Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2022 18:11:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: I'm the Captain - Chapter Eleven The strength of Paul and Lucas's relationship is going to tested when disaster strikes their boat and a new friend comes into the picture. This is a fictional tale of sexual relationship between a young man and a teenage boy. You must be eighteen to read this story. If it is against the law where you are to read stories like this you are kindly requested to leave and not read this story. It is only a fictional story for your reading pleasure and not for distribution to any other site or resource. While some of the geographic names and place may be real, none of the names or characters are real or based on anyone real. I grew up on the water and have a familiarity with sailing and boats but no means am I an expert so please forgive any references or nomenclature that are not factually accurate. I appreciate any comments or feedback, good or bad. Send to tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. I try to reply to as many as possible. I have had some very pleasant interactions with some of my readers so please do not hesitate to write. If you enjoy my story, you can do an Author Search on my name ("Jonathan Perkins") to find some of my other stories posted here. I'm The Captain by Jonathan Perkins Copyright 2022 All Rights Reserved Remember to donate to Nifty to keep these stories available for all our enjoyment. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I'm The Captain Chapter Eleven The next morning I was waking up slowly, my mind in a fog and my eyes still closed. Suddenly I snapped awake. Something was horribly wrong; the bed was not moving gently with the waves. I sat up, looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings I found myself in. My sudden movement startled Lucas as he opened his eyes and look at me. "What's wrong, Paul?" Now awake enough to realize where I was and why, I looked down at Lucas. "You weren't hanging all over me in your sleep and I thought you had deserted me," I laughed not wanting to seem concerned about our surroundings. He yawned and stretched, "You're an asshole. I'm tired and going back to sleep," as Lucas rolled on his side. Suddenly he swung over on his back. "We have to get up and go check on the boat. Get up and get dressed," he commanded me. . "We don't have any clean clothes, remember. We have to go shopping first. Besides, the boat is in good hands with Victor and there is nothing we can do but wait until he calls us," I reasoned with him. "I know, I know. I just feel like I've abandoned her. It's damaged goods so we moved on. That kind of feeling," he lamented. "You're not the type to move on when something you love is hurt. Nor am I. Let's get some new clothes and some breakfast. Then we can go up to the boatyard and see if Victor has had a chance to look at the boat. I just hope we don't put him off by bugging him." "Too bad. You paid him a lot of money yesterday so he can put up with us whether he likes it or not," Lucas said defiantly. "Hold on, mister. We hired the best man for the task of repairing our boat. You piss him off and he'll rip up that check and send the boat back in the same condition it was in yesterday. Then we're stuck with some handyman hack patching the hole with spit and bubble gum," I pointed out. "I know you're right. I'm just so upset. Let's take a shower and go get some clean clothes." "Should we shower together?" I asked suggestively. "Sorry, but I wouldn't be much fun. Maybe later." Our clothes from yesterday were kind of gross so we opted to go get new clothes and then come back for our showers. We showered separately, dressed in our new clothes and I called Victor. "Wow, you must have really overslept, Paul. I expected your call hours ago," he laughed. "Yeah, sorry to bother you but Lucas wants to come up and look at the boat. I told him we had to give you some space," I groveled. "After meeting the two of you yesterday I half expected you both to be here when I came in this morning. I know Bart would be. You're welcome to come up and check out your boat any time. I'll go over everything when you get here. See you shortly." "Thanks. I'll bring the coffee," as I hung up and nodded my head at Lucas. Lucas slapped his hands together and headed for the door. "Come on, we're wasting time. Get moving, old man," he teased. Lucas was fidgeting in his seat, unable to relax until we pulled into the boat yard. He threw his door open and jumped out of the car just as it stopped. Our boat was the biggest and most impressive boat there, in spite of her injury. Lucas ran over and ran his hand tenderly over the hull surrounding the hole. Victor came out of his office and walked over to me. "I have made a preliminary assessment of the damage. It looks worse than it actually is. The hull was damaged but there was no structural damage. There are also few things I noticed inside that I would attend to while it's here as well. Plus you need a new jib sail. The old one is trashed. Unless