Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2001 17:10:17 EDT
From: MystryAuthr@aol.com
Subject: Chapter 23 of All Lost Things

Hello, time for another chapter of the continuing sage of All Lost Things.
We're taking a break from the case for the next couple chapters and
focusing more on the characters personal lives. I hope you enjoy the change
of pace. Let me know, you know how I love getting mail! And be sure to
check out the website too. I'm still looking for distribution agents to
help out with Bleeding Hearts.

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Chapter 23

	No one understood why I was so moody the next day and I didn't feel
like enlightening them. Asher called several times but I refused to accept
his calls at home and simply hung up on him at work. I guess he knew better
than to just show up. I have no idea what I would have done but it wouldn't
have been pretty.

	Micah had jumped at my suggestion that we get together. In fact,
he'd suggested we go out the next night so he was supposed to pick me up
early that evening. I just had time to run home and grab a shower before he
would get there. He wouldn't tell me what we were doing, just told me to
dress for fun. I wasn't sure what that meant. Did I even have any fun
clothes?

	I was running around in a towel trying to choose something when
Adam popped into my room.

	"So what's all the excitement? I haven't seen you this jittery in
ages. You have a date?"

	"Actually I do," I said, "And I have no idea what to wear."

	"You do? A real date? With who? I haven't approved!"

	I stopped cold and looked up in surprise.

	"I'm kidding, Killian. I don't have to approve your dates."

	"Oh. His name is Micah, he's a reporter. He helped me with this
last case and he asked me out. I finally said yes."

	"Tell me about him. While you do I'll help you pick out something
to wear."

	"Well, he's cute," I sat down on the edge of the bed and began
describing Micah while Adam rummaged through my closest. "He's about 22 or
23, brown hair, brown eyes. His hair does this really cute floppy thing and
he has the most incredible dimples."

	"Sounds adorable, but is he a nice guy? That's more important than
looks." He held up a pair of faded jeans with a black silk shirt with
silver Chinese symbols on it.

	"He seems really nice. And I don't want to look like Jackie
Chan. He said to dress fun, what does that mean?"

	"Fun, huh? Let's see..." He looked at my clothes again and shook
his head. "For a gay boy you have the straightest wardrobe I've ever
seen. Put these on and I'll be right back." He handed me a pair of dark
blue cargo pants that were made out of this soft clingy material. I loved
them because they made my ass look great. I was pleased that he'd chosen
them.

	He left the room and a few minutes later I heard him rummaging
around up in the attic. Now what on earth could be up there? I was sitting
on the edge of the bed wearing just the pants when he came back in looking
a little dustier than he had when he left. He had several shirts in his
arms.

	"These were Seth's," he said as he dropped them next to me on the
bed. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't believe he wanted me to wear
Seth's clothes. "I just couldn't give them away although I had no idea why
I was holding on to them." He held up the first one, a retro 70's era
lavender polyester atrocity. Well, he was acting like it was no big deal so
I decided to play along.

	"I'm not wearing that," I said firmly.

	"No, it's a bit...much. Besides, it wouldn't match those pants." He
picked up the next one. It was a red ribbed shirt with a scoop collar and
very short sleeves. "Try this on."

	I pulled it on and started giggling. "I think I need to be a little
more built to pull this off."

	"Ok, off." The third one was a white button up with a pointy collar
made of a slightly shiny material.

	"I like that one," I said. I thought I remembered seeing Seth wear
it.

	"Me too. Try it on."

	I shrugged into it and buttoned it up and stood in front of the
mirror. It was slightly form fitting, but not too much. I loved it.

	"Perfect," Adam breathed, confirming my opinion. "I've got the
perfect finishing touch in my room. Come here."

	I followed him into his and Steve's bedroom. The room was always
immaculate. The bed was carefully made and nothing was out of place. It was
furnished and decorated in antiques, all from Steve's house. Adam's old
stuff had gone into storage when Steve moved in because, well, Steve had
better taste. Adam opened a small wooden chest on his dresser and pulled
out a braided silver chain. He slipped it around my neck, fastening it from
behind me.

	"This is beautiful, Adam," I said in amazement.

	"It was Seth's too. He seldom wore it, said it was too fussy. I
would like you to have it."

	"Adam, I..."

	"Killian, please. It took me two years to get to this point, where
I could start to really let go of him. You can't even begin to know how
much you've meant to me, you've been my son. Not that you replaced Seth, I
don't mean that, but you've been a comfort to me. I couldn't love you more
if I was your biological father. I want you to have this."

	I reached up and touched it. "Thank you." I whispered.

	"Now don't go getting all blubbery. Your date will be here any
minute."

