Reclaiming Austin
By:
William Tyler King
(Copyright 2005-2007 by the author)
The author retains all rights. No reproductions
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Chapter 11
Michael threw Jason and I out of
his apartment after lunch Sunday so he could get ready for a dinner
date. Jason followed me back to my apartment.
"Are we in Georgia yet?" Jason yelled across to me as we drove along
the congested Interstate 4 corridor.
"Just passing Sanford!" I yelled back.
I was still feeling guilty about what we'd done the night before. I
was also trying to figure out what I was feeling about Jason, Ryan,
and Austin. Despite the funny and adorable hunk driving a few feet
from me, I was one confused camper.
"You travel this way every time you go out?" Jason asked
incredulously.
"Damn, you should see if National Geographic will sponsor your
trips."
I grinned at him, gave him thumbs up then jumped ahead and let him
try to catch up.
I tried to get my feelings sorted on each of these guys. Austin was
wonderful, but he'd eliminated himself. I had pounced on him like
rabid piranha. He still had my heart tied and chained up like a
treasure all his alone. He'd been the one who made the choice to
withdraw from me. So I guess it wasn't even worth considering him,
not any more.
Ryan was awesome. How could anyone not want him? But, there was
"his" Michael to consider. He'd made it clear that he felt that he
and Michael were destined to be together, and that Michael could
make the move to Orlando at any moment. I wasn't sure I wanted to be
a part of that dynamic even if I were invited.
And Jason? Was I reading him right? Obviously he was interested, but
was it in dating or just messing around? Was I even ready to move
on?
I still thought about Austin all the time. Songs reminded me of him,
I dreamed of him. But most of my thoughts about him lately made me
angry. Did that mean I was over him? I needed someone wise to whine
too, that or my Michael. He wasn't much for compassion, but he was
pretty good at seeing through bullshit and calling an asshole an
asshole.
Shit, I didn't even know if Jason was still "in business." Ryan sure
didn't like him. Was it jealousy over me? Was it just a personal
choice? Was he still fighting for the "Alex and Austin" that even I
had given up on? I had a bad headache, and I didn't think it was a
hangover.
At my apartment parking lot, I was already unpacking when Jason
drove up full of smiles like a Disney cast member.
"Damn, you still have your clothes on?" He asked me with a leer.
" 'Fraid zo, Yason," I said, imitating his friend Oscar.
Jason walked over and took almost everything I had gotten out of the
car and hauled it over his shoulders, which suddenly appeared quite
broad, and carried everything like it was nothing. This was one
strong guy. I caught myself arching an eyebrow approvingly. He
caught it too, and he grinned like the devil caught on candid
camera. Then made his pectorals dance for me.
As I climbed the walkway to my door, I could hear Mrs. Tremere
singing in French.
"Hello, mon ami," She called out her window to me. "Would you like
some croissants and pate? Maybe some sliced pear?"
"I'd love to," I called back. "Would it be inappropriate for me to
invite my friend Jason?"
I couldn't see her face in the screen over the sink where she was
working. She was quiet for a moment before she sang out.
"Nooooo, of course not Alex. If you like him, I know I will as well.
Come, come, I have made much too much for me to eat alone."
I knew that she really had cooked too much, and one way or another
she would find someone to eat with. Quite often, it landed up being
me. I suppose she thought that she had to trade her food for
company, which was quite sad. I felt sorry quite often, leaving her
alone in that apartment. I tried to get her to come to my apartment,
but hers really was so much nicer. I decided that I had to take her
out to a nice dinner this week.
"OK mon ami, let me drop off all this stuff first, then we'll be
right over," I called back.
I told Jason about Mrs. Tremere and how she was the perfect
neighbor. About how her father had been a black soldier in World War
II and had married a French girl, and how Mrs. Tremere was their
only daughter.
"Ohhhhh, Alex," She said upon meeting Jason. "This boy is more
beautiful then ... Well, in any case, if I decide to start dating, I
will make you choose my guy, yes?"
She avoided bringing Austin into the conversation, though we all
knew what she meant.
"Wait a second!" Jason said seriously as he began to rise.
"You mean to tell me you're gay?" He accused me to my confusion.
"Jason, I knew you were gay the moment I saw you look at Alex, so
stop playing such silly games!" Mrs. Tremere admonished him. Jason
got a big silly grin and put an arm around me.
"Sorry, I was just playing," He said with down cast eyes.
"Ohhhhhh, Alex. Beautiful yes, but sooooo much effort to tame this
one," Mrs. Tremere added as she retrieved her silver tray and
brought us a platter of croissants, pate and butter. She then
retrieved a tea set with cream and homemade pralines.
We watched Jason try to be delicate as he ate, and Mrs. Tremere
motioned for him to continue.
