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`See The Good In All Things' 20
(Road trip to Manhattan)
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
CONOR FLASHBACK
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. One day he got to thinking about it, just what keeps him motivated, not to apply anywhere else. It had to be onions that started him off.
Yeah, onions! All that crying turned to real tears when Conor began thinking about simularities and differences, Derek, pitted against his father. From thoughts of where his life was as a kid, especially the teenaged years, there could be no comparison regarding simular traits.
Everything about Derek spelled kindness and goodness: smart, emotionally intelligent, faithful to his partner and friends, has integrity, honest, can be mature and silly at the same time, respects opinions and listens to what the other guy has to say, others. But the one which stood out has Conor wiping his tears away, 'willing to do the work in order to celebrate his achievements'. Of course, the most important was how much love Derek can bestow on a man, in feelings and from the wallet, but for right now, having spent time with Derek and all the guys around the house, it's not which he thinks he can do better elsewhere. As a person he feels he can do so much more than chop onions!
Then, this one morning Derek comes downstairs in a hurry, "hey Conor."
"Derek, you better hurry or you'll be late for your book signing in Manhattan this morning?"
That one time, which can happen more than once in a person's lifetime, Derek, in his frenzy not to forget anything, acts on the curt side, "why do you think I'm running around like this, this morning?"
Suddenly, it was like denting to the fender of a Corvette, Connor's cheerfulness marred, that father image overtaking his mind. Rather than responding with grabbing his keys and running out of the house, Conor's gut feeling tells him differently, "hey," he wipes his hands off, dries them, "I'm sorry Derek. I didn't mean to..."
Conor walking around the kitchen island gave Derek an indication that something was wrong. Not necessarily wrong with his butler, his friend, but maybe having Richard working late at the hospital and dead tired when he got home, no sex, "it's okay. It's not about you."
Just like in high school, sitting behind his desk, advising students about how they can turn their lives around, Conor sits in that chair, "want to share what's on your mind, Derek?"
In some scenarios, a hand to the shoulder can mean something else, but with Conor's hand on his, Derek says, "relationships, good ones, they're not easy to come by and tough to keep up the standard, in order to keep it going."
"Are we having a problem?"
"No, no, no. Never a problem with you, Conor."
Conor cracks a little smile, "no, I didn't mean you and me."
"Oh," Derek says solemnly.
He shuts up, knowing Conor knew what he meant!
Grabbing two cups of coffee, Conor says, "I know you don't have to be at the bookstore in Manhattan until one."
Putting his own mathematical question together, Derek says, "so, I guess you're wondering why I'm in such a hurry to get out of the house at seven in the morning?"
Setting a mug down in front of Derek, Conor says, "I hope it's not for the reason which I'm thinking right now?"
Derek knew, whereas he and Richard were concerned, regardless of doing more for Conor, putting a roof over his head, feeding him, forwarding him tuition money, that sex, unless it involved his partner also, was out of the question.
"Of course not."
Conor's look was the kind which wanted more.
"I'm not going to Manhattan early because I'm looking to pick up a trick, if that's what you mean?!"
Not likely, but it had been an option, of which Conor was thinking, but to throw any suspicions off, "where you and Richard are concerned. No, but if you ever get into that kind of a mood, you know you don't have to go all the way to Manhattan?"
Derek knew Conor was being facetious, it's not which he hasn't had jerk off fantasies, "I'll remember that. No, I thought I would just wander around and let the fresh air clear my mind."
It gave Conor an idea, regarding onions and crying, "well, if you don't mind having a buddy along for the walk?"
It was the quickest shower Conor ever took. He nixed shaving, which he knew, he didn't look half bad with a shadow cast over his chops.
As Derek was hitting rock bottom of his coffee cup, "that was fast. Did you use soap?"
Conor could tell, by Derek's disposition, "the guys have told me," meaning the ones who also called Derek's place home, "my coffee has that effect on people."
Derek knew what Conor meant, feeling good he had a friend who cared. As he watches 'the butler' get some sandwiches together for a suggested picnic, he sits there, thinking of how blessed he is, off the top of his head: Friends. A NYT Bestseller, on the charts for weeks now.
