Monday Morning I was still confused, lost, and perplexed;
WHAT had
happened? Was it officially over between Austin and I now
because `He'd
'decided it? What gave him the damned right to decide a
SECOND time to end
our relationship? Did
He have any right to give me away? Would
this make
it ok between Jason and I now? Should I even fucking care?
I was working on the
drive through windows with Marika that morning, She
knew something was wrong and by
her. She asked me a bunch of questions all of which I
answered with a shrug
and "I don't know."
Finally she shook her
head and said, "Child, I bet you are one good singer
cause you have one SERIOUSLY fucked up life right now."
I grinned at her and
said, "Yeah, well you sing too, so how screwed up is
your life?"
"I sing Gospel baby, all I need is faith and the HOLY
spirit." She said
with a fierce grin.
"Too bad, I could really use a back up singer, you want
me to help screw up
your life? I'm really good at it."
"Baby, most a that ain't your fault.
heart." She said
with a deep southern accent. Sometimes
She sounded like
a character out of the Color Purple.
"I'm serious Marika, You wanna
perform on stage with me? My Friend
Phil is gunna join me with his Spanish Guitar, Saturday. I
bet we could do
some great music," I said enticingly.
"How are you gunna do Gospel
songs with a couple of guitars?"
Marika asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Well, I can play some Aretha,
Dusty Springfeild, maybe we could do
a little Toni Braxton?" I offered.
"You're serious?" She asked
as she lowered her head and fixed me a
sharp gaze.
"Come over to my house about
"Make it
confidently as our first customer pulled up.
"Deal!"
I got to my apartment
at a little after
messages. The messages were as follows:
"Alex, this is Ryan, I really
need to talk to you, I-I- We really
need to talk, call me back when you get home."
DELETE.
"Dude, what the hell???"
Phil said on the next message.
"I had to tip the male stripper dude, so what's all
that about? I'll see
you in a while man."
DELETE
Jason's deep voice
was next, "Hey baby, Jorge and Henna called me and said
they'd like to get together with us on Thursday for dinner
and to see about
your new guitar. Oh,
and wish me luck, a talent agent called about a
possible job. I'll
tell you about it tomorrow."
And then in a sweet
voice he added "I hope you're doing better now
baby. I'll call you tomorrow." Then he made a kissing sound and hung up.
SAVE
The last message was
from Michael and was left only a few minutes before I
got home,
"You are a stupid bastard you know that? All he wanted to do was talk
dumbshit.
Do you have ANY control of your drama reflex at all? I hope
things work out
with Jason cause you just lost any chance you had with
a softer almost sweet voice he said,
"Call me when you get a chance ho."
DELETE.
I couldn't help it, I
got really angry with Michael, and I was almost
positive Ryan was behind
trying to make me look like the bad guy?
I stewed over this as
I made a grilled chicken Caesar salad with grilled
foccocia bread Mrs. Tremere had baked that weekend. I set the table for 3,
as I had no idea what time Phil was coming over. Marika showed up first
wearing a big blue and gold blouse with black pants that
looked stunning on
her full sized body.
She was neither fat nor average sized.
Marika was a
full sized woman whom carried herself with certainty and
dressed with
confidence. Sir
Mix-a-lot had a song about women built like Marika. And
Aretha paved the way for women who carried them selves like
her. After
waiting a few minutes we sat down to eat. Phil showed up a half hour later
and said he'd already eaten.
I helped unload a few
of Phil's guitars, as he had a whole collection and
I only had the one, which was broken. Phil and Marika hit it off great, as
they were both natural flirts and out-going, gregarious
people. I served a
white zinfandel as we sat down in my living room to get
comfy and get ready
to practice a little.
After bouncing a few
ideas around I asked Marika if she knew any Simon and
Garfunkle,. She didn't, but reminded me that I had said I
knew some Aretha.
I remembered then that Aretha had done a cover of Bridge
Over Troubled
Waters. Marika was
excited as she not only knew that song but had sung it
in church recently.
So Phil and I strummed around the piano parts and
actually made a decent little song by about
to find a good keyboard player to make that song sound right
along with
almost any other song Marika would sing. We agreed to meet at
next day as I was taking Mrs. Tremere out to dinner. Before he left, I
refunded Phil for the stripper he'd paid even though he
tried refusing. I
told him I'd tell him what was going on as soon as I figured
it all out.
They went home and I went to bed.
By
"concert".
Even Mr. Riley, our branch supervisor was going to come. I
gave Marika the sheet music and words before we left for the
day. I
quickly headed home to get ready to take Mrs. Tremere out
for dinner.
I checked on Mrs.
Tremere to see if she was getting ready before I went to
my apartment to shower. She was already doing her hair and
just called out
to me that she was nearly done.
After showering and
dressing in a nice sport coat and sharp slacks, I Went
over to Mrs. Tremere's apartment and knocked on her door,
She came out all
done up in a gorgeous light cream colored dress with gold
and mother of
pearl applets and beading across the material. She wore a strand of pearls
which looked stunning on her coffee and cream skin. [you
could say "rich
mocha skin" if ya wanna sound exotic] She carried a
small gold handbag and
had her hair up in a meticulous coif. I was wearing a basic white dress
shirt, dark slacks and sports coat. I felt as if I were slumming next to
her. But she carried
herself so well I would have seemed shabby even if
I'd worn Armani I took her to the Chart House in
probably the nicest restaurant this side of
reservations from work and we were seated as soon as we
walked in. I asked
her to pick the wine as I was just leaving my fraternity
beer days.
