Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2011 23:26:33 +0000
From: Nick Vandermens <vandermens@gmail.com>
Subject: An English Boy In New York ? Part 3

Disclaimer:
	You have to be of legal age to read this, also make sure you
aren't breaking any laws by doing so. This story will contain underaged
 homosexual relationships between two boys and possible scenes of a
sexual nature. If you find that this type of material offensive or you
otherwise decide not to need this sort of thing in your life, then you
should go elsewhere and perhaps reconsider the location you are looking
 for stories, as seriously... you are in the wrong place.

All people and events in this story are fictional. Any similarities to
other people or events is purely coincidental and not to be taken
literally. On the other hand, New York City does exist and forms the
basis of at least this chapter. Subsequently, such places that exist
in real life New York City will find themselves making a cameo as you
can't visit NYC without seeing the sights.

However I have taken a liberty to actually create some imaginary
places in NYC that do not actually exist. You will not find them if
you go there, and they are only there for the purposes of this story.
Smash Music is purely fictional and and similarity to other references
is coincidental and unintended. You have been forewarned.

Introduction:
	This part start off with a pretty graphic sex scene, at least
it was when it was in my head. I wasn't sure if I wanted such
gratuitous scenes in a love story, but in the end I decided to go with
my initial thoughts and stick with the sex. See what you think. The
rest of this chapter takes our two protagonists onto a new plane of
adventure, which I was also hesitantly deliberating about whether I
should take the story off at such a dramatic and possibly clichéd
tangent, but there was only so much cuddling across NYC's tourist
areas you guys could probably take, so I decided to drop it in some
zest.

Sorry if you find this chapter a bit choppy. It's late at night and I
wanted to get this finished today. I also lack a trusted proof-reader
and there's no time for me to do it myself. I just hope it flows ok.

 Also thanks to all the people leaving feedback for the previous two
parts, your emails were a delight to read and an inspiration for me to
keep writing. Feedback is welcome and I will try to respond to your
emails :-)

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An English Boy In New York – Part 3
By Vander

I wasn't used to sharing a bed. Not that I was complaining, it was
still the best thing ever to share your bed with some Angelic Adonis
that you only met a few days ago. Was it only that long? It had felt
much longer than that. I remember the instant I woke up that morning.
I was on my belly facing Remy as he silently slumbered. My left hand
had somehow migrated into the curved cavity under his chin where his
own left hand embraced it lovingly, like a child would hold a stuffed
bear. I also realised that the weight on my legs was actually Remy's
right leg stretched across both of mine and his right hand was draped
casually over my back. I wondered if he had slept like this all night.

I dared to move my head to take a look at the alarm clock in the room.
It said 9am. I had slept well and felt pretty refreshed, though I
thought I needed a shower after yesterday. I was starting to feel a
bit grungy. It was a dilema, I never wanted to disturb the sleeping
angel that was wrapped around me, but I felt compelled to get up. My
thoughts kicked in and I imagined me and Remy in our own house, me
getting up leaving his sexy self in bed. I would go down to the
kitchen and cook eggs and soldiers and bring them up to him with a
glass or orange juice so he could eat in bed while I watched on
lovingly.

Remy's eyes cracked open and he took a deep breath as he awoke from
his slumber. The first sight he saw was me and my wide grin.

"Mornin'" I said cheerfully.

"Mah!" Or at least that's what I thought he said as he tried to change
mode from sleep to awake. Remy gave a big yawn and stretched his limbs,
finally freeing up my body from its loving embrace. I rolled out the way
and flexed the muscles to make sure they hadn't got too stiff. They
weren't, so I assumed that we'd changed position enough times that I
never got stiff from sleeping in the same position.

"Sorry if I wriggled about too much," Remy said apologetically. "Been
doing it since childhood."

I smiled back at him. "It's okay, I'm the same. Can't stay still, I
have to find the cool spots." I swivelled out of bed and my feet his
the pile of clothes we abandoned in our tired retirement into bed last
night.

"Shower time." Remy said bluntly.

"Me first!" I abandoned politeness and made a dark for the shower. I
figured that since I was up first I had first dibs.

"Who said anything about being second." He said to himself, but loud
enough so that I could hear. He followed me into the bathroom.

I turned as he entered and I nearly laughed when I saw him in his
underwear. His hair was sticking every which way but the right way.

"Oh funny!" Remy pouted. "Have you seen yourself lately?" Remy jabbed
his thumb to the open doorway. Behind the open bathroom door was the
wardrobe, which coincidences of coincidences was a full length mirror.

I winced at the reflection it gave back to me. I was just as bad. "Ah
well. No one outside the movie world can wake up without a hair in
place."

Remy wasn't thinking along those lines any more, in fact he was getting
 ready for the shower. I watched him as he slid his underwear down,
mesmerised into speechlessness. He paused when he was about to reveal
the prize. I thought he had suddenly gone all bashful when I realised
that he only paused because of the obstacle he now faced. Navigating
the waistband of his boxer-briefs over the growing semi hard on he
sported. Finally, the boxers were down and I got my first view of naked
 Remy.

