Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2006 13:56:56 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: The Tidelight Zone 08 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?' "The Tidelight Zone" 08 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % As Sean and Mehmet slid into the back seat of the limosine, generously provided by the upright condominium Joaquin and Philippe shared, Jerry, the doorman assured them that every single item on their food shopping list would be waiting for them, neatly put away in cupboards and refrigerator. "What we do now?" "You're right!" Sean says to Mehmet, snapping his fingers. "Now that we don't have to go food shopping, there's no real reason to have a limo." "We some kind of dummies, no?" Sean laughs, saying, "So, you `do' have a sense of humor, Mehmet. Hey! I got it! Why don't we take a tour?" "Sounds good," Mehmet agreed. Not only did they have a rather large portion of back seat to themselves, but dividing the riding compartment from the driving area, a large smoky glassed privacy panel obstructed their view. Lurching forwards, Sean knocked on the glass panel. Before the car moved, the glass slid open, a smiling face turning to ask, "Yes, sir?" Sean gladly smiled back. He expected maybe an older guy, but this guy couldn't have been more than twenty-eight or nine. "Nice smile," is the first thing that came to Sean's mind, which also he perceived as the dorkiest! "Thank you, sir." Sean figured the guy had to be nice. "We're interested in some sightseeing. Are you allowed to do that?" "Take you around the island? Sure. I'll put it down in the book as shopping." "Cool! Only, we don't have that much money to shop with, so..." "No problem. My name is John Kinoshita, but my friends call me Kino." "Do I call you John?" "Depends," Kino leaves Sean puzzled. "On?" "That your boyfriend back there?" "No." "You can call me Kino. Buckle up. I know some hot, off the beaten path places we can chill with." "We go see volcano?" Mehmet asked. "I have a feeling Kino is going to show us more than that!" "He cool guy, no?" "Very," Sean replied, feeling it way down to his jock. Even though a lot was happening fast, in what seemed Mehmet's favor, he missed the simple life. A few days ago, he could be satisfied with refining his surfing skills. One thing led to another. Sure, he grew fond of Joaquin very quickly, his warm attitude and loving ways, but his mind began to drift back to Steve Blair. "Kino's really a nice guy and, well, I couldn't see too far past the neck view, but he's really quite a dish... Mehmet-babe, you listening?" "Um, yes. I could use a dish of something too. I am kind of hungry." "Now, what are you really thinking about?" Sean put it to Mehmet, not falling for it. Adding some extras, he explained, "One thing, my father and how he kick me out." "Oh that. There's a chance he'll get over it. I mean, your mom seems to be okay with you being gay." "She is, but my father will never come around." "You think so?" "I know so." "And what else is bothering you?" Mehmet began to think that Sean's desires are not only on male sex or how a guy looks. He did care, like a friend should. A quick flashback made him think of Elton, Marc and Jay. "I miss my friends and..." "Yeah?" "Steve." "Steve, is it? The beach cop, huh?" "Yes. It is strange that we both thought of each other, but then went off on different courses. Do you know what I mean?" Before Sean could answer, the limo came to a stop. The smoky glass slid to the side. "First stop!" Kino held the door for them, as they made their exit. "It doesn't even feel like we moved. Smooth ride," Sean complimented. The driver reported back, very upbeat, "I know Kalakaua Ave. like the back of my hand." As Sean made his exit, his eyes beheld Kino's full frame. He hoped he could get to know more than his famous hand! Leaving the two standing there, for a few seconds, Kino popped the trunk, then handed each of them a knapsack. "C'mon. We need to pick a few things up." "Cool! Mehmet was hungry anyway." "You hungry?" Kino looked to the handsome Egyptian. "Some," Mehmet replied, shy. "Why didn't you say so!" Sean