Date: Sat, 9 Jun 2001 09:58:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Zane Green Subject: Underground Angel-Above Ground, Part 8 Copyright Notice: the author copyrights this story and the author retains all rights. Expressly prohibited is placing this story at a for pay site. It is a fantasy, and is not about anyone real. It has minor characters, and is intended only for a mature audience. Comments are very welcome and appreciated at ZaneG7@excite.com Flames will go up in smoke. Underground Angel: Above Ground by Zane Hunter- Green, Part 8 I woke up with the sun already blazing through the window. Sash was no longer beside me. Without taking time to dress I went to the great room to find him. I spotted him immediately on the floor his nose in a book. He glanced up and his eyes centered on my groin and he blinked his violet eyes and smiled. I smiled back. He was as naked as I was. Before him banked bookshelves fill with my childhood and teenage books that I never made room for in the city. I was lucky the mice hadn't made a meal of them. "Kurt did you know in ancient Greece for the aristocrats Homosexuality was considered the way to find a soul mate, it says it right here. It also says that men were encouraged to love boys." "That was along time ago Sash." "You're a boylover cause you love me don't you Kurt?" "Yes I love you, so I guess I am." "There's one thing that I don't understand?" "And what is that?" "Well I have read that Plato was the most vocal about the love between a man and boy." "Well there was also Xenophon, Aristotle. Aristophanes, and Plutarch to name a few." "But Plato is considered the greatest." "Yes I suppose so, he was a great proponent of boylove in his society." "Where was he born?" "Atheans, why?" "Because I think as lovers in our relationship we should call ourselves Athenians." "We were not born in Greece?" "No, but think about it, Lesbians are named after the homeland of the poet Sappho, and that is so romantic. We are following the Greek traditions even closer. From now on we are Athenians." "I don't think that would work, Sash, it is words used by others today that were born in the Greek Capitol." "How about calling ourselves Platonics." "I don't know, that word is used often for scholars, I have an idea though. "What?" "How about we name ourselves after Plato's father. Ariston. Plato lost his father when he was a young boy, and his father was said to be the descendent of the early Greek Kings." "So we are Aristons" "Yes in a way it makes sense for us because I am a boylover but I am half of us, you are not a boylover too. We don't want to call you a Man-lover." "No I don't want to be an official Man-lover, I would rather be called a Ariston. Besides it is a honor to carry the name of Plato's father." "Ok, that will be what we secretly call ourselves, we are Aristons." "It is romantic to have our own name." "Maybe I should be a Sashian." "No I don't think so." We ended up giggling together, as I tickled him until we were at it again. Sometime later I got dressed, and went into the village to buy food Sash gave me a list as he expected Noah and his "parents" to come up. He had called the number that Noah had given him, and the other boy was leaving this morning. I decided I should call Len as soon as I unpacked the groceries. I handed Sash a pop tart, and went outside to use my cell-phone. "Hi Len." "Who is it?" "It's Kurt, are you okay?" "Never better, what's up?" "Is everything alright, you taking care of Sash's rats." "Oh yes the rats, Lance and I had one of those nights that operas are written about." "I'm happy for you. Don't forget to water the plants this time ok, they almost died when I was in the subway." "No of course not Kurt. I'm taking great care of your place. I treat it like it were mine." "Good, say hello to Lance for me." "He'd say hello back, but he's still asleep." "Well if you need me you have my number, I gotto go." "Give Sash a big hug from his Uncle Len." "I will, goodbye now." As I ended the phone call, a silver jaguar pulled up in the driveway. I watched as a beautiful boy got out. I thought to myself, so for the first time I am meeting Noah, the new reader. He looked like a Prince. Sash ran out pretending to be happy to see him. Maybe it wasn't an act after all. The two boys looked sublime together. Noah, taller with dark hair, and Sash beside him, leaner and smaller with his hair reddish cast. There was something that made the boys look similar, the set of their full lips, their beauty; I couldn't exactly say what it was. Noah looked by far the stronger. Sash had an air of eloquence. Aristrons, such as myself could ask for nothing as fine as watching these two boys together. "Thank you Sascha for inviting me up here. I like it." Noah broke the ice. "I've only been here less than a day. It's Kurt's cabin." Replied Sash. "This is my father, my mother couldn't come." Noah said. I just then observed the other man. I wondered if he were an Aristron too as he said. "Noah, and I have to drive back and get some film for my camera. I am wondering if Sascha would go with us. I would like to buy him and Noah their own cameras." That was quick I thought they were already trying to take Sash away from me. "No, I need him to help me here, but if you buy him a camera I have no objection. I should have thought of that myself." "Can I stay while you go and get film?" asked Noah. "Yes, I noticed there was a mall some 20 miles back. I would have stopped then but it was too early." "There is a general store. It's been open since 5:00." I said. "I know, I saw it, but I use a special light sensitive film, I can only get it at a Camera shop. "I bet." I thought to myself. "I knew I had made a mistake to invite Noah up here but Sash seemed thrilled to see him. The car pulled away and I stood there hoping that Noah's Dad, who never gave me his name, wasn't going to get a legion of helpers. I had an idea though. "Ok boys, we are wasting the best part of the day when the fish are biting. Let me load up my car, and we'll drive to the lake." "My Dad will wonder where we are." Noah said. "I'll leave a note for him." I wrote on a scrap of paper that we had gone over to the riding stables, which was clearly in the other direction. I could always say that I changed my mind, and took the boys to the lake instead. Then I loaded up my spare supply of fishing equipment, leaving the newer stuff at the cabin. I grabbed some snacks and we were off. I was going to take them to a lake that was several miles away, passing the few close to the cabin. I remembered Lake Snowfalcon as a perfect place that only the locals knew about. Brent had taken me here last year, and I instantly knew why it was kept a secret. It was pristine, and filled with trout. It was the perfect morning for catching something....