Remy's naked form was better than I could have expected it. He had a
few hairs on the base of his cock unlike me, who was still waiting for
my first sproutings much to my annoyance. That wasn't what really
snagged my attention but the smooth tube of flesh that was of a similar
 size to my own, when semi-hard at least. From what I could see, he
was at least six inches long, but much thicker than myself and his
uncircumcised head was much bigger, you could see the outline of where
it joined the shaft, which was slightly thinner and the thin vein that
ran along the top.

"Hey" Remy called. I realised he had caught me staring. "Strip!" He
commanded, smiling, either ignoring me blushing or wanting me to join
in.

I stripped, albeit nervously. I hooked my thumbs around my waistband
and tugged them down and over my own hard-on which unlike Remy's wasn't
 at half mast, it was at full salute. It wasn't abnormal, it was the
morning and most boys at thirteen get morning boners. I think I read
somewhere that your sexual impulses go up at night and it wasn't until
after you really wake up that the chemicals in your blood return to
normal levels. Or something like that. All I knew was that sleepiness
was being replaced by horniness. I stepped out of my boxers and stood
there in front of him with my 6 incher jutting out at a right angle
form my body.

I was proud of my dick. It was the same width all the way from tip to
base with only a few slight contours on that hinted of the veins and
flesh under the skin. I was uncircumcised like Remy. For some reason I
had got it into my mind that he would be circumcised. Not that it
mattered, I had no preference. It was the person attached to the dick
that mattered mostly. The dick was just a pleasure centre.

Now I was naked, the hard part was over and I could feel my nervousness
ebbing and confidence growing again. I gave Remy a naughty smile.

"Nice." He said as his eyes scanned my body. His own dick was throbbing
now, he had also gone past the point of morning hard-on into a full on
lust-driven boner.

I smiled in appreciation and turned. I didn't want to let my eyes
leave that milky smooth body, but I had to locate the shower controls
which I found and twisted. Water sprayed out into the shower cubicle.
I adjusted the temperature to a nice temperature and held out my hand,
offering it to Remy.

He held my hand and we both stepped inside the shower, pulling him
close to me I found our hard dicks struggling for space. With him
being slightly taller my own dick slid underneath his and between his
legs, nestling itself in his perineum. His dick slid upwards and
trapped itself between our tummies as we fought to get as close to
each other as we could.

Water cascaded over us, washing the last remnant of sleep from our
bodies. All that remained now was two lovers locked in a sexual
embrace, together as one. I was pressed up again the naked body of my
lover with my dick throbbing between his legs. I leaned my head closer
and kissed him on the lips. I had to close my eyes this time as the
water form the shower was cascading over our faces. It was strangely
erotic to kiss with water falling over your face. Once you got over
the sensation that you are drowning and that you can actually breath
okay its really quite fun. I actually laughed mid kiss it was so
tantalising. Remy was smiling so much he had trouble kissing properly.
His hands roamed my body until they finished their exploration on my
bum, where he kneaded the flesh and pulled me in closer. His hands
massaged further and further into my crack and then finally he gently
dragged a finger across my hole causing me to shudder in pleasure.

He stopped rubbing my hole with his finger and pulled away form the
kiss, separating our bodies. He reached and grabbed for the shower gel
and squeezed a dollop onto his hand.

"Just let me do this." He said and started to lather up my body. At
first his hands worked fast, getting the soapy froth everywhere it
could reach, using more of the shower gel as required to get up a good
froth. He rubbed his hands under my arms down my back, over my bum
cheeks and down over my legs, but I knew he was purposely avoiding my
sensitive areas for last.

He finally started to rub the soap into my navel and then gradually he
got lower and lower until he reached the base of my cock. He then
wrapped his soapy hand around my shaft that was so hard by this point
I thought it would have popped, it was verging on painful, but it felt
oh, so good. After my shaft was soaped up his hand scooped the soap
gently around my sack and then behind into the crease between my legs.
I spread my legs a little for him to get better access and his hand
just brushed my hole ever so slightly I gasped in pleasure. His hand
went further as his middle finger rubbed at the hole, I was on my
tiptoes, my body almost begging him to go further, but he was already
at his stretch. Instead he got down on he knees and reached behind me,
lathering up my crack from the rear, dragging his fingers back over
the hole.

What he did next was electrifying. The water had washed the soap from
my dick and it was still throbbing, almost white in colour since I had
barely a tan. His hand grasped my shaft and gently pulled the skin back
revealing the shiny purple head to the open air. I felt so exposed and
at the mercy of my lover that I moaned a little through the sheer
pleasure of it all. Then he licked the tip.

I had never sucked a dick before, or even received a blow job from
anyone, but my mind had frequently put myself in the position of
getting or giving many many times, but this... this was what dreams
are made of, those little sparkles of electricity and joy that tell
you that this is how one was supposed to live. Or what to live for.
Just a simple lick to the head of my cock nearly sent me over the
edge. I had a momentary surge of shame that I would shoot and it would
all be over. I never and all that did come out was a moan from me.

