Davey started "summer school" the next day. His class began at 8 and ended at 3, just like classes worked in high school, only this was ONE class, four days a week, for six weeks. He needed to complete this one to continue working in the schools. No exams, just certification for participating. "It's gonna suck Sir, and not in a good way" he had whined when he got the schedule "It sure is. We're going to have to make up time later in the day, and after it's over" Richard had shut down Sasha's for a summer break - the first time he had ever done that. The agreements for Lawanda to take over the restaurant were near completion. After it was done, she'd want to redecorate the place. She was looking at a difference in the philosophy of the kitchen too. The thought of being "my own fucking boss," had gotten her very excited. Richard had just smiled. "You know the old saying: 'be careful what you ask for. You may get it.'"
So, with davey off and out of the house early, because of the class, and the restaurant closed, Richard found himself alone and at peace for a little while.
He was good with that for about fifteen minutes. He pulled out his computer, and began googling for information on Garbure. There wasn't much, but there was enough. Richard subscribed to a number of the business sites that had financial information, etc, on it. That and general reviews of the place gave him the picture he needed: superb reviews. Everyone raved about the cooking and the style, but lamented how difficult it was to get to the place. And that's where the problems began to show. The chef's stubbornness put the place in a financial situation precarious even for a restaurant. The night he and davey were there was, apparently, an anomaly, as reports were that the place was rarely more than 2/3 full. It didn't have a website, and you had to call for a reservation. That was difficult, because they only served dinner, and you had to call when someone was there. That, too, was problematic, as the reviews said that "sometimes you could find someone at five, sometimes at four," and so forth. Richard knew what he needed. He had a sense that his discussions should start with that young man, Peter, so he pulled out the card.
"Peter, bon jour. I hope you remember me. I'm Richard Harris. I was at the restaurant last night." "BON JOUR MONSIEUR. Of course I remember you. My father refused to leave the kitchen to greet you. I still regret that." Richard laughed. "Well, perhaps I can greet him. Your restaurant intrigues me, and I was wondering if there were any interest on your pere to sell." There was a pause. "Once I talk to him Mr. Harris, I think there will be. When would be a good time to meet." "Well, there is no time like the present. But I know full well what running a restaurant is like. What time would be good for the two of you." "Could you visit us at one, Monsieur? The restaurant is closed, but I'm sure that you wouldn't mind one of my father's omelets for lunch." "That does sound perfect. Would you mind if I brought someone with me? Not my husband, but my housekeeper and friend Carla. I think she would enjoy meeting you and your father. Also, her French is much better than mine, so .." "Say no more Sir. I will tell my father that there will be two."
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While this phone call was happening, davey was trying to suppress a yawn. The first "modal" of the class dealt with "how to talk and how not to talk to students." He saw some of his classmates furiously writing things down, as he was thinking "they need to TEACH this? He had never taught before, and as he listened to the list, and thought of how he interracted with his students, he began to feel like a rabbit with his foot caught in a trap . If he chewed it off, he could get out.
"Let's take a fifteen minute coffee break everyone. When we come back, we'll be discussing how students should and should not talk to you, and what to do when they don't talk to you as they should." "Thrilling" thought davey. He tried to focus instead on being with Richard that afternoon.
"This may be the most boring class I've ever had and I've had a few." He looked up at the speaker. He was a fairly young man - perhaps 5 years younger than davey, with curly black hair, clean shaven, muscular, in a tight fitting polo and shorts. Davey was wearing shorts too, but he had chosen a roomy Hawaiian shirt for the first day of class. The days were warm, and as he suspected, the class room did not have air conditioning.
Davey laughed. "this is my first, so I guess it's the most boring one I've had. And it's pretty boring, I agree." The man smiled. "My name is Chet. I just moved into town. I'm going to be teaching at the community college, but they require me to take this to get certified." "Hey Chet. I'm Davey." Davey talked about his coaching at the high school, and how much he liked it. "Are you native to this town?" Chet asked . When davey told him he was, Chet smiled. "You know, I hate to be asking a question like this, but I'll give it a shot. My husband and I just moved here, from the West Coast. We've been here for, oh, about 8 days and we know nothing. Maybe you could give some tips?"
