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Levi

A new story by Danny

author of such stories as...

Simon's Journal

Goodbye Normal Jeans

Alvin Ever After

 

Part V

  

We ended up having to wait for the tram as it was too crowded, but we only waited about fifteen minutes. The only part that sucked about it was, having to stand out in the cold. It wouldn't have been bad if we had coats to wear instead of just sweaters. Actually we were the only ones not wearing coats, scarves and gloves. The whole time we waited Phil was acting odd. Well odder than he normally acts, It wasn't until breakfast the next morning that I would find out why.

Once back on the tram, Phil became his normal self again and for the time being, I had completely forgot about what had happened.

We ran into the same girls we saw when we first arrived? They had been at the show too and we ended up hanging out with them for the rest of the afternoon until it was dinner time. We didn't go skiing, but we did go outside for a while, and without coats, it was cold but not too cold. It was snowing a bit more too but that just made it more fun. We were out for about an hour before everyone wanted to go in to warm up. It was so cool actually watching Phil in action. There is a reason why Phil has a reputation as a ladies man and I witnessed it firsthand. Man he is good!

Around dinner time, Mom and dad found us hanging out with the girls by one of the fireplaces. Phil and I said goodbye to the girls who were disappointed that we were leaving. We then headed off to dinner with my parents.

All through dinner, Phil kept going on and on about the ice carving show. It was clear that he really enjoyed it. He thanked my parents once again for letting him come this weekend. Oddly, the whole time he talked about the ice show, I hadn't given any thought at all to Felix and René. It was almost like their part in the show had been erased or somehow blocked from my mind.

After dinner, Mom and dad went off together while Phil and I decided to go back to the suite. Man it was a good thing we did too.

The suite itself was fine but, the bathroom was a different story. The hair driver had actually done a really good job of warming up the bathroom, except the bathroom fan didn't do a good job of getting rid of the moisture. All the dampness had collected on the walls and ceiling, causing water droplets to drip everywhere.

"OH NO!!!!" Phil cried when he opened the door.

"Oh that's not good!" I laughed.

I mean I had to laugh because I didn't think it was going to work in the first place.

"Look at the bright side; we have our own sauna now!" I joked.

We removed our clothes from the bathroom, dried the walls and everything as much as we could and then Phil had another idea.

"HEY! Why don't we use the fireplace?"

It turned out to be a brilliant idea. We turned the fireplace up to its highest setting and hung the clothes near it. Since it was a gas fireplace, the flames were completely incased inside glass so there was no risk of setting our clothes on fire. Doing it this way, we only needed to wait a couple hours for our stuff to dry. Every once in a while, we'd turn our garments to be sure they dried as evenly and quickly as possible.

We started out sitting on the sofa playing UNO, but then we both fell asleep while watching the fire. I guess it had hypnotized us both into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, Phil was already up and checking the clothes.

"Oh good you're awake. Look, it worked! Your coat is completely dry now. Everything else is too."

"Good!" I commented, "My parents could be back any time now!"

"Want to go skiing again before it gets too late?" Phil asked.

"Yeah, we got time for a couple runs, and if not, we can always go tubing again." I suggested.

So that's what we did. We skied, and then rode the inner tubes until it was nearly midnight. Afterward, unlike the night before when Phil went up alone, he decided that this time, he wasn't about to let me stay downstairs by myself, even if I had wanted too. He took hold of my hand, and once again, led me to our suite as though I were a small child.

Mom and dad were still not back, or so we assumed since we didn't hear them in their room. I later learned that they had gone to bed early. Of course I now know why!

Oddly, I fell asleep before I even got all my clothes off. Phil told me the following morning that I was sitting on the bed when he went to pee and when he came back, I was laying on my side and sound asleep, still wearing my coat and scarf. He said he had to undress me and put me to bed. I don't remember any of that.

The following morning, I woke up laying in the middle of the bed with my arms and legs wrapped around Phil, who was on his side too with his back to me.

I must have woken him when I stirred because he grunted, "Sleep well?"

"Like a bear!" I said as I started to unwind my limbs from around him.

To my surprise, as I was removing my right arm, which had been draped over his side and clutching his warm chest, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back and held me tightly against him.

Without either of us saying a single word, we snuggled together, with every inch of the front of my body in direct contact with the back of his body. God he smelled good! As I lied there, I wondered what it would be like to sleep in the same bed with him while we were both naked.

We didn't get to stay like that too long. We could hear mom and dad up and about, so we surrendered and climbed from the bed, me getting out on his side, right behind him.

I couldn't resist reaching out and giving the waistband of his underwear a snap.

"OUCH! BEAST!" he exclaimed.

"You know it!" I giggled and poked him in the ribs.

