Reclaiming Austin
By:
William Tyler King
(Copyright 2005-2007 by the author)
The author retains all rights. No reproductions
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Chapter 12
Monday Morning I was still
confused, lost, and perplexed; WHAT had happened? Was it officially
over between Austin and I now because 'He'd 'decided it? What gave
him the damned right to decide a SECOND time to end our
relationship? Did He have any right to give me away? Would this make
it ok between Jason and I now? Should I even fucking care?
I was working on the drive through windows with Marika that morning,
She knew something was wrong and by 9:30 I had spilled the entire
story to her. She asked me a bunch of questions all of which I
answered with a shrug and "I don't know."
Finally she shook her head and said, "Child, I bet you are one good
singer cause you have one SERIOUSLY fucked up life right now."
I grinned at her and said, "Yeah, well you sing too, so how screwed
up is your life?"
"I sing Gospel baby, all I need is faith and the HOLY spirit." She
said with a fierce grin.
"Too bad, I could really use a back up singer, you want me to help
screw up your life? I'm really good at it."
"Baby, most a that ain't your fault. Austin's the one who done broke
your heart." She said with a deep southern accent. Sometimes She
sounded like a character out of the Color Purple.
"I'm serious Marika, You wanna perform on stage with me? My Friend
Phil is gunna join me with his Spanish Guitar, Saturday. I bet we
could do some great music," I said enticingly.
"How are you gunna do Gospel songs with a couple of guitars?" Marika
asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Well, I can play some Aretha, Dusty Springfeild, maybe we could do
a little Toni Braxton?" I offered.
"You're serious?" She asked as she lowered her head and fixed me a
sharp gaze.
"Come over to my house about 6:30 and find out," I teased.
"Make it 5:30, serve dinner, and you got a deal." Marika said
confidently as our first customer pulled up.
"Deal!"
I got to my apartment at a little after 4:30 and noticed I had a few
messages. The messages were as follows
"Alex, this is Ryan, I really need to talk to you, I-I- We really
need to talk, call me back when you get home."
DELETE.
"Dude, what the hell???" Phil said on the next message.
"I had to tip the male stripper dude, so what's all that about? I'll
see you in a while man."
DELETE
Jason's deep voice was next, "Hey baby, Jorge and Henna called me
and said they'd like to get together with us on Thursday for dinner
and to see about your new guitar. Oh, and wish me luck, a talent
agent called about a possible job. I'll tell you about it tomorrow."
And then in a sweet voice he added "I hope you're doing better now
baby. I'll call you tomorrow." Then he made a kissing sound and hung
up.
SAVE
The last message was from Michael and was left only a few minutes
before I got home,
"You are a stupid bastard you know that? All he wanted to do was
talk dumb shit.
Do you have ANY control of your drama reflex at all? I hope things
work out with Jason cause you just lost any chance you had with
Austin. And then in a softer almost sweet voice he said,
"Call me when you get a chance ho."
DELETE.
I couldn't help it, I got really angry with Michael, and I was
almost positive Ryan was behind Austin showing up. I was the one who
was hurt by Austin; He' s the one who left me without an
explanation. Why were they trying to make me look like the bad guy?
I stewed over this as I made a grilled chicken Caesar salad with
grilled foccocia bread Mrs. Tremere had baked that weekend. I set
the table for 3, as I had no idea what time Phil was coming over.
Marika showed up first wearing a big blue and gold blouse with black
pants that looked stunning on her full sized body. She was neither
fat nor average sized. Marika was a full sized woman whom carried
herself with certainty and dressed with confidence. Sir Mix-a-lot
had a song about women built like Marika. And Aretha paved the way
for women who carried them selves like her. After waiting a few
minutes we sat down to eat. Phil showed up a half hour later and
said he'd already eaten.
I helped unload a few of Phil's guitars, as he had a whole
collection and I only had the one, which was broken. Phil and Marika
hit it off great, as they were both natural flirts and out-going,
gregarious people. I served a white zinfandel as we sat down in my
living room to get comfy and get ready to practice a little.
After bouncing a few ideas around I asked Marika if she knew any
Simon and Garfunkle,. She didn't, but reminded me that I had said I
knew some Aretha. I remembered then that Aretha had done a cover of
Bridge Over Troubled Waters. Marika was excited as she not only knew
that song but had sung it in church recently. So Phil and I strummed
around the piano parts and actually made a decent little song by
about 10:00. We all agreed we needed to find a good keyboard player
to make that song sound right along with almost any other song
Marika would sing. We agreed to meet at 7:30 the next day as I was
taking Mrs. Tremere out to dinner. Before he left, I refunded Phil
for the stripper he'd paid even though he tried refusing. I told him
I'd tell him what was going on as soon as I figured it all out.
They went home and I went to bed.
By noon on Tuesday, everyone at the bank had been invited to our
"concert". Even Mr. Riley, our branch supervisor was going to come.
I gave Marika the sheet music and words before we left for the day.
I quickly headed home to get ready to take Mrs. Tremere out for
dinner.
I checked on Mrs. Tremere to see if she was getting ready before I
went to my apartment to shower. She was already doing her hair and
just called out to me that she was nearly done.