wished it was him that received to arm around shoulder, ushering him from the limo to the Diamond Head Market & Cafe entrance. "Hello, Kelvin!" Sean was amazed at the camaraderie surrounding Kino, as they walked in. It seems that everyone dropped what they were doing and heralded around the three. "These are guests of the Ko'olani." Knowing that, Sean and Mehmet began receiving heralded accolades of red carpet service. They had noticed one part of the restaurant roped off, a sign reading, `sorry - closed', however, the one Kino called, `Kelvin', withdrew the roping and proceeded to guide the three across the floor. "Does this suit you, sir?" "Oh, that's me!" Sean realized, not keen on the fine service. "Yeah. Sure!" Who wouldn't be, with a table overlooking Mamala Bay and beyond. Two men proceeded to hold the chairs for Mehmet and Sean. "What about you?" Mehmet inquired of Kino. The quaint setting a brilliant overlook had been comprised of one table with two chairs, one facing the other, each with a view. "Me?" Kino pointed to his own chest. "Oh, I don't dine with the guests, unless specified." With a wiseguy attitude, he informs the management, "Well, I'm specifying you, so pull up a chair!" At Sean's command, Kino rose from ordinary limo driver, to `celebrity' status, as Mehmet and Sean had gained, being residents of the Ko'olani Towers. Four men busied themselves with taking away the table for two and delivering to the site a table that sat four and three comfy chairs. "Would you care for a cocktail?" Kelvin inquired. Whenever someone of Ko'olani status dined at the Diamond Head Grill, Kelvin Ho liked to greet his guests, taking the initial order for the bar. "Water," Mehmet replied. "Water," Kino stated, "Yeah right. Give him a `Fucking Willy Shooter' and I'll have one too!" "What the hell is that?" Sean almost fell out of his chair. Kelvin, a guy with a good sense of humor, giggled at Sean's reaction, then answered, "A, pardon my French... ahem! `Fucking Willy Shooter' is comprised of a half ounce each of," Kelvin counted on his fingers, "vodka, amaretto, curacao, a quarter ounce of lime cordial and... hmm, I missed something." "You missed the half ounce of light rum, doofus!" Kino told him, lightheartedly. "Respect your elders," Kelvin reported back, slapping Kino in the back of the head. "Heeeeey! Be careful, Kel or I'm emailing a letter to Mr. Fodor!" "Oh?" Kelvin stands, a hand resting on a chair, other hand on a hip, "Then who will you get to pay your tuition?" "Just kidding, Kelvin." "Hmm... will I be making that three Fucking Willy Shooters?" Kelvin looked to Sean. "Sure," Sean replied. After Kelvin bid them farewell, Kino directs to Sean, "I think Kelvin likes you." "Um, speaking of `elders', how old is he?" "I'm eighteen. Elder for him is twenty-eight." Mehmet inquires, "Are you a relationship?" "Oh no. I might be gay, but Kelvin definitely is straight. Well, half-straight." "Bi?" "Yeah." Sean butts in, "I don't think Mehmet meant that, though it is kind of nice to know we are in mutual company, Kino." Kino smiled, realizing he gave away his gay identity for nothing. Not that it mattered. "Mehmet wanted to know if you are family?" "No. But we might as well be. I kind of landed on the islands by misfortune, which I'd rather not get into, other than I was twelve at the time. Kel took me in, like I was his own son." "Wait. That was six years ago." "Wow!" Kino says sarcastically, "somebody that can do math without a calculator!" "Yeah. Right. So, what about Kel?" "Oh, so I didn't have a dime to my name. At the time, Kel was getting started. He really couldn't afford the help, so I became his errand boy, waiter... whatever." "Nice of you." "I'll say." Mehmet found the history interesting, but Sean's mind strayed off, more having the desire to find out how Kino found out about Kel's sexuality. "So, he literally put the meat on these bones..." Now that excited Sean, seeing Kino pull up his show the little bit of skin between the buttons of his white dress shirt, part of his uniform. "Clothed me, and now is putting me through school. Except for the limo job, which he helped me get." "So, you do not