"So, you are using this
performance to get out of cooking lessons
yes?" She asked before tasting her wine.
I felt like a little
kid being scolded even though she hadn't changed her
voice an iota.
"I have to this week, you heard
us last night, we really need
practice. Next week I
will schedule a day to cook. How about next Tuesday?
I'll keep Tuesdays open till you turn me into Julia
Child." I offered
cheerfully.
"It is not enough time, but for
now that will do, later on I expect
more evenings from you. Oui?" She asked with a face and
voice of Jasmine
blossoms and diamond plate steel.
I laughed at loud and
said, "Why do you ask when we both know I don't have
a choice?"
She smiled at me with
a full grin and said, "So smart my Alex. I find that
most men like to believe they have a choice, I keep
forgetting that you are
sometimes a daughter as well as a son to me. What man would see things as
clearly as you?"
Just then a very
serious waiter delivered an appetizer of Risotto stuffed
portabella mushroom caps with smoked turkey topped by
broiled kasseri
cheese. Mrs. Tremere
seemed so happy as she ate without having to worry
about "pedestrian food";. Somehow I couldn't
picture her eating a Big Mac
or Taco
"So talk to me about Austin and
Jason Mon fils. ((my son)) You wear
your confusion like a big velvet cloak for all to see,"
Mrs. Tremere
observed before ordering a nice Pino Grigio. "You will like this wine
Alex, it is sweet and sharp and will make your fish taste
even better," She
said setting the wine list down to give me her full
attention.
"What is there to say Mon
Ch`eri? Austin left me without a bloody
word two months ago, then showed up this past weekend as if
nothing had
happened. I'm with
Jason now, he's gay, he's secure in his sexuality, he
makes me laugh, and he's bigger," I said-- then looked
up as our eyes
locked and we both started to grin.
"Taller, I meant taller!" I
giggled, then began to blush before
mumbling, "Well, that too!"
"I think Jason looks at you the
way you once looked at Austin,"
Mrs. Tremere offered.
"Austin is no more Mrs. Tremere.
He destroyed any chance we may
have had. Let him and
his girl friend spend the rest of their happy little
lives together," I said with perhaps a little too much
vehemence.
"Yeeeees, if you keep saying
that perhaps one day you might even
believe it is so." She said dismissively.
"Then what would you have me
do?" I pleaded like a four year old
asking for a cookie.
"Mon cheri, that is not for me
to say. This decision you must make
on your own. I think
though, that you have still to resolve things with
decision you must," she said as I poured our wine
I handed her a glass
of wine and moaned, "Can't I just send him an invite
to our wedding?"
"Mon fils, you are 27 now, you
may do as you wish. I just give you
my thoughts."
I took a drink of
wine, as I ran that around my brain.
"And you're right... I just don't want to hurt Jason,
if he knew I was
talking to
me."
Mrs. Tremere put her
hand softly on mine.
"You, Austin, even the precocious Jason, all are grown
men and will work
this out as adults non?."
I looked sadly into
her eyes, "I hope so Mon Ami, I hope so."
She smiled a warm
friendly smile.
"Dear,"
She said, placing her
hand over mine on the table.
"Every thought
you have, every emotion, you wear like a shiny set of plate
mail, a suit of armor.
If Jason does not sense your confusion and
hesitancy yet, he will soon.
I think part of being man, regardless of whom
you sleep with, is taking charge of these situations."
She removed her hand
after giving mine a quick loving squeeze.
"I wish I knew what to do, I
have these nightmares all the time
about Austin still, or Jason turning into Austin..." I
took a sip of wine
and reflected,
"Austin made a choice. How long am I expected to wait
for him to possibly
change his mind? It's been over two months."
"Alex, one day two months will
seem as two weeks, it's not so
long. I think that there is yet more to all this than you or
I know..." she
said.
I wanted to say
something but her look told me she had made up her mind
and arguing was futile. I finished my glass of wine as the
food was being
served. We each had beautiful pieces of wood grilled Ahi
tuna, seared
zucchini with sesame oil, and French gnocci with assiago
cheese and lemon
basil sauce.
"Are you coming to see us on
Saturday night?" I asked as I cut my
fish.
"Oui, I would miss you and Phillip
Mon fils? Non, I will be
there."
"Mrs. Tremere, how long has it
been since you were in France?" I
asked, changing the subject.
"Fifteen years. Since my husband
Onre died, I have had little
reason to go back.
Why do you ask, my Alex?"
"I was just wondering... we
always talk about me and my guys, we
don't ever discuss you finding a guy of your own. How come
you don't ever
go and find your own guy Mon Ch`eri? fifteen years is long
enough to morn,"
I said looking her in her hazel eyes.
"Alex, I am 57 years old. This
is your time, you find romance and
the perfect guy. I
have had my man and all the romance one woman needs in
a life time. You are
all the man I need now Mon Cher," she said sweetly.
