“Winging It”

By: Pee Jay
(© 2010-2011 by the author)

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Chapter 7
"An Unfortunate Impasse"

Adam went downstairs to retrieve some Styrofoam cups from the coffee bar in the lobby while John took the hors d'oeuvre tray from the fridge. John asked Larry to open the champagne, which he did; as Adam’s mother, Elaine, helped arrange the napkins and paper plates on the countertop. When Adam returned they filled each cup with the bubbly beverage then distributed them to everyone present.

Adam was watching John with affection and a smile that he couldn’t erase if he wanted to. He was having trouble resisting the inclination to embrace and kiss him; he craved intimacy with his handsome mate. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined owning a business, much less in aviation. He knew it would not have happened if it weren’t for John. It was he that inspired the old man with the necessary confidence and mettle to run the place. It was John that brought Will in the picture and negotiated the lease on the hangar. He was the one responsible for the price reduction, too. Adam was having an epiphany of a sort; he was drowning in his feelings for John. As he watched his partner he couldn't help thinking that John was his, all his.

Will initiated the first toast. He raised his cup, smiled, and then said, "To the new owner's of Hughes Aviation, may they enjoy success in their new endeavor."

Everyone raised their cups concurring then took a sip of champagne.

John was next to propose a toast. He raised his cup and said, "To Mr. Hughes, thanks for the confidence and opportunity. We're in your debt."

A round of laughter passed as everyone raised their cups then drank.

Adam made a toast to Will thanking him for his help and advice to all concerned.

With the cheers out of the way, everyone chatted with one another. Mr. Hughes pulled Will aside and presented him with a check for ten thousand dollars, which Will felt was an astounding figure. He told Hughes it was way too much money but Hughes would hear nothing of it. He told Will that the three of them agreed on the amount and contributed equally; and as far as he was concerned, it should have been more. Will thanked him graciously and accepted the check. All things considered, they knew it could have been much more costly; a broker’s fee would be more than double the amount. Will did a professional job of handling things and everyone was justly rewarded in the end. They felt good about it.

Adam walked over to John and bumped his cup against John's for a toast. They smiled at each other, as lovers do, then took a drink; still holding each other's gaze as they sipped.

Jack Felstow silently observed the interface; there was definitely something going on there. He wasn't sure if he should be concerned for, or proud of his son; he was receiving mixed signals. Adam's mother was too biased to see anyone else in the room; Adam was most assuredly the source of her boundless pride and joy.

It was getting toward the end of the afternoon when Mr. Hughes began to say goodbye to everyone. He had a few private moments with Larry before he asked John to drive him to the passenger terminal. The rest of the group took that as their cue and began to make their exit as well.

Adam verified with John that he was going back to the condo after he dropped Hughes off then set about cleaning up. Before John and Hughes left, Adam mentioned to Mr. Hughes that he forgot to tell him to lock up and the three of them laughed; Hughes was in good humor and it showed. Adam collected the party tray and the unopened bottle of champagne, placed them in the fridge, and then left with his parents.

On the way to the terminal, Hughes told John about his conversation with Larry. He said he encouraged Larry to stay with them. He said it was his firm belief, which he made clear to Larry, that they were going to do well; he was sure much better than he. He said he told Larry that he could probably find a better paying job easy enough but felt he had a better future with the guys. He also told Larry that he was aware of his application at

Fischer Aviation; the owner was an old friend and wouldn't hire anyone away from Hughes. According to Mr. Hughes, Larry turned all shades of red and couldn't look him in the eye.

John nodded with appreciation then thanked the old man expressing his gratitude once more. Hughes told John how pleased he was that they bought the place. He said he was certain they would take good care of the business and do well. Before Hughes got out, they shook hands then John watched the old man disappear into the terminal before he pulled away. On his way to the condo, John thought about the old pilot and concluded he was a decent and honorable man. There was a pretty good person lurking inside, even if the old gent wasn’t socially inclined.

