Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2014 08:43:06 -0500 From: T.CHASE MCPHEE Subject: FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ ?TWiSTs oF FATe!? 08 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in any state (21yo in Alabama, Mississippi, Wyoming, Nebraska), or in most countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Following, pages of this story contain `adult material', intended for an `adult audience'. Bypass this warning at your own risk. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. Hey dudes, if you have enjoyed reading NiFTy stories as much as I have, over the years, consider adding some support for `internet $pace'. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ^o^ Concluding remarks ~ reading this story could make you stiff or gooey, so I would suggest not reading it at work... just sayin'! :) % FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `TWiSTs oF FATe!' 08 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^o^ % "Well, I think that went rather well?" Jay's chin wound up over Evan's shoulder, smooshing his face into the cushion behind his back. However, Jay's mind wasn't on his bod crushed against Evan's chest, but rather Jared's voice ringing in his ears! "Oh hi," Jay turns his head towards his brother, gulping out of fear, "Jared." Holding a tray of goodies, Jared knew Jay was nervous, but as Roy had schooled him, he acted like nothing was amiss, except the fact Jay was slowly slipping down, knees to the floor, much like a man getting ready to gulp down cock. "Anyone up for a snack?" Roy, right behind with hands clutching 4 mugs of hot chocolate, says, "Really, Ev? If you two are going to engage in something, can you take it to the bedroom?" "Uh, yeah... sure, dad," Evan knew it wasn't going to happen! However, Jared lost his edge when Jay's knees couldn't support himself and began to slip under the wheelchair, like a horse being backed into a corral, "Look at the mess you've gotten yourself into," he says, slamming the tray onto a table, running for the chair. Like he didn't have a care, Roy says, "Keep practicing Jay. You'll get better at it." In the kitchen, after Roy lecturing Jared, Jared, having no one to answer to, felt he had to have someone to answer to. Being that Roy was over 10 years older than him, he chose to promise he would lighten up on Jay and try to allow him to be more independent. Joking, Roy says, "Hmm, would more authentic if you were on you knees?" At the time, Roy claimed he was saying things for Jay's benefit, but little did he know he was falling for Jared. Evan slips, "Yeah... and dad's got a big one!" Right now though, Jared, catching himself and ready to spew out words of response to Jay's `crazy' act of self-preservation, just moves the chair out of the way, saying, "Well, you better figure out something bro, or it's no cookies and hot cocoa for you!" Turning around, which made Jared face away from both boys and towards Roy, he made a face, exhaling with his bottom lip out, which made the stream of air ruffle his hair. Roy smiles back, which was a sign of `you did good!' Getting Roy's vote of approval, Jared picks up a cookie, bites off a chip, saying, "Mm-mm, these are good. You make them?" Holding on, for almost dear life, Jay's hands clutched Evan's shorts. However this didn't work very well, on account of it only served the purpose of pulling Evan's shorts down! Roy jokes, "Oh, do you boys want your privacy?" Jared, crunching on a cookie, jokes, "Oh no, Roy. I'm sure Jay isn't trying to get Evan's shorts off, because he doesn't suck cock!" Roy stopped 1 second before asking, `how would you know?', but knew it common, someone close to a person, could hold such knowledge. Instead speaks his mind, "Good to know, since Evan's a glorified cocksucker!" Father and son exchange sassy remarks, a war of tongues stuck out! Evan took it in stride, "Thanks for saving Jay the trouble of finding out, dad!" Jay, who couldn't hold onto Evan's shorts, slid right down onto the floor and with an elbow able to crutch-up his head, says, with malice, "Are you a top or bottom, Roy, because Jared likes to fuck!" "Is that so, Jared?" Roy plays along. Since they were all being mean, rotten and nasty to each other, Jared says, "Yeah and I like to fuck rough and hard too," said in a ghastly tone, followed by sweet repose, "I hope you don't mind?" "Not sure. Why don't we go try?" Jared wanted to help Jay out, pick him up and place him on the sofa, but two things were driving him in another direction; wanting to help and wanting to help Roy out! "Hey, Jare, aren't you going to help me?" Jay says, when Jared goes to follow Roy out of the room. Turning back, Jared shuns, "Eh, you don't need my help!" Both boys are silent for seconds, Jay saying, "I can't believe he went away and left me here!" "All I know is my dad makes the best chocolate chip cookies and my mouth is watering for one!" His will made Evan work to the good, ejecting himself off the sofa. As he knew he could do, he waddles himself like a snake across the floor and reaches