ChrisGibson
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I am. I just woke up. It looks like Scott and Felix will be going to church. This is going to lead to some interesting things, so just stay tuned.
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ChrisGibson
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TONIGHT, JOEY TRIES DATING AGAIN AND SCOTT TAKES BEING A BIG BROTHER A LITTLE TOO FAR
-You’re cute.
Joey looked at the picture beside the comment and typed back:
-You’re cute too.
It always felt odd calling a guy cute, and Felix hadn’t been cute, not exactly. He was too old to be cute. He was too… uncute.
-Hey, you wanna meet?
Joey explained:
-I work all week… No, Actually I’m free on Tuesday.
-There’s that new club on 23?’
-Is it a gay club?
-Yeah.”
Joey typed:
-I actually don’t like gay clubs.
-Actually, I’m not a big fan either. Would you like to go to the Pub?
-Sure.
-Great. I’ll pick you up.
This floored Joey. He had never been picked up before. This was like a real date. He typed:
-Okay.
“So we’re going to look at houses tomorrow,” Scott told his mother. “Me and the boys, The one I found is plenty spacious, and it’s close to downtown.”
“You meant it’s close to Felix,” his mother corrected.
“Ah…” Scott blushed. “I guess you’re right.”
“I always thought it was because Jen just wasn’t a nice girl,” his mother said. “And she wasn’t. But I’ve never seen you so happy with anyone.”
“What are you saying, Mom?”
“I’m saying you’re a grown up,” she touched his cheek. “Felix is a wonderful man. Who you’re with all the time. How you feel about him is obvious, and it’s obvious he loves you too.”
Scott tried to look at his mother, but he couldn’t. She didn’t take her hand off of his cheek, but she didn’t make him turn around either.
“All I’m saying is if you think you have to hide things from me you don’t, You don’t have to hide them from your dad either. We can’t even be sad about not having grandkids. Cause we’ve got them.”
“I almost lost him once, Mom,” Scott said, looking at her now. “I wasn’t brave enough, and that’s how I ended up with Jen. And now it was just luck that I found him, and I don’t want to lose him again.”
“It was not luck,” Mrs. Flowers said. “And you had better not lose him again.
Suddenly Scott said, “We’re going to church together. I’m going to his church.”
“Oh? What is Felix?”
“Episcopalian.”
“Well, that’s great!” Mrs. Flowers looked excited. “You guys can even get married.”
“Mom,” Scott held up a hand. “Mom… Just one thing at a time.”
“Alright,” she nodded.
There was a phone ringing, and Scott reached into his pocket.
“Hello? Felix.”
He couldn’t help blushing, and he felt he must have looked like a stupid girl. His mother was glowing, and he shook his head and walked into the living room.
“I was thinking,” Felix began.
“Okay, babe.”
“What?”
“Should I have not said that?”
“No,” Felix said. “It’s cute. I just hadn’t expected it. It’s… sweet. Well, anyway, I was thinking… of you. So I called.”
“You romantic bastard.”
“I’ve been called a bastard my whole life,” Felix said. “The romantic bit… That’s a nice touch.”
“Joey, listen to this fancy shit.”
“What’s fancy shit?” Nathan asked.
“Daddy said shit,” Taylor laughed.
“Uh,” Scott chuckled nervously, “Daddy needs to stop doing that.”
“What were you trying to say?” Joey asked.
“Listen to this.”
“Okay.”
The Lord be with you.
And with thy spirit.
or
The Lord is here.
His Spirit is with us.
Lift up your hearts.
We lift them up unto the Lord.
Let us give thanks to the Lord our God.
It is meet and right so to do.
It is very meet, right, and our bounden duty,
that we should at all times and in all places
give thanks unto thee,
O Lord, holy Father,
almighty, everlasting God,
through Jesus Christ thine only Son our Lord.
“What’s that from?”
Scott put down the thick red book.
“It’s The Book of Common Prayer.”
“I know less that I did before.”
“I’m going to Felix’s church this Sunday. That’s their mass.”
Joey frowned. “I thought they did it just like we did.”
“No, they’re Anglican,” Scott pronounced each syllable. “Like the Queen of England and all that. You saw the royal wedding. They’ve got thees and thous and all of that. Listen to this:
All glory be to thee
Almighty God, our heavenly Father,
who of thy tender mercy
didst give thine only Son Jesus Christ
to suffer death upon the cross
for our redemption;
who made there,
by his one oblation
of himself once offered…
“I gotta stop. That’s some heavy stuff. If God won’t hear that, he won’t hear anything.”
“You really think about God?” Joey said while he was buttoning his shirt.
Scott shrugged. “Not like I should, but sometimes. I mean, I will on Sunday.”
“You ever wonder if you think about God just as much a you should?” Joey asked.
“Whaddo you mean?”
“I mean we’re just specks on a planet that’s like a speck. What if it doesn’t matter? What if we don’t matter and we spend all of our time being afraid of God, but it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t really even care what we do?”
“I’m not afraid of God,” Scott said, closing the book. Then he said, “I mean, I’m not saying I’m such a bad ass I could fight God or something, but… I mean, I’m not going to church cause I’m afraid of God.”
“I didn’t mean it like that, Scott.”
“What are you so fancy for?” Scott asked.
Joey grinned, and then he got on the bed and said, “I have a date. This guy wants to take me out. I met him online.”
“Is he safe?” Scott sat up. “You want me to follow you?”
“No,” Joey shook his head. “And he’s really sweet. He even understood how I wasn’t ready for him to show up at the door because I had just… I mean told you the truth about myself.”
“Mom told me she and dad were happy for me and they knew how I felt about Felix,” Scott said quickly.
Joey blinked.
Scott nodded.
“Maybe you should tell them.”
Joey shook his head.
“I’m not ready yet.”
Scott nodded.
“I’m going to follow you to make sure you’re okay.”
“Please don’t.”
“You sure?”
The phone in Joey’s breast pocket sang a melody and Joey said, “Yeah. He’s almost here. He’s meeting me on the corner.”
Joey showed him a sweet faced, bronze haired boy and Scott said, “Harmless enough.”
“Alright,” Joey thumped Scott on his shoulder and Scott thumped him back.
“Wish me luck.”
“Break a leg. Or a dick?” Scott shrugged, and Joey stuck his tongue out, disappearing down the hall.
Taylor and Nathan came back into the room and Taylor said, “What are you doing, Dad?”
“Counting to ten,” Scott said, and then he got up, and patting his son on the head, headed down the hallway and down the stairs as he grabbed his car keys and called Felix.
“Are you free? Great. Just wait for me. I’m coming to get you. We’re tailing Joey.”
“Why are we doing this?” Felix said, but Scott commanded, “Duck, duck, duck,” and they sank lower in their seats while Scott rolled up his windows and slowed his car.
“Because this is my baby brother and enough jerks have hurt him.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Not you!” Scott said. “You’re the good thing he had. You’re the best thing he had. Even if I don’t like to think about it.”
“I saw a porno with two brothers.”
“Please don’t.”
“They weren’t twins, but they did look alike, and after you came back I realized how much Joey looks like you. That made things slightly odd.”
“Felix, please.”
“Though the truth is the two of you don’t even do the same things in—”
“Felix, I’m serious,” Scott said sharply. “I really don’t wanna hear that shit.”
“I really don’t want to be dragged along on crazy stakeouts,” Felix returned, unrepentant.
He knew when it was time to quit, and he realized, suddenly that having sex with Joey and Scott together was a vivid fantasy. Part of him wondered if Scott would ever be okay with it.
“What?” Scott looked at him.
“Nothing.”
“You were having one of your weird thoughts.”
“Just pay attention to the road and why are we turning onto Main?”
“That’s where Joey is.”
“In the fucking Pub?”
“What’s wrong with the Pub?”
“Ben works in the Pub,” Felix moaned as they drove up the street slowly.
“We gotta wait till they’re inside.”
“And then do what?” Felix said. “Cause we’re damn sure not going in.”
“It’ll be good for Ben to see you with me.”
“Start that crap, and I’ll bring up Joey again.”
“Fair,” Scott said.
“He’s cute enough,” Scott said.
“He’s—shit! That’s Wesley.”
“Who the hell is Wesley?”
“My sister is the junior priest at Saint Margaret’s, but Father Duncan of the mighty folk guitar—”
“Is that his Indian name?”
“Of course. And he has all these kids named after famous Anglicans and that’s his son, Wesley.”
“Really?” Scott looked amused.
Felix nodded, not seeing why this was funny.
“I’ve heard of size queens and rice queens but Joey must be an… Episcopalian Queen?”
“That’s really witty, Scott.”
“I got a ton of ‘em.”
“What the fuck?” Felix said.
“That’s a bit much?”
“No, fool. It’s Ben.”
“Well, how’d he see you from inside a car? Is he coming here?”
He was crossing the parking lot. But he did not tap on Felix’s window. Instead he tapped on Scott’s, waving.
“Roll it down,” Felix said, “I have to face him some time.”
Scott rolled the window down and Ben said, “Hey, Felix. You ought to come over, even if we can’t have what we had. I always knew he’d go back to you,” Ben said graciously to Scott.
Scott nodded and said, “Thanks, man.”
“Yeah,” Ben continued, “I remembered your car, so I knew it was you. I’d know it anywhere.”
Ben offered his hand and Scott shook it while Ben smiled.
“Great,” Ben said. “Hey, Felix, you wanna hang Wednesday? Wednesday is band night.”
Felix nodded. “I have a job interview Tuesday, so depending upon what happens I may really need it.”
“Great!” Ben said, “Oh, and Scott?”
“Yeah?”
And then Ben pulled out a can off pepper spray and shot it full in Scott’s eyes while Scott screamed.
“Dirty fucker, see if I let you punch the shit out of me and screw up my car. Fuck you, asshole,” Ben said, methodically, not even raising his voice as he sprayed the rest of the can in Scott’s screaming face.
The door of the Pub flew open and Felix ran in followed by Ben and shouting, “Joey! Joseph Flowers!
Joey stood up and he and Wesley both said, “Felix!” then looked at each other.
“No, I never slept with him,” Felix said to Joey, “but I need you to help me drive your brother home.”
“What?”
“He tailed you.”
“What?”