When John showed up at the condo, there was a mini-party in progress. Jack Felstow had stopped at the liquor store and bought a few bottles of booze and Adam was going to order pizza, which he hadn't done yet; he was waiting for John. Jim was home from work and making vodka martinis while the parents and Adam sat around the island in the kitchen talking.

"John, I'll make you a vodka martini if you promise not to spray it all over us," Jim said. Then they all had a laugh at John's expense.

"I promise," John said as he took a stool at the island. He looked at Adam and smiled. He wanted to get a hold of him so bad it wasn't funny. With the parents there, he felt like the Berlin wall was separating them.

"Adam, did you pick up the contract?"

"No bay...ah, no I didn't. It's still on the desk in the upstairs office."

"It should be okay for the night. I doubt the place will burn down tonight. We have to get it before Larry shows up for work in the morning."

"There's twenty-five hundred dollars in the cash drawer. I made sure it was locked before we left."

"We need to buy a fire-proof safe soon and have a burglar alarm installed if there's going to be that kind of loot around. Until that happens, we should bring the cash home."

John took a sip of his martini and it stayed down even though it burned like hell. With a scowl on his face, he looked at the vodka bottle on the counter. It appeared Adam's father bought the cheap stuff. 'How phony,' John thought. 'The guy drove around in a big-ass BMW and bought this shit to drink'. He hoped that wasn't indicative of his personality then looked at Jack who was already staring at him.

"What are we going to do with the cash?" Adam wanted to know.

"That's a little over half our monthly note. If the cash receipts continue at that pace, we'll have our payment by the end of the month not including declared revenue. It would be better to pay by check; it lowers our taxable income. The down side is that it makes us less mortgageable because our net income is lower … at least on paper. We can hold the cash or distribute it as compensation. I suggest we hang on to it for a rainy day or at least until we're comfortable with the way things are going. And don't forget about the improvements we discussed; those will be expensive."

John couldn't figure out why Jack Felstow was staring at him, he didn't like it much; it made him uncomfortable.

"What improvements are you contemplating?" Jack asked with an arrogant tone.

"The water heater doesn't work and the furnace is an antique, it's older than me. The building is currently cooled with two window units. If the furnace gets replaced that's the time to go for central air. The roof is metal, Hughes had it painted and now it's starting to peel. That doesn't address anything about the condition of the hangar; God knows what's going on there." John said.

Adam looked at John with a perplexed look. John couldn't help but smile at his boy; he was so darn cute when he looked like that. He wanted to rip his clothes off and ravage his body. Jack was watching the two interact while his mother doted approvingly on her son.

"How do you know that shit, ah sorry Mom … stuff?" Adam corrected himself.

"My father's a contractor. I spent the summers working construction when I was growing up. You can't help but pick it up when you spend that much time around it."

Jim said, "I didn't know you knew that shit...ah."

Mrs. Felstow sighed and told everyone she had heard the word 'shit' before and used it herself on occasion, so not to worry.

Everyone laughed then Adam said, "Well shit Mom. Why didn't you say something sooner?" Everyone got a kick out of it.

"I'm ready for another one, Jimbo," John announced.

"Me too," Adam chimed in.

John was feeling emboldened from the booze and decided to pry some information out of ‘old-poker-face’, that being Jack Felstow.

"So Jack, Adam says you're going to retire next spring. What are you retiring from?"

Jack was caught off guard by John's direct address. "I work for a pharmaceutical company in the marketing department."

"What exactly is your job in marketing?"

"I'm executive vice president."

"Reporting to?"

"The CEO."

"Nice, so you're the top man in marketing then?"

"Yes I am, until next spring."

"That's pretty impressive," John admitted. "Adam is the president though. Didn't take him long to outdo you," then everyone except Jack laughed.

John thought, 'Fuck him'. He was tired of his arrogant demeanor, condescending glares and cheap vodka; he could look down his nose too! John decided that was enough with Jack for the moment. He was aware of his buzz and didn't want to create a real problem with Adam's father; just enough to let 'old poker face' know he wasn't intimidated or overly impressed.

