|The Man from Swift Current|
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|Chapter 143: Brian’s Folly|
After the guys left, Rick looked at me and asked, “Do you want to go out for breakfast?”
I nodded my head. “Yeah, I love going to IHOP (International House of Pancakes)!”
Rick laughed. “You know you’re going to get fat, if you keep eating all that fried food.”
I protested, “No, I won’t because you won’t let me!”
“Damn right, I won’t!” Rick said, grinning at me. “There’s no way I’ll be saddled with some fat old man, with his gut hanging over his belt and man boobs!” He pinched my nipples hard, making my dick hard as a bullet!
I punched him in the shoulder. “Just remember that when you start to get a bit of a beer belly. I’m the one who doesn’t drink, you know!”
Rick lifted his white muscle shirt to show off his flat stomach and six-pack abs. “Do you see an ounce of fat on this body?”
I ran my hand down his washboard abs and leaned in to kiss him. “No, I don’t feel any; but, maybe I can pinch an inch.”
I attempted to do just that, when he grabbed my hands in his. He laughed. “Oh, no you don’t!”
I gave him my “who me?” look. “I wasn’t doing anything.”
Still holding my hands in his, he pushed me onto my back, raising my arms over my head, pinning them against the arm of the sofa and positioned himself between my legs. I stared up into his face, seeing the passion blazing in his eyes. He lowered his head to capture my lips, pushing his tongue deep, claiming my mouth. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me and locking my ankles behind his back. He ground his solid steel pole against my crotch, sending bolts of electricity coursing throughout my body. He released my hands and slipped them under my shirt to pinch my already sensitive nipples, his lips never leaving mine. I moaned with pleasure and arched into him.
When we came up for air, I grinned up at him. “I wouldn’t have gotten dressed if I’d known I was going to spend the day on my back.”
Rick gave me a lecherous grin, as he pulled his shirt off. He reached down to remove mine, taking time to gently bite my bare shoulder. He whispered into my ear, “You won’t be on your back all day.”
I gave him a look of disbelief. “Really?”
He laughed and said, “Have you forgotten how much I love fucking you in different positions?”
I shook my head. “No, I haven’t forgotten.”
“Well, you won’t be on your back, unless you want it that way,” Rick said, taking off his shorts and bikini underwear. He hooked thumbs inside my shorts and underwear, taking them off me with one swift motion. My cock popped free and slapped against my stomach. “It looks like you need some attention, Babe.”
I gave him a lecherous look, and asked, “Are you offering to take care of me?”
Without another word, he knelt between my legs and took me into his hot mouth. The sudden warmth of his tongue caressing me nearly sent me over the edge. He stopped and held still for a moment, allowing me to calm down. When my breathing returned to normal, he continued his mission to bring me extreme pleasure. He brought me to the edge again, then lifted my legs over his shoulders and entered me in one swift motion, sending shockwaves of pleasure rocketing through me.
Covering me with his body, he kissed me and said, “I want to make sure you know you’re all mine.” He made sweet love to me, leaving me no doubts I belonged to him and only him!
Peyton walked hand in hand with his husband through the amusement park, enjoying his company. They passed a swarm of high school students making their way deeper into the park, when a group of young guys surrounded them. Peyton stopped and glanced around him, wondering what was about to go down. Jonathan squeezed his hand to reassure him.
A tall, skinny youth with dark brown hair and eyes, a wide generous mouth and hawkish nose put his arm around the shorter blond-haired boy next to him, and said to Peyton and Jonathan, “Thank you for being out and proud.”
“You’re welcome,” Peyton said, smiling at them, while silently breathing a sigh of relief.
Jonathan met the youth’s gaze and asked, “Are all of you gay?”
“Yes, we are,” responded the blond. “We need to see more adults, like you two, showing us it’s okay for us to be open about who we are.”
A third one spoke up, “Are you guys married?”
