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`See The Good In All Things' 19
(Richard & Derek, Conor in the kitchen)
(Noah & Caleb take a road trip with Juan)
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Some like vanilla, some chocolate, some hot water, others lukewarm.
For Richard, in the kitchen with Noah and Conor, their hijinx were getting old.
Sure, it was fun to the point of erotic, when Noah accidentally dusted Conor's ginger-blond pecs with flour. Evervy follicle looked like tiny silver icicles. That wasn't the clincher though.
Conor, who appeared to be this poker-faced, sedated-man-walking, suddenly began to warm up to a young dude's humor. After looking down his powdered pecs, the thick trail and flour collecting at his navel, his face, when turned to Noah had a look of being appalled.
With that boyish look on his face, Noah offers a cute, "oopsie!"
Seeing the whole thing unravel, Richard just knew that look, of a guy wanting, begging for the other guy to get even.
Conor, after voicing opinion, "so, you think you're cute?" picks up the nearest ingredient, two eggs and with both hands, smashes them over Noah's Pecs.
Both Richard and Noah had raised brows, surprised that Conor would do such a thing!
Not as much fuzz as Conor, yolks and whites drip down Noah's chest, seeming to coagulate when it hits his abs and as the flour at Conor's navel, collects at Noah's innie.
"I can't believe you did that, Conor!" Richard calls it as it looks.
Noah had other plans.
Before Conor finished laughing, Noah had stepped forward, plowing his pecs into Conor's chest. To make sure there was an even seal, puts his arms around and squeezes like two slow dancers.
"I can't believe you did that," Richard says.
In a steady, soft tone so only Richard can hear, "I can."
"So you want to get dirty?" Conor says in his 'straight' voice, which had the inflection that more 'getting even' was coming.
Releasing his grip on Conor, Noah, who was no stranger to how roleplaying with a sado-maso partner works, parts their bods a few inches, twists the old cliche around, "hey, don't get mad. Get even, why doncha?"
Conor was perplexed, though ever since he walked into the kitchen he's wanted to get something out of meeting the twenty year old. What looked like 'murder' on his mind, Conor softens his lips into a smile. Turning to hug Noah, "how's this for getting even, boy," he reels him in, plants his lips on the lad, gives him a tap of his palm on the boy's ass.
Watching the action slowly dissipate, the attraction between Noah and Conor, draws the pair together more fervently.
Confiding in his lover, Richard, Derek shows he was paying attention, "this is so sickening." Then he makes a joke out of it, "Conor should take Noah down to the dungeon and really get even!"
Noah, who was eavesdropping, breaks off their kiss, and with excitement in his voice, "cool! I didn't know you've got a dungeon?"
Conor smiles at the thought!
"Really?" Richard questions, "keeping secrets from your first lover, Derek?"
"First lover?" it confuses the heck out of Conor.
When they first met, Richard and Derek's first thing, was checking out to see if the basement was a dungeon, turning out to be his father's workshop, which had the pair looking at each other for reaction.
"Why don't you show Noah the dungeon, Richard?"
Derek meant it as his own prank. Learning from the first time, it was good that Richard had a curiosity. Someone with a keen interest, only to find out a deep, dark dungeon is actually a workbench, work table, and a bunch of hanging tools. On his mind was the thought of half-naked men happening upon an environment which could be reworked, given a little imagination and a leaky cock!
One of the interesting things with Derek and Richard, when one of them brought some idea up, the other developed an instantaneous telepathic connection.
"I'd be delighted," Richard plays along, smiling at Derek. "It'll be fun. Come on, guys."
They were amazed at how Richard knew a key to the door was needed to open it.
Juan even asks, when Richard's knee hits the door in the right place, that it springs open, "how did you know to do that?"
"Intuition and a little magic," he replies.
Though, when Richard said that, his mind wasn't on the door, but on Conor, rubbing his apron against 'something', which prompts him to judge, "hm, got a little magic of your own going, eh Conor?"
Noah switches attention fast. He and Conor had strung up their aprons, hopefully to not have flour and egg droppings trailing down the hallway. It was Conor nudging Noah, to ball up the khaki apron at the crotch, keeping bits from falling out.
Richard is the first to see, "good idea, but not totally practical?"
Conor says, "no problem. I'll have my new slave clean it up later."
All the while Juan doesn't say a thing, just observes. Though he was surprised of all this talk about 'dungeon' and stuff was making him sprout!
He thought of allowing the other three go first, but Richard decides it best to be their tour guide, in order to add special effects, like, "I hope none of you guys are afraid of tarantulas?!"
Juan was ahead of Noah, and unafraid, "bring'em on," he makes two fists, which in turn flexes his biceps, "and I'll take'm all on at once!"
