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Case Closed Part 1
"Pardon My French"
I floated out of the sauna, past the Wall of Shame, the
hearth, and the snow-covered patio. The 70's time capsule which was Pete's
home, looked unchanged from the first day I met him. The macramé owl still hung
in the corner. I was very aware that I was in the middle of a dream. It was one
I would be rewinding and playing all night if I didn't control it.
Instead I gave in and let it carry me through the tour of
Pete's chalet. The dining area just off the kitchen was exactly as it was the
first time I saw it. Pete's parka was draped over the back of one dining chair.
Snow was coming down outside the large wall of windows. The road outside was impassable,
and yet there was no sign of my car.
I floated to the upper level of Pete's home, past the front
bedroom, which was missing the computer and desk I bought, and on to the second
bedroom, which was almost barren. The door to the master bedroom was open, so I
floated in, expecting to see Pete and I huddled together.
However, Pete wasn't there. I hovered above the bed for a
split second, then went back downstairs. Pete was sacked out on his Eames
lounge chair, while the TV flickered in the corner. I floated closer to the TV
as the newscaster spoke. "Our top news tonight, Storm of the year takes the
life of local entrepreneur."
I woke immediately. I was alone, and disoriented for a
second, then I saw the morning light on the tongue and groove wood ceiling and
my Father's surveying transit. The door to the deck was opened a crack,
allowing a sweet breeze to come in. I got up and walked naked to the deck. I
stood at the railing, checking out my friend's handiwork.
Returning inside, I saw the note from Pete.
"Mr. Hansen is downstairs Mr. Ravinka. Coffee is on, if you
want to join me."
Frank was alone in the massive shower of Rolf's master
bathroom. He leaned against the slate wall, allowing the water to cascade down
his back. He hoped the sound of the water wouldn't waken his slumbering lover.
Though Frank had an early morning scheduled at the police station, Rolf's
return from vacation was a later, mid-shift in the lumberyard.
The Captain shifted his weight, and placed his chin under the
showerhead. With three-days-growth, his beard would be a stubborn shave. The
warmth and moisture of the shower would help the razor blade cut through the
dense growth of stubble. Frank slowly turned the shower knobs, allowing the
remaining trickle to hit his body. He then reached outside the shower door, and
retrieved a towel.
When he was sufficiently dry, Frank strode to the sink and
opened his dopp kit. Taking one last look at his three-day beard, he saw a
glimpse of what he would look like with a beard. "Damn I want to grow one for
you Rolf, maybe someday," he thought. He then pulled out the shaving cream and
lathered his face. With a swipe of the blade, his police regulation look was
I took my time heading downstairs. Though Pete's chalet continued
to look like a 70's time capsule, I saw the touches that kept it fresh, kept it
modern and made it ours. The bedroom/office had a desk that fit the time frame
of the home, but the computer sitting on it was Y2K state of the art. The
living room, dining room and kitchen looked almost the same as the night I met
Pete, but the Grace print from Derek and Justin was a recent addition.
I poured a mug of coffee, then walked downstairs. The Wall of
Shame was updated with two framed newspaper clippings featuring the Y2K
wrestling story, and the recent notoriety of our wedding. Then over in the
corner, the macramé owl was replaced by my Hot Wheels display. Upon closer inspection,
I notice that Pete had taken the time to place my first Hot Wheel, front and
center in the display.
"Get that sexy ass over here. We've been neglecting our
I looked back. Pete leaned against the doorframe of the
workout room wearing only a jock. There was already a sheen of sweat matting
down his fur. "I'm not dressed for a workout. I thought I would get another day
off before I head back into the office tomorrow. We can work out tomorrow."
"I said get your ass over here. You are gonna love this
workout. I got everything we need, ready."
With one last pass of the washcloth, Frank examined himself
in the mirror. His face was regulation clean. It bore no whiskers to remind him
of his weekend spent with the man of his dreams. He reached into his dopp kit,
and pulled out his aftershave lotion. He poured some on his hand, then smiled
realizing it reminded him of the consistency of the load he left on Rolf's face
the previous night.
From Sunday morning, when Frank joined the men as they drove
to Charlie and Angelo's party, `til this Tuesday morning he spent preparing to
head back to the precinct, Frank had spent the entire time in Rolf's company.
Every moment felt natural. He felt like they had known each other for decades,
rather than weeks.
Frank put on his deodorant, then returned it to the dopp kit.
He carried it back into the master bedroom where he knew his uniform was laid
out for the day. He started to dress by putting on a t-shirt, then his uniform
hat. He sat down on a bench that was kitty corner from Rolf's bed, and pulled
on his boxers then buttoned himself into his uniform shirt. His pants, belt and
shoes followed in succession. He stood, aligned and tucked everything until he
was regulation, then walked to the nightstand on his side of the bed where he
reached for his gun.
"You can't leave without saying goodbye."