“Yes, we are,” Peyton replied, turning to meet the honey colored eyes of the lanky youth behind him. He had smooth, dark brown skin and short, curly black hair. He smiled, as the group erupted in cheers.
When they had settled down, the blond guy said, “I’m Jason, and this is my boyfriend, Khareem. We plan to get married, as soon as we graduate from high school.”
Khareem asked, “Where did you get married?”
“We were married in Canada,” Jonathan said.
“We want to be married in Boston,” Jason said. “We’re both going to college there.”
“Congratulations! We wish you the best,” Peyton said, smiling.
Khareem replied, “Thanks. Maybe we’ll see you guys around.”
With that, they disappeared into the press of people surrounding them. Jonathan looked at Peyton, and observed, “That was different.”
Peyton replied, “Yes, but it was also kind of cool to have those young guys tell us they liked seeing us hold hands. Usually, it’s some bigot yelling obscenities at us, because they’re offended to see us show our love for each other.”
Jonathan said, “You’re right about that.” He paused to consult a map of the park, then suggested, “Let’s head over to this big roller coaster.” He pointed to it on the map.
Peyton grinned. “Let’s get on every one of the big coasters.”
Jonathan laughed, and said, “Then let’s get moving.” The two young men disappeared into the crowd, making their way to their chosen roller coaster.
Peyton was still thinking about their encounter with the group of teens, when the same group of guys joined them in line.
Khareem saw Peyton’s look and laughed. “I promise we’re not stalking you guys.”
Jason added, “Our goal is to ride every one of the roller coasters in every amusement park around here.”
“How long are you guys here for?” Jonathan asked.
Jason replied, “We’re here for a week for spring break.”
Khareem said, “We’re from Long Island and it’s one hell of a long bus ride to get here.”
Peyton asked, “Who are the rest of your friends?”
Khareem smiled, and responded, “I’m sorry. I should have introduced everyone last time we met.” He pointed to each guy as he presented him to Peyton and Jonathan. “This is Will. He’s the one who asked if you were married. Next to him is Sam. He’s on our basketball team.”
Sam said, “Nice to meet you.”
Peyton nodded his head. “Same here. I’m Peyton and this is my husband, Jonathan.”
Khareem pointed to the next two guys. “Tom and Jimmy are on the wrestling team.”
The two teens in question smiled and said, in unison, “Nice to know you.”
Khareem said, “They’re identical twins.”
Jonathan laughed, “I hadn’t noticed.”
Tom said, “We intentionally dress alike to keep people guessing which of us is Tom and who is Jimmy.” They had blond hair, blue eyes, aristocratic noses and square chins. When they smiled, they showed their perfectly white teeth and dimples in both cheeks. Peyton could see the muscles rippling under their tight muscle shirts. As he looked them over, Peyton’s mouth started to water. The twins grinned at him, obviously enjoying his attention. They both adjusted their equipment at the same time, causing Peyton’s eyes to focus on their cocks outlined against the fabric of their board shorts. Peyton knew they weren’t wearing any underwear.
Peyton managed to pull his gaze away and said, “We have a couple of friends that look a lot alike, but they aren’t identical like you two.”
The guys chatted, while they waited to board the roller coaster. Khareem asked, “Do you mind if we hang out with you guys?”
Jonathan looked at Peyton, who shrugged. “No, we don’t mind.”
Peyton said, “It’s nice to have such good-looking guys around.” He smiled and winked at the twins.
Jimmy laughed. “You two are just as good looking as we are.”
The group of guys headed for the next roller coaster. Peyton and Jonathan enjoyed the company of the younger guys, listening to them talk trash among themselves.
Sra. Nájera looked across the table at Joey and Tyler. “Qué ocurrió entre Glenn y Rick?” (What happened between Glenn and Rick?)
Tyler responded, also in Spanish, “They had a fight about Rick’s decision to stay in the military.”
She nodded her head. “I remember now. Glenn said he wanted to be married, but Rick would have to leave the military first. No wonder Glenn wasn’t happy.”
