Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2012 19:42:34 -0400 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Trap Chapter 17 The Trap Chapter 17 As usual, Rider was waiting for Colby to come in after a long day as a red-hot delivery boy delivering piping-hot pizzas. The door was unlocked. Living in a beach house in a small town by the seaside in Jersey, they rarely locked the door. They sometimes had the occasional St. Patrick's Day partier stumble in unannounced, in a drunken stupor, and once in a while, Tom, the local beach bum, could be found in the kitchen, scavenging for something to eat in the (usually empty) pantry. But it was a safe place with two beefy studs to keep watch, so there really wasn't any need to keep the lock down. So as Colby trudged up the steps of the beach house and placed a hand on the doorknob, all he had to do was give it a twist and he was inside the house. When he entered, he was met by a sight that got his heart pounding. Standing before him was Rider dressed in only a jock and one oven mitt. The hand with the oven mitt was holding an apple pie with steam piping out of the cracks at the top. "Welcome home, bud!" said Rider, grinning from ear to ear. A single bead of sweat trickled down the cleft in Rider's chest and made its way underneath the waistband of the tight white jock. Colby suppressed a laugh. "What? No whip cream on your nipples?" "I thought about that," Rider admitted, "but since I never know when you're going to be home, I didn't want the carpet and couch covered with melted cool whip." "Um... and is that an apple pie you're holding in your hands!" Colby closed the door and ran to the pie, which he snatched away from Rider's hand like a free man grabs on to his release papers. "Your favorite." Rider felt a little neglected as Colby reached for the pie. There he was, looking hotter than ever, and Colby had eyes only for that carefully-kneaded pie crust. He wished he was that pie. "So you don't care if I get fat?" Colby asked. "I mean, with all the extra coronary explosion pizzas I eat, and this apple pie... it's only a matter of time." Rider walked over and grabbed on to Colby's firm, but beefy ass through the blue fabric of his Dickies. "I have no complaints right now," he said. "Since you started working at the pizza place, you've been filling out these pants like you were born to wear them. Your ass looks so damn good right now..." "Yeah, I know. But I'm still curious about how you had time to make a pie..." "Yeah, about that," Rider began, looking around. "Let me guess, you just inherited a hundred zillion dollars and the first thing you did was buy us the biggest beach front property in the Hamptons? ...and the second thing you did was come home and bake a pie? Please say that's what it is." "Um... No, my friend." "You finally decided to get a maid and she made the pie?" "Colby, this isn't your palace in California. We're never getting a maid, bud." "Alright," said Colby, shrugging. "What is it?" "I bribed my boss into giving me a week-long vacation. We're going to Vermont, baby!" "Vermont..." Colby pondered. "What the hell is in Vermont???" "We will be soon, my dude," said Rider. "And to commemorate our trip, I have a present upstairs. But give me five minutes. It's a little drafty wearing only this jock." Five minutes, and half an apple pie, later, Rider came down dressed head to toe in something warm and fuzzy. Colby covered his eyes with his one free hand. "Dude," he began, "don't tell me your a... FURRY?" "A what?" asked Rider. "No. It's a Batman snuggie." "A Batman snuggie?" "Yep. A Batman snuggie, and damn comfortable, too. Your Superman snuggie is upstairs. We can take them to Vermont with us, to keep warm." Colby walked up to Rider and ran his hand over the snuggie, feeling Rider's ripped pecs and arms under the polyester. His hands traveled up to the bat ears and tugged on them. "But I wanna be Batman..." "Sorry, Colby. The man that buys the snuggies gets to divvy up the superheroes, kay?" "Kay." "And Batman is sure gonna enjoy sticking it to Superman after all these years." "You mean," Colby corrected, "Superman is going to enjoy exploring Batman's uncharted territories in his batcave. There, fixed it for you." "Whatever," Rider said. "Just get your sexy butt upstairs and start packing because we leave for Vermont in the morning!" The road from Vermont to Jersey was long and arduous, at least for Rider, who had to suffer through Colby's horrific driving. It was strange. As Colby's past as a spoiled Princeton rich kid grew further and further distant in their lives and experiences, Rider had the occasional reminder of Colby's origins. This time, in his inability to drive in a straight line down