Startled, Frank dropped his gun on the floor. "You don't ever
surprise a policeman when he is reaching for his gun," Francis barked at Rolf.
"Oops, sorry babe. I didn't mean to scare ya."
"Dammit Rolf, and I didn't mean to go off on you. I was
trying to be quiet, get out of here and let you get some rest before your shift
"How can I sleep if I don't say goodbye to the man that I
love? Listen Francis, when I signed up to be with you, I signed up for
everything. When you have a job like yours, any goodbye could be the last. So,
you owe it to me to say goodbye, and I owe it to you to be awake for it."
"No goodbyes Rolf, I'm superstitious about it. You asked me
about my hat the other morning. That is another superstition." The Captain
leaned in. "Give me a kiss Rolf? Then tell me see ya later? Would that work for
Rolf grabbed the Captain, pulling him onto the bed. He kissed
him passionately then said "See ya later Hot Stuff. By the way, there is a
surprise for you by the kitchen door."
Frank stood, then straightened his clothes, ensuring he was
regulation once again. "See ya later babe. I know you do happy hour tonight
with the guys. Call me afterwards and maybe I can join you."
"Or you can join us at the bar. You told me Kyle made you an
official member of the Pack."
"I dunno, I may see ya then." Frank leaned over and gave Rolf
a kiss on his bald head. "I think someone needs his head shaved tonight. Mind
if I do it for you?"
"I was hoping you'd ask that. See ya at the bar, babe?"
Frank gave Rolf a quick salute, then headed down to the
kitchen. On the counter was a key, attached to a bottle opener. "Damn,
everything he does is creative," Frank said to himself. "The key to the church,
is on a church key."
"I said you would like this workout."
I looked at Pete from between my legs. The sling swayed
slowly as he approached. He pushed his overstuffed jock pouch aside, revealing
nine inches of uncut dick. His eyes locked on mine. "I lose you to your job
tomorrow Kyle, today belongs to me, and my needs."
Pete grabbed the bottle of lube that was sitting on the table
next to the sling. He poured a generous amount onto his palm and started to coat
his dick. "My first need is that ass of yours Kyle." Pete walked around the
sling, got his lubed dick inches from my face. "Are you ready for this?" he
I gulped. There was a need in his eyes that I hadn't seen
Ashley tapped Jason on the shoulder. "Wake up, we got the
appointment today. It should be my last before little Patrick is born, barring
any unforeseen complications."
Jason struggled to hide his erection as he rolled over.
Ashley had interrupted an early morning dream. In his dream, he was on Bub's
farm, enjoying the closeness of his lover in the sauna which overlooked the
lake. Bub was holding him close as they sat on the second tier. His thick dick
was wedged between the two lovers as Bub whispered into Jason's ears "Gonna
make up for lost time by inseminating that ass of yours."
"That damn dick of yours. You know better Jason. We can't
have sex for three months at least." Ashley rolled her eyes and started out of
the bedroom. "Well I guess I should at least be happy he remembered to take
Jason tugged at his dick, wishing he was back in his dream.
Little did she know the real reason he took today off.
Pete thrust his dick one last inch, then steadied the sling.
"Nuts to butt Kyle. I hope your ass is ready for this workout. I didn't rehang
this sling for nothing."
"I'm ready for anything you have in store Pete. I was born
ready. Bring it."
"You asked for it Mr. Ravinka." Pete held the sling and
slammed my ass with five quick strokes. He then pushed the sling back, leaving
only about an inch of his dick imbedded. I could feel his pulse as he slowly
fucked me with his big knob. He then hocked up some spit, and let it fall on
eight inches of exposed cock.
The additional lube was a moot point as he thrust his dick
in, ravaging my hole. My butt spasmed on the invading cock, gripping it as he
continued at this new pace. "That's right, work that button of yours Kyle. Pull
it out of me you horny little fucker."
I looked between my legs. There was a cold look of need in
his eyes. Where was the warm, loving eyes of the man who joined my family the
previous day as we paid respect to fallen soldiers of my hometown, on Memorial
Day? Then I saw a smile curl the right corner of his lips. His tongue flicked
out, he bit it softly. I saw warmth return to his eyes as his smile broadened.
I smiled back, and bore down on the thickness plundering my ass.
Skyler absentmindedly fiddled with his wedding band as he
contemplated the phone call that had just ended. A Duluth Police Department
Captain had just called him, giving him two options. He could come in
voluntarily and discuss his involvement in an unknown case, or the Captain, who
identified himself as FC, would send out a warrant for his arrest.
"What possible reason, would a Duluth Police Department
Captain have, that he would need to talk to me?" Skyler thought to himself. He
was a model citizen, never had been arrested, or in trouble with the law. The
Captain even pointed it out, that he was only a person of interest.
"I'm sure we can clear this up today, and you will be on your
way, Skyler," the Captain assured him. "Come in here, the sooner the better,
for the sake of the both of us," he added.
