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Previously: Every major media outlet in the country wanted an interview, I decided on Cathy Cook from TCN, and had a wonderful phone call with her. There was something about her, even though she was a Mainstream Media 'Journalist', I actually liked her...
"I've got to go, my Daughter is tapping her foot at me... May Eros bless your travels." She hung up. That was interesting, was her daughter one of Ganymede's? Time would tell. I saw Axel tapping his foot at me.
Chapter 6: Call Me by My Name
"You done? Haha, Andromeda 5's posted two new videos!! I wanted you to see them the same time I do!" He synced his iPad to the TV and hit play. The violist / singer popped on screen.
"Hi! I go by Orion in your galaxy. I just wanted to give a massive thank you to everyone. When I had the idea for this, I thought maybe a couple thousand views, maybe a dozen subscribers. But now with over a billion views between the two videos and over 115 million subscribers, I figured it was time to answer a few questions, none of the ones about who I actually am though. That'll happen in a month or two..."
He went on to introduce the other members of the band. Aries, First violin. Aquila, Second Violin. Draco on Cello. And Fred the Drummer. Saying they were all different aspects of his creator's personality. He explained the history of the Viola d'amore, and warned that he was going to be publishing Classical Music, in hopes of getting kids into it. He said due to viewer requests he opened a Patreon and would use the money on his channel, but would give most of it to charity, he didn't need the money.
I loved that he named each member after constellations, except the drummer, who oozed an 'I don't give a fuck' vibe. But what I found funny was Orion and Aries were mine and Hunter's call signs in 'Rangers', I wondered...
I could see that this kid was going to turn the entire music industry on it's head. He said he was working on a 72 instrument version of Vivaldi's Summer, but for now we'd have to settle for the quintet's version of 'King of Pain' by The Police. The next video started.
"There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday...
...I've stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain"
The editing was incredible, it flashed back and forth between the quintet in a sunny meadow and Orion singing shirtless in the rain, in black and white.
As he repeated the line 'I'll always be king of pain' time and again, tears streamed down his face, the tears were not obscured by the rain.
The song, once again moved us to tears. I felt the pain that no ten year old should ever have to endure.
"Dad... I'm not sure if they will be with us at Christmas, but I know we are going to be friends. Good friends. His name's Matthew, his dad's the guy Everett told you about..."
"Little Phoenix, we'll be together for Christmas, at least some years. I don't know how I know, but I do. Everett said his dad's the best Child Psychologist alive... I'm not sure he can do anything for you. But I want to let him try."
"Sure thing Dad. I'll tell him everything. But you're the only one that can fix me." I gave him a peck on the forehead.
"So, what should we give to Matthew's Patreon?"
"He said he doesn't need the money, and with that many subscribers he has the potential of bringing in millions a month. But I want to show him my support, could we give him $10 a month?"
"That works for me, but it's coming out of your allowance. Hehe... actually that's not a bad idea, you need to learn more about money, but we'll wait till were settled and I'll open an account at a local bank." I knew he understood money, he lived alone, on the streets for over a year, but it was different now.
"Ok! Cool!" He set up the Patreon app on his phone and I gave him my credit card. Hitting the submit button made him so happy.
We went to the kitchen and I walked him through the overnight pancake batter, he was getting really good. We put the batter in the fridge and went up for a bath. The hot bubbling water felt so good, we were both sore from the amount of walking we did. I gave him a nice underwater handjob then we got out and dried each other. I didn't need sex, but he needed a full body massage, something he absolutely loved, as did I.
I laid out one of the Goodnites mats, normally I'd slip his diaper on after I worked those magnificent globes, he was usually out by the time I finished his feet. I felt the mat was a simpler option. I straddled him and sat on his butt. I started in on his shoulders.
"Fuck Dylan, that feels amazing!" He would call me by my name every so often, I had recognized it as a very special thing. When he called me that, we were far beyond Father and Son, or simply lovers. I loved it, especially in moments like that. At Tammy's behest I took a few semesters of 'Therapeutic Massage' back in college. And was glad for it. Every boy I'd ever been with absolutely loved it, even Tigger. Like I've said, I love making boys feel good.
I worked my way down his back, cracking his spine in a few places, I slid back and started in on my favorite part, my lover's perfect bubble butt. I didn't get too close to his rosebud, this wasn't about eroticism. Though the feeling of his soft flesh under my hands was exquisite. I worked my way down his thighs and hamstrings, they were much tighter than usual, due to all the walking. His calves were like rocks.
