Date: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 18:40:49 -0500
From: T.CHASE MCPHEE
Subject: FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ ?MAkiNG WaRRioRs? 02

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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `MAkiNG WaRRioRs' 02

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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They were all set to go to Korbeau's. In doing so, Jay and Evan had to
outfit Tim and Conner in something they had purchased at
Montero. Fortunately, Conner was a match, Tim fitting closest to Evan's
frame, shirt a little baggy. Under the jacket, which Tim was feeling up the
arms, covered up the bigger size.

"Wow, I never wore anything like this before," Tim says, hands running up
and down the jacket arms, like he was warming up to a guy.

"I wish that were me in it!" Jay laughs.

On the other hand, Evan says, "I wish I were in Conner's pants!"

It made them all stare, Conner turning red with embarrassment, having just
stashed his junk and zippered up, asking, "What?" like he didn't know what
was going on.

"You know what!" Evan tells him.

Feeling it the best way around it, Conner says, "Are we ready to go?"

They were ready and waiting out in the hall, Jared asking the same,
pointing to the watch on his wrist, "Reservations are at 6, sharp?"

Jay tells his brother, "We were waiting for you a half hour ago, remember?"

How could Jared forget, having gotten Roy and himself all `worked up'!

As Conner had switched up the conversation, Jared does the same, "Well, are
we all set?"

Except for one itsy, little detail, they were, Jay asking, "What about
Thor? Can I wear my shades and pretend I'm Stevie Wonder?"

"No. I'll get it," Jared says, dialing up Joseph on his cell phone.

Roy interjects, "Um, you don't think he'll be okay by himself?"

With his phone in progress, Jared says, "Want to explain it to him, Jay?"

They all listened to Jay tell the tale of the one time leaving Thor by
himself and the rationale, he got so lonely, panicked and tore the sofa
cushion apart.

"Yikes!" Roy says, looking at the sofa, designer fabric his mother had
picked out.

What he thought, Evan communicated, "My mom paid a bundle to have the sofa
and chairs outfitted in a pattern she liked. Personally I hate it. If Thor
tore it to shreds, it wouldn't phase me."

"Hmm, that's a switch," Jared signs off on his cell.

"What?" Jay says, petting behind Thor's ear.

"Our new recruit, Randy is at the club with Joseph and says he'll be right
over to take care of Thor!"

"What's so wrong with that?" Roy asks.

Jay and Jared knew, how when Joseph happened upon some `fresh' meat, a man
who could get into some extracurricular activities other than throwing back
a couple of beers and heading down into the basement of HOODWINK'd, it was
tough letting a man like that escape.

It made Jared giggle to himself, thinking about the many faces of `Joseph'
and lucky he was to have him as a friend, especially where Jay was
concerned. Though, not to `frighten' Roy, Jared passes it off, "Oh nothing
at all, Roy."

Looking over Roy's shoulder, Jay had the biggest grin on his face, which
then made his brother smile.

Turning his head to Jay, back to Jared, Roy says, "I know there's something
going on which I don't know about and someday I'm going to get to the
bottom of it!"

Jared already knew Joseph had designs on the bear. Perhaps his birthday
would make a fitting present, to find out about Joseph's little past time,
Jared whimsically saying, "And someday I'm sure you will, no doubt!"

To keep Roy from further knowledge of things, Jay says, "Can we go now? I'm
like famished!"

Randy came and was under the impression he was dog-sitting, at their place,
not taking him out, as Joseph had done, which was fine with them.

On their way finally, Jay, looking up into the sky, says, "Nice night,
huh?"

Tim, who pushed Jay along, says, "Yeah. I feel like I'm on my first date."

"You've never dated?" Evan asks.

"Nope," Tim didn't detail anything further.

"How about you, Conner?" Jay thinking what a fox the 18-year old, he's got
to have seen some heavy action.

"Um, not really. Not much," Conner replies.