“To make sure you were safe. And then Ben—hey, Wesley—pepper sprayed him.”
“You what?” Joey turned to the little blond.
“Not the issue,” Felix tugged on his shirt. “Com’on, let’s go.”
“Should I go too?” Wesley wondered.
Before Joey could answer, Felix, who was pulling him out of the Pub said, “Why not? Don’t let this stop the romance.”
Wesley left a tip, and gathered up his things, heading out the door while Felix told Ben, “See you Wednesday night.”
MORE TOMORROW
CharmedFan28
JUB Addict
Wow what a turn of events. Poor Scott, I hope he is ok. Ben really is a jackass. I am glad Joey is dating again even if it was slightly interrupted. Great writing and I look forward to more tomorrow!
ChrisGibson
JUB Addict
If someone punched me in the face and wrecked my car, they would be pepper sprayed too. It's actually pretty fair. Scott raped someone. Ben pepper sprayed someone. It's fine to have a preference for characters, but preference shouldn't be confused with moral judgment.
CharmedFan28
JUB Addict
Your right. Both characters are in the wrong in their own ways.
ChrisGibson
JUB Addict
TONIGHT, JOEY'S DATE CONTINUES AND SCOTT AND FELIX TALK ABOUT PEPPER SPRAY
Downtown was his after dark. Nearly everything in town shut around six. Events happened in the parks. You could hear music playing in the little park in front of the Morris Theatre where lights danced around the marquis. Bright street lights illuminated the darkness. If he walked up two blocks and down Lafayette he could wake up his sister at the parsonage. The night was never scary to him, and in the dark he could talk to himself, make up conversations for stories, ask what was coming next.
Several months ago, when it was still cold with early spring, he had been lonely, and there were so many times in his life when the loneliness was bitter. But the truth is he liked being alone. He loved his solitude. He loved Scott. He really did. But even Scott’s presence did not match the presence of solitude.
“I should get back,” Felix told himself.
The fountain was several heavy jets of water splashing up out of a bare marble surface, and then onto two terraces beneath it and disappearing in a waterfall into trenches. Felix imagined, in ancient times the homeless people who were sleeping on benches or in the corners would have taken their clothes off and bathed in this water. Standing up, he put his hand in..
“Ick!” Felix made a face. Refreshing as the spray from the fountain was, the water was slick and filmy to the touch and he murmured, “Stay out of this shit, hobos. It’s just for show.
“Now,” he said, wiping his fingers on his jeans, “time to get back to my poor, pepper sprayed boyfriend.”
When he returned to the apartment, Scott was still stretched out on the futon with a cloth over his eyes.
“I thought I’d feel better now, but this shit still hurts.”
“Well, it was a whole bottle.”
“When I see that fucker…” Scott began, sitting up and taking away the cloth.
“You’ll do what?” Felix sat on the bed, looking at the red eyed man.
“You’ll jack his car up? Or you’ll punch him in the face?”
“You think this is funny, don’t you?”
“No, Scott, I actually don’t,” Felix said, “and when I see Ben on Wednesday, I’ll let him know that.”
“Are you serious?” Scott cried. “You’re actually going out with him!”
“I’m not fucking him,” Felix clarified. “We’re just going out.”
“He sprayed your… He sprayed me in the face with pepper spray.”
Felix shrugged, “You kinda had it coming. You beat him up and destroyed his car.”
“For you.”
“Because he had it coming,” Felix said. “And I appreciate that. But, honestly, you did it a little for yourself, didn’t you?”
Felix picked up the cloth and went to the kitchen where he ran cold water over it. He returned and pushed Scott back, laying the cloth over his eyes.
“You’ve done a lot of crazy things, Mr. Flowers. Into every berserker’s life some pepper spray must come.”
“Do you mind if I stay here tonight?”
“The real question is do your kids mind?”
“I think they’ll be okay, and what’s more I think my eyes hurt.”
Felix nodded. “It’ll be better when you get the house.”
Scott’s hand touched Felix’s.
“You’ll stay with me?”
“I will.”
He yawned. “I’m ready for bed. Let me get changed and light candles.”
“Where are you at in Lord of the Rings?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Felix said, standing up and unbuttoning his shirt. “We can go back to where we left off.”
“I don’t really remember. I fell asleep. But I liked it.”
“I’ll just rewind to a place I like then,” Felix, now in his shorts said, going to his computer.
“It is our bounden duty.”
“What?” Felix, who hadn’t completely heard him, said.
“Nothing.”
'But this is terrible!' cried Frodo. 'Far worse than the worst that I imagined from your hints and warnings. O Gandalf, best of friends, what am I to do? For now I am really afraid. What am I to do? What a pity that Bilbo did not stab that vile creature, when he had a chance!'
'Pity? It was Pity that stayed his hand. Pity, and Mercy: not to strike without need. And he has been well rewarded, Frodo. Be sure that he took so little hurt from the evil, and escaped in the end,because he began his ownership of the Ring so. With Pity.'
'I am sorry,' said Frodo. 'But I am frightened; and I do not feel any pity for Gollum.'
“I was listening to something on the radio,” Scott said.
Felix lit a tea light and slipped it into a little lantern, changed the timer on the air conditioner, and the fan sighed and slowed down while the last of the lights went out.
“Huh?” he fell into bed beside Scott.
“There was this thing on the radio and this man was talking about George Fox.”
“That’s the founder of the Quakers.”
“I know,” Scott said, “that’s why when you said your sister was talking about Quakers in her sermon, you reminded me of that. Anyway, he said that George Fox was basically a depressed teenager and all of his symptoms were depression, only instead of calling it that they called it God hunger. So instead of being drugged up on Prozac—even though they didn’t have it back then—he was looking for God, and then he found him.”
…He deserves death.'
'Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends. I have not much hope that Gollum can be cured before he dies, but there is a chance of it. And he is bound up with the fate of the Ring. My heart tells me that he has some part to play yet, for good or ill, before the end; and when that comes, the pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many – yours not least…
“I was wondering,” Scott continued, “all my life I’ve fought this… thing in me. This darkness, this sadness. What if that’s what it is? What if it’s not just depression. I mean I want more. I want so much more, but I don’t even know what I want.”
One of the reasons Scott loved Felix is because, though he was very smart, he rarely offered answered. He listened, and he waited.
“But I’m not godly,” Scott said.
“What if you are?” Felix said. “What if you’re a saint?”
“Are you fucking with me?”
But I will always help you.' He laid his hand on
Frodo's shoulder. 'I will help you bear this burden, as long as It is yours to bear. But we must do something, soon. The Enemy is moving.'
There was a long silence. Gandalf sat down again and puffed at his pipe, as if lost in thought.
His eyes seemed closed, but under the lids he was watching Frodo intently. Frodo gazed fixedly at the red embers on the hearth, until they filled all his vision, and he seemed to be looking down into profound wells of fire. He was thinking of the fabled Cracks of Doom and the terror of the Fiery Mountain.
'Well!' said Gandalf at last. 'What are you thinking about? Have you decided what to do?'
“I am not… fucking with you,” Felix said. “Who knows what either of us is? God is not the nice people in churches. I think you are confusing sweetness with goodness.”
Felix placed his head against Scott’s chest, and in the dark Scott removed the cloth from his eyes and put it on the table behind them. He ran his hand over the stubble of Felix’s head and his vision touched by red and purple blotches, looked up at the dark blades of the fan twirling against the darker ceiling.
“It’s a beautiful night,” Wesley declared while they sat on the little hill over the walled path that ran above the river bank.
“I feel like no one comes out here,” Joey said.
Wesley grinned. “Nobody does. I just hang out alone.”
Above them, on Riverside Drive, the low roar of a truck passed them, and Wesley said, “It sure does feel nice to be here with someone.”
“You were a real pro about tonight,” Joey said.
Wesley shrugged. “It was no problem. My family does weird things, too.”
Wesley lay on his back and Joey joined him. They laced fingers.
“Joey, I know this may sound premature, but could I fuck you?”
Joey’s fingers moved from Wesley, and he sat up quickly. Wesley sat up too.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” Wesley apologized. “It’s just.. with the stars the way they are tonight, and… everything.”
Then Wesley said, “It’s not like on the third date or the second date it will make any more sense. It’s just I feel like if we connect, we connect, and we do, and I just thought it would be neat tonight. That’s all.”
“Would you see me again?” Joey said.
Wesley looked shocked.
“Of course I’d see you again. That’s what I’m saying. I don’t want to wait till the third date and get being horny confused with being in love. I want us to do it right now, from the bat.”
“Okay,” Joey said. “You can fuck me.”
“Not on the grass,” Wesley told him as Joey was lying down. “You’ll mess up your clothes. We can do it standing up, looking out on the water.”
So they walked across the broad path, and Joey looked both ways, but no one was coming. He placed his hands over the stone wall and looked out on the river while Wesley unfastened his shorts and pulled down his underwear. He heard Wesley letting a trail of spit hock out of his mouth, heard him rubbing himself. Then the other boy lay against Joey, pressing his penis to him, pressing it inside and they both gasped. Joey felt Wesley entering him, and then Wesley hooked his arms around Joey and, breathing softly, began fucking him. The stars were milky in the sky and the lights of the factories across the river shone peach colored into the moving water while Wesley pressed deep inside of him. He tried not to cry out while Wesley made gasping noises. It wasn’t long before Wesley grasped his shoulders, his body stiffened and he heard Wesley gasp: “Stardust!”
Joey felt Wesley coming inside of him, and it was then that it began to feel good, then that Wesley’s cock moved in him and he was thrilled with the awareness of another human being inside of him. Wesley’s hands were in his shorts and Joey was stiff too.
“I wish you’d do it to me too, Joey,” Wesley’s voice had a damp, spent quality to it. “So when we finally leave this park we can know we did it to each other.”
“Alright,” Joey told him. It wasn’t until the end that he had been turned on by Wesley fucking him and when they switched, their shorts already down, and Joey spat on his hand and used some of Wesley’s semen for lubricant, Wesley said, a light in his eyes, “If you look up at the stars when you come it feels like a supernova.”