the highway. "You know," Rider said once, "if you keep changing lanes like this, we're either gonna hit someone, or get pulled over by the cops." "I wouldn't mind getting pulled over by the cops." Rider sighed. "Why did I even bring it up? Did you remember to pack your Superman snuggie?" "Yeppers. Did you remember to lube your ass for when Superman fucks the bejeezus out of Batman later?" "Um... just shut up and drive." It was not long before exits off of the road grew few and far between, and the occasional farm house in New York gave way to evergreen forests clustered along the road. "Welcome to Vermont," red a sign they passed as they drove along. "It looks like we're almost there," said Rider. "Now after we get off on exit 13, don't forget to make a left at the maple syrup factory." "Gotcha, boss." Once they made the key turn off the road at the maple syrup factory, the bed and breakfast that Rider had chosen for their getaway was only six or seven miles up the road, in a secluded valley in the woods. When Colby ground the car to a stop, Rider leapt out and nearly kissed the ground and prayed to the heavens for their getting to their destination in one piece. "My driving couldn't have been that bad," said Colby. "Next time, I'm driving," said Rider. "That's all I'm gonna say about it." "Welcome to Happy Endings Bed and Breakfast," said a voice as the two young men entered the Swiss cabin style edifice. "My name is Chet, how may I service you today? Erm... I mean, how may I be of service today?" "Hi, Chet," said Rider, happily slapping the counter behind which Chet stood. "I'm Rider and this here is Colby and we have a reservation!" Chet nodded and pulled out the black and white covered guestbook. "Let's see," he said, as he perused its dog-eared pages. "Yes, I see you both listed here. You wanted five hot and steamy nights in the J. Edgar Hoover Suite, am I right?" "Yes," Rider agreed. "The Hoover Special. That comes with a free midnight buffet, doesn't it?" "It does," said Chet, his voice beginning to trail off. "But I'm sorry to say that we have a problem. It appears that we double-booked this suite and it is currently occupied, but only for the next two days. After that, it's yours." "Are you kidding me?" asked Rider, face turning red. "I already paid! I want my money back!" "Not to worry, sir," said Chet, smoothing his blond hair away from his face. "I am prepared to offer you something even better than the Hoover special." "Really?" asked Colby. "No, nothing like that, sir," said Chet. "I can offer you a private cabin with two bedrooms, great room, kitchen, sauna, jacuzzi, and maid service until the Hoover Suite is free. It is the least we can do considering this terrible mixup." "I guess we'll have to take it," said Rider. "Doesn't sound so bad," said Colby. "I am even prepared to offer you a wide range of free DVDs for the two of you to enjoy during your time in the cabin." Chet reached under the counter and pulled out a stack of DVDs. "Let us see," he began. "I have 'Slutty Starship II: Keeping The Milky Way Milky.' I also have 'Resistance Is Futile: Sexy Cyborgs of the Crab Nebula', 'Tom, Dick, and Hairy Take Saturn' and 'Frost/Nixon'." "Frost/Nixon!" Rider exclaimed. "We'll take that. You have to see it, Colby. My band always watches it when we're on the road. It's Jonah Hammersmith's favorite movie." "Alright." "Here's your key," said Chet. "Oh, and I forgot to mention that you will be sharing the cabin with someone." "You've got to be kidding me," said Rider. "First the J. Edgar Hoover Suite that I paid for is taken, and now you're telling me that we have to share our 'private cabin' with someone?" "Yessir. I'm sorry." "Well, who is it?" Colby asked. "It looks like you'll be sharing the cabin with a... let's see... Hugh Janus. Professor Hugh Janus." "Hugh Janus?" Rider inquired. "Did you say HUGH JANUS?" asked Colby. "Yes," Chet replied. "That's Professor Hugh Janus. He's from Harvard, but he occasionally teaches at the local community college." They met Professor Janus outside the cabin, which lay about a hundred feet away from the main house of Happy Endings Bed and Breakfast, behind a cluster of trees. "Wow, this place is really secluded," said Colby as they approached. He noted that there was a log burning in the fireplace through a window, but otherwise the inside of the cabin appeared dark. "Yes, it is rather secluded, isn't it?" said a man who suddenly appeared on the porch. "Hi," the man continued, extending his hand. "I'm Professor Janus." "Hugh Janus?" asked Rider, taking the hand that was offered. "Yes, Hugh Janus," firmly shaking Rider's hand. "Wow, are you the two that I am sharing the cabin with? I can't believe my luck." The professor