Neither Tim, nor Conner offered anymore, which neither Jay nor Evan thought
they wanted to add to the conversation, so Evan says, "I remember my first
date. It was with a player on the opposing team. We had won. I was backing
out of a parking place and smack!" Evan claps his hands, "right into this
car, which was going quite fast in the lot."

"Sue the pants off him?" Conner joked.

"No," Jay said soft-hearted, "there's plenty of other ways to do that!"

Turning into a joke, they all laughed.

"You guys interested in hearing my steamy story or what?" Evan recalls
their attention.

"Of course we do," Jay cocks his puppy dog eyes, like he's flirting.

"Sure," Conner says, "we wanna hear it, don't we guys," he motions with a
hand, like conducting an orchestra.

He felt he was being played, Evan continuing his tale, "I got out of my car
and what I thought was my fault, he claimed it was his."

This time, Evan held some silence open, for what could have been a rude
remark.

When it didn't come, Jay throws out, "Did you exchange blowjobs and call it
even?" he laughs.

Tim and Conner acted like they didn't get it, which Evan went along with.

Amending his little speech, Jay says, "I mean information? Like driver's
license, phone numbers, um?"

Evan just sat there in his chair, shaking his head.

"What?" Jay asks.

Half of his mouth turned up, Evan says, "I know."

"Know what?" Jay was really in the dark.

"I wish I could get up out of this chair and tackle some guy too."

"Yeah, well we can't," Jay turns levelheaded, "so we've got to make the
best of things."

Tim really didn't know how this would help, saying, "And you've got us, if
that means anything?"

"Really?" Evan wiggles his eyebrows at Conner, "You would help me out?"

"Of course. I'm here to learn and it looks like Patric and the other
guy..." Conner couldn't recall his name, "look like they know their stuff,
so we're bound to learn something."

It's not how Evan was figuring it. Losing sensations below the belt, there
was nothing wrong with him, from the bellyhole, up. How often he has longed
to feel another man's cock, with hand and tongue, slurping up one side,
over the top, feel his tonsils tickled... For now though he was taking
everything in stride, "Well, I guess that's a start!"

"Of course," Tim agrees, though he was thinking more of Evan's prospectus!

Jared and Roy, walking along the edge of the wharf, the path they chose to
Korbeau's, Jared asks, "I wonder how Jay is doing?"

"You think I'm worried about Evan?" Roy asks.

Feeling Roy's hand squeeze his, Jared confides, "I suppose there is nothing
to worry about. Tim and Conner are with them. By the way, what do you think
about those two?"

"Well," Roy clears his throat, "they are quite good looking!"

It earned Roy a disciplining across the ass, with Jared's palm, "That's
`not' what I meant, Roy!"

He smiled, saying, "Mm-mm, I could get used to that hand!"

"Next time you don't answer the question correctly, you'll find it up your
ass!"

"Mm-mm, don't tempt me!"

Rolling eyes, not that he hasn't heard about the art of fisting from his
dear friend, Joseph, Jared says, "Well, get over it. What do you think of
Tim and Conner, as `a person'?"

"Oh. That's what you meant!"

Jared makes a fist and holds it up, "People say I have a big fist, too!"

"Stop it, you're making me hard!"

Jared just had to look.

Laughing his ass off, Roy says, "Actions speak louder than words!"

"Well, you won't get that kind of action from me!"

Rather than get onto the subject, of kinky stuff Roy involved himself with
before becoming a family man, he says, "I think those two are really nice
guys. Shy, but that's where I think our guys can help bring them out of
their shells."

"Hmm, funny thing, I had the same impression. Though, I know it's always on
Jay's mind, `if the plumbing don't work', what guy is going to want to be
bothered with him."

Roy responds, "I'm not sure this is an answer, but a man's gotta have sex
and if our boys can't give it to them, they are going to want to go
elsewhere for it. Maybe it's a good reason for Tim and Conner to become
good friends?"

"I didn't think of it that way. How do you come with all of these good, in
depth type of answers... You watch Dr. Oz?" Jared puts it to him.