Noah on the other hand, grabbed the railings on both sides, halted his footsteps and shrank back like as shrinking man.
Conor, feeling the impact against his crotch, says, "I like you're thinking there, Noah!"
Releasing his right hand, replacing it with the left and turning his bod around, Noah comes face to face with Conor's hand-prepping, "damn your apron's getting a workout!"
Conor smiles down at Noah, says, "be prepared, when we get down to the dungeon, to open nice and wide!"
Noah wasn't sure if Conor meant mouth or ass, but all was good!
Five steps behind, Juan was standing on concrete with Richard, all eyes, saying, "dungeon, it looks like mi abuelo's wood shop at home?"
"What was that?" Richard didn't know Spanish.
"My grandfather. He had quite the set up," Juan helps himself to picking up a hammer and bringing it down on a nail, already set in wood.
"Oh shit!" they hear from the stairway and a trampling of feet.
Conor is the first to notice, "a dungeon?"
Noah, who has dabbled in leather and things pertaining to it, showed on his face the impact of Conor's words, "I think we might have a lot in common, Conor?"
"Blame Derek, not me," Richard alludes to.
He didn't mention the 'spider crawling on his neck'!
Conor walks the shop, saying, "but I think this place could hold potential?"
His train of thought, riding in Noah's direction, receives an agreeable reply, "when do we get started?"
Having cornered Richard at the other side of the rather large workshop, Juan pounds a fist against a palm, "say, Ritchie, you wouldn't happen to be into gut-punching?"
Other than thinking of an interrogation technique, Richard says with hands on his hips, "do you think these abs can take anything more than a finger, let alone a fist?"
Glad Richard had led the way, Juan pulls up his tee shirt, revealing troughs, divided off into six lines running down the main thoroughfare, concluding at a deep bellyhole and thick tiger trail, and comparing, "you got a point there, Ritchie."
Good this moment had evolved, Richard comparing tummies, "compared to you, I guess I better get to the gym, eh?"
"For testing abs? Nah, you don't need a gym," which leads to Juan placing hands behind his head, flexing his 6-pack. "Go ahead. Punch my abs until you can't make out the lines of separation?"
With quick decisiveness, Richard replies, "um. No. Sorry. I don't think I can get into that."
Conor, overhearing, comes over and in a condescending manner, "maybe Ritchie can't bring himself to do it," he picks up on Juan's nicknaming, "but me? No problemo!"
Juan, at the feel of Conor working his abs with hands, feeling each crack and crevice, reponds in the universal dialect of grunting and groaning, "oh-fuck-yeah."
Noah, who had just gone through Conor's 'pep talk', about being his 'slave', witnesses how that could go. He was also disturbed by Conor, who had just threatened his nips with a pinching of pliers, only to turn to the musclehead, "what about me?"
Certainly Richard felt for poor Noah, having Conor walk out on him, setting the pliers down on a workbench. Call it, the good about being bullied, whether brought on by one getting their jollies, or the victim leading him on, Richard couldn't get into that kind of coercing to get the juices flowing.
In fact, Noah not only appeals to Conor, turning his eyes on the teen in supplication, "Ritchie?"
"Sorry," Richard wards him off, "I really feel for you, Noah, but against my religion."
Religion to Richard didn't mean going to church every Sunday, but a code of goodness he follows, especially after Derek's counseling, seeing how something bad must've happened to Blade and Chance, to cause them to be how they are. At least, for Chance, the nickname stood real, knowing Derek gave him an out, a chance to change and become a better person.
When Juan turns around to reply, "oh, be right with you in a minute," Conor's fist plunges into the twenty-seven year old's stomach, "ugh-gh, oh shit," he doubles over.
"Oh shit, " Richard reacts, not knowing who is to blame, Juan who wanted it, or Conor, not !
For Juan, it was just the thing he was hoping to get out of Richard, but what turned him even more was the surpise of the delivery and Conor's big fist doing the pounding, "oh man," he breathes in and out, "that was so-fucking hot!"
Conor checks, a hand to Juan's shoulder, "so you're okay?"
Like it was nothing, Juan breathes easy, "it was nothing. I can take a lot more."
Desperate to gain attention, Noah's further response was off the wall, "hey, maybe I could go for some of that?"
Richard didn't think so, not with Noah's moderately mild bod, but sometimes words go unheeded and man needs to learn their own lessons, so he kept silent and observed.
"You?" Conor mocks with laughing.
"What's wrong with me?"
Conor, thinking Noah some dumb dungeon slave, got it all wrong, when the teen reaches for his balls, adds a little squeeze and a twist, "agh-h-h-on-shit, Noah!"
"Oh shit is right, " Richard thought the whole ordeal strange.
