Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 18:32:11 -0500 From: Jon Bennett Subject: Nick and Jonathan series A new beginning part 8 Thanks as always to all who have written. For some reason, part 8 came out quicker then I thought. Sounds like my sex life. :) Comments as always... stonewolf@angelfire.com www.stormloader.com/articwolf Chapter ONE: After a typical Bermudan early lunch of Bermuda Fish Chowder and seafood salad, Nick and Jonathan went back to their cottage to change for the flight up to Boston. "You know," said Nick. "As I recall you kinda freaked out the manager of the A&F store there" "Yup" said Jonathan. "I plan to do it again too" "This should be interesting" said Nick. As they finished changing they walked out the door to find Danny and Jeff waiting for them. "How many of you are coming with us?" asked Jonathan. "The two of us and three others" said Danny. "Full house" said Jonathan. "We are going to stick out like a sore thumb" "Can't be helped. You know that" said Danny. "If you have some free time on the flight, I want to talk to you about a couple of things I would like to have done" "OK" said Jonathan. "Whenever" On their way out they met Brandon at the door. "Laptop is on board. The hotel is expecting you this evening. I told them you would be spending the night. It looks like the forecast is for snow ." "OK thanks" said Jonathan. "I'll see you tomorrow. Don't go and get into any trouble" "In Bermuda?" asked Brandon laughing. "Be serious. Only place I'm going is the beach and the Rum Swizzle Inn" They filed out and into the taxi for the short ride to the airport. After stopping in at customs, they boarded the Gulfstream V. Captain Hendrickson was already final checking the plane. "We are cleared for immediate take off if you want" said the Captain. "I can probably catch a tail wind and get us there in about an hour and 45 minutes" "Rock and roll" said Jonathan, sitting down. Nick sat across from him and the security crew buckled in on the couches in the back. Soon the jet was rotating into the sky and turning Northward. "Man, look at that water" said Nick. As they looked out the many shades of blue and green seemed to mingle. "It is beautiful" said Jonathan. Once the plane leveled out, Jonathan went forward to the bar and brought back a bottle of champagne. He poured out two glasses and handed one to Nick. "You know" said Nick. "You have totally spoiled me. I used to drink Miller or Bud back in college" "Well. for your info" said Jonathan. "This is $250 dollars a bottle. You do the math on how many cases of Bud that would buy" "Better buzz anyway" said Nick, laughing. It was a quiet trip up. Danny came forward after a while. "You got some time?" he asked. "Sure, what's on your mind that is probably going to ruin my day?" asked Jonathan, half smiling half serious. "No big deal" said Danny. "I wanted to tell you about an idea I had. I checked it out with Boeing and Captain Hendrickson. Both said no problem, so I wanted to get your approval." "I get the feeling this is going to cost me money" said Jonathan. "A bit" said Danny. He opened his laptop and turned it to face Jonathan and Nick. Calling up a program he went over it in detail. "I want to have Boeing remodel the back 50 feet of cargo space and install two locking grapples for the two hummers. Until we can get a handle on things properly, I would like them to be with us. They are armored and bulletproofed. According to the people who know, we are running almost 25 tons light anyway, so it is no big deal on weight. The Captain assures me that properly placed, they will have no bearing on flights." "How much?" asked Jonathan, intrigued by the idea. "Well, they need to place a motorized ramp in the back, and the brackets and stuff, make it airtight and such." said Danny. "Time frame and cost" asked Jonathan again. "About two weeks and about two hundred thousand" replied Danny. Jonathan stared out the window of the jet. The jet was cruising at 34,000 feet and maneuvering around some storm clouds. Lightening could be seen in top of one. The money wasn't a concern for him. The time frame was however. After a brief debate with himself he decided. "OK" said Jonathan. "When?" "Depends on you" said Danny. "Whenever you decide to settle down long enough in one place you won't need the 747, we can have it flown out to California and the work done." "OK" said Jonathan. "Coordinate it with Brandon. Nick has to be in Geneva next week but we can take the Gulfstream or fly over on Swissair" "Thanks" said Danny getting up. "I can't wait to see you drive a hummer in Boston traffic" said Jonathan to Nick. "What traffic?" he replied. "At three tons plus armor, I'll just run everything over" "Hmm" replied Jonathan frowning. About the time he was going to give Nick a lecture about Boston traffic, one of the stewards approached them with a tray. Anthony had packed them a snack which was presented to them. Thinly sliced roast beef served on fresh sourdough rolls with horseradish. It was served with a salad. "I