"My dear Alex, you must start coming over to learn how to cook. Yes?
See how easily I capture another of your boys with a plate of decent
food."
By decent food, Mrs. Tremere meant it wasn't from a grocery store or
a chain bakery. She was adamant that good food had to be homemade or
by trained cooks. She was proof that one could be refined at any
economic level. She put a delicate hand up draped in what I assumed
was a silk scarf to stop me as I took a breath to talk.
"You feed them first, hook them, then they are yours with energy to
do whatever your mind thinks of. This only makes sense yes?" She
asked us both. Jason could only nod in agreement as I agreed and
laughed.
"Jason, if two handsome young gentlemen wanted to date you, one was
an excellent cook and the other burned coffee. And aside from that
both were equal in all things. Whom would you chose, dear?"
Before the very embarrassed Jason could answer I started laughing
and said, "OK, OK, you win. Leave poor Jason alone please. I admit
when I'm bested."
Mrs. Tremere stood up and patted me on the shoulder as she went and
got a book from the kitchen.
"You stood no chance mon cher. I am much older and much more
experienced then you. But this is sophistication, you will learn
this too," She handed me an old cookbook in English.
"This was my father's mother's cookbook. It is very old and many
family recipes are in this book. Read it, and next week we will
begin by making something of your choice. Yes?"
"How about iced tea?" I asked with a smirk. Mrs. Tremere hated even
the idea of iced tea.
"I think we will start with honey rolls, or as you call them, 'steeeeky
buns.' my little smart ass"
So we ate, and she was an island of class in an otherwise pedestrian
world.
I thanked her with a traditional kiss and hug as I prepared to go.
Jason hesitated but was soon encompassed by surprisingly strong
arms.
"You treat my Alex good, yes?" She warned like a protective
grandmother.
"I sure plan to, ma'am. Thank you for the wonderful food," Jason
beamed.
"You thank me by making Alex learn to cook, yes?" She offered.
I shook my head like a condemned man and sang over my shoulder, "You
already won, this is no fair."
A few minutes later we were in my less aromatic apartment putting
away the leftovers she insisted we take.
Jason was looking around when he spotted my guitar.
"You play?" He asked when I walked in the room.
"Yup," I answered with a smile.
"Play something for me please?" Jason asked, handing me the guitar
and sitting on my couch.
I tuned it a minute before deciding what I was gonna sing. Finally,
I chose an old disco song by Thelma Houston that I had turned into a
rather good acoustic version.
Don't leave me this way I can't survive, I can't stay alive Without
your love, oh baby
Don't leave me this way I can't exist, I will surely miss Your
tender kiss So don't leave me this way
(Ohhh) baby, my heart is full of your heart and desire for you So
come on down and do what you've got to do Your started this fire
down in my soul Now can you see it's burning out of control So come
on down and satisfy the need in me Cause only your good lovin' can
set me free
Don't leave me this way I don't understand how I'm at your command
So baby please don't leave me this way
Don't leave me this way I can't exist, I will surely miss Your
tender kiss So don't leave me this way
Oh baby, my heart is full of heart and desire for you So come on
down and do what you've got to do Your started this fire down in my
soul Now can you see it's burning out of control So come on down and
satisfy the need in me Cause only your good lovin' can set me free
Don't leave me this way I can't survive, I can't stay alive Without
your love, oh baby
Don't leave me this way I can't exist, I will surely miss Your
tender kiss So don't leave me this way
Oh baby, my heart is full of heart and desire for you So come on
down and satisfy the need in me Cause only your good loving can set
me free
Jason was grinning warmly and gave me a big round of applause.
"Dude, that was awesome! Oh my god, Alex, that was fucking great! I
couldn't place what song it was till you sang the chorus. Shit Alex,
that was awesome."
I got up and went over and sat in his lap and wiggled till I was
comfy and played another song as I leaned into him.
After a few seconds of thought, my fingers started the melodic
strumming of REM's "Everybody Hurts."
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, when
you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on. Don't let
yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along. When
your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on) if you feel like letting
go, (hold on) when you think you've had too much of this life, well
hang on.
Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends. Everybody hurts.
Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand. If you feel
like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.
Well, everybody hurts sometimes, everybody cries. And everybody
hurts sometimes. And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold
on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (Everybody
hurts. You are not alone.)
By the end of the song, Jason had wrapped his big arms around me and
was nuzzling my neck. He was "holding on" to me.
"Oh my god! Alex! That's amazing. Why aren't you doing this for a
living?" Jason asked, all choked up.
"Thanks Jason, but I'm not really that good. You're just partial." I
said playfully hitting his shoulder with my head. "No Alex, you
really are that good sweetie. Really!" Jason said as he took the
guitar out of my hands and leaned it on the end table. A moment
later his arms encircled me and pulled me tightly against him.
