A New Beginning Part Seven-
As always, thanks to those who have written. A few of my critics have made comment that I can't write a story without a cliffhanger or massive quantities of sex.. U tell me.....
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Chapter One:
"Charlie" said the Senior Customs Official at the Bermuda Airport, "There is a private jet on approach to the hangars, you want to take him?"
"Sure Sam" said Charlie. "Who is it? Anyone we know?"
"Nope" said Sam, "First time bugger. His other jet flew in this morning. The GulfstreamV we checked in this morning."
"Ah, Quite" said Charlie. "Rather cheeky to have a pair isn't it?"
"Some people Charlie." said Sam, "On your way"
Charlie picked up his clipboard, and put on his jacket. Walking out the door, he glanced down the tarmac. He could hear the jet approaching. Awfully loud, he thought. Rounding the corner, he saw it. He came to a halt. Backing up he opened the door. "Sam!" he yelled out, "Get your bloody ass out here"
Sam came running out the door, thinking he had gun runners or drug runners the way Charlie had yelled. He too came to a halt.
Renaissance came to a halt 50 feet in front of them, her four gold painted engines shutting down. The two customs agents turned and looked at each other looking at each other in disbelief at the 747. As they waited, the stairs were rolled into place and a door in the plane opened. Not sure what to expect in the first place, they were totally unprepared for a man who appeared to be about 20 or 22 dressed in a open necked white button down dress shirt, jeans, and docksiders come down the stairs with a briefcase.
"Good Morning Gentleman" said Brandon taking his sunglasses off. "My name is Brandon Richards. I presume you are from customs."
"Yessir" said Charlie, recovering somewhat. "Forgive my manners, it is just that we don't get too many 747 Jumbo Jets come rolling down the tarmac."
"I understand" said Brandon, smiling, "Jonathan wanted something with room. Now, shall we go to your office or can we do this here?"
While Charlie was handling the official business, Sam glanced up at the jet. At that moment, Danny took that time to walk out onto the stair platform and look down. Without a jacket, the .357 Magnum Desert Eagle he habitually carried was evident.
"Damn" muttered Sam. "That is the nastiest looking bodyguard I've seen in a while"
In short order, Brandon returned to the plane, while the custom officials beat a hasty retreat to their office. While concerned about the weapons carried by Danny and probably the rest of the security staff, they were placated by proper credentials.
"OK Danny " said Brandon coming back on board. "We're cleared"
"What did you do to them?" asked Danny, "I've never seen customs guys take off so fast"
"They weren't expecting a 747, much less one rolling up to their doorway" said Brandon.
"I love doing that to those people' said Captain Hendrickson, coming downstairs from the cockpit. "Gets even for the days I flew commercial"
"OK" said Danny, "This should be a quiet few days or so. I know Jon wants to go up to Boston, for a day or so, but we'll be based here for a few days, then head to Key West." He turned to the Captain. "The island isn't exactly big to begin with, but we are all staying in the same place, so stay close. I don't foresee any problems, but if we have to take off in a hurry, I want to know where you are."
"Always Danny" said the Captain. "If you don't need me, I have to go see American Airlines about servicing us"
"OK" said Danny, "Check with Brandon later"
Captain Hendrickson nodded and put on his sunglasses walking out into the Bermudan sunshine.
"Now, where did the lovebirds get off too?" asked Danny.
Chapter Two: Nick and Jonathan were actually having a late lunch upstairs, just finishing off as they landed.
"I'm surprised you can eat anything after last night's dinner Nick" said Jonathan.
"I don't see you exactly starving either there babe" said Nick. "For that matter, how do you deal with the jet lag gig? I haven't a clue what time it is"
"Must have been the sex" said Jonathan, "Burned off the food. Jet lag, well, that comes in time."
"God knows" said Nick, smiling. After taking care of the problems with the Justice Department, the two had gone back inside to their suite and picked up where they left off the night before, taking turns licking, and sucking each other until both had been totally satisfied. Again before they left, in the shower they had made love. Any problems that had been with Nick's "death" had disappeared as the two re-affirmed their love for each other. Both Nick and Jon had slept most of the 6 hour flight from Zurich. Now as the finished lunch, Brandon came upstairs.