Wesley was the sweetest, prettiest boy Joey had ever seen, and he didn’t want to look at stars. While he fucked him he thrilled to Wesley’s moans. The other boy sounded like he was being struck over and over, and his anus clamped tight on Joey’s cock while his hands reached back, pulling Joey in. Wesley shouted out as he was fucked, but when Joey came with a force that lifted him off his feet and pressed him deep into Wesley, his shout was drowned out by the roar of a passing train.
Because it was dark, Wesley dropped Joey off right in front of his house. He leaned in to kiss him, and though Joey took the kiss, he didn’t like it. He wasn’t sure he liked Wesley.
“Can I see you again?” Wesley asked.
He was a nice guy. He was a really nice looking guy. He was just what Joey was supposed to like.
“I—” Joey had been about to say, “I guess.” Now he said, “Yes.”
“What about Friday night?”
“Friday’s cool.”
“Great,” Wesley kissed him again. “I’ll sit here and make sure you get in safe.”
Joey nodded. And he knew that Wesley’s waiting was a good thing too, proof that he was a good guy.
“Thanks,” he said. He kissed him because he thought he should, and then he got out of the car, shut the door and walked up the hill. He went in the house, flipped the porch lights on and off a few times, watched Wesley wave and drive off.
Upstairs his computer was still on and Wesley’s profile was up with his picture. He didn’t look at it. The message beside it said, “Be there in ten. Can’t wait to meet you.”
He clicked off of the site and sat on his bed.
“Friday night.”
Well, he was a man of his word, and he would have to go through with it.
He knew he didn’t ever want to see Wesley again.
MORE TOMORROW
Downtown was his after dark. Nearly everything in town shut around six. Events happened in the parks. You could hear music playing in the little park in front of the Morris Theatre where lights danced around the marquis. Bright street lights illuminated the darkness. If he walked up two blocks and down Lafayette he could wake up his sister at the parsonage. The night was never scary to him, and in the dark he could talk to himself, make up conversations for stories, ask what was coming next.
Several months ago, when it was still cold with early spring, he had been lonely, and there were so many times in his life when the loneliness was bitter. But the truth is he liked being alone. He loved his solitude. He loved Scott. He really did. But even Scott’s presence did not match the presence of solitude.
“I should get back,” Felix told himself.
The fountain was several heavy jets of water splashing up out of a bare marble surface, and then onto two terraces beneath it and disappearing in a waterfall into trenches. Felix imagined, in ancient times the homeless people who were sleeping on benches or in the corners would have taken their clothes off and bathed in this water. Standing up, he put his hand in..
“Ick!” Felix made a face. Refreshing as the spray from the fountain was, the water was slick and filmy to the touch and he murmured, “Stay out of this shit, hobos. It’s just for show.
“Now,” he said, wiping his fingers on his jeans, “time to get back to my poor, pepper sprayed boyfriend.”
When he returned to the apartment, Scott was still stretched out on the futon with a cloth over his eyes.
“I thought I’d feel better now, but this shit still hurts.”
“Well, it was a whole bottle.”
“When I see that fucker…” Scott began, sitting up and taking away the cloth.
“You’ll do what?” Felix sat on the bed, looking at the red eyed man.
“You’ll jack his car up? Or you’ll punch him in the face?”
“You think this is funny, don’t you?”
“No, Scott, I actually don’t,” Felix said, “and when I see Ben on Wednesday, I’ll let him know that.”
“Are you serious?” Scott cried. “You’re actually going out with him!”
“I’m not fucking him,” Felix clarified. “We’re just going out.”
“He sprayed your… He sprayed me in the face with pepper spray.”
Felix shrugged, “You kinda had it coming. You beat him up and destroyed his car.”
“For you.”
“Because he had it coming,” Felix said. “And I appreciate that. But, honestly, you did it a little for yourself, didn’t you?”
Felix picked up the cloth and went to the kitchen where he ran cold water over it. He returned and pushed Scott back, laying the cloth over his eyes.
“You’ve done a lot of crazy things, Mr. Flowers. Into every berserker’s life some pepper spray must come.”
“Do you mind if I stay here tonight?”
“The real question is do your kids mind?”
“I think they’ll be okay, and what’s more I think my eyes hurt.”
Felix nodded. “It’ll be better when you get the house.”
Scott’s hand touched Felix’s.
“You’ll stay with me?”
“I will.”
He yawned. “I’m ready for bed. Let me get changed and light candles.”
“Where are you at in Lord of the Rings?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Felix said, standing up and unbuttoning his shirt. “We can go back to where we left off.”
“I don’t really remember. I fell asleep. But I liked it.”
“I’ll just rewind to a place I like then,” Felix, now in his shorts said, going to his computer.
“It is our bounden duty.”
“What?” Felix, who hadn’t completely heard him, said.
“Nothing.”
'But this is terrible!' cried Frodo. 'Far worse than the worst that I imagined from your hints and warnings. O Gandalf, best of friends, what am I to do? For now I am really afraid. What am I to do? What a pity that Bilbo did not stab that vile creature, when he had a chance!'
'Pity? It was Pity that stayed his hand. Pity, and Mercy: not to strike without need. And he has been well rewarded, Frodo. Be sure that he took so little hurt from the evil, and escaped in the end,because he began his ownership of the Ring so. With Pity.'
'I am sorry,' said Frodo. 'But I am frightened; and I do not feel any pity for Gollum.'
“I was listening to something on the radio,” Scott said.
Felix lit a tea light and slipped it into a little lantern, changed the timer on the air conditioner, and the fan sighed and slowed down while the last of the lights went out.
“Huh?” he fell into bed beside Scott.
“There was this thing on the radio and this man was talking about George Fox.”
“That’s the founder of the Quakers.”
“I know,” Scott said, “that’s why when you said your sister was talking about Quakers in her sermon, you reminded me of that. Anyway, he said that George Fox was basically a depressed teenager and all of his symptoms were depression, only instead of calling it that they called it God hunger. So instead of being drugged up on Prozac—even though they didn’t have it back then—he was looking for God, and then he found him.”
…He deserves death.'
'Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends. I have not much hope that Gollum can be cured before he dies, but there is a chance of it. And he is bound up with the fate of the Ring. My heart tells me that he has some part to play yet, for good or ill, before the end; and when that comes, the pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many – yours not least…
“I was wondering,” Scott continued, “all my life I’ve fought this… thing in me. This darkness, this sadness. What if that’s what it is? What if it’s not just depression. I mean I want more. I want so much more, but I don’t even know what I want.”
One of the reasons Scott loved Felix is because, though he was very smart, he rarely offered answered. He listened, and he waited.
“But I’m not godly,” Scott said.
“What if you are?” Felix said. “What if you’re a saint?”
“Are you fucking with me?”
But I will always help you.' He laid his hand on
Frodo's shoulder. 'I will help you bear this burden, as long as It is yours to bear. But we must do something, soon. The Enemy is moving.'
There was a long silence. Gandalf sat down again and puffed at his pipe, as if lost in thought.
His eyes seemed closed, but under the lids he was watching Frodo intently. Frodo gazed fixedly at the red embers on the hearth, until they filled all his vision, and he seemed to be looking down into profound wells of fire. He was thinking of the fabled Cracks of Doom and the terror of the Fiery Mountain.
'Well!' said Gandalf at last. 'What are you thinking about? Have you decided what to do?'
“I am not… fucking with you,” Felix said. “Who knows what either of us is? God is not the nice people in churches. I think you are confusing sweetness with goodness.”
Felix placed his head against Scott’s chest, and in the dark Scott removed the cloth from his eyes and put it on the table behind them. He ran his hand over the stubble of Felix’s head and his vision touched by red and purple blotches, looked up at the dark blades of the fan twirling against the darker ceiling.
“It’s a beautiful night,” Wesley declared while they sat on the little hill over the walled path that ran above the river bank.
“I feel like no one comes out here,” Joey said.
Wesley grinned. “Nobody does. I just hang out alone.”
Above them, on Riverside Drive, the low roar of a truck passed them, and Wesley said, “It sure does feel nice to be here with someone.”
“You were a real pro about tonight,” Joey said.
Wesley shrugged. “It was no problem. My family does weird things, too.”
Wesley lay on his back and Joey joined him. They laced fingers.
“Joey, I know this may sound premature, but could I fuck you?”
Joey’s fingers moved from Wesley, and he sat up quickly. Wesley sat up too.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” Wesley apologized. “It’s just.. with the stars the way they are tonight, and… everything.”
Then Wesley said, “It’s not like on the third date or the second date it will make any more sense. It’s just I feel like if we connect, we connect, and we do, and I just thought it would be neat tonight. That’s all.”
“Would you see me again?” Joey said.
Wesley looked shocked.
“Of course I’d see you again. That’s what I’m saying. I don’t want to wait till the third date and get being horny confused with being in love. I want us to do it right now, from the bat.”
“Okay,” Joey said. “You can fuck me.”
“Not on the grass,” Wesley told him as Joey was lying down. “You’ll mess up your clothes. We can do it standing up, looking out on the water.”
So they walked across the broad path, and Joey looked both ways, but no one was coming. He placed his hands over the stone wall and looked out on the river while Wesley unfastened his shorts and pulled down his underwear. He heard Wesley letting a trail of spit hock out of his mouth, heard him rubbing himself. Then the other boy lay against Joey, pressing his penis to him, pressing it inside and they both gasped. Joey felt Wesley entering him, and then Wesley hooked his arms around Joey and, breathing softly, began fucking him. The stars were milky in the sky and the lights of the factories across the river shone peach colored into the moving water while Wesley pressed deep inside of him. He tried not to cry out while Wesley made gasping noises. It wasn’t long before Wesley grasped his shoulders, his body stiffened and he heard Wesley gasp: “Stardust!”
Joey felt Wesley coming inside of him, and it was then that it began to feel good, then that Wesley’s cock moved in him and he was thrilled with the awareness of another human being inside of him. Wesley’s hands were in his shorts and Joey was stiff too.
“I wish you’d do it to me too, Joey,” Wesley’s voice had a damp, spent quality to it. “So when we finally leave this park we can know we did it to each other.”
“Alright,” Joey told him. It wasn’t until the end that he had been turned on by Wesley fucking him and when they switched, their shorts already down, and Joey spat on his hand and used some of Wesley’s semen for lubricant, Wesley said, a light in his eyes, “If you look up at the stars when you come it feels like a supernova.”