"Now I want to show you one of my talents as a thank you for that."
Jason said in my ear softly.
I must have stiffened up and sent an unconscious message to Jason.
"Jason, I really want to find out where this is going, I really do.
God, I can't believe that you are even interested in me. But ..." I
searched for the words, "I'm... confused and I'm not sure..."
Jason put a finger to my lips and whispered in my ear.
"Alex, I want to make love to you so bad it hurts. Seriously, it
actually hurts. But I could tell last night it's too soon for you.
All I want to do is hold you tonight. Maybe a little kissing. Where
we go is up to you Alex. OK? We both know what I really want to do,
but I don't want to fuck this up," Jason said sweetly before adding,
"And I don't think I'm any better then you in any way. In fact,
after that performance, I feel honored to be in your presence."
And so that's what we did, we got undressed and went to my bed, and
Jason held me tightly spooned in his warm, slightly hairy arms. We
nuzzled and kissed a little, and I was taken by the first good sleep
I'd had since Austin left me. Not even a nightmare that night.
After a nice basic breakfast (despite what Mrs. Tremere said, I
could cook some things) Jason went home, and I got ready for work.
It was nice waking up with a warm body for a change.
The week went by quickly as I was either working or preparing for
Michael's birthday party. I arranged for the stripper and the food,
Mrs. Tremere was making the cake, and so far everyone except Melissa
was planning to show up. I hadn't learned why Melissa was standing
up Dan, but when I called Ryan, he promised to explain it all to me
later.
Friday, I received an excited phone call from Jason on my machine. I
called the number he gave, and could tell almost instantly that he
was hyped up like he'd been doing meth.
"Dude, can you get to Orlando tonight?" He asked like he was trying
to keep some giant secret.
"Yeah, I suppose so. It'll take me a while," I said confused.
"Cool! Dress casual and bring your guitar to the Seattle Scene
Coffee house," He said, his voice so excited that it was cracking.
"What?!" I asked flatly, not believing the implication.
"Alex, I talked my friends Jeorge and Henna into featuring you
tonight. Or at least auditioning you," Jason said proudly.
"What?" I asked again, perhaps a little deeper and less confused.
"Go put on your black silk shirt, those black jeans and sneakers,
grab your guitar, and come visit me at Seattle Scene," Jason said to
me in forced calmness.
I'll spare you the rest of the phone call, because it went on for
another 10 minutes until he'd talked me into visiting with my
guitar. He assured me I wouldn't have to go on if I didn't want to.
Seattle Scene was a good-sized coffee house that served sandwiches,
bagels, and pastries. It had a small stage that I'd seen some
average singers and a few bad poets perform on.
The club was sparsely populated at 7:30 when I got there.
"Alex!" Jason sang out excitedly as he walked across the floor when
he saw me.
I was hugged tightly before I was escorted over to meet Jeorge and
Henna. They seemed like yuppies who wanted to be hippies but were
born too late and with too much money. Nice enough I guess.
"Sooooo, dude, I hear you can really make the strings dance," Jeorge
said in a voice that might have come right out of Woodstock.
"Ummmm, yeah, I play a little I guess. Never for a crowd I didn't
know though," I stammered, looking at the crowd.
"Awwwww, they're all good people, Alex. Jason says you really have a
gift. Care to show us?" Henna asked warmly but more business-like.
After a little coaxing, I took the trio in the back room and did a
cover of Harry Chapin's "Cats in the Cradle."
All three of them had looks that crossed the board from awe, to
pleasure, to excitement. Jason came over and kissed me.
"Baby, it's a small crowd out there now. Go find out if they love
your voice as much as we do," He said.
"I'll give you free coffee and whatever you want to eat tonight. And
if the crowd responds like I think they will, I'll discuss paying
you next time," Henna said as she rubbed my back.
"What the hell. Jason's gonna go out and get the crowd to start
chanting my name if I don't anyways," I said with a grin.
A few minutes later, with no microphone, I took a stool on stage and
announced my name. Then I sat down, closed my eyes, and let my
fingers go.
Indigo Girls, Extreme, Cat Stevens, REM, even an acoustic version of
"I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor. Apparently we had a pretty gay
crowd. As they were so quiet I had to open my eye to see if they
were still there when I was part way through Gaynor's anthem. They
were, and they were enraptured.
Half an hour later, Jason got on stage with a mike and said it was
intermission. I opened my eyes and saw that a few more people had
come in, quite a few. I got a pretty good response when I ended.
"Good thing they aren't drunk!" I said to Jason after waving to the
crowd.
I got an iced latt? And had a turkey sandwich while I was watching
the crowd, people kept coming over to talk with me about their
favorite songs or what they hoped I'd play. Jason stood over me
protectively with his body pressed against mine the whole time.