"Oh, of course. Know what? My husband is a native as well. Let me talk to him today, and then at our next class, if we don't fall asleep, we'll chat." "A Chet chat..." Chet laughed. I can't wait until we have to talk about personal experiences and I tell about my "chet chats" with my students. That'll go over with this drip of an instructor real well. " "Can we get seated and restart again?' came the voice of "Susie" as she asked everyone to call her "After all, we're adults in here. We should require our students to use our last names, but we can be on a first name basis here," was one of the first things she had said. " Chet thought "oh geez. One of those." He whispered to davey "if we have to sing "up with people' at some point, I'm leaving and not coming back." Davey suppressed a laugh. Chet's sense of humor was like Richard's. They would hit it off well.
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"Dad, can we talk for a few minutes?" Mike came out of the room he and Paul shared by himself. Paul was out in back, doing work on the house. He was working shirtless, and Mike had spent too much time watching him that morning. Paul insisted on doing work that involved heavy lifting by himself. Since he wasn't wrestling, he was using the opportunity to work out.
"Well, of course. What's on your mind, Mike?" Richard was seated on the sofa by this time, and Mike came over, and boldly curled into his arm, the way davey did. "Dad..." Richard could see his eyes filling with tears, and he could hear some anxiety in Mike's voice." He hugged his son, hopefully not too suggestively. "It's ok Mike. Just say it. It'll be ok." "I was wondering... would it be ok with you if Paul and I went off to Europe ahead of family vacation? " Richard sat up. "Well, I'm surprised by the question, but I know you well enough to know you thought this out. Let's talk some more. Can I ask why, and how?" "Well, the how is much easier, and I hope you aren't ashamed of me for it. When mom was pimping me in Poland, one of my clients was a Frenchman. He REALLY liked me.. until his wife found out. Well, he has a second apartment, and he told me I could use it any time I wanted to.
I've been exchanging emails with him, and he's good with Paul and I using it for a few weeks."
Mike paused. "The second part is more difficult dad, but I have to talk about it... He pointed to his crotch, where he was getting an erection. "Sitting here, in your arms, is getting me, well, aroused. Not the way hugging Paul does, but enough. Enough to make me feel embarrassed when I see you shirtless, or in your robe, or just wearing shorts. I know you know I feel that way, and, well, I don't know what's right or wrong anymore, but I know you're a married man, and... "
"And while you want it, it's giving you the creeps." Mike blushed. "You don't take that personally, do you dad?" Richard laughed. "No, no, of course not. I think I'd be more concerned if you didn't get the creeps. " He sighed. "you know, ultimately, you don't need my permission to do this. You can go anytime you want. I'd ask you to get Sam and Carla's permission..." He saw the smile on Mike's face, and he smiled back. "But of course, you're my son, so I know you already have it."
"Yes sir. I do.. Oh, shit. I have to call you dad rather than sir . Calling you sir, well..." Richard suppressed a laugh. "You kids get your stuff together, we'll make a trip to the airport, and get you off to France. You make sure Paul emails his mom every day, and you email me at least once a week. " He ruffled Mike's hair. "I know you've seen Paris, my world traveler, but you're about to find out that it looks different when you're with someone you love." He stared at Mike, and kissed him as chastely as possible, on the lips.
"I'll miss you. We'll all miss you, but I think this is something good. And then we'll all catch up to you and Paul. I hope you'll clear the way for us." Richard made an excuse about having to get ready for his meeting at Garbure. DAMN. He seemed to be crying a lot these days. He pulled out his phone and texted davey: "big news at home about Mike and Paul. Nothing bad. Just be ready. Love ya."
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Carla and Richard got to Garbure, with Sam driving. Peter was standing at the door waiting for them. "Bon jour . You must be Carla. I am so glad to meet you." Carla began speaking to Peter in rapid French and he laughed. "No no, s'il vous plait madame. I can speak with Mr. Harris here, but if you want to speak that fast, wait until you meet my father. " Richard laughed "And that I think is how it will go Peter. You and I should talk. If Carla can meet your father in the kitchen."
"If I may Sir, my father is already preparing lunch for us. If you would just have a seat, I will see to the wine, and then I'll come back. " He began walking toward the kitchen and stopped. "MON DIEU. Excuse me I forgot about your driver. Would he join us?"
Carla smiled. "That's kind. I'll go ask." She came back with Sam, who looked, uneasily, at the parked car. Peter saw it and laughed "there is no worry during the day Monsieur. Your car is safe."