Wesley was the sweetest, prettiest boy Joey had ever seen, and he didn’t want to look at stars. While he fucked him he thrilled to Wesley’s moans. The other boy sounded like he was being struck over and over, and his anus clamped tight on Joey’s cock while his hands reached back, pulling Joey in. Wesley shouted out as he was fucked, but when Joey came with a force that lifted him off his feet and pressed him deep into Wesley, his shout was drowned out by the roar of a passing train.
Because it was dark, Wesley dropped Joey off right in front of his house. He leaned in to kiss him, and though Joey took the kiss, he didn’t like it. He wasn’t sure he liked Wesley.
“Can I see you again?” Wesley asked.
He was a nice guy. He was a really nice looking guy. He was just what Joey was supposed to like.
“I—” Joey had been about to say, “I guess.” Now he said, “Yes.”
“What about Friday night?”
“Friday’s cool.”
“Great,” Wesley kissed him again. “I’ll sit here and make sure you get in safe.”
Joey nodded. And he knew that Wesley’s waiting was a good thing too, proof that he was a good guy.
“Thanks,” he said. He kissed him because he thought he should, and then he got out of the car, shut the door and walked up the hill. He went in the house, flipped the porch lights on and off a few times, watched Wesley wave and drive off.
Upstairs his computer was still on and Wesley’s profile was up with his picture. He didn’t look at it. The message beside it said, “Be there in ten. Can’t wait to meet you.”
He clicked off of the site and sat on his bed.
“Friday night.”
Well, he was a man of his word, and he would have to go through with it.
He knew he didn’t ever want to see Wesley again.
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CharmedFan28
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I am glad Felix and Scott talked honestly about what happened. Poor Joey he doesn’t seem to be having a good time dating at all. I hope he finds someone decent, who knows maybe Wesley will turn out ok but that seems unlikely. Great writing and I look forward to more tomorrow! I hope you had a nice night!
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I've had a largely silly night but that's neither here nore there. This was originally around the place where the story stopped and where a lot of stuff gets dealth with, like Scott and Felix and the talks they need to have. Wesley is no villain. There are very few villains in this story and a lot of not dealing with what needs to be dealt with.
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SCOTT GETS A NEW HOUSE, FELIX GETS A NEW JOB AND MAKES AN OLD FRIEND WHO IS NEW TO HIM
Felix rode the old bike through downtown to the Near Southside. He passed the homeless shelter and the old used car lot, and passing the juvenile detention center arrived at the set of trailers outside of the new community college. It had stepped up its game in the last few years. Before, it had been smaller but Felix admitted he couldn’t remember what the old one looked like. He was bad with renovations. He could never remember the original models. On the north end of town near Sidro University they were always changing the streets as the university expanded.
Felix rolled his bike over the grass, past the trailers, looking for numbers on their sides, and finally he arrived at Module Eight, the place where he was told to come for the interview. He tied the bike to it and went up the ramp, but he had to knock on the door. A large woman with a limp answered it, and Felix wondered what he looked like, covered in sweat, in a dress shirt and dress pants, but the shirt not tucked in. After all, a college professor was never that formal looking.
“I’m here for the eleven o clock,” he turned and looked up at the clock which said 10:30.
Out of an office he heard a woman talking on the phone, and the woman before him said:
“I’ll let her know when she’s off the phone. Just have a seat over there.”
Over there was on the other side of the door and Felix, who had never possessed anything like a real job, sat down.
“Well, I think this might be the best year after all. I have strong hopes for the program…” he heard the woman who was going to interview him saying. “Yes, yes. Well, you know Rachel won’t let you leave without signing your contract….”
There was a knock on the door and Felix got up to answer it while the woman at the desk, whom Felix now saw must have been Rachel, said, “The door is stuck. We’re moving out of this trailer soon.”
The guy Felix opened the door for smiled at him warmly, and Felix had to remember he had someone waiting for him at home. He was dark haired, and blue eyed like Joey, but clean shaven and sharp looking, smooth faced, pale, slight and compact.
“Thanks,” he said. “I’m here for the interview.”
“Uh… so am I,” Felix said. “English department.”
The guy shook his head. “Nope, I’m here for the speech class. Communications.”
Felix was instantly relieved, and Rachel said to the young man. “You just have a seat there too. Sharon will be with the both of you.”
Not knowing what else to do,” Felix extended his hand to the young man and said, “I’m Felix Owens.”
“Awesome,” the young man grasped his hand, and he could tell he had a strong grip, but he didn’t do that squeezing to death thing some people did.
“My name is Elias Anderson.”
“And you get this big backyard with the playground that your kids will love,” the house manager said. “And then there are the bushes and trees for privacy, and a stone fence, and how often do you see those anymore?”
“There’s good construction,” Joey said, touching the lentil while Scott wondered exactly what a house manager was.
“Are you a carpenter?” the manager asked, looking at Joey’s tool belt.
Scott was about to say, “No,” but Joey said, “I’m in construction.”
“My boys’ll love the yard,” Scott looked over it. “And this is a great kitchen. I’m not a great cook, but my… my boyfriend is,” Scott tried to make it sound natural and looked for some expression on the woman’s face. There was only a polite nod.
“And the bedrooms are pretty huge,” Joey added. “I call dibs on the guest one down here.”
“If I get it,” Scott reminded him, looking over the hardwood floors and thinking that he was definitely going to get it.
“Eight hundred a month with utilities and lawn care included,” the woman said.
“You’ve got to love Indiana,” Joey winked.
“When can I get back to you?” Scott said.
“As soon as you wish,” said the manager. “I have another showing on Friday.”
“Thank you,” Scott said, shaking her hand.
As they walked off the porch and went down the steps, Joey looked over the green grass and the freshly paved street. Across from it was a park and trees and then the descent to the river, and Joey said, “You’re fucking with her. You’re taking the house right?”
Scott looked back at the white two story with the broad porch.
“I will. I can see my family in it right now. And only around the corner from the Maron.”
“And Felix.”
“Speaking of Felix,” Scott said, “how did your date go?”
“What’s that got to do with Felix?”
Joey rounded the car to the passenger side and hopped in while Scott turned the key in the ignition.
“A bad segue, but…”
“He’s alright,” Joey shrugged.
“Are you all going to see each other again?”
“Friday night.”
“Well, maybe by then he’ll be more than alright,” Scott suggested.
“I don’t know,” Joey said, affecting indifference. “We’ll see. Actually, I think I’m going to cancel.”
“What?”
“Get pneumonia.”
“Look, Joey, that’s a really bad—”
Scott’s phone rang.
“We’ll talk about this later,” Scott said, reaching for his phone.
“Hello?”
“I got the job,” Felix said, sedately. “I’ve graduated from a semi employed bohemian to a college professor.”
“What the fuck?” Scott looked to Joey, mouthing, “He got the job.”
“Shit!” Joey beamed.
“And I’m teaching the lit classes and then this linguistics course and it’s what they call a Co—Req. I teach it alongside someone else who is working on a speech course. So we were interviewed together, and that should be lots of fun. His name is Elias.”
“Is he hot?”
“Scott!”
“Well is he?”
“Not hotter than you.”
“Alright then.”
Scott had never started the car or moved away from the white house. He took the phone.
“ROOOOOF!” Scott barked into it.
“What the fuck?” Felix began, but Scott leapt out of the car and put the phone on the hood, chanting:
Fight on Calverton!
Live up to your name
Raise high all your standards,
Spread ‘round you all your fame.
Joey grinned at his brother and joined in:
We’re marching to Victory.
Won’t stop till we’re there.
So fight, Cal High, fight,
And win this game!
They rushed each other, bumping their chests, and then fell on the grass, winded, while Felix began, “What the fuck was that?”
Out of the house came the manager, and from the ground where he was breathing beside his brother, Scott said, “We’re taking the house.”
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Felix rode the old bike through downtown to the Near Southside. He passed the homeless shelter and the old used car lot, and passing the juvenile detention center arrived at the set of trailers outside of the new community college. It had stepped up its game in the last few years. Before, it had been smaller but Felix admitted he couldn’t remember what the old one looked like. He was bad with renovations. He could never remember the original models. On the north end of town near Sidro University they were always changing the streets as the university expanded.
Felix rolled his bike over the grass, past the trailers, looking for numbers on their sides, and finally he arrived at Module Eight, the place where he was told to come for the interview. He tied the bike to it and went up the ramp, but he had to knock on the door. A large woman with a limp answered it, and Felix wondered what he looked like, covered in sweat, in a dress shirt and dress pants, but the shirt not tucked in. After all, a college professor was never that formal looking.
“I’m here for the eleven o clock,” he turned and looked up at the clock which said 10:30.
Out of an office he heard a woman talking on the phone, and the woman before him said:
“I’ll let her know when she’s off the phone. Just have a seat over there.”
Over there was on the other side of the door and Felix, who had never possessed anything like a real job, sat down.
“Well, I think this might be the best year after all. I have strong hopes for the program…” he heard the woman who was going to interview him saying. “Yes, yes. Well, you know Rachel won’t let you leave without signing your contract….”
There was a knock on the door and Felix got up to answer it while the woman at the desk, whom Felix now saw must have been Rachel, said, “The door is stuck. We’re moving out of this trailer soon.”
The guy Felix opened the door for smiled at him warmly, and Felix had to remember he had someone waiting for him at home. He was dark haired, and blue eyed like Joey, but clean shaven and sharp looking, smooth faced, pale, slight and compact.
“Thanks,” he said. “I’m here for the interview.”
“Uh… so am I,” Felix said. “English department.”
The guy shook his head. “Nope, I’m here for the speech class. Communications.”
Felix was instantly relieved, and Rachel said to the young man. “You just have a seat there too. Sharon will be with the both of you.”
Not knowing what else to do,” Felix extended his hand to the young man and said, “I’m Felix Owens.”
“Awesome,” the young man grasped his hand, and he could tell he had a strong grip, but he didn’t do that squeezing to death thing some people did.
“My name is Elias Anderson.”
“And you get this big backyard with the playground that your kids will love,” the house manager said. “And then there are the bushes and trees for privacy, and a stone fence, and how often do you see those anymore?”
“There’s good construction,” Joey said, touching the lentil while Scott wondered exactly what a house manager was.