Skyler looked at the calendar on his desk. He had no
appointments with any clients. He picked up his phone and dialed the West
Duluth Police Precinct. "Can I talk to your Captain please? I think his name is
FC." When he was patched through immediately, Skyler knew the call was legit.
Thankfully the call was answered on the third ring. "FC here,
how can I be of service?"
"Skyler Lloyd. I can make it from downtown in fifteen minutes
if that would work for you."
"That'd be great. We can clear this up quickly, if you
Pete was holding my thighs against the cold chains of the
sling. There was an ecstatic look on his face as he continued to thrust away at
my butt. "This ass is mine forever, oh fuck," he grunted. Though I liked his
dirty talk, his feral sounds were sending me farther towards ecstasy. The last
few days had been gentle, this was animalistic.
My ass was on fire as he pummeled away. Sweat, spit and lube
allowed my tunnel to open for his invading dick in ways it never needed to
before. My butt was at once loose and sloppy, then tight and gripping. My own
dick was swinging around haphazardly as precum flew off it, joining the sweat
that covered my gut.
Pete hooked my thighs even tighter as his thrusts became
erratic, his huffs and snarls followed suit. His gut spasms were the only body
movement which maintained a constant pace, so I focused on them. I found a
level of bliss concentrating on his gut. All thoughts and sounds drifted away
to a quietude. Pete hooked my thighs one last time, sent his eyes skyward,
then stood still as warmth flooded my body. My own load coated my chin, the
following spurts streaked my gut and chest.
Pete nearly collapsed, but caught himself in time as he
looked back down at me. His face was flush as a smile spread. "No regrets
marrying me Mr. Ravinka?"
"Is that what this was all about Mr. Hansen?"
Pete pressed his hands down on my gut, swirling the cum
through my fur. He then slowly dragged his dick out of my ass, gave it one last
thrust then slapped his hand on stomach. "Maybe. Let's get showered, then
cuddle in the sauna. We can discuss things there."
Skyler sat in The Captains office, waiting for him to return.
He still had no idea what The Captain could want. Thinking through his life,
the only thing that could be the least bit incriminating was his trips to the
sauna. Even those were consensual, and his wife was an aware, even supportive,
participant in them. She'd send him off, making sure he always wore his
"World's Greatest Dad" T-shirt. She'd tell him to return with a butt-load of
some man's cum, and then when he would return, she would rim his freshly fucked
ass. She would then climb on board his cock, riding it until Skyler shot his
"That can't be it," Skyler thought to himself as he adjusted
his dick. The sound of the doorknob caught Skyler by surprise, so he covered
his lap, and looked towards the door.
The Captain entered with a manila folder, and another man who
was wearing the uniform of a Deputy Sheriff. "Skyler, I'd like to introduce you
to Carl. He is visiting us from a nearby county and helping me with this case.
We called you here today to discuss what you know about these." The Captain
took eight photos from the file, and slapped them down on the desk in front of
Skyler. Skyler took one look at the photos, gulped, and looked up at the two
"From that look, I assume you are familiar with them," Carl
Skyler hesitated for a second, was about to come clean, but
thought twice. "I think I need my attorney. His office is not too far from
here. I'm sure he can join me and we can quickly figure this out."
"We have no plans to charge you with anything, but it's up to
you. Go ahead, call him," FC said.
Jason caught himself looking at the phlebotomist as he drew
Ashley's blood. So far the Dr.'s visit was routine, there was no issues with
little Patrick. The blood tests were precautionary, but Jason was happy he
could be there for his wife. He held his wife's hand as a third vial of blood
was drawn. Even in support he couldn't avoid taking glances at the big man
whose nametag identified him as Trevor, even though he was just there, doing
"There, that should be enough. We'll be good to go Ashley as
soon as I get a band-aid on this," Trevor said, with a wink to Jason.
"Damn, he caught me looking" Jason thought. "Fuck I can't do
anything without thinking about my man." Trevor did look like a younger, less
fit version of Bub. Jason watched intently as Trevor put a piece of cotton, and
then tape on the spot where he drew blood. He labeled the three vials, then put
them into his cart, and started to push it away. "That's a hot ass" Jason thought,
his eyes boring through the scrubs Trevor wore.
Trevor stopped his cart, then looked over his shoulder,
catching Jason staring again. "Our office will be contacting you in a few days
with the results. Unless we find something new, this should be the last time
you see us `til that little boy wants out to play."
Jason couldn't help but think Trevor was referring to his
dick, which was inching down his leg.
Pete held me as we commandeered our top corner of the sauna. We
had been silent the entire time as the dry heat enveloped us. "So, what's on
your mind?" I finally asked.