"Hey! No tickling! I need a pee!" he said while walking toward the bathroom with me right behind him.

"Now that you mention it, I do too!" I said while staring at his boxer covered butt the whole way.

In the bathroom, we dropped our underwear and discovered that we both had morning wood and were unable to pee without devastating the entire toilet area.

"IDEA!" I proclaimed gleefully as I yanked off my boxer-briefs the rest of the way and jumped into the tub.

Phil didn't even hesitate as he stepped out of his boxers and joined me as I turned on the water.

I was nearest the drain and facing the faucet while Phil was behind me when I let go of my stream.

"Oh that's better!" I sighed.

A second later, Phil let his go as well, but where I had at least aimed mine down toward the tub, he aimed his right at my back.

"PHIL!" I moaned and when I turned, he shot me right in the chest.

A pissing war commenced until we both were out of ammo.

Upon my suggestion, we washed quickly so that mom and dad wouldn't catch us in the tub together. We both washed and were out of the shower in record time.

We brushed our teeth at the same time, racing to see who could finish the fastest. He won but he cheated because he's a big fat cheater! Not that I was holding a grudge or anything.

Although, I didn't take ages to comb my hair like I usually do, I did spend about ten minutes getting it nearly perfect. I mean, I was going to be putting a hat on eventually. As I finished fussing with my hair, Phil came up behind me and threatened to mess it up again. I turned on him and held the hairbrush like a prison shiv.

"Do it and I'll cut you man! I'll do it! I'm crazy like that man!"

Phil didn't even crack a smile when he looked at the brush in my hand and flatly stated, "That's a brush."

"Yeah?" I tossed it from one hand to the other and back again like they do in knife fights, "Then I'll brush you to death man! So don't mess with me man!"

Phil, acting like some street gang banger, flicked his nose and did the typical rapper-gang banger sort of leg moves as he said, "You know what? I'm going to let this one go! No! No! Listen at me! Listen at me! I'm going to let this one go! But you ever! And I mean ever! Pull a brush on me again and you and me, we going to have a problem! You got me man?" he then pretended to spit on the ground, turned and walked away from me.

"Yeah! You better step off!" I said, mocking his imitation.

He turned suddenly and stomped his foot like he was going to come at me. I must have jumped a good foot off the floor and let out a short but very high pitched screech.

Phil then fell on the floor laughing.

I busted up laughing as well as I said, "STOP LAUGHING! IT'S NOT FUNNY! I'M TOUGH!"

This only made him laugh all the more.

Laughing hysterically, he tried to imitate my screech. I was holding onto the bathroom sink to keep myself standing but he was rolling on the floor laughing like a lunatic.

I came out with the brush and waved it at him threateningly. He pushed himself away, holding one hand up as if to protect himself while laughing so hard he had tears rolling down his face.

About then, Dad opened the bedroom door and saw us both butt naked, Phil on the floor having a fit and me standing nearly falling over laughing while shaking a hair brush. He tried to look `Fatherly' and stern but our laughter was so infectious that dad got caught up in it and began to chuckle.

"What are you too doing?" Dad asked with a laugh.

Phil was trying to cover his nudity while laughing and pointing at me, "He's tough!" was all he managed to say before burying his face in the carpet and pounding on the back of his own head.

That did it. I fell over laughing too.

Dad was now laughing hysterically at us as he tried to say, "You boys need to get some clothes on and come down to breakfast with us."

He closed the door and left us rolling on the carpet.

It took a moment or two before either of us were able to stop, but as soon as one would look at the other, we'd bust up laughing again.

Eventually we both stopped looking at each other altogether as we tried to dress. Every so often, Phil would imitate that sound I had made and we'd both start laughing again.

When we came out of the room and we saw my dad, Phil and I lost it all over again.

"What has gotten into you boys this morning?" Mom asked with an amused chuckle.

Phil was waving his hand and holding his stomach, "No more! No more! Oh, it hurts!"

I was able to calm down enough to tell them what had happened. Mom said we were just silly and of course we started to laugh again.

 

Mom, Dad and the two of us walked out of the suite together. Phil and I would still chuckle every so often until mom firmly said, "Alright you two. That's enough."

It took everything I had in me to get control of myself again. Phil, on the other hand, was right on the verge of laughing all the way downstairs. He wouldn't look at me at all which was funny in itself.

When we got downstairs, there was some big disturbance. Everyone was standing at the windows looking down the slopes toward town.

"I wonder what's going on." Mom asked.

"The police are down there." A young girl near us had said.

I suddenly got a very sick feeling in my stomach and in a flash, I realized that Phil must have done something very, very bad yesterday. I cannot explain how or why I knew this, I just did. I looked to Phil, who was looking toward the windows anxiously. Of course, nothing seemed funny to either of us anymore.

