To Serve and Protect II
A Change of Venue
By:
BJ Williams
(© 2013-2014 by the author)
Edited by: Gerry Young
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Introduction of the Characters
Andrew Butler, 35, and life partner with…
Michael Brady, 35, and Andy’s Neanderthal man.
David, age 20 is Michael’s biological son from a past adventure when he was 13 and a foster child at the girl’s parent’s house.
Thomas Sullivan, 52, is life partner to…
Dr. Aaron Smyth, 49, head of the Medical Center of Vermont.
Shane and Adam Sullivan-Smyth, age 18, are identical twins that Thomas and Aaron adopted because they were orphaned.
Jonathon Davis, 20, son of Billy Davis.
James Peterson, 23, Michael’s current boyfriend.
Theodore (Teddy) Vandercamp, 29, Andy’s neighbor and pretending boyfriend.
Chapter 4
Michael arrived home; the house was dark, quiet and worst of all, it felt lonely and empty of life. Although David kept a room there, he’d moved out and taken an apartment, which Michael assumed had been for privacy reasons.
He carried his suitcase upstairs, set it on the bed as he walked to the window. His mind drifted back to Vermont, to Andy, and how he looked that morning naked as he swam. He didn’t look one damned bit different than when he had left; if anything, he looked better. His smile was still quick, his eyes warm as whiskey. Maybe Andy was more confident than he had remembered, but his voice was the same, with just a husky, sultry edge. A lot about Andy was the same, he knew since he had seen much more of him than either of them had intended.
But the strangest of all had been his reaction when he had told Andy good night. He could have followed him easily. Memories of earlier days had flooded back to him as he had watched Andy walk into the bedroom and close the door on him. It had been almost frightening to realize how strong the urge had been to go after him. As if ten years could be washed away like nothing. He could have held Andy so very easily, made love to him. He remembered the way Andy’s lips parted when he was aroused, the smoky cast to his amber eyes, the way he moved. How he whispered in the darkness, cried out…
The phone rang, shattering the memories. He gave himself a rueful shake and turned in the darkness, picking up the phone and silently praying that it was …
He glanced at illuminated caller window that showed the caller’s name and number, it wasn’t him.
“Sweetheart?”
James. He wondered why he felt such an irritation with him.
“Yeah?”
“Well, what kind of greeting is that?” he murmured.
“Sorry, it’s just late.”
There was a second’s silence from James, and Michael realized in that small beat of time that James had called to make sure he was home and not out about town. It probably shouldn’t have bothered Michael, but it did … big time bothered him.
“What’s up,” Michael asked him.
“I just called to hear your voice,” James said softly.
Michael felt a twinge of guilt … and still the impatience. They had a relationship, yes, but he’d never given his life over to James. They didn’t live together; James maintained his own apartment in Ludlow, as well as a summer house on the cape, an inheritance from his grandparents.
“I’m sorry, James,” he murmured. “I’m really tired, and it is getting late. It’s … good to hear your voice,” he lied.
“How’s everything going?” he was fishing for information.
“Fine,” he replied, not taking the bait.
“Is he coming down?” There, he asked, because that was the sole reason he had called, Michael knew.
“Yes.”
Another silence ... James had been hoping Andy would turn him down in no uncertain terms.
“David is very anxious for us all to be together.”
James sniffed loudly at that.
“He’s coming with a friend, I believe. A male friend,” he hesitated. “A young and extremely handsome male friend,” he added.
“Oh?” he seemed much happier.
“Ummm.”
“I just wish I understood this obsession of yours with bringing him down to do that damn movie. We both know that the past cannot be relived, the dead cannot come back, and neither can a love whose fire has died … be rekindled. It’s a big mistake and the mayor should tell those Hollywood producers to go fuck themselves. Some things, like old loves, are better off left as they were, you know.”
“People don’t really change.”
“Sometimes they do,” he snapped.
“You may be right, but he hasn’t.”
“Well, I’ll try to understand all this nonsense.”