"No disrespect intended, but it comes with fatherhood."

"Hmm, I might just have to puncture that ass tonight!" Though Jared wasn't
thinking about his fist!

"Cool!"

"You're too old to use that word, Roy!"

Roy would have fought for, as his surname suggested, `justice', but their
harbor-side detour brought them out to where the boys were a few feet ahead
of them.

They hear, "C'mon you old fogies, catch up!"

"Jay," Jared says.

Roy confides, "It's not the age of a man, but the output!"

"I'll have to remember that," Jared says as they played catch up.

"Oh which I have no complaints about!"

There was something else on Jared's mind and before they caught up with the
boys, "Have you and Patric had any future plans?"

"Not really. I `did him' at Montero, but frankly I'm more a glorified
cocksucker."

"You're good at it too. You must've had plenty of experience!" Jared quips,
throwing a smile Roy's way!

"Well, I have, but probably not as much as a gay man who hasn't had any
strings attached?"

Jared could relate to that, even though he cut way down on the sex with
other guys right after Jay's accident, "I can relate."

"Well, you're older than Jay. I'm sure you got an early start on things
while he was still in the cradle?"

"We're only 5 years apart in age," Jared responded, playing it cool,
withholding any details which would point the finger towards how come Jay
knows so much about having sex with a guy!

"Well, it's nothing to feel nervous about," Roy says.

Thinking the truth was showing in his `hand', Jared unclasps them, rubbing
both hands together, "There's really nothing to tell!"

Stopping, staring at Jared, Roy says, "Somehow I think we both got off onto
different pages?"

Erasing anything from past from his mind, Jared starts walking, "I think we
should catch up to the guys. We're almost at Korbeau's."

"Right," Roy agreed, yet felt unsettled.

Arriving at Korbeau's, Jared remarked how similar the layout of a box on
top of a box resembled the exterior of the new beach house he was having
built, minus the swimming pool a half story up.

It put Evan into a tailspin, "You're not leaving, are you Jay?"

"I don't know," Jay didn't know for sure what was going to come about,
"depends how well I adapt to your father's cooking!"

"I think I am rather proficient," Roy claims.

Jared says, "Hasn't made me sick, yet!"

They overhear Conner asking Evan how it is.

Meanwhile, approaching Korbeau's, the six are in awe of plate glass
windows, lit up like Christmas time, tiny white bulbs illuminating the
foyer.

Inside, they are greeted by, "Reservations?"

"None whatsoever!" Roy is the first to answer, taking in the unfathomable
sight of their host!

Jared, who has caught on to Roy's direction taken, says, "We haven't any,
but my brother is good friends with Michael and said to drop in at
anytime. So, here we are!"

Whereas Roy wasn't garnering any attention, the host's eyes were all over
Jared, from head to... "I see."

Before he could make his entire assessment of the situation, another dude
comes by, "How are we doing here?"

Normally, Steven wouldn't interfere with the host, but sometimes, being
co-host, Mark would call him over when a huge crowd assembled at the
podium.

Jared knew Roy's flirt was a failure, however right now, someone else was
heavily checking him out!

Because he was `co-host', working towards Mark's position, he decides,
"This is our co-host, Steven and he will see to your seating arrangements."

Right behind them was another party, whom Jay could have sworn the host
dropped the name, `Nouguet', "Ooh! I think that's Joey's underwear friend!"

"Joey's underwear, huh?" Evan was thinking something else!

"No, moron, not his underwear, the dude who designs them!"

However, poor Jay lost the moment, bad timing, whisked away to their seats.

Michael soon arrives, walking over to Jay. Expecting a mere handshake, Jay
was elated when Michael bends over, throws arms around chair and self,
kisses him on the cheek and says out loud, a hardy, "Welcome! Mi casa y su
casa!"

"Wow, Jay," Evan says into Jay's ear, "how far did you two get?"

Jay didn't answer, only listened, until Michael says, "You pick,"
assembling a line of his most handsome waiters!