up to the table. "Oh shit!" he says when his arm brings the whole baking pan of cookies down onto the floor. "Now you've gone and done it!" Jay expected, any minute, Jared to come running. But he didn't! "If you want some, you're going to have to come and get it, Jay?" Evan chomped away. "Ewe! You're eating off the floor!" "I know, but like my dad always says, you've got to eat a ton of dirt before you die!" Evan replies, giggling. "Like oh my god! That's what I say!" Jay says, excited because they can relate! "Then get over here before I eat all the dirt!" "If you say so," Jay replies. Finding out, Jay, wasn't as agile as Evan and because he had jeans on, compare to shorts, clinging to his hips. Probably, if he could feel down there, he'd sense the wedgie he was giving himself! Cookies didn't seem so important, Evan looking over his shoulder, finally turning over onto his back, coaxing Jay, "C'mon! You almost got it," though a little disappointed pants were sticking to his torso like glue, that maybe he could have been getting a little view of ass-crack, which made Evan lick his lips, knowing it wasn't the chips! "Trying my best," Jay says. It was baby steps, compared to Evan's clawing and slip-sliding, Jay finally making it there, "Either I'm way out of shape," he gasps for breaths, "or this is the way it's supposed to be." "Are you asking me or telling me?" Reaching for Evan's arm, to pull himself the last inch, Jay says, "Whichever way you want to take it, Ev?" "Okay," Evan sips some cocoa, washing down chewed up cookie, "I'll tell ya straight. You're way out of shape. The good side? If Jesse is getting a therapist, like he promised, there's hope for you!" "Hope? I think I'm going to need more than that!" Not because Evan felt obligated to say it, "I'll be there with you all the way." "I wish I could say the same for you?" "Hey, I got an idea!" Evan says, setting his cocoa mug down. "What?" Jay notes the excitement in his voice. "Wait till I find my phone. Oh wait. I don't have Jesse's number. Where's your phone?" Then Jay gets it, reaching a hand in under his own dead weight, "You think Jesse has gotten a guy for us yet?" he searches pockets. "He said we were going to be his top priority, didn't he?" "Yup," Jay says, giving his cell to Evan. Taking it, Evan turns it back to Jay, "Maybe you should talk with Jesse. You know him better?" "Okay," Jay accepts it, searching contacts, dialing. Answering and after a few questions, ones Evan would have asked Jesse himself, he smiles, hearing Jay blaming, "What Jesse? But you said you were making us your priority?" Jay didn't care if Jesse heard him tell Evan, "He said he `forgot' about us, would you believe?" Evan gets a kick out of Jay talking to Jesse once again, like he was a big boss over the guy, who obviously is much older than the two of them. Disconnecting, he asks, "So, what's up?" Even thought they had `words', Jay is smiling. Trying to read his mind, Evan says, "He's got a therapist to train with us?" "Nope, but he had someone there with him. I could hear the `slurps!'" "That dude he picked up on the beach?" "Could be," Jay says. More important, Jay was feeling something of his own, saying. "Hey, do you think you can fool around with me again?" It was a tough life, a disabled dude trying to find an up and about guy to play around with. Both knowing how it could be and having each other on the same page, Evan says, "I'd like that." Much were the same words, Roy leading Jared into the kitchen to check on the last batch of cookies. After pulling the baking pan from the oven, Roy said they would need cooling off before they could be munched down. Jared used it as a lead in, "You're not gonna let me cool off before you eat me, are you?" "Of course not!" Roy had hoped things would progress to this. "Oh wait," Jared had second thoughts. "Wait about Jay?" "I don't think they can get into very much trouble." "But Jay? We left him on the floor," Jared is still worried. "That's how Evan learned to get along on his own, by being by himself." "Don't take this the wrong way, but wouldn't that be called `parental neglect'?" Roy enlightens him, "Tell you the truth, it was Evan's idea. He `wanted' me to leave him alone, said he would be fine. And guess what?" "What?" "He was fine. More than fine," Roy laughs, coaxing Jared off to the bedroom. "What's so funny?" "Evan had experimented being out of his chair. When he had to go tinkle, he said he tried getting back in, but couldn't. When he couldn't get back in his chair, he tried dragging himself to the toilet. He didn't make it." Showing an ugly look on his face, Jared raises the question, "He pissed himself?" Signifying affirmative, Roy replies, "He said it wasn't too bad, except that the piss started to get cold. When I got home I had to help him shower off. Other than that, no damage done!" "Oh," Jared realizes it, "you went out and left him alone?" "Oh course. You should try it sometime with Jay. I'm sure," Roy says with confidence, "if Evan is with them, he will be able to figure out things he could do for himself, which