Taking that as a cue, he enveloped my member into his mouth and
immediately started swirling his tongue around my hardness. I had to
grab at the shower walls to steady myself. If it was at all possible I
felt myself swell even more inside him as he created varying vacuum
pressures in my dick that I had never even considered in my fantasies.
He tried to go deeper on me, but I saw him gag. He wasn't a
deep-throater, which was fine by me. I never really saw the fascination
with the so-called deep throat, I much preferred the attention on the
dick than the depth it could go.

His hands snaked around and started to play with my hole, that was
still slightly soaped up. His finger played with the hole and due to
the soap, he managed to slip a finger in up to the knuckle. It didn't
hurt as the soap has loosened me up a little. In fact it was extremely
erotic as the finger pushed deeper and massaged me from the inside. He
found my prostrate and was now rubbing his finger all over the gland
causing me to gasp and moan. I never considered myself a moaner during
sex, but it was the passion that was built up inside me and couldn't
go anywhere besides my dick, which was already full of blood, so it
came out as moans and squeaks or pleasure.

I could feel an immense pressure building up, I knew what it was of
course, but this felt more powerful than I had ever envisioned before.
"Remy, I'm gonna..." I couldn't finish. Remy's administrations on me
suddenly increased, his finger in my hole drilled deeper and harder,
massaging my gland and his sucking became more intense and faster, his
head bobbing on my dick like a piston. I came, and I came. I thought
my balls were being pumped out my dick I came so hard. I was just
starting to get a bit concerned that I was still cumming when finally
the spasms stopped and the pleasure died down to the occasional jerk
as my dick spewed out the last contents of my balls. I looked down at
Remy and his lips were still clamped on my dick. I must have cum a lot
as I could see trails of the white liquid trailing down the corners of
his mouth. The finger popped out off my ass and I felt suddenly empty
back there. Remy continued to lick at my softening cock, lapping up
the last few dribbles that oozed out the tip.

Remy returned back up my eye level. He kissed me deeply and I could
taste what I could only assume was my seed on his lips. Then as my
tongue probed deeper I realised that he had hadn't even swallowed yet.
I was sticking my tongue into a pool of my own cum and Remy's saliva
in his own mouth. For some reason I was incredibly turned on by this
I started to tongue him with more passion as the cum slowly dribbled
from his mouth into mine. My swallow instinct too over and I must have
swallowed a mouthful before I could pass it back. I had never tasted
my own cum before, at least not in that quantity before it was a
strange, but not unpleasant taste that seemed to catch the back of my
throat as it went down.

We finished our kiss and our faces parted. We laughed about the string
of semen that span the space between our lips before Remy licked his
own lips and broke the string. I made a mental note. He liked cumplay.
I'm pretty sure that Remy was making his own mental notes on what I
liked. That thought also enticed me, but now it was time to return the
favour.

I knelt down on the shower tray and peered back up at those delicious
brown eyes as they smiled down at me. I looked back at the cock that
was pointing straight at me. For some peculiar reason, chiefly
horniness, I wanted it in my ass. I wanted his cock to ream me, but I
knew that for this morning at least, that would have to be postponed.
At least until they could get their hands on some lubrication. Soap
was no good, it was fine for a single finger, but it couldn't be used
to fuck with, it wasn't good for the ass insides.

I could see a little pearl of precum appearing at the opening of his
cock head. The skin was already pulled back slightly showing me a
glimpse of the pink helmet that lay underneath. I ran my finger over
the spot of precum and over the exposed part of the head, then brought
the precum coated fingertip to my mouth. I licked the finger. It was
silky and only tasted slightly of, something. Being only encouraged by
my first taste of someone else's bodily fluid I cleaned my finger with
my tongue. I saw another droplet of precum forming on the end of the
head again. Another mental note, he was a heavy precummer. I leaned in
and let the drop fall onto my tongue, savouring the taste properly
this time. It was kind of sweet and not as salty as I was expecting.
Another drop formed on the end and I had an idea. I gathered the
sizeable droplet onto my fingertip and in a similar fashion as to what
he did to me, I placed it under his perineum and directly onto his
hole and started to massage it. His dick pulsed another drop out,
which I lapped up eagerly this time. The second drop I gathered onto
my finger again and added to his hole. This time there was enough
lubrication for my finger to slip inside and for the first time I had
my finger inside someone else, my lover. His insides were just as
smooth as my own were, but warmer. So much warmer than my own ass,
perhaps because it was my body and this was his, either way it was a
new experience.

Like myself he had no hair around his hole and the rest of my fingers
that weren't using his hole was massaging his crack while I enveloped
his member with my mouth. I tried to go as deep as I could, just to
experiment and found myself gagging. I wasn't going to try that again
anytime soon, but I suddenly understood the desire. It was a need to
consume as much passion as possible, I wanted to get the whole dick
inside me to make him more of a part of me, if you understand what I'm
saying. My tongue massaged the head as my lips pushed back the skin. I
could feel the silky texture of the dick head and the pulsing tip that
was still leaking out precum onto my tongue.

