The shower felt great; and, while I was
relaxing under the water, I heard Derek come into the bathroom. I
called out, "Derek, you had better hang it on one of the towel
bars and not put it in the clothes hamper or it will mildew."
"We need a couple of more towel bars, Larry; there is only one here,"
said. "If we had a washing machine, it could be thrown in it
instead of being hung up to dry for your mother to wash."
"Maybe we need to get one, or do you think we should have a washing
machine and dryer installed when the remodeling is done?"
"Of course we should; we can't expect your mother to continue doing our
laundry. Another good reason is that I don't like the idea of
using a launderette," he answered.
"Me neither," I said, sticking my head out between the shower curtain
"We'll talk about some of the things we want after you finish
showering," he said.
Derek had made the bed while I was in the bathroom, and he had laid his
clothes out. Quickly slipping on my briefs, I laid out jeans and
a pullover next to his clothes before going into the
kitchen/living room where he
was waiting. I could smell the coffee he had said he was going to
make; and, when I entered the room, he was sitting at the table with
"I started to pour a mug for you, but I didn't know how long you would
be," he said, looking up from a yellow legal pad which lay in front of
"Just as well, D," I said as I walked toward the counter. "You
put in a little more sugar than I like in the last cup."
"I'll remember that," he replied, nonchalantly glancing up at me and
grinning, his eyes twinkling brightly.
"We still have a few things to learn about each other," I thought to
I poured the coffee and added a small amount of sugar.
"It really wasn't too bad, D; but I like the taste of the
coffee, especially early in the morning," I said, tasting the coffee
as I moved away from the counter to the table.
He was engrossed in what he was doing on the pad; and, as I sat down, I
asked, "Whatcha writing?"
"Just some ideas for remodeling the apartment, but we will still need
to call the architect that your dad told us about," he answered,
pushing the pad toward me.
"Mrs. Rowe," I replied as I set my mug down and pulled the pad in front
of me. "Her business card is on the dresser," I said, glancing
down at what he had drawn and his notations.
He had sketched out a rough floor plan of a separate living room, a
kitchen, a bedroom and a bath. The rooms appeared to be a little
larger than at present, but the big change that I noticed was the
change of the outside
stairs to the inside of the garage with a door to the stairs just
inside the garage.
"What do you think, got any ideas?" he asked.
"I like the layout and the way you have changed the stairs to the
inside of the garage instead of outside. Dad had a hot water
heater installed on that side of the garage when the apartment was
built for Paul, and we can have the washer and dryer installed
beneath the steps where they will be out of the way," I said, breathing
in deeply before asking, "One thing though, aren't the rooms larger
than they are now?"
"Yeah," he said excitedly, leaning over the table and pointing with his
finger as he spoke. "I was thinking that instead of a one car
garage, we could enlarge it to a double for your truck and your dad's
car. That way our apartment rooms could be made larger and both
vehicles would be inside out of the weather."
When he leaned back from the table, I could see the excitement in his
eyes and his chest expanding as he breathed excitedly, the large
pinkish-brown aureole around the dark nipple on each breast muscle more
"I don't think dad would mind that at all, Derek," I replied, quickly
looking down at the rough sketch. "He's always
fussed about my truck being outside, and he wanted to enlarge the
garage once before; but he didn't have the money to do it, at least not
then." I said, feeling his infectious excitement building as I
"We can do what he wanted, Larry; and, at the same time, Mom can tell
Mrs. Rowe what she would like done inside the house."
When I heard him call my mother 'Mom' instead of 'Aunt Edith,' I
up at him. He was smiling broadly, and the brilliant blue of his
eyes was shining. I wasn't going to mention it, but he must have
read my mind and said, "I know; I know that I called her 'Mom'
of 'Aunt Edith.' What the hell, your mother has been as much of a
mother to me as my own has, and I don't think she would mind if I
stopped calling her 'Aunt Edith', and I'll ask your father if I may
him 'Dad.' "
"I don't think either one of them will object, D," I said,
wishing the table was not between us so that I could take him in my
show him how I felt.
In any case, the point became moot when he jumped up and literally
lifted me from my chair, grabbing me in a rib-crushing bear hug and
pressing his lips to mine.