he didn't even think about." "Maybe," Jared says. Entering the bedroom, Roy turns the lamp on next to the bed, "Trust me. The more Jay can do for himself the better it will be for him and `you!'" Concluding, Roy realizes he still has on his baking apron, saying as he undoes the bow in the back, "Oh, I should have left this in the kitchen." "Need some help with it?" Roy had fidgeted with it, untied the bow with no sweat, but quickly reties it, "Yeah. I think it's in a knot!" Jared was able to untie it easy enough, but while at the task, checked out Roy's ass, asking, "What are you up for?" "Me?" Roy rolling the apron up in a ball, "I'm already `up'. How about you?" Weaving his arms in, around Roy's tummy, pressing up against Roy's ass, Jared says, "Guess!" With his little `shove', Roy made out like it was a royal push, collapsing his bod over the bed, "Oh, you're so rough, Jared!" "You ain't seen nothin' yet!" Jared replies, unbuckling his belt. Roy looks up, straight to the blank wall, upon hearing Jared unbuckle, "And so noisy!" Jared giggles, says, "I wondered if you got the hint!" Oh Roy got it, rolling over onto his back. Unlike Jared, starting from the bottom, up, Roy strips off his tee shirt, saying, "I hope, like your brother, you like bears!" "Fronts are nice," Jared toys, "but I rather take to liking the view from the rear," he fondles his own briefs! "Why not let me help with that!" He knew it would rock Jared's boat, reaching up, grabbing right at the briefs, which Roy used as leverage to bring Jared down to his level. Once there, Roy goes rough on his own terms, flipping Jared over onto his back, tearing briefs along with his hand, sliding down thighs. "My god, you don't mess around, do you?" Jared calls out, surrendering to Roy's fast hands, making light work out of a task which could have been taken slower. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" it sent shivers up and down Jared's whole bod, Roy's mouth going right over his big shaft. "Oh nice," Jared gulps, "real nice!" he couldn't help but say, feeling not only lips, but tongue doing some inside work, around the head, up and down the barrel. Hands were no exception, one handling his balls, the other tweaking up a nip! Not only did Roy prove to be a great cocksucker, but equally agile at stripping down to nothingness, while tenderly and continually keeping Jared's meat hot. Then, with sudden abandon, Roy comes up for air, "How am I doing?" Impaling Roy's mouth back onto his pole, Jared says, "Don't worry. I'll let you know when you can come up for air!" They were at it for close to twenty minutes, when Jared says, "Okay, that's good!" Pulling off and leaning off the bed, Roy says, "It's not good anymore?" "No... I mean yes... Lay down." Confused, Roy says, "I thought you liked..." `it' became lost, Roy looking up and seeing Jared frenetically begin to stroke his long, thick shaft. He couldn't say it wasn't erotic, which is why his hand was on his own cock. True to what he was thinking, Jared made all kinds of animal sounds when his fountain started to flow, casting squirts of white goo down on his chest and stomach. Soon after, while Jared squeezed out the remainders, Roy came. He was very surprised when Jared, done before him, lay down between his legs. Recalling years before, Jared had never bottomed for anyone, except Jay, which is why it wasn't so repulsive to do for another man what he would do for his own brother, lie down on the bed, fitting his bod in between thighs and as Jay liked to have him do, suck on a cock which hadn't quite finished letting off steam. "Really?" Roy says, surprised himself that Jared was inching his way up, swatting his hand out of the way and sinking his mouth down over him, which made him say, "Might just build up for another round!" He said it in kidding around, but given under ten minutes, Roy was shooting off again! Meanwhile, downstairs, Jay and Evan hadn't even gotten close. Unable to get it on too much, they took to swapping stories and adventures. However, they weren't oblivious to sounds about the house, which they could pretty much guess, from Jared wailing like a banshee, he had come. With silence and a few minutes interval, Evan laughs, "That's gotta be my dad!" "Hey! Want to get back in your chair?" Evan poses what seems the impossible. "Yeah, right," Jay returns with sarcasm, "in your dreams!" "Have you ever tried," the sarcasm catching on, "moron?" As Jared, or Jesse, or Jake would reply, Jay finds himself doing likewise, "No." "If you want to change, you've got to think about doing." "What happens if I do and I fall on my ass?" "Fortunately for us, we won't feel it," Evan laughs his ass off! "Yeah, right," Jay carried on with the attitude, "like when we break something in the process!" Evan delivers an ultimatum, "Are you going to try this or not?" "Anything, to get you to shut the fuck up!" It made Evan smile, to become Jay's scapegoat! "What do I do?" "Exactly what I do," even though Evan knew Jay most likely would not be able to duplicate efforts. Bringing his chair over to the sofa, he puts