Date: Sun, 07 Oct 2001 18:46:44 -0400 From: Tom Cup Subject: Kevin - Series Chapter 7 Kevin by Tom Cup Copyright 2000, 2001 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 This is a fictional story involving youth/youth or adult/youth sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. 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There was a pair of gray shoes that looked like they went with the suit. Antonio later told me they were called `deck shoes' and said I made a good choice. Even Marie said I looked nice when we pass her on the way through the sunroom. We took the garden pathway; down through a grove and came to a building with an indoor pool, sauna, Jacuzzi and workout room. We stripped down to our swimwear and jumped into the heated water. We had a blast and all my worries of the morning disappeared as we slashed and played in the water. We got back to the house around four-thirty. I was worried that I missed Tony's call and that he would be mad. But Antonio assured me that William would have rung the pool house if he had called. Marie smiled and ran her hand through my hair asking, "Did you have a good time little one?" Antonio answered saying, "Come on mom. I didn't tie him up and torture him or anything. Jeez!" Marie's eyes got really big as she looked at Antonio and said, "I should hope not!" We all laughed. I waited in my room for the phone call. Marie said that Tony would call at 5:00 p.m. and that I should wait upstairs for the call. I felt a little nervous about what I would say and about what he would say. I hoped that he wasn't mad about all the trouble I had caused this morning. I knew how Chuck would have reacted if I had stirred up the mess with him that I had with Tony: he would have beat the shit out of me. I don't mean with a belt or paddle; I mean he would have pounded my face with his fist. I wasn't afraid Tony would do those kinds of things to me but I knew he could hurt me far worst. He could send me away. I really didn't believe that he would. It's just, a lot had happened to me in a very short time. Also, I was beginning to sense that these people really were unlike any other people I had ever met before. Being able to judge my mom's, and Chuck's, moods had saved me from a lot of ass kicking, to be sure, but I wasn't able to judge anything here. Even Antonio I realized, who had joked and laughed with me the night before, I had read wrong. He had fooled me into believing that what I told him about my life hadn't bothered him in the least. He hadn't fooled Marie, though, but he had sure as shit fooled me. How was I ever to know what these people thought? The phone rang at the side of my bed and startled me back from my thoughts. I looked at it and realized I didn't know how to answer it. I don't mean I never answered a phone before. I mean there were ways of doing things here. I could, I thought, answer `Kevin's Room,' but somehow that didn't quite sound right. In the end I answered, "Bolognia residence, this is Kevin." "What'd ya know kiddo?" Boomed Tony from the other end of the line, "Miss me?" "Yeah," I said timidly, "but I'm scared about the trouble I've been causing. I'll understand if you're mad at me." Tony laughed and I understood where Antonio's infectious laugh came from. "No, no," he said, "You've done exactly what I left you there to do; won the hearts of my sister and nephew. So now it's time to discuss where we go from here." "I'll do anything you tell me," I whispered and added for emphasis, "Anything." "I know Kevin," Tony said, "That's why I thought we had better talk again. You see, those first couple of days with you were for me... special. I figured we'd hang out together and have a few laughs; by then your mom, and you, would have cooled off and I'd take you back. No harm done. We would have both have had a good time and I would have put some money in your pocket to boot. But it became obvious to me, and maybe for selfish reasons, I didn't want to give you up. I am an art dealer and connoisseur; a lover of things beautiful and you are beautiful to me. Your eyes, your smile, your body are all beautiful to me." "You shouldn't talk like that on the phone," I cautioned, "Someone could pick up the other line." Tony laughed and said, "I called you on your private line. The phone by your bed is your personal number; the one in your sitting room is a house phone. You don't want to discuss personal business on that one but on this one it's OK. Got it?" I told him I did understand but that was only part of the problem. "What's the other part?" He asked. "You're giving me a hard-on," I confessed, "How's it going to look if someone sees me with a hard-on after talking to my dad?" "Yes, yes, your right," Tony laughed, "But don't you see, we have to talk about this. Kevin, I picked you up hoping we would get along. But I would have brought you alone and taken care of you even without the sex. Do you understand that?" "Why?" I asked. "Because you were kicked out into the cold. You were hungry. I was lonely. You never had to have sex with me. I hope I didn't make you feel that way." I thought about it before I answered and then said, "No, not really. I didn't feel that way. I was a little scared the first time but I knew that some guys liked boys. I saw it a lot in the neighborhood. I even thought about doing it. I just didn't want you to hurt me, was all. But I liked everything we did. I wanted to know what those things felt like." "And now?" Tony posed I giggled a bit and felt myself blush as I said, "I'm probably going to be spending extra time in the bathroom tonight since now you got me all worked up." "OK, OK," Tony laughed, "But know you never have to do anything and