After showering and dressing in a nice sport coat and sharp slacks,
I Went over to Mrs. Tremere's apartment and knocked on her door, She
came out all done up in a gorgeous light cream colored dress with
gold and mother of pearl applets and beading across the material.
She wore a strand of pearls which looked stunning on her coffee and
cream skin. [you could say "rich mocha skin" if ya wanna sound
exotic] She carried a small gold handbag and had her hair up in a
meticulous coif. I was wearing a basic white dress
shirt, dark slacks and sports coat. I felt as if I were slumming
next to her. But she carried herself so well I would have seemed
shabby even if I'd worn Armani I took her to the Chart House in
Daytona Beach; it was probably the nicest restaurant this side of
Orlando. I had made reservations from work and we were seated as
soon as we walked in. I asked her to pick the wine as I was just
leaving my fraternity beer days.
"So, you are using this performance to get out of cooking lessons
yes?" She asked before tasting her wine.
I felt like a little kid being scolded even though she hadn't
changed her voice an iota.
"I have to this week, you heard us last night, we really need
practice. Next week I will schedule a day to cook. How about next
Tuesday? I'll keep Tuesdays open till you turn me into Julia Child."
I offered cheerfully.
"It is not enough time, but for now that will do, later on I expect
more evenings from you. Oui?" She asked with a face and voice of
Jasmine blossoms and diamond plate steel.
I laughed at loud and said, "Why do you ask when we both know I
don't have a choice?"
She smiled at me with a full grin and said, "So smart my Alex. I
find that most men like to believe they have a choice, I keep
forgetting that you are sometimes a daughter as well as a son to me.
What man would see things as clearly as you?"
Just then a very serious waiter delivered an appetizer of Risotto
stuffed portabella mushroom caps with smoked turkey topped by
broiled kasseri cheese. Mrs. Tremere seemed so happy as she ate
without having to worry about "pedestrian food";. Somehow I couldn't
picture her eating a Big Mac or Taco Bell.
"So talk to me about Austin and Jason Mon fils. ((my son)) You wear
your confusion like a big velvet cloak for all to see," Mrs. Tremere
observed before ordering a nice Pino Grigio. "You will like this
wine Alex, it is sweet and sharp and will make your fish taste even
better," She said setting the wine list down to give me her full
attention.
"What is there to say Mon Ch'eri? Austin left me without a bloody
word two months ago, then showed up this past weekend as if nothing
had happened. I'm with Jason now, he's gay, he's secure in his
sexuality, he makes me laugh, and he's bigger," I said-- then looked
up as our eyes locked and we both started to grin.
"Taller, I meant taller!" I giggled, then began to blush before
mumbling, "Well, that too!"
"I think Jason looks at you the way you once looked at Austin,"
Mrs. Tremere offered.
"Austin is no more Mrs. Tremere. He destroyed any chance we may have
had. Let him and his girl friend spend the rest of their happy
little lives together," I said with perhaps a little too much
vehemence.
"Yeeeees, if you keep saying that perhaps one day you might even
believe it is so." She said dismissively.
"Then what would you have me do?" I pleaded like a four year old
asking for a cookie.
"Mon cheri, that is not for me to say. This decision you must make
on your own. I think though, that you have still to resolve things
with Austin. I think you do not yet have all the information to make
the decision you must," she said as I poured our wine
I handed her a glass of wine and moaned, "Can't I just send him an
invite to our wedding?"
"Mon fils, you are 27 now, you may do as you wish. I just give you
my thoughts."
I took a drink of wine, as I ran that around my brain.
"And you're right... I just don't want to hurt Jason, if he knew I
was talking to Austin, he'd be so worried-- even if he didn't say
anything to me."
Mrs. Tremere put her hand softly on mine.
"You, Austin, even the precocious Jason, all are grown men and will
work this out as adults non?."
I looked sadly into her eyes, "I hope so Mon Ami, I hope so."
She smiled a warm friendly smile. "Dear," She said, placing her hand
over mine on the table. "Every thought you have, every emotion, you
wear like a shiny set of plate mail, a suit of armor. If Jason does
not sense your confusion and hesitancy yet, he will soon. I think
part of being man, regardless of whom you sleep with, is taking
charge of these situations."
She removed her hand after giving mine a quick loving squeeze.
"I wish I knew what to do, I have these nightmares all the time
about Austin still, or Jason turning into Austin..." I took a sip of
wine and reflected,
"Austin made a choice. How long am I expected to wait for him to
possibly change his mind? It's been over two months."
"Alex, one day two months will seem as two weeks, it's not so long.
I think that there is yet more to all this than you or I know..."
she said.
I wanted to say something but her look told me she had made up her
mind and arguing was futile. I finished my glass of wine as the food
was being served. We each had beautiful pieces of wood grilled Ahi
tuna, seared zucchini with sesame oil, and French gnocci with
assiago cheese and lemon basil sauce.
"Are you coming to see us on Saturday night?" I asked as I cut my
fish.
"Oui, I would miss you and Phillip Mon fils? Non, I will be there."
"Mrs. Tremere, how long has it been since you were in France?" I
asked, changing the subject.