In my next set, I did Scarborough Fair by Simon and Garfunkel, a
Green Day cover, some Smashing Pumpkins, and Carly Simon's
"Anticipation." I dedicated that to Jason, who bowed and waved at
the audience and hammed it up.
By my third set, the place had filled and a crowd was standing
around. I can't tell you the fear, thrill, and high that performing
in a room that size next to an audience that loves you. Jason had to
help me walk I was so excited.
For my last set, I repeated a few songs mostly cause I was having
trouble thinking and also because I was getting requests to do songs
because people had missed them earlier. I also did a few Neil Young
songs, some Elton John, and ended with my one of my all time
favorites, "Wicked Games" by Chris Isaak.
The whole world on fire and no one could save me but you. It's
strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed
that I'd love somebody like you. I never dreamed that I'd loose
somebody like you no,
I don't want to fall in love, No I don't want to fall in love With
you.
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked
thing to do, to let me dream of you. What a wicked thing to say, you
never felt this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of
you and
No I don't want to fall in love. No I don't want to fall in love.
With you. With you. Nobody loves no one.
I usually had Phil or Dan or Cynthia sing backup for me. One time
Ryan had even told me that he had met Chris Isaak and that this was
also one of his favorite songs.
Regardless, the audience was on its feet applauding and cheering and
the sound was disorienting. When I opened my eyes and saw
wall-to-wall people all looking at me, I suddenly panicked and fell
off my stool. As I landed I heard wood cracking and realized it had
to be my guitar.
Jason and a dozen other guys came over asking if I was all right. I
was so embarrassed and tried to get up and brushed all the hands
away. I grabbed my guitar and made a hasty exit towards the back
room. I put my back against the door and heard the audience, most of
whom had missed my stage dive. I was mortified.
"What happened, dude? They sure seemed to like you." Jeorge's voice
wafted over with his pot smoke in the dark.
"I fell." I said simply, suddenly wondering if I could ask Jeorge
for a few tokes.
Someone began to knock softly on the door.
"Alex, you OK?" I moved aside and opened the door quickly to allow
Jason in.
He gave me a hug and kissed my forehead.
"You were amazing, baby boy!"
"Before or after I embarrassed myself so badly?" I asked
sarcastically.
"Alex, you fell off a stool because you had six dozen people in your
face. Big whoopdee doo! How's your guitar?" We looked down and saw
that the neck was barely hanging on to the body. I was really mad at
myself.
"Awwwwww dude, we'll pay to fix that. Don't get all bummed." Jeorge
volunteered warmly.
"Can't fix this Jorge, I'm gunna hafta get a new one. It sucks
because this was a present from my mother."
Jeorge came over and put a hand on me and passed me his bowl. It had
been a long time, but I felt I needed it just then. Jason took a hit
and passed it back to me. They sort of forced me to bogart for a
while.
Finally, I calmed down and Jason had an arm firmly wrapped around
me.
"Let's go face the hordes kiddo," He said, walking to the door. I
was essentially dragged. Jason just lifted me from behind and
carried me out.
"Here's the star!" Jason announced.
A crowd got all animated and came over grinning at Jason's arm
around me.
"No more music tonight, guys. Alex's guitar broke when he fell,"
Jason said.
Quite a few sad moans and disappointed sounds littered the room.
Several minutes later, this girl with tribal tattoos came over and
handed me a coffee cup.
"Here, Alex. It's not much, but we collected this from the crowd.
All of us really liked you, dude. You put a lot of soul and heart in
your songs. We all hope you come back."
"You were a hit, Alex," Henna said, handing me another cup full of
dollar bills.
"I know this isn't nearly enough to replace a good guitar, but we'll
pick that up for you baby. I have a friend who builds guitars if you
wanna check him out."
We made plans to meet next week and discuss it. Henna said we could
discuss my appearing again then too.
"Alex, I have already been asked if you'd play at three weddings."
Henna said proudly, as though she were now my agent.
"I have a job!" I protested weakly. I hadn't been stoned in a long
time, and it was kicking my butt. At least I was calm now.
"So you can do this on the side, most weddings are on weekends,"
Henna added as she handed us our drinks.
I was beginning to get freaked out by all the fans wanting to talk
with me, so I grabbed Jason, and we went in the storeroom to hide.
We ended up making out. After each of us had prominent wet spots on
our pants, I decided it was time to go home.
"It's Friday, baby. Why don't you come to my house?" Jason offered
me.
I put my head on his shoulder and said, "OK, I don't wanna drive
right now."
When we walked out the little crowd that was still around the stage
all laughed as they caught site of the spots on the front of
clothing.