"D'ya ever think we are trading one routine for another? Look
at me Kyle. This house hadn't changed one bit in decades. Even though you have
moved here, we haven't changed the inside all that much. I had my life down to
a routine when I met you, and all I've done is changed one routine for
"Pete, you've changed a lot in the last six months. You've
got me, a new family, a son who is in your life for the first time ever. Plus,
look at you, you finally admit you are gay."
"Am I? Sometimes I wonder exactly what I am. Look at us Kyle.
Our week is filled with routine after another. Shit, our days starts out the
same way. I just don't want to be that old boring married couple. Look how many
people we know who are in that rut. Look at your sister and her husband."
"I won't talk about Mandy. You should know better."
"Sorry," Pete said weakly. He hugged me tighter, hoping the
topic would go away."
"I dunno Frank, I'm really believing Skyler's story here. I
mean his tale is so outlandish that it would be impossible to make it up."
"I see what you mean Carl. But how does it fit in with our
"The dildos are symbolic Frank. Each time Skyler and his wife
throw one away he is giving up his old ways, and following her new direction. I
realize it is kind of kinky compared to the average couple, but it seems to
work for them and who are we to judge? They have simply run out of dildos to
toss, but the truck they have seen near their garbage, still stops by."
"Carl, I don't know. I just can't imagine a couple or even an
individual, having secrets like that. These things they hide will catch up with
them sooner or later. I mean, look at Skyler and his wife."
"Or look at Jason. Or look at yourself in the mirror Frank.
Ask yourself that question. Or ask Rolf when you see him tonight."
The Captain glanced toward the window. "You mean you know?"
"Yes I know, and I've known for a while. Listen Frank, when I
was young I thought the whole world was straight, except for just the
stereotypical gays I'd see on Hennepin when I would visit the cities. I wasn't
so much taught it, but it was just the undercurrent of the time that gay was
bad and straight was good. But as I have grown, and opened my eyes, I have seen
that I was so wrong, and some of the people who I had admired, were hiding this
secret for no good reason. Frank, I'm going out on a limb here, but I have to
believe that your life will be better when you finally come out."
Frank shook his head. "I just don't know Carl; I just don't
know. God, I love that man, but I don't want to drag him through the fire."
"He is strong enough, you are strong enough. Listen, let's
get this case behind us, help Jason out with the fall-out, and then we can deal
with you and Rolf."
"How are we gonna tie our suspect in?"
"I have an idea. Skyler said he would cooperate, so we use
him as a target and stake out his place. All we need is a dildo. Got any ideas
where we can find one?"
"I do, on one condition. Even though Jason has been
instrumental to the case, we keep him out of the loop."
"It's the only way we can proceed with the case, Frank."
I hadn't realized that Pete had left, until mid-afternoon.
The fact that Mandy's husband hadn't attended our wedding was a sore subject
for me, so after our sauna, I withdrew to the upstairs office where I laid down
for a nap. Frankly, Mandy's husband was not my favorite person, so his absence
probably helped our event. However, I still saw it as a slam to Mandy, Pete and
Pete's return, woke me from my slumber. I expected him stop
up to the room and retrieve me, but I heard him go straight to our bedroom, and
out to the deck. I stewed silently as I heard a power drill. What possibly
could be more important to him than his husband.
In my thoughts, my perfect weekend had been ruined by his
actions today. Even my family's impromptu visit home for Memorial Day was
overshadowed by the day's events. I was ruminating more, digging myself into a
deeper funk when he tapped at the door. "Got a few minutes for your husband?"
`Always, come on in."
Pete entered, then laid beside me on the bed. "Babe, I don't
know what got in me today. Please forgive me."
I wasn't going to let him off that easily. "What exactly
happened that I need to forgive?"
"First, I nearly raped you in that sling. I'm a more loving
man than that. Second, damn, I don't know how to say it, but your family is too
damn perfect, I think I was cutting them down to size by mentioning your
brother-in-law. I mean look at them Kyle. What is there, that they can't do? It
wasn't even planned, but when some of the town elders saw your brother Scott,
they forced him to play Taps. He was note perfect, he had me crying. Look at
your family, then look at me, I don't have that kind of a family."
"Yes you do Pete. You have an intelligent, honorable son and
his husband, and then you have my family."
"Well, I did something for your family Kyle. It isn't much,
but it's the least I can do. It's a way to honor someone I've never met, but
have come to love. Come out to the deck with me. Will ya?"
"I'll go anywhere with you Mr. Hansen."
Pete got of the bed, then softly offered his hand. He pulled
me into his arms, then led me out to the hall. We were on the deck quickly,
when he stopped. "Look at our yard Kyle. That was built by our friends, and our
family. Everyone one of them who matters took part in it, except your Mom, and
most of all, your dad. C'mon, look down there."
Pete pointed to the landing on the north set of stairs.
Attached to the newel post was an American Flag. "Kyle, I remembered your story
about your hometown's contribution in World War II. Didn't you say that your
little town had more casualties per capita than any place in the US?"
I nodded. "Yes, that still amazes me."