	My date! I'd almost forgotten about Micah. I raced back to my room
to get my shoes on. I had just got them tied when the doorbell sounded.

	"I'll get it," Kane called from downstairs.

	"No! I will." I yelled, but I was too late. I was only at the top
of the stairs when Kane swung open the door. There was Micah looking cuter
than ever in jeans and a ribbed charcoal-gray form-fitting shirt. He
definitely had what it took to carry it off.

	"Hey, I remember you now," Micah said to Kane with a grin, showing
off his dimples. "So you're Killian's little brother."

	"Yeah," Kane said glancing over his shoulder at me, "So you guys
are like going out now?"

	Micah's eyes followed his look up the stairs. His smile actually
seemed to brighten even more when he found me if that was possible.

	"Well, this is actually our first date," Micah answered Kane, his
eyes never leaving me, "I guess we'll have to see how this goes before we
see about going out, huh?"

	Kane looked up at me with a salacious smirk. "Just don't expect him
to put out."

	"Kane!" I screeched and flew down the stairs. He took off like a
light cackling all the way.

	"Don't mind him," I mumbled, blushing furiously.

	"It's cool. Typical little brother, trust me I know. Are you
ready?"

	"I want you to meet Adam first," I said just as he started down the
steps.

	"Adam, this is Micah. Micah this is...my dad, Adam."

	Adam blinked in surprise at my introduction but recovered quickly
and extended his hand for Micah to shake. They made small talk for a few
minutes then Micah turned towards me.

	"We really have to get going," he said apologetically, "We have
reservations."

	"We do? Where at?" I asked, pleased and terribly curious.

	"You'll have to curb that detective's curiosity," he said with a
teasing grin. "It's a surprise."

	"Well don't let me hold you up," Adam said with a grin of his own,
"You kids get going. And I won't wait up."

	"Thanks. See you later Adam." I gave him a hug and then followed
Micah out to his car. It was a silver late model Saturn. He shocked me by
actually opening my door for me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Adam
give me a thumbs-up from the door. I climbed in and he carefully shut it
behind me. He came around and got in from his side.

	"So," he said as he started the car, "feel free to tell me if this
is none of my business, but why do you call your dad Adam?"

	"Oh, he's not my real dad. Or I guess I should say he's not my
biological father. He's more of a real dad than my father. He took me in
when my dad beat the crap out of me and kicked me out because I was
gay. His son was a friend of mine."

	"Was?"

	I took a deep breath. "Do you remember the murders a couple years
ago, the first was a gay boy named Seth Connelly?"

	"How could you miss it? Front page news when that all
exploded. What a mess."

	"Seth was Adam's son."

	"Wait, so you knew this Seth?"

	"I was the one who found him dead and almost got killed in the
process."

	"No way! You're the guy that was on TV, the hero that killed the
killer and saved that other kid?"

	"It wasn't quite like that," I sighed.

	"So how was it? Can you tell me about it?"

	"Sure, I guess so. I'm over most of it I think. Therapy works
wonders." He laughed and I launched into the whole story from the
beginning. I was so caught up in my narrative that I didn't even notice
where we were going until we pulled up into the parking lot of one of the
nicest restaurants in town.

	"We're eating here?" I gasped.

	"Well, we're not just here for the view," he said with a smile. He
was out his door and opening mine before I could respond.

	They had a table reserved for us and we were seated quickly. Dinner
was incredible. The first thing Micah did was outlaw any discussion of
Caleb's case at dinner, which suited me just fine since I wanted to avoid
thinking about Caleb and by extension Asher, as much as possible. We talked
about our families-Micah had two younger siblings, a brother and a sister
and his parents were very supportive of him-our jobs (in general) and as
the evening wore on, our hopes and dreams. I found I was more and more
attracted to the young man sitting across from me, not just physically, but
on an emotional and spiritual level as well. I genuinely liked who he was
as a person.

	He paid for dinner and then led me down to the beach to watch the
sun set. We walked along the sand, just above the water line, still talking
and getting to know each other. As we walked, our hands brushed a few times
and then, almost without me even realizing it, his hand slipped into
mine. The sun sank below the horizon with a spectacular display of color:
pink, orange, yellow and lavender, but since we're on the East Coast it was
behind us and not over the ocean. Still, it was beautiful. Micah suggested
we sit and watch the stars come out so we settled onto one of the stone
jetties, Micah sitting behind me with his arms wrapped loosely around my
waist. I leaned back against his chest enjoying the closeness of his body
and the scent of his cologne.

	It was a beautiful night for star-gazing. The sky was clear and
each star stood out brightly. We spent a while pointing out constellations
and then suddenly Micah jumped up and reached his hand down to me.