Adam announced he was going to order the pizza then rose to use the phone. He was standing in the kitchen behind his parents, where only John and Jim could see him. He grabbed his crotch and jiggled it as he arched his hips forward with a big grin on his face.

'Well shit,' John thought and started laughing along with Jim. There was no way in hell he could stifle himself, not after that. Both parents turned around to look at Adam who was laughing as he looked at the floor, holding the phone to his ear.

"What was that all about?" old poker face asked. Believe it or not, there was a hint of a smile there.

Jim said, "It's your very immature son; why don't you ask him?"

Jack turned around on his stool and folded his arms waiting for Adam to get off the phone.

'Give me a break,' John thought. 'The folded arms routine, how sophomoric can you get? The guy was a real case study.'

When Adam hung up, Jack asked him, "What was that all about?"

Adam responded, "It's an inside joke, Dad. I don't think you would find it funny. The pizza will be here in fifteen."

Jim went to the sink to make three more vodka martinis. John was very much under the influence, so he asked if he could use the fold out bed in the living room; actually he knew where he would be sleeping and it wasn't on the sofa bed. Jim assured him it wasn’t a problem then set to mixing the drinks. Adam took Jim’s place next to John and stroked his thigh below the countertop as he sat down opposite his parents.

Jim poured Jack some more scotch and dropped ice cubes in his glass while John took note of the premium brand name on the bottle. Jim took Mrs. Felstow’s glass and filled it with white wine. The phone rang so Jim answered it telling the guard to let the pizza guy in. When the doorbell rang, Jack said the pizza was on him and rose to answer the door. After settling with the delivery boy, he placed the two pizzas on the island and they tore into them. Neither John nor Adam had eaten all day with everything that transpired. John asked if anyone wanted water as he poured his drink into the sink. They all did so John got glasses for everyone and filled a pitcher with ice water.

He was maneuvering behind the parents when he caught Adams eye. He rubbed his crotch as he licked his lips and smiled at Adam. Adam couldn't stifle a grin and his mother noticed. She stared at him and Adam knew exactly what she meant. He was being rude; the look was enough to let him know. He went back to eating his pizza.

Jim said, "We have to do this again tomorrow night," with a groan; not at all looking forward to the party.

"It was your idea," Adam said.

"I know, but I didn't think we would be doing this tonight. Two nights in a row is a lot."

John and Adam were quick to agree.

Jack got up to wash his hands at the sink then sat down again. He cleared his throat and said, "You two really have something to be proud of. I don't know if you guys completely understand what you've accomplished."

"We do, Dad," Adam said. "And I can say that it's mostly because of John that we own the place," then he looked approvingly if not longingly at John; he didn't inherit Jack’s poker face – not even close.

"John, we don't know each other well but I think Adam's point is well taken. I'm glad he has you for a partner. I think the two of you will do well."

John was amazed. He wasn’t sure if he was getting the vibes wrong earlier. Old poker face paid him a compliment so he decided to be gracious about it.

"Thanks, Jack. It's not a big deal. We were in the right place at the right time and we took advantage of the situation. It was a timing thing; we were lucky."

"You guys still had the wherewithal to recognize and act on it. Lucky or not, a lot of people don't see opportunity when it comes knocking."

"Thanks again Jack," was all John said then he looked at Adam who was oozing sex appeal to his way of thinking. He wanted to pounce on him so bad he could hardly stand it. He started boning up at the thought.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm full of pizza and booze and I'm getting tired," Jim said.

Everyone agreed then started to clean up. Jack and Elaine went upstairs and Jim headed for his room. Adam stayed behind to help John unfold the sofa-bed. He brought a pillow from his bedroom and threw it on the bed.  He took John’s hand and pulled him down on it. When John hit the bed it seemed like the thing was going to collapse under their combined weight, so John rolled off the bed onto his knees. He stood up, pulled Adam out of bed, and then led him to his room.

They had a quickie then lie quietly next to each other.

"Babe, it's too bad your parents couldn't be here."

"It would have been nice to have Mom. You know I don't get along with that homophobe father of mine."

"How can you say that? He doesn't know you're gay."