Remy gasped, so I took it as the sign I was doing okay for my first
dick suck. It wasn't long before I got into a rhythm of bobbing and
then massaging and giving a tongue bath and then going back to bobbing.
I could feel him get close and he tried to warn me by patting my head,
I ignored his pleas as he had done to me, and I reciprocated. I bobbed
faster and faster and drilled my own finger faster. Even though he
hadn't cum yet, I still had to swallow a few times just to get the
precum out the way.  Then he erupted and I suddenly realised that my
mouth wasn't as big as I thought, or rather that it wasn't used to
taking liquid at the velocity that this came out at. It hit the back
of my throat and I swallowed on impulse, nearly choking. I pulled off
the writhing dick before it had finished and he gave a couple of
squirts onto my face. I did the first thing that came to my mind, I
clamped my mouth back over the erupting geyser and continued my
administrations until I could feel no more cum dribbling out of his
quickly softening cock.

"Oh god, that was awesome." He said breathlessly. "Look at you?" He
said as he smiled warmly. As I stood up he dragged a thumb across one
of the streaks of his seed on my face and then slipped the thumb into
his mouth and sucked it clean. "You look so sexy with my cum on your
face." And he leaned in and licked me clean.

Before now, the thought of having someone's cum on my face would have
made me a bit uncomfortable. But now I know that your perspective
changes completely when the cum belongs to a person you trust
completely. The cum is no different than kissing or sharing a drink at
lunch, except you wouldn't want to have someone's cum one your face at
lunch. People might start talking. In a way the exchange of fluids was
like affirming our love.

We finished our shower with it ending in me soaping him up as he did
for me, except without the fancy fingerwork on my ass and the heavenly
blow job. We even dried each other off and got dressed, it was like we
were a regular couple that had been dating for months, despite the
face we had only been together for a few days.

"Hey guys guess what?" Connor came charging in through the connecting
door and paused when he saw the pile of yesterdays clothes on the floor.
 I looked around sharply at the intrusion just as I had slipped my
t-shirt on.

Connor pursed his lips. It was reminiscent of the look my mom gave me
when I had forgotten to do a chore, or perhaps tidied my room.

"You slept in the same bed?" Connor asked, raising his eyebrows.

"What makes you think that?" Remy said, sitting on the other side of
the bed pulling on his socks.

Connor pointed to the mound of clothes where we had strewn them last
night. "I don't need to be a detective to see that these clothes were
tossed out of that bed," he scalded. "And I also see that this is the
only bed not yet made, the other one still looks like it did yesterday.
"

It was true, the other bed was still immaculate. It was clear no one
had slept in it at all, the covers were still all wrinkle free and no
one in their best bed-making skill can remake a bed like that without
an iron.

There was a click at the front door and it opened a fraction, it
stopped and I heard a familiar voice.

"Oh no, tell him it'll be about 10 minutes." Came the voice of Connor's
mother.

Now I know mothers everywhere have a certain skill that lets them know
when something is up. I made a quick decision and leapt onto the
unused bed belly first and grabbed at the covers heaving the tucked-in
edges out and twisting the quilt into a heap. Unfortunately momentum
took me ove to the other side of the bed and onto the floor, followed
by the bed covers.

"Sure thing Mrs. Wright. I'll tell the driver to wait." A male voice
responded to Mrs Wright then trailed off. The hotel room door swung
open.

"Ethan? Are you okay?" Mrs Wright asked as I wrestled with the covers
trying to find a space I can get my head out.

"Yes Mrs Wright." I announced from inside the mass of quilt and
blankets.

"Okay, well then. I've been trying to get you lot up for the past 30
mins, I'd given up banging on that door." She said.

I finally found a gap in the mass of material and stuck my head out of
the pile. She had her hands on her hips.

"Since you are all so full of energy today, there has been a change of
plans." She announced and turned her attention onto Remy. "Remy, your
father is in town and has asked that you go and see him."

Well that was a surprise, and not just for me. The look on Remy's face
told me he had never expected that.

"Connor. Don't think you are getting away that easily, sunshine. I've
got two tickets left for Ellis Island and we're going to use them." I
saw Connor's face fall. Mrs Wright turned and faced me. "When you can
untangle yourself from your bed, I have asked Mr Acres if you can
accompany Remy, since we have limited tickets. If you want to see the
immigration museum perhaps there will be time later in the week." She
checked her watch. "Oh my, Remy and Ethan, the car is waiting
downstairs in five minutes. Connor, go get ready." She walked out of
the room leaving a pretty shell shocked trio in her wake.

"Oh." Was all Remy could say.

Connor nodded in agreement. "You lucky buggers. You get the fun and I
get the immigration museum." He shrugged and flapped his hands in
frustration.

"Sorry, dude." Remy said. "Maybe I can ask my dad if you can come too."

"Nah." Connor said forcing a smile. "You've not seen him in a while so
you should go. I did promise my mom that I'd visit museums with her if
she took me to New York. I best start paying her back. Best time as
any I guess, at least I get to see the Statue of Liberty."

"Thanks, you're my favorite cousin." Remy smacked him on the back.
Connor waved to me and left back through the connecting door.

*	*	*

After untangling myself from the covers and piling them back on the
bed and cleaning up our clothes, we trotted off down the elevators and
across the foyer to the main entrance. Or rather I followed Remy, who
seemed to know exactly what he was looking for, and what car.