waiter?" Mehmet inquired. "No. It was Kel's idea that I make a break from the business." "And what is your field of study?" "Geology." "This is good place to study." "Yes, it is. I've already got my foot in the door, with the USGS, at the Hawaiian Volcano Observatory. Yeah, if it wasn't for Mr. Fernandez, I wouldn't be so lucky." Thinking there's a connection, Mehmet asks, "Joaquin?" "Yeah, one in the same." Then, pointing, Kino gets nosy, asking, "Is it you that, um...or..." Sean speaks up, saying, "Mehmet's partnered off with Joaquin. I'm stuck with Philippe Baraduc." "Both hot men, if you don't mind me saying so?" Wanting to pick Kino's brain, thinking of the sexual demeanor, would have to wait, as Mehmet continued the conversation, steering away from such things. "How did you meet Joaquin?" "Through the limo job. He took me personally up to the observatory one day to meet his brother. What a nice guy!" Sean asks, "Which one?" "Both, actually. Oh, Alejandro is Joaquin's twin." "Gay?" Sean asks. "I don't know. Could be. I only met him a few times. If he is, he's keeping the fact closeted." "Think you'll ever find out?" Sean wiggles his eyebrows. "Frankly, I don't think it's my business," Kino replied. "I didn't mean anything by it," Sean tried retracting his statement. "No problem. I mean, like Joaquin, Alejandro is a very attractive man. Just not my type." "And what is your type?" Sean boldly put it. At first he caught Kino looking in Mehmet's direction, then alluded to, "I'm not sure. I don't go around looking to put labels on a guy. I just know that when Mr. Right comes along, I'll know who he is. However, I'm more interested in getting through college and on into the world first, before worrying about the guy to settle down with. "Sounds very profound," Mehmet replied, smiling. "Yeah," Sean agreed, though he wasn't exactly sure what Mehmet meant by that. A new interest became available, as their drinks appeared, the trio atop a silver tray. "Hey, Kino." "Mario, how are you making out?" "Fine. Just fine... um?" Sean detected some type of `body language', asking a question that isn't meant to be understood by all. It's contents soon became known. "Yes, Mario, they're our type." "Cool!" Mario replied, setting the first Fucking Willy Shooter down in front of Mehmet, followed by Kino, then Sean. When he served Sean, a chink of ice popped out of his drink, into his lap. "Oops! Sorry `bout that, sir." Looking down, Sean asked, "Well, aren't you going to get it?" Smiling, Mario took him up on the `flirt'. Opening a cocktail napkin, he went in for the scoop, lingering longer than normal. "Oh man," Sean stated sensually, "dump the whole drink, would you!" "Mario!" "Yes, sir?" Kelvin called out. They watched Mario approach the counter, a few feet away. It's apparent that Mario was getting a tongue-lashing, looking back over at them, turning a brilliant red, with humiliation. "Excuse me," Sean said to his two fellow diners. Most likely, the wet spot on his khaki pants hadn't all been the result of the Fucking Willy Shooter, shooting the ice out, like a volcano. Apparently, Sean had suffered some slight eruption of his own. Regardless, he rose up, meaning to set the record in Mario's favor. After a few moments, they perceived the conflict as being resolved. "Quite the diplomat," Kino says to Mehmet. "Very usual," Mehmet threw the slur in Kino's direction. Admitting, Kino jokes, "You're right." They both laughed, looking upon Sean as not the type that seemed like he could bargain his way on the Senate floor. "So, you got Mario off the hook, Sean?" Kino asked. "I made it sound good." "Well, you probably saved Mario his job. Kel is very picky on fratenizing with the customers." "Oh? Then why did Mario go for the ice?" "Mario's a gay man, like you and I, Sean. He's not beyond faults!" "Hmm," Sean looked beyond the gathering, watching Mario's pantsed ass, as he squatted down to get something off of a lower shelf. "Is Mario seeing someone?" Mehmet speaks up, "What about Philippe, Sean?" Kino keys them in, "Oh, don't you worry Philippe, nor Joaquin. They're both a coupla giggolo's anyhow!" "Joaquin?" Mehmet