it right up to the cushions. Judging for distance, he looks at it `mathematically'. "You didn't tell me you were a scientist?" Jay says. "Shut up, I'm thinking!" Jay hushed and watched. It was kind of fun watching Evan move around without any clothes on, the nice shag of hair on his chest, swath from his navel on down, filled in around his lanky cock and nuts, which had a nice `hang' to them... "Whoa!" He wasn't paying attention, not to what Evan was doing, missing half of the gesture which sent him flying backwards and like a NASA landing, his butt hit the seat of the chair perfectly. "Your turn!" "I don't think I can do it." Evan lays into him, "Don't be a moron. Of course you can't, if you think you can't?" "I know. Like I said, I can't do it!" Using some psychology, Evan says, "Great, you're going to let Jared come in and see you like this, then have to pick you up off the floor?" "If that's the way it's gotta be?" "Oh, so you plan on having Jared around for the rest of your life? Don't you think Jared has the right to get a life of his own?" "What about your dad?" Jay tries turning the tables. "I'm a lot better than I used to be," Evan tells, enunciating, "because I `tried'." Jay says, "That's good for you, but I'm more worser off than you are and..." "And you accept yourself the way you are. Fine. I'll go tell Jared," Evan rubs it in, "to come pick your ass up off the floor!" Delaying his actions, Evan made his way halfway to the kitchen and listened, like waiting for church mice to come out of hiding. He smiled, hearing what he thought to be Jay, scraping himself over the floor surface. It helped the flooring was tiled and not rug. He thought about it, biting a lip, if it were a rug, his cock for sure would have gotten something akin to rope burn! Then he heard the sound which sparked his mind, Jay's chair in motion. Instead of remaining still, he moved towards the den, but hung outside the opening. He was so proud of Jay, hearing grunts, groans and the occasional explicative. He knew Jay was close hearing almost a whisper, "1... 2... 3!" It's then his own response kicked in, "Oh shit!" hearing a loud crash! It was loud. Really loud. So loud it woke the two lovers out of bed. However, Evan was there before his father or Jared, because he was almost on the spot. "Shit, Jay!" At least he had made the effort, which for Evan, was an easy save. Jumping into action, he says, "Hold on. I'll be right there!" "Like fuckin' do something! I can't hold on much longer," Jay shouts, knowing if his ass hit the floor, fragments of glass would become one with his flesh! It was a matter of rolling over broken glass, which could have been the product of anything, the cocoa mugs, glass coffee table or the busted screen of the Tv, which apparently Jay's chair had flung into. Regardless, Evan did it, because he `had' to do it. He wasn't going to let Jay down. Jay's chair was in the way, but Evan could push it out of their perimeter. "I'm almost there," he pushed as hard as he could on both wheels of his chair, yelling, "Sorry!" For a few seconds there, Jay wondered, `Sorry for what?', when Evan could not help but punch Jay in the butt with his knees, yelling, "Okay, let go!" Letting go, Evan grabs him around the waist, pulling him so Jay sat on his lap. The thing he was unable to do is latch on the brakes, which repeated Jay's first mishap. It didn't matter though. Objects in the way of Jay's chair had already been demolished. "What's happening here?" Roy asks. Terror swept through Jared, "Oh my god, Jay!" He was about to run across the room, Roy grabbing Jared around the waist, "Hold on there... bare feet?" If Jared had been wearing clothes, it's likely Roy would have grabbed onto his shirt. But barenaked, only a wrestler's grab was feasible. "Oh," is all Jared says, looking down at the glass-littered floor. Still with a hold on Jared, Roy says, "Let them come to us." Evan says, "Hold on Jay and don't let go, no matter what!" "Just take it easy," Jay said. But it wasn't an easy go. Roy tells Jared, "You watch them. I'll be right back." Running upstairs, Roy grabbed his sneakers and while he was at it, their briefs which were strewn here and there. He realizes Jared's briefs were a little `wet.' Back downstairs, he pocketed Jared's briefs in his stomach, saying, "Here," and then stepped into his own, followed by leaning against the wall to put his feet into sneakers. "Just hold on guys," Jared he coaches. He tried to remember some things Roy had told him, one thing, if he over reacted, Jay would probably do the same. Remain calm and things would go along without provocation. "We're holding on," Jay says. Holding on for dear life, is what it felt like. If he slid off of Evan's lap, it would be messy. However, it wasn't all rosy for Evan, because a place in which he turned the wheel of the chair, a lodged piece of glass caught him on the palm, "Owch!" Holding his hand up in front of himself, was really in front of Jay, who reports, "Oh my god, we're bleeding!" As he says it, Roy is on his way, "I'll have you out of there in a second. Right