“Will you?” he inquired casually, though his spine stiffened.
He wasn’t going to be pressured, and James’ words sounded strangely like a threat.
“If you’re really unhappy with it, perhaps you should stay away until the movie is finished,” Michael soundly suggested, praying that he would.
“Oh no, you might need me,” James hastily said. “I have to do a gig in Boston next week, but I’ll return to your house just as soon as I can. I miss you, sweetheart.”
Michael hesitated. “I miss you, too,” he told James, lying again, caught up in his own tumult and glad James was not there.
James was a natural blonde, long, lanky and near perfect, with huge blue eyes, never-ending legs that ran up and became a rock hard, perfect ass. He had the ability to make love when necessary with the speed of a rabbit. He had no inhibitions; closets wherever; the kitchen counter; any floor space provided him an ample bed. At the moment, Michael was damned glad to be alone.
“Was the old troll good to you?”
“Andrew?”
“Yes, Andrew; was he good to you?”
“He was fine.”
“Did you recognize him easily? Has he gone bald or gained a ton of weight? Or maybe wrinkled and dried up like some old prune?” he suggested with a trace of humor.
“Actually, he hasn’t changed a bit, in fact, he’s gotten better,” he could almost feel James cringing over the phone.
“But he was decent to you?”
“I already told you, James, he was fine.”
“Well, that’s good. Of course, God knows, enough time has passed and maybe his nastiness has just decayed away.”
“Andy was never nasty … I was.”
“You said you fought like cats and dogs.”
“We did, but I’ve always been fairly difficult … demanding.”
“Really?” James muttered dryly.
“James, you will probably like my ex-husband.”
“Why … do you?”
“Well, of course I like him,” he said impatiently. “I …” he broke off just in time.
He’d been about to tell James that he’d loved Andy most of his life, naturally he liked him. “Never mind,” he said. “Listen, I’ve got to get some sleep. You take care of yourself, and I’ll see you whenever.”
“Michael …” James began.
Michael hung up quickly, pretending he hadn’t heard him try to stop him. He walked from the suite’s living room to the bedroom, stripping off clothing as he went until he reached his bed. Naked, he pulled down the sheets and crawled in, never having turned on a light. He folded his fingers beneath his head and stared up at the ceiling.
He could have been better to James; hell, he should have been better to Andy. He closed his eyes and conjured up James’ face, his eyes, the sound of his voice echoed in his mind. He should have told James with feeling that he missed him.
But the truth was, he didn’t miss him at all, not tonight. Oddly enough, he couldn’t quite hold onto the image of James in his mind’s eye.
Instead, his ex-husband was intruding. He kept seeing Andy’s amber eyes, hearing his voice … that sweet husky baritone that sang to his heart. He remembered watching Andy as he walked away and into his bedroom with Teddy…
“Hmmm, aka Muscle-Head,” he grinned.
Yes, he could have followed them, thrashed Teddy and sent him on his way, while he took Andy and made passionate love to him.
“Mmmmm, I would have lifted you up, held you tenderly, made love hungrily to still the painful gnawing that was stirring restlessly within me tonight. Sex for us has always been good, Andy, different of course, but awesome.”
Different, because over the length of time they’d been together, they’d grown comfortable, yet still exiting. Sometimes Andy had been more in the mood, and sometimes it had been him, and there had been times when David would come charging into their bedroom, afraid from a dream or thunder, and he’d catch them in the middle of making love.
So much went on between them when married. Sometimes their sex had been sweet … gentle, sometimes adventurous or ever funny. Sometimes they had just looked at one another, felt the simmering sensations, and gone on from there, without a word … shedding their clothing, and slipping into one another’s arms.
That is what it had felt like when he had met Andy’s eyes. He’d wanted to taste Andy’s lips, explore the sweet masculinity of his body, as his tongue replaced where his fingers had been.
“Oh God, Andy, why did you ever leave me?” he cried out, turned, and as he gritted his teeth, he slammed his pillow, and twisted back around. “Our marriage was over … is over.”