In a few minutes, Peter began serving the omelets. "My father was not sure what your favorites would be, so he made caviar sour cream omelets for everyone. I hope that suits."
Carla looked up. "Oh, it suits. I hope he didn't make pommes frites too," as Peter smiled and returned with a huge platter of them, and a green salad. "My father is coming out now."
Every stereotype of the crazed French chef was embodied in Chef Jean Pierre. Round as a beach ball, nearly bald, a crazed look in his eyes, the spotless white uniform. "J m'apelle Jean Pierre," he introduced himself. Richard began to speak, but Carla cut him off and began speaking in very rapid French. Richard understood enough to know that Jean Pierre told her that he was not used to speaking to such a beautiful woman. Carla, who had spent time in France, was used to this kind of flattery, and kept the topic to matters of the kitchen.
"Peter, please call me Richard if I am going to call you Peter. I hope that you can give me some sense of the business."
"Richard, we should talk about this apart from my father, after we've finished our lunch." Richard smiled. He knew that Peter was signalling that his father was NOT a good businessman, and it was, perhaps, time to get out of this business. He also could make out enough French to hear Carla lie to Jean Pierre and tell him that he had a slight disorder with sugar, and if he could have just fresh fruit for dessert. He frowned when he saw the gateau come out for the rest of them. Nonetheless, the raspberries seemed to have been picked an hour ago or less, and he relished each one.
Jean Pierre had switched to English midway through the meal and he, Carla and Sam were having a wonderful conversation about food, travel, and other things. Peter suggested that he and Richard might take a walk to discuss the business aspects. Before they left, Richard checked his phone Davey had responded. "I may quit teaching over this class. I have some news myself. P.S. Have I told you I need this today?" He posted the emoji of the spoutin whale. Richard laughed.
"My husband. He's in a class and he's hating it. Needs it for school. But that's neither here nor there, Peter, let's talk. This is very non French, but... what would it take for your father to sell this restaurant?" Peter seemed to be happy with the American style bluntness Richard brought to the discussion and they had a "handshake deal" by the time they got back. On the ride home, Richard turned to Carla. "Well, chef. It looks like you're going to have your own restaurant to cook in. I'm going to have Jason start the dirty work tomorrow , but we have an agreement in principle."
Carla smiled. "And Jean Pierre insisted that he be in the kitchen with me for the first two weeks. "
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At the end of class, Chet turned to davey "Well, it was really nice to meet you, and I know we'll see each other tomorrow. I'm glad we got the gay stuff out of the way right away. My husband's name is Roger, by the way. Davey pulled out his phone and brought up a picture of Richard. "here's my man. Richard. " Chet paused. "I know who that is. Doesn't he own that fancy restaurant in town?"
Davey smiled. "He's the one." "Nice restaurant. Roger and I ate there the first night we got to town. We had this handsome young blond guy take care of us...." Davey smiled again. "That's our son Mikel. You must have been there when he was finding himself. He works at my school now. Chet laughed "If you can keep it in the family, that's the way to do it." As they shook hands, davey thought he saw the print of a ring at Chet's pec. And if he weren't mistaken, there was a tan line on his right arm, just about the width of a leather band.
He walked into the house, and saw Richard back at the table, working on his computer. "Hey Sir... I missed you." Richard got up and came over and held davey's face in his hands. "And I missed you too. And when you were gone.." He reached in and kissed davey far less chastely than he had kissed Mike that morning. "I realized how much I love you, and how much I need you..."
"I know we have to talk sir.." davey began kissing Richard's neck. "But... what I need more than anything else, is cock." He slid down to his knees and began opening Richard's pants.
"Now, now. Did I give you permission?" Harris teased, and davey looked up. "So punish me," as he took Harris in his mouth. "OH GODDAMN. " Richard moaned. "This man is SO GOOD with his tongue." Davey knew that Harris liked the sound of slurping, and he tried to be as noisy as possible, as he devoured Harris' cock. He looked up, with almost a crazed look in his eye. "Did you sweat a lot today Sir? Take off your shirt for me. PLEASE." Harris knew where this was going. Davey had become quite a pig, and he was loving it. He pulled off his shirt, and then he grabbed davey.
'GET YOUR TONGUE IN THAT PIT. CLEAN IT OUT. CLEAN IT OUT GOOD.' "Yes sir. " More slurping sounds as davey worked at getting Richard more and more aroused.