"Good Christ, D, remind me not to get you excited very often. My
ribs feel like they are broken," I exclaimed as our lips parted from a
kiss filled with love not passion.
"I can't help it, Larry," he exclaimed still excited. "I love
your mom and dad, and most of all I love you," he said without removing
his arms from around me.
I felt the pressure of his cock pressing against mine, and I knew if
we clung to each other much longer it would be quite a bit longer
did much of anything else. Placing a hand on each hard
bulging breast muscle, I leaned back in his arms unconsciously
intensifying the pressure on our hardening cocks pressed between us;
and, from the look in his eyes, I knew he was feeling the same
"Unh unh," I said reluctantly shaking my head and breathing in deeply
attempting to suppress the desire building in my loins. "Not
"Why not?" he growled huskily as he leaned forward nuzzling my nose
"Derek, please," I pleaded, reluctantly pushing against his
chest. "As much as I want you, there are other things we need to
be doing..., lots of other things."
Still holding me tightly, he seemed to be enjoying the feel of my
feeble struggles; and I could see, from the look in his eyes, that he
that if he held me a little longer my will
power to resist would melt and that I would succumb to the desires I
felt. I could see in his gleaming eyes that he was experiencing
the same desires I was. I could feel the rapid beat
of his heart pounding under my hands still pressing against his chest,
suddenly smiled, his brilliant white teeth flashing, as he laughed
aloud. "Logical Larry, where would I be if we hadn't met?" he
said, releasing me from the steely grip of his arms.
"I don't know the answer to that; but, if you continue to squeeze my
ribs like you do, I'm going to invest in a steel girdle for
self-protection," I said, feigning discomfort, and teasingly
exaggerating the grip of his arms around me.
"I'm sorry, Larry," he exclaimed in a concerned tone, placing his hand
gently on my forearm. "I didn't
mean to hurt you."
"You didn't, not really," I replied, inwardly elated at his
concern. "Come on; let's get dressed and get something to eat.
I'm starved, and that protein breakfast I had earlier won't hold me
until lunch," I said, dodging his playful punch at my shoulder.
"Jesus, me too, I didn't realize it until you just said it; but, at
least, you've had more to eat than I did," he said, playfully slapping
ass as we went into the bedroom.
When we came into the kitchen, Mother
was standing at the sink where
she usually was; and she looked over her
shoulder saying cheerfully, "Good morning, boys. I was wondering
if you were going to be here. Have you had your breakfast yet?"
No, Ma'am, not yet," we both said in unison, glancing at each
other and grinning.
"Well then, Lawrence, both of you sit down while I fix your
breakfast and don't tell me you have things to do. Nothing
as important as a good breakfast; and, unless I am badly mistaken, the
two of you have only had coffee," she said authoritatively, her tone
indicating she would not brook any excuses.
"But, Mom," I started to wail in a plaintive tone, stopping when she
gave me a withering
look and said, "No buts, young man, sit."
Derek gave me a sheepish grin as he sat down, his eyes twinkling in
amusement at my dilemma. As for me, I knew from experience that
any further protests would lead to a harsher rebuke; and I sat as
instructed. Mother was not to be crossed when her mind was
Mom prepared ham and eggs with toast while we drank the orange juice
she had set before us. Derek glanced up at me every now and then
as we ate in silence under Mom's watchful eye from across the table
where she sat sipping her coffee.
I hated to admit that I was hungry, but I was; and, from the way Derek
wolfing his food down, I could see he too was hungry. I grinned
his earlier remark about not having as much to eat as I had.
"Now then," Mom said as we pushed our empty plates to the side and
finished drinking the tall glasses of milk she had poured. "What was so
important that it could not wait until after breakfast?"
Derek hesitated, glanced at me and said,
"I don't guess it is all that important, Mom; but we need, or rather we
want, to call Mrs. Rowe, the architect that Larry's boss recommended;
we can see whether or not she would be interested in the remodeling
We sat quietly, looking back and forth at each other and then
Mother. I thought I detected a misting in her eyes from hearing
Derek call her 'Mom' instead of 'Aunt Edith.' For a moment, I
maybe it hadn't been such a good idea and that it had brought back
Paul when he and I had sat at the table talking with her much as we
were right now.