He had accepted it, he’d lived with it, and he’d gone on. Andy, out of sight, out of mind, or at the back of it, he had told himself. He hadn’t lived the life of a monk; there was no reason for him to be lying here coveting his ex-husband … wanting sex, he taunted himself.
The feelings, the memories now were but a shadow of his feelings, feelings of closeness, of knowing one another, of sharing dreams, concerns and the love of their children. It was all a shadow of the past, his memories.
He stood up and strode back out naked to the living room of their suite, even the suite had been Andy’s wish. Two rooms where they could be closed off from the world, that, too, held an emptiness to it as he moved to the window, overlooking the bright lights of the city as their golden glow danced upon the water of the river.
“If my damn marriage is so fucking over … why won’t these feelings go away?” he cursed into the darkness. “Oh God, please stop the hurt,” he screamed.
* * *
Andy raced around the house like a chicken with his head cut off, as he made sure that all was secure.
“Dad, you have checked and rechecked the house, everything is fine,” Jonathon told him.
“I know, but I…” the sudden ringing of the phone interrupted him.
“Uncle Andy,” came the surprised voice.
“Adam?”
It had been years since he had last seen the boy.
“Yes, how are you? What have you been up to?”
Andy smiled, of the two boys who were Thom and Aaron’s, Adam had the ability to calm him when the world seemed to be crashing down around him. He was the most sensitive of the two, where Shane was brash and went after what he wanted regardless of what might happen, Adam was patient and calm and waited for it to come to him.
“I’ve been working, I’m still a police officer, what about you, are you in college?”
“I’m a senior this year at UMass in Amherst.”
“Uncle Andy, why didn’t you let me know … you know, when you left?”
“Well, sweetie, the way Uncle Michael and I split up, there wasn’t time for goodbyes.”
“You could have called me, or dropped me an email.” He said.
“I know, and I am terribly sorry that I didn’t do any of those things, sweetie. But the truth of the matter was, I was destroyed and hurt, so all I wanted to do was forget my life in Springfield.”
“Forget me, Shane and my dads?” he asked, which tore his heart apart to feel the pain his voice.
“I could never forget you, Adam, or any of the others. But I made a clean cut that night I left, and to see family … well it would rip my heart apart all over.”
There was a long silence and Andy thought that Adam had hung up.
“Are you coming back to do the movie?” he suddenly asked and startled Andy.
“Yes I am, and I promise to come see you and the rest of your family.”
“No new husbands?” He had caught Andy off guard with that question.
“No new husbands; how about you, do you have a boyfriend?”
“Sort of … but he’d rather not let others know about us, so we really never go out and do things like a couple.”
Andy sensed that there had been more in what he wasn’t saying about his relationship, then in what he said.
“Well, maybe he’s afraid of coming out, afraid of being ostracized by family and friends because he’s gay?”
“Oh he’s out, but he doesn’t want anyone to know we’re lovers.”
There was away; this asshole was playing Adam the fool and cheating on him, why else would he hide their relationship?
“Sweetheart, I got to go, our plane leaves in a couple of hours. I will let you know when I am able to come visit you. I love you, sweetie.”
“Love you, too, Uncle Andy,” the line went dead.
“What did Adam want?” Jonathon asked.
“Mainly, he wanted to know if I was still single and coming to Springfield to do the movie,” he said and then paused, thinking about something. “You email each other, right?”
“Yeah, I email him as well as Shane and David, why?”
“Has he ever mentioned a boyfriend to you? Or if he did, was he having issues with him?”
“Not really, although he did say once that he had a secret admirer, why?”
“I don’t know really, but he gave me the impression that whoever he’s seeing keeps their relationship a secret.”
“Really? If I had a boyfriend that did that with our relationship, I would know he was cheating on me. That’s why I dumped Skeeter in eleventh grade; he didn’t want me telling any of our friends that he and I were boyfriends.”
“I remember him, the tall, muscular jock; wasn’t he the school’s quarterback or something?”
“Yeah, and I caught him having sex with Daniel Blaze, our friend.”