As Conor bagging the wraps, Derek is surprised how he didn't think of Richard first. Maybe he was saving the best for last.
Then, feeling all giddy inside, plus a little prankish, "y'know, I promised Richard I'd let him sleep in on his day off, but I'm going to go up there right now and wake him!"
"Oh. K." Conor thought, a hand in bag, ready to drop a few napkins.
Five seconds later, Derek's back, "and oh, would you mind dusting off my dad's Rolls and driving us to the city?"
Conor smirks, "hot dig!" It's not like he hasn't been waiting for an excuse to get in the drivers seat of that white Rolls Royce!
He only hoped it started, dropping everything and running.
It would be a day to remember, Richard hating Derek for arousing him out of a deep sleep, but by the time they got to Manhattan, not only did the back of the Rolls have a distinct sexual odor, but the two were like when Richard graduated from high school and the two were on their way to becoming an 'official' couple.
Conor, when that yellow Corvette kept playing cat and mouse with him on the turnpike, he led the way to stopping for gas at Vince Lombardi's fill up station.
Not which the pair in the back were listening, he hopped out saying, "I'll only be a minute, guys. Guys?"
Rolling down the glass enclosure about 2 inches, all he could make out is 'flesh'.
"Oh good. More time for me," he rubs two hands together and hustles out of the car.
Expecting a young collegiate dude, Conor was surprised when a tall, in-his-thirties, dark ginger brown-haired man steps out from behind the wheel of the yellow sportcar.
From over the door, the dark-glass guy says, "were expecting maybe James Dean?"
"No," Conor says with not such an enthusiastic tone, "not at all. Why?"
"How well do you know that car you're driving?"
It was a strange question, but Conor played along, "it's been sitting in my employer's garage. First time I've gotten to drive it."
"Your employer?" he unveils his eyes, comes around the door and shuts it. "Perhaps," he takes out his phone, "we should have the police in on this conversation, being your employer's been dead for a few years now?"
Too bad, this older dude kind of on the cute side, Conor reacts differently, "what the fuck is this about?"
Instead of waiting around for an answer, Conor hightails it off to the Rolls. He tries the passenger side. Naturally it was locked. Grabbing the handle to the driver's seat he opens it, jumps behind the wheel, hits the button for the dividing window and yells in, "we're in trouble. Get your clothes on!"
Derek calls back, "but we've got our clothes on, Conor?"
"Oh damn," he's double fucked!
When he sees the light for the back jimmying, Conor says, "no, don't get out. There's some lunatic out there claiming he thinks the Rolls has been stolen. We should really be getting out of here."
Apparently, when the dispatch at the State Trooper facility hearing the possibility of a stolen Rolls Royce, they jumped into action. In no time a trooper car pulls into the turnpike pitstop. The officer hoped there was only one yellow Corvette in the north lot. It was an easy find, the only.
By the time Derek gets the whole story out of Conor, it was too late to make an escape, which has him saying, "think about it Conor, if we drive off, what would that prove?"
"We're smart not to stick around and get our asses kicked?"
"No," Derek steps one foot out, "that a Corvette is a lot faster than a Rolls!"
Soon as Derek is out of the Rolls, Richard right behind him, the air clears quickly, "Gaston?"
"Derek?"
They meet at the left rear bumper.
"I was more expecting to see your father coming out of the car. How is the old geezer?"
It had taken a period of months for Derek to put his father's death behind him, only to have some of the grief of losing his beloved parent, "um, I."
Whereas Derek has come to his rescue numerous times, Richard steps in, "Derek's father passed away."
He left simple, easy to understand, which has Gaston gasping, "I'm so sorry Derek," he hugs him, "I wish I knew. I've been on and out of the country for the past couple of years."
Over Derek's shoulder Gaston views Richard. Breaking off the hug, he looks back and forth between the two, "is this the son you adopted?"
It was the instant humor that broke the ice, Derek explaining, "on paper, yes, but we're about ten years beyond that arrangement."