They were all very good looking, which he figured Michael had arranged for
his delight, but it's really `Michael' he wanted. However, instead of
thinking of himself, Jay had seen Roy looking over his shoulder, towards
the door and rather than be selfish, requests, "How about Steven?"

"Steve?" Michael's happy face suddenly drained. "Aren't you happy with one
of these fine waiters?"

"Sure," Jay says, laughs when he replies, "I want them all!"

He was in a dilemma. Last time Nouguet was here with his party, Michael was
short on waiters, so Mark was `it'. Now, whenever Alex and his party came
in, which has been 4 times since they opened, he has requested `Mark'. With
Mark waiting on the Nouguet party, Steven would need to be at the door.

"Okay, give me a second," Michael says, walking away.

Jared smiles, saying, "You know, you really put Michael on the spot,
Jay. He gave you a choice of, in my own opinion, four `really' hot guys?"

"I know. But like, they weren't getting my stick up?"

Conner says, "That's one way of putting it!"

"I'm sure you could have found some reason, like your older brother?" Jared
suggests.

"Did it for Roy."

"Me?" Roy says. "But why would you turn down 4 incredibly hot, handsome and
I'm sure big-dicked guys for me?"

Evan butts in, "You've got a big dick, dad?"

"He's right," Jared says, immediately taking a drink of water.

They were all whacked out their gourds, Tim asking, "How big?"

"Shit!" Jay says, which gets him into trouble.

"Jay?"

"What, Jare?"

"A little more discretion in the use of language? You're not home?"

"Oh. Right. Shit's not allowed, but big dicks are?"

It could have gone on, Jared halting it right then and there, "Just pretend
you remember all the manners I taught cha?"

"Which ones would those be, bro?"

Cutting them both off, Roy says, "Thanks, Jay, but it's not really
important. I wouldn't want to sprout a boner and upset the table!"

Jay turns to Evan, "He's that big, huh?"

Regardless, as Jared supposed, Michael went beyond the call of duty, which
in essence, as with himself, being owner of the place, held a position such
as God over heaven and earth, handling the problem, "I've taken care of
everything and Steven will be with you shortly."

It's then Jay felt terrible, "I'm sorry I'm such a problem for you
Michael."

"Nonsense," they watch the owner again give Jay a hug.

When he leaves, Jared says, "Must've been a hell of a night!"

"Wake up, moron, Michael and me didn't even make it to bed. Unlike you, I
have friends who like me as a person and not just the size of my
sixshooter!"

Taking Jared's arm, nestling up to his shoulder, Roy says, "That's why I
like your brother so much!"

Jared's big shrug almost threw Roy onto the floor!

Trying to figure things out over the past few days, Jay has been analyzing
what Jared and Roy have or have not in common. It's known they have had
sex, most likely, his brother stabbing Roy in the ass, but he gathered
anything else highly unlikely. Like right now, at the table they didn't
appear to be anything but friends. No love signals or togetherness seemed
to prevail.

"Hi, I'm Steven and I'll be waiting your table tonight, shall we start with
drinks?"

Looking up, upon the scruffy face, Roy wanted to drink all night long, not
necessarily beer, nor wine!

"Hey, Jare," Jay asks all excitedly, "can we order champagne? You know,
drink to new friendships?" he looks towards Tim, on his left, then over
Evan's chair, to Conner.

"Of course!" Jared says, with it mind, as he left the house tonight, even
though he wasn't going to spend an entire fortune, a small percentage was
okay!

Regardless of first seeing Steven in the foyer, Roy was bent on finding out
about him, whether that alpha attitude meant he was straight, gay, or
otherwise.

In the meantime, the `kid' they stuck in the foyer, bellhop for the lodging
segment of Korbeau's, unknown to anyone but himself and Michael, he was
bucking for a promotion, was having trouble with some walk-ins.

"Hey, look! There's Joey in action!"