"Oh Dylan, that's what I need..." I worked them much longer than usual and knew he was out by the time I even started on his feet. But I continued anyways, he needed it, and I wanted it. I'd always been a bit of a foot fetishist. In the early days of the internet I studied pedicure pretty hard, I wanted to suck Dad's toes, but the nasty rough skin turned me right the fuck off. Once I had his piggies nice and soft I could actually get him off just by sucking his toes!
Once finished I snuggled up next to Axel, diaper be damned, the sheets were protected. He had called me Dylan twice, and I needed my lover's naked body against mine. I drifted to dreamland.
Axel's arm was raised above his head by a man in a black and white striped top, I think Axel was twelvish. He was wearing a singlet that left literally nothing to the imagination. He had just won the State Wrestling Championship! Though I couldn't tell what State.
I awoke, once again to the sensations of my cock in Axel's mouth. Minutes later I came. He sat on top of me, I started fondling him.
"Dyl... Dad, I'm sorry, I know I peed all over you again, I wanted to lick you clean, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. So, I washed you with a warm washcloth before I started."
"Lust Monkey, don't feel you ever need to do that for me. The only reason I'm able to do it for you is because Eros has a twisted sense of humor, though I wouldn't change a thing. I'm the one that didn't put a Goodnite on you. I need coffee! And the overnight pancakes are ready! How bout a quick shower, then breakfast?"
"Thanks, I still love being called Lust Monkey! Da... Dylan... thank you. I love you... Pancakes!!!" He ran to the shower and actually started washing himself! I joined him and gave him a quickie, I thought about extending our stay, just so I could suck that thing for days on end...
We had breakfast, his mind was blown by the overnight pancakes, I had warned him. I topped up the batter with more flower and buttermilk, they'd be even better tomorrow morning. We dressed comfy casual, but we still dripped style in Luca's clothes, I put Axel's hair up, he stuck one of his pencils behind his ear, he looked like the coolest kid on earth, and in my eyes he was. In the lobby I stopped by Smithers's desk.
"Can you get me Clive's wife's number? I wanna take his family to Gibsons tomorrow night, and I don't want Clive to know."
"Ha! That is one of the sweetest things I've ever heard. I only really know Clive via reputation, he is the best Chauffeur in the city, and he takes a lot of shit from entitled rich assholes, pardon my French. If you didn't already have my deepest and most profound respect you do now. And if you will pardon my arrogance, as the best concierge in the city, that means a lot! ... I think we have his wife's number on file, as an emergency contact, but it will take a minute to dig up, I'll text it to you the second I find it. Enjoy your day." I grabbed his face and kissed him on each of his cheeks, in the tradition of the French. He broke character and had a hardy laugh. Axel and I went on our way.
We hopped in the limo after greeting Clive, he told us it would be about ten minutes, as usual coffee, pastries and mimosas were available. I grabbed some coffee, as did Axel, both our eyes went wide, it was fucken goooood! I hit the intercom.
"Clive? Where did this coffee come from? It's freeking amazing!"
"Brother in-law. He's got a small roastery in New City. I make it in a V60 at home."
"Can you grab be a pound of whole bean? This would be insane through an Aeropress!"
"Absolutely! And ya, it's even better through an Aeropress."
"Sweet!" My phone vibrated, it was Smithers with Clive's wife's number, we still had enough time, I dialed.
"I don't need no extended warranty on none of my cars! Whacha want!" I decided to fuck with her a bit, she was Clive's wife, she had to have a sense of humor.
"Daisy King! Congratulations you've won!!! Your prize package includes an all expenses paid dinner at Gibsons Steakhouse! ... Hehe! Sorry, couldn't help it. Hey, it's Dylan Martin..."
"Ha! You got me... Dylan? As in the dude Clive won't shut up 'bout? Best Client he's ever had? What's this 'bout Dinner?"
"I want to show him my appreciation and take your family to dinner Sunday night, but I want it to be a surprise. I'll cut him loose about five and have a limo pick you guys up at your house at seven, text me your address."
"You shitten me? That's his favorite restaurant, but we only go there on VARY special occasions! And a limo? He's gonna piss himself. Ha! Thank you. It's gonna mean the world to him. But I know he's gonna try and order the cheapest thing on the menu."