Richard thought his lover explained it, but updating it, "these days we're a married couple," he latches onto Derek's arm.
Gaston jokes, "I hope I didn't offend you, hugging Derek so tightly!"
It was a stoopid joke, but they all laughed about it.
Making his presence known, Conor steps from the other bumper, "I'm not attached and wouldn't mind having some of that affection?"
More than willing, Gaston turns around, enclosing Conor in open arms, "you don't know how relieved I am to find out you haven't stolen the Rolls!"
If it were one of the guys, or some friends of his, Conor would have righted the wrong, made a fist and tucked the dude's gut in. Instead he left it, "how do you feel about revenge?"
Allowing Conor to know his feelings, Gaston says, "how fast can you hog tie a guy?"
He took the back of Gaston's neck and deep kissed him, saying, "man, you sure know what buttons to push!"
One of the two cops was thoroughly enjoying the kissing, conversation, the four hot men.
His partner was all business, "c'mon, Ferdi," he tags his partner.
Ferdinandho says, "but what are we going to put in our report?"
"False alarm," but after tilting his glasses, steps back into the fracas, using his shades as a baton, "hey, aren't you that guy who wrote the book about being good?"
Richard's attention is turned back to the cops.
"Well, seeing the good in every situation, if you look for it," is Derek's response to such inquiries.
Placing the shades from right hand to left, the officer says, "it would be an honor to shake your hand sir."
His partner plays a prank on his buddy, saying to Derek, "he might appreciate a hug more," he cackles.
"Really?" Derek reels the officer in and hugs him.
Short thereafter Derek feels a palm on his shoulder, "I'm not gay. My partner likes to think he's a practical joker, until the joke backfires."
Derek says, "oh. So you're not gay?"
"No."
But he was still staring into Derek's eyes, which has him saying, "then, why is your hand still glued to mine?"
The officer looks down. He looks up. Tears fill his eyes and saying it like a joke, "damn your book, Mr. Winters!"
Gasping, Ferdi says, when he sees his partner initiate the hug, "Jake?"
In the meantime, Richard has some of the notoriety come his way, Gaston making the connection with a doctor, 'Richard Webster', "no one can be more thankful than myself, the way you and Dr. Winters took care of my employees after that horrific incident out in the woods."
Always the humble one, Richard says, "yeah, Derek had been a big help."
Gaston says, "aren't we the modest one?"
They exchange smiles.
Meanwhile, watching Richard and Gaston trade off conversation, Conor is getting fidgety.
Fortunately he had a tiebreaker, "here's your phone back Gaston. I've loaded it with my number, email, address, which is the same as Derek."
Taking it, Gaston says, "good. I don't want this to be the last time we see each other."
He meant it as himself, Derek and Richard as well as the would-be car stealer!
Then Conor presents an interesting proposition, "if up for some fun, I'm headed into the city and with nothing to do while Derek is signing books. I have an extra seat, if you don't mind riding shotgun?"
'Shotgun', Gaston hadn't a clue what that meant, but of the rest, which struck him as interesting as drawing up a business proposal, "hm, tempting," Gaston replies.
Meanwhile, as Conor tries persuading Gaston with another round of liplocking and handling the barrel of the business exec's shaft, the trooper who had mixed thoughts on whether he was gay or straight, opens his eyes. He had been enjoying Derek's hug, but seeing Gaston Howelland and Conor Finn standing there, drawn together, hands playing with each other's dicks, it comes to him, the real reason he and his partner came out to the service area.
"Hey you two," he scurries over, breaking the two apart, "you can't be doing that in public."
Richard, who was talking with the other trooper, finding out he is gay, comes back to where Derek got the brush off, "did you brush your teeth this morning?"
"Are you saying I've got bad breath?"
"Why else would Officer Gay-questioning suddenly treat you like you've just eaten garlic?"
A plus to their fooling around in the Rolls before it came to a halt, Derek says, "I didn't hear any complaints out of you?"
"Oh." Richard says, "I forgot about that."