Sure, Jared noticed Joseph heading towards the front door, but more for his
interest was the dude bringing up the rear, "I'll say!"

It did strike Jay as `funny', the way his brother answered him, but in a
way he was kind of `interested,' too!

It wasn't too much of an altercation, Joseph ushering out some young people
who showed up in beach attire, like they should be at the waffle house down
the street.

Coming back in, they saw how Joseph was nicely interrogating the young
host. Then, like a beam of laser light, Joseph's eyes wound up glued to
Jay. From an all businesslike manner, his face lights up with a toothy
smile.

Long distance, Jay could see Joseph's lips outline his name, which wasn't
much difference than a smile could form!

Headed for the table, the dude on Joseph's ass tailed him until they arrive
at the table, "Funny running into you guys!"

Though it was spacious between tables, two wheelchairs took up more space
than the average dining chair. Joseph had to excuse himself to a patron at
the next table when he bent over to give Jay a hug, his butt butting into
some guy's back, "Oh, pardon me!" he stands.

All he got back was a wry grin! Which, to Joseph it meant everything was
hunky dory!

Way ahead of everyone else, Jared had already done the honors, "Hey, how's
it going?" reaching a hand out to shake Joseph's colleagues hand.

Instead of some long, drawn out drama, Joseph introduces, "This is my right
hand man, Garrett McVeigh. Garrett,"

Jared stands, introducing himself, "Jared Evans," he wanted to say, `at
your service', but there it was, was he or wasn't he? Though, Jared figured
it some reason why Garrett was still holding his hand, like both had
grabbed onto some duct tape.

"I'm very moved to meet a friend of Joseph's."

"Moved?" was Jared reading this right, "in what way?"

Cracking a smile, Garrett says, "Oh, in the way you're thinking it, I'm
sure!"

Then, noticing Roy, Garrett drops the act, uncouples his digits, "Is this
your boyfriend?"

Roy, who could see the immediate infatuation says, "I'm a boy and we're
friends, but not boyfriends!"

"Really, dad?" Evan asks, based on all the noise which has emanated from
his dad's bedroom lately?

Cutting him off, Roy introduces Evan, then Jay, the other two and the
champagne shows up!

Garrett had to get back to work, but Joseph whispers in Jarrett's ear,
"I'll slip you his number later!"

Jay comes back with, "What did Joey whisper in your ear, bro?"

"He told me to tell you, if hears any more profanity out of your wiseass
mouth, he's throwing you out!"

"No shit, really?" Jay replies, then covers his wiseass mouth with his
hand!

By Jared's cocky grin, Jay knew he was being bullshitted!

It was a very, very successful evening out, Tim getting a little tipsy, not
being used to drinking alcohol.

Conner, appearing to be a mama's boy, spent much time away from the
homefront, hanging out with high school buddies who used to drink beer in
the woods. The only explanation they received was Conner didn't click with
his father. Throughout the whole conversation with Conner, Evan acted like
he was drinking in every word, in between sips of his champagne.

Then, one of the highlights of Jay's evening, just as he was going to try
the Crabs ala Orange, Joseph appears at their table, saying, "Remember I
told you about the fashion designer I met at the Cayman Karlyle mansion?
This is him!"

Looking up, this guy was looking down at him, saying, "Hi there. How's it
going?!"

"Oh my god!" Jay says when Alex Nouguet touches his shoulder, "He touched
my shoulder!"

Misinterpreting things, taken Jay in the wheelchair, Alex says, "Oh, I'm
sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you?"

Jared steps in, stands to greet Alex, "Nah, my brother is just in love with
you because of your briefs design," he kept it cool, lest step out of line
in Korbeau's fancy establishment!

Leave it to Jay, "Yeah, love how you make the big space to fit a guy's big
cock!"

"What was that?" They hear from behind them, the same guy who got his back
butted into.

Joseph handles it, "Mind your own business!"

Paying attention to Jay ogling over Alex Nouguet, Joseph got a playful swat
in the ass, but let it go. There were ways of getting even! Besides, he
deserved it!