I probably would have walked straight passed the car, because sometimes
when someone says 'car', you expect a thing with four doors and four
wheels that is pretty much car sized. Sure I was pretty stoked up that
a car was coming to pick us up. However, the car that Remy trotted up
to was not what I was expecting. The sleek black lines just went on
forever and the crisp pressed uniformed chauffeur that held the door
open of the limousine was something out of a blockbuster.

"Mr Acres, a very warm welcome." The uniformed man nodded curtly at
Remy, then at me. "And a warm welcome to you, sir." I smiled and
nodded back at him and then followed Remy into the back of the limo.
I sat down on the plush leather interior and looked at Remy for an
answer. The door closed with a dull 'thunk' and the driver too his
seat.

"I know. I've not yet told you about my family." Remy said with
compunction.

"A limo?" I said and smiled. "This is..." I tried to find a word that
fitted the situation. "Awesome."

Remy smiled gently. He was worried about something.

"Hey, everything is okay isn't it?" I asked, seriousness taking over
my emotions.

He slid over to me and grabbed my hand. "Yeah, it'll be okay. Look..."
It was that word that always preceded something you didn't want to hear.

"My family is kinda..." He was stuck for words. "Strange." Perhaps
that wasn't the most descriptive word he could have used, but I let it
pass. This was his moment. "My dad runs a company with my brother and
my uncle. If my dad is in New York that means that my family will also
be here."

I could see how this might be uncomfortable. "Do they know?" I asked
hoping that the question was as blatant as I was trying to make it
sound.

"Huh? Oh yeah, they know all about me being gay. My uncle is gay so
its no big deal." He shrugged of that idea easy enough. "I'm worried
about you being comfortable." He paused. I waited for him to continue.
"You see my family know me. Even if we pretend that you are a friend
they will know, they will somehow see that we have something going on,
me and you. They will press and press until we crack."

Okay, that wasn't entirely unexpected. So in other words I had to
decide to be out and proud with my boyfriend, or delay the inevitable.
The choice was a no-brainer, a scary one, but a no-brainer nonetheless.

"I see." I said thoughtfully. "We'll just have to be ourselves then."
I held his hand up to my lips and kissed it. Remy smiled and eased up.

"My sister is going to go crazy." He said leaning back in the leather
chair.

"Huh?" I replied.

"She keeps on asking when I'm going to get a boyfriend. She thinks
you'll be her GBF and go shopping with her." He laughed.

"GBF?"

"Gay Best Friend, the current fashion fad at the moment. Every girl
has to have a gay friend so she will seem more popular."

"Oh yuck." I blanched.

"Mmhmm."

"What about your dad?"

"Oh he's fine. Having a gay brother himself means he got over the
whole gay thing before I was born. I'm the youngest, so I don't have
to worry about much, except defiling the family name."

Things were getting interesting. Who was this family of his?

"So you know where we're going then?" I asked peering out of the
window as I the car took peculiar turns down the one way streets.

"Yeah, well I know where we're going, but not exactly where it is."
Now Remy peered out the window. "It's the Smash Music tower."

"Oh." I said intrigued. "Your dad works there?"

"No. Yes, well sorta." He faltered. "He owns the place." He said it to
the window as if it was an  every day thing to say. The fact that he
told it to the window told me that he didn't know how I would react.

Now Smash Music was big. It was one of the worlds largest
entertainment companies in the world. They had TV studios and even
hosted their own awards ceremony for music and TV. I had seen it on TV
back in England.

I was in the car with the owners son. No, I was in love with the owner
of Smash Music and he was in love with me. I thought I should be
excited, but for some reason I was scared. I had previously assumed
that Remy's last name, Acres, was as related to the Smash Music Acres
family in as much as the Wright family was related to the Wright
brothers.

"Ah, Acres." I said, more to break the silence than anything. "But you
seem so normal."

He slowly turned to face me. Our gaze locked for a few seconds then he
laughed. I laughed. It was the absurdity of it all. He looked into my
eyes and I tried to give him the most sincere gaze back.

The laughter died down. "Don't judge me, because my family has a lot
of money." He pleaded. "I never told you before because you won't
believe the amount of people that try to be my 'friend' because of who
I am."

"I'd never judge you." I told him truthfully. "I feel as strongly for
you now as I did before you told me." I smiled and held his hand in
both of mine. "I understand you waiting to tell me."

It didn't take us much longer to reach the Smash Music tower; it was
pretty close to south Central Park , but I wasn't too sure exactly
where as the car had travelled down the labyrinth of one way streets
to the point that if you aren't travelling the regularly you could
easily lose your sense of direction.

The building was a glass towered structure that wasn't the tallest
building, but it certainly wasn't modest. The glass had a blue sheen
that oozed design and class and right at the bottom was a scrolling
banner over the doorway that said "Smash Music – New York City". The
car pulled up out of the front and the driver duly opened the door.
We filed out onto the sidewalk and I took in my surroundings. People
passing by were stopping in their daily routines and to see our limo
and possibly get the fleeting glimpse of someone famous. When they
realised it was just two ordinary looking boys, they continued onwards
or faked glances at their watch or phones. I kind of wished I was
famous in a way, to have to push through the crowds of people to get
into a building, fans screaming my name grasping at my clothes as I
pushed my way against the tide of people. Okay, perhaps not. Fame
brings its own problems, privacy being one of the things that goes
first.