The way it looked, Conor was 'the leader', Noah playing the part of, as named, slave. Juan, was or wasn't he into the scene, seeming all he cared about was having his abs tested out, but to have Noah stand there and get a grip on Conor's babymakers?
Upstairs, Derek had taken to finishing up on the comic section of his paper, when his nose detected something cooking too long. Going to the cellar stairs he yells down, "hey guys, I think I smell something burning?"
Conor was the first to hint, "um, you want to let my balls out of prison, No?"
Going on how his balls were under pressure at one time, Noah flexes his hand soft, "of course."
Taking off up the stairs, two at a time, Conor leaves the others mulling around.
He did stop a minute at the top of the stairs, the Irishman looking down at himself, being Derek's eyes led the way. He made it known, "well, Derek, you don't think because it was an ordinary basement and not a dungeon, we were going to make it not worth our while?"
As Conor passes, he makes sure his fully extended tube slaps Derek against the thigh, leaving a wet trail.
"I can't believe you did that, Conor!" Having scraped some shaft saliva off his leg, Derek goes from mocking to taking a little on his fingertip and like he was doing something terribly wrong, looks around. Next, he sucks on it, saying, "mm-yummy!"
Noah wasn't far behind Conor and with softer feet on the stairs, catches Derek with a finger in his mouth, "what's that?"
Fibbing, Derek says, "maple syrup. Love the stuff. Can't get enough of it."
Noah has his doubts!
Juan followed and even though he had a permanently tanned bod, his stomach showed a hue of difference, "Derek, you missed out!"
Richard, right behind, pushes Juan through the doorway, "you don't want to know."
"Oh?" Derek stood there, arms folded across his abs, "and how is the spider population?"
"I didn't get to spring it on them."
"Oh? Then what were you doing down there all this time?"
In a nutshell Richard explains, "Juan was in his glory, getting his abs beat, but then, after Noah squeezes Conor's balls."
"Wait," Derek drops his arms, "Noah squeezed Conor's balls and not the other way around?"
"Maybe you should get your hearing checked, Derek?"
"I can hear perfectly fine. What I don't get is not expecting the unexpected."
"Oh. Sounds logical. Well, if Juan had been paying attention to Conor and not Noah giving Conor's balls a twist, he would've been attentive to Conor's fist hitting him in the abs. That's all."
Richard pushing past Derek has him turning back and placing a kiss on his cheek, "nothing for us to worry about."
The peck on his cheek, it felt nice, which had Derek wanting more. Richard drifting into the kitchen, adding a 'what's up?', he went back to his paper.
Back in the kitchen, it was one of the things Conor's mind was working on, Juan vs. Noah. Right off he thought Noah very cute, having a beautiful hairy bod, potential to work himself up into a better physique, but a standout was how his apron tented.
Before he turns back to Noah, Conor says as he whisks up a bowl of batter, "I'm dissapointed, Juan. Thought you could take it better than that."
Standing there holding his stomach, Juan stands best he can at attention, apologizing, "sorry Sir. I'll work on it at the gym."
Then, something which made Noah jump for joy, literally touching the pots and pans rack, "when you do," Conor nods towards the twenty-year-old, "take this wimpy college frat with you."
Conor wasn't the only one admiring Noah's cuteness, Juan saying, "would be a pleasure, sir."
Catching on already, Noah says, "cool. Thanks," a delayed, "sir. I think."
"Calling me 'sir' is not handed out for free. You boys will have to earn it!"
'Really?' Noah lip-syncs it to Juan.
Really, one gut punch didn't do Juan in, it taking fifteen to twenty to have him starting to feel like the machine was breaking down, nods 'yes' back.
"In fact," Conor says, "while I'm discussing your chores with Derek, you two will head out to the gym and begin training."
"Cool," was Juan's first reaction, wanting to get more acquainted with Noah and his bod, "I mean, right away sir."
Noah holds a hand to his heart and slides it down, "but what about this mess on my chest?"
Coming up with a brilliant plan, Conor says, "maybe you can trade off some gut punches to have Juan lick it off!"
He laughed, but Noah and Juan weren't cracking a smile.
"Awesome," Juan says, Noah thinking it cool, "hope you're hungry, Juan?"
In the meantime, upstairs, Derek had gone to the john and tinkled, coming back to his paper. But he couldn't keep his attention on the comics. After all, it was Saturday and he could afford to allow his mind to wander.
He couldn't dismiss the picture of Conor, a raging ginger-blond Irish beauty, plastering Noah's back up to the tall refrigerator, pinning hands above the head, replicating a vision of an ensuing porn scene. It's what his brain and balls were telling him, but he also had longings. Hand around his barrel, slowly making his hard shaft shimmy with mini-paced strokes, it also stoked his thoughts of what could transpire with Conor in bed.