"Hear that Jare? Alex invited us out to the next show at the Karlyle
mansion!"

Jay was flying high with a broken kite string, Jared saying, "Of course!"

"Alex, can my friends come too?"

"Sure," Alex replies, "how many?"

"How many can I invite?" Jay asks him.

"Don't forget us, Jay," Evan says, "that is if they let guys in wheelchairs
come?"

"Why not?" Alex replies. "I'll make a note to tell Cayman."

"Wow," Jay's voice peters out, "you talk like he's your best friend?"

"He's one of my best friends. If it wasn't for him I probably would not
have experienced the success I have. By the way, how do you keep yourselves
occupied?"

Jay really liked Alex. He was down to earth, sitting with them for
awhile. In the meantime, Roy said he had to duck out to the boy's room, but
was gone a long time. Coincidentally, Evan asked a substitute waiter what
happened to Steven, which he was told, was on a break. Evan didn't mind at
all, the new waiter quite good looking.

It was funny, when the waiter had left, Conner leans over to Evan, "I think
he's a porn star!"

"Ya think?" Evan had to turn his head around to look for him again, "Which
one?"

"Strictly Gay Boys Studio?"

It did occur to Evan, "And how would you know?"

Things started to unravel for Conner, "I charged some gay porn on my credit
card and my father found out. I know it was stupid, but at 17-years old, we
do stupid stuff without thinking."

"And he found out, huh?" Evan sought.

Smirking, Conner says, "It was the first beating I got."

"What was that?" Jared overhears.

Then were all attuned to Conner's history, "I have my own charge card, well
had one and I charged some porn movie on the net to the card. It's a long,
long story."

Jared says, "We have time before the main meal arrives."

So it went, Alex ducking out to go be with his partner and little boy,
Conner bravely telling how he was forced out of the closet. From rich
blood, he had everything, then lost everything, all over a simple, stupid
mistake, putting some gay porn movie on a charge card, which he didn't
realize would show up on a statement, whereas his father paid the balance
every month.

"And he beat you over that?" Jared questions.

"I tried to flee, but he's a guy who works out. Forced me down to the
basement gym, tore my shirt and told me to take it off. He told me to grip
an overhead bar and then he whipped my back with a belt. The whole time he
was cursing me out, telling me I better cut the gay shit and... and that's
it."

Evan says, "But you said your first beating?"

"Yeah, right. I should have walked out then, but... it's tough walking out
when you have everything paid for. Then again all that changed after he
found out I slept with one of the tennis players."

"He punished you again?" Jared asks.

"Yeah. Surprised me when he confronted me over the tennis buddy. Like
before, I couldn't get out of it, because it was easy for him to overpower
me. But it was the last time he did it, because I stuffed my backpack full
and ran away." Gulping, obvious he was ready to break down, Conner took a
drink and said, "I never want to go back there, but I don't really have
anyplace else to go."

"Where have you been staying?" Jared asks.

The other guys, they're just following the conversation, "I've been staying
with one of the pool cleaning guys, but I think his partner is started to
get disturbed over it, like he might be jealous," Conner laments.

Then, always putting his best foot forward, Jay says, "Conner can stay with
us, right Jare?"

What could Jared say, "Of course." Then, to close the chapter temporarily,
"Is that why you didn't want to hand your tank top over to me?"

Nodding `yes', Conner says, "Yeah, that's the reason."

A kind-hearted soul, though doesn't always think before consulting his
brother, Jay says, "You can come work in my store too, Conner!"

Jared was allowing this to all go over his head, but some time in the very
near future he would need to have a talk with Jay over business sense and
other topics of importance. Though, in this one particular instance he felt
comfortable about Conner, maybe a little compassion thrown in too.

The rest of the night they forgot about past instances and talked about the
future, especially their upcoming weekend, whenever that was, to be spent
among all those hot models, dressed in nothing or next to nothing, at the
CK mansion.