"Well, for most people I know, Memorial Day is just an
extended holiday weekend. It's the start of summer, and the start of the
tourist season here. But your hometown, and their beautiful little memorial
park, is a reminder of the ultimate sacrifice which is the reason we have
Memorial Day. I know your dad survived the war, but he lost many friends. I
cherished the story you shared about how he would take you to the Memorial Day
services yearly, and talk about his friends. Kyle, that flag is for Roy and his
I started to cry, and laugh at the same time. "Damn Pete, I
wish Scott was here to play Taps, so I'd have a reason for crying."
"You are crying because you loved your father, you don't need
any other reason than that. I just hope that I can live up to his standards,
and treat you as he would have wanted me to. I promise that, hell Kyle, this is
hard for me to say, but I promise that I will always be loving, gentle and
tender with you, instead of rough like I was earlier. I had selfish reasons to
fuck you like that, I never should have."
"I was worried for a bit Pete; I can't deny that. But you
took me to a new level this morning. As long as you take me along, out of love,
I don't mind that trip."
Pete put his arm around my shoulder. "That was intense,
wasn't it, Kyle? Here I was worried we'd become boring married farts, but whew,
I've never had a more powerful cum. It was a full body experience."
"And you still wonder if you are gay?"
"Fuck it Mr. Ravinka. I don't like labels. But if loving you
makes me gay, I am the gayest sunovabitch on earth."
After a quick stop at the lumberyard to meet with Rolf, then
a trip over to the church, Frank returned to the precinct, discreet paper bag
in tow. Skyler agreed to stop by after his office hours to help set the bait
for the Mad Dildoer. All Frank had to do before the end of the day was meet
with Carl and the team who was doing the stakeout. Once that was over, he could
go home and wait for Rolf to be done with Happy Hour.
The plans were laid to rest when Carl poked his head into his
office. "I've talked to the team; they are good to go as soon as we drop that
package off. I'm taking you out for dinner and maybe a few brews. I miss my
wife already, and I know your man is gonna be home late. You are not getting an
"Where do you suggest we go?" Frank asked.
"There is a bar in walking distance. I heard their burgers
"Damn Carl, for someone so smart, you are so fucking obvious,
pardon my French. You know full well The Pack goes there for Happy Hour every
"So I am obvious, sue me. I am spending dinnertime with a
colleague who then, might to just happen to meet up with a bunch of great men
who just happen to be our friends. The fact that one of them is the man you
love will be of little consequence to us if you just happen to meet him there,
instead of waiting for later. Now let's drop that dildo off with the team and
get the fuck out of here. Pardon my French."
"Well, since you put it that way, let's get the fuck out of
"Sorry guys, I would have gotten a hold of you earlier, but I
had to represent one of my clients who had a quick visit with the cops. Glad I caught
you, time to make this legal."
We looked at Tony, our attorney who was sitting across the
desk from us, his assistant Claudia at his side. There in front of us were
various legal papers, all neatly stacked and collated. "What these represent, is
that the plots of land that your old farmhouse is on, will now be a separate
property, and you can move forward with the sale of the farmhouse, as you
"The day just got better, didn't it babe?" Under the desk
Pete put his hand on my knees and tapped out our 1-4-3 signal. "Happy Hour's on
me tonight. Wanna join us Tony?"
"Sorry I got plans for tonight."
"I'll be there, you can buy me a drink" Claudia added.
Pete looked up at her. "You do realize you'd be barking up
the wrong tree, don't you? Most of the guys are either married or gay."
"Love is love, and eye candy is eye candy. Listen Petey, there
isn't much that happens in West Duluth that I don't know about. I'm just smart
enough to keep certain information right here in my pretty head until it is
needed. You are lucky I like you guys, especially your man Kyle there. Pete,
it's fortunate Kyle flipped you, before I had a chance to flip Kyle."
"Claudia, if even an ounce of me was straight, you'd have a
chance. But I'm a full-fledged Kinsey Six, hardwired for a guy like Pete."
"Oh, I can see that. I've never seen Petey happier and I've
known him all of my life."
"So, we need to find you, your own Kyle huh?" Pete asked. "I
gotta keep you on my good side. I don't need any of my deep secrets to see the
light of day."
"Don't you worry your bald, manly head Pete. There's bigger
fish to fry. I've heard rumblings of a scandal that will rock West Duluth
sometime soon. Let's just say when you build yourself a glass cathedral, one
stone can bring it down."
"That's what I love about you Claudia. You must have learned
that flair for the dramatic from your Father. Kyle, you watched me wrestling on
TV back in the 70's. Claudia's dad Claude was our wrestling promoter. I learned
a lot from him. The best thing he ever taught me was to keep my nose clean, and
focus on the work."