Jeorge handed something to Jason that I assumed was more pot.
Everyone was very gracious as we prepared to leave. And I got hugs
and kisses, and I managed a few polite thank yous, a few dumb stares
and a long giggle when I realized how tightly Jason and I were
wrapped up in each other. People were saying a lot of nice things,
and I wanted to be more congenial but my head was soaring
"Jeorge, Henna, I'm taking this giggling, squinty eyed boy home for
the night. I'll give you a call Sunday," Jason said with a chuckle.
I wanted to say something, but by the time I formed a word in my
head five minutes had passed and they were laughing about something
else. I remember both Jeorge and Henna hugging me good night and
saying something about a new guitar. I think I said thank you. And
then we were in Jason's car.
I barely remember a thing about Jason's house. He had a big soft bed
with brick coloured sheets and big beige down comforter. it was
almost decadent cuddling with him under his comforter.
I woke up early the next morning, kissed Jason a little, reminded
him about the party later then slipped into the shower. Jason joined
me before I got out. Later Jason drove me to my car at the coffee
shop and we had a long kiss goodbye. I made him promise to come to
Michel's house for the party later.
By the time Saturday afternoon rolled around, I was actually
excited. Jason was meeting me beforehand and was going to help me
set up with Ron.
Of course, Cynthia, Korma and Jennifer were also going to be there
to decorate. No one twisted crepe paper quite like Cynthia or
gathered balloons like Jennifer. My job was arranging the whole
event. I put Glen on music, so I knew there would be a lot of
Journey despite many pleas to skip it in lieu of 70s, 80s or early
90s dance, disco, or even rap music. I pleaded with him to hold off
on the journey till after everyone was drunk and the party began to
dwindle.
Jason arrived at 6:30 with a gorgeous cake dressed in almond-colored
rum butter cream frosting and marzipan fruits that Mrs. Tremere had
baked.
"You are so going to learn to cook like this," Jason said as he slid
the cake onto the table and leaned over to kiss me.
"And never stop working out. In fact, I think we should both double
our workout routine right now just to prepare for the food you'll be
making soon."
I kissed him once again and said, "Easy there, big guy. I'll be
starting with toast and jam. Don't get caviar dreams in your head
just yet."
He laughed and kissed me again before strutting over to introduce
himself to Glen and offer his expertise with the music.
"Thank god!" I thought, and then worried that between the two of
them Garth Brooks or Toby Keith might appear.
The main crowd began pouring in at about 8, and the party was
starting to jig by 9:30 when Michael showed up.
"OK, all you bitches can go home now, except Jason, Dan and Alex.
Alex, get me a beer, cut the cake and serve us, bitch!" Michael
bellowed as he entered the room.
It was then that I finally saw Ryan and managed to squeeze over next
to him. "I saw your one-pack last week, Michael. Trust me, you need
push ups, not cake," I said to Michael as I gave him a one-armed
hug.
"Hey Ryan," I said. Then I noticed his roommate squeezing in behind
him.
"Ohhhh, hey there, Brandon."
"Hey, Alex. Nice shirt," Brandon said as he kissed my cheek and
walked in.
"Thanks Brandon, like your outfit, too." Then I turned on Michael
and said, "Michael, what the hell are you doing here? I told you we
were having a party tonight."
I handed Brandon and Ryan some ice-cold beers from the coolers.
"Who invited the talking chimp?" Michael asked dismissively as he
walked away.
"I thought you two were best friends?" Brandon asked confused and
unsure if he should say anything.
"They are buddy. It's a long strange story, but that's how they talk
to each other. Don't take any of it seriously," Ryan said as he
escorted Brandon in and began introducing him to people.
"I want to be a gay man, Alex!" Cynthia announced as she slipped up
and put an arm around my waist.
"It is not fair that you keep getting such fine boyfriends. I mean,
really, it's just not fair," Cynthia declared as she watched Jason
talking with Phil.
"And if he doesn't work out, then you've got two or three more hunks
hanging around here." She pouted dramatically.
"Sugar, I think you are missing one or two vital ... apparati to be
a gay man. Now, if you want to be a lesbian, I know one or two who
would love to help you out as favors tome."
"Dahrlin," Cynthia announced in her perfect Carolina accent, "If ah
want seafood ah'll have daddy take me to Red Lobsta! Ah guess ah'll
just have ta buy some aparati at a gay bookstore."
"I'll keep my eyes open for sales then," I called after her.
The party was raging by 10:30. Boys chasing girls, boys chasing boys
and nearly everybody drunker then they should be this early in the
party.
Michael had assembled a small circle of boys and was playing
drinking games with them. It really wasn't fair as neither Dan, Glen
nor Stephan were near the alcoholic tolerance that Michael, Brandon,
Ron, or Ron's current boyfriend, Les, were. Oh well, they were over
18.