Conner did lament about one thing, "I wish I could be joining in, but..."

With visions to what Conner talked about, back a mass of scarring, Jared
says, "Don't think about it, Conner. There's always a way around things,
where money can buy!"

"Uh, right, but right now I don't have money," Conner says.

Then, there goes Jay's mouth, rambling off, "That's okay. We've got you
covered, Conner. Jared and me, we're loaded!"

"Well, Donald Trump, thanks for covering that little detail!"

"What? Did I say something wrong, Jare?" Jay asks.

Evan summed it up, softly telling Jay, "You're not supposed to go around
telling people you're fuckin' rich, moron!"

"Ooh, did I, Jare?"

As time has progressed, Jared has realized Jay not having it all upstairs,
like right now, which only drew sympathy to the matter, "Yeah, but don't go
to pieces over it bro, because it's no big deal, okay?"

Great time for the Baby Back Ribs to be placed in front of Jay, which made
him suddenly forget what he got busted for!

Right in the middle of a mouthful of food, Joseph happened by, slipping a
piece of paper into Jared's suit pocket and winking!

The food was delicious, Jay personally telling Michael it was so. In a way,
he's sorry he never hooked up with him, because his feelings toward the
subject, Michael was really a very nice person.

Even more so, Korbeau's picked up their tab and if that wasn't enough,
Michael says, "You're not traveling back to your house at this late hour?"

"It's only," Jared slips this time, pulling his jacket sleeve up to stare
at his watch, "oh shit! It's 1am?"

Jay didn't catch it, he was ready to conk out anyway, or else he would have
made a federal case out of Jared's curse!

"I think we can manage," Jared replies. Then again, he looked about
wondering, because Roy had left the table before the main meal and hadn't
returned. "Double-oh-shit!" he says, realizing Roy has the key to the
house!

"Problem?" Michael asks.

Mellowing out, Jared says, "Would you mind putting Jay..." Jared looks
around the table, "and his friends up for the night, Michael?"

Cocking his head to one side, Michael replies, "I thought I just said
that!"

"You did and yes, we'd like to stay."

It was real nice, Jared thinking Michael had something in the works when
they showed up unexpected. Sparing no expense, Michael set Jay, Evan, Tim
and Conner in their own room, facing the water.

Likewise, Jared outfitted with a double bed, stood there with Michael,
looking out over the moonlit ocean.

"How do you like the room?"

"Nice, but kind of big... and lonely?" Jared replies.

"Oh, I've taken care of that as well," Michael looks at his watch. "He
should be here in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1," he snaps his fingers, right
before a series of knocks come at the door.

Going for the knob, Michael says, "Anything you need, just ring the front
desk."

"I don't know how to thank you," Jared says.

Leaning on the door knob, Michael says, "You've already thanked me."

"How would that go?"

Michael, smiling, says, "Your brother, Jay, he showed what a fuckin'
selfish bastard I was!" he opens the door.

It didn't give Jared much time to react or think, except to welcome, "Oh,
hello!"

Michael says, "I've given Garrett the night off."

"Thank you sir," Garrett walks in, right arm dangling, bottle of wine
attached, two crystal glasses in the other hand.

"More, if you need it," Michael winks at Jared.

With the door closed, Garrett says, "Well, here I am, ready to get naked
with you in bed." Inches from Jared, he says, "But that's not my style."

"I'm confused," Jared replies.

Setting the bottles down on a small bar counter, glasses next to them,
Garrett says, "When I walked in with Joseph and saw you, I was like, `wow!'
Then Joseph told me you were his friend. I suddenly had an insatiable
desire to know you."

"Oh really? Were you hard at the time?" Jared responds, a sly smile on his
face, with one brow raised.

"No. It took a few minutes."

Sure, Jared would love to hear the story, but even after hearing Garrett's
voice only once, downstairs, he knew who was on the other side of the door,
telling him, "Well, I'd love to hear your story," Jared walks over to him,
softly touches Garrett's crotch, "hmm, but seems like you're getting hard
already!"