Joey said, “I’m afraid they will break up over this, if Rick doesn’t do something to repair their relationship.”
Sr. Nájera said, “I think Rick will do the right thing. He’s a good guy and he loves Glenn very much.”
Sra. Nájera patted his arm, and said, “Yes, but sometimes men can be very stubborn about things.”
He laughed and asked, “And women aren’t just as stubborn?”
Sra. Nájera smiled and replied, “No, but we’re always right, so being stubborn about things is okay.”
Laughing, Louise said, “So true.”
Hank said, “I’m not touching that one.” He looked across the table at his son and his husband. “Have you heard from Rick?”
Joey said, “No, but I’ll send him a text message.” He pulled out his phone and sent a quick message. “How are you? We hope to see you before we leave for Spain.”
He was surprised when Rick responded, “I’m next door with Glenn. Why don’t you come over?”
Joey smiled and looked up from his phone. “Rick’s next door with Glenn.”
Hank said, “Well, invite them over for lunch.”
Sra. Nájera added, “My signature paella is nearly ready to eat.”
Joey texted back, “Come over for Sra. Nájera’s paella for lunch.”
Soon there was a knock on the door, and Joey stood up to answer it. He returned with me and Rick. Sra. Nájera held out her arms, and said, “Mi hijo, I’m so glad you decided to come.”
Rick walked over to give Sra. Nájera a hug and a kiss on each cheek. “I’m glad to be here.”
She looked over at me and said, “I know someone else is happy you’re here.”
I laughed, and said, “Yes, I’m very happy.”
Sr. Nájera said, “Glenn was very sad without you, Rick.”
Joey said, “It looks like you guys have patched things up between the two of you.” He gave me a very meaningful look, causing me to blush.
“Yes, we did,” I said.
Rick laughed. “I made sure Glenn knows I love him very much.”
Tyler said, “It’s very apparent you’re well loved, Glenn.” I brought my hand up to my neck where Rick had marked me. “Don’t try to hide it, Glenn. There’s not only the fact he marked you, but you both have that special glow about you.”
Rick put his arm around my shoulders, and said, “Yes, we’ve kissed and made up.” I blushed a deeper red, as Rick leaned down and kissed me.
Joey laughed. “You’re so cute when you blush.”
Louise scowled at her sons and said, “Boys, stop teasing Glenn.”
Joey looked over at his mother-in-law and gave her a mischievous grin. “Why? It’s so much fun.”
Hank said, “Don’t pay Joey any mind. We’re all very happy you guys are back together. We think a lot of each of you and hated to see you hurt each other.” He paused and pointed at the chairs in the dining room. “Pull in a couple of chairs from the dining room and join us.” Rick turned, grabbed two chairs, as instructed, and placed them next to Hank. We sat down, and Hank continued, “So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?”
I looked at Rick and he said, “We planned to spend the day alone. We need some time to talk things out between us.”
Joey snorted. “Talk things out!”
Rick laughed. “Okay, we haven’t done much talking so far today, but we’ll get around to it this afternoon.”
“Rick wanted some paella, first,” I said, grinning at Sra. Nájera.
“Of course, everyone wants to eat my paella,” she said, smiling at us. She stood up and made her way to the kitchen. The delicious smell of the paella had my mouth watering for such a special treat! She returned and said, “It’s ready. Boys, please return the chairs to the dining room and we’ll eat.”
In no time at all, the table was set, and we were joined by our friends for a truly magnificent meal! As we finished eating, Rachel said, “Uncle Glenn, you aren’t sad anymore.”
I looked into her eyes and smiled. “Now Uncle Rick is here, I’m very happy.” I reached over to take Rick’s hand in mine.
“Uncle Rick loves you just like my dad loves my daddy,” Rachel said.
Rick looked at Joey and Tyler and asked, “Why do you say that?”
Rachel said, with certainty, “Because you give Uncle Glenn kisses just like my dad gives them to daddy.”
Rick said, “Then, I guess I have to admit I love Uncle Glenn a lot.”