	"Time for phase two," he said with a grin.

	"Phase two?" I asked.

	"Well, I guess it's really phase three. Phase one was dinner, two
was the walk on the beach, and now it's time for three."

	"And what is phase three?"

	"You'll see."

	"Come on! Haven't I been surprised enough for one night?"

	"Ok, ok," he laughed, "Do you like to dance?"

	"Dance?"

	"Yeah, you know, moving your body rhythmically to the beat of
music?"

	"I've never really been dancing."

	"Well, you're about to go now."

	I started to protest but decided to just go along. It had been a
great evening so far and I didn't want to spoil it now by being a dork. We
drove to an inconspicuous looking two-story square building on the
outskirts of town. A small unassuming sign over the door declared that we
had arrived at the Inferno.

	Micah jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped rolling, I was a
little slower. I was very nervous, having never danced in my entire life,
not counting slow dances with Asher. I had never attended school dances,
Asher and I had chosen not to make an issue of being the only gay couple at
school and neither of us wanted to go with anyone else.

	I hung back so Micah grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the
door.

	"Hey Carmen," Micah said to the very large, very square woman
sitting by the door. Her hair was an enormous helmet of frosty blonde and
she was wearing enough make-up to keep Revlon in business for the next year
or so. Her tight sequined dress strained at the seams and the largest pair
of high heeled shoes I had ever seen graced the skis she called
feet. Miniature mirror balls hung from each ear. She looked like her usual
expression was probably somewhere between someone eating a lemon and
constipation but her face creased into a broad smile when she saw Micah.

	"Micah," she boomed. Her voice was surprisingly deep.

	"You look smashing tonight, darling," he said.

	"And you look good enough to eat, as usual. So introduce me. Who's
your little friend here, emphasis on the little?" She looked me over in a
manner that made me feel a little like a steak.

	"His name is Killian and keep your paws off. He's my date tonight."

	Her eyebrows arched. "You robbing the cradle these days, luv?"

	"He not that young, Carmen. He's legal but I will encourage you not
to ask for ID, huh? Do a favor for Micah?"

	"Hmph, and when have you ever done a favor for me?"

	"Hey, nobody knows what you do for a day job, right?"

	"You always gotta bring that up, don't you? Smacks of blackmail if
you ask me. Get in before I change my mind. And make sure you both behave."

	"You know me, Carmen, I always behave."

	"Ha!"

	Micah grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me through the door that
Carmen opened for us. We went from complete quiet outside to complete chaos
inside. Smoke billowed, multi-colored lights flashed, a strobe pulsated,
voices yelled, glasses clinked, raucous laughter rang out and above it all
music blasted. It was techno music with its heavy, throbbing beat that made
it almost impossible to stand still. I managed. Here and there throughout
the room there were pillars that ended just about at eye-level. They each
had what I at first thought were flames leaping out of them, but I soon
realized was just pieces of gauzy material blowing upwards with orange,
yellow and red lights under them. It was a cool effect. As my eyes adjusted
I realized just about all the dancers were male, several with their shirts
off, sweat glistening on their skin. I was in my first gay club.

	Micah, still holding me by the wrist, drug me around the perimeter
of the dance floor where it was slightly less crowded, to a metal staircase
that led up to a broad catwalk that went all around the walls and looked
down on the dance floor. Small, high tables had been set up at intervals
with high stools around them. Most of the tables were full. There were guys
dancing, guys making out and guys just leaning on the railing watching the
spectacle below. I was in awe. Micah snagged us a table that was just being
vacated by couple of guys wearing bright make-up, body glitter and not much
else.

	"Wait here," Micah yelled over the din. I sat down on one of the
stools and continued to look around in wonderment. I was startled when a
shirtless, smooth Latino guy slid onto the stool across from me.

	"This ain't no nursery school, sweetie," he said in a slight
Hispanic accent. He was very attractive, something that was only
complimented by his sexy smile. "How'd you get in here?"

	"I'm with a friend."

	"Oooh, so you gots connections. They're good to have. You're a real
cutie-pie, you'd better be careful. Some of these guys eat boys like you
for breakfast, literally. If you wanna dance look for me, I'm the best
dancer in this place."

	"Like I said, I'm with someone, but thanks."

	He shrugged; a graceful movement that caused all sorts of muscles
to slide around under his bronzed skin. "Don't mean you can't dance with
me. Just ask for Miguel. Everybody knows Miguel."

	"Yeah, and most of them have slept with him at least once," Micah
said as he reappeared next to the table. "I believe that's my seat."