"That's not gonna fly with me, if he wants the 48 ounce Porterhouse, that's what he's gonna get. I can actually see him finishing it. Does he like cognac?"
"That steak's what he's always wanted to have, but can never bring himself to order. And he doesn't like cognac, he LOVES it! I'll have everybody ready and waiting! Thanks again, I gotta go... Jayden! Get yo ass dow--"
"Somebody's gonna get an ass whoopin." Axel giggled. Clive let us out in front of the Art Institute of Chicago. We were greeted by a middle aged woman named Anne, she seemed nonplussed to have to spend her Saturday showing some kid around. Her attitude did a 180 when Axel showed her his sketchbook. I really wanted to know what was in there, he never showed it to me, unless it was a single page he wanted me to see. I respected his privacy and never peeked. I showed her the photos I had on my phone.
"Ummm. I'll give you the full tour, but Axel, you shouldn't go here. Your raw natural talent is off the charts. If this is the path you choose you should go to Yale or Stanford and get a degree in Art History. Here we refine the students' talents, I think you could already teach here." She showed us around the museum, including the back, where the public can't go. He was fascinated with the conservation section. Axel struck up a conversation with a guy cleaning old yellowed varnish off a Picasso. The guy was really cool, even let Axel try his hand at it, saying that this step was pretty hard to mess up, once you found the right solvents. Axel thought it was really cool anyways.
"It's ok, how many people alive can say they've cleaned a Picasso! Thank you."
"About twenty, including you!" He wrote the name of a YouTube channel in Axel's sketchbook saying the guy was one of the most respected conservators in the world. He was also doing a series behind the scenes at all kinds of businesses related to the art world. We thanked him again and moved on.
The museum tour ended around noon, we had a wonderful light lunch at the Café then moved to the gift shop, he got a plushie inspired by the pair of bronze lions that have been guarding the entrance since 1894, and a couple t-shirts. He had never had a stuffed animal before. My heart broke again. I had a pair of the lion bookends shipped home, and grabbed a really nice business card holder with the lions engraved on it.
Anne showed us around the school, even though it was Saturday there was a lot going on. We peeked in on different classes and really lucked out. We got to watch a group pouring a ten foot tall bronze statue! I got some great pictures, including one of Axel facing me with a stream of molten metal behind him. Of course we didn't get to see the statue itself, it would need a day to cool, even after quenching, but from the clay rough draft we knew it was gonna be amazing. Note to self, Axel's studio needed a foundry, nothing too big though... The tour ended just before five.
"Now Axel, here's my card, I expect an invite to your first exhibition, and I doubt that's more than a few years away." She gave Axel a hug and a kiss on the forehead and shook my hand. I thanked her for her time, she said it was her pleasure, nodded and walked away. I was relieved that she simply walked away, I didn't know if she was expecting a tip, tipping someone who didn't expect a tip could come off as an insult. We met up with Clive back on the street. He looked off.
"You ok big guy?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
"I'll be fine, picked up a four hour call after I dropped you off. Fucking Arab Prince, treated everyone around him like shit. Then when I dropped him off, he looked me in the eye and said 'Ni**rs don't deserve tips'. I woulda knocked his lights out, but his bodyguards made me look little." Axel and I gave him a tight hug, wow. Hugging that man was like hugging a marble statue. That fucking dick! I'd have paid for Clive's defense if he had knocked the asshole's lights out. "Thanks guys... Hey, I know you like art, are you into architecture?"
"Ya! I love architecture!" Axel squealed and danced.
"Right! Hop in, if we leave right now, I can get you there in time." We hopped in and I rolled down the divider. Clive got in and took off with a purpose.
"A buddy of mine runs an Architecture River Cruise. It's 90 minutes and is the best in the city. Tell the person at the ticket booth Clive sent you. You'll get VIP treatment and the half price tickets will be in my bill. Y'all got time for a beer before we get there."
"Sweet! Thanks Clive." I chuckled and popped open a pair of beers. Clive rolled up the divider. Axel got the stuffed lion out of his backpack and snuggled with it as he cuddled into me. My heart melted. I pulled out my phone and texted Hunter that if he was ever in Chicago and needed a limo, call Clive. I included a photo of his business card. Moments later he texted back 'Consider it on the grapevine'. Ha, nice! You may not realize it, but Hollywood's a small tight knit town, everybody knows everybody. And for the most part, except for some self obsessed 'talent' the people were pretty cool, sure there are some total assholes, like the demonic fucks that ran Disney, or the dude that did the Transformers movies. But I digress.