eyed Rider, wearing a tight-fitting black polo shirt, up and down. "Forgive me for saying so, but you're a very handsome young man." "Um... thanks," said Rider, blushing a little. Rider eyed up the professor the way he had been eyed. Hugh Janus was a strongly built man who appeared to be in his 40s. He looked more like a personal trainer than a professor and his chin was covered with a couple days worth of dark brown stubble. "It's just, I'm a little taken aback," the professor added. Colby sighed and said, "I'm gonna bring the bags inside." "Take aback by me?" asked Rider. "Gee, thanks." "Gee???" asked Colby as he walked in with the bags. Entering the spacious cabin, Colby found a large room in the back that overlooked a babbling brook; he claimed this for himself and Rider by ruffling the blankets and tossing the bags on top of the bed. He suddenly felt very tired and so he took off his sweater, leaving him only in a black wifebeater. He looked at himself in the mirror. "I'm looking pretty good," he thought to himself. "Hopefully this Janus dude will stay in his room so I can fuck Rider to smithereens in my Superman snuggie." Wondering what was taking Rider so long, Colby walked into the living room, where the fireplace was, and laid himself down on the couch. He thought he heard something move behind him, but figured it was just his mind playing tricks after so many hours of driving on a long and monotonous road. Colby sat up, transfixed by the fire. Suddenly, he heard: "You're looking good." Instantly recognizing the voice, Colby stood up and assumed a defensive posture, brandishing a pillow. "What the fuck?" "C'mon, you can't be that surprised," Arun offered. "You knew I would show up eventually." "Like the Kracken rearing its ugly head..." "That's not very nice, bro." "Well, frankly, I don't think I have any reason to be nice to you. You did frame me and deprive me of my patrimony, you know." " 'Patrimony'? Wow, look who decided to pick up a book." "Fuck you, Arun!" yelled Colby. He shook his head. "get the fuck out, man." "Colby, chill, bro," said Arun. He had been sitting in a chair in a dark corner of the room, but he began a slow steady walk toward Colby, standing beside the couch. "Just admit that you're a little happy to see me." Colby wanted to say "No way, fuck you!" but he would always have a soft spot for Arun and those big brown eyes, and there was a part of him that was glad to see him. Colby looked down an he saw that he already had a boner. "Fuck!" he whispered. Arun walked closer. "I have so much to tell you, man." "I don't wanna hear it." "It's about Gruder." "I don't..." "Me and one of the other interns got some major dirt on Gruder." "Really, I don't wanna..." "Gruder's a fraud. A complete fake." Before Colby knew it, Arun was standing only a few inches away from him. He could feel the heat emanating from his body. "His real name is Dirk Wangenbusch and he's actually 75 years old!" "What?" "It's true," said Arun. "He used to be a substitute teacher, but he was fired for sticking his wang all over the student body at his high school. Male and female students. After getting kicked out of the school district, he changed his name to Gruder an financed an education at Harvard Business School by blackmailing the family of one of his students. That was more than thirty years ago. Then he made his way to Bangkok..." "Arun," Colby said, shaking his head. "I don't wanna hear this." "But this is just what we need to get Gruder... I mean, Wangenbusch... off the board!" Arun shouted. "Don't tell me you don't wanna ditch that shitty town in Jersey and go back to California. Don't lie, bro. Don't lie." "Arun, I don't," Colby lied. Arun placed an arm on Colby's chest. He felt his heart beat. "We can do this, buddy. We can do it together." Before either of them knew what was happening, their faces were leaning in toward one another. Arun's dense chest was rubbing against Colby's meaty pecs. "Fuck, what's happening," he said as his lips leaned closer and closer to Arun's. "Don't fight it," Arun whispered. "Come back with me." "I... I can't." Their lips touched. A breeze fanned the flame burning in the fireplace as the door to the cabin swung open. The sound of keys hitting the hardwood floor of the cabin echoed across the cabin. "Colby, what the fuck is going on?" asked Rider, face turning pale. "What do we have here?" asked Dr. Janus, with a wide grin now settled on his face. "Studs, studs, and more studs." "Oh shit," Colby whispered, pushing Arun away. "This isn't good." [TO BE CONTINUED] [There's more to come, guys. Thanks for the support and don't forget to e-mail me with comments and corrections. Also: http://robotsinmasquerade.blogspot.com. Later, guys.]