Richard and davey were both out of the house when Heather's attorney came by, with the signed agreement. Jason met her "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met Ms..." "Ostrow. Janet Ostrow. And I'm sorry we're meeting under these circumstances. I've heard very good things about the way you manage the Harris estate and affairs." Jason smiled. "Mr. Harris has been very good to me. " He paused. "It's inappropriate for me to speak of another attorney's clients in her presence, so I won't. All I will say is, both Mr. Harris and I remain at your disposal should you need anything. Good day Ms. Ostrow." With that, Heather ceased to be a presence in davey's life. It would take a while for him to finally "purge" her , but she was gone. She left town, and never came back. There were rumors that she had gotten a job as a waitress about 650 miles away, and there were rumors that she had become a whore in a brothel even further away, but nothing was every substantiated.
Davey began to grow his mustache. He was a hairy man, so it didn't take long. Harris clearly liked it, at all stages. He would embrace davey, and kiss him, smiling, saying "there's an old proverb: kissing a man without a mustache, is like eating an egg without salt, " davey. Davey smiled "I HAVE seen you salt your eggs." "Yes. To Carla's undying disapproval. He heaved a sigh. "So, she's mentioned it about 12 times and I guess that means it will happen, sooner or later. Come this weekend, I believe you'll have to take me out for a run." Davey smiled broadly. "Carla DID tell me that if she didn't see evidence, she wasn't buying any more chocolate. " Richard laughed. "She does have a patent on passive aggressive. And, speaking of aggressive." He grabbed davey and threw him down on the bed. "Someone else didn't shave this morning, and he cannot guarantee you won't need a turtleneck tomorrow." "OH GOD. OH GOD SIR," davey began to moan, as Harris scruffed his neck and ear. " I could have had 20 years of this...." Harris thought "you can have as much of it as you can handle," but he kept quiet. It had been less than a month. He could argue, it was 20 years and a month, but stick to the real, Richie" he told himself. "Not yet. Not yet." Still, Richard thought to the scene with Heather, where davey referred to him as his lover. It made him even harder, as he began to fuck davey that night.
Next day, at breakfast, Richard told everyone that, unfortunately, he was going to have to miss dinner that night. "Lawanda tells me that she's down two chefs, so two of the servers are going to cover. That means that yours truly is going to put on an apron and wait tables tonight. "Will you be wearing anything else Sir?" asked davey, before he blushed. Carla turned away so no one could see her laugh, while Jason turned slightly redder in the face. Sam just laughed out loud. Harris made a fake frown. "Unfortunately, the health code may object to me living out your fantasy davey. However, there IS this weekend."
Davey finished his classes, and before he left Coach Jackson called him over "Cannon - hey - you don't think we expect you to do this for free do you?" He handed davey an envelope. 'ITS YOUR PAYCHECK CANNON. " He looked at davey's face. "Wait. Are you telling me this is the first time you've gotten one of these." Davey blushed "It is Coach. I..., I went from school, to Heather, and then, well... " He began to cry. "I earned this. I earned this myself." Coach Jackson got serious "Yes, davey, you did. You earned every last penny of it." He put his hand on davey's shoulder "And I hope there are gonna be a lot more. You work hard here kid. The boys adore you, the staff adores you. You're a star." Then he paused 'AND WHEN THE HELL ARE YOU GONNA START MARATHON TRAINING. NO EXCUSES . NO MORE." Davey snapped to attention. "YES SIR. I promised to try to get Mr. Harris to do cardio, so..." Coach Jackson began to laugh, resonant and booming. "NOW THAT IS GONNA BE A CHALLENGE CANNON. IF YOU CAN DO THAT, WE MAY HAVE TO PUT UP A GOLD STATUE OF YOU. " He paused. "Seriously davey, don't spend it all in one place. Jason is a GOOD money manager. Listen to him. "
Sam was waiting at the car. He was smiling. "Payday today, huh davey?" "Yeah Sam. I really, really don't think I ever earned money." Sam continued to smile. "Well congratulations and welcome to the world of the working stiff." Davey thought to himself. "well, I AM stiff when I think about Richie, but...." Sam continued. "You'll want to talk to Jason when we get home. I know he wants to talk to you about a few things." The car took off, and they got to the big house in no time.
Carla smiled when she saw davey. "OH, with Mr. Harris not here tonight davey, we can have all the dessert we want. " She dropped her voice. "I hope you can get him to exercise. I worry. He has a big heart, but it's not going to help him if he doesn't relax or exercise or do something." Davey thought about how Richard seemed perfectly fit during love making, but he looked at Carla. "I'm going to do my best Ms. Carla. Maybe you can even make him a cookie or something." She sniffed. "Trust me davey, he'll be putting away enough pignoli cookies at the restaurant tonight to do for all of us." Jason walked in behind him.