"Ohhhhh Mrs. Tremere, I said a
man, not a little gay boy," I said,
putting my hand on the table in a grandiose show of solace.
Then I changed
my expression and sat upright with a grin. "That's
IT!" I announced with
satisfaction.
"You teach me to cook, cause
that's what you do best, and I'll find
you a man cause that's..." I fixed my imaginary tie,
"What I do best!" I
said with a self depreciative smile..
"But my beautiful Alex, what
will I do with another homosexual in
my life? You fill all my gay quotas, mon chere," She
said with a twinkle in
her eye and a smile on her lips.
"I was thinking something in the
over Forty straight category, if
that's alright with you of course," I said, stabbing a
chunk of fish and
dipping it in the sauce it was served in.
"You are trying to pass me off I
think Alex?" Mrs. Tremere asked,
grinning as she ate gnocchi.
"Nooooooo, I just think you
should have a guy to wine and dine you
when I'm off being naughty," I said, looking up at her
with a grin.
"Oui, but I think you are not as
naughty as you think you are my
sweet," She countered with a grin as she set her fork
down.
I held my glass up in
a toast to her, "To you meeting a nice guy and me
getting to be naughty more often."
We clinked out glasses
together and drank. Our conversation
next went to
food and what her plans were... She told me certain things I
should buy for
proper equipment.
Next then, we discussed everything from her family, of
which there were few left, to my music, which she liked
surprisingly. She
looked and acted like the classical and crooner type. Who knew she owned
Fleetwood Mac, every Motown album ever made, and Pink
Floyd. I commented
about how I needed to begin working out more than twice a
week if I wanted
to stay my size after eating this dessert and learning to
bake like
Mrs. Tremere.
After a long
leisurely dessert and coffee, we walked a bit to allow the
wine to burn off. We
listened to a French tape with Gregorian monks set to
rock beats called Enigma on NPR. We both agreed we were getting the cd's
Marika and Phil were
already at my apartment when I pulled up and we all
talked a little before Mrs. Tremere went home and we all got
ready for our
run through.
Afterwards, we worked on Dusty Springfield's `Son of a
Preacher Man'.
Marika's gospel
trained voice added a phenomenal sound to the song. I had
a basic folksy, Cat Steven's like voice. Phil only sung
background. But
Marika, would have stolen the show no matter what audience
we had.
Marika said a little
after the song. "I think I have a
keyboardist for
us, I'll try to get him over tomorrow, or maybe we can go
there."
She didn't say it,
but I think we all knew several of our songs, along
with her voice, required piano music at the least to
maximize it's
potential.
We were all quite
pleased with ourselves as we finished about 10:30, we
now had two songs worked out and would do another the next
day and one on
Friday... We planned to save our "group set" for
the last act, to end with
a bang. Although Phil
knew most of my songs and he'd accompany me wherever
he felt he could.
Wednesday I had a
lunchtime call from Michael. "Where
the hell have you
been bitch?" he asked with sincere annoyance.
"I got your message, I didn't
feel like talking with you since you
made yourself pretty clear.
`Happy Birthday' by the way, hope you liked
the new sheets." I had left the sheets at his apartment
when I ran out.
"Will you fucking grow up?
Christ, with all the action you've seen
lately, I know you have some balls," Michael said in
sincere irritation.
"Listen Michael, Mrs. Tremere
already convinced me I needed talk to
Austin. If he's staying with one of you, go on and send him
over," I said,
trying to counter his mood and trying to stave off my
temper. Twice in the
past the two had barely managed to miss destroying our
friendship.
"He took off after he saw Jason.
Ryan was there and he told me what
happened." Michael said simply.
"Fuck! Listen, I was just
avoiding talking to you because I've been
so busy with practicing for the Seattle Scene. And I'm really hating the
idea that I need to talk with Ryan still," I said with
sad resignation.
"What do you mean you're
practicing for the Seattle Scene?" Michael
asked confused.
"I played there last week. No
one at the party told you? I asked,
shocked it hasn't gotten to Michael, and then I remembered
his disappearing
act. I added quickly,
"Well maybe if Dan's dick hadn't filled your ears with
sticky stuff..." I
said snidely, but with a hint of humor in my voice.
"You are a hateful and jealous
bitch. All we did was discuss
Politics. And you
left right after we went in, how do you know how long we
were talking?"
"Well for one thing Michael, I
find it hard to believe you said
much since I saw his dick buried in your mouth. For another,
I knew the
stripper wasn't scheduled till 11:30, and Phil had to pay
him. Soooooo..."
I stated smugly.
"Was that you who locked the
doors?" Michael asked, apparently
dropping the denial line of defense.
"Who did you think it was?! Most
of the guys would have opened the
door and gotten everyone to look." I stated.
"Thanks I guess... So only you
know?" Michael asked.
"No, Ryan and Jason do too,
cause they were with me and I couldn't
hide my surprise in time, but I warned them not to say
anything."
"DAMN, I was wondering who it
was and why they didn't say noth'n.
Shit, I want everyone to know I finally got Dan--
Twice!"