Suddenly wasting away in thought, he was startled, Richard right there in front of him, "I hope I'm in that picture you're dreaming up, Derek-dear?"
"Oh," Derek awoke from his reverie, "it's you."
"Were you expecting someone else? Sir Conor, Boy Noah or Musclehead Juan?"
"Uh. No. Why?"
"Don't lie."
They've come this far, Derek never wanting to do that, "my bad."
The only way sometimes, to forget about one subject, is changing it.
"Hey Conor," Derek says, "how's the breakfast coming along?"
Conor says, "first batch almost off the griddle. C'mon and eat while they're hot."
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Derek being Richard's high school guidance counselor, the story they upheld was only to protect them from a relationship status which would garner unfavorable rumors and derogatory comment.
They never left the high school together, Derek picking Richard up at the park down the street.
At first he thought it circumstance, Richard meeting up with Chance. Not the second, but third time, it was entirely too coincidental. Chance did admit he was stalking Richard, but not for wrong reasoning. He felt too drawn to be his friend, which was a tough thing to reason out. However, Richard didn't have a problem with it, saying he was glad it happened, a good thing even, bringing out the 'gay' in his new friend. Eventually 'Chance' reverted to his rightful name, Caleb.
Caleb was okay with Derek picking Richard up and often would go home with the counselor and friend, to do studying or hang out at the pool. He even became so friendly with Juan, Noah and Conor, they became unseparable. Eventually Caleb was spending more time with the trio and was more at Derek's home than his own. As time passed, the four friends branched out. Caleb went off to college to explore the curriculum and get a handle on campus life. Juan drove him, Noah as his map-reader. Conor had business, building a new career after the restaurant business went kaput.
Good thing Juan and Noah turned the trip into a vacation, hanging around the town, sightseeing, clubhopping at night, because after a few days of classes and a creepy roomie, Caleb was ready to throw his kit in the car a go home.
Having phoned ahead of time, when they arrive at Derek's doorstep, Caleb is welcomed back with open arms, Conor calling it, "either you're such a genius, you finished a semerster in a week, or?"
In a cheerful, joking manner, Conor senses his attempt at uplisting Caleb's spirits wasn't working.
Fact of the matter, when Derek passed Caleb off to Richard for a hug, he broke down, began crying, "now I'm so fucked, with no college to go to."
When questioning Caleb about what went wrong with the classes, all he could say is, "they way they taught, it just didn't sit right with me."
Arms crossing his middle, a stance Derek would often take on, meaning getting down to business, Conor says, "I want to hear more about that asshole they set you up to room with?"
Caleb goes on to tell them, first, he was possessive, wanting to call the shots on who got what space near the window, claiming the lower bunk, saying when he had a girl over, Caleb wasn't allowed in the room.
"I probably shouldn't have brought this up, but questioned him, 'and you'll leave the room when I have a boy over?' and he blew up, saying he couldn't believe they set him up in a room with a faggot!"
Conor waw livid, "I knew I should've gone with you. I'd have had that thug under me, showing him how us faggots work a straight boy's ass!"
Turning from Richard, Caleb says, "nah. We can't do that," he touches Conor's arm, feeling the follicles of hair, strums them. "We can't let them turn us into bullies. Trust me. I've been there and," he looks towards Richard, "it doesn't make us into better people."
Something hit Derek, "I gotta write that down."
Everyone was startled, Richard covering for his lover, "that darn book of his!"
That very day, after Caleb returned from college, Noah taps Juan, looking upon Conor cuddle with their friend, "for a while there, I thought there was something there between Conor and me."
Juan felt for Noah, seeing it as a possibility. However, from experience he knows that what looks solid as cement, can crumble in an instant, "I'm sure there's someone out there for you. Maybe Conor had something there."
"What's that?"
"No offense, Noah, but you're a weakling. Given a couple of months at the gym, no pun intended, I could whip you into shape and you'll be fox enough to pick a man, instead of having them pick you!"
"I'd like to have you whip me into shape, literally," Noah smiles.
Juan couldn't deny, the strange thing dudes want for themselves, like him having a dude exercise, working his punch-proof abs, "hmm, we'll have to see about that."
Caleb and Conor became more of an item. Since Caleb was on the lean side, they took out a membership at the gym and worked out, sometimes with Juan as their personal trainer, Caleb joining them in the ranks. In the long run they fit together as lovers. With his influence, Derek got Caleb into Princeton and roomed at his house.
Conor, instead of taking cooking classes, already self-taught, applied to butler school. He's been using Derek and Richard's household for a proving ground.
Instead of a dungeon, that dusty old workshop has been converted into a gym. At first it was Conor toughening up Juan's abs with some gut-punching, but now they trade off, each alpha working the other. The loser wins 'big'-time!
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