“Are you a carpenter?” the manager asked, looking at Joey’s tool belt.
Scott was about to say, “No,” but Joey said, “I’m in construction.”
“My boys’ll love the yard,” Scott looked over it. “And this is a great kitchen. I’m not a great cook, but my… my boyfriend is,” Scott tried to make it sound natural and looked for some expression on the woman’s face. There was only a polite nod.
“And the bedrooms are pretty huge,” Joey added. “I call dibs on the guest one down here.”
“If I get it,” Scott reminded him, looking over the hardwood floors and thinking that he was definitely going to get it.
“Eight hundred a month with utilities and lawn care included,” the woman said.
“You’ve got to love Indiana,” Joey winked.
“When can I get back to you?” Scott said.
“As soon as you wish,” said the manager. “I have another showing on Friday.”
“Thank you,” Scott said, shaking her hand.
As they walked off the porch and went down the steps, Joey looked over the green grass and the freshly paved street. Across from it was a park and trees and then the descent to the river, and Joey said, “You’re fucking with her. You’re taking the house right?”
Scott looked back at the white two story with the broad porch.
“I will. I can see my family in it right now. And only around the corner from the Maron.”
“And Felix.”
“Speaking of Felix,” Scott said, “how did your date go?”
“What’s that got to do with Felix?”
Joey rounded the car to the passenger side and hopped in while Scott turned the key in the ignition.
“A bad segue, but…”
“He’s alright,” Joey shrugged.
“Are you all going to see each other again?”
“Friday night.”
“Well, maybe by then he’ll be more than alright,” Scott suggested.
“I don’t know,” Joey said, affecting indifference. “We’ll see. Actually, I think I’m going to cancel.”
“What?”
“Get pneumonia.”
“Look, Joey, that’s a really bad—”
Scott’s phone rang.
“We’ll talk about this later,” Scott said, reaching for his phone.
“Hello?”
“I got the job,” Felix said, sedately. “I’ve graduated from a semi employed bohemian to a college professor.”
“What the fuck?” Scott looked to Joey, mouthing, “He got the job.”
“Shit!” Joey beamed.
“And I’m teaching the lit classes and then this linguistics course and it’s what they call a Co—Req. I teach it alongside someone else who is working on a speech course. So we were interviewed together, and that should be lots of fun. His name is Elias.”
“Is he hot?”
“Scott!”
“Well is he?”
“Not hotter than you.”
“Alright then.”
Scott had never started the car or moved away from the white house. He took the phone.
“ROOOOOF!” Scott barked into it.
“What the fuck?” Felix began, but Scott leapt out of the car and put the phone on the hood, chanting:
Fight on Calverton!
Live up to your name
Raise high all your standards,
Spread ‘round you all your fame.
Joey grinned at his brother and joined in:
We’re marching to Victory.
Won’t stop till we’re there.
So fight, Cal High, fight,
And win this game!
They rushed each other, bumping their chests, and then fell on the grass, winded, while Felix began, “What the fuck was that?”
Out of the house came the manager, and from the ground where he was breathing beside his brother, Scott said, “We’re taking the house.”
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CharmedFan28
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I am glad Scott found a nice house for his family, I hope he gets it. I am also glad Felix got the job! Joey still seems a bit lost but hopefully he can find his way. Great writing and I look forward to more tomorrow!
ChrisGibson
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Yes, Joey does seem unchanged largely because he is.
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“Hey, Felix!” Elias called to him as he was leaving. “What are you up to now?”
Felix blinked, thought and then realized, “Nothing.”
“We should celebrate. Grab a bite to eat.”
Felix had not answered when Elias said, “Look, I have no friends. I am totally new here.”
“I was about to say yes.”
“That was really easy,” Elias declared.
“I don’t really believe in being difficult.”
“You come to this place a lot,” Elias rapped his hands on the table and looked up at the ceiling and then all around him. He was filled with energy.
“My ex lives above it,” Felix stage whispered. “And plays the guitar here.”
“God! And you still come?”
Felix shrugged. “It’s actually part of the charm. Ben works here, and then the current guy I’m seeing works at a hiring agency. Last week Ben sprayed him with mace.”
“What the fuck?”
“But only because he totaled Ben’s car and beat him up.”
“Are you serious?”
“But only because Ben broke into my apartment and trashed it. We’ve got a lot going on in our world.”
“You do,” Elias said. “And you’re so calm about it.”
Naomi came to them and Felix said, “I just want water right now, but he might want something.”
“Just water too,” Elias said, “while I look over the menu.”
Naomi nodded and Elias, still looking at the menu, said, “I don’t have that kind of history. However I’ve actually never had an ex.”
“Really?” Felix looked at him. “How do you manage that?”
“Uh…” Elias screwed up his face and then said, “It’s complicated.”
“Oh.”
At the tone in Felix’s voice, Elias said, “I’m a really private person.”
“You don’t seem like it. I think most of the people we meet are private people and people who say they’re private are just deep.”
Elias smiled over this and said, “Well, then I’m a person who doesn’t have a lot of close friends. I’m not like… all over the place. And people don’t always understand my lifestyle.”
“That you’re gay?”
“No, that’s the easy part.”
“Look, Mr. Anderson, you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. I’ll just talk about me.”
“Alright.”
“The man I’m in love with is named Scott, and we fell in love back in college, but he got a girlfriend and she put holes in his condoms so that he got her pregnant, and then he married her. They are in the middle of a divorce, and I swore I would never have sex with a married man, but I am because now Scott is still married, and to top it off the way I got in contact with Scott is because I was having sex with the eighteen year old maintenance man in our building and he turned out to be Scott’s younger brother, and so I left him for his brother and between the two of them I was sleeping with Ben, that little blond over there.”
“Shit,” Elias said as Naomi came and set two big waters on the table.
“Thank you,” they both said, and then Elias said, “I’ll take the Pub Burger with a side of cole slaw,” and Felix said, “I’ll have the fish and chips.”
Naomi smiled, nodded and went away and then Elias said:
“I have two boyfriends.”
Felix blinked.
“They’re a little bit older than me, but we all grew up together. They used to be a couple and then they split up. The first one took my virginity and then later on I went and slept with the other one, then started dating the first one again, but we both realized we were in love with the other one and we’ve been living together. We’re a family. Everyone around us knows it. Our families. My parents used to hate it. Their parents have always been supportive.”
“Really?” Felix looked amazed. He was actually smiling. “And…. Does it work?”
“Well,” Elias blushed while he stretched and yawned, “I’m twenty-four now and we’ve been together since I was sixteen so…. I guess it works.”
“Awesome.”
“They’re the love of my life.”
“That’s.” Felix looked at the table, searching for a good word, but could only say, “Beautiful. It’s so beautiful.”
It was Ben who came to the table with their food and he smiled at Felix, sitting down, then said, “I heard you were here with a hot guy?” and looked at Elias.
“I’m Eli. We’re working together.”
“A shame,” Ben said, “I hoped my Felix had found something better than Scott.”
“Enough,” Felix warned.
“But did you say working?” Ben said.
“Yeah.” Elias said. “We’re at the college together.”
Ben turned to Felix. “You got the job?”
“I’m the new adjunct English professor at City.”
“Congratulations,” Ben toasted him. “Now you’re what we always knew you were.”
“Huh?”
“You would have never wanted to work in a hotel,” Ben said. “There would have been something wrong with the world if you’d been working in McDonalds. Now you’re molding and shaping young minds.”
“Scott has decided to get a house around the corner from me.”
“That’s a fuck of a segue.”
“Which would bring us back to do,” Felix sang.
“Do, a deer, a female deer?” Ben sang back.
Felix nodded. “And by do I mean pepper spray.”
“Ah, yeah,” Ben cracked his knuckles. “I was wondering when you were going to get to that. Are you going to tell me I was wrong?”
“No, but Scott’s a lot bigger than you, and if you see him, you might want to apologize.”
“I don’t give a fuck about Scott,” Ben said, with a sudden heat.
“You met this Scott?” Ben asked Elias.
“Not yet…”
“He’s a fucker,” Ben grumbled.
Naomi came to the table and Felix said, “You still got that tension tamer tea?”
“I lost it a little bit,” Ben acknowledged.
“Bring us tea, please,” Felix asked her.
Naomi nodded and went back to the kitchen.
“I understand that he’s the love of your life, and you all are meant to be together, but I used to be the love of your life,” Ben clawed his chest dramatically, “and we were supposed to be together.”
“Well there is that.”
“And there is the two thousand dollars in damage I had to pay for my car.”
“Well,” Felix said, looking at Ben’s reddening face.
“Maybe we should leave out the apologies.”
“Yeah,” Ben sat back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Fuck apologies.”
After a while Ben said, “Can we still have sex?”
Felix choked on his water, and Elias snorted.
“Not all the time,” he clarified. “On occasion. You know. Now and again?”
Felix just looked from Elias to Ben and Ben said, “Alright, fuck it. I guess not.”
Felix looked at his watch and murmured, “When’s that tea gonna get here?”
Felix blinked, thought and then realized, “Nothing.”
“We should celebrate. Grab a bite to eat.”
Felix had not answered when Elias said, “Look, I have no friends. I am totally new here.”
“I was about to say yes.”
“That was really easy,” Elias declared.
“I don’t really believe in being difficult.”
“You come to this place a lot,” Elias rapped his hands on the table and looked up at the ceiling and then all around him. He was filled with energy.
“My ex lives above it,” Felix stage whispered. “And plays the guitar here.”
“God! And you still come?”
Felix shrugged. “It’s actually part of the charm. Ben works here, and then the current guy I’m seeing works at a hiring agency. Last week Ben sprayed him with mace.”
“What the fuck?”
“But only because he totaled Ben’s car and beat him up.”
“Are you serious?”
“But only because Ben broke into my apartment and trashed it. We’ve got a lot going on in our world.”
“You do,” Elias said. “And you’re so calm about it.”
Naomi came to them and Felix said, “I just want water right now, but he might want something.”
“Just water too,” Elias said, “while I look over the menu.”
Naomi nodded and Elias, still looking at the menu, said, “I don’t have that kind of history. However I’ve actually never had an ex.”
“Really?” Felix looked at him. “How do you manage that?”