"I know baby, but I'm pretty
sure Dan doesn't. Anyways, I'll call
you this weekend and I want every detail, so get your lies
in order. Talk
to ya soon," I said as I hung up the phone.
Nothing much happened
that day; we practiced and got a pretty cool version
of `Leaving on a Jet Plane.' Marika's trained gospel voice
was a new and
fantastic addition to that old standard. We also began practicing Toni
Braxton's Unbreak my Heart. Marika's friend was going to be
there Friday
with his key Board so we did what we could and Phil did a
wonderful job on
his Spanish Guitar.
Thursday morning, I
received a call at work from Jason, he was making sure
we were still going to meet up at the Seattle Scene after
work.
"Hey, I got some great news, I'd
like to take you out to eat before
we go guitar shopping ok?" Jason offered excitedly.
"What? What is it?" I
asked.
"A surprise sweetheart, which
means I can't tell you now! I'll tell
you all about it over dinner. Think of where you want to go,
some place
nice. I have a few ideas if you think of something,"
Jason said into the
phone, more excited than I'd ever heard him.
"Ok honey, I'll be down about
6:00, but I have to go, we're busy
and Mr. Riley is glaring at me. See you soon. (Sound of kissing)."
Work went by quickly
that day, Marika and I were gabbing and whenever
there wasn't a customer in drive through, we'd practice our
harmony. I
Asked Mr. Riley if I could come in an hour late the next day
and he agreed
with out comment. I
figured I might spend the night at Jason's.
I went home,
showered, and changed into some nice casual clothes as soon
as I left work. I
packed an overnight bag and was on the road by 5:45. On
the road down I was wondering how to tell Jason I was
thinking about
talking to Austin.
Jason was older, he was really easy going, I just to
hope he'd be ok with it.
I saw his car in the
parking lot as I pulled into the Seattle Scene.
When I walked in I
saw a small crowd and then saw Henna at the counter
waving to me. I
walked over to her and was about to kiss her the cheek
when a strong hand went over my eyes and a voice asked,
"Guess who, and
please don't throw me."
I laughed and felt
the large hand on my face, ran my fingers up the long
fingers, sniffed the air and said, "Hmmmm, I smell
fishy hands. It's either
Jacques Cousteau or Jason Brennan."
Then I ran my hand
over his arm and said with a big mischievous grin,
"Definitely
Jason."
I turned to kiss him
and he said,
"Sorry about
that, I was feeding the dolphins today and..."
*Kiss*
"...training one of the new
dolphins. It takes forever to get the
smell out."
*Kiss*
We kissed a second
then I remembered a trick Mrs. Tremere taught me.
"Henna, do you have any lemons and some cold
coffee?" I asked. Both she and
Jason gave me odd looks.
"Now that's a new one, never
heard of that drink before baby, but
yeah, we have both."
"Not to drink Henna, he washes
with the lemons and then soaks his
hand for a minute in the cold coffee, it'll remove the fish
smell."
So Jason went around
the counter and did as I said while Henna and I
talked about whom we were seeing after dinner. Although Henna and Jorge
had been invited, She said they were going to stay here
until we got back
and then we'd go to her friend 's house.
When Jason came back
he had his usual big ol grin on as he walked up to
me. I grabbed his
hand and sniffed it, then wrapped my lips around the
pointer and sucked it into my mouth as I looked up at him.
"Mmmmmmm, Jawa..." I
mumbled with my mouth full of finger.
"Man, you two are perfect
together," Jorge said as he walked in
from outside laughing. Jason and Henna laughed too as I let
Jason's fingers
slip from my mouth and yanked on his shirt so he'd bend over
so I could
kiss him.
"You decided where we're going
yet hon?" Jason asked after wrapping
his arms around me and lifting me to his face.
"Is there any place that'll let
me sit on your lap while we feed
each other?" I asked then kissed him softly.
"Yeah, but I wanted to eat
out," Jason said with a smirk.
"Little
Jason began laughing
hysterically and Henna and Jorge did too. Jason
finally said, "I owe Michael a dollar. He swore that
given any opportunity
you would always pick little
"How about Ichibon, over on
"That's cool, haven't been there
in a while," I said.
So we said goodbye
and I drove us to
away at all. After we were seated in a nice cozy corner,
Jason ordered
drinks then gave me a funny grin.
"What?" I asked.
"How'd ya like to date an
underwear model?" Jason asked with an
arched eyebrow and a grin.
Feeling the need to
be a little dense, I ignored the implication, "Well,
I'd be lying if I told you I hadn't been eyeing this
"International Male"
underwear model named David Johnson," I said off
handedly.
"What about a local underwear
model?" Jason tried again.
"Well sure, but I'm kinda dating
this fishy smelling dolphin
trainer now," I teased. He caught on finally and teased
back,
"Well Hell, I'm dating a rock
star, but I'd sure wanna date an
underwear model," he said, looking at the ceiling out
of the corners of his
eyes as he stuck his tongue into his cheek and tried to look
nonchalant.
"Are you trying to tell me
something or deflate my ego big guy?" I
finally asked him directly.
His face got a huge grin and he took my hand. "I'm
hoping to inflate your
ego baby, cause as of yesterday afternoon, you ARE dating an
underwear
model," Jason said with unleashed enthusiasm.