Axel and I cuddled and we enjoyed our beers. "Dad? I gotta thank Ron for setting that up. I think I kinda understand what a concierge does, but that seemed above and beyond. I could tell Anne wasn't looking forward to it."
"No, she wasn't. But you sure turned that around in a snap! She must really like Ron's wife. Part of having a great relationship with a concierge is knowing them, and the things they like, knowing how to give them very special tips. I know Ron loves art, especially one of a kind sketches from famous artists. Maybe sign something you sketched today? Maybe one of the sketches you did of Anne? I saw you glancing at her a few times while you were working."
"Ya! That would be perfect!" He got a very guilty look on his face and handed me his book.
"Dylan... I'm sorry, I've never handed it to you, like I do everyone else... And I've always sorta angled it away from you whenever I've been working in it. I think I was testing you. I know you've never once peeked." The use of my name in that moment brought me to tears. I squeezed him and kissed his head.
"Axel, my love. I know our relationship is complicated, and I also know it's only two weeks old... I know you're gonna test boundaries, that's normal and natural." I handed the book back to him. "I do want to look, but I want to be able to study it. Is it ok if I wait till tonight to open it?"
"Ya... Thanks Dylan..." We kissed, but were rudely interrupted by Clive arriving at the dock. The cruse was a lot of fun, I showed Axel how to use my camera, he got it, bit had little interest.
"I get it, and you're amazing at it, but it's not me. I think I want a little point and shoot, like Chris has, for taking reference photos..." I knew he wasn't trying to flatter me, I knew photography just wasn't his thing. That was fine, it actually felt good knowing I could do something better than him. Yes, I had insecurities of my own.
With the tour over we exited the boat, I heard voices behind us.
"I really think it's him!" A twelve year old boy said to his parents.
"Then ask him for a selfie!" His mom said. "He's the star of your favorite movie, you're never gonna get this chance again."
"I can't! What if he says no?"
"You won't know if you don't ask!" His Dad said. Come on kiddo! Come on! I thought. The new me would have intervened, but I was rooting for the kid to get the guts.
"Excuse me... Mister Martin?? Can I get an autograph... and maybe a selfie?" Yes!!! I spun to a knee and let his parents take the photos, then signed his ticket stub, I got his address and promised a copy of the Criterion Collection Remaster, autographed by both Hunt and I. I had never seen a boy so happy. Well, other than Axel, several times a day. He whispered something into Axel's ear, and was rewarded with a hug. It was kinda strange, I never used to get recognized, now it was happening regularly, maybe it was my attitude. Before I met Axel I didn't want to be recognized. We met back up with Clive.
"Thanks Clive, that was a blast! We need dinner, I trust you, take us somewhere incredible, cost is no object!"
"Well... I'd love to take you to Maple & Ash, the place is amazing, but it's a 30 minute drive... And I'll admit an ulterior motive, it's three minutes from my apartment, and it's meatloaf night! Daisy's meatloaf is out of this world!"
"Maple & Ash it is then! But only if you promise to bring us a sample of your wife's meatloaf!" We were off, thirty minutes was plenty of time to give Axel a treat! I popped open a couple beers and the button of his shorts. I took a guzzle of my beer then put it into one of the cup holders, then took Axle's beautiful little sausage into my mouth, I worked him good and slow, I was going to take every second of the drive to get him off.
"Fuck! If last week, you'd have told me I'd be sipping a beer, in the back of a limo, while getting an incredible blowjob, on my way to one of the poshest restaurants in Chicago... I'd have called you crazy. Dylan, I fucking love you! Dad, I flippin love you!" I almost lost my rhythm choking back the tears. I paused every couple minutes to take a swig of beer then went back to work. As we pulled into the parking lot...
"Eeep!" He gave me a kiss after I fixed his clothes. We only had to wait a few minutes for a table. We studied the menu.
"They have Roasted Bone Marrow? Gross!" I started drooling.
"It's actually really good. Would you be willing to try it?"
"If you say so, but it still sounds gross." Our waiter, Kegan, a smokin hot twink, who couldn't have been a day over 18, asked for our drink and appetizer order. I asked for a Manhattan. Axel gave a pout. The waiter raised an eyebrow at me. I gave him a wink. Kegan nodded. Axel's smile made the Grand Canyon jealous.