swear Anthony has made it his goal in life to make me fat" said Jonathan. "From what I have heard you got kinda thin after I was killed" said Nick in between bites. "Yeah, lost about 15 pounds I guess" said Jonathan. "But it is all back now." "I noticed" said Nick. "Fuckin wiseass" said Jonathan. "Yup" said Nick. "You know you love every bit of my ass too" "Oh yeah" said Jonathan. "I was just thinking about doing something to it too." Nick looked across the table at Jonathan. "What did you have in mind?" Jonathan got up from eating, and held his hand out to Nick. "Why don't you come on back and find out" "Works for me" said Nick. The two went to the back of the plane. Pushing Nick down on the bed, Jonathan pulled down Nick's sweats. Not wearing any underwear, Nick's hard 8.5" shaft throbbed in anticipation. Jonathan quickly swallowed it all while slowly working a finger into Nick's hairy hole. "Oh man" said Nick thrashing on the bed. "That is so awesome... don't stop man" Jonathan slowly teased Nick's shaft with the tip of his tounge. He reared up off the bed arching his back in pleasure. "Take me man" said Nick. Jonathan stood up and undressed quickly. Lifting Nick's legs over his shoulders, he slowly penetrated him. Starting to push in and out both were lost in the sensations. All too soon, they both felt the signals of what was about to happen. Neither one could say who was the loudest, but both arrived at orgasms at the same time, each shooting large thick loads... Jonathan collapsed onto Nick. As his breathing returned to normal, he kissed Nick, pulling his tongue into his own mouth. Nick responded and the two lay there for a while, quietly kissing. . "I'm so glad you are back in my life babe" said Jonathan. "I am too man" said Nick. The two took a quick shower and redressed. Going up front, they finished the sandwiches just as Captain Hendrickson announced they were on final approach to Logan International. Chapter TWO: After landing and taxiing to General Aviation, Danny opened the doors and looked down to find a limo and two of his company's people standing next to it. They nodded to him Jonathan and Nick came down from the plane and into the back of the waiting limo along with Danny and Jeff.. A second car was behind them with the three other agents. One of the two agents who met them acted as the driver, with the other heading back to their Boston offices. "Where to?" asked Danny. "Marketplace" said Jonathan, "Shopping time" Coming out of the tunnels and making a turn they soon arrived near the marketplace. Jonathan once again felt happy to be home. For him, the marketplace was somewhere he could be a kid. The marketplace was not too crowded so they blended in fairly well, considering they were traveling in a pack of seven. From store to store they wandered, sometime buying, sometimes just looking. Jonathan selected several things he liked for artwork and had them sent to the hotel to the suite. Nick found some matching rings which he bought for the two of them. After cruising through the central building and eating more, they emerge with coffee from Starbucks and headed towards the A&F building. They walked into the alcove, leaving their coffee with two of the agents who remained outside. As they walked in, the manager looked up at them. Something clicked in his head. "Oh shit, not again" he muttered to himself. He walked over to Jonathan. "Good afternoon sir" "Hi" said Jonathan. "Nick needs some clothes, can you help?" "Of course sir" he replied. It was obvious to him that they were a couple. Way too good looking a couple he thought.. "What did you have in mind?" Jonathan opened his wallet and took out the Ebony card. "Pretty much whatever you got in color and style" "All right" he said, taking the card. "Party time. After you sir" Nick went off in search of this and that. Jonathan watched with an amused look on his face. He didn't know which was funnier. Nick in his own element or the three store clerks trying to keep up with him. Two hours later and three very exhausted clerks later he was finished. Nick took a three of the 31 bags with him. The manager graciously accepted the 100 dollar bill from Jonathan to have the rest delivered to the Gulfstream V at the airport that evening. "That was fun" said Nick. "Can we do it again tomorrow?" Chapter Three: Nick and Jonathan walked through the front doors of the hotel. As if on cue, the concierge came over to them with a bellman and a cart. They were quickly relived of their parcels and coats. While the bellman delivered the bags and stuff to the suite, Nick and Jonathan wandered over to the lobby bar. The concierge personally took their orders and went over to the bar. The barman looked over at the two of them with a small look of terror. He brought the drinks over himself. "Welcome home" he said to Nick and Jonathan. It was clear that everyone in the hotel knew of Nick's-their owners death- but not his resurrection. "Thanks" said Nick. Clearly he was enjoying this. "Remind me to cut off your allowance" said Jonathan