"Oh my god! How?! What?!
When?!" I began asking as the waiter came
over to take our order.
Jason turned to the
waiter and began ordering for us when I got too
excited, turned to the waiter and blurted, "My
boyfriend just got a job as
an underwear model, would you please bring us a realllllly
nice bottle of
wine and give us a few moments please?"
The poor waiter, a
nice enough looking guy in his 20s, probably my age,
blushed and said `sure', then left.
"That was a little rude
honey," Jason said. He was right and I
didn't even try to dispute that,
"But I want to hear all about
it, I want to tell everyone.! And I
can't believe you are taking me to celebrate! I should be
taking you
out. Well, I'm going to pay for the wine at least. I wish
I'd known, I'd
have gotten something really nice. So tell me all about it!" I blurted out
excitedly.
Jason got a bemused
`you are so cute' look on his face and said, "Well, I
did this photo shoot for a photographer a few years ago, he
did it for free
cause I let him take a lot of pictures he never showed in
his book," At
which point he shot me a knowing wink.
"Anyways, he sent it to an agency and I did one shoot
for a car add in
95. And anyway, I got this call to come in and try out for
an underwear add
for a local agency."
"YEAH???" I asked
encouraging him to continue.
Jason laughed at me
and added, "And, they had me come in and model some
underwear along with about 20 other guys, and they picked 4
of us to
use. I'll be in flyers in Sunday papers, catalogs, and
probably do a few
shows. And it pays
pretty good." He said grinning like he was on a drug
high.
"Baby, that is soooo awesome, I
wanna jump in your arms and kiss
you till you black out right now." I said in a low voice so I didn't
embarrass him any more than I had with our waiter, who was
brining a bottle
of wine back over.
When the waiter sat
the bottle down with two glasses, "I hope the two of
you enjoy this, Congratulations!" He said as he
skillfully poured our
glasses of wine.
He then took our
orders, which Jason gave. At first I was
a little upset
that Jason hadn't even asked me, then I realized he was
picking almost
exactly what I would have ordered. We'd talked about different types of
food and apparently he had listened better than I thought
and wanted to
demonstrate this fact.
I gave him a wink and a big smile when he was done.
"Did I do alright?" He
asked.
"Baby, you did awesome... I have
to figure out what I can do to
show you how much I care about you now," I said with a
big grin. I knew my
eyes were twinkling by the look on his face.
"Alex, you don't have to do
anything baby, I love to do things for
you. I love that kid-like look you get."
I blushed and batted
my eyes coyly and he laughed at me, then we talked
about my performing with Phil and Marika and about work. We
talked all
through dinner and when we were done, our waiter brought out
two tempura
fried cheesecakes and said, "I told our managers about
your celebration and
they want you to have this on the house." He said as he
sat them before us
and left.
"Well that's nice, we have to
try this more often!" I said with a
giggle.
"Quiet you, and eat your
cheesecake!" Jason said grinning.
We thanked the waiter
and asked him to thank his manager for us. After
we'd finished we gave him our credit cards, I insisted on
buying the
wine. Afterwards we walked around
headed back to the Seattle Scene.
"You ready to leave yet?"
Jason asked as we walked in. Henna handed
her keys to a young woman and gave her a few instructions
then the four of
us got in my jeep and were off to
When we got there we
waked up an old walkway to a canary yellow and gray
house that was probably built in the 1800s. The house had
been restored
wonderfully but the garden had had been allowed to revert
back to
wilderness. An older
hippie dressed in a Homer Simpson T-shirt invited us
into his front porch.
"Roscoe, how are you old man?" Henna asked as she
stepped and hugged the
guy warmly.
He hugged her back
then brushed his long silver hair out of his eyes.
"How ya doin' Jorge?"
He asked as he shook
Jorge's hand. Jason and I were
introduced and he
shook our hands and invited us into his house. It wasn't so much a house
as a workshop filled with woods and tools and workspaces.
"I make dulcimers, banjoes, and
guitars. Come on to my back room
and take a look at the ones I've finished," Roscoe said
with another wipe
to his forehead as he turned and walked to the back of his
house.
We went to the back
and in a large room, which must have been a dining
room at one point; Roscoe had shelves and displays full of
guitars.
"Go ahead and pick them up, try
them out and see which one you like
dude. Can I get anyone drink while he's looking?"
As I picked one after
another up, I saw a few really sharp guitars I
liked, ones with inlaid teak, mahogany, cherry and other
shaded woods.
Roscoe brought beers back for Jason, Jorge, and himself, and
Pepsis for
Henna and I. Then he
and the rest of them got stoned while I went from one
guitar to the next. I
played Dust in the Wind by
They were having a great time when suddenly Roscoe stood up
and told me to
follow him upstairs.
Up in a room that had even more guitars in it, he said,
"Hey Dude, you seem
to have a good ear, try out a few of these. If ya find one
you like, bring
it down."
Then he clapped me on
the back and went back downstairs. There
were some
totally gorgeous guitars up here, a couple of real show
pieces that looked
more like sculpture then musical instruments. So I brought my four
favorites down and into the dining room with everyone
sitting around. I
had 3 really fancy guitars, which I played first and everyone
seemed to
like, then I played a very plain guitar for a minute.