"Fifteen years. Since my husband Onre died, I have had little reason
to go back. Why do you ask, my Alex?"
"I was just wondering... we always talk about me and my guys, we
don't ever discuss you finding a guy of your own. How come you don't
ever go and find your own guy Mon Ch'eri? fifteen years is long
enough to morn," I said looking her in her hazel eyes.
"Alex, I am 57 years old. This is your time, you find romance and
the perfect guy. I have had my man and all the romance one woman
needs in a life time. You are all the man I need now Mon Cher," she
said sweetly.
"Ohhhhh Mrs. Tremere, I said a man, not a little gay boy," I said,
putting my hand on the table in a grandiose show of solace. Then I
changed my expression and sat upright with a grin. "That's IT!" I
announced with satisfaction.
"You teach me to cook, cause that's what you do best, and I'll find
you a man cause that's..." I fixed my imaginary tie, "What I do
best!" I said with a self depreciative smile..
"But my beautiful Alex, what will I do with another homosexual in my
life? You fill all my gay quotas, mon chere," She said with a
twinkle in her eye and a smile on her lips.
"I was thinking something in the over Forty straight category, if
that's alright with you of course," I said, stabbing a chunk of fish
and dipping it in the sauce it was served in.
"You are trying to pass me off I think Alex?" Mrs. Tremere asked,
grinning as she ate gnocchi.
"Nooooooo, I just think you should have a guy to wine and dine you
when I'm off being naughty," I said, looking up at her with a grin.
"Oui, but I think you are not as naughty as you think you are my
sweet," She countered with a grin as she set her fork down.
I held my glass up in a toast to her, "To you meeting a nice guy and
me getting to be naughty more often."
We clinked out glasses together and drank. Our conversation next
went to food and what her plans were... She told me certain things I
should buy for proper equipment. Next then, we discussed everything
from her family, of which there were few left, to my music, which
she liked surprisingly. She looked and acted like the classical and
crooner type. Who knew she owned Fleetwood Mac, every Motown album
ever made, and Pink Floyd. I commented about how I needed to begin
working out more than twice a week if I wanted to stay my size after
eating this dessert and learning to bake like Mrs. Tremere.
After a long leisurely dessert and coffee, we walked a bit to allow
the wine to burn off. We listened to a French tape with Gregorian
monks set to rock beats called Enigma on NPR. We both agreed we were
getting the cd's
Marika and Phil were already at my apartment when I pulled up and we
all talked a little before Mrs. Tremere went home and we all got
ready for our run through. Afterwards, we worked on Dusty
Springfield's 'Son of a Preacher Man'.
Marika's gospel trained voice added a phenomenal sound to the song.
I had a basic folksy, Cat Steven's like voice. Phil only sung
background. But Marika, would have stolen the show no matter what
audience we had.
Marika said a little after the song. "I think I have a keyboardist
for us, I'll try to get him over tomorrow, or maybe we can go
there."
She didn't say it, but I think we all knew several of our songs,
along with her voice, required piano music at the least to maximize
it's potential.
We were all quite pleased with ourselves as we finished about 10:30,
we now had two songs worked out and would do another the next day
and one on Friday... We planned to save our "group set" for the last
act, to end with a bang. Although Phil knew most of my songs and
he'd accompany me wherever he felt he could.
Wednesday I had a lunchtime call from Michael. "Where the hell have
you been bitch?" he asked with sincere annoyance.
"I got your message, I didn't feel like talking with you since you
made yourself pretty clear. 'Happy Birthday' by the way, hope you
liked the new sheets." I had left the sheets at his apartment when I
ran out.
"Will you fucking grow up? Christ, with all the action you've seen
lately, I know you have some balls," Michael said in sincere
irritation.
"Listen Michael, Mrs. Tremere already convinced me I needed talk to
Austin. If he's staying with one of you, go on and send him over," I
said, trying to counter his mood and trying to stave off my temper.
Twice in the past the two had barely managed to miss destroying our
friendship.
"He took off after he saw Jason. Ryan was there and he told me what
happened." Michael said simply.
"Fuck! Listen, I was just avoiding talking to you because I've been
so busy with practicing for the Seattle Scene. And I'm really hating
the idea that I need to talk with Ryan still," I said with sad
resignation.
"What do you mean you're practicing for the Seattle Scene?" Michael
asked confused.
"I played there last week. No one at the party told you? I asked,
shocked it hasn't gotten to Michael, and then I remembered his
disappearing act. I added quickly,
"Well maybe if Dan's dick hadn't filled your ears with sticky
stuff..." I said snidely, but with a hint of humor in my voice.
"You are a hateful and jealous bitch. All we did was discuss
Politics. And you left right after we went in, how do you know how
long we were talking?"
"Well for one thing Michael, I find it hard to believe you said much
since I saw his dick buried in your mouth. For another, I knew the
stripper wasn't scheduled till 11:30, and Phil had to pay him.
Soooooo..." I stated smugly.
"Was that you who locked the doors?" Michael asked, apparently
dropping the denial line of defense.
"Who did you think it was?! Most of the guys would have opened the
door and gotten everyone to look." I stated.
"Thanks I guess... So only you know?" Michael asked.