"OK guys" said Brandon, "We're set to go whenever you are."
"Sounds good man" said Jonathan.
The three of them walked downstairs. Sitting expectantly at the foot of the stairs was Sebastian; his tail swishing slowly. Jonathan picked up the cat and scratched his ears. Sebastian crawled out of Jonathan's arms to stand on his shoulders. Stretching, and churring , the cat looked over and seeing Nick, he walked across the back of Jon's shoulders and sat down on Nick's shoulders, rubbing his jaw along the back of Nick's head.
"Looks like you have scored with pussy again" said Jonathan.
"Wiseass" said Nick, reaching back and latching on to Sebastian. Sebastian, turned over in Nick's arms and gazed at him with emerald green eyes.
"Glad to see he likes you" said Jonathan going into the front lounge to retrieve his laptop. Nick put the cat down on the couch. Sebastian stretched and once more began churring at the two, trying to get attention. Seeing he wasn't going to get any, he hopped off the couch and went off in search of his food bowl behind the bar. Not finding any food in it, he let loose a wild scream that got their attention.
"He is kind of a wild cat man" said Nick, "I've never seen one like that"
"One of a kind that's for sure" said Jonathan. He went around the bar and fed the beast, taking time to scratch Sebastian's ears.
"I hope you are gonna like it here babe." said Jonathan coming back around from the bar. "It's kind of quiet. The whole island is just a shade over 21 square miles, with virtually crime and no unemployment"
"Sounds like paradise" said Nick. "That means no one shooting."
"Yup" said Jonathan as they walked out into the sunshine. A loose circle of guards surrounded them. "Shakespeare to Mark Twain they all called it paradise"
They went into the waiting limo and it was a short drive to the cottage colony they were staying in. As they got out of the limo the general manager of the cottage colony came out to meet them.
"Good Afternoon Mr. Castleton" said the GM, "Welcome to Fourways. It is a pleasure to meet you. If there anything we can do for you while you are here please feel free to contact me personally"
Jonathan shook hands "Thank you sir" he said. "We are just here for some peace and quiet for a few days"
"Well, we will do everything in our power to make it so for you" said the General Manager. With a nod, he left them in the capable hands of the concierge. In short order, Nick and Jon were ensconced in their own cottage. The cottage over looked the grounds and sheltered cove that the compound was on.
"That is so beautiful man" said Nick. "It is even prettier then St. Thomas."
"My parents and I used to come here a lot" said Jonathan. "Bermuda is probably my favorite island. Everything is just so proper, so clean, it is like not having to worry about anything. All seems right with the world."
There was a knock at the door and Brandon came in. "Hey guys" he said. "Everything OK?"
"Yeah it is perfect thanks." said Jonathan. "Do you always have master keys to everything ?"
"Yup" said Brandon. "Only way I can keep up with you."
"What would you have done if we had been fucking on the couch?" asked Jonathan.
"Take pictures, sold them to the highest bidder in porno land and made a fortune" he said, never missing a beat. "But, since you aren't, you can sign these". He handed Jonathan a folder of papers. Then he turned to Nick. "As far as you are concerned, I have something for you too"
"Oh?" asked Nick turning around. "What did I do?"
"It's what you haven't done" said Brandon, walking back to the suite door. He opened it. "There you go. You have paperwork to do too."
In the doorway, standing in a dress shirt and jeans, with sockless docksiders, and a killer tan was the next shock in Nick's life. Jonathan looked up, smiled and went back to his papers. Mark stood in the doorway. He walked in.
"Oh my God" said Mark. "You are alive."
"Trick of the century" said Nick, equally shocked. He had forgotten that he had gotten Mark hired before his 'death'.
"Mark has been training with me over the past 8 months" said Brandon. "He is fully versed in everything he needs to know about you, your business and habits. All of your account numbers, credit cards, phone numbers and all are locked in his little brain."