She giggled. “Then why did you get put in time out? Did you do something bad?”
Rick’s eyes widened in surprise. “What do you mean, Rachel? I wasn’t in time out.”
“Uncle Greg said you were when I asked him why you didn’t come with Uncle Glenn,” she said. “You only get put in time out when you do something you shouldn’t. That’s what happens to me and Sarah when we don’t listen or do something we shouldn’t. You must not be in time out anymore since you’re here now.”
The look on Rick’s face was priceless! I burst out laughing. I put my arm around Rick’s shoulders. “You’re right, Rachel. Uncle Rick’s not in time out, anymore.”
Rick scowled at me. “I wasn’t in time out.”
“No, but you were in the dog house,” I said. I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. “But you’re not anymore.”
Rick said, “Well, I think I like time out better than being in the dog house.” He turned to look at Rachel. “I’m just glad to be here with Uncle Glenn.”
Rachel said, “I am, too. Uncle Glenn was so sad. I told daddy we should get him his own teddy bear to cheer him up.”
I said, “Thank you for thinking of me, Rachel. I don’t need a teddy bear, now that Uncle Rick is here.”
Joey grinned and said, “I wonder why that is.”
Louise gave him a stern look and said, “That’s enough, boys. There are children present.”
Joey looked contrite. “Sorry, Mom.”
We finished our meal and returned to our condo to continue our “discussions.”
Later that evening, we crowded into Tyler and Joey’s condo for the evening meal. Louise and Sra. Nájera combined their talents to prepare a feast, the likes of which have never been seen before!
I sat on the couch with Rick’s arm around my shoulders. Duane caught my eye and grinned. “I’m glad you two patched things up.”
Mason added, “I am, too; but I’m going to miss our late-night talks.”
Duane quickly interjected, “I won’t! You two chatterboxes have kept me awake nearly all night.”
Mason laughed. “We did not! You zonked out as soon as your head hit the pillow.”
Duane replied, “That only happened after I made sure you knew you belonged to me and no one else.” He placed his hand on Mason’s thigh. Mason blushed, putting his hand over Duane’s to prevent him from moving it higher.
Noting Mason’s heightened color, Rick said, “I’m happy to know you two haven’t lost that newlywed glow.”
Mason laughed. “We’ll never lose it because Duane has such a heavy libido.”
Duane readily agreed, “Yes, I admit I can’t keep my hands off of my husband.”
Louise said, “I’m happy to hear it.” She looked around the room at her sons’ friends. “I can also see the rest of you are managing to maintain loving relationships with your husbands. I hope you’ll still have that kind of a relationship when you reach my age.”
Robbie looked at Adam and said, “I know we will.”
“As will we,” Greg said, with absolute certainty. He leaned over and kissed his husband.
Justin looked at his husband and smiled. “We’ve been married longer than any of you and we’re definitely madly in love with each other, just like when we were first married.”
Brian leaned over and kissed him. “I love you, Justin.”
We all looked at Greg and Cory. Greg looked back at us and asked, “What?”
“Aren’t you going to say something about how much in love you are with your husband?” Robbie asked.
Greg shrugged and said, “Why? It’s obvious we love each other, so I don’t need to say anything.”
Cory grinned broadly at his husband. “You’re so goofy!” he said, and punched him in the shoulder.
Greg turned to Cory and kissed him passionately, causing the rest of the guys to wolf whistle.
When they came up for air, Cory had a dazed look in his eyes. Greg laughed and said, “See what I mean.”
Justin said, “Yes, we see how aroused Cory is. You should take him next door to take care of him, like a good husband should.”
Greg said, “Thanks for suggesting it.” He stood up and pulled Cory to his feet. “We’ll catch you guys later.”
Greg led his husband out of the condo. Justin laughed, and said, “Sra. Nájera, you don’t have to worry about us. I’m sure all of us will still be happily married for many years to come.”