"You forgot? Seems to me, it was you who was saying that it was good I made you come along, instead of staying home with nothing much to do, but miss me?"
Richard is blessed, thankful he has a partner like Derek, "you got me there."
With their business taken care of, it's Richard who hears Conor's voice, "I'll certainly make it worth your while, Jake?"
Derek questions, "Jake?"
The other officer had approached the duo, revealing, "Jake, that's my partner's name. I'm Ferdi," he puts his hand out for Derek to shake, but unlike his buddy, doesn't receive the same warm affection.
Mainly on their minds was 'bribe', which has Derek asking, "someone getting a ticket or summons?"
"Not that I know of," Ferdi says.
Derek makes a corporate decision, based on the clock not far away from striking one o'clock, "hey Conor, we should get a move on it?"
Conor knew Jake was on duty, which had invited him to the house on his next day off, "shoot me a text, Jake?"
"I will."
Richard and Derek escort the troopers back to their vehicle.
Gaston had taken the opportunity to think about Conor's proposal, taking the day off after the client he was meeting in the city and spending the day cruising around, the wheels already in motion, "If you can wait a few minutes, I have my security man on his way here to drive the car back to my place?"
"Sounds like a plan," Conor smiles, thinking of spending the day in New York City with such a hot man.
Five seconds later a Lexus shows up, two men in the front seats.
With the driver making his exit, Gaston walks over, "that was quick, guys."
Conor, who is right behind him, gasps, pointing, "Greg, but I thought you were dead!"
Gaston knew of his bodyguard's brother's passing, "no, Conor, you have Deegan mixed up with his deceased brother."
Two things occur. Deegan was immediately drawn to the ginger-man's good looks, but also curious, "how do you know of my brother?"
Talk about being drawn to hot guys, Conor was in a dilemma, whether to approach the hunky security man or the lad exiting on the passenger side.
Being shot by Cupid can bring on some weird effects, like Conor getting terribly confused, "oh, is this your brother?"
Far as bod types go, there was a big discrepancy between the driver, Deegan Hanson-Hurley, big burly bear and the slim lad shutting the Lexus door, "no," Gaston introduces his security manager and, "this is Justin, nephew of one of my other employees, working his way through Princeton."
Politely Justin offers a hand to shake, "Justin Herley. Nice make your acquaintance."
In the hand shake, the smile creasing the young dude's lips, Conor felt it was 'strike it rich day', "same here."
Since he knew Justin was the nephew of Gaston's secretary and right hand man in the company, what happens to Rick Herley and his offspring, is like the same occurring with Gaston Howelland, so he keeps the same eye on the lad as with his boss. Which, right now he didn't see any threat, except Justin keeping his eyes affixed on the hot Irishman!
After hearing the plan, Gaston and Conor taking off for the city, Justin says, "when next I get some free time on my hands, I was hoping to see the Big Apple for myself."
Conor was appalled, showed shock on his face, "you've never been to New York City," like he thought anyone who lives in Jersey has had to have been there at one time or another.
Gaston steps in, "Justin is from the midwest."
"Missouri," Justin replies, "but I grew up in Chicago."
Abruptly Derek and Richard come back to the grouping of cars
"Quick! We've got to leave!"
Richards eyes weren't on Gaston and Conor, but the men he never met, "yeah, like an hour ago-who are they?"
Things happen rather quickly, Gaston being stuffed in the back of the Rolls with Derek and Richard. In the front, where Gaston was supposed to park his ass, Justin sits.
"Don't worry Mr. Howelland," Deegan yells, "I'll get your honey bee back to house without a scratch!" As he gets in the vette, he looks over at the other vehicle, "it's only a Lexus," revs up the custom yellow vette.
Even with the windows closed on the Rolls they could hear Luke Bryan blasting from the vette!
After Conor turns the engine over, Richard beeps him to open the window between, revealing, "you don't have to break any speed limits to get into the city, Conor."
"Break any speed limits, Richard? I'm driving a Rolls Royce, not a Corvette?"
Derek then shows his face, "when I said this is a luxury Rolls my dad had equipped, it could probably rival any vette on a racktrack, but do drive responsibly, Conor?"