This big guy who was walking our way, paused to tell my parents, "Apparently a couple of the ice performers got themselves locked in the big ice vault yesterday. They were stuck in there all night." He laughed as he said it like it wasn't such a horrible thing.

Mom's emotional response was, "Oh dear! I hope they're all right!"

The big guy shrugged his shoulders, "Haven't heard. But they have been down there since before dawn."

We all assumed that when he said, `they', it was in reference to the police and fire department.

"If it's like my uncle's walk in freezer, those things are air tight. Then they might not be so well off." Phil said. It wasn't so much what he said, but how he said it that gave me goose bumps.

I glanced cautiously to mom and dad to make sure they hadn't picked up on Phil's concealed meaning. Thankfully they didn't seem to notice.

My stomach was twisting itself into a knot so tight that if I'd had any food in my gut, I probably would have thrown up on the spot.

I looked to Phil again. He was trying to stand on his toes to see but we were too far from the windows.

Wanting to find out what he knew, I asked my parents, "Can we go look?"

"Yes, but don't be too long." Mom said.

Dad patted my back as if he were giving us his permission, then added, "We're going to go get a table. Five minutes and then I want you both to come join us."

"Did you lock them in?" I whispered to Phil once we were far enough away from my parents.

"What?" He asked. The tone of his voice told me instantly that he had.

"PHIL?!" was all I could say as I was too shocked.

"I told you that I'd make them pay for what they did to you." He said very softly while looking out the window and down toward all the red and blue flashing lights.

He and I were talking so softly that only we could hear each other even though we were surrounded by other people.

"They look like toys from way up here." Some pimple faced kid observed.

He was right, the police cars and the fire trucks looked like Match Box cars only smaller. Oddly, their red and blue lights flashing, amidst the snow covered slops and trees, was kind of festive and Christmas-like.

Looking up at Phil again, he had this darkness about him as he spoke so softly that I almost didn't hear him. "I hope they froze to death!" he scowled as his words came out icy cold.

He then took my hand and commanded, "Come on, let's go." And proceeded to drag me from the window and back the restaurant.

Jerry wasn't on duty when we walked back. Some girl I hadn't seen before had taken his place. When we told her that we were looking for my parents, she told us to just go in and find them.

"I like Jerry better!" Phil said off-handedly.

All through breakfast, Phil was acting... well acting normal. He wasn't upset, or angry, or anything like I thought he might be. I mean, he'd locked two people in a freezer overnight. For all we knew, they could have frozen to death, or even suffocated.

As breakfast continued, something in me started to change. I mean, it was something in the way I looked at Phil. The more I thought about what he did and what Felix and René did... well... I'm not sure I understood what was going on inside of me. The best way that my immature mind could relate to it was, and I know how corny this must sound, but it was kind of like all those Disney princes movies. The Princes always falls for the handsome prince after he risks his life to save her. Yeah well, I was the princess and Phil was my prince. Ugh, I was right, it is corny as hell but accurate. I started seeing him, not so much as a friend from school, but more like a hero who took on those who tried to hurt me. The more I looked at him, the more I started to see him as larger than life. Godlike even!

After breakfast, the four of us went skiing. However, I never once let Phil get more than a few feet away from me. I wanted to be near him every single second of the day. I mean, I'd never in my life had someone do something so... well evil, just to protect me.

We enjoyed ourselves and skied until lunch time. While at lunch, Dad told us that there was something in town that he and mom wanted to go to and afterward that, we'd start the drive back home. It was some sort of Folk Art thing which sounded deathly boring. Neither of us wanted to go, so we begged them to let us stay at Hollister while they went by themselves. Phil even got on his knees in the middle of the common area with dozens upon dozens of people looking on as he pleaded. My parents were not keen on the idea of having to come all the way back up to the lodge to get us, but they eventually caved and we got to stay.

For the first half of the day, it had been colder than the rest of the weekend and it even snowed a little. About an hour after mom and dad left, Phil and I found ourselves back on the slopes but the weather took a turn for the worst... or should I say for the better? I guess it's a matter of perspective. For mom and dad, it was worse. For Phil and I, the heavy snow fall was a gift from heaven!

At first, it was dreamy storybook snow, romantic even, but then it started getting crazy with the wind and the blinding, stinging snow. A lot of people stayed out for a while, but then it got so bad that Hollister had to close all the slopes and everyone had to come inside for their own safety. The lodge got so crazy and crowded that there was no place to sit by the fire places so Phil and I decided to return to our suite so we could enjoy our own private fireplace up there. We sat watching the snow storm outside the balcony door, marveling at the complete whiteout.

"Bet we will be staying here again tonight." Phil observed.