"No, Ryan and Jason do too, cause they were with me and I couldn't
hide my surprise in time, but I warned them not to say anything."
"DAMN, I was wondering who it was and why they didn't say noth'n.
Shit, I want everyone to know I finally got Dan-- Twice!"
"I know baby, but I'm pretty sure Dan doesn't. Anyways, I'll call
you this weekend and I want every detail, so get your lies in order.
Talk to ya soon," I said as I hung up the phone.
Nothing much happened that day; we practiced and got a pretty cool
version of 'Leaving on a Jet Plane.' Marika's trained gospel voice
was a new and fantastic addition to that old standard. We also began
practicing Toni Braxton's Unbreak my Heart. Marika's friend was
going to be there Friday with his key Board so we did what we could
and Phil did a wonderful job on his Spanish Guitar.
Thursday morning, I received a call at work from Jason, he was
making sure we were still going to meet up at the Seattle Scene
after work.
"Hey, I got some great news, I'd like to take you out to eat before
we go guitar shopping ok?" Jason offered excitedly.
"What? What is it?" I asked.
"A surprise sweetheart, which means I can't tell you now! I'll tell
you all about it over dinner. Think of where you want to go, some
place nice. I have a few ideas if you think of something," Jason
said into the phone, more excited than I'd ever heard him.
"Ok honey, I'll be down about 6:00, but I have to go, we're busy and
Mr. Riley is glaring at me. See you soon. (Sound of kissing)."
Work went by quickly that day, Marika and I were gabbing and
whenever there wasn't a customer in drive through, we'd practice our
harmony. I Asked Mr. Riley if I could come in an hour late the next
day and he agreed with out comment. I figured I might spend the
night at Jason's.
I went home, showered, and changed into some nice casual clothes as
soon as I left work. I packed an overnight bag and was on the road
by 5:45. On the road down I was wondering how to tell Jason I was
thinking about talking to Austin. Jason was older, he was really
easy going, I just to hope he'd be ok with it.
I saw his car in the parking lot as I pulled into the Seattle Scene.
When I walked in I saw a small crowd and then saw Henna at the
counter waving to me. I walked over to her and was about to kiss her
the cheek when a strong hand went over my eyes and a voice asked,
"Guess who, and please don't throw me."
I laughed and felt the large hand on my face, ran my fingers up the
long fingers, sniffed the air and said, "Hmmmm, I smell fishy hands.
It's either Jacques Cousteau or Jason Brennan." Then I ran my hand
over his arm and said with a big mischievous grin, "Definitely
Jason."
I turned to kiss him and he said, "Sorry about that, I was feeding
the dolphins today and..."
*Kiss*
"...training one of the new dolphins. It takes forever to get the
smell out."
*Kiss*
We kissed a second then I remembered a trick Mrs. Tremere taught me.
"Henna, do you have any lemons and some cold coffee?" I asked. Both
she and Jason gave me odd looks.
"Now that's a new one, never heard of that drink before baby, but
yeah, we have both."
"Not to drink Henna, he washes with the lemons and then soaks his
hand for a minute in the cold coffee, it'll remove the fish smell."
So Jason went around the counter and did as I said while Henna and I
talked about whom we were seeing after dinner. Although Henna and
Jorge had been invited, She said they were going to stay here until
we got back and then we'd go to her friend 's house.
When Jason came back he had his usual big ol grin on as he walked up
to me. I grabbed his hand and sniffed it, then wrapped my lips
around the pointer and sucked it into my mouth as I looked up at
him.
"Mmmmmmm, Jawa..." I mumbled with my mouth full of finger.
"Man, you two are perfect together," Jorge said as he walked in from
outside laughing. Jason and Henna laughed too as I let Jason's
fingers slip from my mouth and yanked on his shirt so he'd bend over
so I could kiss him.
"You decided where we're going yet hon?" Jason asked after wrapping
his arms around me and lifting me to his face.
"Is there any place that'll let me sit on your lap while we feed
each other?" I asked then kissed him softly.
"Yeah, but I wanted to eat out," Jason said with a smirk.
"Little Saigon?" I asked.
Jason began laughing hysterically and Henna and Jorge did too. Jason
finally said, "I owe Michael a dollar. He swore that given any
opportunity you would always pick little Saigon." I shrugged with a
blush.
"How about Ichibon, over on Orange?" Jason countered.
"That's cool, haven't been there in a while," I said.
So we said goodbye and I drove us to Orange Ave, which wasn't very
far away at all. After we were seated in a nice cozy corner, Jason
ordered drinks then gave me a funny grin.
"What?" I asked.
"How'd ya like to date an underwear model?" Jason asked with an
arched eyebrow and a grin.
Feeling the need to be a little dense, I ignored the implication,
"Well, I'd be lying if I told you I hadn't been eyeing this
"International Male" underwear model named David Johnson," I said
off handedly.
"What about a local underwear model?" Jason tried again.
"Well sure, but I'm kinda dating this fishy smelling dolphin trainer
now," I teased. He caught on finally and teased back,
"Well Hell, I'm dating a rock star, but I'd sure wanna date an
underwear model," he said, looking at the ceiling out of the corners
of his eyes as he stuck his tongue into his cheek and tried to look
nonchalant.