now, Jared's mind is on Jay, but also Roy, venturing onto slippery, broken glass to rescue not only his own son, but his brother. To boot, he grabs Jay under the pits and walks him back to where Jared stands. Taking him, Jared lays Jay down on the floor in the next room. First thing out of Evan's mouth is, "Dad, please don't be mad at us?" Getting a bit anxious, Jay starts to cry, saying, "It's all my fault. I tried to do something and failed royally." Figuring this was a good time for Jared and Jay to be alone, Roy says, "I'm taking Evan to get cleaned up." Instead of lecturing Jay, Jared chose to sit down on the floor, holding Jay in his arms like a wounded soldier, "How can I get angry at you for doing something to help yourself?" "Really?" Jay replies. He had absolutely `nothing' to wipe Jay's nose, his tears or the sweat build up on his bod and knew Roy would scream at him, but took the thin linen curtain and gave it a hefty tug, saying a mild, "Owch," when the thin curtain rod came down and bounced off his shoulder. He went right to work wiping Jay's face, blotting his chest, "I'm not sure what went on, but whatever did, you tried and maybe next time..." Jay sulked, "There isn't gonna be a next time." "Well, there better be, because if you think I'm going to be around the rest of your life, to have you pee down my back on the way to the toliet, you've got another thing coming!" "Why? Are you planning on leaving me?" "Not right away," Jared didn't want to upset Jay. "Maybe in ten years!" "I could be dead." "We all could be," Jared replies, "but until then, lets try to make the best of things. Did you forget Jesse is going to get a therapist to help you and Evan workout?" "Yeah, right, our good friend Jesse!" Jay says with attitude. "I talked to Jesse today. It slipped his mind. That's how important Evan and me are, and you call him your best friend?!" He wasn't saying anything to Jay now, but this fact alone got his blood boiling. Not exactly the fact they were really close friends, that Jared was giving Jesse a heap of responsibility, but that in essence, Jesse had done Jay wrong! Roy came back to say, which interrupts Jared's thinking, "Evan is soaking comfortably in the tub." "You left him alone?" Jared is terrified! "Calm down. He knows not to let go of the bar until I come back." "Oh," Jared says, calming down considerably. Over a period of hours, he's not only discovered Roy hot in bed, but also a good soul, out for the good of not only himself, which has spawned trust in what he says and does. Though Jared is reluctant to surrender all of his thinking, "One of these days I think Jay will be able to bathe himself, but right now I think we better help him? I mean, one incident per night is the limit for me." Both help Jay up the stairs, Jared doing all the talking, "Looks like I owe you a new Tv and coffee table." Jay says, "Don't forget 2 cocoa mugs." "Oh goody," Roy says lightheartedly, "I was thinking of getting a new cocoa mugs, but couldn't afford it!" Entering the tub area, Jared says, "Looks like you didn't do your math right, Roy, one tub and two guys?" "Ah, but there's a method to my madness!" Jared smirks when Roy instructs Evan to split his legs, which he does with hands under his thighs. No reason to doubt this would work out, Jared goes along, helping Roy to lower Jay into the tub. Evan jokes, "You guys can come in too. Plenty of room for more!" "I hardly doubt that," Jared remarks, but far as he could see, Roy was right on target with Jay slipping in, his butt seated right up to Evan's cock and balls, Evan letting go of the bar, placing them around Jay's middle. It just so happens, Evan's palms seemed to cup Jay's pecs, "How are you feeling, boyfriend?" he tries out the new namesake. "We're boyfriends?" Jay exclaims, trying to turn his head, but more interested in Evan's thumbs rotating over his pecs in a certain location! Jared asks, "Since when did this happen?" Standing there with his hands on hips, Roy thought Jared looked so adorable in only briefs. He even said something relative, "I'd sure like to have a boyfriend like you!" "Yeah!" Evan roots for him, "Go dad!" Jay joins in, "Yeah! Go dad! I think!" "Wait! What do I call Jared?" Evan dwells on it. "How about Jared?" Jared tells him. "Yeah, moron!" Jay elbows Evan. "Of course!" Evan replies, getting even, pinching Jay's nips! "Easy boys," Roy warns, "the tub is not a place to fool around in." "Mm-mm," Jared sneaks up behind Roy, weaving hands in and like his son has done, gives Roy's nips a tweaking. "Too bad my dad isn't your real dad," Evan tells Jay, still lightly massaging his nips to the tune of Jay's coos. "Why?" "Then I could say, `like father, like son'!" "That's corny as hell, moron!" "Good, then go tweak yourself!" Of course, Jared and Roy couldn't leave the room. One of them could, but both chose to stay around for the antics. How `well' the two in the tub were getting along. Then again, Roy was slowly reigniting the flame. "Hey guys," Jay says, "wanna get a room?" Hinting, Evan tries out the new calling of the two, "Hey dad