"We have several non alcoholic cocktails, nobody will think anything of it."
"Hehe, I like you! We'll also split a Wedge Salad and the Roasted Bone Marrow, Axel thinks it sounds gross, I'm going to prove him wrong."
"You're gonna love it. Axel, you are one very lucky boy... Sorry for what you've been through. But you are one lucky boy to have him as your dad. Sorry Mister Martin, I've gotta admit, I actually have a Google alert set for news about you... I'm not a stalker or anything, it's just you helped me so much as a kid." I told him to call me Dylan. He grinned and he went to put in our order.
"Axel, back on the pier, what did that boy say to you?"
"Ha! He said he was real sorry about my childhood, then called me one lucky little bastard." I laughed and made a mental note to put one of the scholarship cards in with the Blu Ray.
"Do you know what you want?"
"I know what I want, and I know what I'll settle for... What I want is crazy expensive."
"Ya, it is... I want it too... Fuck it! Let's get it! Tonight you are going to get used to having money!" At $265 each The Wagyu Experience was crazy expensive, but it was three different cuts of the finest real Kobe Wagyu, I also wanted the White Truffle Gnocchi, another hundred and ten bucks, like I said. Fuck it! Kegan's eyes went wide when I ordered.
"Wow you won't regret it! Um, I'd recommend the Mac and Cheese and Roasted Asparagus for sides with that."
"Yum! Roasted Asparagus! Hahhahh!!!" Axel laughed, I got a little scared. "Kegan, some life advice, never serve asparagus to a bedwetter! Hah!" He said, without an ounce of shame. Poor Kegan didn't know if he was turned on, or embarrassed. I ordered the Mac and the Roasted Sunchokes.
The Sommelier came by and asked If we wanted a wine paring, I said I was sparing no expense. He recommended the 2009 Chambertin-Clos de Bèze, Perrot-Minot, almost $7,000 a bottle, fuck it! It was by far not the most expensive wine on the extensive list.
Phenomenal was not a strong enough word to describe the meal, or the service. Axel ended up loving the Bone Marrow. Throughout the meal we got to know Kegan. Turned out being a beloved former child star, made it easy for people to open up to me.
His parents were both politicians and went through a nasty divorce when he was five. Neither actually gave a flying fuck about him, but used him as a pawn in their lawfare against each other. Over the years the salacious allegations became reality, his mom started beating him, his dad started raping him. At ten he ended up in a group home that was the worst of both worlds. He ran away when he was eleven and found a crew of Lost Boys, led by a boy called Ace, who sounded like a Son of Ganymede.
He grew up on the streets, but became a very high end child prostitute who was registered with an escort service that had very strict rules for the clientele. He made it through highschool, the same school as Axel, and had saved enough to start college, he wanted to get into Family Law. But was finding it hard to get scholarships. By the time he asked if we wanted after dinner drinks, I was head over heels for my new nephew.
I ordered three glasses of 'The Yamazaki 25 year old'. And demanded he join us. The stuff was $1,000 a glass, but I wanted to try it so bad. A year before I was sniped in an online auction for a bottle, by a single dollar! There were only 100 bottles made. As we sipped the incredible Japanese whiskey, I pulled the card carrier out of my pocket and handed him one of the charcoal and gold cards.
He read it and cried. He started to say something, I cut him off.
"Up to 100% of your schooling, and a $1,500 a month living allowance. But for you, there's one condition, normally I don't make this demand, but for you... it's mandatory, spend The Holidays with us." He sobbed and hugged me.
"Thank you Uncle Dylan! The money means the world to me, but you and Axe being family means more... I think you know that though..." I told him the site wouldn't be up till next week, and to call me if he needed anything. We shared a group hug and said our goodbyes. I paid the over ten thousand dollar bill and left Kegan a juicy tip. That was by far the most expensive meal of my life, but worth every cent. The food was miles above Fahrenheit and there was no way I could ever top it... Well, maybe if I could get ahold of the right Wagyu...
Clive did bring us a taste of Daisy's meatloaf, it was amazing. Jamaican Jerk seasoned and chunks of habanero, totally different than anything I'd ever had. I told Clive to give her our compliments.
"Thanks for that dinner Dad! I know we're not gonna eat like that too often, but getting used to having money is fun! And Kegan isn't just gonna spend The Holidays, He's gonna live with us when he's not at school, he's amazing in bed. You love blowing him almost as much as you love blowing me." I popped his button again and got between his knees.