"A few of the guys should have learned that lesson Petey. I
swear that some of the guys thought keeping their nose clean meant they had to
kiss my dad's ass. He never respected that." Claudia turned to me. "Kyle, I will
let you know that my dad never had anything bad to say about your husband. I
don't know how he would have reacted to him marrying a man, but I'd bet he'd
"It would have been great to have met your father. When did
you lose him?"
"His body is still with us, even if his mind isn't. Sometimes
he is lucid and I feel we have him back. But the moments are rare, and they
quickly die away. You two should go see him soon. He is at Park Point Manor."
"We'll make that happen, but first we should sign these
papers," Pete said quietly. I could tell that the thought of another person
from his past, slipping away, was weighing heavily on his mind.
The office was very quiet as we signed the papers. Tony and
Claudia looked on, then added their signatures as witnesses. We were one step
closer to the day when Charlie and Angelo would join us as the only property
owners on our public, yet private street.
"Frank, whenever Rhonda comes to Duluth, she wants to eat out
at the fancy places we can't find in our small town. But I like this place
because it reminds me of our small town. I'm gonna miss that when we are done
with this case."
"Carl, you are talking like your hometown is so far away.
You've become a friend to me Carl. You and Rhonda are welcome to visit me any
time." Frank lifted his beer. "To the end of this fucking case, and a start of
"Damn, I'll drink to that. If we are lucky we can get this
thing done by the end of the week, and move on with our lives. You know, with
the kids moved out, we have an empty townhouse out by the golf course. You and
Rolf can plan a weekend away. It would be a chance to get beyond the prying
eyes of the city and just be yourselves."
"We have talked about taking my camper out. I think I'd prefer
that, but maybe I am assuming too much about my man. I'll let him mull over
your offer when I see him.
Carl looked up. "You might be getting your chance sooner than
Jason opened the oven door and slid the loaf pan out using
his "Head Chef" oven mitt. The meatloaf looked close to ready, so he slid it
aside, and added the casserole dish to the rack. For the last few weeks Ashley
was craving comfort food, and Jason was more than happy to comply.
Her mood was a seesaw, today more than ever. She left the
Doctor's office on a high, but a phone call from her former boss sent her
crashing. The promise of meatloaf, and macaroni and cheese, brightened her day.
However, the quarrel over the usual sauce he placed on the meatloaf, cratered
Jason gave in and put some sauce aside for his own personal
use later. His life with Ashley recently, was built on compromises and
negotiations. He had already given in, and allowed Ashley to invite her father
up for Father's Day in a few weeks. That allowed him to negotiate a trip out of
town the next week for the softball tournament in his Father-in-law's city.
He had become good at negotiating with Ashley, even as the
hormones that coursed through her pregnant body kept her on edge. He saw no way
he could negotiate the one thing he needed most of all. Damn, even five minutes
spent relaxing with Bub in the sauna, would make everything better.
The Pack's contingent at the bar congregated around three
combined high-top tables. It had been exactly one week since we were surprised
by the addition of my family, in the private room. Carl and Frank joined the
group, as did Rudy and Al. Claudia invited herself to our table, unabashedly
flirting with men she knew were impervious to her charms. Conspicuous in their
absence was Charlie and Angelo. We were hoping to surprise them with our news
of the day.
Remembering what I had seen at the party, I searched Gino for
clues. "You have to ask him, it's not my place to tell you," Gino said.
"I believe I will. Guys, I need to get some air, be back in a
I am not sure anyone noticed me leave, except Claudia who
gave me a wink. When I was outside I pulled out my flip-phone and called
Charlie's land line.
Angelo answered. "Sup?"
"Where are you guys? Everyone misses you."
"I can't tell you over the phone. If you and Pete stop by
later, maybe we can talk. All I can says is it's all good, so don't worry. Have
fun at the bar, and celebrate."
Despite Angelo's assurance, I found it hard to concentrate on
the having fun part. Something didn't feel right. Claudia sensed it. "Kyle, I
gotta show you something in the private room, got a minute or two? I'll get the
key from Julie."
Having been in a private party room many times, I couldn't
figure out what she wanted to show me, but I played along. We grabbed our beer,
then opened the door. She hit a few switches, then putting her arm around me,
she led me to the bar.
"Have a seat Kyle," she said, pointing to one specific stool.
"Many people don't know this, but my Dad was a silent partner in this bar.
After the local wrestling scene died out in favor of national pro wrestling, he
needed something to invest in. This bar turned out to be a perfect fit. Too
perfect when he and my mom started to have troubles."
She took a swig of her beer, and swallowed hard. "Kyle, you
are sitting on my Dad's bar stool. It was on that stool that he drowned his
sorrows. And it was on that stool where he became a drunk. Oh, he hid it well,"
she said, shaking her head. "He hid it well, except to the people who really
knew him. Pete, me and my mom all knew. Pete won't admit it, but he was a big
help in getting my dad sober. That is why I won't let anyone fuck with Petey,
pardon my French. But it is also why I am the only person on earth who can call
Claudia put her hand on my knee. "Listen honey. You know I
was joking back at the office about flipping you. Believe me, if there was a
chance, I would have tried. But I know better than that. I used to date a man
who reminded me a lot of my dad. Unfortunately, he had two strikes. One, he was
a drunk, just like my dad. And two, he was gay. He never told me as such, but
I figured it out."