Garrett did have it all planned out, like the preface of a love story,
wanting to tell Jared he wasn't all sex and drama, but there was a real man
inside. After Jared's hand touched his junk, he was ready for chapter one,
pulling the tab on his bowtie, "Need help with this?"

Like a fire burning out of control, they were on each other, not too
careful if an article of clothing tore or ripped.

Down to his tee shirt, Jared `had' to see flesh, tearing the tee right down
the middle, "Wo-o-o-ow!"

"Tit for tat!" Garrett tears, not the tee shirt, but Jared's expensive
shirt.

"Well, there's $200 down the drain!" Jared laughed it off.

Stopping a moment, Garrett asks, "How much were the pants?"

"Twice that... more."

"Oh," Garrett says, working the belt out and carefully undoing the
front. As the pants fall to Jared's ankles, it's payback, Garrett feeling
up the bulge, "Hmm, I bet this is priceless!"

Impatient, Jared thumbs the sides of his briefs, pushing them down.

"No, allow me," Garrett says, the smooth security guard taking Jared's
pants with him as he squats down. Right before jackknifing, he opens his
mouth and canopies over Jared's stiffie.

"Oh-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h-ooh," Jared reacts, biting a lip. "Ooh, not too much or
I'll come."

Popping off, Garrett says, "Not a chance, without it buried in my ass!"

Stopping for a moment, they kissed, Jared working the rest of Garrett's
uniform off his bod. Taking it to the bed, Garrett mentions how he loves
the feel of his tongue on a hairy man's chest... and stomach... digging
into a deep bellyhole and then uncoiling Jared's hand from his stickshifter
to replace it with a wet, juicy tongue.

Meanwhile, down the hallway, Jay was almost out of it. Tim and Conner had
taken care of stripping him and Evan down. It was Evan's idea, he sleep
with Jay, that Tim and Conner should sleep in the other bed, saying, "Us
handicapped homies stay together!"

As they walked away to the adjoining suite, Tim asks, "What did Evan mean
by home-ies?"

"Beats me," Conner says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Tim sat in an easy chair.

After a small interval of time, Conner asks, "Hungry, because they said we
can order anything?"

"Not really."

"Oh," Conner sat there, he and Tim staring at each other.

Finally, Tim says, "Evan wants us to sleep in the same bed."

"I know, but that would mean, since all we have on is the clothes we are
wearing, we would have to sleep in either our briefs, or nothing," Conner
guesses.

"I know." Standing, Tim says, "I guess I'll wear my briefs."

"Me too," Conner gets up and takes his jacket off.

"These are nice clothes Evan and Jay lent us," Tim says.

"Yeah. I used to have nice clothes like this. How about you?"

"Nah. Nothing like this. My mom used to get my suits for about $60."

Exclaiming, "Really?" Conner realizes not everyone was born with a silver
spoon in their mouth, but as a twist of fate has changed all that, "Of
course. Right now I'm in the same boat as you!"

Stripping down, Tim was down to his briefs, Conner admiring the small
amount of hair on his midchest, stripe down his stomach, thin swath over
Tim's bellyhole.

Down to his briefs and tee shirt, Tim says, "You can take your shirt off. I
won't care what your back looks like. Besides, it's dark in here."

"Yeah, right," Conner says, "but tomorrow morning the sun will be up and
you'll see how horrible it looks."

Finding a solution, Tim says, "You know, you're not the only one who got
beat with a belt on the back?"

"Only once. You can hardly notice, but I can rightfully say I know how it
feels to have someone yell at you, `you're not gay' and then reinforce what
they are saying but hitting you over and over with a belt." Placing a hand
on Conner's shoulder, Tim says, "I feel your pain."

He had tears in his eyes, though in the dark it was hard to tell. Conner
was finally looking at someone who could feel how he felt, over the same
issue. Lost for words, as he embraces Tim he simply says, "Thank you."

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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee

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