“Uh…” Elias screwed up his face and then said, “It’s complicated.”
“Oh.”
At the tone in Felix’s voice, Elias said, “I’m a really private person.”
“You don’t seem like it. I think most of the people we meet are private people and people who say they’re private are just deep.”
Elias smiled over this and said, “Well, then I’m a person who doesn’t have a lot of close friends. I’m not like… all over the place. And people don’t always understand my lifestyle.”
“That you’re gay?”
“No, that’s the easy part.”
“Look, Mr. Anderson, you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. I’ll just talk about me.”
“Alright.”
“The man I’m in love with is named Scott, and we fell in love back in college, but he got a girlfriend and she put holes in his condoms so that he got her pregnant, and then he married her. They are in the middle of a divorce, and I swore I would never have sex with a married man, but I am because now Scott is still married, and to top it off the way I got in contact with Scott is because I was having sex with the eighteen year old maintenance man in our building and he turned out to be Scott’s younger brother, and so I left him for his brother and between the two of them I was sleeping with Ben, that little blond over there.”
“Shit,” Elias said as Naomi came and set two big waters on the table.
“Thank you,” they both said, and then Elias said, “I’ll take the Pub Burger with a side of cole slaw,” and Felix said, “I’ll have the fish and chips.”
Naomi smiled, nodded and went away and then Elias said:
“I have two boyfriends.”
Felix blinked.
“They’re a little bit older than me, but we all grew up together. They used to be a couple and then they split up. The first one took my virginity and then later on I went and slept with the other one, then started dating the first one again, but we both realized we were in love with the other one and we’ve been living together. We’re a family. Everyone around us knows it. Our families. My parents used to hate it. Their parents have always been supportive.”
“Really?” Felix looked amazed. He was actually smiling. “And…. Does it work?”
“Well,” Elias blushed while he stretched and yawned, “I’m twenty-four now and we’ve been together since I was sixteen so…. I guess it works.”
“Awesome.”
“They’re the love of my life.”
“That’s.” Felix looked at the table, searching for a good word, but could only say, “Beautiful. It’s so beautiful.”
It was Ben who came to the table with their food and he smiled at Felix, sitting down, then said, “I heard you were here with a hot guy?” and looked at Elias.
“I’m Eli. We’re working together.”
“A shame,” Ben said, “I hoped my Felix had found something better than Scott.”
“Enough,” Felix warned.
“But did you say working?” Ben said.
“Yeah.” Elias said. “We’re at the college together.”
Ben turned to Felix. “You got the job?”
“I’m the new adjunct English professor at City.”
“Congratulations,” Ben toasted him. “Now you’re what we always knew you were.”
“Huh?”
“You would have never wanted to work in a hotel,” Ben said. “There would have been something wrong with the world if you’d been working in McDonalds. Now you’re molding and shaping young minds.”
“Scott has decided to get a house around the corner from me.”
“That’s a fuck of a segue.”
“Which would bring us back to do,” Felix sang.
“Do, a deer, a female deer?” Ben sang back.
Felix nodded. “And by do I mean pepper spray.”
“Ah, yeah,” Ben cracked his knuckles. “I was wondering when you were going to get to that. Are you going to tell me I was wrong?”
“No, but Scott’s a lot bigger than you, and if you see him, you might want to apologize.”
“I don’t give a fuck about Scott,” Ben said, with a sudden heat.
“You met this Scott?” Ben asked Elias.
“Not yet…”
“He’s a fucker,” Ben grumbled.
Naomi came to the table and Felix said, “You still got that tension tamer tea?”
“I lost it a little bit,” Ben acknowledged.
“Bring us tea, please,” Felix asked her.
Naomi nodded and went back to the kitchen.
“I understand that he’s the love of your life, and you all are meant to be together, but I used to be the love of your life,” Ben clawed his chest dramatically, “and we were supposed to be together.”
“Well there is that.”
“And there is the two thousand dollars in damage I had to pay for my car.”
“Well,” Felix said, looking at Ben’s reddening face.
“Maybe we should leave out the apologies.”
“Yeah,” Ben sat back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Fuck apologies.”
After a while Ben said, “Can we still have sex?”
Felix choked on his water, and Elias snorted.
“Not all the time,” he clarified. “On occasion. You know. Now and again?”
Felix just looked from Elias to Ben and Ben said, “Alright, fuck it. I guess not.”
Felix looked at his watch and murmured, “When’s that tea gonna get here?”
CharmedFan28
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Nice to read some more of Elias. He is a great guy. I see Ben is still the same. I hope he doesn’t cause anymore trouble. I wonder if Scott will pay for the damage to his car? I will have to wait and see. Great writing and I look forward to more soon! I hope you have a nice weekend!
ChrisGibson
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I just don't see Scott paying for Ben's car or Ben changing.
ChrisGibson
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“Look, he doesn’t even live in town,” Joey said. “He’s going back to college this weekend.”
“Well, the least you can do is call and not leave an email,” Scott told him.
“I doubt you’d be that courageous,” Joey reprimanded.
“Yeah, you’re probably right, but that doesn’t meant you shouldn’t do it.”
“Pneumonia?” Wesley said.
“Yeah,” Joey added a cough to his plugged nose. “I think it happened on the river… I get stuff easily.”
“That’s too bad,” Wesley said noncommittally.
“Well, maybe I’ll see you when I get back.”
“Yeah,” Joey said. “Maybe.”
Then he added, not meaning it, but feeling like an asshole, “That would be great.”
Much too early Sunday morning, there was a thump on Felix’s door, and when he opened it, Scott was standing in a tight vest and well fitting three piece suit, his sons perfectly groomed on either side of him. Joey had opted for dress shirt and sports jacket.
“We’re not Baptists,” said Felix, who was standing before them in night shorts and a raggedy tee shirt.
“Felix!” Nathan jumped into the house, followed by Taylor, and they jumped on the bed rolling around.
“I want the pillow!” Taylor cried.
“Boys!” Scott called.
They both stopped, looking up at him.
“Take it down ten notches.”
“Notches!” Taylor laughed, and he and Nathan continued to roll on the bed while Scott followed Felix into the kitchen.
“What are you wearing?”
“Not that,” Felix said. “I was putting on jeans, but I could at least put on dress pants.”
“What about all that fancy stuff?” Scott demanded.
“Huh?”
“It is meet and so to do.”
“What?”
“It is our bounden duty.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Firstly,” Scott put his finger to his lips, “kids are here. Second… I read the prayer book.”
“Oh?” Felix looked confused, and then he burst out laughing. “Ohhh!”
“What?” Scott frowned as Felix relit his cigarette from the stove.
“They don’t do that shit anymore.”
“What?”
“You were looking at Rite One. Eight o’ clock mass uses that.”
“Whaddo you use?”
“Basically it’s Catholic. I think they stole it in the seventies.”
“I look ridiculous,” Scott said, running his finger under his collar.
“No, you don’t,” Felix came up to him, and held him by the hips. “You look amazing. You look like I wish kids weren’t bouncing on the bed.”
Scott smiled down at Felix with a hooked grin, and he kissed him as Nathan came bouncing into the kitchen.
“Do you and Dad want to bounce on the bed?”
“Huh?” Felix looked at the little boy.
He explained: “I asked Dad what you all did when he stayed the night and he said you all play on the bed all night?”
“I’ve played on this bed a few times too!” Joey shouted merrily.
“I hate you!” Scott shouted back.
Felix looked at Scott, who turned red and shrugged, grinning.
“I wouldn’t say it’s all night,” Felix said. “Serious play pretty much wears you out.”
“Well, of course it does,” Nathan said, sensibly. “When we get the new house are you going to come and play on Dad’s bed there, too? Daddy, are you alright?”
When Felix turned to see Scott, his face was beet red.
“He’s just thinking about how much fun we have when we play,” Felix told Nathan. “But yes. When I come over there your Dad and I are going to play so hard the bed might break.”
Scott started to cough and Felix said, “Why don’t I go get dressed?”
Almost within ten minutes of entering Saint Margaret’s, Scott whispered, “They all know you’re gay, and they all know I’m with you.”
“Yes,” Felix said sedately while the organist finished his flourish. “But how did you know?”
“Because about five women thumbs upped you.”
“Well, Scott, you’re eye candy. You’re thumbs uppable.”
Scott whispered in Felix’s ear, “I’m staying with you tonight.”
Bells rang, and Felix squeezed his hand.
“When the bells ring, it’s time to get up.”
The organ blared, they all flipped through the hymn book, and the choir in red robes came down the great aisle filing into their space behind the altar.
Holy, Holy Holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;
Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty!
God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity!
As they rose, Joey nodded in approval of the procession.
“Lady priests,” Joey tugged Scott’s arm, excitedly.
“It’s my sister,” Felix whispered.
Holy, Holy, Holy! all the saints adore Thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and Seraphim falling down before Thee,
Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.
Joey saw Valerie Owens in her white and gold, long hair falling down her back, and she was walking beside another priest with greying hair who looked vaguely familiar, but at the head of them all, bearing the crozier, in his white robe, looking sweet and clean was Wesley.
Joey made a noise and turned away at the same time Wesley opened his mouth in surprise, and Felix looked from one to the other.
“What happened between you two?” he demanded.
“Nothing,” Joey said.
“Really?”
“I canceled on him. Friday,” Joey said. “I told him I was sick.”
“Oh… Well, how sick were you?”
“Pneumonia.”
“Really?”
“Felix!” Scott hissed, putting a finger to his lips.
Felix turned from Joey murmuring, “You’re gonna have some explaining to do.”
“In the Song of Songs,” Valerie preached, “the Beloved is hiding in the cleft of the rock not because she fears the Lover, but because she fears all things, having been ‘blackened by the sun’, having been treated roughly. She has ceased to believe in anything. Now the voice of the Lover comes and says, ‘Let me see your face. The voice that is afraid to sing, that cannot pray is the voice the Lover wants to hear. He says, ‘It is sweet to me.’ The body you feel is damaged and ravished? It is lovely. Come out and let me see it.’”
Valerie stepped down from the pulpit, folding her arms behind her.