you want to keep it as a momento," Victor grinned. "No, I don't want anything to remind me of almost losing our boat," I sighed. Lucas came over to us. "I was just telling Paul the damage isn't as bad as it looks. We'll have it back as good as new," Victor old Lucas. "Isn't bad? It's horrible! I know you're good at what you do but please be gentle with her," Lucas implored him causing Victor and myself to laugh out loud. "I'd like to have her for two months if that doesn't upset your plans," Victor said. "The deposit you gave me will come close to covering all the repairs." "Two months is fine. I told you take as long as you need and whatever the cost," I reassured him. Lucas went back to say good bye to the boat, running his hands over the hull again. Then we headed back to our hotel room, hopefully for some hot sex. We parked and went into our room. "Are you ready for some more loving?" I asked Lucas. "Some more?" he looked at me quizzically. "Yes, some more. I saw you making love to our boat, rubbing it with your tender hands trying to make it feel better. I was wondering if I'd see some white stuff come out of the bilge pump drain. I thought you might be burned out for the day," I joked. "Eat shit, mother fucker," he threw back at me in jest, giving me the one finger salute. Lucas stood in the middle of the room, quiet and slowly looking around. "Something wrong?" I asked "I've never had sex in a motel room," he said with a goofy grin on his face. "It seems kind of naughty and dirty. A hook up in a rented room. Kinky!" "I'm paying by the hour so hurry up and get those fucking clothes off," I played along. Really getting into the spirit of things, I took out two crisp hundred-dollar bills from my wallet and threw then on the bed. "You're going to earn that money, you whore," I sneered at him. Lucas started to strip his clothes off so fast I thought he was going to tear them. The sexual excitement in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. This role-play thing was totally new and spontaneous. It was usually Lucas who usually took the initiative and pushed the envelope but this time I was in command. "Get over here and undress me and make it good. I want to be hard and leaking when you are finished," I demanded, as if I wasn't hard enough already. "Yes daddy, what ever you want," Lucas answered seductively, his voice low and slow. Lucas started with my shirt, taking his time unbuttoning it, one hand inside the shirt to hold it tight and making contact with my skin. When it was unbuttoned he pushed it back off my shoulders then ran his hand down my arms to remove my shirt. He ran his hands back up my arms, across my shoulders and down my chest to my nipples. He brought his face in close and extended his tongue to flick it across one nipple then the other. "That's it, whore, I want your tongue all over my body from top to bottom." He moaned instead of answering out loud. After a few minutes of licking my chest, he knelt down and rubbed my bulging crotch. He undid my belt then unbuttoned my pants. He stopped there and brought his face back up and tongued my belly button while rubbing his hands on my crotch and my ass. He pulled his face away so he could unzip my pants. He reached in and cupped my cock and balls, not letting my pants fall down yet. Finally he removed his hand and let my pants hit the floor. He slipped his fingers inside the elastic band on the leg openings of my jockey shorts. He extended his fingers to press against each side of my boner, moving up and down on the shaft. He brought his face to me and pushed my shorts away from my cock so he could grab them with his teeth and pull them down. As my cock cleared the top band of my shorts, my cock sprung loose and hit Lucas right square in the eye. When he got my shorts as far down as my knees, he used his hands to pull them down and off my legs. Now his hands slid back up my legs, grabbing my protruding manhood. He squeezed tight and stroked it a few times, then used the other hand to move between my legs and apply some pressure forward, effectively milking the precum along my urethra and out to my piss slit. He leaned in and licked the growing bubble of precum before it could drip off. "Oh yeah, daddy has the tastiest precum. I can never get enough," he moaned. I looked down and could see that Lucas was just as turned on as I was. He cock was as big as I've ever seen it and it was involuntarily twitching and jumping. I was afraid he was going to cum without being touched. But he did touch. He lowered one hand and began to stroke himself slowly. I couldn't allow this. "Listen bitch," as I slapped the side of his head with my boner, "I'm not paying you to play with yourself, I'm paying you to play with me!" "Yes daddy, I'm sorry," he whined as he let go of his cock "Now do what you're being paid for and suck that cock!" "Yes daddy," as he licked the shaft to get it nice and wet with his saliva then swallowed it to the hilt in one quick motion. It went to deep and he gagged before backing off slightly. "Can't take it all, huh pussy? I knew you have