But I had other things on my mind... namely my parents. "I'm going to call mom and dad and see if they are all right."

I went to the room and fished out my cell phone from my suitcase. Since it had been on silent mode for the past two days, there was no way I could have known that mom and dad had called seven times already. The battery was also getting low so I plugged it in while I called mom.

She answered with alarm in her voice, "LEVI? ARE YOU ALL RIGHT? I'VE BEEN CALLING AND CALLING!"

I switched my phone into speaker mode so Phil could hear.

"Mom, my phone is on silent here! Remember?" I said in a tone that normally would get me into trouble with her.

 

Now, the last time I used that tone with her, she didn't punish me in the normal way which was to take away my phone, or games, or computer, or ground me for a few days. No she did something far, far worse. I'd mouthed off as she put it, on a Friday right after school. Then about 4AM the following Saturday morning she had snuck into my room, changed the time on my bedside clock to 8:47AM and then set off the alarm. I woke to find her coming in looking harassed.

"Levi your alarm has been going off for over an hour! You are late for school!"

In my dazed state, I jumped out of bed and began to dress while she went to put on her robe so she could drive me to school. Half-dressed, I started to run to the bathroom to comb my hair, but mom stopped me by telling me there wasn't time and pressed a ball cap onto my head, covering my extreme bed-head.

She rushed me to the garage and into the car. I was so tired that I fell back to sleep right after I buckled myself in. She then started the car, opened the garage door and drove me to school. As she was pulling up in front of the school, she quickly slammed on the breaks. If I had not put on my belt, I would have busted my face on the dash.

She then began to yell, "GO! GO! YOU ARE SO LATE! Everyone is inside already!"

I was so tired that I didn't even realize it was still dark outside. I climbed from the car saying a quick, "Thanks mom, love you," and closed the car door.

As soon as the door was closed, she took off fast.

I wish I had figured it all out right then, but I didn't. I ran to the doors of the school and couldn't understand why they wouldn't open. I was banging on them and shouting. That is when I caught the attention of the school custodian who came to the door, and without opening it, asked what I wanted.

"Let me in, I'm so late for class!"

"It's Saturday Kid!"

You'd think that it would have been here when I finally realized that I'd been pranked, but no.

"Come on please, just open the door! I'm so going to get detention for this!"

The janitor then put his face close to the glass and spoke slowly, "HEY SHIT FOR BRAINS! TODAY IS SATURDAY!" he was shaking his head slowly from side to side as he continued, "THERE IS NO SCHOOL ON SATURDAY!"

"Huh?" I grunted to the man in a very un-Einstein manner.

He then waved me off dismissively and went back to cleaning.

I stood there staring stupidly at the door for about twenty seconds before it hit me.

Turning, I shouted, "MOM!" so loud that snow fell from the nearby tree limbs. I then began to run home.

Okay that wasn't the worst of it. Somehow, word of what had happened got around to EVERYONE at school before the start of classes on Monday morning.

I was teased so ruthlessly that I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Even my friends gave me a hard time about it.

When I got home, I was so mad that I couldn't even speak. I walked into the house and into the kitchen where mom was washing a pan.

She turned to me and simply said, "Maybe the next time you feel like talking to me with that smart mouth of yours, you'll think twice." And that was all she said.

It took days for the tormenting at school to die down but there are still times when the story rears its ugly head. A lot of people tell the story while I am right there and don't even realize I'm the one the story is about.

 

"Oh... OH! RIGHT! His phone was on silent." mom said and I assumed she was talking to dad right then.

I then heard dad say, "I am pretty sure I said that about five times."

"Baby it is snowing down here so bad that we're stuck at the International House of Pancakes." Mom explained.

"Yeah, it's snowing real hard here too." Phil said back.

I then added, "They closed down the slopes so everyone came inside. Phil and I are in the suite by the fireplace because it is too crowded downstairs."

"As soon as this lets up, we'll be up to get you." Mom said.

She then said all the normal things that moms say in similar situation, stay inside, don't answer the door for strangers, don't run with scissors, etc.

Then dad added, "And no wild parties!"

"We heard!" Phil chuckled, "And don't worry, I'll make sure Levi is a good little boy and eats all his vegetables!"

"Mom, can I have permission to punch Phil in the nose?"

"NO FIGHTING!" Mom said in her MOM voice but we also could hear her and dad laughing at the vegetable wisecrack Phil made.

"You boys behave, and don't tear the place up!" she warned.

We both heard dad in the background, "If you two get hungry, order room service and stay in the room."

"Oh that sounds fun!" Phil said.

"We'll call again later." Mom said, "Love you baby."

"Love you both!" I said and then we both hung up.

"We have the place to ourselves for a while." Phil said kind of flatly, followed by a robust, "WE HAVE THE PLACE TO OURSELVES!" and proceeded to laugh maniacally.