While they addressed Conor in the drivers seat, Gaston had spotted a paper sticking out of a rear seat crevice. He chose to retrieve it just as Conor was testing out the pickup.
"Oh shit!" Derek gasps, as he and Richard are hurled to the rear of the Rolls.
It's Richard who notices, "where's Gaston?"
Derek's butt had landed in the pit of Gaston's stomach, Richard sat on the exec's face, "I'm right here, guys," they hear in a muffled tone.
Richard catapulted himself out of the rear seat, landing on the floor, all apologetically, "I'm so sorry, Gaston."
More civilized Derek pushes off the rear seat with his hands and forgetting they were in a car and not at home, hits his head on the ceiling, cursing, "why couldn't dad have ordered a car with raised ceilings?"
Instead of groaning like it hurt, Derek gigglges, turning around, parks his ass in the chair Gaston sat in.
Richard was still sitting on the plush carpetting. From there, the view looked pretty good.
Still sprawled out on the rear seat, a paper in his hand, Gaston says, "uh, does this mean anything to anyone?"
Apparently, since the exec had a smile on his face, it was more about being sat on than an old receipt from whatever!
"Give it here," Derek studies it, "nope," he turns it over to Richard, "mean anything to you?"
After a quick going over, Richard says, "it's dated 1999."
"Oh wow," Derek replies, "I was around 15 then."
Gaston, who took up the whole back seat, says, "that puts me at twenty-seven."
That surprises Richard, "really, Gaston. You look much younger."
"I attribute it to years of working out, keeping fit, eating nutritious and a stress-free life."
Derek laughs, "sounds like Chapter 4 of my book?"
It made Gaston perk up fast, confessing, "well, I guess two outta three ain't bad?"
Richard was used to it now, when around other people, the topic of conversation turning to one or two chapters of 'Seeing The Good In All Things' and stimulating things like where Derek got the idea for content or how the title came about. Like, one of the things Richard didn't mind, was trying to look between the buttons of Gaston's shirt, or when he bent over to talk with his lover. Then, when he bored of the shirt, there was always the pants!
Riding with Conor, he found out much about his nineteen-year-old passenger.
"In a nutshell," Justin talked very upfront, "I grew up in Montana. My folks divorced. I moved to where her Facebook boyfriend lived in Missouri."
As they drove out of the service area, Conor says, "that's quite a radical thing to happen to a nine year old?"
"Eight, but just the same, it didn't work out."
"You mean there's more?"
"Am I boring you, Conor?"
"No, no, no, not in the least, but you better hurry up if you've got a lot to tell!"
Justin wondered what Conor meant, until they pulled from the exit ramp onto the turnpike.
"I wonder what happened to all the traffic?"
One would have thought the three in the back would have educated themselves on the use of seatbelts. At the sudden acceleration, Derek, was seated with his back to Conor, goes flying forward.
Gaston in his path, a freak accident occurs when Derek's arm tears into the side of their guests shirt, ripping it open, buttons flying everywhere.
Derek's head wound up at the side of Gaston's fuzzy beard and after gaining momentum, faces him, nose to nose, "oops?"
Slowly peeling himself away Derek reveals the damage done. Not only is Gaston's dress shirt ripped wide open, but the white undershirt is shredded on the left side.
"If you had wanted me to strip, Derek, I would gladly have done so?"
Richard had grabbed hold of the seatbelt he should have been wearing, but it didn't do it fully, him reeling forward, flipping over from sitting on his ass, to kneeling. A nice advantage though, when releasing the belt, his elbows were planted in the cushion at Gaston's side, giving a view of the show.
Seeing Gaston approach the mishap with humor, Richard mocks, "yeah, Derek!"
"What?" he backs off a little, gaining equillibrium on his knees, Derek takes the accusation seriously, "you think I planned this?"
Richard comforts, "relax, Derek. Gaston is kidding."
"Well," Gaston says seriously.
"You were joking, weren't you," Richard is now not sure.