I mean that. Having you around to look at is treat enough for me." "I know," I said jiving him, "I'm your new porcelain doll." We both laughed and Tony said, "I can see Antonio is having his effects on you." He then told me that the guy that he had gone to Reno to see wouldn't know art if someone took a statue of David and shoved it up his ass; so he had decided to cut his trip short. He was flying out tonight but he wasn't coming home. He was heading back to Philadelphia and I was to meet him there. My heart sank. I didn't want to go back there. "Why do I have to go?" I asked but before he could answer there was a knock on the door. I relayed that to Tony and he said, "Put me on speaker and let him in. That should be William." William entered with a large gift-wrapped box and handed it to me. I laid it on my bed and listened as Tony talked with him. "Good evening William. Were you able to get the item I requested?" "It is in the possession of the young master as we speak, Sir," William answered. "And the other arrangement?" Tony posed. "All taken care of as requested, Sir," he relied, "Madame Bolognia wishes to take master Kevin out to dinner before he departs." "That's fine, William. Thank you." "You are most welcome, Sir," William answered and immediately left the room. Tony told me to open the package. Inside was a replica airplane. He explained that it was called a Japanese Zero and asked if I knew why he had chosen it as a gift for me. I was a little sad when I replied. I hoped I was wrong but I had heard it so many times from my mom. "Because I'm a zero," I choked. "Heavens no!" Tony boomed and then lowered his tone, "A zero is nothing. I gave it to you to remind you that you have nothing to worry about. I understand that you met with Millstone. He has set a few things up for us in Philadelphia. If all goes well, by the time we leave there you will never have to go back again. If that is still what you want." "I still don't see why I have to go," I pouted "I know," Tony answered, "But we have to get your mother to agree to let you go... officially. I know it will be hard for you but if you want to really be apart of this family it is something that has to be done. Are you up to it?" "I'll try," I answered, "But this scares me more than anything. What if she says no and makes me stay? I know she'll beat the shit of me then. I know it!" I was near tears at this point. I hadn't known it until then but I was less afraid of being on the streets than I was of going back home to my mom. I buzzed for William after I finished going over details with Tony on how we were to play things in Philly. William arrived and I explained that I didn't know what to wear or pack for the trip. He said that he understood completely and that he would pick out a few things for me to chose from; and then pack my bags for me. I explained that I would like to learn how to pack my bags if he wouldn't mind showing me. We picked out five changes of clothes: three causal and two dress. I chose blue pants, a white shirt and a V neck sweater for the trip. After I was all packed and dressed, William asked, "Will there be anything else, Sir?" I hugged him and said, "Thank you so much for helping me." William stood there like a statue and I realized I probably wasn't supposed to be hugging him. I stepped back and said, "I'm sorry. Thanks though." "You are very welcome," William said turning to leave but he stopped at the door and turned back to me. "If I may be so bold, Sir," he began as I looked up at him, "It is a pleasure to serve such a well manner gentleman as yourself, master Kevin." It was the first time I had seen him smile and it made me feel like I had done something right. Marie and Antonio were waiting in the library, chatting, when I finally came downstairs. "So little one," Marie chimed, "What would you like for dinner?" There was only one thing I could think of that I really did want. "Pizza," I said. Marie looked shocked and Antonio busted into hysterics. "That's a good one, Kev," he laughed, "I couldn't have done better myself!" "That will be enough Antonio," Marie said and then to me, "Wouldn't you prefer something a little more special?" "Come on mom," Antonio beamed, "The kid wants pizza. Then pizza it should be. Besides, it's going to be a blast watching you eat with your fingers!" I did get pizza but it wasn't the type of place I was use to. I thought we would go to one of those places with the red and white checkerboard table clothes. No way! This place had white linen tablecloths and they made me wear a suit jacket. It was really good pizza though. Mine had shrimp and pesto on it. I hadn't had it before but Antonio told me if I liked shrimp I had to try it. I even got to have a glass of wine with it! The best part of dinner was that Antonio had been right about Marie. He and I picked the pizza up with our hands and ate it but she used a knife and fork. Antonio kept poking me and nodding at her, which made me giggle. James then drove us to the airport. We checked in and that was when I told them that I had never been on a plane before. They told me I didn't have to worry because James, the driver, was going with me. Antonio would drive Marie back to the house so that Tony and I would have a driver in Philadelphia. It had all been arranged. I held on to Marie for longer than I should, I know, but I just didn't want to leave. Finally she knelt down and whispered, "Do me proud, little one. Behave as a true Bolognia." I kissed her lightly on the cheek and told her that I loved her. I knew, because of what she said, I would be brave and not do anything to make her ashamed of me. No matter what happened. Send comments to: tom_cup@hotmail.com