"What do you want to do first?" I asked excitedly.

"We could go see what's going on downstairs." He suggested, "Have some dinner too!"

I shook my head, "Too crowded." I then added, "Besides, mom and dad said to stay inside."

"Oh yeah." Phil grunted thoughtfully.

"We could order ice cream to be brought up!" I said tantalizingly.

This time it was Phil who shook his head, "Too cold for ice cream again, but I could go for something hot and sweet like you!"

"PHIL!" I laughed as he tickled my ribs.

And of course that one tickle led to a tickle fight which led to wrestling, which led to me lying on the sofa with Phil sitting on top of me. He'd learned his lesson from the last time he sat on my chest because this time, he was far enough back that I couldn't lift my head and bite his dick off. He was playfully slapping my face and then he'd reach back and tickle me, then slap, then tickle. It was sheer torture and yet I was laughing through it all.

"SSSTTTOOOOOOPPPPP!" I whined and begged and laughed.

I managed to get one hand free and grabbed his nipple through the sweater, shirt and undershirt he was wearing. Despite the multiple layers, I got a surprisingly good hold on it too.

He pulled my hand off, hurting himself more in the process.

"OUCH, THAT HURT!" He complained, "No Purple Nurples!"

"Serves you right!" I laughed.

Grabbing both my wrists, he pushed them up over my head. This put his face quite close to mine.

I snapped at him like I was going to bit his nose off. He flinched and laughed.

"Don't you dare bite me!" he warned.

"Then let me up!"

"I don't want too." He teased.

There was a long moment where he just held me down and looked into my eyes before he asked, "Why'd you kiss me yesterday?"

I felt my face flush with embarrassment as I tried to shrug but couldn't.

"I don't know." I said softly.

He smiled again, "Yeah you do."

There was another long moment of just looking at each other before he lowered his head and...

I wondered who invented Kissing. I mean, there had to be someone in history who was the first to think of placing their lips against another person's lips. I had heard that there are cultures around the world that do not practice the art of lip to lip contact. So if kissing is not universal, then someone must have invented it. I actually posed this question to my Health Teacher a couple weeks later. She found the question intriguing and right on the spot, pulled out a tablet computer to search online. We learned that Vaughn Bryant, an anthropologist at Texas A&M, had traced the first recorded kiss back to India, somewhere around 1500 B.C., when early Vedic scriptures start to mention people `sniffing' with their mouths, and later texts describe lovers `setting mouth to mouth.' From there, Bryant hypothesizes, the kiss spread westward when Alexander the Great conquered the Punjab in 326 B.C.

I told my Health Teacher, "If I ever get the chance to meet someone from India, I'm going to be sure to thank them!"

As I lay beneath Phil and looking into his eyes, I felt his heart beating against my chest and I felt his hot breath on my face.

Phil lowered his head and softly placed his lips against mine. In that instant, my body began to tingle all over. The kiss, though only two, maybe three seconds long was the best kiss ever!

As Phil's lips left mine, he pulled away enough to judge my reaction. I'd had my eyes closed during the kiss, but when I felt him stop, I had opened my eyes to look at him. Seeing the look in his eyes, I could sense him questioning whether he had done the right thing or not. I gave him my answer by lifting my head to reengage our lips.

At thirteen, the little I knew about sex came from the internet and close friends. I'd say that 90% of what I knew was 100% wrong. I knew Phil was so much wiser and experienced when it came to the opposite sex. I was still a bit confused. Despite what had happened in his basement, and everything that's happened since then between us, I still had no idea what Phil's sexual orientation was. I mean... well... was he wired like me?

I'm not sure exactly when the two of us ended up shirtless on the sofa, but when Phil stopped to turn up the gas fireplace, I became awkwardly aware of our semi-nudity.

I guess his kisses had somehow hypnotized me. The feel of him on top of me was captivating. His bare chest against mine, feeling his racing heart thumping, the way his heaving abdomen pressed against my crotch, it was mind-altering!

I didn't know it at the time, but he was taking things slow. He knew I was inexperienced and he didn't want to scare or hurt me. He later confessed to me that it drove him mad, having to go so slow.

We'd been making out on the sofa for a while but I had no idea how long until my phone, which I had switched to vibrate mode and set on the table beside the sofa, began to buzz, displaying the time on its tiny screen.

"Oh! That's probably mom and dad!" I said and though I could feel his reluctance, he lifted himself off me to let me answer it.

I was standing there sweaty and partially out of breath when I answered my phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello Levi, it's your dad."

"Oh hi Dad, what's up? Are you and mom having a good time? Are you on your way back?" I asked hoping he would say no to my last question.