While I was mixing up a fresh batch of watermelon martinis, one of
Michael's favorites, Ryan slipped up behind me stuck his bristly
chin on my neck and said, "When you're done, we need to talk
handsome."
Ryan said as he grabbed a beer and danced past me. I finished mixing
the giant mix of cocktails and passed the pitcher of 100 proof
martinis to Jennifer to take to the boys, I then searched the
crowded house till I found Ryan talking on a cell phone on Michael's
deck.
"OK, Mr. Mysterious. What's so important?" I asked.
"Yeah, I guess it's time. Talk to you later bro, Good luck." Ryan
said into his phone as he hung it up and looked at me. My intuition
told me he was up to something.
"Melissa and Dan broke up," Ryan stated, looking down at me
cryptically.
"Yeeeeeeeah," I said slowly. "Everyone knows already, we just don't
know why yet."
"Because she was cheating with an old boyfriend who lives in
Gainesville. I walked in on them," Ryan said shaking his head from
side to side.
"Fucking Gainesville, does anything at all good come from that shit
hole?" I fumed, feeling sorry for Dan.
"Well, a lot of cute boys ... some talented athletes ... Gatorade,"
Ryan offered nonchalantly.
I shook my head angrily. I had a lot of questions - not only about
Melissa and Dan, but also, what was Ryan doing in Gainesville -- but
wanted to get a drink first. I saw that Ryan needed one, too.
"I'll be right back. You want a beer or something?" I asked taking
his empty glass.
"Surprise me. Just no tequila, I'm driving," Ryan said as he
followed me into Michael's hallway and leaned against a closet door.
I decided I didn't want to walk all the way around, so I walked over
to Michael's bedroom door and opened it and turned on the light. On
the other side of the room, I got a perfect view of Dan standing by
the bed naked, his cock sticking out of Michael's mouth. Neither had
noticed -- or cared -- that the lights had gone on. I quickly turned
around and turned the lights off and left, locking the door behind
me.
"I think Dan's over Melisa ... or, at least ... ummmm, found a way
to cope," I said to Ryan with wide eyes as I walked past to get the
drinks.
"Whadda ya mean?" He asked, me stopping me with a big hand.
I pointed at the bedroom door and tried talking. Finally, I managed
to say, "Dan ...and Michael ... Gotta lock other door."
I walked around and reached my hand in Michael's front door and
locked his door then closed it. I just shook my head as I went over
to get drinks. Jason walked up and said, "You have some really great
friends Alex, much nicer than that 'party' I met you at."
"Thanks Jason, apparently they all like you too. So far one guy and
several girls have asked if you were available or not." I smiled at
him as I grabbed some beers.
"And what did you tell them?" Jason asked with an over confident
grin.
"That you were my pimp, and you were mean and jealous and liked to
beat me." I said with a grin as I brushed myself against him. He
laughed and asked me, "So, any of them still interested?"
"I'm not telling unless you spank me big guy!" Jason laughed and
slid an arm around me as he followed me back to Ryan. I might have
been mistaken, but Ryan's eyes got narrow and he folded his arms
when he saw Jason. I could feel the heat and hoped Jason wouldn't.
"So what was that comment about Dan not needing Melisa anymore
about?" Ryan asked. I frowned, not sure if I should say anything in
front of Jason.
"Ummm, It's just that I just saw Michael on his knees getting his
birthday gift shoved down his throat from Dan," I blushed as I said
out loud.
"Neither of you should say a word to anybody about this. Michael
would love it, but Dan ... probably wouldn't," I said, picking my
words carefully.
"Man, the straight guys at these parties sure aren't like the ones I
grew up with," Jason said shaking his head then leaning over to kiss
my ear.
"They probably are, it's the gays around here that are different.
Out and unapologetic, not secretive." I said.
"Or maybe it's something in the water." I offered.
"Probably safer to say it's something in the beer, or watermelon
martinis." Ryan observed shaking his head.
"Ryan, Dan's a big boy, He looked real happy when I saw him earlier.
Michael has been hitting on him for years. I guess he just decided
to give it a go out of anger or revenge; maybe it's sexual
frustration. Trust me, Michael wouldn't do something like that if
Dan hadn't indicated he wanted to."
Ryan looked me in the eyes and said, "A lot of people seem to be
making a lot of really bad snap decisions. No one even seems
interested in trying to work things out." He locked eyes with me. I
knew he meant Austin and me.
"If certain parties had made any indication they wanted to work
things out, they should have made that known six weeks ago. They
didn't, and life goes on. You can't expect a person to wait around
for years for something that probably won't ever happen." I stated
pointedly to Ryan. Maybe a little angrier then I should have.