Roscoe got a big
smile across his cypress features.
"Ya know your shit man, that's
one of the best guitars I've ever
made, nobody takes it or even tries it cause it's so
plain. But it has a
perfect sound."
And it did. I ran
through a few songs, even singing a little before saying
this was the one I wanted.
"So how much this gunna cost
me? I asked, even though Henna and
Jorge had offered to pay, I figured I'd at least make the
offer.
"It's already been taken care of
Alex, you just hafta come back and
play every weekend." Henna said warmly.
I smiled and said,
"Actually, Saturday I'm coming down with two, possibly
three other performers.
We've been working on the show all week." So I
talked about Marika and Phil and possibly a keyboard player
coming down.
"If I knocked your socks off, Marika's voice and Phil's
guitar are going to
blow all your clothing off." I teased.
Jason came over and
nuzzled me where I was playing and said, "I'm not
taking my clothes off unless you do first!"
We stayed another
hour or so, while they passed a bowl around and got
stoned and I played my new guitar. I asked Roscoe if the guitar had a name
yet, he said it hadn't been baptized so her name wasn't set
yet.
"Does
it have to be a girl's name?" I asked.
Roscoe laughed and shook his head, "No man, just most
guitar players are
guys, and... you know?"
So I played
"Lovin that Man" and said proudly, "This is Jason." Jason
beamed and almost blushed.
Everyone else smiled. Finally we got ready to
leave and I thanked Roscoe several times before we left.
Back at the club we
stayed for a while and had our respective coffees and
I played a set of songs on my guitar for the audience and
Jason announced I
would be back Saturday for a longer evening. We each drove
ourselves back
to Jason' s apartment and I was glad that this time I
remembered walking in
and where everything was.
"It's
asked, as he carried my bag in and sat it in front of his
bedroom door.
"I don't know, what do you wanna
do?" I casually asked, taking a
close look around for the first time.
"Hmmmmmm, That depends on if
you're staying till Sunday or going
home tomorrow morning." Jason said as he walked up
behind me, grabbed me,
and pulled me against him.
"I can stay a little late
tomorrow, but I hafta go to work," I said
as I leaned against him and felt his body begin to shape
itself around me
blending into every contour of my form.
After a few moments I
was spun around and lifted by my ass till we were
face to face. "We better get to bed now then
Hmmm?" Jason asked, with a
dangerously sexy arch of his eyebrow and a predatory glint
in his eye as he
carried me to his bedroom.
I got a big grin then
kissed him, then as he opened the door I leaned in
and kissed him deeply. "Ok!" I offered enthusiastically.
He walked me up to
his bed and toppled like a tree, capturing me
underneath of him. "This weekend you are so mine, I
hope you like it down
there?" he said as he lowered himself to kiss me. I moaned my response as
I wrapped my arms and legs around Jason and pulled him to
me.
After a few minutes
of intense kissing and roaming hands, his hands slid
down the back of my pants, he lifted his head out of my
reach and grinned,
"No underwear?"
I grinned back and
blushed a little, "No, you're the underwear model
baby."
Jason grinned and
said, "You are so fucking adorable... I may not let you
leave tomorrow."
I looked up at him
with a coy grin, "Ok."
Jason looked down at
me with flaming eyes for a second then stood up on
the side of the bed and began stripping me. A moment later I
was writhing
on the bed as his very large hands ran from my face to feet
and back
again...
I looked up into
peridot green eyes and swooned as Jason threw off his
shirt and climbed back on top of me. He bent down and ran his tongue
around my sensitive ear lobe and said in a low gravelly
voice,
"I want you in so many ways, I want to spend all night
slowly screwing you
till you beg for me to let you cum. I want to find new ways I can show you
how much I care about you Alex. I want you; I want you to be mine. I want
you to think of me and get hard. I want you to think about me and panic
because you can't get to me soon enough. The same way I think about you."
And then we kissed
and kissed till our lips were sore and the temperature
in the room rose ten degrees. Not sure how much time passed, but when we
stopped, Jason was naked and rubbing his leaky cock all over
my belly and
thighs.
I reached down and
jacked him for a few minutes before he said, "I think
your friend wants to go inside out of the cold." And
then he gave me a kiss
and slid to one side while his hand rode down my body and
lifted my leg in
the air and brought it to my chest. "I love how limber you are, I have so
many plans for things we can try... God, I want you so
bad!!!" He said in
my ear with hot breath, making my toes curl.
I grinned up at him
and then slipped my hands off of him and laid them on
the bed over my head with my wrists crossed. "I'm all
yours big man."
Jason's head rose up
and he looked at my hands then back at my face and
his eyebrow arched in uncertainty, "Are you sure?"
Despite a lot of
reservations and a bad experience a long time ago, I
nodded my ascent. A
smile crept across his face and he reached over to his
top drawer and brought out something metal. One of my wrists was then
cuffed and then stretched over my head and passed through
his barred
headboard. My other
wrist was then cuffed and then Jason got off the bed
and looked at me cuffed to his bed.