Derek must have thought the same thing for he reached across the table
and, taking her hands in his, said softly, "I hope you don't mind my
calling you 'Mom' instead of 'Aunt Edith.' "
The look in Mother's eyes was the same as I remembered when she looked
at Paul; and, breathing in deeply, I started to speak when she glanced
at me and, squeezing Derek's hands, said, "Of course I don't, Derek;
it's good to hear it."
"Sheesh," he exclaimed exhaling softly. "I was afraid that I had
brought back some bad memories."
"Oh, no!" she exclaimed, dabbing the corners of her eyes with a wadded
up napkin. "There are no bad memories, Son only good ones; and,
hearing you call me 'Mom' brings back the good ones."
"Great," I said exuberantly. "See, D, I told you she wouldn't mind."
"No, I don't, Lawrence; but, if I ever meet Derek's mother, I don't
think he should address me in that manner in front of her. After
all, she is his
"Only in name. She has never acted like a mother," Derek
said softly as he withdrew his hands, looking at Mom and me.
For a moment, a pall of sadness settled over us; and memories of
Derek's last night at home flashed in my memory. In an effort to
relieve the sadness, I took his hand in mine and said, "Your mother
did try to intercede for you the night that you called me, D. I
pleading with your father."
"Yeah, I remember that much," he replied, lifting his head, his icy
blue eyes glistening brightly through a veil of tears. "That was
a rough night, and there really wasn't very much she could have done."
"At least she tried," Mom said, slipping the wad of napkins into his
hand. "I'm sure she was upset at your father's actions, but when
a man is angry there is very little a woman can do to prevent it, and
what you must remember is that she tried."
"Mom's right, D," I said softly.
"I know she is," he answered. "But, it is kind of hard to forget much
"Of course it is," Mother replied. "It will take time, but I
am sure everything will work out for the best. Just give her
We then sat quietly talking about the
we were considering, and Mother had several good ideas about what she
would like to have done in the house although she protested Derek's
assuming the expense. Derek with his inestimable charm overcame
objections, and I could feel a bond developing between them. It
made me feel warm inside watching the way they looked at each other
and listening to them talking. Memories of Paul and the way he
could manipulate Mother when he wanted something flooded my memory;
and, for a brief moment, I felt a twinge of jealousy; but, when Derek
glanced up at me as we discussed the plans we had sketched out, I could
see a warmth in the depths of his eyes that washed away any feelings
other than those of the growing bond between us.
"Well," Mom said after listening to us and injecting her own
thoughts. "I should think you have quite a bit to do; but be sure
that you and Derek discuss your plans with your father, Lawrence."
"Yes, Ma'am," I answered glancing at Derek who was beaming. "We
"Good, it is always good to keep him in the loop when something of this
nature is being planned, although I doubt very much that he will have
objections," she said, winking almost impishly and smiling at us .
I knew, instinctively, that her opinions would be given the greatest
consideration by Dad and in all likelihood would prevail with only
"Why don't we call Mrs. Rowe, Larry, and see if we can arrange an
appointment to meet with her," Derek said, radiating enthusiasm.
"Why not!" I replied just as enthusiastically. "And, after we talk with
her, we can drive over to see Dad."
As we were getting up from the table, Mother turned and said, "I don't
know if it is such a good idea to be bothering your Father at work,
Derek and I looked at each other for a moment, hesitating at her
admonition, and then I said, "I don't think he will
mind, Mother. Mr. Carlson recommended Mrs. Rowe to Dad, and he
may not have mentioned it, but I'll bet Mr. Carlson was thinking about
materials for the job if things work out."
"Oh hush," she answered, feigning a tone of disgust as she
continued, "You men are always plotting something or the other."
"You wouldn't have it any other way," I said softly in answer to her
mocking but loving comment, as I glanced at Derek, nodding as we moved
up behind her and kissed her on both cheeks.
"Get on with you," she replied, shrugging her shoulders; but, not very
forcefully. "I have things to do besides sitting around and talking
with you two."
"Yes, Ma'am," we answered gleefully as we went into the living room to
call Mrs. Rowe.