"Davey. Congratulations on becoming a productive member of society." He smiled - a rare thing for Jason. "Shall we go to the library for a discussion." "Yes Jason, sure. "
Davey took the seat he'd taken several times before. Jason had a bottle of water, and he poured davey a glass. "I'm afraid I jumped on you faster than Mr. Harris does, so let me at least make sure you're hydrated." "Thank you. I AM thirsty." Jason began.
"So, davey, later this week, we need to recommence finding you an apartment. This ugly little incident with Heather put us behind , but we'll catch up." "Thank you Jason. I want to thank ALL of you for helping with that. " Jason responded. "Well, you'll get a chance to thank Carla and Sam in a couple of minutes, because we're going to have a group meeting, but for now.... let's go over some of the suggestions I have for managing your money."
Jason spent the next hour going over apportioning money for rent, for basics, etc. He gave davey a notepad so he could record things, and davey did. At the end, he asked "davey, do you have any questions?" "Not right now Jason . Thank you for going over this stuff. I know it's all basic to you, but it's new to me." Jason smiled. "I just try to think of how I would teach my son to manage money." He caught himself. "Let me get Sam and Carla. Don't worry davey, there's nothing wrong."
Davey sat in the library admiring the books. Richie had promised to teach him Latin. And he had to talk to Jason about putting money aside to take some classes, to get some more education. Carla and Sam walked in, and they sat around the desk with Jason and davey. "I'm going to let Carla speak, because this was her idea, after I give you some information davey. We are aware of the financial arrangement you've made with Mr. Harris. If you think for one minute he's not a scrupulous record keeper, he is. So I can provide you with a listing of what you and he have done, and what's left on that 25,000. tab.
"Excuse me Jason, but it's 40,000 I owe Mr. Harris, not 25,000" He saw Jason smile and then Carla began. "Davey, I wasn't there at the meeting, but I heard about it. First, I am incredibly grateful how you and Mr. Harris both spoke for me at the meeting. Heather has always been cruel to me. You wouldn't have it." Davey blushed. "Carla, I'm not going to let anyone be cruel to you, not even Richie - ooooh, I'm sorry, Mr. Harris." Carla blushed. "It's ok. He's not here. Now, the second thing: Mr. Harris was very moved by what you said about him, and how you protected HIM that night." Davey thought about it for a minute. "You mean... , when I told her I wouldn't let her speak to my lover that way?" Carla blushed further. "That was it davey. It shocked him. In a good way. I mean, none of us have any doubts as to how he feels about YOU, but, well, there's a difference between enjoying a vigorous man, and loving him." Sam smiled "Indeed there is." Carla went on "Now, Mr. Harris feels that, the way you defended both of us, saved him 15,000. So he's taking that off the debt. What was 40,000, is now 25,000." Davey's mouth dropped. "HUH? He's doing that because I told the truth?" Carla looked at him. "Davey, that's why we're having this meeting, because we really want to know: when you called Mr. Harris your lover, what did you mean? Do you love him?"
Davey wasn't sure how to answer that question. "Do you mind if I think this out loud, Carla? I'm not sure I can give you a good answer any other way." Jason jumped in. "Please. Go ahead. I do that myself. Often."
"When Heather attacked him, I wasn't going to let her do that. I said the first thing that came into my mind. I said it..... I guess.... because we make love every day. But I know that's not what you're asking. You're asking do I love Mr. Harris? I... I'm not sure. I think I do, but I don't know. I realized, when she divorced me, that I really didn't love Heather. But you're only supposed to marry someone if you love them. I mean, I mean... I'm not expecting or asking Mr. Harris to marry me or anything." He lied and said "I haven't really even thought about that. " (In fact, davey thought about being married to Richard every day). But..., but..., it's been less than a month. Maybe. It's all confusing because, well, it's a month, but it's 20 years. " He looked like a young boy, holding his breath. "I JUST DON"T KNOW CARLA. I KNOW WHAT I FEEL BUT I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S LOVE. I'M SORRY. I JUST DON'T KNOW." He looked down and when he looked up, all of Carla, Sam, and Jason looked relieved.
Sam spoke. "davey, that was an honest answer. A completely honest answer. We respect that. And davey, if you had said you DID love him, we wouldn't have believed you." He looked at Carla. "Love takes time. LOTS of it. So, we're sorry we asked you, we really are. We just ALL feel very protective of Mr. Harris and what he's done for us. We don't want anyone to hurt him.
"Sam, I would never hurt Mr. Harris. Certainly not deliberately. " He smiled. "I mean, he may complain he's in pain after I take him running on Sunday, but , Jason laughed "I think that's different davey. I think that's 'no pain no gain' instead of pain for its own worth' which your ex wife was exceptionally skilled at." Everyone seemed to take a deep breath, and Sam continued. "You've heard us say it, but I'll repeat it. Mr. Harris has been sad for a long, long time. You're the first person who's truly made him happy. Please don't stop."