"All the comments and jokes over the years is enough to know. Construction guys are the worst. You know that macho horseshit? It's sickening. Besides, I have you; you’re all I need," then he kissed Adam.

They heard the toilet flush upstairs and quieted down to see if there were any footsteps on the stairs. After a few minutes of silence, it was safe.

"Hey partner, let's have a conjugal board meeting," John said smiling.

"I thought we just did."

"Yeah, but we can have board meetings whenever we want; we own the place.”

“Let’s go to sleep; I’m beat.”

“Me, too. Set the alarm so I can get out of here before they come down in the morning."

Adam set the alarm for 5:30; his father was an early riser. They tangled up then went to sleep.

When the alarm went off in the morning, they both moaned. Adam hit the snooze button and they enjoyed a few more minutes of mindless bliss. When it went off the second time, John forced himself out of bed. He took clean underwear and clothes from Adam's room and went back to the living room to lie on the sofa-bed for a while.

Sometime later, he was awakened by the sound of feet on the stairs. It was Jack Felstow on his way to the kitchen to start the coffee pot. John decided to get up and go through his routine. He folded the bed away and put the sheets in the laundry room. He threw Adam’s pillow at him from the doorway then closed the door. He hoped that was enough to wake him so he didn’t have to confront Adam’s father alone.

After his bathroom routine, John was having a coffee at the island when Jack came into the kitchen shaved and dressed; ready for the new day.

"You're up early," Jack said as he poured another coffee.

"Yeah, all dressed up with nowhere to go".

Jack laughed and took a seat at the island across from John.

"You like my son, don't you?" Jack said nonchalantly as though commenting on the weather.

"Yeah, he's a good guy. We get along well."

"That's not what I meant."

John was uneasy. It was clear where the conversation was going and he didn't want to partake in it. He thought Jack should be having the conversation with Adam, not him. John couldn’t help thinking what a lucky bastard Adam was for avoiding the encounter.

"What do you mean?" John said, not wanting or needing further clarification. He understood Jack one hundred percent, but was doing all he could to evade what was quickly becoming the inevitable.

"I think you know."

"I’m not clairvoyant," John said. “If you don’t spell it out; you won’t get a response,” he said stating the obvious without saying it.

Jack realized he would have to ask if he wanted to know. He was impressed with John’s statement; the fag had stamina and backbone. He respected that. However, he wasn't sure how to put it to John. He thought the direct approach would be best.

"Are you gay?"

"Yes."

Jack was quiet for a few moments, and then he asked, "Is Adam gay?"

"You’ll have to ask him. It's not my place to speak on his behalf," John said looking into his coffee cup.

Jack had his answer. With what he observed and suspected, the pieces were falling into place. He didn't know how to react to the news. Adam was his son and he loved him, but he was a fag! 'Son of a bitch,' was the first thing that came to mind. He was near panic as his mind ran rampant with all kinds of scenarios. He couldn’t understand why it had to be his son; he could care less about John. In a mild state of shock, Jack filled his cup then went upstairs leaving John alone in the kitchen.

John went back to Adam’s room and climbed in bed next to him. The alarm clock was showing 6:30. John propped himself up on one elbow; ran his fingers through Adams hair and traced the outline of his face. He smiled at his lover boy and decided to wake him up. He started to caress Adam’s nipple and run his hand over Adam’s chest and stomach which made him quiver. He slid his hand under the covers and found Adam’s morning erection. It was hard as ever and John felt himself come alive with passion.

He pulled the sheet down and took Adam in his mouth, loving the taste of his boy. He buried his face in Adam’s soft pubes and inhaled through his nose. As he savored Adam’s taste, Adam woke up realizing the source of his pleasure.

John started bobbing up and down while Adam thrust his hips into John's mouth with every down stroke. John massaged Adam’s balls rolling them softly between his fingers. John kept at it until he sensed Adam was about to shoot, he pulled off then coaxed him to climax with his hand. Adam shot his load onto his stomach with a drawn out moan. John was satisfied with his handy work and moved up to kiss his boy good morning.