I was running my sentences together and must have sounded guilty because Phil was waving at me and mouthing, "Stop! Calm down!"

There was a pause from dad which I learned from the past was his way of keeping from saying the wrong thing to me. At the time, I had no idea just what it was he was holding back.

"It's looking like we are going to have to stay here in town tonight." Dad finally said.

"REALLY?" I all but shouted at the idea that Phil and I were going to get to stay in the suite overnight... and ALONE!

"What?" Phil asked impatiently.

"Oh, hang on Dad. Let me put you on Speaker. There! Phil wanted to hear too."

"Hi Mr. Lorret." Phil said.

"Hello Phil. I was just telling Levi that his mother and I are not going to make it back up there tonight. The roads are being closed down and a level-3 snow emergency for the entire lower half of the state was just reported on the radio."

"Are you going to have to sleep in the car?" Phil asked.

"What's Level-3 emergency mean?" I asked.

"Nooo!" dad chuckled at Phil's question, "We rented a room at the Motel here in town. Couldn't get the car here, so we had to walk too. But it was only a couple blocks."

"And son, a Level-3 emergency means that no one is allowed on the roads unless it is an emergency."

"Is mom alright?" I asked.

"Oh sure. Nothing a warm bath can't fix. Have you boys ordered dinner yet?"

"Actually we were just about to when you called." Phil lied.

I mouthed, "LIER!" to him and grinned real wide.

Phil reached out and grabbed hold of me by the front of my belt and pulled me close. It was all I could do to keep it together as he leaned in and started to lick my belly button.

"I've already talked with the Hollinger hotel staff and arranged to keep the room for another night." Dad said, "I've also told them of our situation down here."

He then took on a serious tone, "I want to ask a favor of you both."

I was struggling to keep from gasping or laughing because it tickled so much.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I need you boys to stay in the suite. Don't go out for any reason at all. If you need food or anything, call room service. That's what they are there for. Just don't go crazy and put me in the poor house!"

Dad laughed at that last bit, but I could tell he was also being very serious.

Phil removed his tongue from my belly button and said, "Sure, Mr. Lorret. It's totally cool! We've been hanging out here already and playing games on our phones."

Again, I mouthed to Phil, "You are such a liar!"

"That's good! If you get bored, my work laptop is in my bag in the bedroom and there is a power adapter in there too so you can watch Netflix. Just keep the volume down and don't go downloading a bunch of porn!"

I blushed a deep red at just the suggestion of it. Thankfully Phil, being quick witted, had a good comeback.

Talking almost as though he was reading a line from a script Phil said, "Well Levi! So much for the two of us having any fun tonight!"

I picked up on his play acting and added my own, "Yeah! Gee-Wiz, we might as well go to bed early if we can't watch any porn.

"HEY! Don't think for a second I won't beat you're your ass... I mean butts boys!" Dad said threateningly to us.

We both laughed loudly to appease my father.

Phil's hands were on my backside, playing with my pockets as he added, "We'll be good little boys Mr. Lorret! Cross our hearts and hope to die!"

"Uhuh!" Dad grunted unbelievingly, "Keep it up and you just might!"

"We'll call sometimes tomorrow. Behave yourselves and don't get too wild and crazy." Dad said and then told us goodbye.

"Bye Dad!" I said.

"Stay warm Mr. Lorret!" Phil added.

After turning off the phone and dropping it on the table Phil and I commenced to jumping on the sofa and cheering.

"WE HAVE THE WHOLE PLACE TO OURSELVES FOR THE WHOLE NIGHT!" I shouted.

"We can do anything we want!" he added.

I then asked, "What should we do first?"

"Let's get some food! I'm starved!"

I grabbed my crotch with both hands and said, "I got something right here for you to eat."

I have no idea where that came from and it even surprised the hell out of me.

Phil laughed, "I said I was hungry. I want a full meal, not just a tiny snack."

"WHY YOU!" I shouted and I pounced on him, causing him to fall backward on the sofa.

I commenced to tickling his naked ribs. Phil was helpless as he fought and laughed and wriggled to try to get away.

"STOP! STOP! PLEASE STOP!" he begged.

Somehow he ended up on his stomach while I was tickling him, even though I had been sitting on him. He was kicking and squealing like a little piglet but I didn't stop.

When I had spun around to grab his foot and tickle it, he let loose of a long and loud, "LLLLEEEEEVVVIIIII!"

It was all I could do to hang on to his foot.

"NO! NOT THE FEET!" he demanded, but that didn't stop me.

"OH MY GOD NO THAT TICKLES SO...."

I was sitting on his lower back holding tightly to his left foot as he tried to get away. I got the idea that he'd been acting a bit as I tickled his ribs, but his foot? Now that was really his vulnerable spot.