Brian’s cell vibrated and chimed. He pulled it out of his pocket to read the text message. “Your father is in the hospital. We need you to come home.”
Justin saw the color drain from Brian’s face. “What’s wrong?”
Brian met Justin’s gaze and replied, “My father is in the hospital.”
Justin looked at Brian in surprise. “How did they find you?”
Brian winced. He knew he should have told Justin about reaching out to his family. He looked away from Justin and said, “I called my brother a couple of months ago, to find out how my parents are doing.”
“Why did you do that? You know how they feel about gays,” Justin said, incredulously.
Brian said, “I ran into a friend of the family about six months ago, while we were working on that project in Chicago. Mr. Kothari works for another company in the building where we were working. He told me my father had been ill, so I called my brother.”
Justin frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“At the time, you weren’t doing well, so I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to make you more upset than you already were. When you were feeling better, I forgot to tell you. I haven’t talked with Mame (Mah-MAY) since then. He just sent me a text message that my father is in the hospital.”
Justin said, “I’m sorry your father isn’t doing well; but, I’m still not happy you didn’t tell me you had reached out to your family.”
Hank asked, “Why does it upset you, Justin?”
Justin looked at Hank and replied, “Brian’s family threatened to kill any of their boys who turned gay. He overheard them plotting to murder his friend who wanted to marry his boyfriend. He warned Vijay and saved his life. Vijay and his boyfriend are married now and live in England; but, they live in constant fear of being assassinated by his family. They are a very wealthy family and have hired assassins to do their dirty work in the past.”
Brian said, “We don’t need to worry, Justin, I haven’t told them where I am,”
Justin scowled at him. “Brian, you know they can track you down. Think about it! We develop software applications for our clients to find people. Don’t you think others have built computer programs to ferret out every piece of data there is about someone?”
Brian shrugged. “I doubt they will come after us.”
Justin said, “You don’t know that for sure. You are the oldest son and you’re the one they still consider to be engaged to Darya Nayar.”
“Yes, I know they do, because they don’t know I’m married to you,” Brian said.
Louise asked, “Do you ever plan to tell them the truth?”
Brian shook his head. “No, I don’t. They would murder both of us. My parents view being gay as dishonorable and something not to be tolerated.”
“I’m sorry to hear your family won’t accept you for being gay,” Louise said. “But I can’t imagine a parent putting out a murder contract against their own blood.”
An expression of deep sadness crossed Brian’s handsome face, before he could stop it. He had promised himself he wouldn’t regret cutting all ties to his parents and family; but, he still felt a deep wound in his heart. He met Louise’s gaze.
“In my country, marriages are arranged for us. I was betrothed to Darya when I was six years old. My parents negotiated for many years to obtain the promised marriage into the wealthiest family in Hyderabad. The two families have since combined their resources and businesses into a powerful business empire. My father heads the corporation and Darya’s father is the chairman of the board. If I don’t return home to marry her, they will send someone to force me to return. If they don’t succeed, then they will have me killed and my brother will take my place. My family will not tolerate the dishonor I would bring to them by not marrying her; so, in their eyes, the only alternative is to have me killed. That way, they would not be dishonored and could offer up, without shame, my younger brother as a husband for her.”
Hank said, “That’s sounds like something out of the dark ages where alliances were cemented by marriage.”
Brian said, “It is how things are. Some of my friends have been able to choose their own wife; but my parents are very old fashioned. They don’t believe in falling in love before you’re married. I argued with them about it.”
“Did they listen to you?” Greg asked.
“No. My father told me to grow up and be a real man, instead of a disobedient child,” Brian said. “He suggested I needed to go away to college to learn how to be a man, so I chose to come to the United States. I’m glad I did, because otherwise, I wouldn’t have found Justin.” He took Justin’s hand in his.
Justin still looked troubled. “So how are we going to keep your family from stealing you away from me?”
Brian said, “They won’t find me.”
“How can you be so sure?” Justin replied. “They know you’re studying for your doctorate at the University.”