	Miguel looked at him with a curled lip. "Ah, is it my fault
everybody wants me? I do what I can to spread a little happiness. If I knew
you only liked little boys I wouldn't have wasted my time with you." He
turned back to me with a smoldering look in his dark eyes, "When you get
tired of this one, and trust me, you will, come find me. I'll show you a
good time, like you never seen before." With that, he hopped down off the
stool and sashayed his way down the catwalk, looking for all the world like
a runway model.

	"Friend of yours?" I asked as Micah took the newly vacated spot
across from me.

	"I wouldn't go that far," Micah said as he slid a glass across the
table to me. I eyed it suspiciously and he laughed. "I'm not trying to get
you drunk. There's no alcohol in it. Besides, you're underage. It's just a
Pepsi."

	I grinned, feeling rather foolish and took a sip. "So what's the
story with you and Miguel?"

	"There really isn't a story and that's the problem. He went after
me and I said no. The end. He doesn't often get no for an answer. Was he
trying to pick you up?"

	"I dunno, maybe. I don't have a lot of experience with getting
picked up. He told me to be careful because these guys eat boys like me for
breakfast."

	Micah made a face. "At least he was telling the truth there." He
took a drink from his glass.

	"What are you drinking?"

	"I'm of age," he said simply. "You want to dance?"

	I looked out over the dance floor and blushed. "I don't think I can
do that."

	He laughed. "Just have fun, move to the music, feel it. It doesn't
matter what you look like, no one will be watching you."

	"You will."

	"I don't count."

	"I think you do."

	"Well I want to dance, so come on."

	"There's always Miguel."

	He swatted at me playfully and jumped down. He went to the rail and
looked down. I glanced at his glass which was still three-quarters full. I
decided that if I was going to dance out there I needed the
fortification. I grabbed the glass and threw it back. I gasped as it burned
its way down my throat to my stomach, leaving a warm trail behind it. After
the initial shock I decided it wasn't that bad really, in fact it was kind
of nice. I joined Micah at the rail.

	"Ok, I think I'm ready now," I told him.

	"Great, let me get my drink," he turned towards the table and saw
the empty glass. He looked form the glass to me then burst into laughter at
my sheepish expression.

	"Are you that nervous?" he asked. I nodded. He slid his hand into
mine again and pulled me gently towards the stairs. "I promise I'll be
gentle," he said with a meaningful look into my eyes. I allowed him to lead
me onto the dance floor. At first I just stood there awkwardly as Micah
began to dance around me. His hands trailed across my body and finally
settled around my hips. He started moving me around, swiveling my hips and
forcing me to move. I giggled and let him guide me.

	"Come on, loosen up, have fun," he said into my ear. His breath
tickled and I giggled again. I don't know if it was the closeness of his
body, the atmosphere or the alcohol (it hadn't been that much but I'd never
drank hard liquor before), but whatever it was I felt my inhibitions slowly
melting away. I began to dance, stiffly at first and then slowly I became
more and more comfortable with it. I tried to imitate Micah's movements and
those of the guys around me and I must have done ok because Micah seemed to
be having a good time. As the night progressed my dancing ability seemed to
progress as well. I had several more guys ask me to dance and Miguel made
another appearance. Micah became more and more physical as we went until we
were practically grinding on the dance floor. Not that others weren't doing
that and more. Finally he pulled me in close and whispered into my ear,
"Are you ready to leave?"

	I was having fun but I was also completely exhausted. I nodded and
we started threading our way towards the door. As we stepped outside and I
breathed in the comparatively cool fresh air I realized just how hot and
stuffy it was inside.

	"Wow, it really is an inferno in there," I gasped.

	Micah laughed.

	"I see you survived and even made it back out with the same one you
went in with," Carmen commented, a puff of cigarette smoke punctuating
every word.

	"Very funny, Carmen. You know, you should be on stage instead of at
the door."

	"At my age? Honey, I'm just happy to not have varicose veins. You
two kids have fun now, and don't do anything I wouldn't do."

	"That leaves us a lot of room."

	"You know it."

	As we walked to the car I asked Micah about Carmen.

	"What did you mean earlier when you said no one knew what her day
job is?"

	Micah laughed again, "It's all a big mystery around the
Inferno. Everyone knows that Carmen isn't her real name, but nobody knows
who she is. In fact, Carmen isn't even really a woman." I felt my eyes fly
open wide and Micah chuckled at my expression. "Yeah, if you knew what
Carmen did during the day you'd be even more surprised."

	"Tell me!"

	"Nope, sorry. I made her a promise."

	"How'd you find out?"