"Of course. And to show you I'm not angry," Gaston grabs Derek's necktie, pulls him forward and plants a kiss on his lips!
When he releases the tie, Derek falls on his bum, "wow, that's what I call kissing and making up!"
Under the gun now, Richard says, "better than my makeup kiss, sweetheart?"
A squeak alerts them to the window between the driver and passenger sections being rolled down, Conor saying without regret, "I hope all is well back there?"
Then the window zips up.
Derek, wise to the lack of real concern, having heard Conor almost ready to bust forth in laughter, "does anyone see an intercom speaker back here, so I can rip it out of the socket?"
They didn't, but Derek figured he'd let it go.
Chapter 7, about science clashing with psychology, Conor's foot on the gas causing him to get his hands inside Gaston's shirt, not a bad tradeoff!
When Conor had zipped the window closed, he was the one apologizing, "sorry Justin, I just couldn't resist."
"No problem. You have rapport with your employer. It's good you can joke around like that."
"Yeah, but I've interrupted your story. I think you were in Missouri and then what?"
"When we lived in Montana, before mom and dad began to have problems with their marriage, dad wanted me to have karate lessons. A lot of boys in my class were taking lessons, so I asked my dad and said it was cool."
"Your dad said it was cool?"
"No, but if were hip enough, he prolly would have said it was cool and not 'very good'."
"Anyway," because it wasn't a high school class, we were called the junior division, but we learned the same technique as the high school boys."
"No girls," Conor asks.
"They had their own classes. Boys and girls didn't mix."
"That can be an asset."
Justin knew where this was going, "not in my class, but I used to hang around afterwards and watch the high school boys. There were some hot guys in that class!"
Conor jokes, "any hot studs that you can remember?"
"You just missed the turnoff for the city."
"Oh shit!" Conor calls out before appying the brakes.
Fortunately, in the back, only conversation was garbled, being the three had learned their lesson, putting on seatbelts.
However, it was over the intercom system, which they had sought out and found a switch, that Derek communicated, "Conor, when we get back to Jersey, I'm enrolling you in driver's ed.!"
Justin says softly, "I'll come with you."
Going on that, even though Conor has had thousands of hours behind the wheel, says, "whatever is your wish, sir."
Since the turnpike was a ghost town, unusual for this time of day, Conor put the Rolls in reverse, backed up to the exit and got on the ramp.
Conor says, "you never learned to drive?"
"I drove a tractor once, after a buddy showed me how. Does that count?"
"Never mind. What about the rest of your history?"
"Okay, so I knew karate and it was a good thing, being my mom's boyfriend started to get rough when disciplining me."
"And your mom allowed it to happen?"
"Hold on. The first time it happened he slapped me across the face and see jumped in and ridiculed him, driving the point home, 'that will never happen again, Kenny!'"
"Did you call him dad or Kenny?"
"He was nothing like my dad and Kenny? I wanted to call him a lot worse. I don't know what mom saw in him."
"So, did he ever do that again?"
"He never got the chance. One night he had a couple of male friends in. Mom was working. I heard them talking about women and not 'getting it,' if you know what I mean?"
"Sex."
"Right. I then heard Kenny use my name and start talking about how they can get rid of their pent up sexual energy."
"Those bastards!"
"I would've called it worse. Regardless, I jimmied the window in my bedroom and slipped out. I went to my best bud's house, we told him mom we had to work on a report, she asked if I had dinner, we ate and then played video games."
"You must've gotten hell when you got home?"
"Um, not right away. I was smart enough to leave a note on my bed pillow that I was staying over at Jason's house and not to worry. She had bought it, but wasn't at all pleased coming home to three drunk men, passed out."
"What did she say when you told her about Kenny's plans?"
"I never said anything. I was too scared," Justin looks for Conor's reaction.
Conor says, "I think it's natural for a kid to be like that. Been there, done that."
"When you were a kid?"
"A teenager, but let's finish with you, before we get into what I'm about."
Justin sat back a minute and smiled. He hadn't had a friend like this to talk with since he was a kid. Strangely, at nineteen-years-old, he was feeling real comfortable talking with Conor, as if they were both the same age.