"Damn Babe, I think it's going to be a good day," Adam said grinning.

John kissed him again and Adam forced his tongue into John's mouth, tasting his own essence mixed with coffee. 

When they finished their kiss, John said, "Shit, now I have to brush my teeth again," and they both laughed. "Hon, there's something I have to tell you."

"What is it, Babe?"

John went over the conversation he had with Jack a short while ago; recounting it as calmly as he could so as not to create any more anxiety than necessary. When he finished, Adam’s face was as white as new fallen snow. He was visibly distracted and unable to speak for a minute as he weighed John's words. Eventually a smile came over his face and he said, "Thanks, Babe. That was easy."

John swung a pillow at Adam and said, "And you, you lucky bastard; you got to sleep through the whole thing."

They both laughed and decided to get up. Adam retrieved some jeans and a T-shirt from the closet then they made their way to the kitchen. Jim was having coffee with Jack and Elaine at the island. Adam sat down while John poured the two of them a coffee. He served Adam then went to lean against the counter behind Adam’s parents. The last thing he wanted was more confrontation.

Adam was taking his coffee as well as stares from both his parents quietly. John felt for him but wasn't about to jump in the middle of things. He stood there waiting for events to unfold.

Jim was confused; he felt the tension in the air but didn't have a clue what was happening. He sat there quietly waiting for someone to break the awkward silence.

Finally, Jack said, "Well."

"Well what?" was all Adam said. There was no way he was going to volunteer anything. It was true, his parents knew his secret but he wasn’t about to open up; certainly not in the presence of his father.

"Do you have something you want to tell us?"

"No. Is there something you want to hear?"

"Oh stop it, Jack," Elaine said.

She rose and went around the island to kiss and hug her son. After the hug and kiss, she said, "We know about you and John. To be honest, I thought it was Jim for the longest time."

John grinned at Jim who sat there unwilling to join the fray; he was nervous and clinging to his neutrality with conviction. Adam stole a glance at John and John winked at him giving him the thumbs up. Jack sat there like a bump on a log; he appeared to be at a loss for words.

Every time Adam looked at his father, he was wearing his poker face. Adam was getting tired of it and decided to take a shower. Jim was feeling uncomfortable as well and decided it was time for him to shower, too. That left John alone with Jack and Elaine.

John took a seat at the island opposite them. He looked Jack in the eye for a few moments then said, "Well?"

"Well what?"

"That's what Adam said. Can't you come up with something original?"

"Fuck you, faggot."

"That's better. Is that the best you can do?"

Jack was seething. He was so red hot and pissed off he couldn't see or think straight. He wanted someone to blame for his son being queer. He rose from the island making John uptight. John braced himself in the event Jack’s anger became physical. Jack gave him a loathsome leer then left the room making his way upstairs. John breathed a sigh of relief for the contest that was not to be.

"I'm sorry about that, Mrs. Felstow," John said.

"Why did you taunt him like that?"

"You may not have noticed, but he's been glaring at and baiting me since you've been here. I'm tired of it. I respect you and your husband and that's all I ask in return. You don't have to like me. Afford me the common decency I do you, that’ all I ask."

"He can be difficult at times," she said.

"Rigid is more like it. If he has a problem with me then it's his problem as far as I'm concerned. Just keep him away from us and everything will be fine. Adam and I will be fine. We own a business now and the only way is up. Make no mistake, that's the direction we're going. You can take that to the bank."

"I suspected it a long time ago; although, I never said anything to Jack. I didn't want him to worry. The strange part of it is that it's you and not Jim. I was so sure that he and Jim were involved; I never gave it a second thought."

"Jim is as great and worthwhile person. Maybe Adam would be better off with him in the end; I don't know. Jim's family has money from what I can see. I'm a poor accountant in that regard, but I'm doing my best to change that."

Elaine put her hand on John's arm and said, "I can't think of a better person for my son. I'm glad you are with him and I honestly want the best for the two of you."