	"By accident. Well, actually, just by being observant. I thought I
recognized her. I did some digging and it turned out I was right." He
unlocked the car and opened my door for me again. I could really get used
to this.

	"Now my curiosity is killing me," I whined once we were both
buckled in and on the road.

	"Sorry, I forgot you're as nosy as I am. Tell you what, promise to
go out with me again sometime and I'll tell you on our second date."

	"You are good at blackmail, aren't you? It's a deal."

	Micah grinned. "Great!"

	"For the record, I would have gone out with you again without the
extortion."

	"Really?"

	"Yeah, I've had a really great night."

	He looked over at me and smiled. "Good. I'm glad. I have too. I
don't want it to end."

	"Me either."

	"You want to see my place before I take you home?"

	"I'd love to. Where do you live?"

	"Well, it's a little out of the way, but it's not a big deal. Do
you have to be home at any certain time?"

	I made a face. "I'm 18, Micah. I don't have a curfew."

	"Hey, I had a curfew until I moved out. If my parents had their way
I'd still have one."

	"Nah, Adam's pretty cool about things like that. He trusts me. I'll
just call him from your house."

	"It's an apartment and that's cool that you and Adam have that kind
of relationship."

	"Adam's the best. I don't know what I would have done without him,
where I'd be."

	"Let's not get too bogged down," he said lightly. He deftly turned
the conversation to music as he handed me his CD holder and told me to pick
one. He had eclectic tastes, everything from Billie Holiday to Guns N
Roses. I put in Madonna's new album and we talked music until we pulled
into the parking lot of his apartment. It was just down the road from where
Will and Aidan used to live. Unlike their renovated warehouse, though,
Micah's building was modern-not more than a couple years old from the looks
of it; lot's of dark glass and concrete.

	We rode the elevator up to his floor in silence as I began to
rethink this move. Was it really such a good idea to be going to Micah's
apartment? He'd been nothing but a perfect gentleman all night but we would
be alone. What if he tried something? Then again, would I really mind if he
did? I really liked him. He'd even managed to keep me from thinking about
Asher all night. I had to lose my virginity eventually, why not let it be
with Micah?

	The elevator stopped and Micah stepped out and unlocked his door. I
followed him in and looked around while he turned lights on and picked up a
couple stray glasses that had been left out around the living room.

	"Would you like something to drink?" he asked as he backed away
towards the kitchen area, which was separated from the rest of the room by
a bleached wood bar.

	"What were you drinking at the Inferno?"

	He raised an eyebrow. "I meant something more along the lines of a
root beer or something."

	I shrugged. "Whatever you have will be fine."

	He smiled and turned around. I continued looking over the room. It
was tastefully arranged with black leather furniture with art deco
accents. Several objects d'art looked to be original pieces that I knew
cost quite a bit. The walls were decorated with vintage movie posters
framed in thin black frames. The room ended with floor to ceiling glass
windows with a sliding door that led to a balcony set in the center. I made
my way over to the door and looked out at the view.

	"Nice, isn't it?" Micah said from close behind me. I jumped
slightly and he smiled as he placed a glass in my hand. He reached around
me and unlocked the door and slid it back. "Go on out. I'll be right
there."

	I did as he suggested and walked out onto the balcony. It was a
beautiful night, not too humid and on the cool side for a summer night in
Maryland, which really only meant that it was in the low 80's. I leaned
against the rail and sipped my drink, which did in fact turn out to be root
beer after all.

	Soft music suddenly filled the air and I recognized the sultry
tones of Billie Holiday. I knew her voice and music right away since she
was my mom's favorite singer and Adam and Steve had a collection of her
recordings. Micah appeared at my side.

	"Care to dance?" he asked softly.

	I looked at him and smiled. "We haven't danced enough for one
night?"

	"This will be a little different." He pulled me away from the
railing and took the glass from my hand, setting it on the table
there. Then he drew me in close, slid his arms around my waist and started
swaying to the music. I melted into him, slipping my arms around his neck
and nestling my face into his shoulder. We fit perfectly. We stood there
for awhile on his balcony, dancing in a slow circle under the stars.

	"I really have enjoyed being with you tonight, Killian," he
whispered into my hair.

	"I've enjoyed being with you too," I said back. My voice was
somewhat muffled by his shoulder.

	He pulled back slightly and raised a hand tenderly to my face. He
stroked my cheek for a minute then ever so gently raised my chin. His eyes
looked into mine, seeking permission. In answer, I leaned in and brought my
lips to his. The kiss started out soft as the touch of a feather, but
things heated up quickly. I don't know how long we stood there, just
kissing, but suddenly I knew what I wanted to do. I broke away and looked
deep into his eyes.

	"Can I stay tonight?"