"You are so damned hot!" he
hissed as he shucked my underwear and
licking my ears. He asked if I wanted my feet tied up too
and I guess my
eyes got a little panicky so he just smiled and climbed onto
the bed and
kneeled between my legs.
"Good, cause I love them wrapped around me or hanging
over my shoulder," he
said warmly.
I loved how he tried
making me feel. He was just a big blond
wave of sex
and passion that washed over me.
To give you an idea
of how large his hands were, with his palm in my
armpit, his fingers stretched almost to my elbow
"If I promised to feed you and
walk you before and after work,
could I just leave you chained here? You look so scrumptious
laying there
smiling up at me." Jason said before lifting my legs
and tossing them over
his shoulder.
"You keep this up and you might
not need any chains," I said
grinning up at him.
"Remind me to give you a
raise," Jason said as he lowered himself
to kiss me.
I grinned and glanced
down my body and caught his eye.
"Wow, you work
quick Sir!" we broke upon me with a passionate kiss;
and as he slid off me
to my side he got me so turned on kissing I was almost
oblivious to his
long finger playing at my hole. But the kiss was even more passionate when
it slid inside.
Jason amazed me,
where even I wanted to get on to the fucking soon, he was
so calm and so well paced.
He told me his favorite way to fuck was to take
all night and do it slowly... I just wondered if I had it in
me... the
patience I mean, there was no question about the other thing
in me.
Jason finally brought
his latex covered cock to my twitching and empty
hole. My toes curled
up and I melted into his bed as he slowly moved in
further and further.
This was going to be good. I
looked up into his
brilliant green eyes and felt I was being pulled inside
him. I tried to
wrap my arms around him but forgot they were cuffed.
"You look so damn hot that way
my little boy!" Jason said down at
me with eyes like fiery copper flames.
When Jason had sunk all
the way in, he stopped and began kissing me again,
deeply, running his huge hands up and down my side. I felt
like exploding,
my body didn't know how to react to all the stimuli. So I
screamed... Jason put his hand over my mouth and asked if I
needed
something to bite. I
nodded yes so he moved up a little and stuck his pecs
in my mouth. Ohhh,
how I bit and sucked and chewed on his nipple.
This
made him moan almost as loudly as I had.
Finally he began
actually fucking me, in and out, slowly, in total control
of every movement. It
was nice, I had to give him that. I had
a sudden
insight as to why he'd only needed a few clients.
After a long time, I
guess-- who knew how long this was going on. It
didn't much matter I suppose-- Jason pulled out briefly, and
uncuffed me.
We kissed for a few minutes and then he laid next to me and
lifted my leg
and came in from below and the rear. Jason lifted my leg like a ballet
dancer and slid in all at once, nice and smooth. His lower arm wrapped
around under my head and pulled me tight against him.
"This is one of
my favorite positions I only do with special guys," Jason
said in my ear from behind me as I arched my neck around and
he met my
gaping, gasping, mouth for a long kiss.
Slow and steady, like
a turtle's heart beat, Jason slid all the way in and
out, over and over.
My toes were curled and my mind was lost... Until
finally I realized he was picking up speed. So I turned my head and looked
in his eyes with arched brows.
"You need some sleep so you can
work tomorrow," Jason said with a
smile and a kiss.
I squeezed my ass
muscles together and made him smile down at me.
"Good boy, I like
that!" He said as he stuck his
tongue in my ear
and drove me crazy.
I did it every few
minutes and each time it made him kiss me.
Finally, I
tried to get my hand to my cock in time, but my explosion
ripped through me
like a surprise attack and sent sperm up past my head onto
the pillow and
then dribbled all over Jason's bed. This made him really pound his point
home and in a minute he was buried to the hilt in my ass and
hugging me
tight with my top knee pressed into my chest as he wrapped
me up and came
in his condom. Aside
from loosening his grip, we didn't move much at
first. He shuddered
several times, grunted softly, and growled a low
rumble into my neck.
"Come on, let's shower before
bed," Jason offered after several
long minutes of breathing heavy as he withdrew, leaving me
feeling empty
and vulnerable.
We did and kissed and
soaped each other up then toweled each other off. I
helped him change the bedding then went and got ready for
bed while he
closed down his apartment. After brushing our teeth we
kissed some more
then climbed under his down comforter and I lay in Jason's
big arms and
occasionally leaned my face in so I could kiss his chest.
"I am so fucking lucky to have
met you Jason, could I have asked
for a more perfect guy?" I said to the ceiling as he
stroked my hair
absent-mindedly.
"I'm the lucky one Alex, you
would have found a guy in a minute if
you'd wanted to," Jason said kissing the top of my
head.
"Well I wasn't looking and this
freaking underwear model comes up
and hits on me.
That's fucking lucky considering the mood I was in that
night."
Jason laughed.
"Well Yeah, you were in a major
pissy mood. But still, there was
something about you that just called, there's some part of
you that makes
guys want to protect you.
Even if you could beat us all up," he said
kissing me.
"I won't ever beat you up Jason,
unless you want me too..." I
snickered as I snuggled tightly against his chest.
"No violence, I don't ever want
to hurt you or be hurt by you."
Jason swore. It dawned on me what I had to tell him and I
shivered
inwardly.