"I always thought it was my fault. I couldn't make him
straight no matter how I tried. Believe me I tried, and he did too." Claudia
leaned in, and despite us being the only people in the private room she
whispered. "Boy, he was hung thick. It was almost the size of a beer can. But
he could never be totally hard for me." She shook her head and laughed. "Honey
I tried, I tried."
"I know this man like the back of my hand. If I am not
mistaken, he is home right now, fighting his demons. He is going to need a good
friend like you to help him fight."
Jason cuddled with Ashley on their sofa, the radio played
softly in the background. It was a comfortable conclusion to their day. His
meatloaf and mac and cheese hit the spot for his wife, even if they were a
little bland for him. He was happy his sauce was there to flavor his portion.
This compromise worked in his favor.
Jason rhythmically held Ashley, caressing her pregnant belly.
"Damn I felt him kick, he is going to be an active bugger. Like father, like
son you know they say." Jason kissed her neck. "I'm really looking forward to
being his daddy. We are going to be great parents. In the meantime, I just want
to snuggle with the mother of my boy."
"About that," Ashley said, then paused.
The ice princess was back. Jason felt her withdraw.
"It's not you Jase, it's me. I need some alone time. Why
don't you be a hon and drive do the Super-Valu. We are out of the praline pecan
ice cream I like. You can take your time, stop in the bar if you want to. I
won't mind this time."
As Claudia and I finished our beers in private, I had time to
contemplate what she had just told me. She further elaborated on her dad and
his Alzheimer's. He had been her focus for months, keeping her out of
socializing with friends. But as her last hopes gave way, she saw the need to
In the time, she spent away from the bar, she missed out on
our recent tradition of Tuesday happy hour. In doing so, she missed out on the
exact way many of our lives had changed. Claudia took the last gulp of her
beer, then slapped me on the shoulder. "Well, Bucko, we should join the group."
"It's the Pack, and I might have a jersey that fits you.
After all, as silent partner in this bar, you are almost a member of the team."
Claudia held a finger to her lips. "That's our secret. And
now this bar stool is yours. I don't foresee my Dad ever sitting there again."
"We should do it for old time's sake. Will they let him out
of the manor?"
"I dunno, I would need the help of a couple of strong handsome
men. Do you know of any?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at me.
"We got to get you your own Kyle, Claudia," I laughed.
"C'mon, there is a big table full of guys who would help you with everything
you need. Well except that one need."
"Wait? The Captain, Al, and Rudy are all gay? Damn, I am out
of the loop."
"I can't attest to that. I know some might claim to be bi.
However, I feel that on the sliding scale, they are a little bit more into
other men right now, than women. C'mon, there must be some straight men out
there for you, let's go find them."
We made our way out to join The Pack with perfect timing as
our burgers were just being served. From my vantage point I could see Franks
knee touching Rolf's as the two of them chatted with Carl. Pete and Al were
talking with Rudy, telling him some old wrestling stories.
Martin was talking to Mario and Micah, telling them of his
upcoming reunion. "We're meeting tomorrow night to plan the reunion. One of my
former students might be stopping by to check out the party room. I'm not sure
which student. I only know him by his email account." Martin looked at our
table. "Do you still have that key Claudia?"
"I sure do. Julie won't miss it."
I dabbed some of my fries into the paper container of
barbecue sauce. Looking up I saw Jason stride to our table. "Hey guys. The
wife's hormones are making her a bear tonight. I needed air, mind if I join
I could see the Captain getting uneasy, Carl covered for him.
"Jason, how was the appointment today?"
"Just waiting on the bloodwork, but things look copasetic.
Damn, I can't wait `til that baby pops out. It's gonna be a hellish month if
this keeps up. Fucking pregnant women and their hormones," Jason said under his
breath. He realized Claudia was at the next table. "Oops sorry. Pardon my
"Listen kiddo. I've never been pregnant, but I have been
friends with many pregnant bitches over the years, pardon my French. And when
they need their space, they need their space."
It was comical how Claudia put Jason in his place, while
still affirming his feelings. I had grown to like Claudia immensely in the few
hours I knew her. If my orientation was different, I could see myself with her,
but the man I loved was tapping out 1-4-3 on my leg at the time.
While I was enjoying the humor in Claudia's little show, I
hadn't noticed that the Captain had left our group. He tapped Jason on the
shoulder, and offered him a beer. "I hope this is what the Doctor ordered.
C'mon, we'll make space for you, pull up a seat."