"Welcome young sirs," Came a over-zealous greeting.

A middle aged man in a gaudy suit eagerly jogged down the stairs with
his hands clasped together. I have never consider myself to have a
good grasp of gaydar, but in this instance it was going off like siren.
It wasn't just the lime green lined suit that grabbed my attention but
the way his elbows seemed to be permanently glues to his waist and all
his gesticulations finished with his hands clasped together in front
of his chest with a wild grin. This man was clearly either very gay,
or just a nutcase at the least.

"Uncle Bill!" Remy responded. Oh, I hoped it wasn't a blood relation.
The man hugged Remy tightly. It wasn't a man's hug. Gay. Definitely
gay.

A thought struck me then as I judged this man in front of me and I felt
a pang of shame come over me. I have only just seen this man and the
second he opened his mouth I had pigeon-holed him, I had never even
gave him a chance. I wondered for a moment how many people judged me
like that. Do I look gay to other people? I had never looked at myself
from another perspective and the thought worried me. I am gay,
obviously, do people know I am gay when they look at me? Do I scream
raving homo to every passer by. I never thought I did, but does this
man think he looks gay?

"Oh, Remy, I've not seen you since you were a boy; my how you've grown
up." He grabbed Remy by the shoulders and thrust him backwards and
looked him over. "Still as handsome as ever though, have you found
your soulmate yet? You can have pick of the world you know, you
should..." He never got to finish his sentence  as Remy had jerked his
head in my direction. "Oooooh, you brought a little friend over." He
let Remy go and stepped over to me, his hands clasped in excitement.

I took an instinctual step backwards, not quite sure what there was to
fear from this over-happy greying man. As much as it irked me that he
called me little I was just going to put it down to his natural
exuberance. He offered his hand to shake, which relieved me somewhat
that I wasn't going to get the life squeezed out of me. I shook the
hand, which was surprisingly soft and gentle.

"This is Ethan." Remy took the offensive after seeing the concern in
my eyes. He stepped over and took my arm, pulling it out of the
hand-shake. He slipped his hand into my own and comfort washed over me
as if it was a conduit for all my uneasiness to pour out of me. I felt
save, invulnerable now Ethan made his claim on me. Remy's Uncle looked
first at Remy and then back at me.

His grin stretched across his face then he opened his arms and
scrunched us both against his chest. "I knew it." He said. "You two
were made for each other." I silently disagreed with him, how would he
know.

He started to walk towards the entrance of the tower with his arms
around each of our shoulders, with one of us on each side of him,
forcing our hands to part. We went up the few steps and into the lobby
which was quiet, but not devoid of life. There was a number of soft
sofas littered around the reception area and against the far wall was
a long desk with a single person typing away at a computer. There were
a few people going about daily chores like carrying papers or talking
quietly on their phones.

When we approached the reception Remy's uncle diverted us away from
the desk and into a double set of doors. He punched in a code and
pulled the door open. "Oh Jonathan, my dear. Take these boys up to
Harry's office, he is expecting them, there's a darling." He said to a
casually clad guy in his twenties. I learned later he was a media
intern, but at this particular moment in time, he was just another
nondescript person who worked in the building.

He took us into the elevator which took only a few seconds before it
pinged. "Mr Harry Acres office." It was almost refreshing to hear a
voice that sounded particularly bored with his duties. The elevator
pinged and the doors slid open into a smaller reception area. All
three of us stepped out. "Dana there are two boys here for Mr Acres."

The secretary, or receptionist or whoever she was flipped through a
booklet or a diary on her desk before speaking. "Oh yes, he's inside.
He's expecting you." She smiled warmly. All of a sudden I was feeling
very nervous and overwhelmed. I felt like I was about to be judged by
some strict rich guy that never got anywhere by being nice to anyone.
I braced myself for a grilling.

Remy took my arm by the wrist and led me into the room. "Come on,
trust me, this will be easy."

I did feel a bit more at ease, but nothing could have stopped me from
being overwhelmed. I mean, look at the situation; I am a normal boy,
or at least a normal gay boy who's fortune was to go to New York, but
not only was I to fall in love on that same trip, but I was to find
out that his family owned one of the biggest entertainment empires in
the world, and I was about to meet him. That sort of thing only
happened in the movies or incredibly clichéd stories. This was real,
and I was about to enter the domain of paparazzi and fast cars. I
suddenly decided that I needed to pee, and just as fast pushed the
thought aside as some sort of side effect of nerves.

Remy pushed open the door and strode in defiantly with his eyes
leading the way forward. Inside the room was an office about half the
size of a tennis court. At one end was a ornate wooden desk with a
thin almost borderless flatscreen, a keyboard and mouse. I could see
no sign of a computer tower. Whatever they were connected to was
professionally installed, and not just a box under the desk. However,
what struck me as odd was that there was no one in the room.