and Jared, my fingers are all wrinkled!" Roy nicely reprimands, "You're supposed to be holding Jay up!" "Oops!" However, Jay is quick to say, "I don't need his arms. My legs are like, locked in place. No way are we going to slip down." It was a mystery to Jared. Supposedly, with the loss of action in the legs, they would cave in, knees floating upwards, which would send Jay and Evan zooming down towards the drain end of the tub. "That's not how it's supposed to work," Jared kneels down and with a hand to Jay's chest, lifts a leg at the knee." "Haven't felt that in a long time," Jay laughs. For a moment there, past memories flooded Jared's mind. Only one other person in the world knew of Jared and Jay having a bromance, Jake, and they knew, unless under perhaps some intense cock and ball torture, he would not reveal a thing. After looking up a Roy, a second's glance to him and then towards Evan, he hoped his gestures did not reveal anything. It was Jay who saved him from any explanation he felt he had to give in response to his brother's remark, "Hey, look!" "Lemme see! What?" Evan says, once again wrapping his arms around Jay's middle, his chin sitting on Jay's shoulder. "Jare, he pulled my leg up and it went back down into place!" "I think it's called `buoyancy'," Evan says. "Oh shucks, really?" Jay had hoped for more. Roy took command, "Okay you guys, out. Jay first. Evan, grab the bar." With a little more drag, Jay wet, they hauled him out of the water. Since this was the first time two had handled Jay, he lost his `footing', Roy yelling out, "I got him!" Jared, seeing Jay in no danger, says, "Oh, don't you two make a cute couple!" "Great," Roy says with a snarly attitude. "Why don't you get `your' boyfriend out of the tub and we'll waltz them into the bedroom?" It took some doing, drying off with towels. Enough drama for one day, Jared dressed Jay in boxer shorts and a tee shirt. With humor, Jay remarks, "I'm jealous," watching Roy supervise Evan, getting into his own clothes. "I hope you're taking notes, Jared," Roy says. "Trust me, I'm not going to play nursemaid to my brother for the rest of my life!" Though, if he had to, Jared would give up all the amenities life had to offer, including a full blown relationship. Thinking on just that, Roy came to mind, maybe not having to give up everything at the drop of the hat. "Great, you guys are all set to go!" Roy says. "Go to bed that is!" "But it's not even 7 o'clock!" Evan complains. "You two go to bed, while we clean up the mess you made!" Jared smiles, Roy behaving like a drill sergeant! "Yes, sir," Evan salutes his dad. Jay replicates it, turning to Jared, "For real, bro?" "While we're in Roy's house, we follow his rules!" Jared responds. "Fine." However, it wasn't Roy's bedroom they were to stay in, Jared and Roy ferrying them across the hall to Evan's room. Coming out, they hear a knock at the front door. Opening it, Jared is the one to welcome, "Joseph?" "I'm returning your mutt!" "Thor!" Jared says. However, when Joseph lets loose of the leash, Thor takes off, making a beeline for Evan's room. "How did he know?" Jared says, barely petting Thor's coat as he rushes by. "I didn't know you had a dog?" Roy says. "Yeah. I hope it's okay?" "Fine," Roy says, still eyeing up Joseph. "Well, you going to introduce me to your new bear-friend and invite me in for a beer?" Joseph closes the door behind him. Before they gingerly walked down the stairs, Jared wanted to look in on the boys. The scene was remarkable. Whereas the two looked like they were ready to crash, Thor had brought new vigor into their very lives, Jay saying, "Thor smells!" "Joseph!" Jared yells over the balcony. "What?" he looks up. Signature dress, leather vest, dark chest hair making it look like Joseph wore a black tee shirt and the adorable face, Jared couldn't bring himself to yell and scream, taming his response towards Thor's condition, "Has Thor been drinking?" "A little, but only as a sedative. He was worried about Jay, you know?" "Okay," is all Jared said, rolling his eyes. "What'd he say?" Jay asks, Jared returning. "Thor fell off the wagon!" Evan had some nice, smelly cologne, from A&F, which helped to sweeten up Thor. Most of all, he became the focal point of their playing around. Finding the boys contented with throwing a balled up pair of socks, Thor running off steam retrieving it, he didn't see how they could get into any trouble. "Then again," he thought, closing the door behind them... "We saved you a beer," Joseph says, handing one to Jared as he came down the stairs. "What happened to your chaps?" Jared asks, taking the bottle. Roy informs him, "With us so `casually' dressed, Joseph thought of himself as overdressed!" "I hope you don't mind?" Joseph says, smiling at Jared. "Why should I mind?" Jared replies, a hand reaching down to fondle the leather panties! "Anytime one of you guys want to jump in and take care of it?" "How about something to eat, Joseph?" Roy asks. "I thought I smelled chocolate," Joseph replies. "Hey, you get the sewing channel on cable?" "Sewing?" Roy