"LEVI! PLEASE STOP!" He cried out.

His right foot came up fast and hard and clocked me right on the chin. It was the very same spot that just two weeks ago had been busted open on his concrete basement floor.

I fell backward, slid backwards off him and down onto the floor with a hearty thump. To say I saw stars would be an understatement. I saw whole galaxies swirling about my head.

Now I didn't cry, but shit, I sure wanted too. It hurt so fucking much!

Phil realized instantly what he had done. He tried to get me to let him see my chin but I wouldn't move my hands away. I just lay there on my back, holding my jaw like I was trying to keep it attached to my skull.

He had straddled me in the kneeling position and was leaning over with his face real close to mine so when I moved my hands, I was able to lean up and kiss him real quick.

"SHIT LEVI!" He cussed and slapped my naked chest hard, "I thought I really hurt you!"

"You did! That fucking hurt like hell!" I laughed through the pain.

"Holy fuck!" he said, running his hands though his hair, "You scared the shit out of me!"

"Serves you right for kicking me in the face!" I said as he got off me and helped me to my feet.

He wiped at his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"Were you crying?" I asked, still holding my chin.

"Shut up and let me look at it to make sure it isn't bleeding."

I removed my hand and he got real close. Then he reached out to touch it.

I recoiled from the pain.

"OUCH! DON'T TOUCH IT!"

"Sorry!" he quickly apologized and told me it wasn't bleeding at all but to be safe, he suggested we put some ice on it.

We ordered room service, which was surprising quick in being delivered. While Phil went down the hall to get ice from the ice machine, I went into mom and dad's room to get dad's laptop. I had it plugged in by the time Phil got back but we didn't turn it on until after the food came. I didn't want us to get in trouble for having a computer on at Hollinger.

"Did you go out there without your shirt on?" I asked.

Phil looked down and then said, "Oops! I didn't even think. It's your fault!"

"My fault?" I asked.

"You shouldn't have eaten my brains!"

I got a good laugh from that.

 

We didn't order anything fancy. Just two Moose burgers, potato wedges covered in melted cheese, and apple pie. We both ordered Mountain Dew expecting that we'd get a glass or 20 ounce bottle each, but they brought a full 2-liter bottle. They should have known better than to give two teenagers that much caffeine and expect us to not get into trouble!

It was all delivered by none other than Jerry the Host.

"JERRY!" I cheered when I opened the door to the suite.

Jerry saw me holding the rag of ice to my chin and asked if I was alright, "Yeah, just bumped it again."

I didn't even think about the fact that Phil and I were shirtless until I caught Jerry looking and drooling at Phil's half-naked body. Every time Phil wasn't looking, Jerry was checking him out.

When Jerry realized I'd seen him, he blushed so red that I thought he was going to pass out until I smiled and gave him a knowing wink.

You see, there is only one other person on this planet, besides Phil, who knows my lustful secret about Justin Bieber and that is Jerry. The second to the last time I came to Hollister with my parents, before their divorce, I'd been talking to Jerry when he showed me a picture of him getting to meet Justin Bieber after a concert.

Jerry had said, "He might be a good singer, but his body is what drives me wild!"

And I then said, without thinking, "Me too!"

Jerry then looked at me, smiled and gave me a high-five saying, "Good for you Levi!"

I had let my deep dark secret slip in front of Jerry and I got real concerned until he leaned down and whispered, "We'll keep that our little secret okay?" He pretended to lock his lips with an invisible key and then took my hand, turned it palm side up, placed the key there and then closed my fingers around it.

I think that is when I really started to like Jerry better than anyone else at Hollister. He's just so cool!

Anyway, Jerry brought in our food and the two of us kept giving each other knowing smiles of which Phil seemed to be completely oblivious too.

The food was on this cart thing where the four sides fold up and click into place, turning it into a small table. He then took the two chairs, which sat on either side of the sofa and fireplace, brought them to the table and set them there.

It was then that Phil asked, "Hey Jerry?"

Jerry, remembering that Phil had teased him earlier responded with, "Yes Jethro?"

Phil got a good chuckle from that, "Do you know what happened to those two that were locked in the cooler?"

Jerry got a grayness about him as he stood upright, held his hands in a pious custom and studied us both before he walked over to the door. I thought he was going to leave but then he stopped and closed the door, with himself still inside our suite. He then walked back over to the food cart, still holding his hands like some devout priest and began to speak in quiet, solemn tones. It was like having a conversation with an undertaker.

"You didn't hear it from me, but it was the two from Germany who were brought in especially for the holiday ice spectacular next month. They had only been here a week and already there were several complaints from guests concerning those two." Jerry was going on like he had been holding all this in all day and was relieved to finally be able tell it to someone. "If you ask me, they got what was coming to them! They give us German's a bad name!"