never serviced a real man before, only little kids with their pencil dicks," I hollered at him. "If you gag and puke on my cock I'll beat you to with in an inch of your life! Just suck it for Christ's sake." He did, but like the good little cocksucker he was playing the part of, he kept going a little deeper on each swallow until his nose made contact with my groin. I had never seen Lucas in such a heightened state of sexual desire. He was like the man from last year's hot dog eating contest making sure he would win this year, devouring every bit with a vengeance. His head was twisting from side to side, up and down as his hands ran up and down my thighs, around my hips and back to grab my ass cheeks. He was an absolute sex maniac. I was afraid, his vigilant attack on my cock would bring me to a climax much sooner than I wanted. But it felt so damn awesome, I was torn between pulling out of his mouth and holding off or just letting go. My body made my decision for me as I exploded with an orgasm so strong I went weak in the knees. Lucas held tight on my cock, sucking down every drop of my cum. When I stopped pumping out cum, he held his mouth on me for a few minutes, I presume waiting for me to go soft. That never happened. He pulled off and I was just as hard as when he started. I had never stayed hard after shooting. A quick recovery, maybe. But still hard enough to pound nails with my cock? As soon as I caught my breath I started in on him. "Not bad for a beginner but I thought you knew what you were doing?" I bellowed at him. "Sorry daddy, I did the best I could. I thought you enjoyed it?" "It was okay, I've had better. Lets see how good you tight ass feels. Get up on the bed on all fours. I'm taking your ass my way, hard and deep." I commanded him. He was grinning as he jumped up on the bed and got into position. I held my hand under his mouth and told him to spit out what ever he had left of my cum in his mouth. I used that to lube his ass, my cock still being wet and slippery from his mouth on me. I pulled him back to the edge of the bed and put my cock in position to fuck him. "Yes daddy, fuck me hard. Show me how good you are with that lethal weapon between your legs," Lucas begged me. This was too unreal. It wasn't me about to penetrate the young man in front of me and it wasn't Lucas on his knees waiting to be impaled. It was a horned up john about to screw a young male prostitute in a rented motel room. No mercy, no affection, just raw sex. Not two lovers making love. Two animals giving in to their carnal desires. Damn, this was so hot! I was still hard as can be and had no problem getting inside Lucas. He grunted and tensed up as I pushed in, not taking my time or going slow. As soon as I was in to the hilt I withdrew and thrust in again, starting a fast pace, fucking this pussy in front of me. Lucas was urging me on, panting and moaning and yelling for more, not wanting this role-play to end. Surprisingly I didn't last as long as I thought I would for a second orgasm. I was so turned on I finished with fewer spurts of cum but the same body-wrenching convulsion. What was even more surprising is that Lucas hadn't cum yet. Somehow he managed to hold off and hadn't wasted his cum on the bed spread. "Is daddy happy? Did he get his money's worth," my lover turned whore asked me. "I sure as hell did. It was so good I'm going to give you a tip," as I pushed him over and onto his back. I dove my mouth down on his leaky cock and proceeded to give him a thank you blowjob. He hadn't cum when he was sucking me or when I fucked him but he must have been right on the edge the whole time. I hadn't sucked him for more than thirty seconds when he grabbed my head, pulled it down on him and shot off so much cum I couldn't swallow it all. We were covered in the excess. We lay side by side, breathing hard when we both spontaneously started to laugh. The total absurdity of what we had just done hit us. "Is that what you meant by being naughty and dirty in a hotel room," I asked him with a smirk. "That's exactly what I meant. I hope you realize that now we are going to have to find another motel for tonight. I could never sleep here," he confessed. "Why not?" "A hooker never gets personal with his clients. Get them off and move on," he explained in fit of giggles. "In a way you're right. We could never top what just happened here so it is time to move on." And we did. We checked out and went to find another motel close by. Before we cold find another motel, my cell phone rang. Irving was calling. He had heard about our boat being damaged and wanted to offer any help he could. "We're fine, thanks," I told him and filled him in on all the details. "With your boat out of the water, where are you and Lucas staying?" "We're looking for a motel right now. Didn't like the one we were in last night, too dirty," Lucas grinning at overhearing my explanation and adding quietly, "Too dirty and too raunchy and too disgusting," then covered his mouth as he laughed. "Don't you dare go to another motel. You get your ass over here right now and settle