Which had him curious, "can I ask a personal question?"
"Yeah, I'm gay," Conor says.
"No, not that. I guessed that a long time ago. How old are you?"
"How old do I look?"
"Twenty-eight?"
"Higher."
"Thirty-two?"
"Still higher."
"Forty?"
"Do I really look forty?" said like he was insulted!
"Thirty-eight?"
"I'm thirty-six. Why? Are you going to stop talking with me?"
"No. Not at all."
"Good," Conor let it go.
Justin thought it risky, but asks, "did you ever have a boyfriend younger than yourself?"
"Why? Are you applying?" Conor glances over to the lad, for his reaction, then back on the road.
He has this quizzical look on his face, Justin trying to figure out if that indeed the reason for asking!
With no concrete decision, "um, maybe."
Meanwhile, in the passenger quarters, Derek, Richard and Gaston were fastly becoming friends.
Having each found a rightful seating after Conor's foot stepped heavy on the gas, Derek is still trying to make amends, "not sure about this, but under the seat is a drawer. My dad used to keep a spare wardrobe there, if you want to look?"
Although it was hot to see Gaston's sliced open shirt and shredded white tee, Derek hating to destroy the view!
"Oh?"
When Gaston reaches over to pull open the draw, it wasn't Conor's foot on the brake, but a loss of balance that has him falling forward, right onto his stomach.
He quickly springs into a pushup position and on all fours, turns to Derek, "I never knew riding in a Rolls could be so dangerous!"
Richard knew he felt something, seeing Gaston's pants conform to the shape of his ass, "I'll say!"
Derek says a friendly, "knock it off," to his lover, smiling.
Having been around the block more than once, the hardware store magnate says, "I take it you like what you see?"
Giving Gaston a hard time of it, Derek says, "really, Gaston?"
He thinks Derek serious, until Richard says, "stop it Derek, or you'll give Gaston a complex over guys thinking he has a hot ass!"
Finding them joking, Gaston says, "y'know, a man shouldn't say that unless he plans to back it up?"
Richard gets up and starts unbuckling his belt, "sure. No problem, Gast!"
Derek sits back like he's ready to enjoy the show.
"You're really," Gaston can't believe his eyes, "going to strip off your pants?"
Gaston is bonked out of his gourd when Derek says, "need help catching up, Gasty?"
Leaning forward, Derek watches his head this time, about standing up in the Rolls' low ceiling, steps over behind Gaston and reaches down with both hands.
"I can't believe you guys!"
Mostly, Gaston couldn't believe how hard his shaft, at the feel of Derek's hands underneath, fidgeting with his belt buckle.
Richard then enlightens him, "Chapter 14: Open Relationships."
Elaborating, Derek says, "of which is a direct result of research on none other but yours truly and his partner!"
As Derek pulls Gaston's pants down over his ass, to his ankles, "you two are in an open relationship?"
"Mostly it's when Derek is away and I can't get away from the hospital," Richard says, down to his briefs and peeling.
"Or if Richard is stuck doing double shifts," Derek gives example, "I might have to phone a friend."
Gaston, naked from the waist, down, says, "okay if I put my number in your phone?"
Even though Richard is stripped naked and holding his 7c, he says, "how do you know you're going to even like the way Derek fucks you, Gast?"
"Derek?" Gaston questions. "I thought it was going to be you?"
Richard then muses, saying, "y'know, Derek, we've been to try a double fuck?"
Gaston is horrified, "double-fuck?"
"Nah," Derek says, "I've seen Gasty's hole. We don't want to rip it apart."
Though, Richard chooses to keep it going, "why not? We can drive back to the hospital afterwards and I'll patch him up!"
No one was about to do anything, Conor calling on the intercom, "if you guys are engaged in anything, we'll be arriving at Braddock's in about ten minutes."
Even though no one got to do anything with anyone, Derek was nice enough to allow Gaston to put his cell number in his phone. Really, Derek though him a hot man, who worked out to keep himself in shape and other superlatives, not putting the idea out of his mind!
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