“How does the Lover come to us? How does God arrive at our door? In dreams and visions? Yes. But in each other. In the desire we have to love and be loved. Who is it that wanted to love you? Who is it that wanted to hear your voice and treasure your face, but you were too afraid to give a chance? This openness is freedom, is resurrection. The willingness to love and the courage to be loved is the door to God.”
Felix touched Scott’s knee.
Valerie crossed herself and ended the sermon and congregation echoed her, “In the Name of the Father, the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”
He always loved his sister’s sermons. Why couldn’t he enjoy being here? Maybe he wasn’t meant for church. But Felix kept on coming, because his sister kept asking.
At Communion, while they sang: Felix said: “You don’t have to belong to this church to take communion. You just have to be baptized.”
Scott shook his head, but he sent Joey and the boys up.
“How do we do this?” Joey whispered.
“Just get behind me and I’ll show you.”
They filed around the communion rail, and there was something beautiful about them all kneeling around the altar, elbows pressed together. Joey paid attention and saw that everyone crossed themselves before taking the bread and taking the chalice. There was a moment when he thought Wesley was headed to him with the chalice, but then Valerie swept past him and came to Joey. What had Felix told her, Joey wondered?
After communion, Scott leaned in and asked Felix, “Are there usually so many announcements.”
“Yes,” Felix said. “No one’s conned onto the fact that we could read the bulletin.”
“And lastly,” Father Duncan announced, “we have to call up Wesley.”
Felix explained that the area at the front of the church was not called the altar, but the chancel, and from where he was sitting in the chancel, robed in white, Wesley came up in his white robe and his father placed his hands on his shoulders.
“Stand up everyone. We’re going to say a blessing for Wesley because, not only is he my son, which is fortunate enough—” laughter here, though Joey noticed, not from Felix, “he is also on his way to seminary. So as he goes down to Sewannee, he can go down with our blessing. Everyone stand. You know the blessing.”
“Seminary?” Joey said.
Felix handed a Book of Common Prayer to Scott, and then one to Joey before opening one for himself that he lowered so the boys could read it with him.
While they were all waiting for Father Duncan to say what page, the priest smacked his head, looked around from where he stood before the altar with Wesley and said, “Wait a minute. This is actually in another book that you don’t have. Put your books down.”
Valerie came forward with a slim red book and Scott said, “What is that?”
“I believe it’s the Book of Occasional Services,” Felix told him. And Father Duncan opened it and, placing a hand on his son’s head, read:
“May God the Lord, who called Abraham to leave home and
kindred to journey to an unknown destination, and who led
the people of Israel by the hand of Moses his servant
through the desert to the promised land: Shepherd you in
your pilgrimage, and lead you by safe pathways, for his
Name’s sake.”
And the congregation answered, “Amen!”
MORE TOMORROW AND TOMORROW THE BOOK OF THE BROKEN
“Well, the least you can do is call and not leave an email,” Scott told him.
“I doubt you’d be that courageous,” Joey reprimanded.
“Yeah, you’re probably right, but that doesn’t meant you shouldn’t do it.”
“Pneumonia?” Wesley said.
“Yeah,” Joey added a cough to his plugged nose. “I think it happened on the river… I get stuff easily.”
“That’s too bad,” Wesley said noncommittally.
“Well, maybe I’ll see you when I get back.”
“Yeah,” Joey said. “Maybe.”
Then he added, not meaning it, but feeling like an asshole, “That would be great.”
Much too early Sunday morning, there was a thump on Felix’s door, and when he opened it, Scott was standing in a tight vest and well fitting three piece suit, his sons perfectly groomed on either side of him. Joey had opted for dress shirt and sports jacket.
“We’re not Baptists,” said Felix, who was standing before them in night shorts and a raggedy tee shirt.
“Felix!” Nathan jumped into the house, followed by Taylor, and they jumped on the bed rolling around.
“I want the pillow!” Taylor cried.
“Boys!” Scott called.
They both stopped, looking up at him.
“Take it down ten notches.”
“Notches!” Taylor laughed, and he and Nathan continued to roll on the bed while Scott followed Felix into the kitchen.
“What are you wearing?”
“Not that,” Felix said. “I was putting on jeans, but I could at least put on dress pants.”
“What about all that fancy stuff?” Scott demanded.
“Huh?”
“It is meet and so to do.”
“What?”
“It is our bounden duty.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Firstly,” Scott put his finger to his lips, “kids are here. Second… I read the prayer book.”
“Oh?” Felix looked confused, and then he burst out laughing. “Ohhh!”
“What?” Scott frowned as Felix relit his cigarette from the stove.
“They don’t do that shit anymore.”
“What?”
“You were looking at Rite One. Eight o’ clock mass uses that.”
“Whaddo you use?”
“Basically it’s Catholic. I think they stole it in the seventies.”
“I look ridiculous,” Scott said, running his finger under his collar.
“No, you don’t,” Felix came up to him, and held him by the hips. “You look amazing. You look like I wish kids weren’t bouncing on the bed.”
Scott smiled down at Felix with a hooked grin, and he kissed him as Nathan came bouncing into the kitchen.
“Do you and Dad want to bounce on the bed?”
“Huh?” Felix looked at the little boy.
He explained: “I asked Dad what you all did when he stayed the night and he said you all play on the bed all night?”
“I’ve played on this bed a few times too!” Joey shouted merrily.
“I hate you!” Scott shouted back.
Felix looked at Scott, who turned red and shrugged, grinning.
“I wouldn’t say it’s all night,” Felix said. “Serious play pretty much wears you out.”
“Well, of course it does,” Nathan said, sensibly. “When we get the new house are you going to come and play on Dad’s bed there, too? Daddy, are you alright?”
When Felix turned to see Scott, his face was beet red.
“He’s just thinking about how much fun we have when we play,” Felix told Nathan. “But yes. When I come over there your Dad and I are going to play so hard the bed might break.”
Scott started to cough and Felix said, “Why don’t I go get dressed?”
Almost within ten minutes of entering Saint Margaret’s, Scott whispered, “They all know you’re gay, and they all know I’m with you.”
“Yes,” Felix said sedately while the organist finished his flourish. “But how did you know?”
“Because about five women thumbs upped you.”
“Well, Scott, you’re eye candy. You’re thumbs uppable.”
Scott whispered in Felix’s ear, “I’m staying with you tonight.”
Bells rang, and Felix squeezed his hand.
“When the bells ring, it’s time to get up.”
The organ blared, they all flipped through the hymn book, and the choir in red robes came down the great aisle filing into their space behind the altar.
Holy, Holy Holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;
Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty!
God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity!
As they rose, Joey nodded in approval of the procession.
“Lady priests,” Joey tugged Scott’s arm, excitedly.
“It’s my sister,” Felix whispered.
Holy, Holy, Holy! all the saints adore Thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and Seraphim falling down before Thee,
Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.
Joey saw Valerie Owens in her white and gold, long hair falling down her back, and she was walking beside another priest with greying hair who looked vaguely familiar, but at the head of them all, bearing the crozier, in his white robe, looking sweet and clean was Wesley.
Joey made a noise and turned away at the same time Wesley opened his mouth in surprise, and Felix looked from one to the other.
“What happened between you two?” he demanded.
“Nothing,” Joey said.
“Really?”
“I canceled on him. Friday,” Joey said. “I told him I was sick.”
“Oh… Well, how sick were you?”
“Pneumonia.”
“Really?”
“Felix!” Scott hissed, putting a finger to his lips.
Felix turned from Joey murmuring, “You’re gonna have some explaining to do.”
“In the Song of Songs,” Valerie preached, “the Beloved is hiding in the cleft of the rock not because she fears the Lover, but because she fears all things, having been ‘blackened by the sun’, having been treated roughly. She has ceased to believe in anything. Now the voice of the Lover comes and says, ‘Let me see your face. The voice that is afraid to sing, that cannot pray is the voice the Lover wants to hear. He says, ‘It is sweet to me.’ The body you feel is damaged and ravished? It is lovely. Come out and let me see it.’”
Valerie stepped down from the pulpit, folding her arms behind her.
“How does the Lover come to us? How does God arrive at our door? In dreams and visions? Yes. But in each other. In the desire we have to love and be loved. Who is it that wanted to love you? Who is it that wanted to hear your voice and treasure your face, but you were too afraid to give a chance? This openness is freedom, is resurrection. The willingness to love and the courage to be loved is the door to God.”
Felix touched Scott’s knee.
Valerie crossed herself and ended the sermon and congregation echoed her, “In the Name of the Father, the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”
He always loved his sister’s sermons. Why couldn’t he enjoy being here? Maybe he wasn’t meant for church. But Felix kept on coming, because his sister kept asking.
At Communion, while they sang: Felix said: “You don’t have to belong to this church to take communion. You just have to be baptized.”
Scott shook his head, but he sent Joey and the boys up.
“How do we do this?” Joey whispered.
“Just get behind me and I’ll show you.”
They filed around the communion rail, and there was something beautiful about them all kneeling around the altar, elbows pressed together. Joey paid attention and saw that everyone crossed themselves before taking the bread and taking the chalice. There was a moment when he thought Wesley was headed to him with the chalice, but then Valerie swept past him and came to Joey. What had Felix told her, Joey wondered?
After communion, Scott leaned in and asked Felix, “Are there usually so many announcements.”
“Yes,” Felix said. “No one’s conned onto the fact that we could read the bulletin.”
“And lastly,” Father Duncan announced, “we have to call up Wesley.”
Felix explained that the area at the front of the church was not called the altar, but the chancel, and from where he was sitting in the chancel, robed in white, Wesley came up in his white robe and his father placed his hands on his shoulders.
“Stand up everyone. We’re going to say a blessing for Wesley because, not only is he my son, which is fortunate enough—” laughter here, though Joey noticed, not from Felix, “he is also on his way to seminary. So as he goes down to Sewannee, he can go down with our blessing. Everyone stand. You know the blessing.”
“Seminary?” Joey said.
Felix handed a Book of Common Prayer to Scott, and then one to Joey before opening one for himself that he lowered so the boys could read it with him.
While they were all waiting for Father Duncan to say what page, the priest smacked his head, looked around from where he stood before the altar with Wesley and said, “Wait a minute. This is actually in another book that you don’t have. Put your books down.”
Valerie came forward with a slim red book and Scott said, “What is that?”