smirking. "Never" said Nick. The two chatted and watched people for a while. Paul Owens, the General Manager came over to see them, welcoming them back. He gave Jonathan the keys to the suite. "All of the renovations are finally complete." he said. "You made the renovation company and architects very happy" "I bet so" said Jonathan. "It's good to see you again." "You too" replied the GM. He glanced over at Nick and realized who exactly it was. "Back Bay has many magical powers, but you are dead" "Not quite" said Nick. "It's a long story. I apologize for any problems my death caused you or the hotel. It was something that had to be done at the time." "I'm not sure I understand or want to, but I'm very glad you are back with us" he replied. After saying a few more minutes, he left them. Jonathan finished his drink and stood. Nick got up with him. The five bodyguards took their cue and stood as one from various points around the bar and lobby. It was all too obvious to any onlooker that Nick and Jonathan were quietly surrounded by these grim looking young men. After a quick elevator ride to the top floor they got off and were struck by the beauty of the renovations. What had once been a whole corridor of rooms was now a lobby done in dark pine. Thick wall to wall carpeting covered the floor. Artwork adorned the walls. The lobby centered by the elevators, was some fifty by thirty in space. A fountain bubbled happily in the center of it. Down one end of it was a corridor leading to 12 smaller suites of various sizes. Across the way were the double doors, ceiling to floor. On the door, was a bronze plaque. What was once the Presidential Suite, was now the "Owner's Suite" Danny opened the door for them. Jonathan was stunned into silence at the beauty of the place. Nick equally could not do anything but stare. Where walls once had been, they were knocked out to make a single room of over 12,000 square feet. Wooden columns rose fifteen feet in height to the carved wooden paneled ceiling throughout the room. Close to ten million had been spent to remodel the space into a 18th century colonial style room. Thick rugs of gold, red and brown covered parts of the wooden floor. Interspersed throughout the wooden floor were sections of marble and stone. One whole wall had been redone to make it solid glass, ceiling to floor. It over looked all of Back Bay. On another wall, some 30 feet in length was ceiling to floor bookshelves, stocked. A rolling ladder was attached to allow access to the upper shelves. Different couches and chairs were scattered tastefully about the suite. The grand fireplace took up half of the last wall. Almost ten feet in height and easily 8 feet wide it was reminiscent of a castle fireplace. Which as it turns out was where it came from. Towards the back of the room was a room within a room without walls. A large dining room table was there with 12 chairs surrounding it. Nearby was a long mahogany bar and stools for 12. A single double door was at the other end of the suite. This led to the bedroom. The room itself was over 2000 square feet. It was obvious the whole floor had been ripped open to the guts and remodeled to make these rooms. After the tour of the place, Danny and Jeff left them to their own devices. "Wow" was all that Jonathan could say. Nick equally subdued agreed. "I could get lost in here" The two walked around for a while admiring their new home in Boston. They held hands as they walked., There was a knock at the door. Knowing that only they and the staff had access to the floor, he called whoever into the room. A steward from the company entered. Jonathan recognized him as part of his South Carolina staff. "Hi Kevin" he said walking across the expanse. "What are you doing up here" "We got the word that you were going to be selling the South Carolina property and I jumped at the chance to come up here" he replied. "Cool. Welcome" said Jonathan, shaking his hand. "What's doing?" "It's starting to snow. Thought I would lay a fire for you" "Great thanks. "said Jonathan. Kevin lay out the fire and soon had a cheery fire going. He left them with plenty of firewood for the evening in a large basket next to the fireplace. After getting their order for dinner, he departed leaving them alone. "How many people are here man?" asked Nick. "I'm not really sure" said Jonathan, coming around behind Nick and wrapping his arms around him. "I think somewhere around 20 or so." "That's a lot of people on staff isn't it?" asked Nick, as he felt himself becoming aroused at Jonathan's touch. "Not really" said Jonathan kissing the back of Nick's neck. 