"Figures." Remy said and sighed and dropped my hand.

I turned my head and looked at him. He turned and smiled at me warmly.
"It's a clone of his Chicago office. Look." He strode over to a
cabinet and pulled open one of the wooden cupboards and revealed a
refrigerator stocked with drink. Surprisingly not all of it alcoholic.
"Pepsi?" he asked holding a can out to me.

"No thanks." I croaked, nervously looking about.

Remy's face softened seeing the my uneasiness. "Hey." He said softly,
and put a hand on my cheek. "I can imagine this is all a bit
intimidating, but it's just a façade." He waved his free hand about
the office. He ran his hand through my hair. "You'll see, everything
will be just cool."

"Oh that explains it then." A gruff masculine voice pierced the
silence of the room. If I never had good bladder control I would would
have peed myself there and then. No one ever wants to be caught in an
intimate caress by their boyfriend, especially not the father of one.
Even Remy pulled his hand away quickly in surprise.

"Wha...!" Remy exclaimed, I felt him start as the hand retreated from
my head.

The man laughed. I wasn't sure where he had appeared from but wherever
it was, it wasn't the door we came through.

"So, this is the reason why you asked him to join you?" The man said
in his deep baritone voice. The voice was full of command. It reminded
me of Brian Blessed's voice. "Lets see you, boy." He said to me. I
faced the man and tried to look not scared, but not cocky. I heard
Remy sigh behind me. I never thought of Remy as the defiant kid before.

"Dad, stop being a Pratt." Remy whined at his father. "This is Ethan.
And I love him."

Mr Acres raised his eyebrows and laughed again, his face softening a
hundred-fold. "I gathered as much when I saw you all over him. Welcome
Ethan, sorry for the scare. And you..." He flicked his attention onto
Remy so fast. "You should have called your mother to let her know
where you are. You can't leave it to Majorie to let her know where you
are all the time." He sighed. He wasn't so imposing any more. He still
had that imposing presence, but it was somewhat softened. I kind of
realised that the commanding aura must have been his crutch to vault
him to the top of the business empire, while still maintaining a
loving family. I had respect for him, with a bit of fear mixed in.
"And what the hell is a pratt?"

"It's English for idiot." Remy said smiling.

"Very funny." His dad shook his head. "Not."

"So what are you really doing in New York?" Remy quizzed his father.

"Well, I heard that my son had finally pulled," He ruffled my hair,
but still directed his attention at his son. "So I had to see for
myself, and Charlie was already here. I wasn't about to unleash him on
you two yet. I do have some conscience." He walked around the room and
plopped himself down in  a big executive chair.

"Ethan. Take a seat." He casually motioned to the seat on the opposite
side of the desk to him.

I nodded my acceptance of his offer, my voice still refusing to work
properly. I saw down and I heard the air in the seat puff out the sides.
I could smell leather; these weren't cheap seats from a local
furniture store.

"Remy, your sister is in 'Studio-7' could you please go and make sure
she isn't up to no-good?" Remy gave a pained expression. He was going
to leave me here to whatever fate this man had in mind for me.

"One question first." Remy held one finger in the air. "How did you
know about me and Ethan?"

His dad smiled and clasped his hands in a steeple, his elbows on his
desk. "The Acres hotline. You should know that, nothing gets past me."

I felt Remy's comforting hand on my shoulder. I think he was
apologising for speaking about me as though I wasn't here, but to be
honest, I had nothing to say, but wait and respond to anything that
was required of me. I was in the presence of a powerful man. I was
intimidated.

"Dad, do not give him the inquisition like you gave mark." Remy said
to his dad sternly.

Mark? My paranoia got the better of me and I shot a look to Remy,
raising my eyebrows in question.

"Bethany's boyfriend, my sisters boyfriend." Remy cleared up the
confusion and then focussed his attention back to his father. "I don't
care what you think, I'm not going..."

His dad held up one solitary hand. The meaning was simple. Stop
talking.

"Remington." He said formally. "I admire your defense of the boy, but
this is my right as your father." My attention was snapped back to Mr
Acres. I was getting fearful, I was about to be judged by the judge,
jury and executioner.

"Your right as my father should be to care, not to pick out who I
like." Remy was angry. I was just plain confused. "We should walk out
of here right now and go back to the hotel."

Remy was getting hyped up. I'd never seen this side of him before and
a sick feeling was welling up inside of me. I stood up form my chair.
My legs were shaking. I glanced from son to father and back to son.

"Remington, go downstairs, now." His father remained calm.

"No." Came the defiant reply from Remy.

Mr Acres sighed a long breath and closed his eyes. Was he about to
blow up? His voice was calm and regulated. "Remy." He paused before
adding in a softer voice. "I promise."

Remy's face softened, and he glanced at me apologetically. I had to
fix this.

"It's okay." I said placing my arm on the side of his bicep. "What's
the worst that could happen?" I smiled, more through nerves than
anything else. "We can still be together, right?"

Remy nodded. "I know. Be strong okay. Don't let him bully you." Mr
Acers snorted. Remy rolled his eyes and backed up towards the door.