"Great" said Nick. "Thanks man, but uhm.. why do I have a personal assistant, nothing personal bro" looking at Mark.
"In case you have forgotten Nick" said Mark coming over, "You own two hotels worth a little over 200 million, 8 credit cards, and 17 bank accounts totaling over 800 million dollars."
"EIGHT HUNDRED MILLION?" said Nick incredulously, looking at Jonathan.
"I had to hide some assets on a stock split" said Jonathan smiling. "Seemed like a good place to put it, cheaper taxes that way"
"Sheesh back from the dead for only 4 days and I have a job" said Nick collapsing into a chair.
Mark walked over. " I need your signatures on these things"
"What am I signing" said Nick, looking at the paperwork like it was poisoned.
"For starters, they are the papers that say you are the owner of the hotels again. Then signature authorizations and such. Check orders for approvals on work done on the hotels, purchase order authorizations, things like that" said Mark.
"Oh" said Nick. "This stuff OK to sign Jon?"
"Yeah, its cool." said Jonathan. "It's been looked over, we just haven't exactly had time to get everything back in line yet, since you pulled your Lazarus stunt.. Few more days, you won't even see a tenth of the paper"
"Good" said Nick signing stuff, "I hate this worse then ties and cufflinks. Who has been signing this stuff if I'm supposed to be dead anyway?"
"The attorneys" said Jonathan. "After I put two and two together, the two hotels were put back in your name just in case. Figured it wouldn't be too hard if I had to switch again if you weren't staying"
"Ah" said Nick. "Now why would I leave?"
"Speaking of leaving boss" said Mark, talking to Nick. "You have a dinner to be at next week in Geneva"
"For what?" scowling at Mark. Hawaii wasn't so bad after all he was thinking.
"National Congress of Swiss Hotel Owners" he said.
"Oh" said Nick, finishing with the papers and almost thrusting them at Mark.
"The details will be downloaded to your laptop later on tonight or tomorrow morning" said Mark. "Can we talk a minute?"
"Yeah sure" said Nick, getting up and walking out on the patio. "What's doing?"
"I just wanted to say thanks for everything you have done for me." said Mark. "I couldn't believe it last year when David said I was going to go to work for you guys. Then I heard you were killed and I thought that was that. Brandon personally flew down to St. Thomas and got me. I can't believe it. It was Hell on wheels for a while learning all this stuff. I was flown to classes here, and there, seminars, training out the ass. I think I racked up something like 125,000 frequent flyer miles. First Class was cool though." He paused to smile. "I've been in the home office cooling my jets doing stuff for like 3 months. Brandon had told me that there would eventually be days where we would be moving on no notice. All of a sudden yesterday I got the word to get out to the airport in half an hour. He wasn't kidding about keeping a bag packed at all times. . Brandon had warned me there would be days that I would be on the move on virtually no notice. Do you have any idea how weird it is being 22 years old and the only passenger on the Gulfstream? It is pretty overwhelming."
"I know what you mean" said Nick, remembering his own first encounter on the jet. "It was pretty wild. Try doing that in the 747."
"Well at any rate I don't want to take you up from your time" said Mark. "Just wanted to say thanks. You have given me the break of a lifetime and I'm going to make the most of it. I can't believe the deal"
"Relax dude" said Nick. "Sit. Talk to me for a while."
Mark sat back down, "I'm pretty glad you are alive man. You made a hell of an impression on me in St. Thomas"
"I'm flattered man" said Nick. "I thought you were pretty cool down there helping me out. You took a big chance."
"Some things are worth it man" said Mark. "Brandon and Jonathan talked to me about six months ago. When they both saw that I was understanding the information I had to learn and stuff, they took care of me; taught me what was expected. I've got an office with a closet that has more clothes in it then I did at home and that's just the office."
"Yeah, I'm sure" said Nick smiling, remembering his encounters with closets across the world. "Jonathan likes his staff well dressed."
"Does he own stock in A&F?" asked Mark.
"I'm beginning to think so" said Nick. "You too eh?"