"I think it's time for MY tongue to get to work. GET IN THE BEDROOM. NOW."
"Yes sir."
davey was lying face up on the bed, and naked, when Harris came in. "Oh, isn't this the prettiest sight in the whole world? My man there, just waiting. Just waiting." He began kissing davey down his whole body. "Hmmm. That stubble is growing back fast. May need another shave session."
"OH YES SIR. PLEASE . PLEASE MAKE ME SMOOTH."
"In time darling, in time.." As he nibbled on davey's nip, he saw that there was a message on davey's phone. It was from the In Vitro clinic. It had just come in. Should he interrupt?
NAH. He kept up his work on those nips, as davey moaned. "Sir, I'm getting so horny. PLEASE PLEASE FUCK ME. FUCK ME NOW. " Harris, however, was in a more playful mood. "Not quite yet, my handsome student.." Instead, he ran his finger all around davey's balls, making concentric circles that were arousing and tickling to davey. Then his finger moved to davey's hard, enlarged cock. The first stroke provoked a drop of precum.
"OH GOD SIR. This is cruel. This is really REALLY cruel. MMMMMPH." He didn't get the rest out, as Harris shoved his tongue in his mouth. He kept it there, moving around, for a long time, before he gave davey the evil look which they both knew meant rimming.
Harris' hands slid under davey's ass cheeks, and lifted them up. davey wasn't the only one who could make fake noises and Richard began making growling, snarling noises. And this time, rather than rimming davey constantly, as he always did, Richard would stop, look up, and then go back. There was no pattern to it though, and it made davey even hornier. He was moaning really, REALLY loud.
"SIR I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE.." Harris laughed. "You're gonna have to." He squeezed davey's balls to the point just short of pain, to hold him back. It worked for a short while, but then.... a high pitched yell came out of davey that Harris had never heard , and davey probably had never made before, and cum spattered everywhere.
"Hmmm. More doing things without my permission. More punishment... "
"Sir, fucking me is a reward. Not a punishment.'
"Oh, I have something else in mind. Just not today, sweetpea." Now, Harris began to slide into davey. He was hard and big enough that he could slide on top of his husband, and get the neck tattoo.
"OH yes, SIR. My hungry wolf. GOD. " As Richard slid back and forth, pushing deeper and deeper, davey felt a rush of endorphin. He thought about the imprint he saw through Chet's shirt. He thought about how he had gone into this relationship skeptical, and scared, and how loved and fulfilled he felt now. This all went through his head, as Harris exploded into him. He fell down on top of davey, kissing his ears, his eyes, every part of his face, before coming back to his mouth with his tongue. When he finished, he looked at davey. "You'd best check your phone, my love."
"Oh, I usually don't leave it out. Sorry. " He saw the message.
"RICHIE. IT'S THE FERTILITY CLINIC. " Richard grabbed davey's other hand, while he called the clinic back.
"Hello. Yes, this is Davey Cannon. I'm returning your call. " Richard heard some sounds from the other end of the phone, and then davey repeated a string of numbers. There was a pause and he saw davey go white, and then smile.
"thank you. Thank you so much. Yes, I will check in with you. 72 hours."
He got off the phone, and turned to Richard.
"We're going to be a father again. The implant was successful."
Richard saw davey's face light up.
"DAVEY. CONGRATULATIONS DAD." "Wait. I'm not done. So was the second implant. Richard, we're having twins."
Richard's mouth dropped. And for one of the few times in their relationship, davey shoved in his tongue. Some serious tongue wrestling followed, for about 20 minutes.
"Oh shit Sir. I don't think we were ready for this." Richard smiled. "Betcha a million dollars Clara did, and is ready."
And indeed, up in her little working room, Clara was saying a prayer of thanks to all of her fertility goddesses before she got to making dinner. When she had prayed to them that morning, she had seen a vision of two foals being born. She closed off the prayer before she saw the genders. She didn't want to know.
"He's going to be a wonderful father," she smiled and thanked the goddesses again. Fish was on the menu that night. Tuna. It wouldn't take long to cook . Maybe there was time to make a special dessert, built on the theme of twins.
By the time she had walked down the stairs to the kitchen, she had a plan. She heard the two of them, in their bedroom, and she noted a lightness in Richard's voice she hadn't heard.... ever. "He's going to be a wonderful father too."