Brian said, “That’s true, and as long as they think I’m working on my education, they won’t try to force me to come home.”
“Brian, this doesn’t make sense,” I said. “You just said they won’t be able to find you; but they know you’re studying in Minneapolis. You can’t have it both ways. If they know where you are, then they’ll find you when they want you to come home.”
Justin looked at and nodded his head. “That’s what I’ve been saying for some time now.”
Brian looked at the floor, his shoulders sagging in defeat. “I don’t want you to worry, Justin. I’ve tried to convince myself they won’t come for me, but my brother’s text message means they’ll send for me soon, if my father doesn’t start getting better.”
Justin’s face was flushed with anger. “I thought we promised not to hide things from each other, Brian. This situation affects both of us, NOT just you. I think I need some fresh air.” He stood and left the condo, slamming the door behind him.
He left a pregnant silence in his absence. Finally, Brian looked up from studying the carpet, and asked, “What do I do now?”
Sr. Nájera answered, “I think you need to be completely truthful with your husband, Brian. You’ve deeply wounded Justin and he feels betrayed by you. You will need to rebuild the trust between you. How you will do it is up to you. None of us here know Justin as well as you do, especially where you’re concerned.”
Brian nodded his head and turned to look at Robbie and Adam. “You guys are close to him. What do you suggest?”
Robbie grimaced. “I honestly don’t know, Brian. But, this much I do know – we’ll be watching him like a hawk to make sure he doesn’t attempt suicide over this.” There was an undercurrent of anger in his voice.
Brian winced, hearing Robbie’s response. “I’m aware of Justin’s fragility. That is one of the reason’s I didn’t tell him everything.”
Adam said, “But you’ve made it worse, now, than if you had told him everything from the beginning.”
Brian put his head in his hands. He knew he had messed things up badly with his husband. Cory said, “I think you’d better go find Justin. You’ve got a lot of talking to do.”
Brian lifted his head from his hands and ran his fingers through his thick, black hair. He sighed and said, “I suppose you’re right.” He stood up and followed in his husband’s footsteps.
After he left, Duane said, “I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes right now.”
Mason agreed, “Same here.”
Greg said, “All of us will need to be especially vigilant where Justin is concerned. I would suggest we set up a schedule of around the clock surveillance. I don’t want a repeat of Justin’s last suicide attempt.”
Cory agreed, “Nor do I. I’ll draw up the schedule. Should we include Jean-Michael?”
Greg nodded his head. “Yes, I think we should. I’ll call him to let him know what we’re doing.” He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Jean-Michael. Jean-Michael answered the phone and Greg quickly outlined what had happened and the measures they were putting in place to keep Justin safe.
Greg ended the call and gave Cory a thumbs up sign. “He agreed to help us.”
Cory said, “Good.”
Greg said, “I think we need to get that schedule ready.” He turned to Louise and Sra. Nájera and said, “Thank you for the wonderful meal. I loved every bite.”
Sra. Nájera said, “You are most welcome.”
Louise said, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
The two men left us. The rest of us spent the evening visiting and catching up on our lives.
The day after their return from Orlando, Peyton and Jonathan were cuddling on the couch in the family room, when there was a knock on the door. Peyton untangled himself from Jonathan and went to answer it.
He opened it to find a tall, olive skinned man standing there. Peyton looked him over and liked what he saw - piercing black eyes, an aristocratic nose, and a bushy black mustache to match his jet-black shoulder length hair. His skin-tight jeans showed off muscular legs and his white silk shirt clung to his sculptured chest. He looked like he was in his early twenties.
Peyton lifted his eyes to meet the stranger’s, and asked, “Who are you?”
The handsome young man answered, “I’m Mame Sandrithani. I’m looking for my brother, Brian. Does he live here?”
“Why are you looking for him?” Peyton asked, suspiciously.
“I just wanted to see him. We’ve been communicating by phone for a while now and I wanted to see him,” he answered.
“You’re not here to drag him back home are you?” Peyton asked.