in to our guestroom for as long as you need. You didn't make it up North for Thanksgiving so you'll have a seat at our table for dinner tomorrow. I'm not taking no for an answer," he told me firmly. I looked at Lucas and he nodded to me. "No need to get your knickers in a snit, Irving. Lucas thinks it's a great idea and so do I. We'll be there this afternoon. We need to go up to the boat and get a few more things. We'll be at your house at 3:00. Looking forward to dinner with you and your wife tomorrow." Irving's wife, Marilyn, met us at their front door when got back from the boat. She welcomed us in with hugs and a big smile. "Let me show you to your room. I've put fresh linen on the bed and towels in he bathroom. Just let me know if you need more," she gushed. "Thank you, we'll be fine," I said as we dragged our suitcases in. "If those are clothes from your boat they are going to be musty and smelly. Unpack and I'll get a laundry basket for your clothes and start the washing machine," she instructed us. "Nope. Not going to do it. You can show me where the washing machine is and I'll take care of it. We're here as friends, not as guests at a bed and breakfast," Lucas told her politely. "Damn, he's just as up front as you are, Paul," Irving commented. "When we get settled Lucas and I will go shopping to get whatever additional food you need to feed two more mouths for tomorrow's dinner," I offered. "Thanks anyway but no need. Marilyn always cooks for an army so we have plenty for the two of you and more," Irving bragged. "Just to give you a heads up, we won't be having the traditional turkey dinner tomorrow. Our children are grown and have families of their own. They have moved to different parts of the country so we alternate holidays with them. They go to their in-laws for Thanksgiving and come home to us for Christmas this year. Then next year they switch. This is our year for Christmas so we have a very low key Thanksgiving," Marilyn explained. "What? Thanksgiving with no turkey? Isn't that illegal or something?" Lucas spoke before thinking it might not be taken as a joke. I covered for him. "What ever you make will be just fine. Irving doesn't look like he's been deprived of any meals," I laughed while giving Lucas the stink eye. "Of course, Marilyn, I was only kidding," Lucas said to make sure she knew he wasn't serious. . We got settled in our room, put the laundry in the washing machine and joined Irving and Marilyn in the living room for some light snacks and small talk. Lucas told them everything possible about the boat and Uncle Bart. They were actually quite interested and asked as many questions as Lucas could handle. Marilyn finally excused herself to go and finish getting supper ready. Irving wasn't kidding. She put enough food on the table to feed a dozen people. Full, content and tired, we retired to our new room for the immediate future. We got undressed and got into bed. A few kisses, a hug, then our bodies intertwined in a comforting snuggle. "So, what will it be tonight? Lucas asked. "Huh?" "Am I a hitch hiker you picked up and we got stranded in a snow storm. The bed and breakfast we came upon only had one room so we had to share. You made me pay for my ride with my body? Or did your car break down out in the country in a horrible rainstorm and you made your way to the only house you could find. The farmer invited you to stay the night and took all your clothes to dry them. He only had two bedrooms, one for him and one for his horny teenage son who insisted you pay for your lodging with your naked body?" Lucas leered at me. "No, no, no! Absolutely not! As hot as that sounds, no more role-play leading to crazed monkey sex. We had to find a new place to sleep because of doing that last night. Besides, Irving and Marilyn would hear us and that would be very embarrassing in the morning," I insisted. "So no sex at all? If that's the new rule then I vote we leave here tomorrow anyway," Lucas pouted. "I didn't say no sex. I was thinking a nice intimate mutual suck. How does that sound?" I offered. "That sounds great!" as he untangled himself from me and lowered his big head down to my little head. "I said mutual so get yours up here," as I tugged at his growing cock. We moved arms and legs into comfortable positions so we could get each other's cocks deep in our mouths. We had showered that morning but it was a long warm Florida day. I inhaled deeply, the musk emanating from Lucas's groin a strong aphrodisiac. I had flashbacks to last night debauchery and really didn't need any more stimuli but I couldn't get enough of his man scent. I took his as deep as I could to get my nose closer, breathing in every time I took his cock down my throat. I don't know if it was my man smells that were having the same effect on Lucas but he was speeding up his bobbing and sucking me hard and fast. I had envisioned a nice slow and tender encounter but there was to be none of that. It was now a race to the finish line with Lucas the first one, as usual. But I wasn't far behind, starting to fill his mouth before he stopped