"Ohh? He seems like such a great kid, but he needs to be loved. And, splurging every now and then is fun, we'll do it again tomorrow night, with Clive's family, but then we'll take it easy for a bit." I sucked him in, and started a nice leisurely blowjob.
"That wine was stellar! But that whiskey was mind bending... Hey... I just realized, I've never had any of the cheep stuff. I wanna try some, to compare." I teased his balls for a few seconds before answering, I replaced my mouth with three fingers.
"Yes you have! The whiskey I made the Manhattans with back home was a $14 bottle from Trader Joes. It's ok straight up, but it's great in cocktails, unless there's a good reason, I don't see the point of using really good stuff in cocktails. Mixed drinks were made to hide bad booze. Make a Manhattan with that 25 year old Japanese stuff, you should have your hands cut off!" I tickled his tip. "Though I've never given you cheap wine. Inexpensive, sure, but never cheap." I finished him off... "There are plenty of good inexpensive wines."
"Umgff!!! Fuck Dad! You're the best!" He caught his breath. That reminded me, we were pretty low on whiskey. I asked Clive to stop at Trader Joes. We gathered what we needed, and I grabbed a bottle of 'Two Buck Chuck', now four dollars a bottle. Axel grabbed some Cookie Butter Ice Cream, sure we just had Sundaes, but Cookie Butter...
Back in our room we got naked and I popped open the cheep ass 2022 vintage cabernet sauvignon and poured two glasses. Axel swirled the glass and held it to the light, he studied the color, and the lack of legs. He smelled it, hesitantly, and scrunched his nose a bit. He took a sip.
"That's not bad... not good. I don't dislike it. It's nothing like the 2009 Chambertin, we had tonight, but it's drinkable."
"There are cheap wines that are truly bad, this stuff is actually the house wine in many, many restaurants." We sipped our so called wine and ate the ice cream, right out of the container. Axel connected his iPad to the TV. He went to the YouTube channel the conservator wrote in his sketchbook, I thought it was interesting, Axel was enthralled. He hugged his stuffed lion tightly. During a 20 minute section of the man using a dull scalpel to scrape old glue off the back of a torn painting, I asked if I could look at his book. He handed it to me without taking his eyes off the TV.
"Don't forget to blink every once in a while." I didn't think he heard me. I started flipping through the sketchbook, he dated it with Monday's date, on the inside cover, and titled it 'Axel Martin: Volume 1'. He had already taken my name, that melted my heart. It started with a rough sketch of me driving. Followed by some views out Lilly's window, there was a very detailed sketch of the hidden stereo system. There were more of me that were amazing, such detail.
He didn't really need a camera at all. There were more than a few scenes from The Institute, but if you didn't know, you wouldn't think anything of them. When I came to the missing pages, that the printer had removed, there were notes and sketches of what was on the pages. The sketch of Toby blowing out the candles on his birthday cake was a really cute cartoon illustration.
The stuff from the Warhol was hilarious! Even in the rudimentary sketches you could see him mocking the man, and those who thought he was a genius. When I got to the stuff from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, my mind was blown, most were quick, but I could see how they could jog his memory, so he could fill in detail later. There were more of me, in one I could see the joy I got buying Felix his violin. Another was of the shock I felt when I found out Hunt bought the rights to 'Rangers'.
The stuff of the Duchamp paintings at the MCA were mind boggling. I went on and on and found a few very detailed close ups of Ganymede's junk, from LUMA, very detailed! There were some more of me. Luckily, I had clothes on in all of them. He had been showing the book to everyone. There were some from earlier that day that really stood out, one in particular of Anne, you could see the enthusiasm in her eyes as she pointed out a little noticed detail in a Van Gogh. The stuff of the Architecture Tour was amazing. The last image I fell in love with, it was an abstract, but I knew, it represented the blowjob I gave him on the way to Maple & Ash....
It was time for bed, he wanted to watch one more video from the conservator's YouTube, but I knew he'd be asleep before it ended. He relented, saying it would be great 'Road Content'. He needed a quickie before bed. I gave it to him, then performed our ritual, and we were asleep in seconds. I had another dream.
Axel was in his early teens. He was in an over the top suit made by Luca. The walls were covered in bright vibrant linocuts, the room was filled by smallish, 12 to 16 inch bronze statues. We were in Paris, all attention was focused on Axel, celebrating him.