questioned. "No, not Joaquin." "What do you mean, giggolos?" Sean asks. "Joaquin not giggolo," Mehmet tried telling Kino. "Hey, both of you are really nice guys. I you were a coupla schmucks then I wouldn't barge in and tell you all this. Those two jarheads use guys, if you know what I mean?" Mehmet furthered his quest, "Joaquin not use men. He is sweet man." Maybe Sean was more `streetwise', inquiring, "Let's hear him out, Mehmet." Most likely is was the Fucking Willy Shooter and lack of food that made Mehmet relax and listen. "Have you met Regis?" "DuValier?" Sean inquires of the last name. "Yes." "What about him, other than the fact we already know he's into BDSM?" "I know for a fact that he has arranged a party or two for Joaquin and Philippe." "No, that not true. Can't be true," Mehmet, even though feeling the effects of the potent drink, remains alert to the facts, as he knows them. "Wait Mehmet. Let's hear Sean out. So?" Mehmet sat there, lips sealed for the moment, trying to analyse everything, putting things into perspective. "I'm not into BDSM, but I happened to be delivering a guest or two. Philippe met the last one at the door lobby. Special friend of his, I take it. Anyway, he invited me up to the party. So, I parked the limo and thought `what the hell'. Well, I get up to the penthouse and I can't believe the party going on." "Really?" Sean says, his pants starting to twitch along with it's contents. "Have you decided on what to order?" Their train of thought is derailed, as Sean looks up to see Mario standing there. "I see you're still around?" Smiling, Mario replies, "Thanks for getting me off the hook, Sean. I just hope I can keep my self..." then noticing the tenting khakis, "control for the rest of the dinner." "Too bad you can't join us," Sean says wickedly. Kino comments, "I wasn't supposed to join you and here I am!" "Are you saying that.. Mario.. could? If?" Smiling, Kino's upturned lips gave all the permission needed. Sean got up and walked beyond the closed off, seated area. Returning, Kelvin followed him, the two trailed by another man, dressed in the waiter apparel, as Mario had donned. "Mario!" Kelvin made like he was in deep shit. "I know.. I know..." "Friday night?" "But I have a lecture at the university." "Saturday then." "How about Sunday afternoon?" Mario continues the bargaining of hours to be made up. "Very well." Grabbing an adjacent chair, Mario parks his buns in it, telling Kino, "Shove over, will ya?" They turned the table so that Sean and Mario paired up, leaving Kino and Mehmet with the same seating arrangement. "Oh, Skip, I'll have what they're having." Sean mentions, so that only Mario can hear, "Got a bunch of hotties working here!" Mario turns his head to Sean, replying softly, "Yeah. Skip gives new meaning to the words, `hot fuck'!" "You don't say?" "Why? You don't think he looks the part, Sean?" Mario insinuates. "It's the glasses." "Yeah, he's a smart guy. Except for the hot looks, which incidentally matches the bod under the shirt, he's a real intelligent guy." Sean reverberates, "He can't be that smart if he fucked you!" "Hey, I happen to have that kind of ass that guys compliment, I'd like to have you know, Sean!" "Oh? A tight one, huh?" "I'm not saying." That led Sean right into the side pocket. "So, do I get to find out?" "Why do you think I'm giving up my Sunday for you?" "Giving up your Sunday? How does that go, Mario?" "Well, Friday night I have to attend a lecture, for my class, at the University, so that leaves only Saturday for me to take you out to the club." "You have it all figured out, do you? What happens if I say I'm busy?" Sure of himself, Mario replies, "Too busy to find out how tight this ass is?" Mario slaps the side of his butt. Sean sits there, all smiles. "I don't know where that fucker is... Here, give me a swig of that!" As a joke, Mario takes a tiny fragment of ice from Sean's Fucking Willy Shooter and pings it into Sean's lap, before taking a swig of it. "Are you going to clean up now, Mario?" "Oh, I'll be cleaning you up alright on Saturday night!" % 8 Continued.... Copyright 2006 T. 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