questions. Adamant, but nicely, Joseph renders, "Yeah, you got a problem with it?" "Not one," Roy says, looking to Jared. Jared says daintily, "Joseph is into embroidery. Embroidered his own curtains!" "Oh really? I'd like to see them sometime!" Roy says. "Great," Jared says, "you two talk threads and I'll go make a phone call." With Roy and Jared only clad in tight-fitting briefs, Joseph says, watching Jared walk away, "What a fine ass!" Sweetly, Roy tells him, "I think you're fine yourself, Joseph and I get the impression you and Jared are very good friends?" "For years," Joseph quips. "That's nice, but if I catch your hands, tongue or cock on that ass, you might stand to lose some of your faculties!" he pats Joseph on the ass. "Yikes!" Joseph exclaims. Showing Joseph he was being nice about it, Roy laughs. "As long as I don't lose my virginity!" Joseph says. Shocked to walk in upon the Tv busted, among other things, Joseph is a little bent out of shape he's going to miss the latest segment of `Embroidery with Ken', "C'mon. I can't miss this!" Still on the phone, with no idea of Joseph's intentions, Roy yells in the room, "We're going to find Ken!" Joseph jumps into his chaps, Roy hustling to get some clothes fit to his bod. After stopping off at the boys' room, silent, they head out. Jared had ducked out into an all-purpose room, laundry and changing, a transition room from the house to the pool. On his cell, he was ready to nicely tell Jesse off. However, as soon as Jesse said `Hi', Jared couldn't get a word in, Jesse telling him about the new PT hired for `Warrior One', that is, if Jared approved. "You want to bring him over now?" Jared asks. In conclusion, Jesse was bringing the perspective candidate over, which meant Jared had to hustle to get into something decent! With a light jog, Jared hustled upstairs to the only place he knew held `clothing', in general. Tearing into Roy's dressers, he held up the first tee shirt he could find, "Geesh!" he studies it. Used to wearing designer, a typical navy blue tee, a pocket in place of a famous maker's logo made him toss it back. Pot luck brought him another, with again, no Quiksilver, nor Elements, nor even a Nike logo. Only the `chic' pocket. However, with time wasting away he hadn't much choice. With putting it on, slimming it down his sleek abs, Jared realizes, "Oh shit!" his and Jay's belongings, everything they owned, except Thor, were incarcerated in the house falling apart, which immediately Jared began cursing out Zach Zoon, wondering if he knew. He was thrown into a fit of panic when the doorbell rings, releasing another explicative as he dashed to the closet. This time he hadn't time to play fashion model, grabbing the first pair of jeans, "Well, at least..." as Jared jumped into them, zipped up, he found he and Roy must be the same size. Though, it felt a little tight at the crotch! Opening the door, he was greeted by Jesse saying, "So much for the phone call, Jared. Thanks for keeping us waiting," he led another guy inside. After Jared greets, "You must be Thomas." "Tom Tucker," the new guy on the scene introduces himself, giving Jared a hearty handshake. In apology, Jared says, "You'll have to forgive Jesse's atrocious manners. Normally he's not this much of a shithead." Jesse who had walked in, checked out the atmosphere, had descended the stairs, yells up the stairway, "I heard that Jared. Just remember, I owe you one." While Jesse spoke, Tom was listening, but Jared wasn't, his attention drawn to the Aussie-accented stud in front of him. Turning, Tom kind of had the feeling he was being checked out, saying, "So, do I pass the test?" "Test?" Jared asks innocently. Smiling, Tom doesn't mess around, gets to the point, "Yeah, do I have a nice ass?" Jared's jaw dropped open, thinking `how did he know?' Taking the liberty to do so, Tom smiles, says, "Jesse was right, mate, you are as handsome as a movie actor!" Right off, Jared knows he knows, "Jesse told you I was gay?" "No," Tom replies with a shrug of the shoulders, "`you' told me!" "What? How?" Jared trips over his words. Very butch acting, Tom says, "It doesn't matter. I'm gay and you're gay, but let's not allow that to get in the way of our business dealings." "Holy shit, Jared!" Jesse calls up the stairs. "Did you and your new boyfriend have a fight already?" Tom rushes down the stairs, Jared thinking only of the room Jay and Evan trashed. Halfway down, he hears the front door opening and unlike a few minutes ago, Thor barking. Joseph, walking in with Roy, yells, first at Thor to go lay down and then, "Hey Jared, guess who I found while out on the prowl?" With foot on the next step down, Jared's hands put the brakes on his descent, turning around, curiosity making him rush back up, "Who?" "Jared, my faithful disciple!" Accepting the handshake, tight hug, Jared asks, "How much of a donation do you want this time, Pastor Mark?" he fills the clergyman's ear. "Oh, just a little to tide us over for the summer," Mark switches right into, "have you got any beer?" Suddenly, Jared is the only one left in the upstairs