I woke up at about eight. My cock was hard and wet, I was being blown.
"Oh fuck Lust Monkey, you're the best alarmclock in the universe!" He drank his morning protein shake and yanked me out of bed, he was dressed.
"I woke up early and went down and got your coffee kit out of the camping bag. I wanna try Clive's Brother in-law's coffee through your Aeropress." I stumbled down the stairs and ground the beans through my hand grinder then made Axel his coffee, then made one of my own, I realized just how good the coffee was! I wanted to subscribe to their 'coffee of the month' club, but we didn't have a real address yet, oh well, I'd do that once we settled.
Axel got the second day Overnight Pancakes out as well as some bacon. He cooked them both to perfection, I praised the heck out of him. He was no longer handy in the kitchen, he knew the kitchen. After we ate, he asked if he should top off the pancake batter, I showed him how.
We showered and went to face the day. We went to the Lincoln Park Zoo, rode the Centennial Wheel at Navy Pier, and had amazing falafels for lunch, I may pretty much be a meatatarian, but I have a weakness for that stuff. Then we did the Skydeck at Sears tower, finally we had Clive drop us at Millennium Park at just after five. I cut him loose, Axel said he wanted to ride the iconic 'L' Train back to the hotel.
Axel was fascinated with the 'Cloud Gate', the famous mirror polished bean sculpture. As well as all the other public sculptures, he sketched franticly. I took lots and lots of pictures. We probably could have spent an entire day there, but soon it was time to get back to the hotel. I made a note to stop at an art supply store on the way out of town, he was filling up his sketchbook rather quickly. Axel did think the 'L' Train was pretty cool. As we entered the hotel Smithers waved us over to his desk and pulled out a package, Axel's framed print. As well as an envelope.
"Axel, the framer was blown away, she is also an appraiser and dealer. She says that the edition prints should retail for $1,500 each, since it's your first work. And she wants several dozen. You and your dad can negotiate her price, but don't let her take more than 40%. Here's her card, she would love for you two to stop by before you leave town."
"Wow! Thanks Mister Smithers! Oh! I need your address, so I can send you one." He handed Smithers his book.
"Dylan, this was delivered by private courier this afternoon." He handed me the mailing sized envelope, it had my name hand written on it and an ornate wax seal with the letters B.G. "And I guess this is farewell, since tomorrow is my day off. It has been a pleasure serving you."
"Thank you, your services have been excellent." I shook his hand, Axel ran around the counter and gave him a hug, as a bonus, a free tent!
Back in the room I opened the envelope, Axel's Birth Certificate! There were medical and school records as well, it also contained some additions to his backstory.
"Hey Axel, guess what, you finally have a birthday! You turned ten on the day we met." He lit up and did the cutest little dance.
"Really? Cool! Best birthday ever! Umm... By the time my next birthday comes around we'll be settled, can I have a big party, with all my friends? I know I'm gonna have a lot of friends." Poor thing didn't know when he was born, he said he was 'batched' but didn't know exactly when, or what 'batched' actually meant, he thought he was around ten, but wasn't sure.
"Of course! Planning your first Birthday Party is going to be so much fun! I'm already thinking of a giant bounce house, with slides!"
"Yes!" We ran upstairs for a quick shower, no we didn't trade blowjobs, but I did let him fuck me! We dressed up, not ultra formal but we looked good. I realized we were gonna need to pare down our clothes, with the addition of Luca's line, they wouldn't all fit in Lilly's trunk.
We pulled up to Gibsons a few minutes after seven, we took the print inside and gave it to the hostess, asking for it to be given to the rather large man that would be joining us when the server brought the check. I handed her a hundred and she graciously agreed. We waited on the sidewalk for Clive and his family. When the limo pulled up, Clive was having none of the waiting for the driver to open the door shit. He shot out of the back and lifted me from the ground with a hug.
"I knew you had to be behind this! Daisy wouldn't say nuffin! When the limo pulled up, I nearly pissed myself."
"Clive! Put the po man down so he can breathe!" I caught my breath, I thought he was gonna crush me.
"You have been so good to us, I wanted to show my appreciation." We entered the restaurant and were seated immediately. Reservations are a wonderful thing.
"Now, everybody can get whatever they want, we're indulging tonight, except you Clive. You're getting the 48 ounce Porterhouse!"