"Yeah man" said Mark. "I love the stuff. Next day I got flown to Atlanta with a corporate card and was told to 'get dressed'"
"Sounds like Jon" said Nick. "He is really careful about who he picks on his staff, but takes care of them like family."
"Brandon decided that I didn't quite look like the Executive Assistant type just yet, so while we were in London for a seminar, we hit the Sasson Studios" said Mark.
"That would explain the hair I guess" said Nick. "You look killer man"
"Thanks Nick" said Mark, blushing a little. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, what" said Nick
The two continued to talk into the early evening. Finally wrapping it up, Mark left the suite and Nick went off in search of Jonathan.
"Hey babe" said Nick, finding Jon in the bedroom. "You sleeping?"
"Nope" said Jonathan rolling over. "Tempting you to come over here and get fucked silly"
"Pervert" said Nick hopping onto the bed, kissing him. "What would you do if I said I want to fuck Mark instead of you"
"Fire him and spank you" said Jonathan running his hand under Nick's shirt. "God you feel so good babe"
"Yeah, well it feels good too" said Nick, slipping off his shirt.
Jonathan continued running his hands over Nicks abs and chest. He leaned forward to kiss him. Tongues intertwined as the two played. Soon, Nick's jeans and boxers were lying at the foot of the bed. Jonathan was thrusting in and out of Nick's ass faster and faster as Nick stroked himself and encouraged Jonathan on.
"Come on man" said Nick, stroking furiously. "Slam it home man. Give it to me"
With a growl, Jonathan slammed his cock home one last time and unloaded four large volleys into Nick. Collapsing onto Nick, he felt Nick surround him with his arms and continue to pump his hard cock against Jonathan's stomach. Kissing Jonathan he moaned as he shot off his load between them covering them in cum. As the two began to breathe normally, they kissed gently.
"So, how many countries to we have left before we fuck over the world" asked Nick.
"Wiseass" said Jonathan. Rolling off Nick he pulled him up. "Come on babe. Shower and Dinner. You are in for a surprise"
Chapter Three: The two showered, washing each other making out and driving each other to another orgasm. Changing into casual clothes, they walked out of their cottage to find Danny and Jeff waiting outside.
"Just hanging out?" asked Jonathan.
"Keeping your ass out of trouble as usual" replied Danny.
"Okies" said Jonathan. "You figure out how you are gonna get us around?"
"Yup" said Danny, turning he showed them two mini van taxi's. "Chartered by the hour. Figured that we would just keep them on retainer while we are here."
"They cool with it?" asked Jonathan.
"Not a problem." said Danny.
They piled into the two taxis and headed away from the compound. Traveling across the small island country they came to the down town section of St. George, the old capital of Bermuda. They got out in the square. Nick and Jonathan looked around and walked down to the wharf. There was a cruise ship tied up in harbor.
"God that is big" said Nick.
"Yeah but fun" said Jonathan. "We should take one"
"Hmmm sex on the high seas." said Nick. "I made it into the mile high club, what is the one for the seas?"
"The Poseidon Club" said Jonathan. He felt happy here. He knew he was safe from problems here. There were more guns surrounding him with the 5 security agents then were probably on the whole island. Not even the police carried weapons here. It was truly as they said a paradise.
The two walked back across the square, surrounded loosely by the security agents. Nick and Jonathan stopped to play briefly at the stocks in front of the town hall. Jonathan locked Nick into the stocks then went around and started to tickle him.
:"Hey man" cried Nick. "No fair. I can't move"
The security crew thought this was incredibly funny. "You should see what they did in the old days babe" said Jonathan coming back around. "They used to leave people here for days, the crowds would come around and throw rotting food at them"
"Blaqh" said Nick.
Jonathan released Nick and they continued on across the town hall stopping to read the plaque on the town hall dating back to the early 1700's.
Finally the two continued up a side alley. They stopped in front of the Wharf Tavern.
"This doesn't exactly look four star here Jon" said Nick.
"Nope nope" said Jonathan. This is strictly a locals hangout. The US and British Navy usually hangs out here too when they are in port."