foyer. Downstairs, Roy takes the liberty of handing bottles of beer out of the fridge. Pastor Mark has to get the name of the handsome stranger, whom he stands next to, "What's your name, stud?" Thinking the pastor a little cocky, not sure what to make of him, Tom asks, "My name's Tom Tucker. Should I call you father?" `Wrong,' Joseph thinks right off, joking, "You can call me `daddy,' if you're into what I'm into!" Pastor Mark answers, "Joseph's into the whips and chains thing, but underneath all that hair, he's really an embroidery expert, so don't let the handcuffs hanging from the rear belt and nipclamps falling out of his vest pocket fool you!" "Are you joking?" they watch Tom walk over to Joseph, yank the chain of clamps out of his vest pocket, "I can't get enough of these!" "Woof!" Joseph says, taking a guzzle. "However," Tom stashes the clamps back into Joseph's pocket, making sure he can feel underneath the vest, "I'd rather try them out on someone worthy of my talents!" he pats Joseph's hairy stomach. Turning to Jared, while the others chatted, Joseph says, "Oh man would I like to have him all alone in a dungeon!" "How about your bed for starters, Joseph?" "That could work for me too!" It wasn't much of an interview, all the men together cleaning up glass and fixing up the den as best they could. Jared asks, "I thought you two went out to find a Tv?" Right off, Joseph says, "We were, but forgot to take your credit card with us!" "Oh, is that all I am to you?" Jared pouts. Roy walks over, throws his arms around Jared's neck and cuddles with him, "Of course that's not true, Jared!" If he didn't feel it before, maybe partially, Jared was feeling it now, the warm disposition two guys feel when they share a closeness of private intimacy. More than this, Jared didn't want this to be an instant moment, but with the others to visit with, "To be continued?" he kisses Roy back. "Of course!" Roy returns. Well, as Jared finds out, Pastor Mark's endeavor to secure funds is not for the hungry, nor the poor, but for starting up a crafts club at the church. He speculates a large turn out of youths, with nothing much to do during the summer but to get into trouble! "In order for it to be successful, we need to attract people," Pastor Mark says, loosening his working `collar', removing it and unbuttoning his cloak down to his bellyhole. Joseph says, "Which is going to cost more than a few nickels and dimes." Sitting back in cushy sofa, Roy's arm over his shoulder, Jared gathers both arms into himself, "Just tell me the bottom line?" Sort of a conspiracy had gathered forces, before they walked in the front door, Pastor Mark passing the responsibility off to Joseph, Joseph handing it to Roy, "Just a mere 2 grand," he looks up towards Jared. "For threads and needles?" Jared gasps. Joseph says, "Sewing curtains and doillies ain't gonna cut it, Jared. We need to do stuff like how to build stuff and keep it in good working order." "What are you going to build... the Titanic?" Jesse, who's about to inherit the program at Warrior One, states, "You have to have it all down on paper." "Right," Jared looks to Jesse, like `he said something right', "Let me see how the program looks and then I'll see how much I should let you soak me for!" "Cheapwad!" Joseph says to his good, loyal friend. "And what are you doing with your millions you've been sitting on for years, Joseph?" "For your information," Joseph departs with information, meant only for him and the preacher, "I am matching funds from the amount you give." "Oh," Jared says, uttering a controlled, "well, that's nice." "It is," Roy agrees, "and even though I don't have a big cash flow right now, I'd be happy to donate twenty-five or fifty bucks." "That goes for me too," Jesse offers. Opening his wallet, smacking $10 down, Tom says, "Soon as I start running up a paycheck I'll add to that." Suddenly feeling awful, that it seemed like they had to pry Jared's strongbox open, he surprises them all, "I'm donating $5,000 and that's my final bid." "That's it?" Joseph kids around. "Where's your matching grant?" Jared says to him. "I'm good for it," Joseph replies. They could get mad at each other. They could fuss and fight over issues, but in the end, when it's time to say goodnight, they part as friends, Jared and Joseph hugging, kissing, bidding each a good journey until they happen upon each other again. On their way out, Jared had the opinion Jessie and Tom weren't headed in separate directions, as Pastor Mark, his clothes loosely fitted, saying he was going to check in with a parishioner. "What a bunch, huh?" Jared asks Roy. "Hey, they cleaned up my den. Who could ask for anything more?" Roy swats Jared in the ass. It's happened before, the light tap to the ass cheeks, which Jared takes for granted, Roy's `way'. About to take the first step down, they thought the rest of their evening, from midnight on, would be quiet, serene. Instead, it wasn't only Thor whom needed to take a piss! % Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee `FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.