"Ya know what Ryan? Everybody here tonight is over 18 and can make
their own choices. Right or wrong. It's up to them, nobody else gets
a vote." Jason said as he stiffened and tightened his arm around me.
Christ, could these to hate each other any more politely?
"Friends try to help their friends not make choices that will end up
hurting them," Ryan said breaking his gaze from me and firing it at
Jason with double barrels.
"maybe that's true if they're endangering someone's lives, like
driving drunk, But if it's a personal choice, it's their mistake to
make. A friend is there to give them support if they need it and
give advice if they ask for it." Jason countered smoothly, though
his anger could be felt even through his calm facade.
Just then, several excited voices called me from the living room. I
slipped out from Jason and prayed these two wouldn't get physical.
Then told them I'd be right back.
"Actually, I need to talk with Brandon," Ryan said. I was sure he
didn't want to get left with Jason and was relieved they were
splitting up.
I heard more people calling me and wondered if the stripper had
gotten here early. Instead, standing in the dining room, dressed in
a red A&F shirt, a black cap and jeans, smiling a weak smile, eyes
searching for mine, was ... Austin.
I froze, my emotions crashing into a shut floodgate. I became weak
and started to shake. All those weeks of pent-up frustrations began
leaking to the surface.
"It is so good to see you again, baby," Austin said as he walked up
to me and put an arm on my shoulder. He seemed oblivious to the
croud that formed a circle around us. Like a school yard full of
kids before a fight.
"WHY are you here?" I managed to growl out under my breath to him.
Every eye in the place was on the two of us. The only other sound of
note was Journey's "Wheel in the Sky" playing in the background. At
that moment, I was facing the object of all my pain and suffering,
the guy who had shredded my heart and left me for dead without an
explanation.
Austin removed his hand and bent his head forward. "Baby, it's me.
I-I got away for the weekend," He said, trying to muster his boyish
charm in the face of my growing fury.
"Then go back!" I choked out, running past him to the front door. I
vaguely recall the confused faces and hands reaching out to me from
the crowd.
"Alex, Please stop! We gotta talk, baby," Austin called to me with a
sad urgency.
I had developed tunnel vision, my world was pressing in like a
cracked sub at three miles down. I had to escape the crowd and get
away. I felt panicked like I never had in my life, not even on the
stage the night before.
"Alex? Please, baby. Let me talk to you, please?" Austin pleaded.
His voice cracking.
"You lost that option when you crushed my heart. What can you say to
that will give me back everything you destroyed?" I hissed as I
forced my way towards the door. I needed to escape, fresh air. Ryan
fought his way through the crowd and looked at Austin then directly
at me.
I suddenly panicked and ran as fast as I could to the door. I didn't
care who was in my way. When I got outside, I ran to my car as fast
as I could go. I barely heard my name being called.
Suddenly, I looked up and Jason was there at my Jeep doors holding
his hand out for the keys. I wanted to punch him at first. But I
knew somehow he was there to help me. Of all the people there, he
was the one who didn't want me to be with the cause of all my pain
and suffering.
We'd barely gotten a block from the house when the dam broke and I
began sobbing uncontrollably. Jason tried talking to me soothingly
but all I could do was cry and try and to force thoughts of Austin
from my mind.
At my place, Jason helped me from the car and walked me upstairs as
though I was a cripple. He held his arms around me both protectively
and supportively. I heard his words cooing to me about things being
all right and how he was there for me.
I recall getting a drink from Jason and having him remove my
clothing and getting me into bed.
As he slid in next to me, holding me tightly and protectively, I
suddenly realized what I wanted, what I needed, what would drive
Austin from my mind.
"Jason?" I said darkly.
"Yeah, baby? Whadda ya need, honey?" Jason asked as he rubbed me
gently from behind.
I rolled over to face him; I wanted to look into Jason's eyes, which
seemed black in my dark room.
"Fuck me?" I begged desperately.
Jason readjusted himself suddenly, "You sure?" He asked warily.
"Yes, pound that SOB out of my mind. Make me forget about him once
and for all Jason."
"That's an interesting seduction," Jason said as he reached out to
caress me.
"I mean it Jason. I want you in me. Take me and make me yours.
Pummel every thought of that bastard out of me," I pleaded as I
tried sliding under Jason.
Jason stopped me and looked down at me from a raised elbow. "On one
condition," he said.
"Anything," I promised as I reached up and began playing with his
nipples.
"You let me take control and you don't and you don't mention Austin
again. I want you Alex, I have since we first met. I've given up my
old career and smoking for you. I want you to want me, to think of
ME." Jason said as he lowered himself onto me.
I put my arms over my head in a submissive position. "Promise.
Tonight you drive and you take control, I'm all yours." I said
softly.