“But are you and Danny still friends?”
“Best friends, because I couldn’t be angry with him, when he had been told the same thing as I was, to keep his relationship with Skeeter a secret.”
“Well, I think that Adam is seeing a ‘Skeeter’ type guy.”
“I’ll set him straight, Dad, when I see him. Hell, he can even have me as a boyfriend, although, Shane is the hunk of the two.”
“Shane huh, he makes your world spin?”
“Yeah, whatever, Dad; no one uses that kind of talk anymore. But yeah, Shane is way cool and hot. He could slam me anytime.”
“Jonathon, have some self-respect,” he admonished the boy.
“I have plenty of self respect, Dad, but I like variety and my men young, dumb and hung as the old saying goes, and he certainly fits that description.”
“Young yes, dumb, well maybe, but how would you know that he’s hung?”
“He sent me this,” he paused to pull out his wallet from a pocket and flipped through his pictures until he found the one he wanted. “See, this is Shane now,” he showed Andy the picture and he blushed.
It showed a very muscular, an extremely handsome and very naked, Shane, standing in front of a full length mirror as he snapped his own picture. His hair had gone from blonde to a light auburn and he still had those gorgeous green eyes and full pouty lips. Andy couldn’t help it, his gaze moved down the length of his extremely toned body to his cock, which looked to be a solid eight inches … soft.
“Oh, fuck, Jonathon, no wonder you’re so adamant about Shane. That boy is hung like a Vermont bull,” he said and looked puzzled at Jonathon when he began laughing. “What’s so funny, Jonathon?”
“You are, look down,” he said pointing to Andy’s crotch.
His cock had hardened and was straining against the fabric of his jeans, a little wet spot had begun.
“Oops, I had better go change,” he said, blushing like a traffic light.
“You might want to take care of that before you change, Dad,” Jonathon mused.
“Damn, I wouldn’t mind if you used my ass to get that bad boy down,” he thought as he watched Andy hurry off to his bedroom.
Jonathon had no problem with lusting over Andy, after all, they weren’t blood related he thought, and besides, his own father had lusted over him and destroyed Andy’s marriage.
He’d had his fill of guys his own age, they would use him, dump him and leave him hurting. But the older men like Andy, they knew how to make love as well as keep a man happy. His thoughts turned carnal, what about Andy, after all, he’d never remarried and for that matter, he rarely dated. He glanced at his watch; they had exactly two hours before their flight.
“Hmmm, I wonder,” he whispered as he climbed the stairs.
He listened at Andy’s door, he heard the familiar sound of the bed squeaking… he was beating off, he suspected. Quickly, he stripped naked and eased the door open. Andy was lost in the euphoric pleasure of what he was doing, and never noticed as Jonathon entered the room. His eyes were closed, his fist pumping feverishly his cock.
“Jonathon!” he shouted when he opened his eyes and saw Jonathon … a very naked Jonathon, standing beside the bed. “What are you doing?”
“I want to be with you … Andy,” he said as he climbed beside him on the bed.
“We can’t … it’s wrong, son, oh fuck, it’s wrong in so many ways,” Andy told him.
“Why is it wrong? It’s not like we are truly related. Besides, I’ve noticed how you stare at me, whenever we went skinny-dipping.”
Jonathon spoke the truth, Andy had stared, even coveted him, and why not, he’d been an exact duplicate of his father, Billy. He had the same soft, curly blonde hair and blue eyes, even his build was like his father’s was. He had even fantasized once, wondering if he were to have sex with him, would he have pretended it was with Billy.
“Please … maybe just this once?” Jonathon begged as he lazily maneuvered his body on top of Andy’s.
“I…” Jonathon’s mouth stormed Andy’s in a bruising kiss, while his knee forced apart Andy’s legs.
Andy closed his eyes; he knew this was wrong, but…
“Mmmmm,” he moaned as his arms moved up the length of Jonathon’s back to wrap themselves around his neck.