spurting down my throat. Once I caught my breath, I asked Lucas, "So did I pay for my room?" with a giggle. "You did if I paid for my ride," he returned the joke. We deep kissed, exchanging what was left of each other's cum in our mouths. A few delicate kisses later we were off to sleep, Lucas's finally forgetting about our boat for a change. We were awoken the next morning by a banging on the side of the house. Putting on a pair of running shorts, I headed outside to see what was happening. Irving was up on a ladder stringing Christmas lights. "Sorry if I woke you. I wanted to get an early start on decorating so the house is all aglow with Christmas when the kids arrive," as he moved his ladder, letting it bang against the side of the house. "No problem. Let me get dressed and I'll give you a hand," as I was heading back into the house. I told Lucas what was going on and he bolted out of bed. "Awesome! I haven't had a chance to decorate for Christmas in years. I always used to help my dad before he got sick," his mood suddenly turning somber at remembering the downward turn his life took when his parents' addiction changed their lives forever. "Well come on then, let's go get in the Christmas spirit!" We spend the morning hanging lights and garland all around the house. Then setting up the giant inflatable Santa Claus and sleigh on the front lawn. Last but not least was the Nativity Scene on the porch with a spotlight to illuminate it after dark. All the while Irving was humming and singing Christmas carols, smiling ear to ear. He barely stopped long enough to eat one of the sandwiches Marilyn had fixed for us. He stood back and looked at our work, throwing his arms out wide. "Now it looks like Christmas!" he announced in a booming voice. "But it's Thanksgiving," Lucas countered. "It was Thanksgiving when I got up this morning, now the Christmas season has begun," Irving bellowed in a joyous voice. "Okay you Christmas elves, come in and get washed up for Thanksgiving dinner," Marilyn waved to us. Lucas and I took a quick shower, got dressed and went to sit down at the table. I excused myself and went in the kitchen to help Marilyn bring the food out. "You two have no idea what you did today," she took my arms and looked into my eyes. I was horrified we had somehow screwed up. "I haven't seen Irving this happy since before the kids moved away. He always loved Christmas with the kids and decorating the house was the highlight of the season for him. The last few years he even contemplated not putting up the decorations he missed our children so much. But this year the two of you have rejuvenated his spirit. Thank you so much for being here with us this year." She pulled me in for a hug and a peck on the cheek. She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and handed me a plate of food. "Come on, I'm starving here," Irving hollered from the table with a laugh. The last plate to come out had the meat for the meal. A huge platter of meatloaf. Hardly a holiday specialty but it smelled delicious. Lucas looked at it and his face went blank. All the food was passed around until everyone had a full plate. Lucas was still acting weird as he looked at the meatloaf. We started to eat and Lucas took a small bite of the meatloaf and began to whimper, tears sliding down his face. "I'm sorry it's not turkey, Lucas. If I had know it meant so much to you I would have gotten one yesterday," Marilyn apologized. "Oh god no, it's nothing like that." He took a deep breath and started to explain. "We were brought up Catholic and on Friday the church said everyone was supposed to eat fish, not meat. My mother didn't take kindly to some faceless institution telling her what to eat and not eat. She was always an independent thinker. So it became a household tradition that she made a meatloaf every Friday in defiance of the church. Those were the happiest times of my life before the addictions ruined everything." He jumped out of his chair and gave Marilyn a hug. "This is perfect, the best Thanksgiving I've had in years. Thank you so very much," Lucas said as he sniffled his runny nose. "And I'm thankful I had help decorating. It was like old times with my children," Irving piped up. "I'm thankful that we have such good friends that have opened their home to us in our time of need," I added. "I'm just thankful to be the luckiest woman on the face of the Earth surround by all you wonderful people," Marilyn said, also wiping a tear. "Okay, enough with the speeches. Let's eat before the food gets cold," Irving exclaimed, getting everyone back in cheery holiday mode. Friday night we watched the traditional Thanksgiving football game between the University of Florida Gators and the Florida State University Seminoles, a rivalry that began in 1958. Irving was rooting for his alma mater, University of Florida so Lucas had to root for Florida State just to bring the rivalry right into the living room. Marilyn and I sat back and enjoyed the ribbing they were giving each other after every play. Saturday Lucas wanted to take the car and go out to the