"I hate to ask this but the answer will have a big impact on the decisions we make in the near future. Are you going to stop sending the monthly checks to Adam?"

Elaine had a big grin come over her. She pulled her hand off John's arm and chuckled.

John got nervous and said, "It's perfectly okay if you do. It will make the decision process much easier knowing in advance. It's okay if you do. I mean, I'm not begging here; I would like to know, nothing more. We could use the money but we will be fine without it. I need to know as we go forward. There's enough money to do what we need to do. I would just like to know, that's all."

Elaine raised her hand to stop John's rambling and he did.  "John, the checks will keep coming as long as I'm alive. Don't worry about it."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not asking for them and we'll be fine without them. You know what?" John said. "I'm going to plan as if they weren't coming. That way, when they stop we won't miss them."

"That's good thinking, John. I know you two will do well. Adam couldn't have a better business partner."

"It's life partners, Elaine. Just so you know. He's the one for me."

Jack came downstairs and dropped the suitcases at the front door with a thud. Adam came down the hall from his bedroom and stood there unsure of himself. John rose and walked over to Adam. He gave him a quick hug then went to the bathroom to pee. That aside, Adam had to have a chat with his parents and John had enough drama for one day.

When John finished he went to Jim's bedroom and sat on the bed. Jim was sitting at his desk reading the morning news on the Internet.

"Shit Jim, this has been a crazy weekend and it's not over."

"Yeah, I know. I had to get out of there, it was too much."

John reclined on Jim's bed and let all his tension go in one long, drawn out breath. Jim came over to the bed; lie down next to John, then put his arm around him. He liked John and felt compassion for what he and Adam were going through.

"Jim, I'm so tired of this shit. Adam's father has a problem with us big time. I don't care. I just want to get on with things. I love him, Jim; he's the only thing that's important to me."

"I know. It'll work out somehow. Try not to worry about it."

Adam took a seat in the kitchen next to his mother. His father was standing near the front door looking at them. Jack walked over to the island and stood next to him looking down at his son.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Jack asked.

"Jack," Elaine said, arresting the moment.

"Don't Jack me. I want to hear how this little fag justifies his queer little self."

"I'm not going to dignify that with a response. When you're ready you can let yourself out. Bye Mom," Adam said then rose to leave.

Adam bent over, kissed his mother, and then went to his bedroom slamming the door. John and Jim heard the door slam and went to Adam’s room. Adam was lying in bed with his face buried in the pillow. Jim and John let themselves in then John sat on the side of the bed and rubbed

Adam’s back not saying anything. After a few minutes, Adam rolled over; his eyes were red and puffy.

"He hates me," Adam said softly. Then he told Jim and John what happened.

"Come here, Hon," John said and pulled him into an embrace and held him fast. John rocked him gently for a few minutes rubbing his back and kissing him from time to time. He couldn't resist running his fingers through Adams soft, fine, shiny hair.

John held Adam for quite some time when they heard the front door close.

"Come on, Hon. They're gone. Let's go have a coffee."

"Okay, you guys go ahead. I'll be right there."

Jim and John went to the kitchen while Adam went to the bathroom to straighten up. When Jim and John made it to the kitchen, there was a folded note with Adam’s name on it. They let it be for Adam to open.

"Jim, let's get him out of the house for a while. Maybe it'll help take his mind off things."

"Okay, I still have some shopping to do for tonight. We can do that."

"I don't know about you but I don't feel much like a party right now."

"Me either."

When Adam joined them, Jim pushed the note toward him then pointed at it. Adam opened it and the guys noticed a check fall to the floor. After reading the note, Adam bent over to pick it up. He showed it to Jim and John. The check was blank with Elaine Felstow’s signature at the bottom.

Adam smiled, "That's her way of saying I'm sorry".

"What does the note say?" John was curious.

Adam handed the note to John who read it aloud.

Honey,

I'm sorry for the way your father behaved. He really does love you, don't forget that. I saw the last check come through so I'm leaving you another one. As always, call me if it's over five thousand dollars before you use it.