His eyes had been closed but when Jonathon slid his sex into Andy, Andy’s eyes flew open from the sudden impalement. Jonathon was a masterful lover for such a young man, he took his time, bringing Andy to the brink of a climactic precipice … back him away and then, after several long, erotic minutes, they plunged headlong together over the edge into the chasm of erotic bliss. Sated, Jonathon slid out, rolled to Andy’s side, and pulled Andy to him, kissing him tenderly.
“I’m sorry, Andy, but I’ve wanted you for the longest time,” he apologetically said.
Andy nodded but remained quiet. He stood and hurried to the bathroom, where he closed and locked the door before he showered. He leaned against the door and slowly slid down to the floor … crying.
His life was coming unraveled and he hadn’t the power to stop it. First it had been the sudden appearance of Michael, back from wherever Andy had put him, and now, Jonathon. Andy had made love with him; all the while his mind had been with Billy.
‘How strange, Michael accused me of sleeping with Billy, and I never did, but here I am, fresh from making love with his son.’
* * *
The house in Longmeadow was huge, with a full six thousand square feet of living space plus a number of patios as well as the two-bedroom guest house. It was one of the older houses that had been built when Springfield was but a child, in comparison to other cities down the east coast.
The architecture was Georgian, and laid out in an angular horseshoe shape, with a wing that ran north and south, off of the main structure. It had survived many a nor’easter and even a couple of hurricanes that had made it north and slammed Massachusetts, but the most damage it had ever had were several tiles of slate had been blown off it’s roof.
Michael stood by the pool, leaning against one of the columns that was part of the trellised walkway on the river side of the house. From his vantage point, he had a view of the river as well as the guest house, his bedroom overlooked the patio.
“Where are you going to put Andrew and Jonathon?” James asked from the lounger where he had been tanning.
‘Don’t you mean will he be sharing my bedroom and bed?’ he mentally asked.
“I’ll put Jonathon is the blue room and Andy, I have him in what he had dubbed the green room,” which adjoined to Michael’s room.
“Is that wise, Michael, you know that your bedroom is only separated from the green room by a door?”
Michael could feel James’ jealousy radiating from him. He’d not been happy ever since Michael had told him that the movies’ producers wanted both him and Andy as the stars of the film. James knew … he had even felt it in Michael; he’d never gotten over his ex-husband.
“He had told me … no he had insisted on staying at the Marriot but I canceled his reservations …”
“Why would you do that,” he angrily interrupted.
“We’ll have lines to memorize and it would be easier with him at the house instead of some damn hotel.”
“Hmmmm,” James growled beneath his breath, Michael knew that he was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rockers about Andy and him in the same house.
“Listen babe, it is just for the movie and besides, he’ll have his man toy with him to occupy his nights.”
“And you won’t have a problem with that?”
“Why would I? It’s his life, his choice.”
“I see.”
‘I bet you just do see, you jealous little twerp.’ Michael thought with a sneaky grin crossing his lips.
“Sweetheart?
“Yeah?”
“How about you and I … you know,” James said wriggling his brows.
“I would, but Andy and Jonathon will be arriving any minute … sorry.”
“You’re divorced, so what difference would it make if he found you … engaged in some afternoon delight? Besides, I leave in a bit for Boston and weeks worth of photo shoots.”
“Ahhhh, is someone feeling neglected,” Michael asked in his best ‘forgive me for doing so’, voice.
James stood, crossed the patio to where Michael stood and slid his hand up the legs of his shorts, squeezing his manhood into hardness. Michael gave him that quizzical look when James, and Michael’s shorts, dropped to the ground.
“Mmmmm, how I have missed you,” James spoke directly to Michael’s cock and then took the sex into his mouth.
Michael moaned loudly.
He had first met James at the Pub, a downtown Springfield gay bar. He had gone into the bathroom to piss, and when he had finished, he saw a finger protruding through a hole in the stall wall beside him. He turned, shoved his cock through the glory hole and let James blow him. After that night, he and James had been together, more for the sex then for the companionship.