"You don't have to do that, I'm good with the burger."
"Nope. You're getting the Porterhouse." We ordered cocktails, Axel was a good boy again. The kids got along great, I could tell Sasha had a crush on Axel, poor thing, if she only knew... Daisy was the perfect woman for Clive, basically a female version of him, they were too cute together.
"Dylan, what did you do? I'm getting all kinds of bookings from Hollywood types. My favorite actor booked me exclusive for two weeks next month!" Nice. On retainer a driver can take other calls, as long as they know they won't be needed. Exclusive, meant just that, the driver was paid a slightly discounted rate for ten hours a day, every day.
"Very cool. I simply told my best friend to hire you if he's ever in town, I guess he told a few people."
"Well thank you. It's gonna be a nice break from the usual assholes." The conversation and the meal were both fantastic. To say Clive enjoyed his massive slab of beef would be a slight understatement, hehe. He actually finished it, along with the sides. Jayden had wanted the Grilled Asparagus, but his mom put her foot down saying NO! He blushed something fierce, Axel winked at him. Earning him a shy smile. He ended up getting the Brussels sprouts, which shocked the shit out of me, a nine year old boy actually wanting Brussels sprouts? Hat's off to Daisy! She gave me her method. I couldn't wait to try it.
All the kids impressed me, all ordering smaller cuts, and cleaning their plates. When the waitress asked if we wanted dessert, Clive ordered the Pecan Pie for the table, saying it was the best Pecan Pie north of Fort Worth. I ordered the adults glasses of Remy Martin's Louis XIII, the best Cognac on the planet, well the best served at Gibsons anyways, I had a bottle at home, and knew it was mind blowing. It was nowhere near as expensive as the Japanese Whiskey Axel and I had the night before, only $320 a glass. Clive's eyes went wide, but he didn't even try to say no, he knew it would be useless.
"Fuck... I've always wanted to try this... and wow. Thank you Dylan. This entire night means more to me than you'll ever know."
"That's what I was hoping for Big Guy, that's what I was hoping for." The check arrived, I didn't even look at it, I handed her my Centurion card and I told her to add a 50% tip, she was amazing. The hostess brought the print, and handed it to Clive.
"What's this?"
"Your college buddy, David, the printer, taught me linocut print making, I gave him one. I wanted you to have one as well..." He tore it open and started crying. He gently set the frame on the table and stood. He unbuttoned his jacket, then his shirt, his twelve pack abs revealed a phoenix tattoo, and more than a few scars.
"I got wounded pretty bad back in Afghanistan. Daisy became my pen pal while I was in the hospital, then she became my wife, she called me her Phoenix... Axel... This will hang in the living room, Sasha and Jayden can fight over it when their mom and I pass... Axel... Thank you!!! This is amazing!"
As Axel and I layed in bed going over the memories of the past couple nights. I had my arms around him, and he was clutching his little lion.
"Dad, Clive and his family are amazing, but I don't feel for them what I do for Tom and Toby, or Julian and Luca... Or for Kegan... They won't be there for Christmas... I think I know why... But I need to hear you say it."
"Sweetheart... Lust Monkey... Axel... Little Phoenix... Son... Clive and his wife have something none of the others do, Clive and Daisy have family, true family... Something we don't. We're finding that along the way, others need family, Tom and Toby, Julian and Luca, your other boy and his parents.... They will become our family, I have a feeling it's gonna get bigger..."
Sometimes Axel needed slow gentle love making, sometimes he needed his brains fucked out. That night, brains needed to be obliterated. I was more than happy to oblige...
To be continued...
Author's note:
Overnight pancakes are a real thing, and they are amazing.
www.melskitchencafe.com/overnight-buttermilk-pancakes/
I use 50/50 whole wheat and AP flour, the recipe says they store for up to 24 hours, but I've found at 72ish they are simply amazing, they become almost like sourdough... The part about topping the batter off was just my imagination, though, I'm pretty sure it would work, as long as the ratio was right...
Use a bigger bowl than you think you need, it rises, a lot! And the mess isn't fun to clean up.
My other stories;
Jia & the 4th Age (finished)
What's Your Name Anyways? (a very short story)
The Lost Boys of Plummer Park*
Eros is My Guardian Angel?* I am currently rewriting this, my gods the typos!
* Indicates a 'Brotherhood of Ganymede' story.