Despite the absence of Charlie and Angelo, our first
post-wedding happy hour left me with a warm feeling. The recent additions fell
comfortably into our group. Jason found time to relax, while Rolf and Frank's
body language got understandably distant.
I nursed my beer, hoping to maintain a buzz that wouldn't
lead to me being drunk. I was expected back in my office the next day, and I
wanted to avoid a hangover at all costs. Plus, I worried about my remaining
alcoholic friends. With Charlie absent, Gino and Fred were our only designated
It was a with a content glow, that I saw a face that I
remembered seeing in March, in the bowels of the DECC after Mario's wrestling
bout. "Slim, what the fuck are you doing here?" I shouted.
Mario looked up. "Yeah Slim, what the hell are you doing
here, and why didn't you call me?"
"I'm here to meet my old wrestling coach, Marty, His email
told me he was gonna be here with some friends."
Just then I glanced towards the men's room. Martin was
exiting, fiddling with his zipper. He walked towards us, casually watching the
baseball game that played on the television above the bar. "Hey Martin, look
who's here," I shouted.
He looked up. "Jed, is that you? Damn, you're looking fucking
great my friend. Oops, pardon my French," he said, looking at Claudia.
"Jeez, what's up with you guys. You act like I'm a fragile
flower with virgin ears. You forget who my dad is, and who I grew up with. Get
a fucking clue. This fragile flower has heard a lot fucking worse things.
Pardon my French," she winked.
Jason turned the key, his truck revved to life. One beer was
enough to calm his nerves; he was glad he nursed it. He had a glow about him as
he walked the aisles of the Super-Valu. Ashley only expected the ice cream, but
as long as he was there, he might as well stock up on other comfort food
The glow he felt, wasn't the single beer, but the love he saw
in Pete and Kyle, and Justin and Derek. It was the same glow he felt with
Ashley earlier tonight. If he focused on that glow, he knew he could make a
life with Ashley, despite his love for Bub.
He drove down Grand Avenue towards his waiting wife. He
remembered the evidence of a fender bender he had seen earlier in the day. The
shattered glass he had seen in daylight, sparkled like glitter in his
headlights. He often thought it was funny that broken glass could be so damaging,
yet he thought nothing of driving over it. Once or twice, it did no harm. But
in repetition, it could prove to be destructive.
Jason pulled into his drive, hit the garage door button, then
parked his truck. He retrieved the groceries, went inside, and dutifully dished
out a small bowl of praline pecan, then headed to the living room. When he
didn't see Ashley, he checked their bedroom where he saw her dead to the world.
He returned to the living room, sat down at the computer
where he switched email accounts from Ashley's to his own. He had nothing
pressing, so he switched back, noticing the new email from Ginger218. It must
be one of her coworkers he thought, so he closed AOL, and went back to eating
the ice cream. When done, he put the bowl in the sink, rinsing it first. He
didn't need to tempt fate with a pregnant wife by leaving dirty dishes, so he loaded
the dishwasher, and set it to run.
With the drone of the dishwasher running in the background.
Jason sat down on the sofa, and closed his eyes.
Jason stood knee deep in the lake. While holding the bar of
soap, tightly in one hand, he scooped a pail full of water with the other. He
lifted the pail above his head, and let the water sluice away the suds. He
looked towards the sun, which warmed him as the water flowed down his body.
"You need more sun. That is the strangest tanline I have ever
He looked towards the sauna. There a second Jason stood with
Bub's arms around him. Both bodies were evenly tanned. It was a testament to
hours spent naked while they had tended to the farm.
Jason looked down at his tan, or lack thereof. His legs were
tanned deeply, below the line on his thighs were the hem of his softball shorts
fell. His legs from the waist band, to the hemline were ghost-white. His arms
had a farmer's tan, which was ironic in that his lover the farmer, was tanned
all over. The tan on his torso wasn't as deep as his arms and legs, yet not as
white as the rest of his legs.
In looking at his tan, he realized some soap suds still clung
to his pubes. He scooped one more bucket's worth of lake water, then let it
flow over his torso.
When he looked towards the sauna this time, Bub was up there,
passionately kissing Trevor, the young phlebotomist that had drawn Ashley's
blood earlier in the day. He looked at the two men, then down to the hand that
held the bucket. Missing from his hand, was his wedding ring.
With a loud clunk, the dishwasher announced the rinse cycle
was done, waking Jason up. He glanced past his hard-on, to his hand, which
still had his wedding ring. "I suppose I should fix the washer before little
Patrick is born" Jason said to himself, quickly putting the dream, out of his
A note from Bix:
With the Holidays, and work, and inspiration for more
stories, I have been slow in putting these stories out. My characters mean a
lot to me, and so do my readers. I do not want to do an injustice to either
faction. I hope to follow these characters through an entire year of
storytelling. I hope you will follow along with me.
I have also started another series over in the Incest
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place in the present day, some of their stories will be updated.
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