"Are you trying to tell me something or deflate my ego big guy?" I
finally asked him directly.
His face got a huge grin and he took my hand. "I'm hoping to inflate
your ego baby, cause as of yesterday afternoon, you ARE dating an
underwear model," Jason said with unleashed enthusiasm.
"Oh my god! How?! What?! When?!" I began asking as the waiter came
over to take our order.
Jason turned to the waiter and began ordering for us when I got too
excited, turned to the waiter and blurted, "My boyfriend just got a
job as an underwear model, would you please bring us a realllllly
nice bottle of wine and give us a few moments please?"
The poor waiter, a nice enough looking guy in his 20s, probably my
age, blushed and said 'sure', then left.
"That was a little rude honey," Jason said. He was right and I
didn't even try to dispute that,
"But I want to hear all about it, I want to tell everyone.! And I
can't believe you are taking me to celebrate! I should be taking you
out. Well, I'm going to pay for the wine at least. I wish I'd known,
I'd have gotten something really nice. So tell me all about it!" I
blurted out excitedly.
Jason got a bemused 'you are so cute' look on his face and said,
"Well, I did this photo shoot for a photographer a few years ago, he
did it for free cause I let him take a lot of pictures he never
showed in his book," At which point he shot me a knowing wink.
"Anyways, he sent it to an agency and I did one shoot for a car add
in 95. And anyway, I got this call to come in and try out for an
underwear add for a local agency."
"YEAH???" I asked encouraging him to continue.
Jason laughed at me and added, "And, they had me come in and model
some underwear along with about 20 other guys, and they picked 4 of
us to use. I'll be in flyers in Sunday papers, catalogs, and
probably do a few shows. And it pays pretty good." He said grinning
like he was on a drug high.
"Baby, that is soooo awesome, I wanna jump in your arms and kiss you
till you black out right now." I said in a low voice so I didn't
embarrass him any more than I had with our waiter, who was brining a
bottle of wine back over.
When the waiter sat the bottle down with two glasses, "I hope the
two of you enjoy this, Congratulations!" He said as he skillfully
poured our glasses of wine.
He then took our orders, which Jason gave. At first I was a little
upset that Jason hadn't even asked me, then I realized he was
picking almost exactly what I would have ordered. We'd talked about
different types of food and apparently he had listened better than I
thought and wanted to demonstrate this fact. I gave him a wink and a
big smile when he was done.
"Did I do alright?" He asked.
"Baby, you did awesome... I have to figure out what I can do to show
you how much I care about you now," I said with a big grin. I knew
my eyes were twinkling by the look on his face.
"Alex, you don't have to do anything baby, I love to do things for
you. I love that kid-like look you get."
I blushed and batted my eyes coyly and he laughed at me, then we
talked about my performing with Phil and Marika and about work. We
talked all through dinner and when we were done, our waiter brought
out two tempura fried cheesecakes and said, "I told our managers
about your celebration and they want you to have this on the house."
He said as he sat them before us and left.
"Well that's nice, we have to try this more often!" I said with a
giggle.
"Quiet you, and eat your cheesecake!" Jason said grinning.
We thanked the waiter and asked him to thank his manager for us.
After we'd finished we gave him our credit cards, I insisted on
buying the wine. Afterwards we walked around Lake Eola twice then
got in my jeep and headed back to the Seattle Scene.
"You ready to leave yet?" Jason asked as we walked in. Henna handed
her keys to a young woman and gave her a few instructions then the
four of us got in my jeep and were off to Winter Park.
When we got there we waked up an old walkway to a canary yellow and
gray house that was probably built in the 1800s. The house had been
restored wonderfully but the garden had had been allowed to revert
back to wilderness. An older hippie dressed in a Homer Simpson
T-shirt invited us into his front porch.
"Roscoe, how are you old man?" Henna asked as she stepped and hugged
the guy warmly.
He hugged her back then brushed his long silver hair out of his
eyes. "How ya doin' Jorge?" He asked as he shook Jorge's hand. Jason
and I were introduced and he shook our hands and invited us into his
house. It wasn't so much a house as a workshop filled with woods and
tools and workspaces.
"I make dulcimers, banjoes, and guitars. Come on to my back room and
take a look at the ones I've finished," Roscoe said with another
wipe to his forehead as he turned and walked to the back of his
house.
We went to the back and in a large room, which must have been a
dining room at one point; Roscoe had shelves and displays full of
guitars.
"Go ahead and pick them up, try them out and see which one you like
dude. Can I get anyone drink while he's looking?"
As I picked one after another up, I saw a few really sharp guitars I
liked, ones with inlaid teak, mahogany, cherry and other shaded
woods.
Roscoe brought beers back for Jason, Jorge, and himself, and Pepsis
for Henna and I. Then he and the rest of them got stoned while I
went from one guitar to the next. I played Dust in the Wind by
Kansas as my test song. They were having a great time when suddenly
Roscoe stood up and told me to follow him upstairs.
Up in a room that had even more guitars in it, he said, "Hey Dude,
you seem to have a good ear, try out a few of these. If ya find one
you like, bring it down."