Mame looked surprised. “No, I’m not. What made you think that? Brian hasn’t finished his doctorate yet. My parents would be mortified if Brian quit school and returned home without it.”
Peyton asked, “How did you find him?”
Mame grinned. “Easy. I used the tracking information his phone sends to the wireless network. I downloaded the app onto my phone and punched in Brian’s cell phone number. It showed me where his phone was and it led me here. So, I know his phone is here, but I don’t know for sure he’s here. That is why I asked if my brother was home.”
Peyton heard footsteps on the stairs and glanced behind him. Brian, seeing Peyton at the door, asked, “Who is it?”
Peyton stepped back to allow Brian to see his brother standing on the doorstep. Brian rushed forward and pulled his brother into his arms. “Mame, I’m so glad to see you.”
After a few moments, Brian pulled back, releasing his brother. “Come inside.”
Mame followed Brian into the living room. Brian said, “Please sit down. I was on my way to work, but I’ll take the day off so I can spend some time with you.”
Mame glanced around the room, his eyes coming to rest on a photograph of Justin and Brian. He pointed to the photo. “Is that the friend you’ve told me so much about?”
“Yes, that is Justin,” Brian said. He was glad it wasn’t a photo of them kissing, since he hadn’t told his family he was married to Justin. He quickly left the room and climbed the stairs. He entered his bedroom and closed the door behind him.
Justin looked up in surprise. “I thought you were headed to the office.”
“I was, but my brother is here,” Brian said.
Justin gasped in shock. “What are we going to do?”
“I’m taking the day off and taking Mame out to lunch. Once I find out why he’s here, I’ll send you a text message,” Brian said.
“Okay,” Justin said, still not fully recovered. He had a sinking feeling things were going to go south very quickly.
Brian walked over to kiss Justin. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m sure nothing will go wrong.” He turned and left Justin staring after him. Brian returned to the living room to find his brother examining the photographs on the mantel over the fireplace.
He turned to face Brian and asked, “Who are these other guys?”
Brian swallowed hard before he said, “They are my roommates.”
We walked into the office the morning after we returned from Orlando to find Juan, our boss, carrying a box out of his office. He looked like he’d been kicked in the stomach.
Duane asked, “What’s wrong, Juan?”
“I just got fired,” he responded. “The bitch who took my job had the nerve to tell me all the faggots who work here will be fired, as well.”
We looked at each other and then back to Juan. Mason asked, “Who is this lady?”
Juan said, “She’s the new director. Her name is Rene Southwick. She’s as homophobic as they come. I strongly recommend finding a new job and do it soon.” He pushed past us with the last of his personal belongings.
We looked into his office to see a petite woman, with short blond hair, brown eyes, a button nose, and a tight-lipped expression on her face, sitting at his desk. I said, “That must be the director.” We continued down the hallway to our cubicles.
Duane said, “It’s a good thing we already applied for jobs in Seattle. Mason and I have interviews later this week.”
I grimaced. “That means I’ll be left here all alone with her.”
Duane said, “Maybe you should just quit. You can find a job elsewhere.”
I shrugged. “We’ll see how things go. I don’t want to jump to conclusions based on Juan’s experience with her.”
Later that day, Rene walked out onto the floor to hold a stand-up meeting to introduce herself. She made it clear she was on the warpath. She called each of us into office to outline her expectations and put us on notice. She made it clear she was on mission to clean house in our department, starting with anyone who didn’t conform to the image the company wanted to project.
Duane came out of her office, and stood next to my desk, fuming. “I’ll be damned if I’ll work for that bitch.”
“What did she say to you?” I asked.
“She said the company didn’t want faggots on their payroll. The company doesn’t want to give the impression it approves of homosexuality,” he responded, mimicking her high-pitched voice. “She gave me two weeks to find a new job. I told her not to bother, because I quit.”
“Have you told Mason?” I asked.
“No, but he’s in her office now,” Duane said.