Jason rolled on top of me and began kissing me. He was a great
kisser, and as his hands roamed over my naked body, his erection was
already poking at my groin. With out thinking, I brought my legs up
till my knees were in my armpit. Jason raised his face from mine,
looked side to side at my legs, got a smile and said, "Damn, you
sure are a twisty dude, aren't ya?"
"You have no idea," I responded as I began to work my legs behind
his shoulders. His cock was now grinding into my ass, and I imagined
that I could see his smile even in the dark room.
Jason whistled. "Damn, Oscar would be impressed. Maybe you do have a
few talents to show him."
Jason reached over and opened my nightstand drawer and took out a
condom and a bottle of lube. I couldn't see this, but I knew the
sounds well.
Jason bent down and kissed me as he was putting the condom on.
"You ready?" Jason asked.
"Lube?" I responded.
Jason reached over and retrieved the WET. He lubed his
condom-covered erection and began fingering my hole, which made me
moan loudly.
"Mmmmmmmmm. Tight little fucker," Jason cooed in my ear as he licked
and nibbled my lobe and began sticking his tongue in my ear.
Jason was lubing my hole with a second finger. It felt great, but I
wanted more.
"Fuck me, Jason." I pleaded as though this would drive the pain of
seeing Austin from my mind.
The fingers were withdrawn and a cock head was suddenly pressing at
my hole.
"Yeaaaaahhhhhh, big guy." I moaned as he reared up and grabbed my
ankles and pressed them down as he began pushing into me.
"Gotta tell Michael you belong to me now, bitch." Jason said as he
suddenly forced half of his 8 1/2 inches into me.
I threw my head back and loudly moaned and almost yelled.
"Like that my bitch?" Jason asked.
"Yeeeaaaaahhhhhhh," I moaned happily.
Jason buried himself in me and ground his brown pubes against my
ass.
"Ohhhhhhh God yeah!" I growled loudly.
Jason let go of my ankles and grabbed my wrists and used all of his
6-foot-4 frame to pin me down and ground his cock in my ass.
"Jeeeesuz Christ! That's sooooo fucking tight...feels awesome!"
Jason groaned.
"Fuck me!" I pleaded, excited by the casual roughness and needing so
badly at that moment to feel something, anything, that didn't
involve my being betrayed.
And so Jason's hips started to pump his long shaft into my tight and
hungry ass over and over.
Jason held my hands over my head with one hand, his weight pushing
down on my wrists. His other hand caressed my face before he leaned
over and kissed me, opening his mouth to mine and exploring me with
his tongue.
The more I pleased with him to pound me, the harder and faster he
slammed his cock into my ass. After a few minutes neither of us were
making words, just grunts, moans and loud breathing.
Before I even knew what was happening, my balls tightened and blew
cum all over our chests and bellies. My contractions set him off,
and with a final thrust of his talented hips, I could feel the
condom pulsing in my ass. We clung weakly to each other, breathing
heavy and fading in and out of consciousness.
"Thanks," I moaned softly as I put my legs down and forced him out
of me.
"Anytime baby." Jason said with a barely perceptible grin.
Jason got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I heard water, and a
few minutes later I could feel a washcloth washing my chest and
belly. Then there was a long sleep as Jason wrapped himself around
me.
I awoke feeling amazingly happy the next day. Jason was still
holding me, and the noon sun was streaming in my window.
"Morning sleepyhead!" Jason said as he looked down at my face.
"Mmmmmmrning," I mumbled back with a brief smile.
"Since you wouldn't come shower with me last night, why don't you go
do that while I see if I can scrounge up some breakfast. If I can't,
I'll join you and then we'll go out for breakfast," Jason said in an
alarmingly coherent way.
"You join me in the shower, you best hang up any idea you had about
eating." I grinned at him over my shoulder as I sashayed naked to
the shower.
As I was showering and enjoying the warm feeling in my ass and the
warm water cleaning me, I heard my door bell ring.
"I'll get it." Jason called.
Hmmmmph, probably a bunch of door to door Christians, I thought.
When I got out and dried off and threw some black Calvin briefs on,
I walked to the living room and snuggled up against Jason.
"You get rid of that annoying Jehovah's Witness?" I asked as I stuck
my hand in my robe, which Jason happened to be wearing.
"It was Austin," Jason said solemnly as he looked at me with sad
eyes.
"He wished us happiness, and told me to take care of you," Jason
said as I shrunk into him.
"I thought he was going to hit me at first, but Ryan was with him,
probably to make sure nothing happened. Then he started to cry and
told me to take care of you. Alex, I wasn't trying to win you. I
didn't know I had to. Why do I feel like I've done something wrong?"
I leaned my head into his shoulder and began to cry.
To be
continued...