Davey sighed "for what it's worth folks, Richie is the first person who's made me happy in a long, LONG time. You folks do too. But he was the first. " He took a deep breath. "I cannot tell you how good it felt to be wanted, desired, for what I was. I don't think I ever was." He swallowed "yes, I know he finds me attractive. But I was thinking yesterday: there are a LOT of attractive men - more attractive than me - and way smarter than me. But I'm the one he wants. And that makes me so happy. " Jason looked teary eyed "davey, I think there are few people smarter than you are. Thank you for telling us what you did." Clara smiled. "I think we should go and have dinner, unless everybody wants to start with dessert."
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While the gang of four was having their meeting, Richard was NOT at the restaurant. There was no staff shortage. He was , however, sitting at dinner, at Gradisca's , with Travis. He had paid one of the bussers to serve as a driver. "Travis, I don't know what I'm going to do. Know what I did today?" Travis smiled. "Let me guess. You went on line and looked at engagement rings." Richard blushed. "were you hiding in the background?" Travis took Richard's hand "Oh dear. You've got it bad, don't you?" "I do Travis. I really, really do. I thought I was going to have to fight for every kiss, fight for every blow job, and God knows, I never expected him to be so, well, compliant. Or to enjoy it. Or me. But he does. Or he's the best actor I've ever seen."
"Richard darling, he's not acting. Remember? I WAS there at lunch. I saw the way he looks at you. Yes, there's a bit of a puppy looking at the daddy who saved him from the pound, but there's more. Can I make a suggestion?" "Sure Travis. Your advice is always well taken."
"Listen, you told me he's taking you running on Sunday. It's a good start. Richard LET HIM TAKE YOU RUNNING. " He paused "I know better than to say 'let him top in bed' and I don't think he would. That man is pure bottom. But.... , let him make some suggestions, let him approach you. Make him work for it. You told me he got his first paycheck today. Do you remember getting yours?"
Richard smiled. "Yes, I do. I felt like.." Travis cut him off "you became a man." He paused and smiled. Richard began to think , then he smiled. "YES. YES. I understand what you're saying." He reached over and kissed Travis. "Travis, you're wonderful." Travis smiled "Yes, I know. Now, look at all the engagement rings you want. One fantasy became reality, you need another one. But if I find out you bought one, without consulting with me.... I will never speak to you again. Now, let's have one last drink, let's get you back to the restaurant, and then get home to davey. "
They had a brandy, and then after the busser had driven Travis home, he took Richard back to the restaurant. From the restaurant, Richard texted Sam. "Sorry for this. The restaurant was slow tonight, and I'm bringing my apron home. Can you come and get me? Thanks." Sam read it out to the dinner table, where they were finishing up. He texted back "on my way Sir. Clara wants to know how many pignoli cookies you ate." Richard howled when he saw that. He told Lawanda, who responded "I'm gonna call her and tell her I stopped counting after the 30th one. " Then she laughed "You go home to that boy of yours. Let him show you a thing or two." He looked at her. "Travis ain't the only one in this world who can figure you out boss."
Sam picked up Richard, who thanked him for coming out "Oh, it's not an issue Sir. We had just finished eating, Jason had helped davey with money management, and I was simply closing up the house for the night. "
When they got home, Richard had a big smile on his face. "I'm so glad to see everyone here. I brought something from the restaurant for you all." He handed over a bag, filled with pignoli cookies. "Now you can take them from me, or I'm bringing them to our bedroom." Clara snatched the bag. "NO MORE THAN 30 SIR. DAVEY, YOU BETTER ADD A MILE TO SUNDAY'S RUN." Davey, in the meanwhile, had heard the "our." He got up from his seat, and went over to Richard. He took his hands, and looked into his eyes. "Do you know how much I miss you when you're not here, Sir." He kissed Harris, in front of the others, and he hugged him. He whispered "do you know how much I want you, right now? " He turned to the others. "We'll see you tomorrow. "
With davey leading, they went to the bedroom. Richard closed the door and davey turned to him. "Undress me stud. Get my clothes off, and FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL' . Davey could see the wolvine look in Harris' eyes. He knew Harris just wanted to tear his shirt off and take him. He was patient though, opening each button slowly, kissing davey's torso as his shirt opened. Then he undid davey's jeans. They feel away. Off went davey's jock and his cock stood out, long and hard.
"My turn" said davey, and he did the same to Harris. Then he led him to the bed. He eased Harris on top of him. "Not my neck tonight Sir. But anything else you want. "Gradisca, lover man." Richard kissed davey deeply. His own cock was hard, and dripping. "How does the song go? " Richard was thinking "If this isn't love/it'll have to do/until the real thing comes along." He pulled davey's legs up and he dove in, getting him nice and moist for the fucking to follow.
LIKE AN ANIMAL SIR. LIKE AN ANIMAL. MY LOVER IS AN ANIMAL" davey yelled, until Harris' cock turned the yells into moans. "Yes... Yes... YES..." davey purred as Harris took him. When Harris was spent, and davey followed, they fell asleep wound in each other's arms. Both were smiling.