A few minutes later, Mason joined us. Mason’s face was a mask of anger. “I wish there was some way we could sue this company for discrimination.”
“The bitch was quick to point out Georgia does not protect homosexuals from being fired just for being who they are,” Duane said, angrily.
“How did she know you’re gay?” I asked.
“Apparently, Tom made sure she knew,” he responded. Tom was one of our co-workers who had been harassing Duane and Mason about being gay. He had never paid attention to me, but always went out of his way to make derogatory remarks to Duane and Mason.
Mason said, “Let’s go clean out our desks. I don’t want to spend another minute in this place.”
The two of them left my cubicle. I pulled out my cell phone and sent Rick a text message, “Duane and Mason just got fired for being gay, and so did our boss, Juan.”
He texted back, “Really? What happened?”
I wrote back, “Tell you when I get home.” I logged off the company computer system and walked over to Duane’s desk. He had his desk cleared off and his photos in his backpack.
“I’m ready to leave. Let’s get Mason,” he said. We met Mason at his desk, then made our way down to the security office to turn in their badges and computers. About 20 minutes later, we left the building.
The ride home was silent, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I was still in shock. Three of my friends had just been fired for being gay! How could this be happening to two of the best guys in the entire world?
When they dropped me off, Duane reminded me, “We won’t be by in the morning to pick you up for work.”
I replied, “I know. I’m not sure I’m going to work tomorrow, after what happened today.”
Duane said, “We’ll talk to you later, Glenn.”
I turned and made my way up to our condo. I opened the door and walked inside to be immediately pulled into Rick’s arms. “I’m sorry you’ve had such a rotten day.”
I hugged him tight and took in his masculine scent. Rick always knows when I need him. I melted into him, enjoying the feel of his body against mine. After a few moments, I pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Why do people have to be so prejudiced against gays?”
Rick answered, “I don’t know why; but, I know we can never let our guard down. We have to expect the worst in people, so we’re not surprised when they do their best to hurt us. It’s part of the reason I don’t socialize with just anyone I meet.”
“I know,” I said, kissing him. “I don’t trust straight people, especially ones who profess to be religious.”
“So, tell me what happened at work today,” he said, taking my hand and leading me into our family room. He sat down on the couch and pulled me down to sit between his legs with my back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nibbled on my earlobe, as I related the events of the day. When I finished, he asked, “Is Rene religious?”
“I don’t know. She interviewed me, but we didn’t discuss religion. I don’t think she knows I’m gay, or I would’ve been fired, like Duane and Mason were,” I said.
“If you want to quit your job, I’m okay with that,” Rick said. “We don’t need your money to make ends meet.”
“I know we don’t need my money, but I want to contribute to our household expenses,” I said. I shook my head in disbelief. “I still can’t imagine how such bigotry can appear in the workplace. Isn’t there a law against discrimination?”
Rick responded, “There are laws against discrimination, just not against being fired for being gay.”
He started kissing the back of my neck, until he reached my shoulder, then marked me. I gasped, as pleasure rippled throughout my body. Rick laughed, and said, “I know just what you need to take your mind off of what happened today.”
I began massaging his thighs and said, “Does it have anything to do with removing our clothes and enjoying each other’s bodies?”
Rick didn’t answer, but pulled my shirt up and over my head. I pushed off my shoes, then he unbuckled my belt and slipped my pants and underwear off of my body. I turned to help him disrobe. It wasn’t long before Rick proved he was right! He did know exactly how make me forget the events of the day!
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This chapter formerly published as Our Band Of Brothers Chapter Eight
Music for this chapter:
Brandon Stansell – Never Know - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qb4HNxJoHPE
Brandon Stansell – Dear John - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PisXPudOVXs
La Oreja de Van Gogh – Estoy Contigo - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XfeJlnFTX74
La Oreja de Van Gogh – Verano - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGB736cazVs
Amaia Montero – 100 Metros - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-BSe4FnbJ0
Pink! – Just Give Me a Reason - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aR4K208Imvk