"I didn't know you were German!" I stated robustly to Jerry, who seemed to snap out of his creepy-deathly way of speaking and acting.

Sounding like the Jerry I know and love, he did a flamboyant finger snap, laughed and said, "Oh yes! All my life!"

Phil and I both chuckled politely even though it was a lame joke.

"Actually I am only one-quarter German on my mother's side."

"Were you born in Germany I asked?"

"Oh forget all that!" Phil said impatiently, "Tell us about those guys! What happened to them?"

"Easy Jethro! Don't get your banjo strings in a knot!" Jerry teased, "Well, apparently Wolfgang and Fritzy as they are known on stage were in the ice locker when someone closed and locked it yesterday."

"Someone purposefully locked them in?" Phil gasped and I have to give him props, if I didn't know better I would have believed his sincerity too.

"Oh no, not on purpose! I mean, I would hope no one that works here would do something like that. Well," he put a hand to his chest and again snapped his fingers, "I certainly would have, but that's between you and me and these four..." he looked around the room, "five, six, seven... Good lord this room has a lot of walls!"

"Yes and ears too!" Phil joked.

"Oh don't get me started on the wall!" Jerry said and I wish he would have told us what the heck he meant by that.

He went on, "At any rate, the police believe that since yesterday's show was the last show before Thanksgiving, apparently, one of the other staff hadn't checked the ice locker before closing and locking it."

"Did they die?" I asked. To be truly honest here, I have to say that, part of me wanted him to say yes, and another part, which was worried about Phil, wanted Jerry to say no.

Jerry shook his head like he was disappointed they weren't. "No, they both survived. But they had been locked in and were not found until early this morning."

Jerry reached down and stole a pickle slice off the side of my plate and popped it in his mouth. I don't even think he knew he'd done it.

He went on to say, "Someone reported hearing sounds coming from the freezer this morning. No one had the key to the lock as Nigel left last night to spend the holiday with his family."

I didn't ask, but I assumed Nigel must be the guy in charge.

"The police came and when they couldn't get it open, they called the fire department..." Jerry stole another pickle and I glanced at Phil who was smiling because he'd seen the pickle theft too, "and they had to cut the lock off."

"And they were not dead inside right?" I asked again, just to be sure.

Jerry waved me off dismissively, "Although they were suffering from severe hypothermia and frostbite, and may lose a few toes and fingers, they did survive their very cold night."

Wow, it was painfully clear that Jerry had no love for those two either.

"Do they know who locked them in?" Phil asked.

"No, they didn't see. No one seems to know who locked the door last night. Everyone was asked, but most said they noticed the ice locker was locked and assumed one of the other stage hands had closed it up."

Jerry then clapped his hands which startled Phil and me.

"Forgive me! I am going on and on while your dinner is getting cold!"

I almost said, "Yeah and my pickles are all gone too." But I didn't.

We thanked Jerry for dinner and for letting us know what had happened. And right before he left he said, "If you need anything at all, you call and ask for me all right?"

"Okay! Thanks again Jerry!" I said with a smile.

The minute the door was closed I turned and threw myself at Phil, hugging him so tightly.

Phil asked, "You want to hug or eat?"

I pulled away but didn't release him, "Can we do both?"

He leaned his head down and kissed me passionately as his hands reached down, cupped my ass cheeks and squeezed, causing me to moan with pleasure.

He broke the kiss while saying, "If I don't eat that burger, I might just have to eat this!" he had snuck a hand around and grabbing my crotch, causing me to leap within his embrace.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

 

If you are enjoying LEVI then please let me know. You can email me at m12@thedoghousemail.com

 

Once again I would like to thank Paul S. Stevens for his help with proofing this chapter. Without his help, this story would not read nearly as well!!!!

 

And be sure to check out my other books...

 

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Alvin Ever After – A four part novel series chronicling the life changing events of a young California surfer boy named Alvin who has been uprooted and transplanted clear across the country to Maine?

In the first novel you will journey with Alvin and his parents as they travel east, encountering many adventures and people along their way.

The second novel tells of Alvin's new life in Maine as he and his parents struggle to make a new life for themselves.

The third novel tells the tale of a terrible tragedy which rocks Alvin and his family at its core. Friends and loved ones will flock to Alvin and his family's side as everyone struggles to come to grips.

The final novel in the series, which is coming very soon to Nifty, will see Alvin making a life changing decision and sets out on a new adventure across the country as he attempts to return to California again.

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I have a blog which I update with information about how work on my stories is coming along. It's a good way to find out what I've been up to and what stories I am working on. You can find it at www.talkhard.5u.com

 

And be sure to keep a watchful eye out for

Levi

Part VI

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