it, Sir?" "Yes, davey. I want you to wear it all the time." Davey smiled, and put it on over his neck. "I hope it doesn't hide the tattoo when I get it." Harris smiled, trying not to cry. "If it does, we'll get more links in it. "
"YOU'VE GOT 30 MINUTES TO SHOWER BEFORE DINNER BOYS " Carla yelled from the kitchen. The two of them laughed like school kids who got caught in the locker room.
"Mikel. It's a name that suits him" said davey. "Now I have to find out how you say "wolf's son" in Czech." He kissed Richard on his head. "I get the shower first. Because I'm cuter..."