marina and help Todd for the day. I helped Irving in his garage, changing the oil in his lawnmower and putting away the summer decorations. He and his wife were big on decorating their house and yard. "Hey, I'm surprised to see you here today. I thought I wouldn't see too much of you now that your boat is being repaired," Todd said as he came to shake Lucas's hand. "And leave you all alone? No way. I should have come out yesterday but we were getting settled in. We're staying with a co-worker of Paul's until the boat is repaired." "A lot of the boat owners were shopping on Black Friday so yesterday was slow but they'll be around today and tomorrow to get in some boating time," Todd pointed to the docks already getting busy. "Okay, so let's get to it," Lucas said, slapping Todd on and back and jogging down to see if anyone needed anything. They had a busy day helping boaters carry things to their boats, helping them get underway, securing their boats when they returned and carrying stuff back up to their cars. At the end of the day both of them had their pockets stuffed with cash from the tips they were given. "Wow, do you always make out this good with tips?" Lucas asked as he pulled the money out of his pocket to count it. "This weekend and around Christmas time the tips and Christmas bonuses are huge. I guess it makes up for the rest of the year when I very rarely get any tips." "Then this should be yours," as Lucas put his hand out to Todd with the money he had collected. "You earned it, you keep it," Todd refused the money. "Let's count it and if I got more than you did, we'll split it, 50 - 50," Lucas offered. "I doubt you got more than me. I'm the best fucking dock hand you'll ever meet," Todd bragged with a smirk. "It's a good thing I showed up or you would have been swamped," Lucas offered in rebuttal. "I can handle anything, even you," Todd continued his bravado. "I'm not so sure about that. I guess we'll have to see," Lucas came back. Both boys' faces turned red, realizing how the conversation had turned. Neither one of them had intended their comments to be sexual but it hinted at something deeper. "So what are you going to do with your new found wealth?" Todd asked to quickly change the subject. "I'm not sure. Probably just stash it away until I need it. How about you?" "I've been saving up to buy a surf board so I won't have to keep renting one and this will put me over the top. This week I go shopping for my board," Todd said proudly. "You surf? That's awesome. I've always wanted to try that but no way it was going to happen up north," Lucas lamented. "Things slow down here after this weekend until Christmas. If we can get some time off I can teach you. We can double up on my board to start. I can teach you how to paddle out to the waves and help you get your balance to stand up. Then we can rent one for you after you have the basics. Save that tip money," Todd laughed. The thought of having Lucas in a bathing suit on his board with lots of skin contact made Todd's cock chub up slightly. He wasn't sure exactly why. He was not gay. He didn't have any feelings for Lucas other than as a good friend. He panicked at the thought of a bugle showing in his shorts and what Lucas would think. He knew Lucas and I were a couple and we were both gay but if Lucas thought Todd was as well they was a good chance it would change the dynamics of their friendship. Lucas did notice the bugle growing in Todd's shorts. It wasn't a big deal because all teenagers get boners at the most inappropriate times. Was it the idea of the two of them being on the surfboard together? Was Todd's previous comment actually a sexual innuendo? Was this going to be another Dwayne type thing? No, of course not. Lucas was just over reacting. He was the one letting his hormones interfere with his rational thinking. Todd's change of subject didn't seem to be slowing down the sexual tension in the air. "I have to be going, Lucas. My parents didn't want me to stay all day," Todd stammered as his face blushed slightly. "Sure, same here. I've got the car if you want a ride," Lucas offered. "Thanks, but my dad is on his way already. Maybe next time you can give me a ride," Todd said and then his face turned bright red again. Another innuendo? Maybe not, but if not then why is his face turning red, Lucas reasoned. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow," as Lucas turned and headed towards his car. He noticed Todd on his phone and just before he got out of earshot he heard Todd, "Hi dad, I need a ride." All the way home Lucas was feeling guilty. He wasn't sure exactly why but he knew he was. Was Todd developing feelings for him? Or just a horny teenager who knew Lucas was gay and maybe someone he could play with? Was Todd curious or something else? He certainly would enjoy screwing around with Todd but that would break the rules about not screwing around behind my back. That was why he was feeling guilty. He would have to talk to me and see what I thought. Little did I know what was happening between Lucas and Todd but I was about to find out.