Then he clapped me on the back and went back downstairs. There were
some totally gorgeous guitars up here, a couple of real show pieces
that looked more like sculpture then musical instruments. So I
brought my four favorites down and into the dining room with
everyone sitting around. I had 3 really fancy guitars, which I
played first and everyone seemed to like, then I played a very plain
guitar for a minute.
Roscoe got a big smile across his cypress features. "Ya know your
shit man, that's one of the best guitars I've ever made, nobody
takes it or even tries it cause it's so plain. But it has a perfect
sound."
And it did. I ran through a few songs, even singing a little before
saying this was the one I wanted.
"So how much this gunna cost me? I asked, even though Henna and
Jorge had offered to pay, I figured I'd at least make the offer.
"It's already been taken care of Alex, you just hafta come back and
play every weekend." Henna said warmly.
I smiled and said, "Actually, Saturday I'm coming down with two,
possibly three other performers. We've been working on the show all
week." So I talked about Marika and Phil and possibly a keyboard
player coming down. "If I knocked your socks off, Marika's voice and
Phil's guitar are going to blow all your clothing off." I teased.
Jason came over and nuzzled me where I was playing and said, "I'm
not taking my clothes off unless you do first!"
We stayed another hour or so, while they passed a bowl around and
got stoned and I played my new guitar. I asked Roscoe if the guitar
had a name yet, he said it hadn't been baptized so her name wasn't
set yet.
"Does it have to be a girl's name?" I asked.
Roscoe laughed and shook his head, "No man, just most guitar players
are guys, and... you know?"
So I played "Lovin that Man" and said proudly, "This is Jason."
Jason beamed and almost blushed. Everyone else smiled. Finally we
got ready to leave and I thanked Roscoe several times before we
left.
Back at the club we stayed for a while and had our respective
coffees and I played a set of songs on my guitar for the audience
and Jason announced I would be back Saturday for a longer evening.
We each drove ourselves back to Jason' s apartment and I was glad
that this time I remembered walking in and where everything was.
"It's 10:30, you wanna stay awake a little longer or get to bed?"
Jason asked, as he carried my bag in and sat it in front of his
bedroom door.
"I don't know, what do you wanna do?" I casually asked, taking a
close look around for the first time.
"Hmmmmmm, That depends on if you're staying till Sunday or going
home tomorrow morning." Jason said as he walked up behind me,
grabbed me, and pulled me against him.
"I can stay a little late tomorrow, but I hafta go to work," I said
as I leaned against him and felt his body begin to shape itself
around me blending into every contour of my form.
After a few moments I was spun around and lifted by my ass till we
were face to face. "We better get to bed now then Hmmm?" Jason
asked, with a dangerously sexy arch of his eyebrow and a predatory
glint in his eye as he carried me to his bedroom.
I got a big grin then kissed him, then as he opened the door I
leaned in and kissed him deeply. "Ok!" I offered enthusiastically.
He walked me up to his bed and toppled like a tree, capturing me
underneath of him. "This weekend you are so mine, I hope you like it
down there?" he said as he lowered himself to kiss me. I moaned my
response as I wrapped my arms and legs around Jason and pulled him
to me.
After a few minutes of intense kissing and roaming hands, his hands
slid down the back of my pants, he lifted his head out of my reach
and grinned, "No underwear?"
I grinned back and blushed a little, "No, you're the underwear model
baby."
Jason grinned and said, "You are so fucking adorable... I may not
let you leave tomorrow."
I looked up at him with a coy grin, "Ok."
Jason looked down at me with flaming eyes for a second then stood up
on the side of the bed and began stripping me. A moment later I was
writhing on the bed as his very large hands ran from my face to feet
and back again...
I looked up into peridot green eyes and swooned as Jason threw off
his shirt and climbed back on top of me. He bent down and ran his
tongue around my sensitive ear lobe and said in a low gravelly
voice,
"I want you in so many ways, I want to spend all night slowly
screwing you till you beg for me to let you cum. I want to find new
ways I can show you how much I care about you Alex. I want you; I
want you to be mine. I want you to think of me and get hard. I want
you to think about me and panic because you can't get to me soon
enough. The same way I think about you."
And then we kissed and kissed till our lips were sore and the
temperature in the room rose ten degrees. Not sure how much time
passed, but when we stopped, Jason was naked and rubbing his leaky
cock all over my belly and thighs.
I reached down and jacked him for a few minutes before he said, "I
think your friend wants to go inside out of the cold." And then he
gave me a kiss and slid to one side while his hand rode down my body
and lifted my leg in the air and brought it to my chest. "I love how
limber you are, I have so many plans for things we can try... God, I
want you so bad!!!" He said in my ear with hot breath, making my
toes curl.
I grinned up at him and then slipped my hands off of him and laid
them on the bed over my head with my wrists crossed. "I'm all yours
big man."
Jason's head rose up and he looked at my hands then back at my face
and his eyebrow arched in uncertainty, "Are you sure?"