They entered the small building and walked down the steps into the bar. It was like being transported to a pub in London. The only difference was that the bartender was in tee shirt and shorts. Nick and Jon found a table out on the patio over looking the harbor. The security staff made themselves as inconspicuous as possible in the tables around them. It didn't' work too well. A waitress came over and handed them menus and took their drink orders. When she came back with two schooners of Watney's Red Barrell, they ordered the local special of Shepherd's Pie and Fish and Chips. It was an easy relaxing night. After dinner they played a few rounds of darts, then Jonathan managed to lose 100 dollars to a local.
As they left the bar, Jonathan pointed out to Nick to "Never play darts in a British Pub for money"
They took another walk around the square before returning to the Fourways Colony for the night.
Chapter Four: In the morning after seriously messing up the bedsheets again Nick and Jonathan went over to the Inn for brunch. Nick was totally dazzled by the Brunch Buffet that was offered.
"Oh my God" said Nick, "I've never seen so much food laid out"
"This is one of the top 10 Brunches of the world babe" said Jonathan, picking out pieces of fruit. "This restaurant is over 300 years old."
"What do you mean?" asked Nick as they returned to their table.
"This place was originally a rum runner and pirate hangout, something like the Gunpowder Cavern" said Jonathan, between bites of a sinfully sweet French Toast. "It was then just called Fourways. That was because the place was one large room; which incidentally was the front of the place where we came in. It was called Fourways because there were four doors, hence four ways in and four ways out"
This caused Nick to break out laughing, choking on his own Belgium Waffle.
"You can't be serious man" said Nick.
"God's honest truth" said Jonathan.
Going back for seconds, they planned out their day. While eating, Brandon and Mark came in, got breakfast and joined them at the table.
"Morning guys" said Brandon.
"Morning" said Jonathan. "Anything going on?"
"Nope" said Mark. "All is quiet. This place is amazing, it is so much prettier then even St. Thomas"
"Yeah Bermuda is a special place" said Jonathan, looking out the window at the morning ocean, its colors shimmering.
"Captain Hendrickson wanted to know when you wanted to go up to Boston" said Brandon.
"Probably this afternoon" said Jonathan. "We need some clothes for Junior and I want to see how the renovations went at the hotel"
"That's my hotel thank you" said Nick with a pompous smile on his face.
"Details details" said Jonathan, throwing a roll at Nick. "I paid for it"
"OK" said Brandon. "Oh by the way. Paul said to tell you not to eat too much. You are going running with him at 11 before he heads back to South Carolina."
"Where's Paul going?" asked Nick.
"He was with me for a while between semesters at school" said Jonathan. "He is finishing his studies at USC at Beaufort. Classes start in two days."
"I need to go see him" said Nick.
"You gonna run with us?" asked Jonathan.
"Sure" said Nick. "After I find another of these waffles."
As Nick wandered off towards the tables, Brandon turned back to Nick. "I met with Danny this morning. You need to find someplace to settle down for a few days or a week."
"What's up?" asked Jonathan.
"He is going to meet with you later on today I guess" said Brandon. "Most likely on the way to Boston. From what I gather he wants to have some modifications to the 747 done."
"AH" said Jonathan. "I know what's coming"
After Breakfast and relaxing for a while, Nick and Jonathan started to get changed to go running. This turned out to be a fast sex session in the process. After taking off his pants and boxers before he could put on a jock, Nick was on his knees sucking off Jonathan. Swallowing down Jonathan's load, he jerked off his load all over Jon's feet and legs. He bent down and licked them clean before rising and kissing Jonathan. This lead to them falling on the bed and making out for a good ten minutes.
"God I love you baby" said Nick.
"I love you too man" said Jonathan between kissing and gently biting Nick's neck.
Finally the two got dressed and went out side to meet Danny, Jeff, two other security Agents, Brandon, Mark, and Paul.
"God, we are gonna cause a traffic jam" said Jonathan laughing.
The group took off for a brisk 10 mile run around the beauty of the island. Several times they stopped to take in the sheer beauty of the South Shore. Nick lost count at over 15 colors of blue and green in the waters. This was paradise he thought.