I love you,

Mom

Ps: I'll call you next week

John told Jim and Adam about his conversation with Elaine that morning after Jack went upstairs. He explained to Adam that he wanted as much information as possible so they could make the best business decisions. It made sense to Adam and he didn't question John's motives; he knew him well enough and believed it to be the truth.

The party that evening found the three of them in better spirits. Jim invited a new love interest that he met through work. The guy’s name was Dave and worked for a client of Jim's company. It was clear to see that Jim was smitten with him and Dave seemed to return his preoccupation with equal fervor. Dave was a real looker, which everyone noticed at one time or another. Jim was a couple inches taller at six-two while Dave’s hair was jet black against Jim’s shaggy, brunette haircut. They made and attractive couple complementing each other in size, shape, and form.

Adam was having a good time. He was animated and entertaining to all; one might say the life of the party, much to John's relief. He was doing plenty of smiling and joking and John couldn't take his eyes off him. John was captivated with his bubbly effervescence, disarming smile, and gregarious nature. How could he not be? He was the master of ceremony; or so it seemed, as he moved from one conversation to another. Adam was his only reason for anything and everything; his future and well-being were hinged on him. Without him, life wouldn't be worthwhile.

Things became a little tense toward the end of the evening when Dave made a pass at John. Dave had a few drinks and was getting loose when he approached John from behind. John was making drinks at the kitchen sink when Dave reached in front of John and grabbed his crotch as he kissed John on the neck, wrapping his other arm around John, feeling his chest. John raised his head to expose more of his neck; he loved having his neck kissed by his lover boy. John thought it was Adam and pushed his ass into Dave's crotch as he wiggled it, getting hard fast. Dave started to slowly dry fuck John who loved every bit of it.

Adam saw the pseudo-coupling and made his way toward the sink pulling Dave off John saying, "Get your fucking hands off him".

John turned around in horror to see that it was Dave behind him.

"Oh my God, Hon. I thought it was you. I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

John latched on to his lover boy and kept talking in Adam's ear, apologizing effusively.

"It's okay Babe you didn't know. I saw the whole thing. It's not your fault. I'm not mad at you."

"Then why do I feel like such a shit. I feel awful," John said as he squeezed Adam with resolve.

"It's okay," Adam said as he held his most precious possession. "It's over," he said then kissed John and released him.

The incident sobered Dave up and he apologized to them. Adam suggested he try that on Jim noting that he was the only other single person present. Dave apologized again and said he would then smiled at Jim. Adam escorted him to Jim then told him to have at it. He spanked Dave’s butt in a friendly manner but the message was clear … hands off! That seemed to diffuse the tension and the room began to slowly resonate with conversation again.

The only other people invited were two couples, so the group was eight for the evening. When one of them announced they were leaving the other couple followed suit. Adam thought Dave was too far gone to drive and asked him for his keys. Dave handed them over willingly without a fuss. Adam was pleased; he wanted Dave to spend the night with his friend and roommate. It had been a long time since Jim had anyone stay the night.

John and Adam cleaned up then started the dishwasher while Dave and Jim retreated to Jim's bedroom and closed the door. The kitchen clean, John and Adam went to the bedroom stripped and hopped in bed. They lie on their backs with the covers pulled up to their chins. It was early fall and the first snow was still on the ground.

"I'm glad that's behind us. I'm all partied out for the next little while," John said.

"Me too, come here, Babe," Adam said as he pulled John in close and wrapped his arms around him.

They held each other and the feeling that made their bond so special; it was the position that defined them and reminded the one of the other of what they had, their love, their devotion, their commitment...what they meant to one another.

"Good night, Babe. I love you." After few moments, Adam said, "I didn't hear you."

"I didn't say anything."

"How come?"

"I'm thinking."

"About what?"

"I'm not sure how I feel."

Adam rolled over, half on John, then started tickling him and telling him to say it. John held out as long as he was able and finally blurted it out. Adam kissed him and rolled off, satisfied with John's expression of love. They wrapped themselves up in each other then fell fast asleep. It had been a tiring day.

To be continued...

Posted: 02/18/11