"See, how lucky I am?" I
said changing my mood on a hairline pivot.
"Still think I'm luckier baby, I
get a cute guy, a smart guy,
funny, talented as hell, hard worker... sweet. I guess it's true what they
say about small packages," Jason said hugging me.
I reached for his
semi soft cock gently and squeezed.
"Yeah?
Not so much I think, I still prefer larger packages."
"Size queen."
"Na, I'd love it all the way
down to five inches. But you can
leave those extra four, don't loose those," I said
laughing.
"And ya know, it's not like you
aren't everyone of those things you
mentioned," I replied.
"Ok, funny and looks I grant
you, but except for training dolphins
or seducing old men, I have no real talents," Jason
said wistfully.
"Jason, do you have any idea how
many guys only half as good
looking as you have turned into flaming ass wipes before
they were out of
grade school? It's
like with most people, good looking and nice are
mutually exclusive.
It has to be a talent or gift that you are so
amazingly attractive, and still a genuinely nice guy."
I said as I picked
my head up to look him in his darkened eyes.
"I'll tell you the truth Alex,
good looks can be a curse as well as
a blessing," Jason said ruefully, "Do you know why
I was so attracted to
you at that party?"
"No."
"Because not only did you look
like you needed cheering up, but
because even after you knew I was gay you didn't start
treating me
different and hitting on me.
Alex, every other gay guy at that party but
you and Ryan were dropping hints and flirting with me. Hell, a lot of
women were too, including a wife. That's why I went outside to get away."
"Still Jason, that has to be
better then being unattractive and
never getting anybody."
"I don't know, at least ugly
people can have real friends, they
don't have to worry about being stalked. How many "ugly" people have been
victims of serial killers?" Jason asked.
"Never thought of that." I
hugged Jason tightly; I had accidentally
hit something inside him.
"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to
hit a nerve." I added,
"If anyone
stalks you or tries to hurt you, you know they have to go
through me first, right?
"I hope next time you're around
then baby," Jason said
mysteriously.
"Oh god Jason... I'm sooo
sorry... " I wanted to ask but he didn't
seem ready to get into it.
"Its ok Alex, You didn't know.
Lets get some sleep ok sugar?" Jason
asked.
I moved up and gave
him a long loving kiss as I lay across his chest.
"Night sweetie."
"I love you Alex, Night."
I got such a thrill
when he said that.
"Could I be any luckier?" I asked as I hugged him
tightly.
Of course after that
was a long time before either of us slept, but we
were quiet after that.
I slept soundly and
was having a dream about Jason, where he kissed me and
when I leaned back it was Austin with a bunch of Mylar
balloons. He began
laughing strangely and trying to hand me the balloons.
Fortunately it woke
me up to find Jason's alarm going off.
"I don't have to be to work till
2:00 today." Jason said. "And
I'm
not a French chef, but I could make breakfast if you want my
little sugar
pop!" He leaned over me and sucked on my ear a second.
"Gotta have my pops!" I
giggled as I rolled over trying to forget
that dream. I scooted
down and began nibbling on his right nipple.
"What
are you gunna feed me cheesy boy?" I asked between
sucking on his nipple.
"Keep that up and you're getting
a bowl of KY with latex," Jason
said, relaxing into his pillow with pleasure.
We somehow got
ourselves out of the bed eventually and he went to the
kitchen while I showered again. When I was done I walked out to find about
6 kinds of natural fiber cereal and milk with bowls on the
table, sliced
banana already in the bowls, and a pot of coffee being put
on the table.
"I'm sorry sugar pop, I don't
have any eggs or toast." Jason said
kissing the top of my head.
I grabbed some oat
and nut cereal and filled my bowl then got some coffee.
We got set up and Jason said, "I wish you coulda gotten
off today, I'd love
to take you to work with me."
"You wanna teach me to eat raw
fish?" I teased him with a grin.
"You already eat raw fish;
sushi?" he grinned.
"Oh yeah...."
We ate and bantered
good-naturedly and then brushed our teeth.
When we
finished, we went to his den and he sat in his big leather
chair and pulled
me onto his underwear-covered legs. No words, we just kissed and made out
for half an hour.
"If we don't stop, you're
showing for up work real late and walking
funny." Jason said in my ear.
"Mmmmm Hmmmmmm," I sighed
wistfully as he ran a hand over my ass.
"You coming back tonight after
practice?" Jason asked as he ran a
finger up my ass crevice.
"Keep that up and I'll skip
work, practice, bathing, reading my
mail, and eating..." I said in his ear as I lifted my
ass and clung to him
tightly.
"That a yes?" he asked as he withdrew his hand. "Come
on Alex, I
have something I'd like to do with you tomorrow before your
concert." Jason
added.
"Why are you asking me when you
won't give me a chance to say no?"
I replied leaning back so I could see his face.
Jason just grinned
and said, "You better get dressed sugar pop."
"That's what I thought," I
said with a grin as I slid off his lap.
On the ride to work I
basked in the glow of a great night of sex.
Even if
Austin had invaded my dreams and my thoughts as I tried to
figure out how
to tell Jason I needed to settle things with Austin. And how was this
concert going to work out tomorrow? God! What a potential for bombing.