“I believe it’s the Book of Occasional Services,” Felix told him. And Father Duncan opened it and, placing a hand on his son’s head, read:
“May God the Lord, who called Abraham to leave home and
kindred to journey to an unknown destination, and who led
the people of Israel by the hand of Moses his servant
through the desert to the promised land: Shepherd you in
your pilgrimage, and lead you by safe pathways, for his
Name’s sake.”
And the congregation answered, “Amen!”
MORE TOMORROW AND TOMORROW THE BOOK OF THE BROKEN
CharmedFan28
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Wow church is full of surprises. First Joey sees Wesley then finds out he is going to become a priest. Things are getting very interesting indeed. Great writing and I look forward to more tomorrow! I hope you are having a nice weekend!
ChrisGibson
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Ah yes, no one really expected church to turn out the way it's turning. Some Sundays its best to stay home.
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TODAY EVERYONE COMES TO A RECKONING
In the social hall, the congregants surrounded the Flowers family and Gail touched Scott’s hand and said, “You’re such a handsome man. You remind me of my grandson,” before adding to Joey, “You’re a handsome man yourself. But you’re not with Felix, are you?”
“No, ma’am,” Joey answered, and Gail said, “I’m sure you’re breaking someone’s heart, though.”
Felix, looking across the hall, said, “You all will have to excuse me for a moment. There’s something I need to see my sister about.”
Felix departed while Gail asked, “Are you all Episcopalians?”
“We’re Catholics,” Scott said.
Gail looked at her husband, and then she shrugged.
“What can you do?” she said. Then she said in her Georgia accent, “But they can still come to Bible Study, right Fred?”
Fred was a bent ancient man whose purpose seemed to be accompanying Gail, and he nodded his head and said, “We’re doing the Apocrypha, so you might like that.”
“Apoca—” Scott began, looking for Felix, but by now Joey had disappeared too, and the kids were in the midst of the other children.
Joey was coming back toward Scott with juice and a cookie when he nearly stumbled into Wesley who was in cargo shorts and a polo shirt.
“Oh… hey,” he said, nervously.
“You don’t look sick,” Wesley said with a hollow laugh.
“Oh… uh…”
“You don’t like me, do you?” Wesley said, levelly.
When Joey didn’t answer, Wesley shook his head and said, “I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that. The answer’s obvious. I just won’t bother you again.”
Wesley gave him something like a smile and turned around, heading for the kitchen.
Joey stood there for a moment, not knowing how he felt. Then he felt like this wasn’t his church and he didn’t even like church anyway, and so he found Felix and Scott and said, “Can we leave?”
Scott looked surprised, but Felix said, “I felt that way an hour ago. Let’s go.”
The whole time Scott drove back, he kept touching Felix’s hand, and finally he said, “Joey, you wanna take the boys back?”
“What are you doing, Daddy?” Nathan asked, and Joey said, morosely, “I have a feeling he’s going to play on Felix’s bed.”
When they got to the Maron, they rushed up the stairs, and before Felix had even gotten his key out of the door, Scott was taking off his jacket, unbuttoning his vest.
Felix locked the door, and they were naked in a minute. Scott pressed him to the bed.
They kissed savagely and ran their hands over each other and Felix wanted him. Scott rubbed himself and let a long trail of his saliva down onto his cock before leaning down and entering Felix. Always, when it happened, they closed their eyes and moaned at the moment of tight penetration. At first they lay in silence, fitting together. Felix tugged on Scott’s newly growing hair and pulled his face into his chest, wrapping his thighs around him while they began a steady rhythm that love and desire increased quickly to Scott fucking Felix harder and harder.
“Almost,” Scott panted, thrusting again, “there.”
Felix ran his hands down the Scott’s back and pulled him in. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth feeling Scott hard inside of him.
“I’m gonna come…” Scott warned him.
Felix had already come against his belly a few moments earlier and now, with the last few thrusts, Scott made a staggering noise and moaned, “Oh—fuck—” as, pulling back from Felix, he came, a hot slick shower all over his stomach, dripping from the red wet tip of his penis before he pressed his damp head into Felix’s arms.
The two of them lay side by side on the bed, gasping.
When Scott had finally caught his breath, he turned on his side and took the wet cloth from the little table at the end of the bed, wiping his chest, wiping the semen from his stomach while Felix got up and went into the bathroom. Scott waited for the water to finish running and said, “Do you think I should have taken Communion?”
“I thought you’d want to.”
“I wish I had.”
“Hold on,” Felix said. He got up.
“God forgive me if I’m wrong for this.”
He returned from the kitchen and he took out a small square of paper towel, but when he unwrapped, Scott said, “That’s a communion wafer.”
“When I went to Valerie after Mass, while you were talking with Frederick and Gail, I asked my sister for it.”
Scott continued looking at Felix who said, “Take it now.”
“Will you say the words?”
“No,” Felix shook his head. “Take it.”
Felix looked at Scott, and he was so beautiful to him, naked, his white body browned by summer, his bronze hair sticking up. He took the wafer reverently and placed it on his tongue. He sat, feet planted on the floor, naked as naked could be, penis damp and made small after sex, sitting in the dampness of his dark bush. Scott’s eyes were closed as the Host dissolved on his tongue.
He opened his eyes, looked up at Felix and said, “Amen.”
END OF PART TWO
In the social hall, the congregants surrounded the Flowers family and Gail touched Scott’s hand and said, “You’re such a handsome man. You remind me of my grandson,” before adding to Joey, “You’re a handsome man yourself. But you’re not with Felix, are you?”
“No, ma’am,” Joey answered, and Gail said, “I’m sure you’re breaking someone’s heart, though.”
Felix, looking across the hall, said, “You all will have to excuse me for a moment. There’s something I need to see my sister about.”
Felix departed while Gail asked, “Are you all Episcopalians?”
“We’re Catholics,” Scott said.
Gail looked at her husband, and then she shrugged.
“What can you do?” she said. Then she said in her Georgia accent, “But they can still come to Bible Study, right Fred?”
Fred was a bent ancient man whose purpose seemed to be accompanying Gail, and he nodded his head and said, “We’re doing the Apocrypha, so you might like that.”
“Apoca—” Scott began, looking for Felix, but by now Joey had disappeared too, and the kids were in the midst of the other children.
Joey was coming back toward Scott with juice and a cookie when he nearly stumbled into Wesley who was in cargo shorts and a polo shirt.
“Oh… hey,” he said, nervously.
“You don’t look sick,” Wesley said with a hollow laugh.
“Oh… uh…”
“You don’t like me, do you?” Wesley said, levelly.
When Joey didn’t answer, Wesley shook his head and said, “I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that. The answer’s obvious. I just won’t bother you again.”
Wesley gave him something like a smile and turned around, heading for the kitchen.
Joey stood there for a moment, not knowing how he felt. Then he felt like this wasn’t his church and he didn’t even like church anyway, and so he found Felix and Scott and said, “Can we leave?”
Scott looked surprised, but Felix said, “I felt that way an hour ago. Let’s go.”
The whole time Scott drove back, he kept touching Felix’s hand, and finally he said, “Joey, you wanna take the boys back?”
“What are you doing, Daddy?” Nathan asked, and Joey said, morosely, “I have a feeling he’s going to play on Felix’s bed.”
When they got to the Maron, they rushed up the stairs, and before Felix had even gotten his key out of the door, Scott was taking off his jacket, unbuttoning his vest.
Felix locked the door, and they were naked in a minute. Scott pressed him to the bed.
They kissed savagely and ran their hands over each other and Felix wanted him. Scott rubbed himself and let a long trail of his saliva down onto his cock before leaning down and entering Felix. Always, when it happened, they closed their eyes and moaned at the moment of tight penetration. At first they lay in silence, fitting together. Felix tugged on Scott’s newly growing hair and pulled his face into his chest, wrapping his thighs around him while they began a steady rhythm that love and desire increased quickly to Scott fucking Felix harder and harder.
“Almost,” Scott panted, thrusting again, “there.”
Felix ran his hands down the Scott’s back and pulled him in. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth feeling Scott hard inside of him.
“I’m gonna come…” Scott warned him.
Felix had already come against his belly a few moments earlier and now, with the last few thrusts, Scott made a staggering noise and moaned, “Oh—fuck—” as, pulling back from Felix, he came, a hot slick shower all over his stomach, dripping from the red wet tip of his penis before he pressed his damp head into Felix’s arms.
The two of them lay side by side on the bed, gasping.
When Scott had finally caught his breath, he turned on his side and took the wet cloth from the little table at the end of the bed, wiping his chest, wiping the semen from his stomach while Felix got up and went into the bathroom. Scott waited for the water to finish running and said, “Do you think I should have taken Communion?”
“I thought you’d want to.”
“I wish I had.”
“Hold on,” Felix said. He got up.
“God forgive me if I’m wrong for this.”
He returned from the kitchen and he took out a small square of paper towel, but when he unwrapped, Scott said, “That’s a communion wafer.”
“When I went to Valerie after Mass, while you were talking with Frederick and Gail, I asked my sister for it.”
Scott continued looking at Felix who said, “Take it now.”
“Will you say the words?”
“No,” Felix shook his head. “Take it.”
Felix looked at Scott, and he was so beautiful to him, naked, his white body browned by summer, his bronze hair sticking up. He took the wafer reverently and placed it on his tongue. He sat, feet planted on the floor, naked as naked could be, penis damp and made small after sex, sitting in the dampness of his dark bush. Scott’s eyes were closed as the Host dissolved on his tongue.
He opened his eyes, looked up at Felix and said, “Amen.”
END OF PART TWO
CharmedFan28
JUB Addict
That was an excellent end to part 2! Looks like Joey and Wesley aren’t going to be a thing. It sounds like that was what Joey wanted though. Scott and Felix seem to be getting even closer. I am glad about that. Great writing and I look forward to more tomorrow!
ChrisGibson
JUB Addict
I feel like Joey's story just stopped at an unfortunate place with him learning very little and Wesley being very hurt, and yet at the end of the day this is the story of Felix and Scott, so they found their peace. I am waxing philosophical, but maybe that's the whole thing. Everyone can't be happy, and everyone's happiness can't be overseen, but you can work on yourself and that's what Scott and Felix do.