'They all live here in the hotel on the floor below this one, are cleared by security and have their own access point." "Seems to me that you have your own ideas on access at the moment" said Nick, feeling Jonathan's swelling cock. "Yeah I do" said Jonathan. "How about we break in the bed" Chapter Four: "Where did all your money come from" asked Nick. They were cuddled up in front of the fireplace Earlier on they had made furious love after Nick had modeled some of the underwear he had gotten at the A&F store. Nick had been strutting around in a snug pair of briefs, with an obvious hard on, his muscles standing in stark relief. Teasing Jonathan time and time again, the two finally fell into bed, each eager for the sexual relief that was churning within them. Now, sitting in front of the fireplace, each wore a heavy terry cloth robe, that had been monogrammed and presented to them earlier as a welcome gift from the hotel staff. The room was gently lit with over 50 candles. The only other source of light in the room came from the giant fireplace. Nick was lying up against Jonathan on the oversized couch. They shared a single crystal snifter of Grand Mariner. Jonathan's hand was idly playing with Nick's hairless nut sack under the robe. Both were in a lazy mood after having dinner while watching the sunset over the city. "It's kind of a long story" said Jonathan, taking a sip of the liquor and passing the snifter back to Nick. "Please tell me" Nick asked. "I inherited about six hundred million from my parents when they died. That was what was left after the taxes and all the bullshit" said Jonathan, pausing to take a sip from the snifter. He seemed to have a far off look in his eyes. "About a year later, I began a search for an investment broker. I knew that I could exist off of a hundred million really comfortably for the rest of my life. After a seven month search, background checks and legal checks and what not, I found an investment shooter. From everything I could find out about him, he was in the "game" for the love of it, not the money. He was approached through my attorneys, never letting on just how much or who he would be dealing with. After another month of negotiations, we met. I told him that he had five hundred million dollars to use, but that I would be his sole client. He took all of 30 seconds to answer yes. He invested it in a couple of internet stocks that skyrocked. five hundred million became over six billion dollars in less then two years." "Wow" said Nick, stretching out further against Jonathan. By now, Jonathan's hand had begun a slow stroking of Nick's fully erect cock. "Yeah" said Jonathan, putting down the snifter. He opened Nick's robe and started using his other hand to rub over Nick's chest and rock hard abs. "Jason is still with me. He is the Chief Financial Officer for the company." Nick's breathing was becoming irregular. "I never asked you what.. what.. is the name of.. of ..of....OH GOD...." Suddenly out of control, Nick shuddered as his cock released volley after volley of cum into the air, landing on his naked torso. Jonathan kept up the slow rubbing of Nick's cock until it was once more limp in his hand. Nick could only lie there slowly recovering from the intense orgasm. "Now you were saying something?" asked Jonathan playfully, kissing him on the neck. "I said" said Nick, swallowing, his breath returning to normal. "What is the name of the company? You never told me." Stonewolf Enterprises" said Jonathan, releasing Nick to let him get up. Nick dropped the robe and walked into the bathroom. Coming back out after a few minutes from the bedroom, he was dressed in A&F flannel pants and Jonathan's favorite sweatshirt. "Nice choice of clothes" said Jonathan. Nick walked over to the ceiling to floor windows. Looking out over back bay the snow was gracefully falling making the city clean and white. "Hey Babe" he said softly, "Come here" Jonathan walked over and put his arms around Nick as he stood behind him. Together they watched the snow falling through the window. Neither felt a need to speak, each lost in the love and warmth they felt for each other. "How about we take a walk babe" Nick said. "I miss the snow" "OK sounds like fun" said Jonathan, kissing the back of Nick's neck. The two dressed and after calling Danny and telling them of the plans they walked out to the elevators. Danny, Jeff and two others were waiting. Walking out through the lobby, sounds of Celtic harps and flutes gently filled the lobby. "Nice touch on the music Nick" said Jonathan. "I thought you would like that" said Nick smiling. As they walked out of the front of the hotel, the paused to admire the street and Back Bay where they were. The street was adorned with gas lamps which gave off a warm glow against the gently falling snow. "This is so beautiful man" said Nick. "I can't believe we are actually in a city. It looks more like a colonial town." "Yeah," said Jonathan, wrapping his coat around him tighter. "Back Bay is bewitching and magical. It's really kind of magical to me since we were lying on a beach about 12 hours ago" As they started to walk down the street, one of the bricks in the hotel front wall seemingly shattered, scattering high velocity brick chips over them. Down through the stone and steel corridor of the gas lamp lit street came the rolling thunder of a rifle shot. "SNIPER" yelled Danny as he threw Jonathan to the pavement, already knowing he was too late.........