Despite a lot of reservations and a bad experience a long time ago,
I nodded my ascent. A smile crept across his face and he reached
over to his top drawer and brought out something metal. One of my
wrists was then cuffed and then stretched over my head and passed
through his barred headboard. My other wrist was then cuffed and
then Jason got off the bed and looked at me cuffed to his bed.
"You are so damned hot!" he hissed as he shucked my underwear and
licking my ears. He asked if I wanted my feet tied up too and I
guess my eyes got a little panicky so he just smiled and climbed
onto the bed and kneeled between my legs.
"Good, cause I love them wrapped around me or hanging over my
shoulder," he said warmly.
I loved how he tried making me feel. He was just a big blond wave of
sex and passion that washed over me.
To give you an idea of how large his hands were, with his palm in my
armpit, his fingers stretched almost to my elbow
"If I promised to feed you and walk you before and after work, could
I just leave you chained here? You look so scrumptious laying there
smiling up at me." Jason said before lifting my legs and tossing
them over his shoulder.
"You keep this up and you might not need any chains," I said
grinning up at him.
"Remind me to give you a raise," Jason said as he lowered himself to
kiss me.
I grinned and glanced down my body and caught his eye. "Wow, you
work quick Sir!" we broke upon me with a passionate kiss; and as he
slid off me to my side he got me so turned on kissing I was almost
oblivious to his long finger playing at my hole. But the kiss was
even more passionate when it slid inside.
Jason amazed me, where even I wanted to get on to the fucking soon,
he was so calm and so well paced. He told me his favorite way to
fuck was to take all night and do it slowly... I just wondered if I
had it in me... the patience I mean, there was no question about the
other thing in me.
Jason finally brought his latex covered cock to my twitching and
empty hole. My toes curled up and I melted into his bed as he slowly
moved in further and further. This was going to be good. I looked up
into his brilliant green eyes and felt I was being pulled inside
him. I tried to wrap my arms around him but forgot they were cuffed.
"You look so damn hot that way my little boy!" Jason said down at me
with eyes like fiery copper flames.
When Jason had sunk all the way in, he stopped and began kissing me
again, deeply, running his huge hands up and down my side. I felt
like exploding, my body didn't know how to react to all the stimuli.
So I screamed... Jason put his hand over my mouth and asked if I
needed something to bite. I nodded yes so he moved up a little and
stuck his pecs in my mouth. Ohhh, how I bit and sucked and chewed on
his nipple. This made him moan almost as loudly as I had.
Finally he began actually fucking me, in and out, slowly, in total
control of every movement. It was nice, I had to give him that. I
had a sudden insight as to why he'd only needed a few clients.
After a long time, I guess-- who knew how long this was going on. It
didn't much matter I suppose-- Jason pulled out briefly, and
uncuffed me. We kissed for a few minutes and then he laid next to me
and lifted my leg and came in from below and the rear. Jason lifted
my leg like a ballet dancer and slid in all at once, nice and
smooth. His lower arm wrapped around under my head and pulled me
tight against him.
"This is one of my favorite positions I only do with special guys,"
Jason said in my ear from behind me as I arched my neck around and
he met my gaping, gasping, mouth for a long kiss.
Slow and steady, like a turtle's heart beat, Jason slid all the way
in and out, over and over. My toes were curled and my mind was
lost... Until finally I realized he was picking up speed. So I
turned my head and looked in his eyes with arched brows.
"You need some sleep so you can work tomorrow," Jason said with a
smile and a kiss.
I squeezed my ass muscles together and made him smile down at me.
"Good boy, I like that!" He said as he stuck his tongue in my ear
and drove me crazy.
I did it every few minutes and each time it made him kiss me.
Finally, I tried to get my hand to my cock in time, but my explosion
ripped through me like a surprise attack and sent sperm up past my
head onto the pillow and then dribbled all over Jason's bed. This
made him really pound his point home and in a minute he was buried
to the hilt in my ass and hugging me tight with my top knee pressed
into my chest as he wrapped me up and came in his condom. Aside from
loosening his grip, we didn't move much at first. He shuddered
several times, grunted softly, and growled a low rumble into my
neck.
"Come on, let's shower before bed," Jason offered after several long
minutes of breathing heavy as he withdrew, leaving me feeling empty
and vulnerable.
We did and kissed and soaped each other up then toweled each other
off. I helped him change the bedding then went and got ready for bed
while he closed down his apartment. After brushing our teeth we
kissed some more then climbed under his down comforter and I lay in
Jason's big arms and occasionally leaned my face in so I could kiss
his chest.
"I am so fucking lucky to have met you Jason, could I have asked for
a more perfect guy?" I said to the ceiling as he stroked my hair
absent-mindedly. "I'm the lucky one Alex, you would have found a guy
in a minute if you'd wanted to," Jason said kissing the top of my
head.
"Well I wasn't looking and this freaking underwear model comes up
and hits on me. That's fucking lucky considering the mood I was in
that night."
Jason laughed. "Well Yeah, you were in a major pissy mood. But
still, there was something about you that just called, there's some
part of you that makes guys want to protect you. Even if you could
beat us all up," he said kissing me.
"I won't ever beat you up Jason, unless you want me too..." I
snickered as I snuggled tightly against his chest.
"No violence, I don't ever want to hurt you or be hurt by you."