Michael was a loner, had been ever since Andy had left him, but he’d not been an angel. He had men left and right coming and going from his bed, in an effort to forget Andy. It hadn’t worked.
“Fuck yeah … suck that bad boy,” Michael crowed, his hands held James by the head and his hips thrust his needy cock in and out of his mouth. “I’m going to cum … aaaagggghhhhh fuck!” he yelled and held James’ head tight to his groin as his cock shot warm blasts of seed down his throat.
The doorbell suddenly rang and Michael quickly pulled his spent cock from James’ mouth, trailing a rope of semen as it broke free of his lips. He was doing up his shorts as he hurried to the front door, leaving a frustrated James, kneeling still.
‘Sure, run off to greet your ex-husband with not a thank you for the blowjob.’ James grumbled as he rose to his feet.
* * *
Packing to come to Springfield had been strange. Even getting on the plane Friday afternoon had been a bit rough for Andy. Though he wasn’t afraid of flying, Andy found himself gripping his seat’s armrests the second he had sat down.
“You’re tense,” Teddy told him.
He seemed happy as could be. He loved the size of the first class seats, and the fact that he’d been plied with champagne since they’d boarded the plane. The producers had sent Andy, three first class tickets after Michael had told them that Andy had agreed to do the movie.
The producers had called Andy while he awaited boarding, telling him that there were parts for both Teddy and Jonathon. There was going to be a casting call for several parts, with the Riverfront Strangler the primary one. Both Jonathon and Teddy had planned to audition for it, which angered them both.
Dinner came and went, Andy felt fingers curl over his on the plush seat and he turned to Jonathon, who had switched his window seat for Teddy’s aisle seat. He wanted to talk to Andy about their shared moment at home.
“It’s going to be okay, Andy,” he whispered.
“Is it?” Andy almost growled. “How can it be, we had sex together?” he quickly snapped.
“I didn’t see you fighting me or for that matter, leaving the bed,” Jonathon quickly asserted.
“How could I, you had me pinned to the mattress and your cock stuffed in me. It will not happen again, Jonathon, and I expect you to remember yourself around Michael, it’s ‘Dad’, not ‘Andy’ … are we clear?” he asked and Jonathon reluctantly nodded.
The call came over the speakers to return all trays and seats to their upright position.
‘Oh God … we’re here,’ Andy thought as he returned his tray upright to the back of the seat before him.
Everything went smoothly, the landing, departure from the plane and even retrieving their luggage had gone without hitch. It had all been piled onto a cart and they made their way to the front of the terminal to secure a taxi.
He looked around for a taxi, but there were none to be had. He had determined that if he had not gotten a taxi within the next few minutes, he’d rent a car, but instead, a gorgeous, dark haired young man approached him. He was tall, muscular and vaguely familiar to him.
“David?” he asked and he nodded.
“Andy … I mean, Dad, it’s great to have you home,” David told him, which caused him to inwardly cringe.
He was not home; he was merely a guest of Michael’s and nothing more.
“Andy is fine, David, after all, I’ve not been your dad for ten years,” he told the boy.
“Still, you have always been my dad … oh my God, Jonathon,” he exclaimed and lunged into Jonathon’s arms, hugging him. “I had hoped that you would come with Dad,” he said.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. My God, look at you; you’re quite the hunk,” he told him as he looked David up and down … longingly.
“Who’s this stud, dad?” David asked when he noticed Teddy with his arm around Andy’s waist.
“Ah … my fiancé, Theodore Vandercamp,” he lied, which caught both David and Jonathon off guard, as well as Teddy.
“Teddy is fine,” he said and offered David his hand.
“Does Dad know you’re engaged?” he asked Andy.
“No, it happened very quickly after he left,” he further lied.
“Very quickly,” Teddy interjected as he gave Andy a puzzled look.
“Later,” Andy whispered when David and Jonathon moved on with the cart.
David and Jonathon loaded the SUV and once everyone had found a seat in the vehicle, they departed the airport.
To be continued…
Posted: 03/14/14