I turned to face the judge once again,. He simply nodded to the chair,
and I sat back down.

The door into the room clicked closed. Now it was truly me and him.

"Okay." He began shifting his weight in his chair. "That was an
interesting bout of devotion there."

I pursed my lips.

"Nervy kid, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir." I replied. What else could I say. No? If I had said that
it would have been a blatant lie. Although I thought I should at least
elaborate. 'Don't let him bully you', Remy had said. "I've never been
in an office like this before."

Mr Acres laughed through his nose. The laugh was similar to Remy's
laugh but this had more of a rumble in it.

"How do you know you are gay?" The first barrage was on its way from
the judge.

"Uh... well." I faltered, wasn't expecting that question, though not
sure what I was expecting. 'How's the weather in England? Hardly. "It's
irrelevant." I said diplomatically.

"Why's that? You are in love with my son, and you are a male, are you
not?" he logic was impeccable.

"Simple." I replied. I had my answer ready. "Homosexuality is the love
of people of the same gender. Boys loving boys. I'm not Homosexual now.
I'm Remy Sexual."

Well okay, it sounded much cooler in my head, now I just felt like I
had just escaped the loony hospital. I blushed.

"Really?" He laughed genuinely. "That's a very idealistic way of
putting it."

"Sorry, but I can't see past him." I had to stick with my point, no
matter how silly it first sounded.

"What if you find yourself losing interest in him eventually because
of some silly quirk he has that really irritates you?" He fired at
me.

"Those aren't silly quirks, they are just small parts of what makes
him, him."

He nodded thoughtfully. I was surprised he wasn't writing it all down.
"May I ask you a question?"

"Please do?"

"How did you know that your wife was the one you wanted to be with?" I
was playing him the same card back. Asking him the same question
seemed like a good way to get him to think of the answers he needed.

"Good question." He said. I beamed. "I didn't. All I knew at the time
was that I was in love, it wasn't until much later that I decided that
I wanted to spend my life with her. I never stopped loving her though."
It sounded legitimate enough. "Although you and Remy have only known
each other for a few days, right?"

"Right, but sometimes you know. Sometimes you are just so compatible
that something happens between the two of you and you go from wanting
to be happy, to wanting them to be happy."

Mr Acres nodded. "I understand. I was young once too." He leaned back
in his chair. "I've seen people hurt through love. My brother came out
when he was twenty-four. So much pain he caused my father, of course,
not my brothers fault, he just had a tendency to fall for the ones
that just wanted to use him." His eyes softened and became more human.
"I have 3 children, Ethan." He spoke more casually now, more like a
friend than a commander. "Michael, who is soon to be married to a
beautiful Italian woman, and then there is Bethany, she's only
fifteen, but she's right in the middle of dating. I suppose I am
overly harsh on her. Fathers always are on their daughters. Some men
only have one thing on their mind."

He was opening up to me. Why? I hadn't the faintest idea.

"Remington though, the youngest. He told us he as gay when he was
eleven, can you believe that? He said, 'Dad I want to marry a boy.'
It was surprising, but I was ready. I think I treat him different to
the others. I can't treat him as I do Michael, and I certainly can't
treat him like Bethany, god no."

He was monologuing and I was getting bored. I didn't fancy a 101 in
family ethics. I had a gorgeous body waiting for me downstairs that
was no doubt worried about me.

"Mr Acres?" I interrupted him. "Whatever you are doing to raise him.
Keep doing it." I had to end this here and now, I wanted Remy. I
hadn't been away from him that long since we met, and I was getting
irritable. Was this Remy withdrawal? "I'm his guardian, he's my angel.
I love your son and I'm going to be in his life for a long long long
time."

I realised I was stood up and leaning on the desk. I was getting
heated. "Do I pass the test?"

Mr Acres smiled warmly and nodded. "Yes." He chuckled. "I had already
spoken to Connor's mother about you two, she says you are quite
enamoured with each other."

Oh crap had she seen us holding hands at some point?

"And by the way." He said after standing up. "She said you two looked
adorable all cuddled up in bed."

I went crimson. She had seen us in bed together. She had lied about
banging on the door all morning, she must have walked in seen us all
wrapped up together and then left. Holy crap. It was a good job we
were wearing our underwear.

Mental note: Lock the hotel room door when there's a chance for nookie.

Another crippling thought struck me. What if she had come in while we
were getting acquainted with each other in the shower? We wasn't
exactly quiet.

Mr Acres gave a guttural laugh. "Don't worry, she had a gay brother
too."

That's right, Mrs Wright and Mr Acres are brother and sister. Connor
had mentioned that he had a rich aunt and uncle in America. Who would
have thought I'd be here talking about being in love with their son,
or nephew, or cousin. I felt overwhelmed again, but rather than
feeling nerved I felt exhausted.

"Go find Remy. I know he cares for you a lot. It wasn't like him to
get to defensive over anyone like that." We both stood up, and Mr
Acres offered his hand out for me to shake. "Call me Harry." He
offered. "Who knows, maybe one day you'll call me Dad."

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End of Part 3