Jason swore. It dawned on me what I had to tell him and I shivered
inwardly.
"See, how lucky I am?" I said changing my mood on a hairline pivot.
"Still think I'm luckier baby, I get a cute guy, a smart guy, funny,
talented as hell, hard worker... sweet. I guess it's true what they
say about small packages," Jason said hugging me.
I reached for his semi soft cock gently and squeezed.
"Yeah? Not so much I think, I still prefer larger packages."
"Size queen."
"Na, I'd love it all the way down to five inches. But you can leave
those extra four, don't loose those," I said laughing.
"And ya know, it's not like you aren't everyone of those things you
mentioned," I replied.
"Ok, funny and looks I grant you, but except for training dolphins
or seducing old men, I have no real talents," Jason said wistfully.
"Jason, do you have any idea how many guys only half as good looking
as you have turned into flaming ass wipes before they were out of
grade school? It's like with most people, good looking and nice are
mutually exclusive. It has to be a talent or gift that you are so
amazingly attractive, and still a genuinely nice guy." I said as I
picked my head up to look him in his darkened eyes.
"I'll tell you the truth Alex, good looks can be a curse as well as
a blessing," Jason said ruefully, "Do you know why I was so
attracted to you at that party?"
"No."
"Because not only did you look like you needed cheering up, but
because even after you knew I was gay you didn't start treating me
different and hitting on me. Alex, every other gay guy at that party
but you and Ryan were dropping hints and flirting with me. Hell, a
lot of women were too, including a wife. That's why I went outside
to get away."
"Still Jason, that has to be better then being unattractive and
never getting anybody."
"I don't know, at least ugly people can have real friends, they
don't have to worry about being stalked. How many "ugly" people have
been victims of serial killers?" Jason asked.
"Never thought of that." I hugged Jason tightly; I had accidentally
hit something inside him. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to hit a
nerve." I added,
"If anyone stalks you or tries to hurt you, you know they have to go
through me first, right?
"I hope next time you're around then baby," Jason said mysteriously.
"Oh god Jason... I'm sooo sorry... " I wanted to ask but he didn't
seem ready to get into it.
"Its ok Alex, You didn't know. Lets get some sleep ok sugar?" Jason
asked.
I moved up and gave him a long loving kiss as I lay across his
chest. "Night sweetie."
"I love you Alex, Night."
I got such a thrill when he said that.
"Could I be any luckier?" I asked as I hugged him tightly.
Of course after that was a long time before either of us slept, but
we were quiet after that.
I slept soundly and was having a dream about Jason, where he kissed
me and when I leaned back it was Austin with a bunch of Mylar
balloons. He began laughing strangely and trying to hand me the
balloons. Fortunately it woke me up to find Jason's alarm going off.
"I don't have to be to work till 2:00 today." Jason said. "And I'm
not a French chef, but I could make breakfast if you want my little
sugar pop!" He leaned over me and sucked on my ear a second.
"Gotta have my pops!" I giggled as I rolled over trying to forget
that dream. I scooted down and began nibbling on his right nipple.
"What are you gunna feed me cheesy boy?" I asked between sucking on
his nipple.
"Keep that up and you're getting a bowl of KY with latex," Jason
said, relaxing into his pillow with pleasure.
We somehow got ourselves out of the bed eventually and he went to
the kitchen while I showered again. When I was done I walked out to
find about 6 kinds of natural fiber cereal and milk with bowls on
the table, sliced banana already in the bowls, and a pot of coffee
being put on the table.
"I'm sorry sugar pop, I don't have any eggs or toast." Jason said
kissing the top of my head.
I grabbed some oat and nut cereal and filled my bowl then got some
coffee. We got set up and Jason said, "I wish you coulda gotten off
today, I'd love to take you to work with me."
"You wanna teach me to eat raw fish?" I teased him with a grin.
"You already eat raw fish; sushi?" he grinned.
"Oh yeah...."
We ate and bantered good-naturedly and then brushed our teeth. When
we finished, we went to his den and he sat in his big leather chair
and pulled me onto his underwear-covered legs. No words, we just
kissed and made out for half an hour.
"If we don't stop, you're showing for up work real late and walking
funny." Jason said in my ear.
"Mmmmm Hmmmmmm," I sighed wistfully as he ran a hand over my ass.
"You coming back tonight after practice?" Jason asked as he ran a
finger up my ass crevice.
"Keep that up and I'll skip work, practice, bathing, reading my
mail, and eating..." I said in his ear as I lifted my ass and clung
to him tightly.
"That a yes?" he asked as he withdrew his hand. "Come on Alex, I
have something I'd like to do with you tomorrow before your
concert." Jason added.
"Why are you asking me when you won't give me a chance to say no?" I
replied leaning back so I could see his face.
Jason just grinned and said, "You better get dressed sugar pop."
"That's what I thought," I said with a grin as I slid off his lap.
On the ride to work I basked in the glow of a great night of sex.
Even if Austin had invaded my dreams and my thoughts as I tried to
figure out how to tell Jason I needed to settle things with Austin.
And how was this concert going to work out tomorrow? God! What a
potential for bombing.
To be
continued...